CWF 2011: Trashtalking - Starrcade #1 (Merging Issue)

[Andrew]

PROMOS ARE NEEDED!

I'd appreciate if as many promos could be sent in for this PPV.
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[awesome miz]

I will send a promo as both Morrison and Chosen Destiny. Final card look awesomely and I must tell, this gonna be biggest PPV of all times!

 

[ants]

CM Punk stands there and finishes as speech as Finlay stands there seemingly with his eyes closed. A time of about 30 seconds goes by, before Hornswoggle jumps back into the ring and shakes him on the arm, and he finally comes to. He grins at Punk and lifts the mic back towards his mouth and begins to speak.

FINLAY: Sorry mate, I missed the end of that. You know they say quality should always beat quantity, and all I heard from that five minutes of rot was just a whole lot of words that didn’t make much sense in the whole scheme of things. All you had to do was come out here, maybe say a couple of mean things about me, say a couple of nice things about yourself to make yourself feel good, and then tell me that you’re going to take the belt off of me. How hard is that? Now it’s going to seem like I’m senile because you said a whole bunch of things and I won’t even be able to get to half of them because I don’t even remember what they actually are. I don’t know about you but I remember things that stand out to me, quality things, not heaps of words.

The crowd boos, and Finlay just grins and continues.

Anyway, here’s a couple of things that I took from your little, wait, I mean very needlessly long speech. You don’t like Ireland very much do you? Actually, that seems to be a trait of a lot of people I have faced in the time that I have been here in the CWF. I don’t know whether it is because people are threatened by me that they need to pay out on my homeland, or maybe they are simply racist dogs, but the fact of the matter is that it’s quite pointless. I could stand here and make all these big claims about Ireland being better than any country in the world, and all that America is good for is starting wars and then standing back and waiting for other people to finish them. I could say that Americans are the cause of all things that are bad in this world, as in your obesity, violence and pollution. But what in the hell is the point of all that. It bears no impact on Sunday’s match. It doesn’t matter where I am from, and it doesn’t matter where you are from, we both live here, we both train here, and we were both raised here and this match will be undertaken here. So you can keep your stupid, racist opinions to yourself, and keep your mouth shut about the country I love, or it will simply add more fire to the fury I already have burned up inside of me right now.

Finlay sucks chants from the crowd, and Finlay listens for a moment until they die down, before he decides to continue.

The next thing I needed to talk to you about, was you thinking that I am taking you lightly, or treating you as a rookie as you were so keen on putting it. I have never, and will never make the mistake of treating an opponent of anything but what they are. You are no rookie, and I know that. You have been in this business for probably around fifteen years, or at least working towards the top of it for that long. I can understand that. And in that fifteen years you have proved a lot of people wrong and earned a lot of respect from people who it is very hard to earn any type of acknowledgment from. I respect what you have done thus far, and what you have the ability to do. I’m not afraid to acknowledge that because I am an honest man, and I love some fresh faces coming through, faces that are going to take the business that I love through long after I have gone. The fact that I was getting at was, as good as you may feel you are right now, or as good as you may be in future years, you will not be taking my limelight away from me. Not yet. One month as champion is nowhere near long enough for me. My first run as a real champion and a leader of a company is not going to be cut short just yet. I have everything to lose and nothing to gain this Sunday. Except more time at the top, which I believe I have earned over 40 years of blood, sweat and tears. You may disagree with me on that, and you may have no respect for me, and think that I do not deserve to be holding this belt. The fact of the matter is that I did what I needed to do take this belt from the Rock, just like you have done in the past when cashing in contracts at the opportune moments. Hell, you could say I followed your lead, which makes me exactly the same as you Punk. The only difference between us right now is that I’m an old man holding gold, whereas you’re simply a young bloke who wants what the old man has. And the wily old veteran is not going to let you have it without a fight.

Crowd boos its disapproval, and Finlay simply shrugs before continuing.

Now there was one more thing that you said that really ticked me off before I started to get all hazy and fall asleep due to the absolute boredom of your words. You called me an ass kisser in the same mould of The Rock, Booker T, Scott Steiner, John Morrison and Edge. The same blokes who kiss Vince’s ass, and then play up to the fans for a little bit of applause, just like you do right now unless I’m very much mistaken. Two things that have always gone hand in hand in this business are the fans approval and kissing Vince McMahon’s ass. And judging from the reaction that I get, compared to the reaction that you get, I would have to put two and two together and come to the conclusion, that you being in the main event at Starrcade, the so called Wrestlemania of the CWF, means you are currently at the top of the list at being an ass kisser in this business. The only reason I got my shot was because I earned it in a match, and I then got my chance at first opportunity. You on the other hand, only got your chance because I thought it was only fair that you pinned me once before, and hell, when I went to the big boys in the back about it, they didn’t seem to hesitate before granting it. They also didn’t seem to mind too much about you costing the former number one ass kisser the belt at Retribution either. Maybe, the picture is becoming a little bit clearer just in these last few instances to me Punk, or maybe I’ve known it all along. You are now that number one guy. You can place blame on me for being that sort of man, but I think you should take a closer look in the mirror and have a think about the man you’re becoming and that is the very man you have always claimed to hate.

