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ven 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...
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 allÃ, mi jefe Alberto del RÃo 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 aquà 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. Asà 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 aquÃ. 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...
Wednesday 20th October, 2011
Live From,
O2 World, Berlin, Germany
[video=youtube;97S66xee0U8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97S66xee0U8[/video]
Breaking Benjamin 'Give me a sign' blasts out from the O2 World Arena, the pyrotechnics explode from the entrance stage.
We are then joined at commentary as we see Striker with Booker T.
Matt Striker: What a huge night we've got in store, it just couldn't get any better. We're just three days away from Elimination Chamber. We just heard from Alberto Del Rio in the ring... I'm not too sure what to expect for him this Sunday when he takes on Rey Mysterio.
Booker T: Man, dis gon' be amazin' I tellin' ya Matt. I'm lookin' forward to Sunday. CWF just keeps on deliverin' da best!
Matt Striker: That they do, we've got a lot of matches tonight. With Alberto Del Rio facing Sheamus, Riley against Batista, T-Pipe against New Age Outlaws, HHH & Cena against Remedy.
Booker T: I don' think HHH and Cena gon' be able to work together dawg. Dey be fightin' for dat Hardcore Championship! But don't y'all forget, Edge and Matt Hardy gon' do battle and so is Christian and the returnin' CM Punk!
Matt Striker: Looking forward to CM Punk's return, should be a real beauty. Lesnar vs. Kane and Finlay vs. Thorn also tonight, let's get underway!
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
Booker T: Damn dawg! I ain't likin' Mattitude right now, dey could be wreckin' havoc 'ere!
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After the package video is played, we come back to the ring as The Miz is standing in the ring.
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 allÃ, mi jefe Alberto del RÃo 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 aquà 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. Asà 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 aquÃ. 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...
Wednesday 20th October, 2011
Live From,
O2 World, Berlin, Germany
[video=youtube;97S66xee0U8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97S66xee0U8[/video]
Breaking Benjamin 'Give me a sign' blasts out from the O2 World Arena, the pyrotechnics explode from the entrance stage.
We are then joined at commentary as we see Striker with Booker T.
Matt Striker: What a huge night we've got in store, it just couldn't get any better. We're just three days away from Elimination Chamber. We just heard from Alberto Del Rio in the ring... I'm not too sure what to expect for him this Sunday when he takes on Rey Mysterio.
Booker T: Man, dis gon' be amazin' I tellin' ya Matt. I'm lookin' forward to Sunday. CWF just keeps on deliverin' da best!
Matt Striker: That they do, we've got a lot of matches tonight. With Alberto Del Rio facing Sheamus, Riley against Batista, T-Pipe against New Age Outlaws, HHH & Cena against Remedy.
Booker T: I don' think HHH and Cena gon' be able to work together dawg. Dey be fightin' for dat Hardcore Championship! But don't y'all forget, Edge and Matt Hardy gon' do battle and so is Christian and the returnin' CM Punk!
Matt Striker: Looking forward to CM Punk's return, should be a real beauty. Lesnar vs. Kane and Finlay vs. Thorn also tonight, let's get underway!
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
Booker T: Damn dawg! I ain't likin' Mattitude right now, dey could be wreckin' havoc 'ere!
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.
[video=youtube;ZZBrSQzMk1Q]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZBrSQzMk1Q[/video]
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, what's this?!
Del Rio shoves Hart as he leaves the ring with Ricardo. We go to commercial
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Jericho Package Video
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.
[video=youtube;ZZBrSQzMk1Q]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZBrSQzMk1Q[/video]
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...
[video=youtube;xLrkKW1jcRk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLrkKW1jcRk[/video]
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, what's this?!
As from a nowhere, well known theme hit the PA system of the arena again...
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Theme of Alberto del Rio hit the PA system and fans get of their seats and they wait for Alberto's car, but Alberto comes out in his wrestling attire right on the stage and just instantly walk down to the ring, but then he little bit walked back and makes his usual taunt and pyro behind him begin to fall down...
After Alberto did his taunt camera focus on Ricardo that grab a microphone and introduce Del Rio...
Ricardo Rodriguez: Señoras y señores,
Ponte de pie!
Y me ayude a introducir ese gran hombre!
Él es un hombre de gran inteligencia
Y nunca deja una gran oportunidad de ir a los residuos
A diferencia de que los campesinos
Él es la esencia de la excelencia
Él es Alberto del RRRRRRRrrrriiiiiioOOOOoO!
After Ricardo introduced Del Rio, Alberto stands before ring and with arrogant smile look at crowd and begin to talk...
Alberto Del Rio: Tonight. What a action we saw! Let's make a little review of CWF's Supershow... Let's start with main idea of the show.. What was so special on this show? Why CWF management call it Super? I'll tell you... You know, even in fact I hate to say this, Mr. Vincent Kennedy McMahon is brilliant businessman. It doesn't change the fact, that he is most idiotic owner of any wrestling company in the world, but I can take it. You wanna know what's so special on Mr. McMahon? It's all these shows. It's everything that he produces and why? Because he's on the same level of intellect as you all little peasants. He knows how are you thinking. He knows how to make money out of you. He name absolutely normal show, put few baddest athletes into that ring and they wrestle absolutely bad matches and when he has somebody like me, true athlete, that can wrestle a five stars match, he gives me opponent like Sheamus, that I would beat with one hand behind my back and with my eyes covered. But back to the show. So, he made a show, where there's nothing special on it, but he called it Supershow. And you lazy idiots pay for one stupid ticket twice big prize and you see absolutely average show, where nothing special really happen and you peasants are crazy of it... How typical for Americans... But you are not Americans. And what it means? It means, that Bieber Fever is in Europe as well. Nah, sorry, my mistake I meant, McMahon Fever is now in Europe as well. What's McMahon fever? It's fever, that is like a plague. Plague that is going around the world and kill anyone he points to. Just look at Drew, he caught that plague called McMahon and he got fired. He died. Where he is now? I know it, but it doesn't matter, because reason why we are wrestlers, because we need you peasants to listen to us. And how can Drew buy him new clothes and makes his family happy, when he doesn't get payed as much as he deserves, because of McMahon... And Vince, you didn't showed up earlier and I told u, that u gonna come out here tonight, or I'll make your live a living hell, so now, it's your chance...
