CWF - Uprising Writing Assignments
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Suddenly something cuts into the CWF broadcast, interrupting what was currently going on. A dark but illuminated hallway is seen as a backdrop to a man that appears simply as a silhouette.
Disguised Man: Members of the Championship Wrestling Federation audience, both those sitting in the arena seats and those watching on the television at home, even those that are watching this on an internet stream, I hope you don't find it too rude of me to interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for my own needs. But if I were to simply walk out into that ring and ask for your attention, it wouldn't be granted to me, so I'm taking it forcibly and now you have no choice but to hang on my every word. For months on end I have observed the happenings that have gone on in this company, but not like someone with sparked curiosity investigates something he wants to know more about, no, more like a vulture hovering around above, waiting for the first body to drop. I have waited around on the outside like a stranger, despite the fact that CWF is a place I once called home. The dynamic of the company continues to change, the alternating talent and the downgrade to one brand being prime examples, and that sits well with me because there are a few changes I myself intend to make. Once I enter the hallowed halls of the CWF arena and make my first ever appearance on Nitro, you'll see what it is that you've been missing. The date is something I will not disclose, so stay on your guard at all times. You have been warned, if you get taken off guard you have no one to blame but yourself. You'll be hearing from me again, and the more you do, the clearer my intentions will be to all of you. Until that day comes, remember to remain alert, because your mortality is a china dish that I'm waiting to shatter, leaving nothing of your soul but pewter shards scattered in the annals of time. When you hear my voice, you will know that you are one step closer to the mystery being solved. When you hear my voice, my words will sting your ears with the cruel reality of their truth. When you hear my voice, well...
The regular CWF programming cuts back in, leaving all listening to what the silhouette was saying not knowing how he was going to finish his sentence.
Disguised Man: Members of the Championship Wrestling Federation audience, both those sitting in the arena seats and those watching on the television at home, even those that are watching this on an internet stream, I hope you don't find it too rude of me to interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for my own needs. But if I were to simply walk out into that ring and ask for your attention, it wouldn't be granted to me, so I'm taking it forcibly and now you have no choice but to hang on my every word. For months on end I have observed the happenings that have gone on in this company, but not like someone with sparked curiosity investigates something he wants to know more about, no, more like a vulture hovering around above, waiting for the first body to drop. I have waited around on the outside like a stranger, despite the fact that CWF is a place I once called home. The dynamic of the company continues to change, the alternating talent and the downgrade to one brand being prime examples, and that sits well with me because there are a few changes I myself intend to make. Once I enter the hallowed halls of the CWF arena and make my first ever appearance on Nitro, you'll see what it is that you've been missing. The date is something I will not disclose, so stay on your guard at all times. You have been warned, if you get taken off guard you have no one to blame but yourself. You'll be hearing from me again, and the more you do, the clearer my intentions will be to all of you. Until that day comes, remember to remain alert, because your mortality is a china dish that I'm waiting to shatter, leaving nothing of your soul but pewter shards scattered in the annals of time. When you hear my voice, you will know that you are one step closer to the mystery being solved. When you hear my voice, my words will sting your ears with the cruel reality of their truth. When you hear my voice, well...
The regular CWF programming cuts back in, leaving all listening to what the silhouette was saying not knowing how he was going to finish his sentence.
JR: Well Roddy, the rumors have been swirling all day here at the arena that a certain individual was going to be here tonight to sign a contract with CWF.
Roddy Piper: If your sources confirm with what mine have been telling me then he is here and will have ourselves one of the biggest superstars to ever lace up the boots.
JR: Well Roddy, those rumors are true. I can confirm that in just a moment this person will be with us over the titan tron from the back. Folks you have to understand the magnitude this superstar brings to the ring will have you talking for days about his match, whether he wins or loses. There is no one better than he is inside the ring. So right now at the moment we are going to be talking with CWF's newest superstar, Shawn Michaels!
HBK appears over the titan tron while you hear the crowd erupt in the background
HBK: JR, thank you for the introduction. First off though, HELLO Wichita! Yesterday I kept on debating while I was sitting at home in San Antonio whether or not I should come back. I was heavily leaning towards staying put, away from wrestling and letting everyone else do it. But then I get a phone call from an old buddy of mine and we started talking and he mentioned even having one last match and what he said to me was very clear, if I still have what it takes in the ring, then I should still be performing. And so I thought to myself, I know I still got it in me to be the show stoppa, the headliner, the main event. I knew right then that I still can be all that I am in the ring and so I decided this morning to get a flight out here and here I am in CWF!
JR: Shawn just one question, what do you want to take out of this comeback?
HBK: Honestly JR, this is one last run for me. I want to see what this old body has left inside and see if I can take myself to the top of the mountain once more. This time around, I am going to concentrate on a goal and that goal is reaching the top and I won't stop until I do. I know Triple H is here and the possibility of DX happening will always be brought up, but right now that's something I'm not focusing on, we'll see when the time comes, but for now it's about getting back in the ring and getting myself ready to put on a show for everyone. I know I still can do it and I know I have the support from each and every single fan out there and really that's all that matters. I am not coming alone however! No you see the clique is back!
HBK smiles as the camera rolls off of him and to the ring as the ppv continue on
Roddy Piper: If your sources confirm with what mine have been telling me then he is here and will have ourselves one of the biggest superstars to ever lace up the boots.
JR: Well Roddy, those rumors are true. I can confirm that in just a moment this person will be with us over the titan tron from the back. Folks you have to understand the magnitude this superstar brings to the ring will have you talking for days about his match, whether he wins or loses. There is no one better than he is inside the ring. So right now at the moment we are going to be talking with CWF's newest superstar, Shawn Michaels!
HBK appears over the titan tron while you hear the crowd erupt in the background
HBK: JR, thank you for the introduction. First off though, HELLO Wichita! Yesterday I kept on debating while I was sitting at home in San Antonio whether or not I should come back. I was heavily leaning towards staying put, away from wrestling and letting everyone else do it. But then I get a phone call from an old buddy of mine and we started talking and he mentioned even having one last match and what he said to me was very clear, if I still have what it takes in the ring, then I should still be performing. And so I thought to myself, I know I still got it in me to be the show stoppa, the headliner, the main event. I knew right then that I still can be all that I am in the ring and so I decided this morning to get a flight out here and here I am in CWF!
JR: Shawn just one question, what do you want to take out of this comeback?
HBK: Honestly JR, this is one last run for me. I want to see what this old body has left inside and see if I can take myself to the top of the mountain once more. This time around, I am going to concentrate on a goal and that goal is reaching the top and I won't stop until I do. I know Triple H is here and the possibility of DX happening will always be brought up, but right now that's something I'm not focusing on, we'll see when the time comes, but for now it's about getting back in the ring and getting myself ready to put on a show for everyone. I know I still can do it and I know I have the support from each and every single fan out there and really that's all that matters. I am not coming alone however! No you see the clique is back!
HBK smiles as the camera rolls off of him and to the ring as the ppv continue on
After, the camera scene cuts back to a backstage interview station, with Todd Grisham.
Todd Grisham: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great honor, that I introduce to you, the returned.....Chris Jericho! Y2J Ladies and Gentlemen!
Chris Jericho: Thank you. No, seriously, thank you. You know. Sitting at home just doesn't work for a wrestler. You get and itch. A drive. A desire to come back and kick some ass baby! So I was watching CWF at home one night, and thought, "Damn. What if, Y2J invaded that show?" So I made a few calls, and batta bing, batta boom, yours truly is THE NEWEST CWF SUPERSTAR! I've got some good plans, some good ideas for what I want, and am going to do here. I make wrestling interesting. With my unique hybrid wrestling style, and unparalleled background, there is no one on this roster that can give what I can.
Todd Grisham: So, Chris, what would you first plan of action be?