CM Punk look pissed but Finlay simply nods his head and nods and mouths “it’s true†before continuing.

I turned my back on everyone just over a few months ago, and look at me now, I am on top of the world. Maybe you need to have a think back to when you were the most successful in your career, and I can bet it wasn’t when you were being loved by each and every one of these imbeciles. It was when you were mouthing off at them all, calling them addicts, calling them drunks, and claiming to be a better man than all of them. Now you simply call your opponents those things, and they cheer you? Amazing. Have a look in the mirror Punk, and let me no if it’s the same man that you really want to be. Because all I can see is a man who is confused. Confused about a few things in his life, and a man that cannot decide what it is that he should be focused on. Sure, I can see that you want this title, and I can see that you think you deserve it. Hey, you go on a streak that was as long as yours, you would think you would have won a title by now. Maybe drop the kiss ass act and this title may be yours one day. Not this Sunday, no. But one day!

Crowd begins a chant of Finlay Sucks and CM Punk, seemingly said in unison with one another. Finlay looks around, and then looks back to Punk before continuing.

You hear them Punk, half of them are saying Finlay sucks and the rest of them are chanting CM Punk. It doesn’t faze me at all whether I am loved or hated, I am at peace with the man I have become. The man who become the CWF World Heavyweight Champion cares about nobody but himself and his family. I do what I have to do to provide for my family and put food on the table week in, and week out. It’s not rocket science what brought out the best in me. It was getting rid of the dead wait that was bringing me down. ALL OF YOU PEOPLE.

Finlay raises his arm and walks around the ring simply pointing at the whole crowd who boo in return. He drops his arm for a second before pointing at Punk and continuing.

I’ll tell you something right now Punk, not because you deserve to hear it, but just because it has been lingering inside of me for such a long time, and I feel as though I am about to burst if I don’t let it out. Maybe that’s the reason I feel and look a bit pudgy at the moment. Or maybe I’m just fat and that’s never going to change, but that’s probably besides the point at the moment.

Little laughter from the crowd at Finlay’s dig at himself but, he takes no notice and continues to address Punk.

Punk, this title, this piece of gold that is around my waist at this point in time, is something that I have waited for, for a very long time. 52 years old, I have been wrestling since I was 12, so there is 40 years of working towards one goal. You’re one of the lucky ones who got your chance early in life, and hell you earned that chance early in life, and I will never take that away from you, nobody ever can. Maybe I didn’t work hard enough when I was your age, or maybe I didn’t have the desire that I do now. Maybe I needed to see all you young pricks come in and get your shots to make me want to work that extra bit harder in training and in life, and in the ring when I competed. Or maybe the good lord above has decided that this is my time, and that it was better late than never. I don’t know, and I don’t think I ever will. But, when you work your whole life to get to where you are, only a week man would lay down and let someone take it away from them. Every week I come out here, and the first words you hear, “My name is Finlay, and I love to fight.†That is everything that anybody needs to know about me. I love to fight, and this fight, for this gold, is the biggest fight I have ever been involved in. And if you think that I am going to throw away 40 years of nothing but hard work for a one month title reign, you have got another thing coming.

Finlay drops his mic and waits for Punk to respond as the crowd boos​

 

[awesome miz]

Now Listen!

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John Morrison's theme song hit "Ain't No Make Believe" the PA system of the arena and fans get to their feet to their brand new Primetime Champion of CWF! Girls in audience nearly swoon when new Champion comes out on the stage with his Primetime title and with huge smile on his face look at all fans sitting in the audience and then send a little kiss to the girls that are standing on their feet and John Morrison then look straight to camera and send message to fans sitting at home by saying “ Primetime Champion baby! “... John Morrison then step to the middle of the stage and with smile on his face put his arm up and pose for the boys and girls in the audience and fans sitting at home and Morrison do his usual slow motion taunt and behind him begin pyro...

After posing for fans, John Morrison ask for a microphone and guy from staff give him one and Morrison put title into his hand and then raise it and show it to Sheamus that is standing in the ring and Morrison then put title down and then he put it down and put microphone before his moth and begin to talk...