Alberto roll into the ring and fans in arena get little bit crazy to see what gonna happen next and Alberto stays in the middle of the ring and looks at the stage and waits, but no one comes out, so Alberto again talk..
Alberto Del Rio: Where are you Vince when somebody really need you huh? If you will not come out, come on at least you Bret Hart and show up up there on the stage with you cool jacket..... Common! Let me ask you something? Why when Christian comes out and doesn't even call you out, you Bret comes out like a hero and read a letter of some CM Punk, that is just copying me what I'm doing, but when no one looks, you kiss ass of Bret and Vince and you gonna get another undeserved title shot sooner or later.. Why these people cheer you is only because they can't see things inside, but they see things just from outside. But you are irrelevant now Punk, well you are irrelevant every time, but it doesn’t truly matter now. What does matter is, that I still don't hear either cool them of Bret “ The Pensioner †Hart or Vincent Kennedy McDonald. Where are you guys? I really want you to see me! Come on!
Alberto again stay and wait for like a minute, but after a minute of nothing happening, Alberto gets angry and he pick a microphone...
Alberto Del Rio: So you will not come to see me? Well wait back there, I'm coming to see you...
Alberto drops the microphone and get to ropes as...
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Bret Hart makes his way down the ramp as he enters the ring. He grabs the microphone and begin to talk...
Bret Hart: So finally, after few weeks of complaining like a little girl, you have me here. So Alberto, what you want huh?
Alberto del Rio: You are asking me what I want? After everything I was trying to say here, you ask me what I want. Now, you are just proving to these people here, why you should not be in the management of this company. But to answer your question... So what I want.. At first, I want yours and as well Jim Cornette's official resignations from posts of General Managers, I want your official public excuse to me, live on Elimination Chamber, I want you to truly explain to the world, as well with your little friends The Heartbreak kid Shawn Michaels and Vincent Kennedy McMahon how it truly was with that Montreal Screwjob.
Bret Hart: You ended?
Alberto Del Rio: Bret, Bret, Bret. I'm just getting started. Next what I want is hiring back my former tag team partner Drew McIntyre and I want you, to do publicly what are you doing in backstage...
Bret Hart: What do you mean huh?
Alberto Del Rio: Don't act like an idiot Bret. Everybody know why are you in position where you are. Just do it publicly. Just come out here and invite Vince here as well and kiss his ass publicly. That would be true supershow wouldn't it? That would be epic! That would break YouTube like a thunder from nowhere. So Bret, that is just like an half of my stipulations to you, so what you gonna do with it now?
Bret Hart: What I gonna do? You are talking to me like to your friend or what. You can talk like that with Ricardo there and not with me. I'm your boss dammit! You gonna listen to me right now. You can take all your stipulations and stick it into your ass, because if you don't know, you should get preparing for Sunday’s match against no one than Rey Mysterio! And now listen Alberto. Reason why I'm here, is because of your actions against Rey Mysterio. You are not making a stipulations of matches. No TLC match to happen Alberto.
Alberto Del Rio: Mr. Rio for you Bret...
Bret Hart: Shut up. You either give Mysterio's son back to Rey, or I gonna fire you on the spot. And now, you better focus on training. By the way Ricardo, you're fired...
Bret Hart drops the microphone and leaves the ring and his theme hits the PA system and Ricardo and Alberto looks shocked and as Bret is leaving, Alberto step to ropes and grab microphone...
Alberto Del Rio: That is what are you doing with all of people around here? Well Bret, you will pay for this. And trust me, you gonna pay more than you can even imagine. I gonna destroy everything you has. See you soon Bret...
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Theme of Alberto del Rio hit the PA system and fans get of their seats and they wait for Alberto's car, but Alberto comes out in his wrestling attire right on the stage and just instantly walk down to the ring, but then he little bit walked back and makes his usual taunt and pyro behind him begin to fall down...
After Alberto did his taunt camera focus on Ricardo that grab a microphone and introduce Del Rio...
Ricardo Rodriguez: Señoras y señores,
Ponte de pie!
Y me ayude a introducir ese gran hombre!
Él es un hombre de gran inteligencia
Y nunca deja una gran oportunidad de ir a los residuos
A diferencia de que los campesinos
Él es la esencia de la excelencia
Él es Alberto del RRRRRRRrrrriiiiiioOOOOoO!
After Ricardo introduced Del Rio, Alberto stands before ring and with arrogant smile look at crowd and begin to talk...
Alberto Del Rio: Tonight. What a action we saw! Let's make a little review of CWF's Supershow... Let's start with main idea of the show.. What was so special on this show? Why CWF management call it Super? I'll tell you... You know, even in fact I hate to say this, Mr. Vincent Kennedy McMahon is brilliant businessman. It doesn't change the fact, that he is most idiotic owner of any wrestling company in the world, but I can take it. You wanna know what's so special on Mr. McMahon? It's all these shows. It's everything that he produces and why? Because he's on the same level of intellect as you all little peasants. He knows how are you thinking. He knows how to make money out of you. He name absolutely normal show, put few baddest athletes into that ring and they wrestle absolutely bad matches and when he has somebody like me, true athlete, that can wrestle a five stars match, he gives me opponent like Sheamus, that I would beat with one hand behind my back and with my eyes covered. But back to the show. So, he made a show, where there's nothing special on it, but he called it Supershow. And you lazy idiots pay for one stupid ticket twice big prize and you see absolutely average show, where nothing special really happen and you peasants are crazy of it... How typical for Americans... But you are not Americans. And what it means? It means, that Bieber Fever is in Europe as well. Nah, sorry, my mistake I meant, McMahon Fever is now in Europe as well. What's McMahon fever? It's fever, that is like a plague. Plague that is going around the world and kill anyone he points to. Just look at Drew, he caught that plague called McMahon and he got fired. He died. Where he is now? I know it, but it doesn't matter, because reason why we are wrestlers, because we need you peasants to listen to us. And how can Drew buy him new clothes and makes his family happy, when he doesn't get payed as much as he deserves, because of McMahon... And Vince, you didn't showed up earlier and I told u, that u gonna come out here tonight, or I'll make your live a living hell, so now, it's your chance...