Chris Jericho: Shh...it's a secret, I can't go giving my secrets away! No. But I will say, you gotta be watching what I do. Does it involve championships? Maybe. Maybe not. Does it involve me beating some ass clowns? Maybe...maybe not. Actually, probably. Does it involve a ladder? Boy I hope so. Some apes? Some dogs? Some apples? You never know with Ayatollah of Rock-N-Rolla! But all joking aside, I'm not laughing matter. I'm a serious threat, as many know.
Todd Grisham: When will you be making your first in ring appearance Chris?
Chris Jericho: God! You wanna know everything! Who knows? Maybe later this night. Maybe next week. Like I said, I'm not giving any secrets away, but it's gonna be big, it's gonna be huge, it's gonna be the Highlight of the Night! And let me tell you just one thing ass clown.
Todd Grisham: What?
Chris Jericho: The CWF will Never...EVERRRRRRRR... be the same, again.
Chris walks off leaving Todd with a roaring audience.
Todd Grisham: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great honor, that I introduce to you, the returned.....Chris Jericho! Y2J Ladies and Gentlemen!
Chris Jericho: Thank you. No, seriously, thank you. You know. Sitting at home just doesn't work for a wrestler. You get and itch. A drive. A desire to come back and kick some ass baby! So I was watching CWF at home one night, and thought, "Damn. What if, Y2J invaded that show?" So I made a few calls, and batta bing, batta boom, yours truly is THE NEWEST CWF SUPERSTAR! I've got some good plans, some good ideas for what I want, and am going to do here. I make wrestling interesting. With my unique hybrid wrestling style, and unparalleled background, there is no one on this roster that can give what I can.
Todd Grisham: So, Chris, what would you first plan of action be?
Chris Jericho: Shh...it's a secret, I can't go giving my secrets away! No. But I will say, you gotta be watching what I do. Does it involve championships? Maybe. Maybe not. Does it involve me beating some ass clowns? Maybe...maybe not. Actually, probably. Does it involve a ladder? Boy I hope so. Some apes? Some dogs? Some apples? You never know with Ayatollah of Rock-N-Rolla! But all joking aside, I'm not laughing matter. I'm a serious threat, as many know.
Todd Grisham: When will you be making your first in ring appearance Chris?
Chris Jericho: God! You wanna know everything! Who knows? Maybe later this night. Maybe next week. Like I said, I'm not giving any secrets away, but it's gonna be big, it's gonna be huge, it's gonna be the Highlight of the Night! And let me tell you just one thing ass clown.
Todd Grisham: What?
Chris Jericho: The CWF will Never...EVERRRRRRRR... be the same, again.
Chris walks off leaving Todd with a roaring audience.
Big Bossman is seen walking around backstage, when suddenly a loud clanging is heard as Bossman is knocked to the ground. Standing over him, with a steel chair in hand, is someone with a skull mask on and an 'I'm Awesome' t-shirt, as well as blue jeans and black shoes. The man raises the chair over his head and swings downward, striking Bossman again. He doesn't let up as he hits Bossman again and again in rapid succession. After eight hits, including the first two, the camera pans down as the man sits on Bossman's lower back and applies a Camel Clutch, wrenching back as Bossman begins to cry out in agony, the lenses of his sunglasses cracked and blood streaming down his face. After a moment of making Bossman suffer, the man releases the hold, getting to his feet and placing his foot on the back of Bossman's head, driving his face hard into the concrete floor. The man begins walking down the hallway as the camera pans to the ringside area.
Jim Ross: Who was that and why'd he attack Bossman so brutally?
Roddy Piper: I think it's Miz, I mean look at the t-shirt this guy was wearing.
Jim Ross: I suppose it's possible but how do you know it's not Muhammad Hassan? He did put Bossman in a Camel Clutch, after all.
Roddy Piper: Either way, we've got an Intercontinental Championship match to get to, Bossman or no Bossman.
The camera pans to the inside of the ring where Justin Roberts is standing, ready to do the introductions. The ring bell is sounded.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first...
The camera pans to the stage, where no one is coming out. No music is playing, no pyro is going off. Suddenly Muhammad Hassan is thrown through the air onto the steel, rolling a bit after making impact. The man that attacked Bossman walks out with a nightstick in hand as he begins to beat Hassan with it viciously, striking the head repeatedly and drawing blood. After twelve strikes the man holds the nightstick to Hassan's throat, choking him with it and forcing him to a vertical base. The man lets it go and it falls to the ground as he applies a full nelson and sweeps the legs, driving Muhammad into the stage with a Skull Crushing Finale. The man stands up and grabs Hassan by the ankles, dragging him backstage until he's out of view of the crowd. The camera follows them as the man is seen standing at the top of a staircase, holding Hassan by the throat in one hand and Bossman by the throat in the other. The man pulls both men close to him and chokeslams Hassan onto the top step, watching him roll down all of them until he's out of view. He then slams Bossman face first into the railing and kicks him, watching him roll heels over head down the stairs until he's also out of view.
Jim Ross: Somebody stop this guy!
As the man stands at the top of the staircase, observing his work, suddenly Miz comes charging from behind him, trying to hit him with the Intercontinental Championship. The man sidesteps, tripping Miz as the "Awesome One" goes tumbling down the stairs and the man snatches the title out of mid-air. He throws it over his shoulder and walks off as the camera pans back to Justin Roberts, standing there looking stunned. A backstage agent comes running down the ramp and enters the ring, whispering something into Justin's ear. The agent leaves as Justin relays what he was just told.
Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of what we just saw unfold, this match has been ruled a No Contest. So still your Intercontinental Champion, The Miz!
Jim Ross: Who was that and why'd he attack Bossman so brutally?
Roddy Piper: I think it's Miz, I mean look at the t-shirt this guy was wearing.
Jim Ross: I suppose it's possible but how do you know it's not Muhammad Hassan? He did put Bossman in a Camel Clutch, after all.
Roddy Piper: Either way, we've got an Intercontinental Championship match to get to, Bossman or no Bossman.
The camera pans to the inside of the ring where Justin Roberts is standing, ready to do the introductions. The ring bell is sounded.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first...
The camera pans to the stage, where no one is coming out. No music is playing, no pyro is going off. Suddenly Muhammad Hassan is thrown through the air onto the steel, rolling a bit after making impact. The man that attacked Bossman walks out with a nightstick in hand as he begins to beat Hassan with it viciously, striking the head repeatedly and drawing blood. After twelve strikes the man holds the nightstick to Hassan's throat, choking him with it and forcing him to a vertical base. The man lets it go and it falls to the ground as he applies a full nelson and sweeps the legs, driving Muhammad into the stage with a Skull Crushing Finale. The man stands up and grabs Hassan by the ankles, dragging him backstage until he's out of view of the crowd. The camera follows them as the man is seen standing at the top of a staircase, holding Hassan by the throat in one hand and Bossman by the throat in the other. The man pulls both men close to him and chokeslams Hassan onto the top step, watching him roll down all of them until he's out of view. He then slams Bossman face first into the railing and kicks him, watching him roll heels over head down the stairs until he's also out of view.
Jim Ross: Somebody stop this guy!
As the man stands at the top of the staircase, observing his work, suddenly Miz comes charging from behind him, trying to hit him with the Intercontinental Championship. The man sidesteps, tripping Miz as the "Awesome One" goes tumbling down the stairs and the man snatches the title out of mid-air. He throws it over his shoulder and walks off as the camera pans back to Justin Roberts, standing there looking stunned. A backstage agent comes running down the ramp and enters the ring, whispering something into Justin's ear. The agent leaves as Justin relays what he was just told.
Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of what we just saw unfold, this match has been ruled a No Contest. So still your Intercontinental Champion, The Miz!
Jim Ross: It all comes down to this, Roddy, the Undisputed Championship.
Roddy Piper: Yes sir, this is going to be a war to remember.
The ring bell is heard as the camera pans to Justin Roberts in the ring.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Undisputed Championship! Introducing first...
A drum beat is heard...
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES...
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The crowd cannot believe it, Christian is using his old music once again. There are pops and boo's heard throughout the arena as Christian comes out sporting a 'Peep Show' tank-top.
Justin Roberts: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 212 pounds, Christian!