John Morrison: Hey there fella... How you doing? It's been a while since we met for the last time but as you can see, things changed... Last time we faced one on one, it was in that company we can't talk about.. But when we faced each other, you was guy, that was favorite and that was more successful than me. When we fight once, you became King Sheamus. You won King of the Ring tournament, but then week after it, I gave it back to you and beat you one... Two … Three … Just like that.. And good all mighty King Sheamus bound down before Monday Night Delight, John Morrison. And then, then what happened? You left that company and came here. And what you did here? You started doing here, what can you do best... You begin to lose again and again and again and AGAIN! And then I came here and faced you in a tag team match. That was my first ever match here and what happened? I beat you again, right in the middle of that ring just like that. And you, you changed. You changed from being jealous, that I am more sexy than you ever can be, to being jealous that I'm winner, that I'm champion and that while I was facing champions and legends of this company, you, you my white fella was facing losers and you still lost to each and every single one of them.... You begin to being jealous, that you're not John Morrison... And right now, you're being jealous again. You're being jealous, because you already know that you gonna lose again... But this time when you gonna lose, you're not gonna lose only this match... You gonna lose your last opportunity to hold this title, you gonna lose your fans, even in fact I don't believe you have any... And at last, you gonna lose your career... Ant then, you can stick all your jealous into your ass...

Fans cheers for Morrison, that put title on his shoulder and smiles on Sheamus and then, Morrison raise up microphone again and continues...

John Morrison: Sheamus, before you will kick my head out of my head, I have to tell you one very, very old story, that told me one of my good friends. Well, not really good friend, but you know him for sure. He's from Ireland too. But, even in fact I don't like him, I have to respect him. He's our current World Heavyweight Champion. You maybe heard about him, his name is Finlay.... And that man, that Finlay once, long time ago told one really awesome legend from Ireland... So... In times long, long time ago, in one small town in Ireland – Dublin, was kid named Stephen Sheamus O'Farrelly... And that fella, that fella was just like you. He was typical Irish man you know... Red head... Always drunk... Love to fight in pubs, just for fun... Love when people makes fun of him... A guy that thinks he's Celtic Warrior... So just like you... And that guy, that guy was dreaming big... He was dreaming how he gonna come to true Country, to USA and he will become here real fella... You know like famous warrior that came here, to kick all asses, that are not covered by red hair... And he did... And he became champion... He became someone... He became king... But how time goes, he lost his championship, he lost his crown, he lost everything... So he came to one small country, called Championship Wrestling Federation and he thought he can finish his path there... But he made one, one huge mistake... He thought, he can compare with the Shaman of Sexy, Monday Night Delight, Guru of Greatness, Primetime Champion himself and that was beginning of his end... There Finlay finished... And he said, that this legend was never finished... And I told him one simple thing. I told him that I will finish it right here, tonight.... And fella, I can tell ya, the ending of this legend is already written in the stars... So you can't change what gonna happen at the end, because as you know, you can't change what's written in the stars... And I can promise, there is nowhere written that you gonna hold this title, because you will not... Fella...

Fans loudly laugh at Sheamus and over arena is heard Morrison chant and John smiles at girls and boys in the audience and then he slowly begin to walk down to the ring. On the ramp, he slap few hands of CWF universe and then before ring, he get off his coat and then he roll into the ring and look at Sheamus, that is now standing in the corner and Morrison put his title on his shoulder again and put microphone before his mouth and again begin to talk....

John Morrison: Man that's crazy... Now, when I'm so close to you fella and I see you absolutely clearly, fella you are even more whiter than you was last time when I saw you... Dude that's, that's scary man... But it's OK.. Just, can you tell me to which solarium are you going to... You know, I just want to know, where I never should go... Because fella, if you don't know it, in solarium, you should become more sexy and not more... Well... More looking like alien... Not only, that this solarium is someway bad, but as we can see, they also make people crazy... Because do you listen what are you saying? You really said it's you who makes money for this company? And it's your T-Shirts that are selling most and that are making most money? Seriously ?... Well, I can tell ya fella, it's impossible, because you don't have a sweet merchandise as I got? Where's all the people you talked about about, that are wearing your T-Shirts by the way? Because when I look at this crowd, I don't see any of your T-Shirts... And to be honest with you, when I look at you fella, I don't T-Shirt as well... Only thing I see, is some rag, that you can buy right over corner for one dollar... Oh man I remember your T-Shirt.... Our charwoman is cleaning our toilet with it man... And when we are talking about families and about T-Shirts, last night I got an e-mail... I got an e-mail from miss Farrelly and she asked me, if I can send her one of my cool T-Shirts and when I asked her why you she's not wearing T-Shirts of her son, she told me that you don't have cool T-Shirts and cool sunglasses like me.... So that's it Sheamus, your mom wearing one of these T-Shirts... By the way, you are on live TV for the last time Sheamus, you should say hello to your mommy... Whatever, I don't believe you can even spell her name...

Fans are laughing at Sheamus again and Morrison smiles and step into middle of the ring and again continue...

