CWF - Staff Trash #9 (Merging Issue)

[awesome miz]

Alberto del Rio's promo for Supershow - Please, say what u think about this...

Even before intro of special Supershow goes on, camera cuts to the arena area where is Alberto del Rio standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand and he looks little bit shirty and fans over arena make him even more angry as they boo at him and show no respect for him, but Alberto ignores them and he put microphone near to his mouth and begin to talk....

Alberto del Rio: You all little peasants better keep your mouths shut and listen to what I have to tell to each and every single one of you... I just want absolute silence... Now, I want every single member of CWF, I want superstars, I want camera guys, referees, ring announcers, our commentators, managers, even our Owner to pay their maximal attention to what I'm gonna say... So now, when all of you are paying attention I can start. The question now is, why I'm here?... I'm here, because of your laws. I'm here, because you people aren't really clever and because your laws makes no sense, but that's not my point, my point is, that you have law of free will and law that allows every person to speak what they want with absolute freedom. And that's why I can stay right here, right now and say whatever I want. And because my IQ is bigger than yours combine, I see what you can't. I see, that this so called company, is something bigger than we see. These guys in back, that are running this are showing you what they want and what they want you to see. But why? Why they just don't show you, how the company is running each day, each hour. Why they are making new shows, like Honor, when it is run by guy, that is vulgar, indecent, dirty, obscene, brainless and absolutely unqualified to do General Manager of show like Honor. You foolish idiots every single Thursday turn on your TV screens and watch guy, like Jim Cornette says whatever he wants. But truly intelligent guys like me, or former superstar, that I can't talk about, or I'll get fired, but of course, you all know my former tag team partner, we cannot say what we want. The question is, why? Because what I'm trying to say is making sense? Maybe. But maybe, it is something bigger. Maybe, it is the thing, that one of my good friends love to talk about. That friend is saying, that CWF and one company, that starts on W, is nothing more than a conspiracy. The thing is, I never agreed with him. I never to listened to him to be honest with you. But what happened? What I see now in CWF is nothing more than a conspiracy! Jim Cornette can be rude on the TV screens, in fact Honor is under PG and someone like Alberto del Rio, doesn't even has 5 minutes to say what he wants? Now, that's a conspiracy...

fans gives to Alberto mixed reaction and Alberto invite to the ring Ricardo Rodriguez and while Ricardo steps into the ring, Alberto grab a microphone and again begin to talk..

Alberto del Rio: Now look. Even in fact you losers without class here don't like me, you have to agree with me. You have to agree, that as the most intelligent guy tonight, I know what I'm saying. Let's get back to my Honor thing. Let's take a look back to last week, let's take a look at what happened after I destroyed The Miz...

Miz can take no more as he angrily picks Del Rio up and hooks the arms, looking for the Skull Crushing Finale for a third time but he went to the well one time too many as Alberto swings his arms downward to break the hold then turns around and headbutts Miz. Del Rio grabs the arm and jumps on it, spinning and bringing Miz to the mat, fully extending it as he wrenches back with the Cross Armbreaker!

Jim Ross: This could be it!

Matt Striker: Say it isn't so!

As Alberto relentlessly wrenches back on the hold, Miz has no choice but to tap out as he begins furiously beating the mat and the ring bell is sounded.

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: Here is your winner as a result of a submission, Alberto Del Rio!

As Del Rio was celebrating his victory, suddenly he was attacked by The Miz, who hit him in the back with a clubbing blow. Miz threw Del Rio into the nearest turnbuckle and ran over, connecting with a high knee to the jaw. He began to lay into him with stiff punches when suddenly Sheamus slid into the ring as the crowd went nuts.

Jim Ross: By gawd, it's Sheamus!

Matt Striker: Sheamus perhaps coming to the aid of his opponent at next week's Supershow!

Sheamus grabbed Miz and Irish whipped him into the ropes, and as Miz came back, connected with a Brogue Kick! Miz hit the mat and rolled under the ropes to the outside as Sheamus turned in the direction of Del Rio, who walked towards him and extended his hand for a shake. Sheamus looked down at Alberto's hand, then up at Alberto, before nearly taking his head off with a Brogue Kick!

Matt Striker: So much for that theory, but did he really have to put his hands on The Miz?

Jim Ross: Sheamus is gonna put his hands on whoever he damn well pleases, Matt, that there is a young man hungry for bigger and better things.

Matt Striker: A message has been sent by the Celtic Warrior here tonight, but I don't like it.

Sheamus heads up the ramp and stops at the top of it, looking out to the crowd as Honor heads to its first commercial of the evening.

Alberto del Rio: Now you see? (what?!) That's how the shows are running now? (what?!) You let guys like Sheamus attack people, that are trying to shake hands with them? (what?!) You let guys to attack me from behind, when I'm supposed to comeback to the ring? (what?!) You let Jim Cornette bully true athletes and true Aristocrats? (what?!) That question isn't for you, you idiots, so I don't know why are you moving with your poor fat mouths, when nobody asks for it! Now shut up!... So, what I was trying to say, before I was so rudely interrupted, that question goes for the biggest men around here. That question goes to guy, that calls himself a owner of this company. Yes, you are right, this question is for Vincent Kennedy McMahon. It's question, that goes to the same guy, that last week on some CWF.com informed CWF universe, that Alberto del Rio is facing some Rey Mysterio... Because I have more important thing to do, than to sit on the internet, and write some idiotic things on Facebook and Twitter, I didn't even know, that I'm taking on that little chihuahua, that I already took out like 100 times and that I beat for like 1 000 000 times... But what would happen if my good friend Ricardo here wouldn't tell me that I'm facing him? Why that guy, that calls himself a Mr. McMahon doesn't contact me personally and tell me, that I have business to do at Elimination Chamber? Is he afraid of me? Is he afraid, that I would say something intelligent to him and he will not understand me? I don't know, but I know this is just another proof, that there’s a conspiracy... And you know what's even more pathetic and idiotic? That guy, that was “screwed†by our owner is now General Manager of Monday Night War. Where we are huh? At circus? Is this some bad comedy with some boring American actor? Probably yes, because that's really, really bad joke. Bret “The Hitman†Hart few years ago cried, that Vince screwed him. And now, after few years, that same Bret Hart is working under guy that screwed him? You guys just don't believe it do ya? Even kid in 5th grade from Germany, or wherever we are now saying that he just got one from math is more serious than that Montreal Screwjob... So why don't we just stop acting and be absolutely serious huh? Why don't you three guys just don't come out here and tell me, what you gonna do with your conspiracy next?

Alberto del Rio looks at the stage and wait for either owner or one of GMs comes out, but nobody shows up and Ricardo, that is now in the ring rip microphone of Alberto's hand and begin to talk...

Ricardo Rodriguez: Que todos los pequeños campesinos allí, mi jefe Alberto del Río es un reto a salir y hablar con él como un hombre y se queda en la espalda como un cobarde? Como la voz del gran hombre, de Alberto del Rio, yo te estoy diciendo que venir aquí y responder a la pregunta de Alberto, o este gran hombre va a tener que hacer el trabajo sucio en el que los campesinos y todos sabemos que usted no quiere que esto a suceder. Así que ahora, esta es tu oportunidad de salir y la prueba para todos nosotros, que son los hombres en sus lugares y que no son campesinos como estos idiotas aquí. Entonces, qué vas a hacer eh?

As Ricardo finished, Alberto rip his microphone back and look at Ricardo and tell him something in Spanish without microphone and Ricardo respond to him something and fans shows no respect to them and boo at Ricardo and Alberto, but they ignores them and Alberto put microphone before his mouth and continue..

Alberto del Rio: Nice point Ricardo, but for next time, never talk without my order... Now, as we all can see, your heroes are afraid of telling truth. What we gonna about it? Because I speak my mind, I probably in next 1 hour gonna get fired, or I gonna get attacked by someone, or I gonna stay here for the whole show and until I will get answers, I will not let anybody to step into this ring... You know, I don't have to do anything what I'm doing now, but how it is? Every action has reaction. Action was firing my former tag team partner, another visionary like I am, another wrestler with not only physical power, but with psychical power as well. And reaction for it is all of this. Reaction gonna be me, breaking hand of each and every single one of these rude peasants, that are leading this conspiracy. Maybe you are asking, why I will not just leave in a quite? I am Alberto del Rio. Alberto del Rio is never leaving. Alberto del Rio is a visionary. Alberto del Rio will not leave, until this place gonna change. I am, nah nah nah, we all are victims of something bigger than your minds can even think about. If you peasants listened to me for last few minutes, you have to know now, that in this company, no no no, maybe in this business isn't everything right... What is it? That's the question, that even I don't know answer for. Maybe, it's because there’s too many answers for it or maybe, it's because somebody don't want me to tell you the answer. Who knows... But I can tell you answer for one question. Answer for question what gonna happen tonight, is me, destroying Sheamus. Not only, that I will destroy Sheamus, but before the show goes off, I will personally in this ring Mr. McMahon, Jim Cornette and Bret Hart and if not, than true rebellion gonna happen here....

Fans loudly cheer for Alberto del Rio and Alberto gets out of the ring and looks at the crowd and looks like he wants to leave, but before he does so, Alberto put microphone up again...

Alberto del Rio: Oh, I nearly forgot one little thing. I have a message for Rey Mysterio and to guys that I mentioned moments before... I don't have problem with taking this little suit of me and breaking every single bone in your bodies. I don't have problem with breaking your arms in a half and make you bleeding. I can put you into pain you never felt before. I'm guy, that nearly ended Edge's career, I'm guy that made you Rey nearly retire, after I broke your arm. I'm not guy that is running his mouth and cannot prove his power in the ring... And that's not a threat, that's just a fact... See you on Sunday Rey and see you tonight, Vince...

Alberto drops the microphone and fans supports him and he slowly leaves...​

 

[Andrew]

Good promos.

 

[Andrew]

The Miz: When I first signed to CWF, I was guaranteed that I was going to be the face of this company. This company needs someone like me to get them the ratings and profits they deserve. But that hasn’t happened as it and you want to know why?

The crowd begins to chant "What?"

The Miz: Really?

The Crowd continues the "What?" chant

The Miz: Really?

The Miz waits for a few seconds before he talks

The Miz: You guys are doing this again, please that was so 2001, you guys sound like ducks. Now why don’t all of you shut up and let me talk because I am going to expose something very important that you guys need to know about this company. Something they don’t want anyone to know, but I’m sick and tired of it. The reason why I have not been performing to my full abilities is because there is a conspiracy going on backstage. That’s right a conspiracy.
CWF is out to sabotage my career. Take for example last week, I told them I was too sick to compete and the doctors told them the same thing. What does CWF do, they go and book me in a match, where I got destroyed by some Mexican wanna-be version of JBL. But if someone like Cena asks for time off, they give it to him. I proved to CWF that I’m better than Cena when I beat him fair and square. When I got that win off of him, I expected things to get better, but in fact it has been the opposite. Maybe CWF is mad that I beat there superstar or maybe it is something else. CWF management I demand an explanation to why you guys have a conspiracy against me and the longer you take to give it to me. I will do something that I won’t regret. BECAUSE I’M THE MIZ

AND

The crowd taunts Miz by finishing off his catchphrase before him

I’M AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ​

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[Andrew]

I'm hoping TT picks up.

 

[The Hoov]

The crowd immediately breaks out into boos as Matt Hardy Version 1 emerges from the back. He throws up a V1 hand sign as he makes his way towards the ring.


Booker T: Man, I used to have so much respect for Matt Hardy, dogg, but now I just don't recognize him.

JR: He's certainly a changed man, that's for sure.


As Matt reaches the ring, he grabs a microphone before starting.


Matt Hardy: This Sunday, my moment will finally happen. After years of wasting away in the mid-card, after years spending my entire career being held back by others around me, I get my chance to finally become what I've always been destined to become and that is World Heavyweight Champion.