Alberto roll into the ring and fans in arena get little bit crazy to see what gonna happen next and Alberto stays in the middle of the ring and looks at the stage and waits, but no one comes out, so Alberto again talk..
Alberto Del Rio: Where are you Vince when somebody really need you huh? If you will not come out, come on at least you Bret Hart and show up up there on the stage with you cool jacket..... Common! Let me ask you something? Why when Christian comes out and doesn't even call you out, you Bret comes out like a hero and read a letter of some CM Punk, that is just copying me what I'm doing, but when no one looks, you kiss ass of Bret and Vince and you gonna get another undeserved title shot sooner or later.. Why these people cheer you is only because they can't see things inside, but they see things just from outside. But you are irrelevant now Punk, well you are irrelevant every time, but it doesn’t truly matter now. What does matter is, that I still don't hear either cool them of Bret “ The Pensioner †Hart or Vincent Kennedy McDonald. Where are you guys? I really want you to see me! Come on!
Alberto again stay and wait for like a minute, but after a minute of nothing happening, Alberto gets angry and he pick a microphone...
Alberto Del Rio: So you will not come to see me? Well wait back there, I'm coming to see you...
Alberto drops the microphone and get to ropes as...
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Bret Hart makes his way down the ramp as he enters the ring. He grabs the microphone and begin to talk...
Bret Hart: So finally, after few weeks of complaining like a little girl, you have me here. So Alberto, what you want huh?
Alberto del Rio: You are asking me what I want? After everything I was trying to say here, you ask me what I want. Now, you are just proving to these people here, why you should not be in the management of this company. But to answer your question... So what I want.. At first, I want yours and as well Jim Cornette's official resignations from posts of General Managers, I want your official public excuse to me, live on Elimination Chamber, I want you to truly explain to the world, as well with your little friends The Heartbreak kid Shawn Michaels and Vincent Kennedy McMahon how it truly was with that Montreal Screwjob.
Bret Hart: You ended?
Alberto Del Rio: Bret, Bret, Bret. I'm just getting started. Next what I want is hiring back my former tag team partner Drew McIntyre and I want you, to do publicly what are you doing in backstage...
Bret Hart: What do you mean huh?
Alberto Del Rio: Don't act like an idiot Bret. Everybody know why are you in position where you are. Just do it publicly. Just come out here and invite Vince here as well and kiss his ass publicly. That would be true supershow wouldn't it? That would be epic! That would break YouTube like a thunder from nowhere. So Bret, that is just like an half of my stipulations to you, so what you gonna do with it now?
Bret Hart: What I gonna do? You are talking to me like to your friend or what. You can talk like that with Ricardo there and not with me. I'm your boss dammit! You gonna listen to me right now. You can take all your stipulations and stick it into your ass, because if you don't know, you should get preparing for Sunday’s match against no one than Rey Mysterio! And now listen Alberto. Reason why I'm here, is because of your actions against Rey Mysterio. You are not making a stipulations of matches. No TLC match to happen Alberto.
Alberto Del Rio: Mr. Rio for you Bret...
Bret Hart: Shut up. You either give Mysterio's son back to Rey, or I gonna fire you on the spot. And now, you better focus on training. By the way Ricardo, you're fired...
Bret Hart drops the microphone and leaves the ring and his theme hits the PA system and Ricardo and Alberto looks shocked and as Bret is leaving, Alberto step to ropes and grab microphone...
Alberto Del Rio: That is what are you doing with all of people around here? Well Bret, you will pay for this. And trust me, you gonna pay more than you can even imagine. I gonna destroy everything you has. See you soon Bret...
Del Rio shoves Hart as he leaves the ring with Ricardo. We go to commercial
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Jericho Package Video
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After the package video is played, we come back to the ring as The Miz is standing in the ring.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Miz then leaves the ring.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Miz then leaves the ring.
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!
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This very Sunday!
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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!
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This very Sunday!
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As Christian awaits for CM Punk, he doesn't come out... instead...
Bret Hart makes his way down the ramp as he enters the ring holding a letter in his hand. He grabs the microphone.
Bret Hart: Sorry Christian but I've got a letter here from CM Punk.
Bret Hart: Unfortunately I have tried my best and it looks like CM Punk cannot seem to negotiate with me at this very stage. I know how you feel about not having an opponent tonight Christian, I apolo-
Christian doesn't seem impressed as he punches Bret Hart before snatching the microphone off him as Christian clocks the microphone over Bret Hart's forehead. Christian grabs the microphone as he leaves, he stops on the entrance ramp.
Christian: I wanted a match and you screwed it up for me Bret, just like every other Canadian who try steal my 'spotlight', on Sunday... I will walk away Champion!
We then go backstage where Rey Mysterio is seen, the camera zooms up to him.
Rey Mysterio: ¿Qué quieres? This Sunday, Alberto Del Rio will finally see why he is a joke to his Mexican culture. As an American, I have pride for Mexico, I breathe everything Mexico is about. I have Mexican blood in me and Alberto, I will show you exactly what it is like to be a Mexican because you... you are nothing but a pendejo Alberto, but you... You already know that!
The camera fades as the camera then re-opens as the camera has it's focus on the entrance stage.
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A show coming to you soon!
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Bret Hart makes his way down the ramp as he enters the ring holding a letter in his hand. He grabs the microphone.
Bret Hart: Sorry Christian but I've got a letter here from CM Punk.
Bret Hart: Unfortunately I have tried my best and it looks like CM Punk cannot seem to negotiate with me at this very stage. I know how you feel about not having an opponent tonight Christian, I apolo-
Christian doesn't seem impressed as he punches Bret Hart before snatching the microphone off him as Christian clocks the microphone over Bret Hart's forehead. Christian grabs the microphone as he leaves, he stops on the entrance ramp.