John Morrison: But hey Sheamus, I can't believe I gonna say it, but you're not the most stupid and most worst looking guy on this planet. The guy, that was moments before up there on the screen is... Just like five minutes ago, right I came out here, was that guy right there on the titantron and he was acting like..Like a vampire?... And when I saw it in my locker room, I was like “ Who the hell is this idiot ? “... And I had to open my laptop, go to YouTube and I had to found out who is that guy. So I type into YouTube “ Kevin Thorn “ and guess what I found out..... NOTHING! That guy doesn’t actually... Guess how many videos he has...zero... Guess how many fans he has... zero... Guess how many pictures he has... For some of you this answer will may be shocking, but again zero... And guess how many girls he has... Just like Sheamus here, zero... Now I know he will doesn’t agree with me, because as we saw before, he has that Ariel or how he call it... Wait... Ariel? Ariel? Man that's the name of washing powder isn't it? Sure it is... Man your vampire “ girl “ is washing powder? I thought you vampires have sexy girls... You know I got an idea... You will stop watching Twilight and I will not call a Blade on you... You know Blade, do ya? I don't talk to Sheamus right now, I'm sure you don't even know what Twilight is, now I'm talking with Kevin that is somewhere back there and that just honed his teeth and when he heard the name Blade, he pissed to pants... Nah, nah, just kidding Kevin... But hey, I have to ask you one simple question... How many times you really saw Twilight? I know Robert Pattinson is great, but dude, it is just a film. When you saw a film, you can't act like guy in the film.... Just look at the Sheamus here... Only because he saw Forrest Gump, he's not acting like he... Well he does, that's a bad example, so... Only because Sheamus saw Dirty Dance, he didn't begin to dance... Yeah, that's the right one... And you should take example from him... But hey Kevin, I hate to tell you, but Vampires are not cool man. And I think you can know it, because your payment is not more than ten dollars per year, so you have to think about something better dude...

fans laugh again and this time Morrison enjoyed them and then he step to the ropes and look at stage and finish his talk...

John Morrison: At the end, I have to say, that tonight will be big night for CWF.... It will be big night for John Morrison... It will be big night for each and every single one of you! You know everybody is talking about World Heavyweight Championship... But we all know, why you came here.. You didn't came here to see some guy that think he's Jesus and you guys didn't came here to see Vampire or Mr. redhead here, hold my title... You guys came here to see John Morrison, jump off this steel cage and steal the show... Because you know, that there is only one man that can steal the show... And it's no one else, than your Primetime champion, Shaman of Sexy, Monday Night Delight and for tonight, Sunday Nigh Delight, John Morrison.... And Vampire and alien here will feel... the... PAIN! … THE STAR... SHIP... PAAAIIIIN!

Morrison drop the microphone and fans are cheering for him very loudly and Morrison grab his title and exit to backstage...​

OOC: OK guys, we are now 1-1-1 ... I would love to go 2-2-2, but I want to ask you, if we can leave it here, because I have to write two matches for PPV and tt to my tag team championship, so I would love to leave it at 1-1-1.... Whatever... It was fun to tt with you guys and if I win or lose, I have to admit, both of you deserve it, because you both did a hell great job here... Good luck to both of you and I hope, we will have a opportunity to face off again...

 

[Lub]

OOC: I think we don't have enough time to go all 2-2-2. So let's leave it like this. Good luck to you both guys. I think that at this point anyone can be winner. So good luck.

 

[Slim]

Heyman: We’ve heard it all before and yet here we are hearing it yet again. How many people are going to go around proclaiming themselves to be the best or the greatest wrestler in the world? Really? We’re growing tired of these clones that want to spout the same thing over and over. We had to deal with that blowhard CM Punk and what happened? He’s still spouting off that he is the best, that he is the greatest despite he obviously could not get the best of my client here Brock Lesnar. But he gets a world title shot and will more than likely get the belt cause he is the biggest dick sucker in CWF. But his time will come when no matter what he does… it won’t save him. It won’t save him from the truth that there is still this monster here that he knows deep down that he cannot beat.

But speaking of challenges like that… lets go back to War. It was promised… it was promised to Brock that he would receive a challenge so what did he get? What did he receive? He got Cody Rhodes. We both looked at that challenge and we said fuck this and we didn’t bother giving it a second thought. We thought about walking out if this is the kind of respect that we are going to be given which is an afterthought while those idiots continue to cater to CM Punk and his nonsensical repetitive crap about being the best in the world even though everyone knows clearly that he isn’t even close to it. So yeah… Brock did not care and phoned in his performance at War. He phoned in his performance which meant that a real challenge? A real challenge would have been able to get the best of him, would have won against him and Cody was hand chosen to be this challenge and what happened? Double Countout. Cody was shit against Brock. And now… you are the next challenge Jericho. You are the next chosen challenge and all you are is a weak CM Punk replacement.

Everyone wants to be the best in the world but the only way to do that is to beat this man. To beat my client and thus far… nobody has been able to do that when it is one on one. Even when it was an 8 man match with everyone for themselves… nobody could stop him. The self proclaimed best in the world failed. You are the next to proclaim that same thing and you are going to fail just like everyone else.