The crowd boos at the very thought of Matt becoming CWF Heavyweight Champion. Matt chuckles at the boos as he continues


Matt Hardy: You honestly think it bothers me that you all open your big fat mouths and jeer me? It doesn't bother me one bit because I know that I am the most underrated and underestimated wrestler to ever step foot in the ring. For years I've been looked at as a peon in the eyes of the audience and upper management. Well, they have made the mistake of giving me what I want and that is just one opportunity to win that coveted title and become the face of this industry, something no one ever wanted to see happen, just admit it. The fact I'm in this match makes you absolutely sick and I relish that fact because no longer will I keep my mouth shut out of fear. I say and do what I want and what I want to do is become CWF Heavyweight Champion and prove that I am not a joke. And someone else is wanting to plead his case and I'd like to take this time to introduce him and that is the number one contender to the CWF Championship, my friend Christian.


GO!

The crowd is continuing to boo as Christian makes his way down to ringside with a microphone in hand. He then shakes Matt's hand as he enters and looks him in the eye.

Christian: Thank you Matt, it's an honor being respected by someone like you. Unlike these inbred morons who continue to abuse their powers, unlike these morons who think that we're not going to accomplish what we're going to accomplish on Sunday. Keep believing because this here is a reality, maybe you people should shut your mouth until Elimination Chamber is over then you might have something to say... Or not. You see, Matt and I both know we're going to become Champions so you can try and speak for yourselves but you cannot back it up.


The crowd is completely booing these two out of the building. Christian isn't effected by it and continues.

Christian: My name is Christian, the 'Instant Classic'... While you inbred morons have disregarded my actions for the past seventeen years. I'm finally going to take in all those fake cheers you've given me, everything in the past seventeen years was nothing but a blur for me. I no longer have to think about the past but now I think of the future and that's me being your CWF Champion and I am going to embrace that title with Mattitude. Nobody else, what are you going to do about it when I raise my hand up high on Sunday with that very gold?



The Crowd boo's heavily, we are then interrupted by a theme song that hasn't been heard forever.

Booker T: Jimmy Wang Yang?


The crowd cheers as Jimmy Wang Yang comes dancing out on the stage. Christian and Matt don't know what to think. Jimmy has a microphone in hand but before he can get to the ring, Matt cuts him and his music off.



Matt Hardy: I think I speak for everyone here when I say, what in the hell are you doing out here? I mean, if people thought WE were jokes, you must be looked at as worse than scum. In fact, that's what you are, Jimmy: scum. Pathetic, awful, scum. Jimmy, I find it highly disrespectful that you come out here and interrupt Christian and I, future World Champions after Elimination Chamber is all said and done. Jimmy, what could you possibly have to say to Christian and I? Please enlighten us on why you've decided to poke your nose where it doesn't belong. I'll give you the stage.


Jimmy Wang Yang: Well folks, ya see... I've been squandered 'n dissipated 'ere. I've tried to do me best to join up a promotion 'ere, I'm the American Redneck, I ain't Asian as people say I am, I'm a southerner just like you Matt. Ye see Matt, I'm 'ere 'cos I want to be part o' somethin' I'm not, I want to be part o' this. E'erybody has under-estimated me, nobody has given me the chance to shine. Nobody has GIVEN you the chance to shine. Ya see they only worryin' bout them pathetic superstars, look at Christian for instance. He's beaten former Champions and this Sunday, ain't no Vampire gon' take his blood. Christian's gon' win it, I'm tellin' ya Matt, you're gon' win it. 'Cos if ya don't, I'm gonna damn make sure dat they gon pay da price! Yee haw!


Matt Hardy: Jimmy, please, save your breath. I don't need your patronizing. Christian doesn't need it. The entire CWF doesn't need you period. You want to be apart of something bigger than yourself, well that's all fine and good. Go join the Navy or Marines if that's what you want but there is absolutely no room for you here. I mean, I'm a great teacher of moral fiber and values to live by but I'm No miracle worker Jimmy. You are far beyond salvation. You're a walking, talking punchline. And I do mean that.....


Jimmy interrupts


Jimmy Wang Yang: Ay, Matt. You listen to me, I'm tryin' to help ya out 'ere, I'm gon' make ya voices heard...


Jimmy then makes his way to the ring


Jimmy Wang Yang: Look, for so long I've been discriminated against, people hatin' on my beliefs of bein' a redneck, all these people have don' nothin' but discriminate each and every single one of us. Don't ya see what I'm sayin' ?


As soon as Jimmy makes it into the ring, Matt hits Jimmy with a microphone.


Matt Hardy: Christian, did you see that? Jimmy just became our punchline! Do you get it? Punchline? You see, people don't just nominate themselves to become a Follower. To become a true MF'er, you must be 100% willing to do absolutely what it takes. Jimmy merely wanted 15 more minutes of fame at my expense and for that, I don't oblige. Jimmy, you're no more southern than Keith Urban. You are pathetic.

Christian: Am I thinking what you're thinking Matt?


Matt then hits the Twist of Fate, as Jimmy stumbles back, he is met with a Spear from Christian. Matt Hardy bends down next to Jimmy's bloody body and speaks directly to him.


Matt Hardy: Jimmy, I don't know if you can hear me or not, but I want you to listen and listen good: No one disrespects me. Not anymore. In fact, let this be a lesson to all those who want to defy me: If you cross me, I will hurt you. If you piss me off, I will make you wish you were dead. And for those who think that ANYONE will get in our way, just look at Jimmy. Look at Edge. Look at Stone Cold Steve Austin and remember that Mattitude WILL.....NOT.....DIE....


Matt and Christian then both pose in the ring before leaving​

 

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[Chris Dresdon]

Jim Ross: Coming up we have what is sure to be nothing short of a classic brawl.

Matt Striker: I'd say you're at least half right, Jim, these two men are going to slug it out until they can't anymore!

The ring bell is heard as Justin Roberts begins the introductions.

Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...



The lights in the arena have gone dark as the haunting theme of “Trauma” fills the arena and the fans boo immediately knowing who is associated with the theme.

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A spotlight shines down as Brock is making his way down towards the ring.



Justin Roberts: From Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 280 pounds. He is the Intercontinental Champion and the "Next Big Thing", Brock Lesnar!

Brock ignores the jeers and boos from the sellout crowd as he enters the ring

Jim Ross: Brock Lesnar has been startlingly quiet in the past week, Matt.

Matt Striker: No argument here. One can only think that he's getting in a diabolical mindset for his upcoming match, choosing to let his actions do the talking.

Jim Ross: That's a very interesting assessment.

Things return to Justin Roberts again.

Justin Roberts: And the opponent...

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The fans in the arena are excited as "Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven begins to play, cheering the nearing arrival of Kane and the fond sound of his former theme. Without any hesitation, the Big Red Machine makes his way from the back, where the fans are met with surprise on another matter.

The roof nearly came off of the place as they were witnessing the return of the true Monster. Kane walks up the steel steps, steps onto the apron and walks along it, then steps through the ropes and makes his way to the center of the ring.

Justin Roberts: From Parts Unknown. Weighing in at 323 pounds, he is the "Big Red Monster", Kaaaaane!

Kane raises his arms at his side into the air and drops them, sending fire shooting from all four turnbuckles simultaneously.

Jim Ross: Well ladies and gentlemen, while Brock Lesnar has been very quiet, Kane hasn't been shy at all about his thoughts as earlier this week he stated we would be bidding the Next Big Thing farewell soon. What do you think he meant by that?

Matt Striker: Seeing what he's done in the past and listening to what comes out of his mouth, I'd say it isn't good. I just hope Brock's silence is a result of focus as I said, or he's going to get dismantled here tonight.

The ring bell is heard as both men get ready.

DING DING!

Brock wastes no time starting things off as he throws a knee into the gut of the Monster. The crowd boos as Kane bends over in pain and Lesnar follows up with an irish whip that sends his opponent back first into the corner. Brock charges across the ring, leaping into the air and pulling back his fist, his knees landing in the abdomen of Kane as his fist connects with the top of Kane's head. Kane slumps forward out of the corner as Brock hooks his arm around his head and lifts him up, following through and planting him with a quick suplex. Brock gets to his feet and mocks Kane when suddenly the Big Red Machine sits up, turning and looking at Brock.

Kane throws a knee into the sternum of Lesnar, causing him to double over in pain. Kane connects with a throat thrust that causes Brock to straighten up as Lesnar turned and looked at Kane furiously as he got up in his face and the two stood nearly nose-to-nose. Kane reared his head back and connected with the top of Brock's, following his headbutt with an underhand left to the abdomen. Lesnar swung at Kane but misses as Kane ducks and hooks his arms around Brock, lifting him up and dropping him groin first onto his knee with an inverted atomic drop. Lesnar holds his groin in pain as Kane scoops him up in both arms, holding him horizontally. Kane drops to one knee, dropping Brock across it with a backbreaker, allowing him to roll off of it onto the mat as he held his back in pain.

Jim Ross: I certainly wasn't expecting these two to break out maneuvers like these.

Brock sits up from the mat and throws a punch at the knee of Kane, who steps out of the way and rains down on top of Lesnar's head with a punch of his own. Brock retaliates with a punch to the stomach, grabbing Kane's side as he pulls himself to his feet. Lesnar throws the side of knee into Kane's solar plexus, then follows up by hooking his head and twisting his own body around, dropping down and connecting with a modified backbreaker. Kane rolls after impact and is now holding himself up on his hands and knees as Brock charges from the other side of the ring, kicking him in the ribs, sending him onto his side then flat on his back as the Big Red Monster lay there holding his ribs with his arms. Lesnar leapt into the air, bending his legs back so that when he landed, he drove his knees directly into the chest and abdomen of Kane. Brock grabs Kane by the hair on the top of his head and pulls him to a sitting position. His hand slides down and is know clenching the hair on the back of his head, throwing stiff punches into Kane's forehead with his free hand.

Brock continues to rain down with fierce blows until Kane throws his arm in front of his face and blocks one of the punches, taking advantage of the distraction to throw a punch into Lesnar's exposed jaw with his free hand. Kane locks his arms around Brock's shoulder, turning and falling onto his back as Lesnar was thrown in an arm drag predicament, and now found himself lying next to Kane, who had turned his body and draped his legs across the upper body of his opponent, trapping Brock's forearm between his thighs as he wrenched backward with an armbar. Lesnar sits up as much as he can, writhing in pain as he used his free arm to throw punches onto any area of Kane he could reach. In his struggle, Brock manages to turn himself almost completely as he places his hand on Kane's back, standing up and lifting him then dropping him in what looked like a half-powerbomb. Kane rolled across the mat, releasing Lesnar's arm and holding the back of his head in pain as Brock rolls in the opposite direction, holding his arm. Lesnar leans against the nearest turnbuckle, resting his shoulder against the padding as Kane stands up in the corner diagnolly across from him, trying to shake off the daze.

Jim Ross: These two behemoth men are evenly matched so far.

Matt Striker: It'll be interesting to see who gets the upper hand, if that's possible with someone like Brock Lesnar taking on a man like Kane.

Kane comes to and charges across the ring, using his momentum to sandwich Brock between himself and the corner with a body splash. Kane irish whips Lesnar into the corner he was just in then charges and connects with another body splash, then irish whips him into the corner directly parallel to where they were and connected with a third body splash in succession. Kane whips Brock into the remaining corner and charges, going for a fourth body splash, but moments before he makes impact Brock fires out of the corner and connects with a thunderous lariat that causes Kane to do a backflip and land on his face. The crowd boos as Lesnar observes his handy work with a smile, circling Kane like a hawk sizing up its prey. He grabs Kane and places his head between his legs as he locks his massive arms around the waist of the Monster and hoists him into the air, planting him with a powerbomb. Shortly after impact, Brock still has a hold of Kane as he lifts him up and drops him again. The crowd gasps as Brock still has a grip and lifts Kane again, planting him with a third powerbomb, this time pinning him to the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Kick out!

Brock can't believe it as both men rise to their feet. Kane goozles Brock as the crowd goes wild, but Lesnar throws a knee into the abdomen of Kane and steps on his toes. Kane releases his hold and doubles over as Brock throws him onto his shoulders. The crowd boos this intensely when suddenly the lights go out.

Jim Ross: What's this?

Matt Striker: I think I might know.

Suddenly the lights come back up and the crowd explodes with excitement when they see who's standing in the ring.

Jim Ross: By gawd! It's The Undertaker!

Matt Striker: The Phenom is here in CWF!