Christian: I wanted a match and you screwed it up for me Bret, just like every other Canadian who try steal my 'spotlight', on Sunday... I will walk away Champion!
We then go backstage where Rey Mysterio is seen, the camera zooms up to him.
Rey Mysterio: ¿Qué quieres? This Sunday, Alberto Del Rio will finally see why he is a joke to his Mexican culture. As an American, I have pride for Mexico, I breathe everything Mexico is about. I have Mexican blood in me and Alberto, I will show you exactly what it is like to be a Mexican because you... you are nothing but a pendejo Alberto, but you... You already know that!
The camera fades as the camera then re-opens as the camera has it's focus on the entrance stage.
Booker T: Aww yeah, it's about to get interbranded up in here.
Tazz: I feel sorry for yous guys on Hona', last time you went toe-ta'-toe with WAR, you lost, ironically to Batista.
Jim Ross: We're confident in Alex Riley, so survive if we let you, WAR.
Matt Striker: Careful Jim, those are fighting words.
The camera pans over to Justin Roberts so the introductions may be done as the ring bell is heard.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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: Oh, he looks ready ta' rip someone's head off tonight, dog. Ya'll still feelin' confident?
Jim Ross: Yes, quite frankly.
Justin Roberts gets ready to introduce the next combatant.
Justin Roberts: And the opponent...
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.
Matt Striker: We don't have to be confident, Alex does it for us!
Tazz: Yeah yeah, we'll see how much he's smilin' later.
The CWF Universe cheers for Alex Riley as he gets off of the turnbuckle and stands there, prepared for his match as the ring bell is heard again.
DING DING!
Alex Riley and Batista begin the match trading punches, both landing two each. As Batista goes for a third, Alex pivots to the left, planting his foot so that he's facing his opponent entirely, throwing himself backward to avoid the attack. Riley reaches the ropes as he launches himself off of them. He cocks back to throw a punch but Batista launches himself at him, connecting with a lariat that causes Riley to do a backflip and land on his face. Batista walks over to him and applies the Batista Bite.
Jim Ross: It's rare that he busts this one out!
As Riley cries out in agony in the hold, Batista decides it isn't quite enough as he releases the hold, grabbing Alex's head with both hands and dribbling it against the mat several times. Batista stands up and swings his leg around so that it isn't over Riley. Riley, still on the mat, raises his arms above his head and bends them at the elbows, placing his hands on the mat as he bends his legs toward his abdomen. Suddenly Riley kips up as Batista goes for a dropkick attempt, Riley rolling out of the way, his legs going over his head as he landed on his feet in a bent position, straightening his legs as he stood up, walking over and grabbing Big Dave by the hair on the back of his head.
Batista got up and smacked Riley's arm away, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him in, connecting with a headbutt. Batista whips Alex into the corner and charges, but Riley leaps out of the way and Dave eats nothing but turnbuckle. He turns and comes staggering out of the corner as Riley goes low and hoists him up, turning in mid-air and driving him downward on a fast trip, planting him hard against the mat with a spinebuster. Batista seemed to be out of it as Alex hooked the leg, the referee counting.
1!
2!
NO!
Just when Riley thinks he has match won, Batista gets the shoulder up, throwing Alex off of him. Both men get to their feet as Riley charges Batista, who connects with a shoulder block, taking Riley down. Dave returns to his feet and gradually raises his arm in a flex towards his own face, kissing his bicep before falling towards his opponent, driving his elbow right into the heart.
Batista gets to his feet and grabs Riley, whipping him into the corner. He places Alex on the top turnbuckle, who sits there in a daze as Dave climbs up to where he's at. Batista hooks the headscissors and swings backward and downward, going for a frankensteiner but Riley slips out of the move seconds before impact is made with the mat, Dave's knees connecting with it. Batista stands up from the adrenaline and turns around, which is Riley's opening as Alex kicks him and hooks his head, lifting him up and connecting with the Impaler DDT. Riley rolls Batista onto his back and hooks the leg, the referee counting again.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner, Alex Riley!
Tazz: Well I gotta hand it to ya boys, your guy beat our guy fair and square.
Booker T: He beat dat boy kinda quick too.
Jim Ross: Well ladies and gentlemen, there's lots more action coming up tonight. We're headed for the next match already, which is a tag team action!
Tazz: I feel sorry for yous guys on Hona', last time you went toe-ta'-toe with WAR, you lost, ironically to Batista.
Jim Ross: We're confident in Alex Riley, so survive if we let you, WAR.
Matt Striker: Careful Jim, those are fighting words.
The camera pans over to Justin Roberts so the introductions may be done as the ring bell is heard.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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: Oh, he looks ready ta' rip someone's head off tonight, dog. Ya'll still feelin' confident?
Jim Ross: Yes, quite frankly.
Justin Roberts gets ready to introduce the next combatant.
Justin Roberts: And the opponent...
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.
Matt Striker: We don't have to be confident, Alex does it for us!
Tazz: Yeah yeah, we'll see how much he's smilin' later.
The CWF Universe cheers for Alex Riley as he gets off of the turnbuckle and stands there, prepared for his match as the ring bell is heard again.
DING DING!
Alex Riley and Batista begin the match trading punches, both landing two each. As Batista goes for a third, Alex pivots to the left, planting his foot so that he's facing his opponent entirely, throwing himself backward to avoid the attack. Riley reaches the ropes as he launches himself off of them. He cocks back to throw a punch but Batista launches himself at him, connecting with a lariat that causes Riley to do a backflip and land on his face. Batista walks over to him and applies the Batista Bite.
Jim Ross: It's rare that he busts this one out!
As Riley cries out in agony in the hold, Batista decides it isn't quite enough as he releases the hold, grabbing Alex's head with both hands and dribbling it against the mat several times. Batista stands up and swings his leg around so that it isn't over Riley. Riley, still on the mat, raises his arms above his head and bends them at the elbows, placing his hands on the mat as he bends his legs toward his abdomen. Suddenly Riley kips up as Batista goes for a dropkick attempt, Riley rolling out of the way, his legs going over his head as he landed on his feet in a bent position, straightening his legs as he stood up, walking over and grabbing Big Dave by the hair on the back of his head.