Christian walks down the ramp, scouting the audience as the mixed-reaction continues. Christian walks down the ramp as he stops by the steel steps, he looks down to the floor before stepping up and entering the ring via the second ropes.
Justin Roberts: And the opponent...
"I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD, I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD, COME OOOON, BRING IT ON!!"
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Dolph Ziggler, wearing his Perfection T-Shirt, shows up on the top of the entrance ramp as he smiles at the loudly booing crowd and walks the way down to the ring.
Justin Roberts: From Hollywood, Florida. Weighing in at 223 pounds, Dolph Ziggler!
As Ziggler continues toward the ring, suddenly a man in the front row wearing blue jeans, black shoes, and a black hoodie with the Punisher skull on the front of it hops the barricade. His hood is up covering his face as he turns and takes down Dolph with a stiff lariat. He pulls the string from the hood until it comes loose and wraps it around Dolph's neck, pulling back and choking him as he begins to pull Ziggler up the ramp. To many people's surprise, Batista comes charging from the back as he grabs the attacker and spins him around. As Batista cocks his fist back, he is suddenly sprayed in the eyes with a dark green mist. As Batista clutches his face in pain, the man grabs Dolph and drags him backstage.
Jim Ross: What on Earth was that about? Who was that?
Roddy Piper: Nice to see security was doing their job.
Batista, now able to see, storms down the ramp and slides into the ring, getting to his feet as the bell is sounded.
vs.
DING DING!
Both men walk towards each other, standing nose-to-nose. Christian slaps Batista across the face, the crowd, "Oooh"-ing at the gesture and the impact made. Batista's head rocks with the impact, staying turned in the direction he was slapped in, a smile forming on his face. Big Dave laughs as he turns his head, the expression on his face becoming instantly seriously once he's eye-to-eye with his opponent again. Christian's expression becomes one of concern as Batista grabs him around the wrist and irish whips him into the nearest ropes, turning to face the "Instant Classic" as he is launched back towards the "Animal." Batista was setting up to catch Christian with a spinebuster but Christian stops his own momentum dead and delivers a knee to the groin, hooking his opponent's head and delivering a Snap DDT when he hunches over from the pain.
Christian stood in waiting as Batista used the ropes to climb to his feet. Once he had returned to a vertical base, Christian charged him and knocked him over the top rope to the outside of the ring. The "Instant Classic" took time to pose to the crowd, which proved to be foolish as Big Dave was already back inside the ring. Batista speared Christian to the mat, inspiring "oohs" from the crowd. Batista lifted Christian to his feet by the throat, choking him for a moment, then threw him hard into the nearest corner. Batista went over, grabbing the ropes, and began working on the abdomen of Christian with his patented shoulder thrusts. After a few, he lifted Christian up, turned, took a few steps out of the corner, and dropped him with a modified spinebuster. Batista pulled Christian up to his feet and placed his head between his legs, doing the thumbs down gesture, as he lifted his opponent up for the Batista Bomb.
Jim Ross: This one can't be over yet, can it?
As Batista got him up, Christian looked down and spit in his eyes, blinding him as Batista went stumbling backwards back first into the nearest corner. Christian landed on his feet, but stepped up onto the ropes and started hammering away at Batista's head with mounted punches as the crowd counted along in rapid succession.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
Christian looked around at the crowd for a moment, then continued punching, the crowd restarting the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
Christian went to start things off again but Batista headbutted him in the groin, causing him to fall in a split-legged seated position over Batista's shoulders, who capitalized on this and slammed him down with a Batista Bomb!
Roddy Piper: Well Jim, Christian managed to turn things around for a moment, but the Animal got his wish for that Batista Bomb. That may be all she wrote.
But unfortunately for Christian, Batista wasn't done as he grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his knees, then up to his feet. Batista reared back for a thunderous right hand but Christian palmed him across the face with a slap and pushed him backward into the corner again. Christian layed into Batista's chest with a few Ric Flair style chops, with the crowd wooing with each one.
CHOP! (Wooooooo!)
Christian reared back for another one.
CHOP! (Wooooooo!)
Christian got in position to deliver a third.
CHOP! (Wooooooo!)
He went for a fourth but Batista grabbed his wrist, turning and slamming him back first into the corner, then irish whipping him across the ring face first into the opposite one. Batista charged and delivered a running shoulder thrust to Christian's lower back then spun him around and began laying into his chest with chops of his own, only Batista's were a lot more quick and painful. The crowd counted along in rapid succession.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
ELEVEN!
TWELVE!
THIRTEEN!
FOURTEEN!
FIFTEEN!
SIXTEEN!
SEVENTEEN!
EIGHTEEN!
NINETEEN!
TWENTY!
Christian's chest was beet red as Batista whipped him back into the corner he came from. Christian hit face first as Batista hit him in the lower back with a shoulder thrust again. Batista then placed his foot between Christian's shoulder blades and pushed forward, pinning his chest against the turnbuckle pad, and then grabbed his arms and wrenched backward with them. Christian began to cry out in pain, then began to bite into the turnbuckle pad to suppress the screams, but the agony was written in his expression. His eyes clenched tight, his face red, his upper body red.
Jim Ross: These two are going to war in there, but I think it's advantage Batista. He has, after all, appeared to do more damage than he's received thus far.
Just as it looked like Christian's arms were about to be ripped out of their sockets right then and there, he had an idea as he ripped the turnbuckle pad loose with his mouth and jerked his head backwards to the side, hurling it over his shoulder and hitting Batista in the chest, causing him to break the hold. Christian turned around quickly and hit Batista in the chest with a big boot, bringing him down as Christian then fell to the mat as well.
Roddy Piper: The referee's beginning the count now. I hope at least one of these guys gets up, I'd hate to see the match end that way.
The referee stood in the center of where both men were laying and began his count.
1!
...
2!
...
3!
...
4!
...
5!
Batista rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up with his arms. Meanwhile Christian tried to push himself up with his arms, but it was no use, they seemed to have no life in them after Batista's attack.
6!
...
7!
Batista got to his feet and went right after Christian. He hooked Christian in full nelson position and lifted him into the air, coming crashing back down to the mat with a sitting full nelson bomb. Batista rolled from his sitting position, still holding Christian, as he brought the both of them back to their feet, and started really cranking on the pressure of the full nelson. He walked over to the corner and began beating Christian's face into the turnbuckle pad to make him dizzy so he couldn't fight out. That backfired though as Christian managed to throw his legs up and spring off of it, throwing both men backward and crashing to the mat, Batista absorbing most of the impact.
Jim Ross: Don't count Christian out just yet, Roddy!
Christian got to his feet, shaking his arms to try to get some life back into them as he looked down at Batista. Batista lay there out cold. Christian managed to get some feeling and movement out of his arms again as he went for the pin, but as he went for it, Batista revealed he was playing possum and delivered a kick to the abdomen of Christian, grabbing his arm and throwing him over where he was laying to the mat on the other side of him. Batista kipped up and began bouncing back and forth, flaunting his daunting specimen.
Roddy Piper: I don't think I've ever seen Batista do that!
Christian was up to his feet as Batista came charging at him with a lariat attempt. As soon as Batista got close, Christian leapt into the air and caught him in the face and chest with a standing dropkick as both men went crashing to the mat. The crowd started a "This Is Awesome" chant as Christian got up quickly. He looked at the fallen Batista, then at the turnbuckle and climbed up on it. He got in position but The Animal kipped up once again and charged the corner, hoping to knock Christian down with the impact, but Christian acted quickly. He leapt into a Frog Splash with as much air as he could get, knowing he would hit nothing but mat. Batista hit the turnbuckle as this happened and came staggering out of it as Christian got to his feet behind him.
Jim Ross: Certainly a daring risk on the part of the challenger.
Roddy Piper: It's dare or die, Jim. Dare or die.