Brock runs at Undertaker to attack him but Taker rolls his eyes back into his head and suddenly a bolt of lightning strikes the mat in front of Brock, causing him to jump back and the referee to take cover. Undertaker levels Brock with a Big Boot and exits the ring. Kane sees this and reaches down, grabbing Brock by the throat as he lifts him from the mat into the air and plants him with a chokeslam. The referee comes out of hiding and counts the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: Here is your winner, Kane!

As Kane celebrated the win, Brock got up from the mat and climbed to his feet. He was getting ready to attack Kane when he saw Undertaker grab his Intercontinental Championship from ringside and begin to make his way up the ramp. Brock exited the ring and went after Undertaker, with Kane exiting as well and following Lesnar. Brock took off running and hit Taker from behind with a double axe handle to the upper back but was low blowed by Kane before he could follow up. The Big Red Machine spun him around and hoisted him into his arms, placing him upside down as he connected with a Tombstone Piledriver on the steel stage! Kane and Undertaker looked at one another and nodded as they each grabbed an arm and dragged him towards the end of the stage before standing him up. Kane goozled Brock, inciting cheers from the crowd, and then Undertaker goozled Brock, making them cheer louder. Without another second of delay, they hoisted Brock into the air and sent him off the stage with a double chokeslam!

Jim Ross: My gawd! Brock Lesnar's just been sent straight to hell! Someone's needs to help him!

Matt Striker: Well J.R., I think we can safely say Kane and The Undertaker are back, but what does this mean for the Intercontinental Championship match at Elimination Chamber?

Jim Ross: I'm not sure but I hope Jim Cornette will give us some answers. More CWF Supershow after this folks, don't go anywhere!​

 

[Chris Dresdon]

Tazz: Well Book, I'd say we're in for one of the more, uh, interesting matches of the night coming up.

Booker T: You ain't lyin', Tazz. Ever since these boys R.E.M.E.D.Y. came into the company, dey been doin' a whole lot a' rabble rousin' and nobody's stopped 'em. But I think that's gon' change when Triple H and John Cena put the whoopin' on dem boys TONIGHT!

The ring bell is heard as Justin Roberts begins the introductions.

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a tag team match! Introducing first...


MY TIME! MY TIME!

The crowd is booing as “The Game” Triple H makes his way out to ringside, minus Stephanie McMahon, for his match tonight. He's wearing his Hardcore Championship proudly around his waist as he makes his way down the ramp.

Justin Roberts: From Greenwich, Connecticut. Weighing in at 255 pounds. He is the reigning CWF Hardcore Champion, the "Game" Triiiiiiiiple H!

Triple H steps onto the ring apron and takes a swig of water, throwing the bottle towards ringside. He turns and waits for a moment, before leaning back against the ropes and tossing his head back, spraying the water into the air in a mist. Triple H looks into the camera intensely, flexing as he spits what's left forward.

Booker T: I don't think The Game has ever looked more intense, more focused. I definitely wouldn't wanna be Eddie Guerrero or R-Truth stepping into this match right here. If looks could kill, they'd be dead!

Tazz: Well the, uh, Hardcore Champion certainly looks ready to do damage tonight but you certainly can't argue that the members of R.E.M.E.D.Y. are too, I mean that's all they do is cause damage.

As Triple H steps through the ropes into the ring, Justin Roberts continues the introductions.

Justin Roberts: And the partner...

The fans boo loudly as a familiar, yet unwelcome theme hits the P.A. system.

CHAIN GANG IS THE CLICK!

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The arena fills with boos and John Cena walks out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. The boos intensify as he raises both hands into the air and salutes the fans with his two middle fingers. He lowers them then grabs his chain and salutes to the Chain Gang before walking down to the ring yelling abuse at the fans on his way down the ramp.

Justin Roberts: From West Newbury, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 251 pounds, Jooooooohn Ceeeeeeeeeenaaaaaaa!

Cena reaches the ring and climbs the steps and steps through the second rope. He then again flips his fingers to the fans who boo intensely.

Tazz: Well I'd say the transformation is complete, Book, the folks in this arena can't stand John.

Booker T: I steel don't understand why he would turn his back on the legions of John Cena fans like dat, but with that said, I still respect his work ethic. John Cena is an athlete and even though dey're enemies, you can't deny he and the Game make a good team standin' right there beside each other!

As Cena and Triple H shoot each other a look of disdain, Justin Roberts continues the introductions.

Justin Roberts: And the opponents...

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"Coma White" by Marilyn Manson comes blasting over the PA system, pulsating through the arena as the fans begin to boo. As they all rise to their feet, the members of R.E.M.E.D.Y. make their way onto the stage. If one were viewing this on a television screen, R-Truth would be on their right and Eddie Guerrero would be on their left, with Jesse Ventura walking behind both of them.

Justin Roberts: From El Paso, Texas and Charlotte, North Carolina respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of 453 pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by former Governor of Minnesota Jesse "The Body" Ventura. They are the reigning CWF Tag Team Champions, the team of Eddie Guerrero and R-Truth, R.E.M.E.D.Y.!

The members of R.E.M.E.D.Y. reach the end of the ramp and walk up the steel steps, entering the ring through the ropes. Jesse Ventura remains at ringside with the tag team championships over his shoulders as Eddie and Truth get ready for their match.

Tazz: I might be in violation of kayfabe here, but the crowd's gonna have a tough time choosin' who ta' root for in this one, it's a ring full a' heels!

Booker T: Maybe they'll just boo 'em all, dawg.

As Tazz looks bewildered at Booker T being so brief, the ring bell is heard again, signifying it's time to begin the contest.

DING DING!

R.E.M.E.D.Y. stand in their corner and look over at Cena and Trips on the opposite side of the ring, facing one another and discussing strategy amongst themselves. It was decided that Eddie would start as Truth stepped through the ropes and stood on the apron. On the opposite side of the ring, Cena charged forward towards Eddie but Triple H grabbed him by the back of his jhorts and pulled him back beside him. Triple H then tried to charge Eddie but Cena grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back beside him. The two got in the other's face and started to argue.

Tazz: Well Book, it looks like it's trouble in paradise for these two already.

Booker T: Well Triple H did say he and Cena had no intentions of workin' togetha' tonight, but they gon' have ta' make an exception, life is full a' doin' things you don't wanna do!

As the two were forehead-to-forehead in a shouting match, suddenly things escalated. Trips shoved Cena backward, and Cena got angry and went to retaliate with a punch but Eddie charged across the ring and connected with a double clothesline, sending Triple H into the corner and Cena through the ropes to the outside. Eddie began unloading on Trips with punches to the head.

Tazz: I guess it's safe to assume Triple H is starting off for his team.

Booker T: Agreed dog, they couldn't make the decision so Eddie came in 'dere and made the decision for 'em!

Trips threw up his arm, successfully blocking one of the punches, and stepped out of the corner with authority, whipping his head forward and connecting with a headbutt. Eddie took a few steps back, shaking off the daze as Trips whipped forward again, connecting with another one. Triple H threw a punch and knocked Guerrero into the ropes, grabbing him around this wrist with both hands. He whipped Eddie into the opposite ropes, where John was waiting on the apron. Guerrero stopped himself but Cena reached through the ropes and locked his arms around his waist, going for a belly-to-belly suplex to the outside padding. Eddie brought his arms in, sandwiching John's head between his forearms, then locked his arms around Cena's waist and hit a belly-to-belly suplex over the ropes and crashing down on top of Triple H.

Booker T: Oh my goodness!

Cena got up from the mat as quickly as he could, as did Trips, and the two were right back at each other's throats. Eddie got up and took Triple H to the mat with a swinging left hook to the jaw then rose up and threw an elbow into the mouth of Cena. Guerrero turned and connected with a DDT to bring John to the mat, then got up and walked over to his corner. He tagged Truth in to a boos from the crowd.

Trips was getting up from the mat as Truth charged him and connected with a double axe handle to the back of the head, taking him back down. Triple H caught himself with his hands and began to get to his feet again, turning to face Truth as he connected with the Paydirt out of nowhere! The crowd let out a loud and collective, "ooh!" as Trips crashed to the mat. Truth went to cover him but Cena dove at him and connected with a shoulder to the midsection, bringing him down to the mat as he unloaded with mounted punches. The referee came over and pulled John off of him as Truth sat up and slapped him across the face. John got angrier and charged forward, trying to break free of the referee's hold, but to no avail as the ref pulled him to a vertical base and began scolding him.

Cena argued with the referee as Eddie and Truth double teamed Trips behind his back. After a moment though, John went to his corner and Guerrero returned to his without the referee knowing anything had gone down. Triple H began to get to his feet where Truth was readying another Paydirt. Trips got to a vertical base and Truth attempted the move, but Triple H caught him and reversed into a Double A Spinebuster!

Tazz: Yowzah! I hope he has a good chiropracta'.

Triple H covered Truth as the referee ran over and began the count.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! R-Truth kicks out!

Truth pushes Triple H off of him as Trips rolls into a seated position, both men placing their hands at their sides on the mat and pushing themselves to their feet. Triple H connects with a right hand to the face of R-Truth, who rocks with the impact and then fires back with a right hand of his own. Trips rocks back with the impact as Truth delivers a standing dropkick, connecting perfectly and sending Triple H flying backwards through the ropes to the outside.

Once on the outside, Jesse Ventura wasted no time in attacking him with a running kick to the head. Now that Trips was groggy, Ventura hooked his head applying pressure and started delivering punches to his stomach. Cena ran over as Jesse suplexed Triple H hard to the ground. John attacked Ventura as he was getting up, hooking his arms around his waist quickly and connecting with a Release German Suplex that sent him into the ring barricade. As Cena got up, Truth came through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking both men into the ringside barricade. As Trips came to, Eddie connected with a cross body off the apron.

Tazz: Bodies everywhere, Booker, this is crazy!

Booker T: Let's see which one of these boys can answer the ten count!

The referee surveys the outside situation and begins the count, shouting out the numbers and using his fingers to reflect it.

ONE!

...

TWO!

...

THREE!

...

No one was stirring at all.

FOUR!

...

FIVE!

...

SIX!

Trips and Eddie began to get to their feet, as did Truth and Cena, who were both holding their head from the collision with the barricade.

SEVEN!

...

EIGHT!

Triple H re-entered the ring, followed closely behind by R-Truth, breaking up the referee's count. Trips got to his feet and Truth did also as Triple H charged him and speared him, snapping the ropes loose as both men went flying to the outside, Truth crashing into the barricade back first and Trips hitting the top of his head first. Truth lay there dazed in a sitting position as Triple H rolled onto his back, out cold. Cena and Guerrero were trading punches as the count began again.

ONE!

...

TWO!

Tazz: The way these guys are going at it, you'd think the titles were on the line.

Booker T: Ha ha, not 'til Sundee, dog!

THREE!

...

FOUR!

...

FIVE!

Cena walks over to where Triple H is and looks down at him, still unconscious. John pulls him to his feet and rolls him into the ring as Eddie spins him around and knees him in the groin, grabbing the back of his head and throwing him into the steel steps. The count continues as the referee is now up to seven.

SEVEN!

...

EIGHT!

R-Truth gets to his feet, but is wobbly as he makes his way towards the ring.

NINE!

Truth is leaning over the apron.

TE..

Before the referee can say ten, Triple H grabs R-Truth and pulls him up through the ropes into the ring. After the referee's count is broken, Trips takes down Truth with an Impaler DDT. Truth lay there on the mat in a daze as Triple H falls from his sitting position onto his back. Eddie returned to the apron in his corner as on the opposite side of the ring, Cena limped over and did the same, climbing onto the apron and standing in his corner. The referee began to count them down as both men crawled towards their respective tag partners.

ONE!

...

TWO!

...

THREE!

Triple H is halfway to Cena as Truth is only about a fourth of the way to Guerrero.

FOUR!

...

FIVE!

...

SIX!

Trips is reaching for Cena, only inches away as Truth has changed his course and crawled to the ropes instead, on his knees as he holds the middle rope.

SEVEN!

...

EIGHT!

Triple H goes to tag Cena but as he brings his hand down, John drops from the apron and begins limping up the ramp. The crowd boos him as meanwhile, R-Truth gets to his feet and tags Eddie. He blindsides Trips with the Paydirt with the last bit of his strength and hits the mat, rolling under the bottom rope to the outside. Eddie covers Triple H as the referee counts.