Batista got up and smacked Riley's arm away, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him in, connecting with a headbutt. Batista whips Alex into the corner and charges, but Riley leaps out of the way and Dave eats nothing but turnbuckle. He turns and comes staggering out of the corner as Riley goes low and hoists him up, turning in mid-air and driving him downward on a fast trip, planting him hard against the mat with a spinebuster. Batista seemed to be out of it as Alex hooked the leg, the referee counting.
1!
2!
NO!
Just when Riley thinks he has match won, Batista gets the shoulder up, throwing Alex off of him. Both men get to their feet as Riley charges Batista, who connects with a shoulder block, taking Riley down. Dave returns to his feet and gradually raises his arm in a flex towards his own face, kissing his bicep before falling towards his opponent, driving his elbow right into the heart.
Batista gets to his feet and grabs Riley, whipping him into the corner. He places Alex on the top turnbuckle, who sits there in a daze as Dave climbs up to where he's at. Batista hooks the headscissors and swings backward and downward, going for a frankensteiner but Riley slips out of the move seconds before impact is made with the mat, Dave's knees connecting with it. Batista stands up from the adrenaline and turns around, which is Riley's opening as Alex kicks him and hooks his head, lifting him up and connecting with the Impaler DDT. Riley rolls Batista onto his back and hooks the leg, the referee counting again.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner, Alex Riley!
Tazz: Well I gotta hand it to ya boys, your guy beat our guy fair and square.
Booker T: He beat dat boy kinda quick too.
Jim Ross: Well ladies and gentlemen, there's lots more action coming up tonight. We're headed for the next match already, which is a tag team action!
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!
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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 to commercial.
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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Triple H is halfway to Cena as Truth is only about a fourth of the way to Guerrero.
FOUR!
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FIVE!
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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!
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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 to commercial.
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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.
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 .
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The crowd immediately breaks out into a booing frenzy as Matt Hardy Version 1 emerges from the back being escorted by his new MF'er Lita. The crowd looks on in shock and awe as the two embrace at the top of the ramp. They then start walking down the ramp. Lita runs ahead and slides into the ring. Matt stays behind and hams it up to the crowd. Today's Matt Fact flashes on the screen reading “Matt has seen every Friday the 13th filmâ€.
Matt then climbs into the ring and tosses up a V1 hand sign, much to the crowd's dismay.
Booker T: AWWWWW HERE WE GO!
Matt Hardy and Edge stare across at each other from opposite corners as the bell rings. They lock up but Matt instantly hits a knee to Edge's abdomen, perhaps a little below, but the referee couldn't tell. Matt starts landing repeated shots to Edge's face, some of them closed fists, backing him up into the corner as Hardy repeats it again and again until the referee counts to four, then pulls him away. Hardy and the official argue over it, before Matt changes his attentions, and runs at Edge going for a clothesline, but Edge moves out of the way and Matt crashes chest-first into the turnbuckle. Edge manouvers behind him, and nails him with the Edge-O-Matic! Edge hooks one leg with an innovative cover!
1....
2....
Matt Hardy kicks out.
Tazz: Kickout there by Matt Hardy, Edge almost caught him there.
Booker T: Matt's gotta stay on his toes dogg, when he's in there with the Rated-R Superstar. Yknow what I'm sayin'?
Hardy gets to his feet, as does Edge, and once they meet they begin trading right hands. They continue this for a while, and Matt finally backs up Edge into the ropes, and irish whips him off. Hardy goes for a clothesline off the rebound, but Edge comes back, but Hardy kicks him in the gut as he comes back again, and hooks his head for the Twist of Fate. Edge spins out as Hardy goes for it, and Edge now kicks him in the abdomen, and hooks his head, and nails him with the Edgecution DDT! Edge crawls over to the corner as Hardy starts to stir, leaning one arm over the ropes, his eyes wide, as he pulls his hair back, the infamous facial expression appearing.
Booker T: Awwww, man. This could be bad for Matt Hardy right here.
Tazz: Edge setting up for the Spear, it's taken down so many superstars.
Hardy gets to a knee, as Edge looks like he's just boiling up in anticipation. Hardy stumbles up, turned away from Edge, and raises one hand up, as though he were about to begin the Twist of Fate. He turns around as Edge hurtles at him like a missile, but Hardy, in an innovative counter, moves that raised arm down and up like a pendulm, and hooks Edge's head mid-run with it, and hits him with the Twist of Fate! Edge crumples to the side as Matt scrambles over!
Tazz: Was that...was that a one-handed Twist of Fate?!
1...
2....
Booker T: Man, dogg, Edge is OUT!
KICK OUT!
Booker T: You've got to be kiddin' me dawg!
Matt grabs Edge and tosses him over the ropes, Matt then slides out of the ring before grabbing Edge around the waist as Matt charges towards the steel post as Edge's back slams hard on the post. Matt then grabs Edge by the back of the head and goes to slam his head on the steel post but Edge reverses as the referee counts both men out. Edge then slams Matt's head on the steel post.
4...
Edge then tosses Matt to the barricade as Edge then delivers multiple punches.
6...
Edge goes to slide back in the ring but Lita cuts him off stopping him, Edge knows if he touches Lita he will be disqualified, this distractions good enough for Matt to attack from behind with a reverse DDT.
8...
9...
Matt goes to slide in the ring but Edge stops him.
10!
The result of this match is a Double Count-out!
Booker T: Damn Lita I tell ya!
Edge and Matt continue brawling on the outside, Lita then slaps Edge across the face as Matt then goes for a Twist of Fate but Edge reverses it quickly with an Edgecution! Edge then grabs Lita and slides her into the ring, Lita looks to escape but Edge grabs her and connects with an Edgecution as the crowd erupts to cheers. Edge then positions himself by the corner turnbuckle looking for a spear but Matt slides back into the ring as Edge charges at Lita only for Matt to stop with a kick to the guts. Matt looks for a Twist of Fate once again but Edge throws him into Lita as Lita is then knocked over as she goes to the outside. Matt turns around as Edge spears him. Edge quickly slides out of the ring and leaves via the crowd as 'Mattitude' runs down the entrance ramp. 'Mattitude' then jump over the barricade as they look for Edge, we go to commercial.