The two of them still seem rather annoyed but Lesnar doesn’t even want to utter a word so heyman continues.

Heyman: Brock showed his intellect that he could outthink anybody and outwrestle everybody in this company and gets nothing for it. You decide that you want to come back and you get a title shot. You think that it is wise to come back against the man that took you out? Because this man here? He doesn’t feel any remorse for what happens to you. He will feel no guilt for what happens to you if anything bad happens. In fact… he would look at it as it being your fault that you are in this position. That it is YOUR fault because you put yourself in such a guilty position that it is up to him to show you and do what is right and that is to hurt you. Hurt you yet again.

So really Chris, until you can prove to us that you are not some piss poor clone of CM Punk… we won’t show you an ounce of respect in going out there. Instead we’ll just stay back here and relax. Stay back here and won’t bother getting in your face until Starrcade which is when you will once again fall apart. You want to boast about your incredible reigns in that other company… feel free to relive your past. Feel more than free to remember those good times because here in the present… you’re nothing. The future? Starrcade when you face off against my client… you will be nothing more than a sheep being fed to the slaughter. You’re a poor prisoner being sent to walk up the steps and place their neck out, their head hanging over a basket. The crowds have gathered and Brock? He is the executioner that will pull the rope to drop the guillotine and chop your head off. It will be a massacre at Starrcade and those people out there are going to be witness to the demise of your career… one match at a time. You are coming back at the wrong time and against the wrong person.

Heyman stands with Brock as they await what more could be said.​

 

[Big Red Jericho Punk]

After Batista slaps Edge, Edge chuckles & speaks.

Edge: You have just made the biggest mistake of your life!

Edge tackles Batista as they both brawl. Security comes out and breaks them up eventually. The crowd is going crazy, as security eventually breaks up both men. Eventually, Edge goes out of the ring and smirks. He looks at Batista, as Batista is being held back. Security restores order, as Batista is now in the ring with security now with him. Edge starts to speak after everything is now under control.

Edge: You better thank those boys in security because it's you their protecting not me. Because I am pretty sure, I was kicking your ass. I'm shocked you actually have the balls to slap me but then it was just a slap. You pulled a move like a female would, which would make sense since your pretty much an over grown female. You seem to misguide everything I say, which doesn't surprise me since you love your "juice". I actually defended you which I know is shocking because it seems like the young guys think they run this company yet when you look at the top four guys gunning for the top championship in the company we're not very young. But of course your too blind to see that because your an idiot. Instead you bring up about your glory days playing for some ghetto high school football team in Washington D.C. It's also funny how you think I am getting weaker and weaker when I speared your ass off the ramp into hell! You proved me wrong a bit with your talent, but believe me you weren't and you won't ever be on my level!

The crowd pops for Edge, as Batista is pointing at him while Edge continues to go on unfazed by his threats.

Edge: Well we are two different people Dave. You don't listen to the people while I do. I have my fair share of injuries just like you, the only difference is I get it from pulling crazy stunts in the ring while you got it from simply just running. I listen to everyone's opinion so when I say things like that, it's a reminder to all the naysayers out there that I am still the same Edge. Now hold on a minute, you didn't leave me lying down anywhere. We have unfinished business and don't worry I don't give in to defeat. I'll pull out all the stocks like I do every time I step foot in this ring. I am the next man to challenge for the title in case you forgot because after I'm done with you, the only thing you will be in line for is at the emergency room struggling to function properly. People used to make me sick and twisted and congrats Dave, you now have brought back that side to me. This spotlight were talking about is still on me, well forever be on with me. You just get it because you scare the guys who work in the production room with your big man boobs and drugged up muscles. But that's not the first time you acted like a jackass and scared people away. Let's look at some more footage from guys I don't really like but still get the news. Right TMZ...

They show the photo on the screen and it's Batista flexing in front of everyone acting all tough. The crowd laughs at him, while Edge can't help but laugh either. After everyone sucks it in, including an enraged Batista. Edge goes on!

Edge: Oh look at me, I'm Dave Batista. I may be in my forties, but I still dress like I'm an 18 year old punk. You being alert, that's funny your too big to even more your neck around. I can lock that hold on anyone buddy, believe me their will be plenty of times you will be down for the count. Then you will feel that pain like you never have felt before crawling in your bones as you squeal for air like the little bitch that you are!! Sense of humor, OH MY GOD EVERYONE ATTENTION BATISTA ISN'T A ROBOT!! He actually said a joke, that wasn't very good but at least the dumb ass attempted to do it. It's actually pretty low that you actually know Pokemon like that. I only remember it from what twelve years ago because it was the actual show that was being promoted like crazy. You actually know the characters that's pretty sad. Your twisting theories really piss me off though, because I respect Tazz a whole lot and yes he's a great submission wrestler. But don't try to pin him against me because we get along well. So your attempts are fading and failing, also I could use those words to describe your career.