1!

2!

3...NO! Triple H kicks out! Triple H kicks out!

Tazz: WHAT? How is Triple H still in this thing?

Booker T: Cuz he's The Game, baby!

Eddie is furious as he swings wildly downward, raining down on the head of Triple H with punches. Trips still manages to get to his feet, absorbing the punches every inch of the way, as he pushes Guerrero off of him and into the ropes. Eddie comes off of them as Triple H looks for a spinebuster but Eddie stops him dead with a rising knee to the face. Guerrero hooks the hunched Trips like he's going for a Dominator but instead turns him and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker. Triple H rolls off his knee and sits there on the mat, crying out in pain. Eddie throws a kick forward but Trips lays back to dodge it and brings his arm up, punching Eddie in the groin. Guerrero brings his leg down and holds his groin in pain as Triple H motions for what's coming next. Truth's pointing at Trips and yelling at Eddie to look out, but to no avail as the Game grabs Eddie's head and places his head between his legs, folding his arms over his back as he brings him crashing down with a Pedigree. He covers Eddie as the referee counts.

1!

2!

3...NO! Eddie kicks out!

As Triple H gets to his feet, Truth finds some steam and runs into the ring and dives on Trips, knocking him off of Eddie. He begins punching him repeatedly as the referee pulls Truth off. Truth shoves the referee down and continues to attack Triple H. The referee signals to the ringside officials as the bell is rung again.

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: Here are your winners as a result of a disqualification, the team of Triple H and John Cena!

&

As R.E.M.E.D.Y. beats down on Triple H, Jesse Ventura flips up the ring apron and begins digging under it. He stands up, holding Triple H's signature sledgehammer as he slides it into the ring to his colleagues, with Eddie being the one to pick it up. Truth picks up Triple H from the mat but is elbowed in the face as Triple H quickly kicks Eddie in the abdomen, causing him to drop the sledgehammer. Trips grabs Truth and throws him over the top rope onto Jesse Ventura, causing both men to crash to the outside floor. Triple H then Pedigreed Eddie onto the sledgehammer, actually inspiring cheers from the crowd. As Triple H gets to his feet, Cena turns him around and throws him onto his shoulders, connecting with an FU! Cena grabs the Hardcore Championship and looks at it intensely as CWF Supershow heads elsewhere.

 

[Chris Dresdon]

Jim Ross: Well folks, coming up next is one of those moments in wrestling you never thought you'd see again.

Matt Striker: That's right, it's been almost thirty years since Mr. T and Roddy Piper have teamed together, and it's happening here tonight!

Jim Ross: Well we're excited and you're excited, so let's get 'em out here!

After what they would say was a rather disappointing night at Invasion, the path back to trying to claim the tag team championships starts right here, as their infamous music starts playing over the P.A, as the whole arena rise from their chairs and cheer the veteran team on their way to the ring.

Road Dogg: Oh! You didn't know?! Your ass better CALL SOMEBODYYYYYYYYY!

The crowd copy him as he walks out, with Billy Gunn onto the stage, James with a microphone in hand. He continues to welcome the crowd as he approaches the ring.

Road Dogg: Las Vegas Nevadaa!!!! You are here with the New Age Outlaws!

The Outlaws make their way into the ring and keep saluting the fans until their music gets cut. Road Dogg lifts the mic to his lips, and the whole crowd say in unison with him....

Road Dogg: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, D-Generation-X proudly presents to you the the best ever Tag Team of the Wooooooorld. The Road Dogg Jesse James, the Bad Ass Billy Gunn, the New Age Outlaws!

Road Dogg then passes the mic to Billy Gunn.

Billy Gunn: And if your not down with that then we got two words for you... SUCK IIIIIT!

The crowd cheers for the New Age Outlaws, showing them much adoration.

Jim Ross: The Outlaws are certainly looking confident for two men that have as much at stake as they do.

Matt Striker: Well even if they're intimidated about their match this Sunday, they can't let it show. They've got to stay focused.

Justin Roberts steps in to introduce the other team competing in the match.

Justin Roberts: And the opponents...

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‘Rowdy’ Roddy Pipers theme song plays over the arena when the ‘Hot Rod’ takes to the stage along with Mr T. The boos rain down on them as they both walk down the entrance ramp with Piper shouting stuff at the crowd.

Justin Roberts: From Glasgow, Scotland and Chicago, Illinois respectively. They are the team of "Rowdy" Roddy Piper and Mr. T!

Roddy and T get to the ring and they climb the steps and step through the ropes entering it.

Jim Ross: I can barely contain my excitement much longer.

Matt Striker: We're a ring bell sound away from history being made in CWF. Don't torture us anymore, bell guy!

At Striker's request, the bell is rung.

DING DING!

T and Gunn start things off, circling the ring for a moment, seemingly sizing each other up. Billy seems to be bouncing around, while Mr. T just walks, keeping his eyes on Gunn, shaking his hands and wrists in preparation. The two tie up, each man pushing on the other, but they're at a stalemate. Billy went for a kick but T stomped on his foot to put an end to that, then sweeped his leg and fell forward simultaneously to bring Billy to the mat. Mr. T seemed to choke Billy for a moment, until the referee came over and started counting him down for it quickly.

1!

2!

3!

4!

T stopped the chokehold and rose to his feet. Roddy suddenly started stomping on the apron and punching the turnbuckle padding, seemingly throwing a tantrum about something. The referee went over and the two began to exchange words, as Mr. T took advantage of the distraction to start choking Billy again. This got a mixed reaction as T had Billy pinned down hard. Gunn was red in the face as he tried to pry Mr. T's hands away with his hands, but it was to no avail. Billy started lifting his leg straight up, managing to land somewhat of a kick to T's inner thigh. After a few landed, Mr. T got annoyed as he pulled Billy to his feet with him and lifted him into chokebomb position and just held him there.

Jim Ross: Mr. T so far very much in control of this one.

Matt Striker: The New Age Outlaws don't seem to have their heads in the game tonight.

In the ring, Mr. T still has Gunn up, who is red faced still and has been kicking for life and trying desperately to pry his opponent's fingers loose. Billy began to make some progress as he almost had the grip broken, but before he could free himself, T charged forward and chokebombed him into the nearest turnbuckle. Billy seemed to crumble to the mat as Mr. T went over to his corner and tagged in Roddy as the two traded places. Roddy stomped Billy repeatedly in the abdomen and hip tossed him from the corner to the center of the ring. Gunn held his back as he popped up following the impact as Piper hit a running knee to the chest, laying him out. Roddy picked Billy up from the mat and lifted him straight up into the air, holding him.

After a moment, Piper brought Billy back to the mat, completing the delayed vertical suplex. Piper looked across the ring at Road Dogg, who looked legitimately concerned about his partner, as well as anxious to get into the match. Roddy laughed at him as Billy was up to his feet. He threw a punch but Piper sidestepped and delivered a stomp to the shin and slipped behind Gunn, applying a full nelson. Roddy walked Billy over to his corner where Mr. T began delivering body blows. Road Dogg shouted from the apron about it as the referee came over to him, providing a distraction. T continued to deliver body blows when suddenly Billy threw his leg back and kicked Roddy in the groin, breaking the hold. He then kicked Mr. T in the groin, knocking the heads of T-Pipe together. T fell off the apron as Billy turned around and connected with a superkick on Roddy.

Matt Striker: Momentum may finally be the Outlaws'!

In the ring, Billy finally makes it over to his corner and tags in Road Dogg. Across the ring, Roddy tags in Mr. T. Road Dogg leaps over the rope and goes after Mr. T, who hauls off and hits him with a right hook to the jaw and stops his momentum dead. The crowd is stunned as Road Dogg collapses to the mat and T covers him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: Here are your winners, the team of "Rowdy" Roddy Piper and Mr. T!

&

While Mr. T and Roddy Piper celebrate the win, the commentators give their feedback.

Jim Ross: Well this moment is certainly bittersweet, as I feel it's a sign of things to come for both men.

Matt Striker: I have to agree, Jim, if the Outlaws don't get it together, we'll be saying goodbye to them Sunday night. Well ladies and gentlemen, something you shouldn't say goodbye to is this show, because there's plenty more CWF Supershow after this. Stay with us!​

 

[Chris Dresdon]

Tazz: It's finally time, baby, the match that I've been waitin' for!

Booker T: It's the match this night is all about dog, the Elimination Chamber! Six men, one belt, and a whole bunch a' metal, and it's next!

As the crowd is ecstatic with anticipation, the ring bell is heard as Justin Roberts prepares to do the introductions.

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: The following contest is an Elimination Chamber match, and it is for the CWF World Heavyweight Championship! The match will continue until all but one has been eliminated. The remaining superstar will be the World Champion! Introducing first...

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Suddenly, as the theme of Chris Jericho storms the arena, the fans boo in turn. Jericho walks down with perhaps the most focused look on his face that he's ever had, as some fans break out a "You suck" chant which is surprisingly challenged by some fans starting a "Y2J" chant, although Jericho really doesn't care either way. He marches his way down the ramp, and as he reaches the bottom, he stares up at the chamber surrounding the ring, and it looks like you can see him gulp.

Justin Roberts: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Weighing in at 226 pounds. Chriiiiiiis Jerichoooooo!

Jericho enters the ring and looks around at the crowd, the same look on his face as before.

Tazz: Well, to give a little background here, Chris Jericho has been in five of these bad boys, tonight makes his sixth!

Booker T: That's certainly impressive dog, he certainly has what it takes ta' survive, the question is does he have what it takes to win? We're gonna find that out tonight!

Jericho looks at Justin Roberts from the top left pod, almost as if to remind him to do his job.

Justin Roberts: And the opponent...

I WALK ALONE!

Batista walks out onto the ramp, and slowly takes a breath before spinning with his arms held out, and punches the air before walking forward, and with a smirk, stopping, slaps the ground and performs his turret taunt as fireworks go off behind him. One more punch in the air and The Animal makes his way towards the ring.

Justin Roberts: From Washington, D.C. Weighing in at 290 pounds, he is the "Animal", Baaaaaatiiiiistaaaaaa!

Batista walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. He turns and looks at Jericho as he steps through the ropes and enters the top right pod.

Booker T: There he is dog, my boy Batistaaa! Jericho's chances might be in question, but I know Big Dave can get it done!

Tazz: Batista's not quite as familiar with this environment, as tonight will be only his third foray. So say what you will about Jericho, tonight puts him in twice as many of these as Dave.

Justin Roberts gets ready to introduce the next combatant.

Justin Roberts: And the opponent...

MY NAME IS FINLAY…AND I LOVE TO FIGHT!!!!

Finlay’s music hits and he walks down the ramp, shilleleagh in hand and CWF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, with Hornswoggle by his side to boos from the crowd. He slowly makes his way down the ramp as he heads up the steps into the ring.

Justin Roberts: From Belfast, Northern Ireland. Weighing in at 233 pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Hornswoggle, he is the reigning and defending CWF Woooorld Heavyweight Champion, Finlay!

Finlay and Hornswoggle move over to the turnbuckle and climbs it just staring at the crowd and then raises his CWF Heavyweight Championship and lets out a sly grin..

Booker T: Fit Finlay, the defendin' champion, dog. He's def'netly had an impressive reign so far but tonight might be the night it ends.

Tazz: That's somethin' I could see happenin' for sure, Book, but at the same time I could see Finlay keepin' it and carryin' on his reign, whether it's the second Chamber match in his career or not.

They hop down, Finlay stops and looks around at the big crowd, and continues to take it all in before walking over to the bottom left pod. He has a quick glance at Chris Jericho and Batista before entering it.

Justin Roberts: And the opponent...

Read The Words That Are Written In My Face ...
Why Believe Them? I Believe Them!

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Theme of Celtic Warrior and also called Irish Curse Sheamus hits the PA System of the arena. Sheamus comes out of backstage area and goes straight to the ring. On the ramp, while he's walking, he's hitting his chest as a sign of his great power. He stops in front of the ring and look at both sides of the arena.

Justin Roberts: From Dublin, Ireland. Weighing in at 267 pounds, he is the "Great White", Sheeeeaaaaamus!