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Theme of Celtic Warrior and also called Irish Curse Sheamus, but also Hardcore Champion 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. 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.
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Theme of Alberto del Rio hit the PA system and fans get of their seats and they wait for Alberto's car, but Alberto comes out in his wrestling attire right on the stage and just instantly walk down to the ring, but then he little bit walked back and makes his usual taunt and pyro behind him begin to fall down...
After Alberto did his taunt camera focus on Ricardo that grab a microphone and introduce Del Rio...
Ricardo Rodriguez: Señoras y señores,
Ponte de pie!
Y me ayude a introducir ese gran hombre!
Él es un hombre de gran inteligencia
Y nunca deja una gran oportunidad de ir a los residuos
A diferencia de que los campesinos
Él es la esencia de la excelencia
Él es Alberto del RRRRRRRrrrriiiiiioOOOOoO!
After Ricardo introduced Del Rio as the bell rings.
Booker T: AWWWW HERE WE GO!
Del Rio looks to lock up quickly but Sheamus quickly gets a knee to the chest before placing Del Rio in a wrist-lock before a short-arm clothesline sends Del Rio to the mat. Sheamus then gets to the apron as Del Rio gets to his feet as Sheamus leaps off with a Springboard shoulder-block but Del Rio manages to leap at the same time with a lovely dropkick. Del Rio rushes over for a quick cover.
1...
2...
Kick Out!
Del Rio then grabs Sheamus before positioning him by the corner turnbuckle, Del Rio charges at Sheamus with a step-up enzuirigi but Sheamus catches Del Rio in a fireman's carry position before twirling him around with a second rope back-breaker. Sheamus then grabs Del Rio and positions him by the corner turnbuckle before delivering a huge clothesline. Sheamus then Irish-whips Del Rio but Del Rio reverses with a kick to the shin as Sheamus drops to his knees. Del Rio then does a back-kick to the chest before doing a DDT. Del Rio makes the cover.
1...
2...
Kick Out!
Matt Striker: Del Rio looking for that quick pinfall here.
Del Rio grabs Sheamus by the back of the head before placing him to his feet, Del Rio then bounces off the ropes before coming back looking for another enzuirigi and once again he misses as Sheamus ducks. Del Rio gets to his feet as he stumbles a few steps as Del Rio turns around only for Sheamus to deliver a Brogue Kick. Sheamus goes for the pinfall.
1...
2...
Ricardo puts his Del Rio's leg on the ropes!
Matt Striker: That Ricardo, I thought he was fired!
Booker T: Here comes Bret Hart!
As Bret Hart makes his way down to the ring, he is with security as Ricardo realizes what's going on as he runs off. The security guards chase after Ricardo before grabbing him. Bret then grabs the microphone.
Bret Hart: I said you're fired, do you understand me? I don't want to see your face here anymore Ricardo. Security, escort him out of the building!
As Del Rio looks on, he's attacked from behind as Sheamus tosses Del Rio over the ropes. Security escort Ricardo out the building as Sheamus hits a Brogue Kick on the outside before rolling him back into the ring. Sheamus looks for a pinfall.
1...
2...
ROPES!
Booker T: You've got to be kiddin' me!
Sheamus looks annoyed at the fact Del Rio has been kicking out, Sheamus grabs Del Rio and places him in a Crucifix Powerbomb position but Del Rio manages to reverse into a cross-arm breaker. Del Rio continues to put pressure on the arm as Sheamus has no choice but to tap out.
Winner by Submission, Alberto Del Rio!
Matt Striker: One reversal and a submission is all it takes for Alberto to grab the victory. Are we seeing the former champion rise up the ranks? There's only one way to tell.
We go to a quick commercial.
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We return to the ring as we're headed for the main event of the night.
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.
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 .
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The crowd immediately breaks out into a booing frenzy as Matt Hardy Version 1 emerges from the back being escorted by his new MF'er Lita. The crowd looks on in shock and awe as the two embrace at the top of the ramp. They then start walking down the ramp. Lita runs ahead and slides into the ring. Matt stays behind and hams it up to the crowd. Today's Matt Fact flashes on the screen reading “Matt has seen every Friday the 13th filmâ€.
Matt then climbs into the ring and tosses up a V1 hand sign, much to the crowd's dismay.
Booker T: AWWWWW HERE WE GO!
Matt Hardy and Edge stare across at each other from opposite corners as the bell rings. They lock up but Matt instantly hits a knee to Edge's abdomen, perhaps a little below, but the referee couldn't tell. Matt starts landing repeated shots to Edge's face, some of them closed fists, backing him up into the corner as Hardy repeats it again and again until the referee counts to four, then pulls him away. Hardy and the official argue over it, before Matt changes his attentions, and runs at Edge going for a clothesline, but Edge moves out of the way and Matt crashes chest-first into the turnbuckle. Edge manouvers behind him, and nails him with the Edge-O-Matic! Edge hooks one leg with an innovative cover!
1....
2....
Matt Hardy kicks out.
Tazz: Kickout there by Matt Hardy, Edge almost caught him there.
Booker T: Matt's gotta stay on his toes dogg, when he's in there with the Rated-R Superstar. Yknow what I'm sayin'?
Hardy gets to his feet, as does Edge, and once they meet they begin trading right hands. They continue this for a while, and Matt finally backs up Edge into the ropes, and irish whips him off. Hardy goes for a clothesline off the rebound, but Edge comes back, but Hardy kicks him in the gut as he comes back again, and hooks his head for the Twist of Fate. Edge spins out as Hardy goes for it, and Edge now kicks him in the abdomen, and hooks his head, and nails him with the Edgecution DDT! Edge crawls over to the corner as Hardy starts to stir, leaning one arm over the ropes, his eyes wide, as he pulls his hair back, the infamous facial expression appearing.