The crowd Oh's really loudly, as Edge smiles and starts pointing to his head in a sadistic way before he continues to speak.

Edge: You continue to be jealous of me being the master mind that I am, while you have slumped down to the lowest of low's. For instance you can't even break through a bunch out of shape security guys. What happened to the big bad Batista, huh cause I sure don't! I am going to drop you where you sad Batista because like my entrance song says I have been seeing clearly for years now. I have looked into the sky and known it's my time. You aren't going to deny me of that and it's going to be retribution of the hell you put through all these people who put their hard earned money watching this. I feel bad for everyone that is listening to every single word your saying because it's complete fiction. So I hope your ready Sunday cause it's nut up or finally shut the f@#% time. Just ask Matt Hardy how that ended up for him when he pushed to this edge. He will give you a reminder just like I'm going to give everyone a reminder that on Sunday, Edge is going to back to the main event where he belongs!!

The crowd roars in approval as Batista shakes it off and doesn't buy into it as he begins to speak.​

OOC; I know it's a bit awkward, but you kind of made it that way. A heel slapping a face that doesn't put up with things like that is tough to do. That is why I obviously had to fight back because it makes it realistic. Anyway good luck and maybe we can go 3-3.

 

[Derrick]

Punk walks a bit closer to Finlay and continues.

CM Punk:

So let me get this straight.. you have been telling me that you just can't remember a bunch of meaningless words, and that you still aren't senile. Unfortunately, David, you are senile. For the last time, I'm telling you, you are. Because, you see, you spewed thousands of meaningless words out of your dirty Irish mouth a while ago, and how come that I remember it?!? Well, there are only two options. The first one is - you really are senile. The second one is, and there goes my bet, ladies and gentlemen, YOU don't have the BRAINS OF A CHAMPION! That's it! Bingo, I've got it! This man you are looking at, this fat Irish guy in a singlet is your very own CWF Champion.

Fans boo Finlay.

No, wait, don't boo him, boo his addictions! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, first of all, his awful looks are all courtesy of alcohol, smoking and the so-called partying! David, implying poisons into your body makes you feel better? Is that it? Well, with this being said, I can continue in my main point, to prove these people how idiotic you are and you are really idiotic very much. Well, now all of you, let me explain you the reason why am I constantly practically repeating myself - it's simple, I'm trying to prove to myself and prove you all that this man is a legitimate blueberry. And the only reasonable cause of his retardation is him being under the influence. You see.. Finlay.. do you even know what racism is? Racism is hate towards people with other skin pigmentation, therefore with "other skin color". And from what I have heard, you clearly don't have a clue on what racism actually is! My little sister knows what racism is! Is being Irish a race? NO! I'm just showing you all that he comes from a poor country, it's just the same like when you tell a gangster that he has bad manners because he comes from the ghetto, it's simple as that! Calling me racist for calling you a filthy Irishman? Nah. That doesn't work for me. Secondly.. you told me that my most successful days were when I grew a beard like a homeless, when I haven't washed my hair nor my chest, nor my armpit nor.. well never mind, and when I have called these people idiots? Well just because I look a bit less wilder than I've looked at that point, it doesn't mean that the facts have changed, because, look at it David. These as I love to call them; tools, are cheering me at this point. Is it because I'm telling them all John Cena-esque bullcrap about how much I love them and I respect them? NO! It's because they are extremely hypocritical and every man who is in this business for over than 2 weeks should know that, sometimes it looks to me that the geeky nerds surfing the webs to find wrestling spoilers and the geeky nerds that post in the geeky wrestling forums know more about wrestling than the guy that claims how experienced he is and such, and is, for Christ's sake, the freakin' CWF World Heavyweight Champion! Now back to the point, a year or so ago, I was in the middle of my holy mission to spread sobriety all around the wrestling world and help these people. They have never cheered me for that, in fact, I can start speaking out my thoughts on that topic, they will boo me maybe even more than you!

CM Punk clears his throat as fans start chanting his name.

See what I did there? I've just said that they are stupid influenced tools and idiots and they are chanting my name! They are doing it because they want to do it, I don't know the reason why, but they like me! In fact, they know that if they cheer and root for the best wrestler in the world, they have their satisfaction after Starrcade 100% ensured, because they know and you know and everybody knows who the real Jesus Christ of Wrestling is; ME! This all is happening because the company finally has fate in me and I have opened their eyes and awoken them from the coma they were suffering from, because their eyes were blinded by Dwaynes and Johns and Davids and Adams and other asskissers and finally they have found out who should be given the title shot. My whole life, I haven't changed a single bit! I'm not kissing anyone or anyone's ass Finlay, this match is happening because I am the best and I am not afraid to tell it in front of anyone!

Fans cheer.