Christian delivers a clubbing double axe handle to the upper back that sends Batista back into the corner. Christian takes full advantage of the situation as he lights into the back of the Animal with ferocity and quickness. Batista throws a kick backward into the shin of Christian to break up the barrage. It doesn't break it up long however as Christian raises his arms above his head, forming his fists together, seemingly planning to deliver a double axe handle to the top of the head. Batista sees this over his shoulder and sidesteps, Christian hitting his hands on the turnbuckle. In the brief moment that Christian is left open, Batista locks his arms around Christian's waist and launches out of the corner with a belly to back suplex!
Not long after impact, Batista gets up and brings Christian up from the mat, placing his head between his legs. Christian began punching Batista in the thigh to get him to break it up. It worked for a moment as Batista let go and backed off, allowing Christian to stand up, but then Batista decked him in the right eye. Christian held his eye as Batista went to deck him in the other one but Christian ducked and took him to the mat with a spear! The crowd cheered this as Christian grabbed Batista's ankles and dragged him toward the turnbuckle without the padding. He brought Batista to his feet, delivering a few punches on the way up, and then hooked his arm. Batista came to suddenly, but Christian saw this and reacted quickly, driving Batista head and face first into the exposed turnbuckle!
Jim Ross: Good Lord, Batista has just been split open by that turnbuckle!
Batista lay there with blood running from the cut on his forehead down his face as Christian stood over him. Christian looks to go for the pin, but instead grabs Batista by the neck and head and leads him back to this feet. Christian put Batista's head between his legs and did the thumbs down pose, crying out as he appeared to be going for the Batista Bomb. But before Christian could lift Batista up, Batista managed to shift the weight and get to his feet, holding Christian by the ankles so that his chest was touching Batista's back. Batista threw Kennedy forward and hit an Alabama Slam into the exposed turnbuckle.
Christian hit but unfortunately for him, came staggering out of the corner as Batista kicked him in the stomach and put his head between his legs. A gash could be seen on Christian's back as Batista hoisted him into the air and delivered a brutal powerbomb. Not long after Christian made impact with the mat, Batista kept hold of him and hoisted him up again, delivering another brutal powerbomb. The crowd has come unglued as Batista keeps hold and hoists Christian up for one more, getting as much height as possible and delivering it with as much strength as he could muster.
Roddy Piper: Yowza! Anybody got the number of this kid's chiropractor?
Jim Ross: The raw power of Batista is both impressive and intimidating.
Just when it seemed over, it could be seen that Batista still had hold of Christian, as he looked to go for a fourth. As Batista lifts Christian into the air, Christian throws a punch downward, extending his pinky so that he jabs Big Dave in the eye. Batista lets go as Christian goes over his head and slides down his back. Christian grabs Batista by the wrists and turns him, setting up for the Killswitch, following through and planting Batista with authority. Christian goes for the cover.
1!
NO!
Jim Ross: What will be left when these two are finished with this match?
Running off mostly adrenaline, Batista and Christian were both up as they began trading punches. After a back and forth exchange of about thirty seconds, Batista kicked Christian in the abdomen, grabbed him by both sides of the head, and threw him into the ring post like he weighed nothing. Christian went tumbling over it and crashed down onto the steel steps as Batista exited the ring and walked over, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up, throwing him into the ring. Batista got on the top turnbuckle and waited for his opponent to get up. When Christian got up, Big Dave dove, looking for a diving spear but Christian saw it coming and kicked him in the stomach, grabbed his wrists, then turned him and connected with the Killswitch again! Christian goes for the cover.
1!
2!
3...NO!
The crowd goes nuts as Batista gets the shoulder up at the last possible second. Christian runs into the ropes, looking to get the jump on his opponent but Batista catches him, turning him quickly and planting him on the mat with a spinebuster that seemed to shake the ring. As Christian lie there on the mat, Batista collapsed over him and hooked the leg as the referee counted.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner and STILL the CWF Undisputed Champion, Batista!
Roddy Piper: Yes sir, this is going to be a war to remember.
The ring bell is heard as the camera pans to Justin Roberts in the ring.
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Undisputed Championship! Introducing first...
A drum beat is heard...
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES...
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The crowd cannot believe it, Christian is using his old music once again. There are pops and boo's heard throughout the arena as Christian comes out sporting a 'Peep Show' tank-top.
Justin Roberts: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 212 pounds, Christian!
Christian walks down the ramp, scouting the audience as the mixed-reaction continues. Christian walks down the ramp as he stops by the steel steps, he looks down to the floor before stepping up and entering the ring via the second ropes.
Justin Roberts: And the opponent...
"I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD, I'M HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD, COME OOOON, BRING IT ON!!"
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Dolph Ziggler, wearing his Perfection T-Shirt, shows up on the top of the entrance ramp as he smiles at the loudly booing crowd and walks the way down to the ring.
Justin Roberts: From Hollywood, Florida. Weighing in at 223 pounds, Dolph Ziggler!
As Ziggler continues toward the ring, suddenly a man in the front row wearing blue jeans, black shoes, and a black hoodie with the Punisher skull on the front of it hops the barricade. His hood is up covering his face as he turns and takes down Dolph with a stiff lariat. He pulls the string from the hood until it comes loose and wraps it around Dolph's neck, pulling back and choking him as he begins to pull Ziggler up the ramp. To many people's surprise, Batista comes charging from the back as he grabs the attacker and spins him around. As Batista cocks his fist back, he is suddenly sprayed in the eyes with a dark green mist. As Batista clutches his face in pain, the man grabs Dolph and drags him backstage.
Jim Ross: What on Earth was that about? Who was that?
Roddy Piper: Nice to see security was doing their job.
Batista, now able to see, storms down the ramp and slides into the ring, getting to his feet as the bell is sounded.
DING DING!
Both men walk towards each other, standing nose-to-nose. Christian slaps Batista across the face, the crowd, "Oooh"-ing at the gesture and the impact made. Batista's head rocks with the impact, staying turned in the direction he was slapped in, a smile forming on his face. Big Dave laughs as he turns his head, the expression on his face becoming instantly seriously once he's eye-to-eye with his opponent again. Christian's expression becomes one of concern as Batista grabs him around the wrist and irish whips him into the nearest ropes, turning to face the "Instant Classic" as he is launched back towards the "Animal." Batista was setting up to catch Christian with a spinebuster but Christian stops his own momentum dead and delivers a knee to the groin, hooking his opponent's head and delivering a Snap DDT when he hunches over from the pain.
Christian stood in waiting as Batista used the ropes to climb to his feet. Once he had returned to a vertical base, Christian charged him and knocked him over the top rope to the outside of the ring. The "Instant Classic" took time to pose to the crowd, which proved to be foolish as Big Dave was already back inside the ring. Batista speared Christian to the mat, inspiring "oohs" from the crowd. Batista lifted Christian to his feet by the throat, choking him for a moment, then threw him hard into the nearest corner. Batista went over, grabbing the ropes, and began working on the abdomen of Christian with his patented shoulder thrusts. After a few, he lifted Christian up, turned, took a few steps out of the corner, and dropped him with a modified spinebuster. Batista pulled Christian up to his feet and placed his head between his legs, doing the thumbs down gesture, as he lifted his opponent up for the Batista Bomb.
Jim Ross: This one can't be over yet, can it?
As Batista got him up, Christian looked down and spit in his eyes, blinding him as Batista went stumbling backwards back first into the nearest corner. Christian landed on his feet, but stepped up onto the ropes and started hammering away at Batista's head with mounted punches as the crowd counted along in rapid succession.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
Christian looked around at the crowd for a moment, then continued punching, the crowd restarting the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
Christian went to start things off again but Batista headbutted him in the groin, causing him to fall in a split-legged seated position over Batista's shoulders, who capitalized on this and slammed him down with a Batista Bomb!
Roddy Piper: Well Jim, Christian managed to turn things around for a moment, but the Animal got his wish for that Batista Bomb. That may be all she wrote.
But unfortunately for Christian, Batista wasn't done as he grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his knees, then up to his feet. Batista reared back for a thunderous right hand but Christian palmed him across the face with a slap and pushed him backward into the corner again. Christian layed into Batista's chest with a few Ric Flair style chops, with the crowd wooing with each one.