Booker T: Awwww, man. This could be bad for Matt Hardy right here.
Tazz: Edge setting up for the Spear, it's taken down so many superstars.
Hardy gets to a knee, as Edge looks like he's just boiling up in anticipation. Hardy stumbles up, turned away from Edge, and raises one hand up, as though he were about to begin the Twist of Fate. He turns around as Edge hurtles at him like a missile, but Hardy, in an innovative counter, moves that raised arm down and up like a pendulm, and hooks Edge's head mid-run with it, and hits him with the Twist of Fate! Edge crumples to the side as Matt scrambles over!
Tazz: Was that...was that a one-handed Twist of Fate?!
1...
2....
Booker T: Man, dogg, Edge is OUT!
KICK OUT!
Booker T: You've got to be kiddin' me dawg!
Matt grabs Edge and tosses him over the ropes, Matt then slides out of the ring before grabbing Edge around the waist as Matt charges towards the steel post as Edge's back slams hard on the post. Matt then grabs Edge by the back of the head and goes to slam his head on the steel post but Edge reverses as the referee counts both men out. Edge then slams Matt's head on the steel post.
4...
Edge then tosses Matt to the barricade as Edge then delivers multiple punches.
6...
Edge goes to slide back in the ring but Lita cuts him off stopping him, Edge knows if he touches Lita he will be disqualified, this distractions good enough for Matt to attack from behind with a reverse DDT.
8...
9...
Matt goes to slide in the ring but Edge stops him.
10!
The result of this match is a Double Count-out!
Booker T: Damn Lita I tell ya!
Edge and Matt continue brawling on the outside, Lita then slaps Edge across the face as Matt then goes for a Twist of Fate but Edge reverses it quickly with an Edgecution! Edge then grabs Lita and slides her into the ring, Lita looks to escape but Edge grabs her and connects with an Edgecution as the crowd erupts to cheers. Edge then positions himself by the corner turnbuckle looking for a spear but Matt slides back into the ring as Edge charges at Lita only for Matt to stop with a kick to the guts. Matt looks for a Twist of Fate once again but Edge throws him into Lita as Lita is then knocked over as she goes to the outside. Matt turns around as Edge spears him. Edge quickly slides out of the ring and leaves via the crowd as 'Mattitude' runs down the entrance ramp. 'Mattitude' then jump over the barricade as they look for Edge, we go to commercial.
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Theme of Celtic Warrior and also called Irish Curse Sheamus, but also Hardcore Champion 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. 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.
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Theme of Alberto del Rio hit the PA system and fans get of their seats and they wait for Alberto's car, but Alberto comes out in his wrestling attire right on the stage and just instantly walk down to the ring, but then he little bit walked back and makes his usual taunt and pyro behind him begin to fall down...
After Alberto did his taunt camera focus on Ricardo that grab a microphone and introduce Del Rio...
Ricardo Rodriguez: Señoras y señores,
Ponte de pie!
Y me ayude a introducir ese gran hombre!
Él es un hombre de gran inteligencia
Y nunca deja una gran oportunidad de ir a los residuos
A diferencia de que los campesinos
Él es la esencia de la excelencia
Él es Alberto del RRRRRRRrrrriiiiiioOOOOoO!
After Ricardo introduced Del Rio as the bell rings.
Booker T: AWWWW HERE WE GO!
Del Rio looks to lock up quickly but Sheamus quickly gets a knee to the chest before placing Del Rio in a wrist-lock before a short-arm clothesline sends Del Rio to the mat. Sheamus then gets to the apron as Del Rio gets to his feet as Sheamus leaps off with a Springboard shoulder-block but Del Rio manages to leap at the same time with a lovely dropkick. Del Rio rushes over for a quick cover.
1...
2...
Kick Out!
Del Rio then grabs Sheamus before positioning him by the corner turnbuckle, Del Rio charges at Sheamus with a step-up enzuirigi but Sheamus catches Del Rio in a fireman's carry position before twirling him around with a second rope back-breaker. Sheamus then grabs Del Rio and positions him by the corner turnbuckle before delivering a huge clothesline. Sheamus then Irish-whips Del Rio but Del Rio reverses with a kick to the shin as Sheamus drops to his knees. Del Rio then does a back-kick to the chest before doing a DDT. Del Rio makes the cover.
1...
2...
Kick Out!
Matt Striker: Del Rio looking for that quick pinfall here.
Del Rio grabs Sheamus by the back of the head before placing him to his feet, Del Rio then bounces off the ropes before coming back looking for another enzuirigi and once again he misses as Sheamus ducks. Del Rio gets to his feet as he stumbles a few steps as Del Rio turns around only for Sheamus to deliver a Brogue Kick. Sheamus goes for the pinfall.
1...
2...
Ricardo puts his Del Rio's leg on the ropes!
Matt Striker: That Ricardo, I thought he was fired!
Booker T: Here comes Bret Hart!
As Bret Hart makes his way down to the ring, he is with security as Ricardo realizes what's going on as he runs off. The security guards chase after Ricardo before grabbing him. Bret then grabs the microphone.
Bret Hart: I said you're fired, do you understand me? I don't want to see your face here anymore Ricardo. Security, escort him out of the building!
As Del Rio looks on, he's attacked from behind as Sheamus tosses Del Rio over the ropes. Security escort Ricardo out the building as Sheamus hits a Brogue Kick on the outside before rolling him back into the ring. Sheamus looks for a pinfall.
1...
2...
ROPES!
Booker T: You've got to be kiddin' me!
Sheamus looks annoyed at the fact Del Rio has been kicking out, Sheamus grabs Del Rio and places him in a Crucifix Powerbomb position but Del Rio manages to reverse into a cross-arm breaker. Del Rio continues to put pressure on the arm as Sheamus has no choice but to tap out.
Winner by Submission, Alberto Del Rio!
Matt Striker: One reversal and a submission is all it takes for Alberto to grab the victory. Are we seeing the former champion rise up the ranks? There's only one way to tell.
We go to a quick commercial.