The fact that you are calling me an asskisser is just proving AGAIN that you are so out of order. Or at least your brain is. Because everyone knows that I hate Vincent Kennedy McMahon, the owner of this company, everyone in this arena, including me, everyone on the CWF Roster, and everyone backstage knows it, just like the big Vinnie himself, who actually refuses to talk to me and talks to me through Tazz, because he is, unlike you, a bit smart and knows that an altercation with me concludes in his or your ass being kicked. I'm in this very match because I am the best and everyone around the world knows it, including you, you just don't wanna admit it. I've sat backstage listening to your promos, I've spent in-ring time cutting promos, I've been listening to your very last promo a few whiles ago, and to be honest, at this moment, I have enough of it. Really, one more word and I'm going into that ring and I'm going to kick your head off and put you to sleep before Starrcade. I'm in my street clothes so that is why I will not enter the ring, because I know that if I enter it, you're screwed, David. And if I wanted that to happen tonight, I'd come out in my wrestling gear. But no, I'm gonna save it all for Starrcade and make you look like a little rat you are in front of the thousands in the arena and millions around the world that will watch it.

Fans cheer again, and one guy yells "You suck, Finlay!!"

Seriously, you clearly don't understand that the number of the years you've spent as a pro-wrestler does not matter at all quality-wise. Sure, it does matter experience-wise. And I am not going to lie, I will admit that you are a good wrestler. In fact, recently, CWF is improving and the majority of the wrestlers on the roster are good wrestlers. No matter how long you are in this business, you are all equal. Now why I'm saying "you" are all equal is because I am not. I am something more. Let me repeat myself I AM THE BEST!!!! The future champion! You just look at me and it screams quality! It screams ego and it screams intelligence! And just like I would beat all those junkies down there in the Primetime division, I will beat you and prove to the world why I am the best, again, I will do it and show you all who was the most underrated for years! It is damn sure a terrible feeling to be hurt by the fact that you just like to tell everyone your honest opinion, in fact the major part of my career was influenced by that fact, but, honestly, I don't care anymore at all! What matters is that I am where I am now and I will not going to let any grandpa Irishman ruin my moment, you hear me now? Because, now it became serious, no more jokes, and I really refuse to keep listening how you are telling me what should I do or what I shouldn't, because in case you didn't know, this is MY show and MY "playground" and I will do what I want whenever I want and nobody is nor ever will be able to stop me! Now hit my music, because I've got better things to do at the moment.

Cult of Personality resumes as Punk walks backstage and drops the microphone on the beginning of the entrance ramp.

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OOC: I'm sorry but I have to end it here, Ants. It's like this, you know, I failed my last school year. I was given a last chance; to do these exams Tuesday morning. I really really have to study. So this is all of me, let's please leave it at 2-2. Thank you bro. Good luck at Starrcade, you were one of the toughest I ever met.​

 

[Lewb]

Batista lets Edge drop the microphone down to his side as he looks rather agitated. To this point, he just stares at Edge, for a prolonged period of time, making him wait for a response for a long time.

Edge can be seen getting frustrated with the amount of time Batista is taking, but Dave then breaks the silence.... but he doesn't talk to Edge.

The Animal, Batista: You guys can go to the back, your not needed no more, obviously as you can see, Edge can't hang with the big boys and needs you lot to stop him from being hurt. But now as well as that, he's hiding behind you and run away... and I can guarantee that he's not coming back down here in a hurry, so you've done your job here gentlemen....

The security men all look at each other and decide that Batista is right, so they walk up the ramp and past Edge who is extremely annoyed that Batista spoke to the security before him.

The Animal, Batista: Now Adam.... now you are done spewing out more of your pretentious bull crap, let me just recap or the audience what you have said, because to be honest Edge, none of these fans even listen to you. Blah blah blah, I'm the best, Batista has no chance, blah blah blah, Batista made a drunken mistake and I'm basing his whole life on it, blah blah blah, I'm so glad the security were out here because chances are I wouldn't have made it to Starrcade blah blah frickin' blah! See, you should just let me talk Edge, I would have saved these people ten minutes of their life. Instead you have to make everybody think that your actually still relevant, and that the spotlight is all around you. Y'know, I can't wait for Starrcade to be over, not just to be the Number One Contender, not just to have finished most of my path to the CWF Championship, but also to shove this victory down your throat!

Edge constantly stares at Batista looking lost for words as the crowd boos what they're hearing.

The Animal, Batista: You think that slap was my way of trying to hurt you? Oh no, Edge, all that was, was just a little helping hand for you.... try and slap a bit of sense into you, so to speak. Obviously all the nonsense you had just said has just shown that it didn't work, so it's apparent that I indeed am going to have to beat some sense into you.... and that is going to happen at Starrcade. I've brought back the sick and twisted Edge. Fantastic, you know what that means? The most notorious of styles, the most sadistic side of The Rated "R" Superstar, and I am going to show the whole world that Batista can beat that side of you with considerable ease. Your not this monster like you believe you are, you want to see monster.... you watch back at this match after Sunday, and you will see an absolutely monstrous display... from an animal!