The crowd cheers loudly, but Sheamus gives attendance just a sarcastic smile and continues his way to the ring over the steel steps to the apron, where he stands for a while and looks at the crowd again. Then over the second rope he enters the ring and starts to hit his chest again. The crowd cheers even more loudly as Sheamus makes his way to the bottom right pod and enters.

Booker T: Aww yeah, the former Hardcore Champyen makin' his way into this thing. If Big Dave don't get it done, I think Sheamus will!

Tazz: Well Sheamus in the same boat as Batista tonight as this is his third Elimination Chamber match.

The fans are anxious as only two men remain.

Justin Roberts: Introducing starter number one...

As soon as everyone is quiet, the familiar theme of Matt Hardy Version 1 hits the PA.


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The crowd starts to boo as Matt makes his way toward the ring where all of his Elimination Chamber opponents are waiting, minus Edge. He walks down the ramp as the camera flashes yet another Matt Fact. Tonight's Matt Fact is “Matt has seen all of the Friday the 13th movies”.

Justin Roberts: From Cameron, North Carolina. Weighing in at 235 pounds. Representing Team Mattitude, Matt Hardy Version 1!

He walks down the ramp all full of energy, much to the crowd's chagrin. He climbs into the ring with all of his opponents.

Tazz: Well whether he's at an advantage or a disadvantage is for you to decide folks, Matt Hardy is competing in his first ever Chamber match tonight.

Booker T: And it's gon' get violent real quick after what Matt Hardy did to Edge last week on WAR, 'specially since he's gotta start the match wit 'em, dog!

Justin Roberts gets ready to introduce the final participant.

Justin Roberts: And starter number two...

YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME!

The crowd goes absolutely crazy when the smoke rises up and they only know it could be one man. The Rated R Superstar comes out to his trademark theme song "Metalingus" as he walks through the smoke with a determined look on his face.

Edge looks around and walks in nodding his head. He has his signature coat on and looks down to the floor. He looks up and poses for the crowd with fireworks going off everywhere.

Justin Roberts: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 241 pounds, the "Rated R Superstar", EDGE!

Edge runs after that into the ring with a huge smirk on his face now. He gets up and hops on the top rope and looks into the crowd. The crowd is cheering loudly as Edge takes his coat off and hops down, ready for war.

Tazz: And rounding out the group is Edge, making his fifth appearance in this kind of match tonight. With him being the only one to ever win a Chamber match, is it possible to argue against him?

Booker T: Absolutely dog, cuz he lost three of 'em.

The ring bell sounds and the crowd erupts in excitement as it's time for the match to begin.

DING DING!

Matt and Edge lock up in a test of strength. Hardy gets the better of the exchange as he backs Edge into the ropes. Edge exerts more strength and takes a few steps away from the ropes, backing Matt towards the center of the ring. Currently at a stalemate, both men got frustrated as they both threw a knee towards their opponent's stomach. They did this simultaneously, each using their left, and their knees connected. The lock-up was broken as each man held their knee in pain. Edge delivered an uppercut to Hardy as Matt staggered a few steps backward, the Rated R Superstar charging and connecting with a lariat, both of them flying over the ropes in a complete flip and landing on the steel on the outside. Both men were up quickly as they locked up again, Hardy's hands around Edge's throat and Edge's hands around Hardy's as they pushed against one another.

Edge threw a knee into the groin of Hardy, breaking Matt's hold and bringing him to his knees. Edge looked into his eyes, continuing to choke him out, intensity in his expression. Hardy looked to be fading for a moment then closed his hands around the outside of Edge's wrists, applying pressure as he rose to his feet. Before Matt could turn the momentum around in his favor, Edge lifted him and slammed him into the wall of chain, letting go upon impact as Hardy fell a short distance towards the floor, Edge raising his knee before he did as Matt was hit in the mouth and went flying backward into the wall again, hitting the back of his head.

Tazz: Well I was wonderin' how long it'd be before the Chamber itself came into play.

Booker T: Edge has that boy Matt Hardy right where he wants him right now, dog.

As Hardy came off of the chain wall again and fell forward, Edge hooked his head and went for the a DDT, but Matt put his hands down and caught himself, so now Edge was the only one hurt by the move. Hardy got to his feet as Edge rolled and got to his. Edge took off running and went for a spear but Matt sidestepped and connected with a drop toe hold as Edge hit the chain head first. Hardy rolled him onto his back and stepped over him, squatting down and grabbing a fistful of Edge's hair with his left hand, pulling his head upward as he punched it repeatedly with his right hand. Edge shifted his arms forward, placing his hands on the abdomen of Matt as he turned and pushed Hardy off of him at an angle. Edge got up quickly and Matt was sitting there in a corner created by one of the pods and a lower part of the chain wall. Edge placed his foot on Hardy's throat and pushed, choking him out. In the pod was Chris Jericho, who was just watching. Matt struggled as he clutched Edge's foot with both hands and tried to push it away from his throat, but wasn't finding much success as the lack of oxygen was turning his face very red.

Tazz: Well the uh, Sensei of Mattitude finds himself in a very precarious position right now.

Booker T: His only hope might be the next guy to enter this match.

Hardy, losing strength, had just about given up on trying to push Edge's foot away. He tried an alternative way to break things up as he kicked away at the front of Edge's other leg. Edge removed his foot from Matt's throat and went to kick him but Hardy rolled out of the way. He pushed Edge forward into the side of the pod and threw an elbow into his back, the point of it connecting between Edge's shoulder blades. Matt was coughing in between dishing out the offense as he was regaining his breath. He grabbed Edge by the back of the neck and top of the back of the head as he began to beat his face into the pod repeatedly. After about five, Hardy pulled him away and turned him around, throwing a kick towards his stomach. Edge unexpectedly caught his leg and connected with a kick of his own, hooking Matt's arms behind his back when he hunched over. Edge was about to connect with a double-armed DDT when things went dark and the lights started flashing around the pods.

Tazz: Well it's time for some new blood to get injected into this thing.

The light stopped on the pod of Chris Jericho as the crowd booed. Jericho slid open the door of the pod and stepped out onto the hard steel. Edge let go of Hardy as Matt returned to a vertical base, both men looking across the chamber at Jericho. Chris stepped through the ropes into the ring as Edge and Hardy did the same thing. As soon as they entered, Edge grabbed Matt and threw him into Jericho, who connected with a standing dropkick, hit the mat, and was back to his feet in no time. Chris and Edge walked towards one another and Jericho slapped him in the mouth. Edge looked back at him seething and moved to strike when Hardy came off the ropes and took both men down with a double lariat. As all three men rose, Edge went on the attack, alternating between Matt on his left and Jericho on his right with punches. After this had went on for a moment, both men goozled Edge and took him down with a double chokeslam. After Edge made contact with the mat, Hardy kicked Jericho and pulled him towards him hooking his head. Chris pushed Matt off of him and he went into the ropes. Hardy came back and Jericho leapt over him as Matt went into the opposite ropes and came off as Chris leapt upward and connected with a Pele' Kick that brought Hardy down. Jericho got to his feet, looking down at Matt, then turned to face Edge, who lunged at him and took him off his feet with a Spear.

Hardy got up and ran into the ropes behind Edge, bringing him down with a double axe handle to the back of the head. Matt grabbed Edge and dragged him towards the ropes, lifting him to a half-vertical base and sticking his upper body over the second rope. Hardy applied a sleeper hold, pulling Edge to a full vertical base, wrenching back and using the ropes as leverage. Edge's feet had left the ground as he kicked at the air, but Matt kicked him in the back of the leg, setting him back on his feet, then rocked backwards quickly, throwing Edge through the air, rolling completely over Hardy's shoulder as Matt brought him down with a form of cutter. Hardy turned and pushed off of the mat to regain his footing when suddenly he was met with a soccerball kick to the lower jaw that made his head snap as he rocked backward to the mat. Jericho took a short jog and leapt into the air, connecting with a running shooting star press onto Matt. Chris popped up and did the same in the other direction, this time landing on Edge. Despite being a heel, this drew some cheers from the crowd.

Booker T: Well you can't deny that there are steel some Jerichoholics in Germany, dog!

Jericho got up, surveying the battlefield and enjoying the damage he'd done, but he wasn't satisfied. Suddenly Matt kicked him in the stomach while he wasn't looking and hooked his head. He threw Chris upward, placing his feet on the ropes and bringing him head first to the mat with an assisted Twist of Fate. Jericho rolled onto his back as Hardy began to deliver stomps to his chest. Edge leapt onto the top rope and launched himself at Chris, connecting with a springboard clothesline. Edge rolled to his feet and watched as Matt and Jericho both got to their feet. All three men had a stand-off with one another when the arena darkened and the lights began to flicker again.

Tazz: And then there was one more.

Booker T: I hope it's Finlay!

The light stops on the pod of Dave Batista, inciting boos from the crowd. Batista opens the door of the pod and steps out into the chamber, the door closing. Dave smiles smugly as he steps through the ropes into the ring. Edge, Hardy, and Jericho all rush him and take him to the mat. The crowd cheers as they have him on his back in the corner, stomping him all over. The numbers game didn't last long though as Edge swung at Matt, hitting him in the face. The two brawled out of the corner as Chris made the mistake of watching them for a moment. When he turned back to Dave, he was on the top rope. Batista leapt, connecting with a hurracanrana that sent Jericho over the rope to the outside. Dave went running after Matt and Edge, leaping into the air and going for a cross body but Hardy scouted it and cut him off with a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick. Both men crashed to the mat as Matt grabbed Batista as he popped up and connected with the Twist of Fate. Edge waited for the execution of the move and then took Hardy down with a shoulder tackle. Jericho stepped through the ropes, re-entering the ring and walking over to all the ruckus. Edge was stomping on Matt as Batista walked up behind him and applied a sleeper hold. Edge fought out of it quickly, prying Dave's hands apart, then turned to face him and grabbed him by both sides of the face, falling to his knees, connecting with a jawbreaker. Batista went staggering backward as Hardy charged him, diving at him with a lariat, sending both of them flying over the ropes. Both hit the floor hard as Batista rolled into the wall of chain.

Booker T: Batista still the freshest man in this contest. Four men in the match at the moment, no eliminations thus far as Finlay and Sheamus are still waiting to enter.

Tazz: Thanks for the recap.

In the ring, Edge attempted a big boot on Jericho but he sidestepped and connected with a knee lift. While Edge was dazed, Chris threw him with a strong irish whip, sending him over the top rope into Batista and Hardy. Jericho took to the opposite ropes, coming off of them to the other side of the ring, connecting with a slingshot crossbody as he and Edge went crashing into the chain and to the floor. Edge got to his feet and grabbed Chris by the throat, pulling him to his. He began to slam Jericho into the chain but Chris leapt up, hooking his head and turning, DDT'ing him into the nearby pod. Jericho turned and ate a discus clothesline from Batista. Matt grabbed his head and went for a bulldog, but in mid-air Dave pushed him off and Hardy's groin hit the ring post, the crowd gasping as he fell to his back, writhing in pain.

Tazz: Well his weekend's just been ruined.

With Matt and Edge out of commission for the moment, Jericho and Batista were left to duke it out amongst themselves. Dave threw a punch but Chris moved and stuck his hand through the chains, making sure it was trapped. Jericho elbowed him in the lower back several times, the point of his elbow connecting with each vertebrae of Batista's spine as he came to his knees. Hardy came limping over, holding his groin as Chris grabbed him and whipped him into the nearest ring post, Matt hitting face first and falling down again. Jericho ran over and kicked Edge as he was getting up, knocking him into the chain. He then brought the Rated R Superstar back to his feet and threw him as hard as he could into the pod, sending him crashing through the side of it as he stumbled and crashed through the other side.