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We return to the ring as we're headed for the main event of the night.
MY NAME IS FINLAY…AND I LOVE TO FIGHT!!!!
Finlay’s music hits and he walks down the ramp, shilleleagh in hand and CWF Championship around his waist, with Hornswoggle by his side to a boos from the crowd. He slowly makes his way into the ring, before moving over to the turnbuckle and climbs it just staring at the crowd and then raises his newly won CWF Heavyweight Championship and lets out a sly grin..
They hop down, Finlay stops and looks around at the big crowd as Kevin Thorn's music quickly interrupts.
Suddenly the crowd falls into darkness and a fiery ring appears at the side of the stage as a formerly famous theme plays over the PA system.
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'Blood' plays over the PA system and four figures rise up from the fiery pit, Kevin Thorn and Ariel head to the ring.
But Christian comes from behind and attacks Kevin Thorn with a steel chair, Christian then begins grabbing Thorn before slamming him to the barricade near the entrance ramp. Finlay looks on...
Booker T: What the hell is goin' on 'ere?!
Christian grabs Kevin Thorn and connects with a Killswitch on the entrance ramp, Ariel then slaps Christian. Christian turns around as he grabs Ariel by the throat as Christian then throws Ariel to the steel post. Shannon Moore then grabs Ariel as Moore slides her into the ring as Christian grabs Thorn and slides him into the ring. Christian then tells Shannon Moore to bring weapons into the ring, Christian grabs a Kendo Stick and begins beating down Kevin Thorn. Jeff grabs a chair and slides it into the ring. Christian smiles as he grabs Thorn and sets up a chair before having him in a seated position.
Booker T: Why isn't Finlay doin' anythin?
Christian then rushes to Thorn before spearing him. The bell then rings.
Finlay makes the cover.
1...
2...
3...
Winner by Pinfall, Finlay!
Booker T: Dis is a joke!
After the match, 'Mattitude' sneaks into the ring as they beat down on Finlay. Matt delivers a Twist of Fate on Finlay. Jeff grabs another chair as he sets it in the ring as Christian asks for another. They set two chairs in the ring as Christian grabs Thorn and connects with a Killswitch to the chair as Matt does the Twist of Fate as Finlay crashes into the chair. Chrisitan then grabs a microphone.
Christian;
Kevin, Kevin... Can you hear me? You asked for darkness... Now it shall rain blood!
'Mattitude' leaves the ring as the lights dim as we see nothing but red splatter pouring over a lifeless Finlay and Kevin Thorn. As Mattitude make their way to the entrance ramp all of a sudden this is seen.
'Mattitude' quickly retreat but the bells continue to toll.
Booker T: The Undertaker 'ere? You've got to be kiddin' me!
The camera then zooms in, we see a shadow by the titantron.
The cameras then go to fade as the show ends.
CREDITS:
Dredson - Everything Else
Andrew - Putting up the show, Christian Segment, Sheamus vs. Del Rio, Finlay vs. Thorn
Hoov - Mattitude Promo
Soccerboy - Miz promo
Bronzy - Edge vs. Matt Hardy
Awesome Miz - Del Rio promos,
Finlay’s music hits and he walks down the ramp, shilleleagh in hand and CWF Championship around his waist, with Hornswoggle by his side to a boos from the crowd. He slowly makes his way into the ring, before moving over to the turnbuckle and climbs it just staring at the crowd and then raises his newly won CWF Heavyweight Championship and lets out a sly grin..
They hop down, Finlay stops and looks around at the big crowd as Kevin Thorn's music quickly interrupts.
Suddenly the crowd falls into darkness and a fiery ring appears at the side of the stage as a formerly famous theme plays over the PA system.
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'Blood' plays over the PA system and four figures rise up from the fiery pit, Kevin Thorn and Ariel head to the ring.
But Christian comes from behind and attacks Kevin Thorn with a steel chair, Christian then begins grabbing Thorn before slamming him to the barricade near the entrance ramp. Finlay looks on...
Booker T: What the hell is goin' on 'ere?!
Christian grabs Kevin Thorn and connects with a Killswitch on the entrance ramp, Ariel then slaps Christian. Christian turns around as he grabs Ariel by the throat as Christian then throws Ariel to the steel post. Shannon Moore then grabs Ariel as Moore slides her into the ring as Christian grabs Thorn and slides him into the ring. Christian then tells Shannon Moore to bring weapons into the ring, Christian grabs a Kendo Stick and begins beating down Kevin Thorn. Jeff grabs a chair and slides it into the ring. Christian smiles as he grabs Thorn and sets up a chair before having him in a seated position.
Booker T: Why isn't Finlay doin' anythin?
Christian then rushes to Thorn before spearing him. The bell then rings.
Finlay makes the cover.
1...
2...
3...
Winner by Pinfall, Finlay!
Booker T: Dis is a joke!
After the match, 'Mattitude' sneaks into the ring as they beat down on Finlay. Matt delivers a Twist of Fate on Finlay. Jeff grabs another chair as he sets it in the ring as Christian asks for another. They set two chairs in the ring as Christian grabs Thorn and connects with a Killswitch to the chair as Matt does the Twist of Fate as Finlay crashes into the chair. Chrisitan then grabs a microphone.
Christian;
Kevin, Kevin... Can you hear me? You asked for darkness... Now it shall rain blood!
'Mattitude' leaves the ring as the lights dim as we see nothing but red splatter pouring over a lifeless Finlay and Kevin Thorn. As Mattitude make their way to the entrance ramp all of a sudden this is seen.
'Mattitude' quickly retreat but the bells continue to toll.
Booker T: The Undertaker 'ere? You've got to be kiddin' me!
The camera then zooms in, we see a shadow by the titantron.
The cameras then go to fade as the show ends.
CREDITS:
Dredson - Everything Else
Andrew - Putting up the show, Christian Segment, Sheamus vs. Del Rio, Finlay vs. Thorn
Hoov - Mattitude Promo
Soccerboy - Miz promo
Bronzy - Edge vs. Matt Hardy
Awesome Miz - Del Rio promos,