You think your the mastermind, I'm afraid your wrong again. I could have broken through those guys, but that would have only given you some sort of self-satisfaction that you have me annoyed. You don't. I couldn't care any less about you because, once our match is done, then me and you... are also, done. I will be competing for the CWF Championship, and you.... might have a sniff at the prime-time gold, or hell, you could team up with your buddy Christian again, and he can get you another Tag Team championship reign. Because that's all it has ever been about with you isn't it. What anyone else can do for you. How can Edge get to the top, without having the ability to be at the top in the first place. And today has only just proved it.... security guards. One more thing to add to your long long list of aids that have helped your career. But you mark my words, with Tazz in the middle of the ring, there is no-one that you will be able to depend on when it comes to our match. Not Christian, security guards, Vicky, Lita, hell even Gangrel if he's still alive, will help you from going down, to me.

Batista paces the ring and waits a while, before continuing.

The Animal, Batista: What has happened to Big Bad Batista? Do you mean the one that left you motionless through the announce table Edge? Oh he's still here, but I'll tell you what has happened to him, he has gone a lot smarter than he used to be. And for you Edge, that is your worst nightmare. You see, I could lose my cool, run up that ramp, attack you, get myself pulled from the Number One Contenders match. But I know better than that Edge. Your easy ride plan isn't going to work on me. Tempers used to flare, my rage used to get the better of me but now.. I got everything in focus. And the only thing I am focused on, is becoming the CWF Champion. And Edge.... nothing on the face on this planet.... can stop me.

Batista lifts his arms out and looks confident.​

OOC: I can't go 3-3. Bank holiday here, I'm getting my drink on from now til this show is posted probs. Enjoyed this though.

 

[Derrick]

"BEER.. MONEYYY!!!!"

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The future Tag Champs are in the house! Fans pop really really huge for Beer Money as they show up on the entrance ramp and they literally drive their way to the ring as fans are absolutely crazy and on fire because they love these two dudes, and they are excited for their first appearance in CWF.

They enter the ring now, both with bottles of beer in their hands and Cowboy James Storm raises his microphone to start off the promo.

'Cowboy' James Storm: Now your little asses may be a little bit surprised to see these two southern boys tear the situation up in this house, so let us say the following! As of Twenty-Freakin-Second of August these two proud rednecks on the microphone are a part of CWF Monday Night WAR! Just let me introduce us, this man next to me, that's Bobby MotherFreakin' Roode the walkin'.. talkin'.. rasslin'.. epicness makin' bruisin' machine, the man that makes ratings and collects titles and my beer drinkin' buddy!

Storm drinks some of the beer, Roode does the very same and he smiles as the crowd cheers.

'Cowboy' James Storm: And my name, my name is Cooooooooooowboiiiiiiiii Jaymes Stowrm, the best damn tag team champion of all time along with Bobby here, and we're here to bring some whoopie into the tag division! Now we ain't here for sayin' plain words, but we southern boys wanna be polite so we freakin' wanted to introduce ourselves to you some-weird-countreh punks!

Roode now raises the microphone.

Bobby Roode: Now you may have heard from James now 'n here what's my name and what's his name, but he I'm pretty damn sure forgot to tell who we are, and we're the best dayum tag team in this world, Beer Money In-freakin-c! Now at Starrcade, me 'n James, we're in this match for the Tag Team straps, 'n we're gonna prove you how we can win those damn titles in our very debut!

James Storm: Dass right Bobby! Now I see 'dat you all here ain't so much laid back 'n cool 'n such so we brought you some beer, so if you want some exit the ring and grab some, we've got gallons of it, but you may risk yo' asses, 'cause we may whoop them while you ain't lookin!

Storm laughs to himself as he continues and fans cheer.

Storm: Now look at who is in this damn ring today, some tall punk and his little friend, 'n as far as my redneck brain knows it, they're from India or sumthin' like it, and to be honest they can be from wherever they wanna be, but that ain't gon' help them protect their eastern asses from a good ol' country whipass session done by yours truly! 'N as far as I know, they hold the CWF Tag Titles and that makes no sense to my brain, 'cause from what I see, they look like they ain't got no money and they ain't drinkin' no beer so they ain't no good champs, while me 'n Bobby we'd make ol' boy Vinnie Mac damn proud!

Fans cheer and Roode raises the microphone.

Roode: James nailed it in the very middle, how do these two chumps think they're champs, I don't get it, aww no, but I even ain't plannin' to get it 'cause we ain't here to get the way of thinkin' of some two from-sumwhere-far-'way junkies and the same goes for those DeeAxe wannabes, only thing you could suck is our damn rods of excellence and if you ain't down with that, we've got five words for ya..

Fans aren't sure what will the duo say but they both raise their mics and say both at once..

Beer Money: SORRY 'BOUT YER DAMN LUCK!!

Fans go crazy now, but they are interrupted by...​