CHOP! (Wooooooo!)
Christian reared back for another one.
CHOP! (Wooooooo!)
Christian got in position to deliver a third.
CHOP! (Wooooooo!)
He went for a fourth but Batista grabbed his wrist, turning and slamming him back first into the corner, then irish whipping him across the ring face first into the opposite one. Batista charged and delivered a running shoulder thrust to Christian's lower back then spun him around and began laying into his chest with chops of his own, only Batista's were a lot more quick and painful. The crowd counted along in rapid succession.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
ELEVEN!
TWELVE!
THIRTEEN!
FOURTEEN!
FIFTEEN!
SIXTEEN!
SEVENTEEN!
EIGHTEEN!
NINETEEN!
TWENTY!
Christian's chest was beet red as Batista whipped him back into the corner he came from. Christian hit face first as Batista hit him in the lower back with a shoulder thrust again. Batista then placed his foot between Christian's shoulder blades and pushed forward, pinning his chest against the turnbuckle pad, and then grabbed his arms and wrenched backward with them. Christian began to cry out in pain, then began to bite into the turnbuckle pad to suppress the screams, but the agony was written in his expression. His eyes clenched tight, his face red, his upper body red.
Jim Ross: These two are going to war in there, but I think it's advantage Batista. He has, after all, appeared to do more damage than he's received thus far.
Just as it looked like Christian's arms were about to be ripped out of their sockets right then and there, he had an idea as he ripped the turnbuckle pad loose with his mouth and jerked his head backwards to the side, hurling it over his shoulder and hitting Batista in the chest, causing him to break the hold. Christian turned around quickly and hit Batista in the chest with a big boot, bringing him down as Christian then fell to the mat as well.
Roddy Piper: The referee's beginning the count now. I hope at least one of these guys gets up, I'd hate to see the match end that way.
The referee stood in the center of where both men were laying and began his count.
1!
...
2!
...
3!
...
4!
...
5!
Batista rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up with his arms. Meanwhile Christian tried to push himself up with his arms, but it was no use, they seemed to have no life in them after Batista's attack.
6!
...
7!
Batista got to his feet and went right after Christian. He hooked Christian in full nelson position and lifted him into the air, coming crashing back down to the mat with a sitting full nelson bomb. Batista rolled from his sitting position, still holding Christian, as he brought the both of them back to their feet, and started really cranking on the pressure of the full nelson. He walked over to the corner and began beating Christian's face into the turnbuckle pad to make him dizzy so he couldn't fight out. That backfired though as Christian managed to throw his legs up and spring off of it, throwing both men backward and crashing to the mat, Batista absorbing most of the impact.
Jim Ross: Don't count Christian out just yet, Roddy!
Christian got to his feet, shaking his arms to try to get some life back into them as he looked down at Batista. Batista lay there out cold. Christian managed to get some feeling and movement out of his arms again as he went for the pin, but as he went for it, Batista revealed he was playing possum and delivered a kick to the abdomen of Christian, grabbing his arm and throwing him over where he was laying to the mat on the other side of him. Batista kipped up and began bouncing back and forth, flaunting his daunting specimen.
Roddy Piper: I don't think I've ever seen Batista do that!
Christian was up to his feet as Batista came charging at him with a lariat attempt. As soon as Batista got close, Christian leapt into the air and caught him in the face and chest with a standing dropkick as both men went crashing to the mat. The crowd started a "This Is Awesome" chant as Christian got up quickly. He looked at the fallen Batista, then at the turnbuckle and climbed up on it. He got in position but The Animal kipped up once again and charged the corner, hoping to knock Christian down with the impact, but Christian acted quickly. He leapt into a Frog Splash with as much air as he could get, knowing he would hit nothing but mat. Batista hit the turnbuckle as this happened and came staggering out of it as Christian got to his feet behind him.
Jim Ross: Certainly a daring risk on the part of the challenger.
Roddy Piper: It's dare or die, Jim. Dare or die.
Christian delivers a clubbing double axe handle to the upper back that sends Batista back into the corner. Christian takes full advantage of the situation as he lights into the back of the Animal with ferocity and quickness. Batista throws a kick backward into the shin of Christian to break up the barrage. It doesn't break it up long however as Christian raises his arms above his head, forming his fists together, seemingly planning to deliver a double axe handle to the top of the head. Batista sees this over his shoulder and sidesteps, Christian hitting his hands on the turnbuckle. In the brief moment that Christian is left open, Batista locks his arms around Christian's waist and launches out of the corner with a belly to back suplex!
Not long after impact, Batista gets up and brings Christian up from the mat, placing his head between his legs. Christian began punching Batista in the thigh to get him to break it up. It worked for a moment as Batista let go and backed off, allowing Christian to stand up, but then Batista decked him in the right eye. Christian held his eye as Batista went to deck him in the other one but Christian ducked and took him to the mat with a spear! The crowd cheered this as Christian grabbed Batista's ankles and dragged him toward the turnbuckle without the padding. He brought Batista to his feet, delivering a few punches on the way up, and then hooked his arm. Batista came to suddenly, but Christian saw this and reacted quickly, driving Batista head and face first into the exposed turnbuckle!
Jim Ross: Good Lord, Batista has just been split open by that turnbuckle!
Batista lay there with blood running from the cut on his forehead down his face as Christian stood over him. Christian looks to go for the pin, but instead grabs Batista by the neck and head and leads him back to this feet. Christian put Batista's head between his legs and did the thumbs down pose, crying out as he appeared to be going for the Batista Bomb. But before Christian could lift Batista up, Batista managed to shift the weight and get to his feet, holding Christian by the ankles so that his chest was touching Batista's back. Batista threw Kennedy forward and hit an Alabama Slam into the exposed turnbuckle.
Christian hit but unfortunately for him, came staggering out of the corner as Batista kicked him in the stomach and put his head between his legs. A gash could be seen on Christian's back as Batista hoisted him into the air and delivered a brutal powerbomb. Not long after Christian made impact with the mat, Batista kept hold of him and hoisted him up again, delivering another brutal powerbomb. The crowd has come unglued as Batista keeps hold and hoists Christian up for one more, getting as much height as possible and delivering it with as much strength as he could muster.
Roddy Piper: Yowza! Anybody got the number of this kid's chiropractor?
Jim Ross: The raw power of Batista is both impressive and intimidating.
Just when it seemed over, it could be seen that Batista still had hold of Christian, as he looked to go for a fourth. As Batista lifts Christian into the air, Christian throws a punch downward, extending his pinky so that he jabs Big Dave in the eye. Batista lets go as Christian goes over his head and slides down his back. Christian grabs Batista by the wrists and turns him, setting up for the Killswitch, following through and planting Batista with authority. Christian goes for the cover.
1!
NO!
Jim Ross: What will be left when these two are finished with this match?
Running off mostly adrenaline, Batista and Christian were both up as they began trading punches. After a back and forth exchange of about thirty seconds, Batista kicked Christian in the abdomen, grabbed him by both sides of the head, and threw him into the ring post like he weighed nothing. Christian went tumbling over it and crashed down onto the steel steps as Batista exited the ring and walked over, grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up, throwing him into the ring. Batista got on the top turnbuckle and waited for his opponent to get up. When Christian got up, Big Dave dove, looking for a diving spear but Christian saw it coming and kicked him in the stomach, grabbed his wrists, then turned him and connected with the Killswitch again! Christian goes for the cover.
1!
2!
3...NO!
The crowd goes nuts as Batista gets the shoulder up at the last possible second. Christian runs into the ropes, looking to get the jump on his opponent but Batista catches him, turning him quickly and planting him on the mat with a spinebuster that seemed to shake the ring. As Christian lie there on the mat, Batista collapsed over him and hooked the leg as the referee counted.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING!
Justin Roberts: Here is your winner and STILL the CWF Undisputed Champion, Batista!