Edge lie there amongst the shards of broken glass, bloodied and motionless. Chris grabbed a few shards of glass and placed them between his fingers as he balled his hand into a fist. He turned to walk towards Batista but as he did, Hardy brought him down with a big boot. Matt turned to where Dave was still stuck and grabbed him by the shoulders. He leapt up and brought him down with a Backstabber, his hand coming free in the process. Hardy went over to Jericho and grabbed him by the hair, pulling the seemingly out cold Y2J to a vertical base. Once there, Jericho revealed he was playing possum as he threw a punch with the hand concealing the glass as they exploded into Matt's face, him falling into the chain clutching his eyes as blood ran down his face in streams, almost like tears. Chris grabbed another shard as he went after Batista. Dave was getting up with his back to Jericho, not even knowing he was there. When he got up, Chris grabbed him, applying a Cobra Clutch with the shard of glass positioned so that it dug into the side of Batista's neck. Suddenly the chamber went dark and the lights began flickering once more.

Tazz: Third time's the charm.

Booker T: Who's it gon' be?

The light shone on the pod of Sheamus as the crowd erupted into cheers. Sheamus exited his pod and stood, looking around. He looked across the Chamber at what was going on as he leapt over the ropes into the ring. He turned to his left at Edge, lying in a bloodied mess, then turned back to the action in front of him as he walked forward and stepped through the ropes to the steel flooring. Hardy was to his feet, pulling glass from his face and eyes. Shawn looked at him and in the blink of an eye, BAM! He hit him with a Brogue Kick, watching him collapse. He walked over and tapped Jericho on the shoulder, who released the Cobra Clutch and turned around, BAM! Sheamus hit him with a Brogue Kick as well. The crowd was red hot as Sheamus grabbed Batista and pulled him to his feet, spinning him around. Just as he did though, Big Dave grabbed him and planted him with a spinebuster.

Batista stepped through the ropes into the ring, then stepped through the next set in front of him so that he was standing over Edge. Edge wasn't stirring as Batista grabbed the bloody Rated R Superstar and gradually brought him to a standing position. Edge was out on his feet as Batista grabbed him and hit him with a spinebuster as well. The crowd booed even heavier as Batista was laughing at what he did. He climbed into the ring, looking at the top turnbuckle, then at Edge, smiling with cruel intentions. He turned to the turnbuckle then looked at the pod behind it at Finlay and shook his head.

Tazz: What's he thinkin' about here?

Booker T: I dunno Tazz, but I think we're about ta' find out right here, right now!

Dave climbed on the turnbuckle then climbed onto Finlay's pod, turning and facing Edge. He stood up and with hardly a moment of hesitation, Batista went for a leg drop. Before he could connect, Edge rolled out of the way and Dave hit nothing but Chamber as he cried out and began rolling around in pain. Edge got up and grabbed Batista when he rolled toward him, pulling him up and hooking his arms behind his back as he connects with a double-arm DDT. Edge is breathing a little heavily as he begins to make his way over to where the others are, a limp in his step. Sheamus, who had been standing there waiting on either Jericho or Hardy to get up, looked over at him, beginning to walk over. Sheamus went for a Brogue Kick but Edge grabbed his leg and slammed it back of the knee first of one of the steel girders of the shattered pod they were walking through, then slammed it knee cap first into the opposite girder before throwing Sheamus off of his balance. Suddenly the Chamber went dark and the lights started flickering.

The light stops on Finlay's pod and the crowd boos as he opens the door and exits his pod. Edge looks at him as Finlay grabs Edge's wrist and whips him across the ring, sending him over the ropes to a side of the Chamber that hadn't been tread on yet, the one closest to the entrance ramp. Finlay lifted Edge up and charged forward, driving him spine first into the steel girder of the pod, then turned around and brought Edge crashing down with an insane spinebuster. Edge sat up, holding his back in pain. Finlay grabbed him by the shoulders and picked him up, delivering a series of knees into the solar plexus, alternating between left and right as he backed Edge into the next pod over. He bent Edge forward, hooking his head, and lifted him straight into the air, holding him there. This went on for about a minute, then Finlay suddenly fell backward, finishing the delayed vertical suplex, slamming Edge into the steel girder of the pod.

On the side where most everyone was, Sheamus and Matt and Jericho were all to their feet, watching what was being done to Edge. They stepped through the ropes into the ring, and Finlay saw this as an intention to gang up on him, so he stepped through the ropes as well. Edge began crawling along the floor army style as he grabbed the bottom rope with one hand, then the other as he arched his back, pulling himself up and grabbing the second rope with one hand, then the other. He did the same with the top rope as he got to his feet, leaning on them. He stepped through the ropes and made his way over to the others, them waiting for him. The all-out brawl was about to begin when Batista slid into the ring, clipping Finlay's knee and bringing him to the mat. He got up and speared Hardy. He popped up as Jericho took a swing at him, sidestepping and planting him with a spinebuster. Sheamus went after Dave as he popped up, but Batista speared him as well. Dave and Edge had a staredown then, Edge looking like he'd just about had it, his face bruised and cut up, his hair mangled, and his whole face covered with blood.

Tazz: Well you can't say Edge doesn't have heart.

Booker T: Yeah and Big Dave's lookin' like he's ready ta' rip that heart right out and have it as a snack.

Batista hit him with a spinebuster, then was taken to the mat suddenly. It was Finlay with the shillelaigh as he laughed and beat his chest cockily, shouting to them, "You think you're gonna be World Champion? It's my belt! MINE!" As he said that, Matt Hardy got up behind him and spun him around, kicking him in the stomach and connecting with the Twist of Fate! Matt hooked the leg as the referee counted.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin Roberts: The CWF World Heavyweight Champion has been e-liminated! Ladies and gentlemen, Monday Night War is now guaranteed a NEW Champion!

Finlay is helped up by the referee and skeptically exits the chamber, not looking pleased at all as Matt begins walking towards Edge and Sheamus, who are trading punches. Sheamus suddenly hits Edge with the Brogue Kick and watches him collapse to the mat. Sheamus turns his attention to Hardy and takes a swing at him but Matt steps out of the way, hooking his arm across Sheamus' chest, and connects with the Side Effect. Edge crawls desperately across the mat, reaching the feet of Matt. He grabs his pants legs and pulls himself to his knees. He uses Matt to climb to his feet and once he gets there, Hardy just stares at him. Edge throws a punch but Matt catches it and twists his arm around, holding it behind his back. Hardy held Edge at his mercy until Edge stepped on his foot and threw an elbow into his abdomen with his free arm. Matt backed off holding his abdomen as Edge turned around to follow up. Hardy kicked him in the abdomen, hooked his head and dropped him with a Twist of Fate!

Tazz: Where did that come from?

Booker T: I'll tell ya where it didn't come from dog, Parts Unknown.

Matt covered Edge to boos from the crowd, as others shouted along with the referee's count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin Roberts: The "Rated R Superstar" Edge has been e-liminated!

Edge is helped up and out of the match as Matt gets up and finds himself nose-to-nose with Batista. Batista slaps Hardy across the face and connects with an uppercut. He follows up with a kick to the abdomen and a knee lift, sending Matt staggering into the ropes. Hardy leaned into the ropes slightly before rocking forward and staggering towards Dave, who hooked him into powerbomb position and lifted him into the air. He powerbombed Matt into the turnbuckle then walked briskly across the ring, leaping up and knocking Sheamus and Jericho into the ropes with a standing dropkick. He grabbed Sheamus and brought him down with an overhead belly-to-back suplex, releasing him as Sheamus landed on the top of his head, rolling through onto his face. Dave got up but Chris applied a sleeper hold. Batista backed into the turnbuckle, sandwiching Jericho and breaking it. He stepped forward and turned around as Chris fell forward and caught him in powerbomb position, lifting him up. Instead of slamming him, he threw Jericho over the top rope into the chains as Chris went falling to the floor.

Hardy charged him but Batista wasn't about to let his roll stop as he connected with a lariat. Matt collapsed to the mat but Dave wasn't done as he pulled him up and hoisted him into the air, nearly breaking him in half with a spinebuster. Sheamus attacked Batista shortly after he connected with the move. Dave walked away as Sheamus threw punches into his back, eventually becoming annoyed as he turned and attempted a lariat. Sheamus leapt out of the way and went for a Brogue Kick, but Batista caught his leg and threw it down, kicking Sheamus and lifting him, spinning and connecting with an inverted DDT. As he got up from the mat, he turned around and Jericho hit him with a Codebreaker, then turned it into a form of Gogoplata as Batista struggled in the hold.

Tazz: What's this?

Booker T: Dat's an innovative move right 'dere!

The effects of the match were now catching up with Dave, especially the damage done to his face and head as he now found it compressed between Chris' knees, the back of it being pulled forward as his oxygen was cut off by the leg across the throat. Batista could be heard coughing as he began patting the side of Jericho's leg furiously with his hand. Chris broke the hold and got to his feet as the referee helped Batista to the exit of the Chamber.

Justin Roberts: "The Animal" Batista has been e-liminated!

Matt and Jericho looked at one another, then turned towards Sheamus. Sheamus looked ready to fight as he looked at both men, and decided to go after Hardy. Sheamus leapt at Matt, hitting him with a double axe handle cross body, popping up as Hardy wasn't far behind. Sheamus grabbed Matt and suplexed him to the mat with a snap suplex. Chris came up behind Sheamus and whipped him hard into the turnbuckle, Sheamus hitting it and flipping upside down into a sitting position on it. As he rolled back onto his feet and staggered backward, Jericho connected with a Russian leg sweep that caused a lot of pain to Sheamus' head. Chris stood on one side of Sheamus, Hardy on the other, as Sheamus suddenly kipped up. They went for a double clothesline but he delivered a Brogue Kick to where their arms were locked as they broke away and fell on opposite sides of Sheamus, lying on their sides on the mat holding their arms. Matt got up as Sheamus dove on him, tackling him through the ropes and beginning to deliver a series of mounted punches. He got up, grabbing Hardy by the hair, and spun him around, lifting him so that Matt lay with his back on Sheamus' shoulder.

Sheamus looked to crotch Hardy into the chains but when he did, Matt ran up the wall and came off them, connecting with a Whisper in the Wind on Jericho, who was joining them. Hardy shrugged and was actually laughing when Sheamus grabbed him and went for the same thing, this time succeeding. Matt cried out in pain as Sheamus tied him in a tree of woe using the chains. Sheamus grabbed Chris and threw him into the ring, then turned to face Matt again. Sheamus threw his leg, connecting with Matt's head with a Brogue Kick. Matt's head whipped into the chains as Sheamus did it again, the same thing happening. Sheamus hit him with another Brogue Kick, and another, then one more for good measure as Matt hung there, his arms hanging straight down as he seemed to have lost consciousness. Blood dripped from the back of his head as Sheamus went to the nearest turnbuckle.

Tazz: What could he have planned?

Booker T:I don't know if I want to know after what we just saw.

Sheamus leapt off of the turnbuckle, connecting with a double leg drop, his leg going across Matt's neck, the other under his head as he was pulled free and both men went crashing to the steel. Jericho reached over the ropes and grabbed Sheamus as soon as he hit the ground, suplexing him into the ring quickly. Sheamus got up as Chris stayed on him, connecting with a bulldog. Jericho grabbed Sheamus and bulldogged him again, through the ropes to the outside. He grabbed Sheamus' head and began rubbing his face against the steel, laughing and smiling sadistically. Sheamus threw an elbow into the side of Chris's ankle, Jericho holding it in pain as he backed off. Sheamus got up and drove him back first into the steel girder of the nearest pod, then irish whipped him hard into the opposite one, Chris stopping himself with his hands. Sheamus was right behind him through and connected with a Brogue Kick to the back, knocking Jericho through the pod!

Sheamus looked down at Chris, who was lying at his feet, as only one of the walls had been taken out. Hardy went running across the ring, leaping over the turnbuckle and went flying through the front of the pod, shattering the glass and knocking Jericho into the steel girder. Matt pulled him up by the neck, both his hands clutched around it, as he chokebombed Chris through the remaining wall. Shattered glass was everywhere as Jericho was bleeding down his face and the front of his neck as he sat up coughing, little fragments of glass all over. Sheamus suddenly kicked Matt in the stomach, placing his head between his legs.

Tazz: This doesn't bode well for Mr. Ha'dy.

Booker T: This type of environment hasn't boded well for anyone tonight, dog.

Sheamus connected with the High Cross, dropping Hardy onto steel and glass , the crowd gasping. He covered as the crowd cheered.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin Roberts: Matt Hardy has been e-liminated!