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'Smoke and Mirrors' begins blasting out as Cody Rhodes's titantron is lit up, the crowd begins booing as Cody Rhodes comes from behind the curtain wearing a white and black hoodie. Cody is carrying a microphone as he begins speaking as the music slowly fades out.
Cody Rhodes:
Ah it amazes me, coming out here and listening to you people complain the instant moment my music hits. It's a shame that you people cannot accept the greatness that I fullfil, it's a shame that I am a second generation superstar and my father is somewhat called a 'great'. My father is a useless man to me, he puts the name 'Rhodes' to shame, my half-brother Goldust also puts the name to shame. Let me explain clearly so you people can understand, my father Dusty Rhodes is an embarrassment. To this day, I still get embarrassed knowing he is my father, he wrestled in polka dots. There is nothing great about who he was, my half-brother Goldust has schizophrenia or believes he does, you people are just like my family. An embarrassment.
The crowd begins chanting 'YOU ARE CODY', Cody isn't impressed and addresses the crowd.
I am far from an embarrassment, if you're recalling about my previous career here in CWF. I've stated I've never cared about the business, not until I am given something. I've been watching this company carefully and tonight's main event is a disgrace in my eyes. There's nothing special about watching Batista and Christian try fool you unintelligence people, time after time I've watched them try get you cheering... Those are the kind of people I call... desperate. I don't need anybody to cheer or boo me, I am myself. I am Cody Rhodes, a second generation superstar with a lot of potential. Earlier on the night we saw Shawn Michaels return to wrestling, we saw Chris Jericho come out trying Version 3 of himself... This company is an embarrasssment, we have people trying to fool one another far too much that it's becoming a complete haze. CWF isn't exactly crystal clear, I'd say it's more of a fog. The reason I put it this way is majorly because a man who promised he'd never return to in-ring action has blatantly lied to every single one of you. While you rise from your seats the instant moment 'Sexy Boy' is played from the arena, you seem to forget that Shawn Michaels is a very, very old man. A man who should have stayed at home with his loving family, but it's people like Shawn Michaels who disrespect someone like me. I am a young person, at the age of twenty-six... I continued to be looked down, but this time around I'm not taking letting guys like Eddie Guerrero, Rob Van Dam, Chris Jericho get the better of me. While these guys have been part of the wrestling business for so long, they should move aside and allow people like me to shine as your 'Future' Champion.
The crowd boo's, Cody pulls something out of his pocket and it's a DX hat. He walks up to a little kid who is sitting with his father.
This hat here, it's an utter disgrace. You people are delusional, wasting your money on this. You'd want this for Christmas wouldn't you kid?
The little boy looks excited, nods his head as his father is believing Cody will give it to him as Cody places it on the little kid's head but then removes it and laughs.
No Christmas for you. While you delusional people continue to spend your money on merchandise such as DX and Shawn Michaels... I don't need to have money wasted on me. After all, I am the reason you people watch me. Sting, you're the General Manager around here now do me a favor and book me in a match against Shawn Michaels, I'm begging you. Many are wondering, why the hatred for a fan favorite? It's because Shawn is nothing but a fraud, a joke. He thinks he can just step back into a business like this? You think after you cheated and allowed Christian to become Champion will still get you respect around here? Oh! How these people forget things quickly... It's a complete shame I had to remind you all about it once again. Shawn, what I want to know is why did you come back? Why did you lie to these people? Either way, I am going to make sure you stay retired one way or another because your return to the ring will be short. Once I put you to shame, it will be donned... The rise of Cody Rhodes.
Cody Rhodes begins laughing as he drops the microphone after around ten seconds, the crowd boo's him heavily as Cody Rhodes heads backstage.
'Smoke and Mirrors' begins blasting out as Cody Rhodes's titantron is lit up, the crowd begins booing as Cody Rhodes comes from behind the curtain wearing a white and black hoodie. Cody is carrying a microphone as he begins speaking as the music slowly fades out.
Cody Rhodes:
Ah it amazes me, coming out here and listening to you people complain the instant moment my music hits. It's a shame that you people cannot accept the greatness that I fullfil, it's a shame that I am a second generation superstar and my father is somewhat called a 'great'. My father is a useless man to me, he puts the name 'Rhodes' to shame, my half-brother Goldust also puts the name to shame. Let me explain clearly so you people can understand, my father Dusty Rhodes is an embarrassment. To this day, I still get embarrassed knowing he is my father, he wrestled in polka dots. There is nothing great about who he was, my half-brother Goldust has schizophrenia or believes he does, you people are just like my family. An embarrassment.
The crowd begins chanting 'YOU ARE CODY', Cody isn't impressed and addresses the crowd.
I am far from an embarrassment, if you're recalling about my previous career here in CWF. I've stated I've never cared about the business, not until I am given something. I've been watching this company carefully and tonight's main event is a disgrace in my eyes. There's nothing special about watching Batista and Christian try fool you unintelligence people, time after time I've watched them try get you cheering... Those are the kind of people I call... desperate. I don't need anybody to cheer or boo me, I am myself. I am Cody Rhodes, a second generation superstar with a lot of potential. Earlier on the night we saw Shawn Michaels return to wrestling, we saw Chris Jericho come out trying Version 3 of himself... This company is an embarrasssment, we have people trying to fool one another far too much that it's becoming a complete haze. CWF isn't exactly crystal clear, I'd say it's more of a fog. The reason I put it this way is majorly because a man who promised he'd never return to in-ring action has blatantly lied to every single one of you. While you rise from your seats the instant moment 'Sexy Boy' is played from the arena, you seem to forget that Shawn Michaels is a very, very old man. A man who should have stayed at home with his loving family, but it's people like Shawn Michaels who disrespect someone like me. I am a young person, at the age of twenty-six... I continued to be looked down, but this time around I'm not taking letting guys like Eddie Guerrero, Rob Van Dam, Chris Jericho get the better of me. While these guys have been part of the wrestling business for so long, they should move aside and allow people like me to shine as your 'Future' Champion.
The crowd boo's, Cody pulls something out of his pocket and it's a DX hat. He walks up to a little kid who is sitting with his father.
This hat here, it's an utter disgrace. You people are delusional, wasting your money on this. You'd want this for Christmas wouldn't you kid?
The little boy looks excited, nods his head as his father is believing Cody will give it to him as Cody places it on the little kid's head but then removes it and laughs.
No Christmas for you. While you delusional people continue to spend your money on merchandise such as DX and Shawn Michaels... I don't need to have money wasted on me. After all, I am the reason you people watch me. Sting, you're the General Manager around here now do me a favor and book me in a match against Shawn Michaels, I'm begging you. Many are wondering, why the hatred for a fan favorite? It's because Shawn is nothing but a fraud, a joke. He thinks he can just step back into a business like this? You think after you cheated and allowed Christian to become Champion will still get you respect around here? Oh! How these people forget things quickly... It's a complete shame I had to remind you all about it once again. Shawn, what I want to know is why did you come back? Why did you lie to these people? Either way, I am going to make sure you stay retired one way or another because your return to the ring will be short. Once I put you to shame, it will be donned... The rise of Cody Rhodes.
Cody Rhodes begins laughing as he drops the microphone after around ten seconds, the crowd boo's him heavily as Cody Rhodes heads backstage.
OOC: Picking up Rhodes, feedback please?
I'm just not even going to say anything. You've gone back and forth across 5-6 different characters, settling on the fact you'll pick when you get back, only to ignore that and pick Rhodes basically the next day. This better be the last time.
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Justin Roberts: The following contest is a ladder match and it is for the CWF Hardcore Championship!
WOO WOO WOO! YOU KNOW IT!
The crowd pops loudly as "Long Island Iced Z" Zack Ryder makes his way out to ringside for his title match here tonight. He looks out to the women in the crowd and tells them to call him.
JR: This might well be the biggest night in this young man's career thus far!
Piper: And he's gonna fail big time, I just know it, Ross! Woo Woo Woo and all that stuff!
Ryder climbs into the ring and throw up the LI much to the delight of the crowd. Just as he does....