It was now down to two as Sheamus threw a kick at Jericho, but his foot was caught. He leapt forward and tucked and rolled as he threw back his other leg, hitting Sheamus in the shoulder and knocking him backward. Sheamus caught himself and stood, turning to face Chris. The two locked up in a test of strength, Sheamus throwing Jericho through the air to the right, Chris clearing the top rope and coming around as Sheamus turned with him. Jericho drove his knees downward once he cleared the top rope though, grabbing Sheamus' head and hitting him with a top rope jawbreaker. As Sheamus held his throat, Chris grabbed him and hip tossed him into the ring. Jericho followed Sheamus as he tried to crawl away, delivering stomps to his body. Sheamus got to the ropes and turned, Chris now dishing out punches. Sheamus threw his arm outward and upward, hitting Chris in the groin with his forearm. Jericho hunched over in pain as Sheamus went for the Brogue Kick, but Chris sidestepped and connected with the Codebreaker! Jericho covers.

Tazz: I think this one's over!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: Here is your winner and the NEW CWF World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Jericho!

 

[Chris Dresdon]

Jim Ross: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match will not be for the weak of heart.

Matt Striker: That's right, J.R. We've seen both of these men endure gruesome things over the past few months, but nothing like this!

The ring bell is sounded as Justin Roberts prepares to do the introductions.

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: The following contest is a Chamber of Horrors match and it is for the CWF Championship! This match will be contested inside a steel cage with an electric chair and the only way to win will be to put your opponent in the chair and pull the switch, thereby electrocuting them. Introducing first...

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"Highway to the Danger Zone" by Versus The Ocean begins playing as the crowd erupts into boos. Soon after this, the "Instant Classic" himself makes his way onto the stage.

Justin Roberts: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 227 pounds, Christian!

As he looks out at the crowd, Christian makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring, preparing for the match ahead.

Jim Ross: Well Matt, we've seen Christian come closer than arguably any other superstar in the company to winning that Championship. Will tonight be the night he goes one step closer and captures it?

Matt Striker: If it were a normal match, I'd say his chances are good. If it were another steel cage match, I'd say almost a definitive yes. But this looks like Kevin Thorn's playground. If I were Christian, I'd want to get out alive more than I'd want to win the belt!

As the commentators finish giving their thoughts, Justin Roberts gets ready to finish the introductions.

Justin Roberts: And the opponent...

The lights suddenly go down inside the arena and the familiar whisperings of The Coven's theme begin to be heard throughout the arena.

YO, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?, STEPPING INTO THE REALM
OF THE DEADLY
SINISTER
VAMPIRE WARRIOR!

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'Fangin' n' Bangin' hits the PA system and the crowd begin to stir, in fear and in hatred they boo the immediate entrance of The Coven. A fiery circle forms on the stage, and from the fire emerge Kevin Thorn, Ariel by his side and his minions trailing behind him. They walk out from the fire in that order as the crowd begin to rain down with boo's.

Justin Roberts: From Parts Unknown. Weighing in at 270 pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by The Coven, he is the reigning and defending CWF Champion. The "Master of Macabre", Kevin Thorn!

The blood thirsty cult make their ways down the ramp as a unit as the crowd continue to boo. Thorn has not take his eyes off of Lesnar and Christian since he emerged from the fiery pit. Ariel takes the lead and walks round to the side of the ring, she then props herself up and then gets herself into her signature bat pose as Kevin Thorn locks lips with her. Ariel then swings down and sits on the middle rope and allows Thorn to enter.

Jim Ross: Kevin Thorn looking right at home in that Chamber, Matt, I too am worried for Christian.

Matt Striker: You never know though, Jim, he could pull an upset.

The Coven exit the Chamber and remain ringside as the ring bell is sounded again.

DING DING!

The two men circle each other at the start as Thorn lunges at Christian looking for a tie up. Christian dodges and hits Kevin in the back of the leg with kick, Thorn stumbling as Christian hits him once more with a kick to the back of the leg as Kevin drops to a knee. Christian sizes up Thorn and nails him with a hard roundhouse kick to the head. Kevin gets up as he and Christian move towards the middle and this time lock up. Kevin uses his strength to push Christian to the ropes, before before Christian whips Thorn to the far ropes. Kevin bounces off and avoids a big clothesline from Christian. Kevin turns around as Christian jumps and bounces off of the second rope looking for a cross body, but Thorn catches him mid-air and lifts him onto his shoulder as he backs up to his corner. Kevin runs to the middle of the ring, throwing Christian down with a spinning side powerslam. Christian writhes in pain as Thorn wastes no time picking Christian back up as he lifts him high in the air and throws him over the top rope into the side of the cage.

Christian gets up relatively quickly as he re-enters the ring where Thorn is waiting. Kevin picks him up and whips him into the far ropes where Christian bounces off and Thorn lifts him high over his head and flips him, successfully executing a back body drop. As Christian gets up holding his back in pain, Kevin charges at him with a big boot attempt, but Christian catches it before leaping in the air and hitting Thorn in the back of the head with an enziguiri. Kevin is sent into the ropes as a result then uses it to his advantage, turning around and launching himself in his opponent's direction. Christian goes for a clothesline but misses as Thorn slips behind him and applies a sleeper hold. This doesn't last long as Christian grabs his arms and pulls them apart, breaking the hold as he twists one of the arms, connecting with a flowing snap DDT. Christian rolls him over and hooks the leg.

Jim Ross: Well he can keep the leg hooked all day, folks, the match can only be won by putting your opponent in that electric chair and flipping the lever.

Christian looks at the ref as he gets up and walks to the legs of Thorn. Christian puts his right leg in between his opponent's as he goes for a Sharpshooter but Kevin realizes this and at the last second takes his left leg and pushes Christian off of him, causing the Instant Classic to bounce to the far ropes. Kevin gets up and charges at Christian, but Christian low bridges the ropes and Thorn falls to the outside of the ring, hitting the side of the cage head first. Much like Christian, Kevin shook it off relatively quickly as he re-entered the ring. Christian picks Thorn up and whips him to the far ropes, placing Kevin on his back shoulder and connecting with a Samoan Drop when he bounces off. Christian measures Thorn as the Master of Macabre gets to his feet slowly. Christian kicks him in the solar plexus, grabbing Kevin's wrists and turning, connecting with the Killswitch! Kevin places his hands on the mat and pushes himself to his feet, looking at his opponent intensely.

Thorn begins hitting him with left and right jabs, backing him into the corner as Christian slowly slid to a sitting position as the attack continued. Kevin stops after a moment and picks up Christian, but Christian gives him a thumb to the eye. Thorn backs up as Christian follows him, picking him up and dropping him with a scoop slam. Christian poses arrogantly as Kevin gets up and charges at Christian, grabbing his head and driving his face into the mat with a bulldog. Thorn rolls Christian onto his back and goozles him, lifting him from the mat and grabbing him quickly, driving him down with a spinebuster. Christian gets up holding his back in pain as Thorn kicks him in the stomach, looking for the cross powerbomb but when he goes to place Christian's head between his legs, the Instant Classic punches him in the groin.

Matt Striker: Ouch! That's easily the greatest horror of all.

Christian, ready to end things, slips behind Kevin and locks their arms together, spinning and connecting with the Killswitch! He then drags him over to the electric chair and straps him in, walking over and flipping the lever.

Jim Ross: By gawd! He's being electrocuted! Ring the damn bell!

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: Here is your winner and the NEW CWF Champion, the "Instant Classic" Christian!

After the match, Christian was laughing as Thorn suffered in the chair. The crowd gasped as the "Instant Classic" had no intention of flipping the lever back up and turning off the chair. Suddenly the lights in the arena go out.

Jim Ross: What's this?

Matt Striker: Maybe the power's out from all the electricity being used!

The lights came back on and the crowd cheered with surprise as Kane was seen sitting in the chair, the restraints and helmet destroyed. Christian ran at Kane with his belt in hand, but the Big Red Monster saw it coming as he got up from the chair and leveled him with a Big Boot. Kane grabbed his briefcase from the chair and threw it at the cage, signaling to the ringside official that he was cashing in. The crowd cheered as Kane picked up the electric chair, holding it above his head. Christian was pushing himself to his feet, his back turned to Kane, and once he was to his feet, Kane brought the chair down on top of him, breaking it into wood splinters and dust as Christian fell on his face, now bleeding from the head. Kane rolled him over and covered him as the referee counted.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: Here is your winner and the NEW CWF Champion, Kaaaaaaaaane!

Jim Ross: Well this is certainly unexpected folks, a very exciting turn of events.

Matt Striker: My only regret is you know Christian's going to have something to say about this Thursday night.​

 

[Chris Dresdon]

Matt Striker: Well now is the match that I've been intensely looking forward to!

Jim Ross: It's certainly going to be a spectacle, as we hold the very first Tag Team Elimination Chamber!

The ring bell sounds as Justin Roberts gets ready to make the introductions.

Justin Roberts: The following contest is a Tag Team Elimination Chamber match! The match will continue until all but one team has been eliminated, and that team will become the number one contenders to the CWF Tag Team Championships! Introducing first...

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The theme music of the new team of Zack Ryder and Robbie E begins to play as the crowd cheers. Ryder and E make their way onto the stage and Robbie fist pumps as Zack Ryder throws up the 'L' and 'I' with his hands.

Justin Roberts: From Seaside Heights, New Jersey and Long Island, New York respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of 438 pounds. The team of "Long Island Iced Z" Zack Ryder and Robbie E!

Robbie and Zack make their way down the ramp and enter the chamber, making their way to the top left pod and entering it, the pods a bit wider than usual so that two people can occupy them.

Matt Striker: Well J.R., it's time to see if the Woo Woo Kid and The Platinum Poppa can get it done as a tag team.

Jim Ross: They certainly look the part, Matt, I'm looking forward to seeing if they can play the part too.

Justin Roberts continues the introductions.

Justin Roberts: And the opponents...

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‘Rowdy’ Roddy Pipers theme song plays over the arena when the ‘Hot Rod’ takes to the stage along with Mr T. The boos rain down on them as they both walk down the entrance ramp with Piper shouting stuff at the crowd.

Justin Roberts: From Glasgow, Scotland and Chicago, Illinois respectively. They are the team of "Rowdy" Roddy Piper and Mr. T!

Roddy and T get to the ring and they climb the steps and step through the ropes entering it.

Jim Ross: History being made again here tonight, folks, as the new team of Mr. T and Roddy Piper reunite for a chance at the CWF Tag Team Champions.

Matt Striker: I'm certainly interested in seeing Mr. T wrestle.

As Piper and Mr. T occupy the bottom right pod, Justin Roberts continues the introductions.

Justin Roberts: And the opponents...

The fans are quiet as they are waiting for what's coming next, when suddenly …

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The People's Champ along with Santino Marella comes out of backstage. The Rock with his stone face and Santino doing the classic "trumpet pose“. The fans are crazy and after a while Rock along with Santino goes towards the ring.

Justin Roberts: From Calabria, Italy and Miami, Florida respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of 493 pounds. The team of the "People's Champion" The Rock and Santino Marella!

The Rock climbs up on the turnbuckle and raises his arm high, while Santino enters the ring and makes some funny stretching.

Jim Ross: Well speaking of interesting teams, look at this one.

Matt Striker: So far, Rockarella has been surprisingly impressive but this environment will be the ultimate test.

The Rock steps down as he and Santino occupy the bottom left pod. Justin Roberts continues the introductions.

Justin Roberts: And the opponents...


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The crowd boos as Shannon Moore and his new tag team partner in Mattitude Jeff Hardy emerge from the back.

Justin Roberts: From Cameron, North Carolina. Weighing in at a combined weight of 390 pounds. The team of the "Charismatic Enigma" Jeff Hardy and the "Prince of Punk" Shannon Moore, Team Mattitude!

Jeff and Shannon make their way down the ramp and enter the Chamber, occupying the remaining pod in the top right.

Jim Ross: These two men certainly bring an interesting dynamic to this match as they were the closest to winning the Tag Team Championships before R.E.M.E.D.Y. won the match.

Matt Striker: And although it's now Jeff in Matt's place, there's no doubt Team Mattitude is just as hungry for redemption.

Justin Roberts continues the introductions.