THE TRUTH.......HAS SET ME FREE!
The crowd's cheers quickly turn into boos as R-Truth emerges from the back with a big scowl on his face. He yells out to the crowd "SHUT UP!" as he hastily makes his way down the ramp.
Piper: This is my pick to win here tonight! I like this R-Truth guy!
JR: Certainly no doubt that R-Truth has the necessary tools to get the job done here tonight!
Truth enters the ring and starts trash talking Ryder to his face. The referee separates the two as the theme of Austin Aries hits.
The crowd continues to boo as Austin Aries comes out from the back and mocks the people in attendance here tonight. He cockily strolls down the ramp towards the ring.
Piper: This Austin Aries guy has amazing potential to be great, JR! If only he could learn to keep his mouth shut and just fight!
JR: Austin Aries might be the dark horse to win this thing here tonight, but all 3 of these men have to contend with the reigning champion The Game!
Aries enters the ring with Truth and Ryder and joins them at staring up at the suspended Hardcore title belt. Just then.....
MY TIME! MY TIME!
The crowd jolts back up again as "The Game" Triple H, the current CWF Hardcore Champion comes down the ramp minus Stephanie tonight. He takes a good look at the ring and calmly walks down the ramp.
JR: With a determined look on his face while staring his opponents down, Triple H just oozes confidence.
Piper: Not to mention he bleeds that intimidation factor.
Triple H walks to the ring and climbs onto the apron. He looks out towards the crowd and raises his arms high and spits water up into the air. He then walks into the ring and faces his 3 opponents.
JR: This match is indeed sure to be one hell of a slobber-knocker!
Piper: You're not lying, JR! I can't wait! Hey ref, ring the damn bell!
The bell rings as all 4 men exit the ring and grab ladders from the outside. As Ryder grabs a ladder, Aries throws his at Ryder and Ryder falls to the mat. Meanwhile, Triple H throws a ladder into the ring. After he does, Truth nails him in the midsection with his ladder. He tosses the ladder to the ground and DDT's Triple H on top of it. Aries takes Ryder and props him on a ladder that is propped up on the side of the ring. Aries climbs onto the barricade and leaps forward with a somersault. Ryder moves out of the way and Aries crashes and burns on the ladder.
Piper: Not a smart move at all!
JR: You got that right, partner!
Truth slides into the ring and sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring. As he does, Ryder interupts and stops him from climbing up. Ryder connects with punches until he backs Truth up into the corner. He then runs towards him and nails him with an forearm smash. Truth falls down against the corner. Ryder sizes him up and fist pumps as the crowd chants "WOO! WOO! WOO!" He then runs and nails the Broski Boot. Ryder looks over towards the ladder and starts to climb.
JR: Zack Ryder looking to end this one early.
Piper: This could be the upset of the century!
As Ryder gets one run away, Triple H appears out of nowhere and clubs him in the back. Ryder falls limp on the ladder but remains on the ladder. Triple H climbs the opposite side and contemplates reaching for the title. Instead, he lifts Ryder up and puts him in Pedigree position and Triple H Pedigrees Ryder off the ladder and to the mat below.
JR: GOOD GOD!
Piper: JESUS, JR!
Triple H and Ryder are crumbled on the mat below and Truth is still feeling the effects of the Broski Boot. Aries rolls into the ring and starts to climb the ladder. He does so very groggily as he's still feeling the effects of his crash and burn. Just as he reaches the top and goes for the belt, Truth gets up, runs up the rungs of the ladder and grabs Aries and nails a Pay Dirt off of the ladder so all 4 men are down and out.
JR: This match is already barbaric! All 4 men are down and out!
Piper: I love it, JR! These are my type of matches!
Ryder and Triple H are starting to stir and both are using the ropes to make it back to their feet. Then they start trading blows with each other with surprisingly Ryder getting the upper hand. He whips Triple H into the ropes then runs to the opposite ropes. Triple H tries to clothesline him but Ryder ducks then meets Triple H on the rebound with a Ruff Ryder.
JR: And Zack Ryder hits the Ruff Ryder!
Piper: This kid just might do it here tonight!
Ryder then starts climbing the ladder. Meanwhile, Truth has slid out of the ring and has a chair in hand. He slides into the ring and just as Ryder reaches the title, Truth nails Ryder in the back with the chair. Ryder falls to the mat immediately. Truth turns around and Aries hits Truth with a spinning heel kick into the chair connecting with Truth's face. Aries then starts climbing the ladder himself and nears the top as Triple H gets to his feet. Meanwhile, Ryder has slid out of the ring and has grabbed a table and starts setting it up on the outside of the ring. Triple H and Aries are climbing the ladder towards the title belt. Both men get to the top and start exchanging righ hands near the belt. Truth gets to his feet and sees this and decides to take action. He grabs Aries off one side of the ladder and powerbombs him off. Tripl H reaches for the belt but Ryder grabs the ladder and tips it backwards, sending Triple H off the ladder, out of the ring, and through the table set up outside.
JR: TRIPLE H! OH MY GOD!
Piper: He's gotta be dead, JR!
Ryder and Truth are left staring at each other and then both look up towards the title. Both men are exchanging right hands with Truth getting the upper hand. He sends Ryder into the ropes and he nails him with a back body drop. Truth then decides to grab another ladder from the outside and bring it into the ring. HE sets it up and starts climbing. Aries makes it to his feet and starts climbing as well. Both men are fighting at the top of the ladder as Ryder starts to climb ladder 1. Ryder reaches for the title just as Aries knocks Truth off the ladder and makes him land crotch first on the ropes. Truth falls out of the ring and to the matt below. Aries decides to risk it all and hops from one ladder to another and tries to hurricanrana Ryder off the ladder. Ryder blocks this and sunset flips him over his head and to the mat below. Ryder is left all alone.
JR: Is Zack Ryder going to do it?!
Piper: What an underdog story if he can!
Ryder lifts his arms up and grabs the title out of the rungs as the bell sounds.
YOUR WINNER AND NEW CWF HARDCORE CHAMPION "LONG ISLAND ICED Z" ZACK RYDER!!!
JR: HE DID IT! ZACK RYDER HAS WON GOLD IN CWF!
Piper: I can't believe it, Ross! Ryder beat 3 other talented gifted athletes and became CWF Hardcore Champion. That's what I love about the CWF. You never know what is gonna go down!
JR: That you certainly don't!
Aries and Truth are slowly making their way towards the back as Ryder is celebrating in the ring with his newly-won title as the fans are going crazy. Ryder hops into the crowd with his title and starts partying it up with the fans. He and the fans are fist-pumping together in unison as EMT's rush down to check on the state of Triple H. He's not movie so they pack him up and start wheeling him up the ramp.
JR: Triple H is being escorted out. This isn't good, Roddy!
Piper: Triple H is a tough guy but I can't think of anyone who can take a fall like that and truly be alright.
Triple H is wheeled out of the arena as Ryder starts walking up the ramp yelling "WOO WOO WOO!" with the crowd.
WOO WOO WOO! YOU KNOW IT!
The crowd pops loudly as "Long Island Iced Z" Zack Ryder makes his way out to ringside for his title match here tonight. He looks out to the women in the crowd and tells them to call him.
JR: This might well be the biggest night in this young man's career thus far!
Piper: And he's gonna fail big time, I just know it, Ross! Woo Woo Woo and all that stuff!
Ryder climbs into the ring and throw up the LI much to the delight of the crowd. Just as he does....
THE TRUTH.......HAS SET ME FREE!
The crowd's cheers quickly turn into boos as R-Truth emerges from the back with a big scowl on his face. He yells out to the crowd "SHUT UP!" as he hastily makes his way down the ramp.
Piper: This is my pick to win here tonight! I like this R-Truth guy!
JR: Certainly no doubt that R-Truth has the necessary tools to get the job done here tonight!
Truth enters the ring and starts trash talking Ryder to his face. The referee separates the two as the theme of Austin Aries hits.
The crowd continues to boo as Austin Aries comes out from the back and mocks the people in attendance here tonight. He cockily strolls down the ramp towards the ring.