Justin Roberts: Introducing the first starting team...

YO, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?
STEPPING INTO THE REALM,
OF THE DEADLY
SINISTER
VAMPIRE WARRIOR

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The crowd begin to boo as the lights go to a dark red hue. Smoke emits from the stage and a fiery circle forms on said stage. From the circle emerge The Coven without their leader Kevin Thorn. Ariel leads the charge leading down the two evil henchmen of The Coven.

Justin Roberts: From The Other Side of Darkness and The Depths of Hell respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of 495 pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Ariel. The team of Judas Mesias and Gangrel, The Coven!

Ariel walks round and gets up onto the ring apron, she does her bat pose as Gangrel walks up the ring steps, goblet in hand. He takes a drink from the goblet before spitting it up into the air so it lands down on the crowd and all over himself. Judas Mesias simply slides into the ring and spits blood from his mouth as he sits himself in the corner.

Jim Ross: These two looking more at home than anyone else in this match.

Matt Striker: They're just like their leader, Jim, the more they can harm someone the happier they are.

Justin Roberts prepares for the final introduction.

Justin Roberts: And the second starting team...

"BEER.. MONEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

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The former tag champs emerge from the back, Storm on his beer cooler and Roode walking as the crowd goes wild and totally apeshit for them! They high five the fans on their way down the entrance ramp as they make their way to the ring.

Justin Roberts: From Leiper's Fork, Tennessee and Toronto, Ontario, Canada respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of 470 pounds. They are the former CWF Tag Team Champions. Bobby Roode, James Storm, they are Beer Moneeeeeeey!

Roode and Storm make their way up the steel steps and enter the ring, James handing off his t-shirt, cowboy hat, and sunglasses to the ringside official before the match begins.

Jim Ross: Beer Money arguably with the most to gain from winning this one, given their history with R.E.M.E.D.Y., especially as of late.

Matt Striker: Well they've got a long way to go, that's for sure. I can't wait for this!

The ring bell is sounded as the match begins.

DING DING!

Before the action can officially begin between the two teams, suddenly the door to the Chamber opens. Two men enter through the door and are officially inside the structure. Jesse Ventura is seen working the door as the identity of the two entering is now known. R-Truth was holding a steel pipe and Eddie was holding a steel chain as the two of them entered the ring. Truth hit Judas Mesias in the top of the head with the pipe, busting him open and sending him to the mat. James Storm went for the Last Call on Eddie but he moved and Gangrel was hit with the move instead. Eddie threw the chain around Roode's neck as he pulled back and began to choke him as Truth clubbed Robert several times with the pipe until he was busted open, then Eddie threw him to the mat. Eddie alternated between whipping the four men with the chain as Truth stepped through the ropes and walked up to the pod of the Broskis. Truth smashed the glass with the pipe and then took another quick swing, hitting Robbie E in the forehead and busting him open. Ryder threw a punch at Truth but he sidestepped it and turned, connecting with the Paydirt through the other pane of glass in the pod.

Truth got up, brushing the shards off himself as he grabbed the pipe and went to the pod of Team Mattitude. Truth did the same as before, smashing the side open and hitting Shannon Moore in the forehead. Truth lowblowed Jeff with one end of the pipe as he grabbed Shannon and hit the Paydirt into Jeff as all three of them went through the other pane of the pod! While this was going on, Eddie had smashed through the pod of Rockarella as he was choking out The Rock. Rock passed out and Eddie let up as he grabbed Santino and hurled him from the pod, dragging him towards the pod of T-Pipe. Eddie suplexed Santino through the pod and got up as he and Truth left the Chamber. Piper and Mr. T, though not officially in the match yet, exited their pod and took advantage of the fact they were the only one's standing. Mr. T pinned Santino as Roddy walked towards the pod of Rockarella and pinned The Rock.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin Roberts: Rockarella has been e-liminated!

Roddy Piper entered the ring and covered Robert Roode of Beer Money as Mr. T covered James Storm.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin Roberts: Beer Money has been e-liminated!

Piper then pinned Judas Mesias while Mr. T pinned Gangrel.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin Roberts: The Coven has been e-liminated!

They exit the ring and Piper pins Jeff while Mr. T pins Shannon.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin Roberts: Team Mattitude has been e-liminated!

Lastly, Piper pinned Ryder while Mr. T pinned Robbie E.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: Broskis have been e-liminated! Here are your winners and the number one contenders to the CWF Tag Team Championships, the team of "Rowdy" Roddy Piper and Mr. T!


OOC: I'm done with writing good matches for threads that have little to no TT'ing, so that's why this was a squash.​

 

[Chris Dresdon]

Jim Ross: It's now time for our triple threat of the evening.

Matt Striker: Brock Lesnar putting his Intercontinental Championship on the line against two men here tonight, the dominant "Big Red Machine" Kane and Alex Riley.

The ring bell is heard as Justin Roberts prepares to make the introductions.

Justin Roberts: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first...

SAY IT TO MY FACE!

The CWF Universe burst into cheers as Alex Riley makes his way out from the back. Riley emerges with a smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp and soaks in the positive atmosphere. Riley looks around at the crowd for a moment before deciding to walk down the ramp and towards the ring.

Justin Roberts: From Washington, D.C. Weighing in at 245 pounds, Alex Riiiiiiiiiley!

Riley high-fives some fans as he rounds the corner and walks up the steel steps. He stands on the ring apron with the smile still on his face, before entering the ring. Riley walks over to the turnbuckle, climbs up it and raises his arm in the air.

Jim Ross: The fans certainly very much behind this young man.

Matt Striker: I'm glad that he's so excited, but his happy demeanor may put him at a disadvantage against two men as intense as Kane and Brock Lesnar.

The CWF Universe cheers for Alex Riley as he gets off of the turnbuckle and stands there, prepared for his match.

Justin Roberts: And the opponent...



The lights in the arena have gone dark as the haunting theme of “Traumaâ€￾ fills the arena and the fans boo immediately knowing who is associated with the theme.

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A spotlight shines down as Brock is making his way down towards the ring.



Justin Roberts: From Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 280 pounds. He is the Intercontinental Champion and the "Next Big Thing", Brock Lesnar!

Brock ignores the jeers and boos from the sellout crowd as he enters the ring

Matt Striker: Well despite coming up short recently, Brock looks like it'll be impossible for his opponents to beat him.

Jim Ross: Brock is a man that gets more intense every time I see him.

Things return to Justin Roberts again.

Justin Roberts: And the opponent...

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The fans in the arena are excited as "Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven begins to play, cheering the nearing arrival of Kane and the fond sound of his former theme. Without any hesitation, the Big Red Machine makes his way from the back, where the fans are met with surprise on another matter.

The roof nearly came off of the place as they were witnessing the return of the true Monster. Kane walks up the steel steps, steps onto the apron and walks along it, then steps through the ropes and makes his way to the center of the ring.

Justin Roberts: From Parts Unknown. Weighing in at 323 pounds, he is the "Big Red Monster", Kaaaaane!

Kane raises his arms at his side into the air and drops them, sending fire shooting from all four turnbuckles simultaneously.

Matt Striker: I'm not sure who Kane wants to get his hands on more, the champion or the man that attacked him several weeks ago.

Jim Ross: I couldn't even venture a guess, Matt. I mean sure they faced off at the Supershow but I don't think that's enough as personal as the feud with these two has been.

The ring bell sounds as the match begins.

DING DING!

 

[Chris Dresdon]

Matt Striker: Certainly a lot at stake in our next match.

Jim Ross: The Tag Team Championships for R.E.M.E.D.Y. and an illustrious career for the New Age Outlaws.

The ring bell sounds as Justin Roberts gets ready to make the introductions.

Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the CWF Tag Team Championships! Introducing first...

After what they would say was a rather disappointing night at Invasion, the path back to trying to claim the tag team championships starts right here, as their infamous music starts playing over the P.A, as the whole arena rise from their chairs and cheer the veteran team on their way to the ring.

Road Dogg: Oh! You didn't know?! Your ass better CALL SOMEBODYYYYYYYYY!

The crowd copy him as he walks out, with Billy Gunn onto the stage, James with a microphone in hand. He continues to welcome the crowd as he approaches the ring.

Road Dogg: Las Vegas Nevadaa!!!! You are here with the New Age Outlaws!

The Outlaws make their way into the ring and keep saluting the fans until their music gets cut. Road Dogg lifts the mic to his lips, and the whole crowd say in unison with him....

Road Dogg: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, D-Generation-X proudly presents to you the the best ever Tag Team of the Wooooooorld. The Road Dogg Jesse James, the Bad Ass Billy Gunn, the New Age Outlaws!

Road Dogg then passes the mic to Billy Gunn.

Billy Gunn: And if your not down with that then we got two words for you... SUCK IIIIIT!

The crowd cheers for the New Age Outlaws, showing them much adoration.

Jim Ross: Well, it's do or die tonight for the New Age Outlaws.

Matt Striker: It would certainly be a shame to see the legend of these men come to an end, but against a force like R.E.M.E.D.Y. with all they've done lately, I don't like their chances.

Justin Roberts steps in to introduce the other team competing in the match.

Justin Roberts: And the opponents...

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"Coma White" by Marilyn Manson comes blasting over the PA system, pulsating through the arena as the fans begin to boo. As they all rise to their feet, the members of R.E.M.E.D.Y. make their way onto the stage. If one were viewing this on a television screen, R-Truth would be on their right and Eddie Guerrero would be on their left, with Jesse Ventura walking behind both of them.

Justin Roberts: From El Paso, Texas and Charlotte, North Carolina respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of 453 pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by former Governor of Minnesota Jesse "The Body" Ventura. They are the reigning CWF Tag Team Champions, the team of Eddie Guerrero and R-Truth, R.E.M.E.D.Y.!

The members of R.E.M.E.D.Y. reach the end of the ramp and walk up the steel steps, entering the ring through the ropes. Jesse Ventura remains at ringside with the tag team championships over his shoulders as Eddie and Truth get ready for their match.

Matt Striker: Well J.R., it's the moment of truth.

Jim Ross: Couldn't have said it better myself, Matt.

The ring bell sounds again and the match gets underway.

DING DING!

The match begins as as Eddie tells Truth he is starting as the Outlaws go over strategy, as they decide Billy should start. Billy and Eddie walk towards each other in the middle of the ring as they size each other up. The two lock up in a test of strength as Eddie lifts Billy clean off of the ground, holding him there for a moment before he tosses Billy down to the mat as Gunn lands on his stomach. Eddie then walks over to Billy, stepping onto his back and remaining there for a moment before stepping off.

Eddie laughs as Billy holds his back in pain. Guerrero bends down and picks Billy up, shoving him into a corner. Eddie grabs Billy's throat, hitting him across the chest with a chop. Billy has a look of pain on his face as Eddie nails him with another. The crowd "oohs" as Billy stumbles out of the corner, Eddie lifting him and executing a back body drop. Eddie lets Sting stumble out of the corner, before he lifts Sting with a back body drop. Eddie picks Billy up and whips him into the ropes, Gunn using the momentum to launch himself at Eddie, connecting with a shoulder block. Eddie staggers backwards a bat as Billy runs to the ropes again, connecting with another shoulder block. Eddie hasn't left his feet as Billy goes to the well again but it proves to be one too many times as Eddie knocks him down with an impactful clothesline.

Eddie makes his way to his corner and tags in R-Truth. Truth enters the ring and quickly goes to work on Gunn, hitting him in the back with clubbing blows. Billy gets to his feet despite them as he blocks a left hand attempt and counters by nailing Truth with a headbutt. Truth staggers back as Gunn drops him with a big boot. Truth is down on the mat as Billy leaps in the air and connects with a leg drop across Truth's chest and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Truth kicks out!

Billy pounds the mat in frustration as he gets up and makes his way to his corner, where he tags in Road Dogg. Dogg runs into the ring as Truth is still down on the mat. Dogg picks up Truth and out of nowhere Truth connects with the Paydirt! The crowd gasps as Truth covers him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING!

Justin Roberts: Here are your winners and STILL the CWF Tag Team Champions, R.E.M.E.D.Y.!​

 

[Andrew]

I really hope everything ends up being in staff.

Going to do my matches later tonight.