Piper: This Austin Aries guy has amazing potential to be great, JR! If only he could learn to keep his mouth shut and just fight!
JR: Austin Aries might be the dark horse to win this thing here tonight, but all 3 of these men have to contend with the reigning champion The Game!
Aries enters the ring with Truth and Ryder and joins them at staring up at the suspended Hardcore title belt. Just then.....
MY TIME! MY TIME!
The crowd jolts back up again as "The Game" Triple H, the current CWF Hardcore Champion comes down the ramp minus Stephanie tonight. He takes a good look at the ring and calmly walks down the ramp.
JR: With a determined look on his face while staring his opponents down, Triple H just oozes confidence.
Piper: Not to mention he bleeds that intimidation factor.
Triple H walks to the ring and climbs onto the apron. He looks out towards the crowd and raises his arms high and spits water up into the air. He then walks into the ring and faces his 3 opponents.
JR: This match is indeed sure to be one hell of a slobber-knocker!
Piper: You're not lying, JR! I can't wait! Hey ref, ring the damn bell!
The bell rings as all 4 men exit the ring and grab ladders from the outside. As Ryder grabs a ladder, Aries throws his at Ryder and Ryder falls to the mat. Meanwhile, Triple H throws a ladder into the ring. After he does, Truth nails him in the midsection with his ladder. He tosses the ladder to the ground and DDT's Triple H on top of it. Aries takes Ryder and props him on a ladder that is propped up on the side of the ring. Aries climbs onto the barricade and leaps forward with a somersault. Ryder moves out of the way and Aries crashes and burns on the ladder.
Piper: Not a smart move at all!
JR: You got that right, partner!
Truth slides into the ring and sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring. As he does, Ryder interupts and stops him from climbing up. Ryder connects with punches until he backs Truth up into the corner. He then runs towards him and nails him with an forearm smash. Truth falls down against the corner. Ryder sizes him up and fist pumps as the crowd chants "WOO! WOO! WOO!" He then runs and nails the Broski Boot. Ryder looks over towards the ladder and starts to climb.
JR: Zack Ryder looking to end this one early.
Piper: This could be the upset of the century!
As Ryder gets one run away, Triple H appears out of nowhere and clubs him in the back. Ryder falls limp on the ladder but remains on the ladder. Triple H climbs the opposite side and contemplates reaching for the title. Instead, he lifts Ryder up and puts him in Pedigree position and Triple H Pedigrees Ryder off the ladder and to the mat below.
JR: GOOD GOD!
Piper: JESUS, JR!
Triple H and Ryder are crumbled on the mat below and Truth is still feeling the effects of the Broski Boot. Aries rolls into the ring and starts to climb the ladder. He does so very groggily as he's still feeling the effects of his crash and burn. Just as he reaches the top and goes for the belt, Truth gets up, runs up the rungs of the ladder and grabs Aries and nails a Pay Dirt off of the ladder so all 4 men are down and out.
JR: This match is already barbaric! All 4 men are down and out!
Piper: I love it, JR! These are my type of matches!
Ryder and Triple H are starting to stir and both are using the ropes to make it back to their feet. Then they start trading blows with each other with surprisingly Ryder getting the upper hand. He whips Triple H into the ropes then runs to the opposite ropes. Triple H tries to clothesline him but Ryder ducks then meets Triple H on the rebound with a Ruff Ryder.
JR: And Zack Ryder hits the Ruff Ryder!
Piper: This kid just might do it here tonight!
Ryder then starts climbing the ladder. Meanwhile, Truth has slid out of the ring and has a chair in hand. He slides into the ring and just as Ryder reaches the title, Truth nails Ryder in the back with the chair. Ryder falls to the mat immediately. Truth turns around and Aries hits Truth with a spinning heel kick into the chair connecting with Truth's face. Aries then starts climbing the ladder himself and nears the top as Triple H gets to his feet. Meanwhile, Ryder has slid out of the ring and has grabbed a table and starts setting it up on the outside of the ring. Triple H and Aries are climbing the ladder towards the title belt. Both men get to the top and start exchanging righ hands near the belt. Truth gets to his feet and sees this and decides to take action. He grabs Aries off one side of the ladder and powerbombs him off. Tripl H reaches for the belt but Ryder grabs the ladder and tips it backwards, sending Triple H off the ladder, out of the ring, and through the table set up outside.
JR: TRIPLE H! OH MY GOD!
Piper: He's gotta be dead, JR!
Ryder and Truth are left staring at each other and then both look up towards the title. Both men are exchanging right hands with Truth getting the upper hand. He sends Ryder into the ropes and he nails him with a back body drop. Truth then decides to grab another ladder from the outside and bring it into the ring. HE sets it up and starts climbing. Aries makes it to his feet and starts climbing as well. Both men are fighting at the top of the ladder as Ryder starts to climb ladder 1. Ryder reaches for the title just as Aries knocks Truth off the ladder and makes him land crotch first on the ropes. Truth falls out of the ring and to the matt below. Aries decides to risk it all and hops from one ladder to another and tries to hurricanrana Ryder off the ladder. Ryder blocks this and sunset flips him over his head and to the mat below. Ryder is left all alone.
JR: Is Zack Ryder going to do it?!
Piper: What an underdog story if he can!
Ryder lifts his arms up and grabs the title out of the rungs as the bell sounds.
YOUR WINNER AND NEW CWF HARDCORE CHAMPION "LONG ISLAND ICED Z" ZACK RYDER!!!
JR: HE DID IT! ZACK RYDER HAS WON GOLD IN CWF!
Piper: I can't believe it, Ross! Ryder beat 3 other talented gifted athletes and became CWF Hardcore Champion. That's what I love about the CWF. You never know what is gonna go down!
JR: That you certainly don't!
Aries and Truth are slowly making their way towards the back as Ryder is celebrating in the ring with his newly-won title as the fans are going crazy. Ryder hops into the crowd with his title and starts partying it up with the fans. He and the fans are fist-pumping together in unison as EMT's rush down to check on the state of Triple H. He's not movie so they pack him up and start wheeling him up the ramp.
JR: Triple H is being escorted out. This isn't good, Roddy!
Piper: Triple H is a tough guy but I can't think of anyone who can take a fall like that and truly be alright.
Triple H is wheeled out of the arena as Ryder starts walking up the ramp yelling "WOO WOO WOO!" with the crowd.
Whoa whoa whoa! I'm going to step in for a moment and say that the result of the Hardcore Championship match NEEDS to be changed. The TTing has gone 3-2-2, and the guy that did 3 TTs is Bully D, who does not play Zack Ryder. Deuce plays Ryder and he has been delaying putting up a 3rd post, and as far as I'm concerned it's too late now, which is why the IC and World title matches are staying the way they are even though guys posted for those matches today.
Therefore, R-Truth should be the winner of the Hardcore Championship, so I'd like that to be changed and the PPV not to be put up until it is. I don't want Bully being screwed out of the title he clearly deserves.
Therefore, R-Truth should be the winner of the Hardcore Championship, so I'd like that to be changed and the PPV not to be put up until it is. I don't want Bully being screwed out of the title he clearly deserves.
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I know he TTed, and he has had enough time to TT. I know he has had personal issues, but by all accounts that was in the past day or so. You don't TT earlier and leave it last minute, you pay the price.
As the crowd expects the next match or something rather, the lights darken to the point where only a green glow from the entrance ramp is visible. Then, the titantron brightens as a guitar riff and a drum beat are heard simultaneously...
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“Rob Van Dam! ... The Whole Fucking Show!â€
As green lights roamed the arena, brushing over all the screaming CWF fans providing RVD with a myriad of cheers, RVD emerges through the smoke to an even louder response than that preceding it. Microphone in hand, he lets his theme by Kushinator fade out along with the cheers before addressing the CWF audience.
Rob Van Dam
What’s up, dudes?
The fans cheer for the whole fucking show, but he abruptly cuts their adorations short, interjecting in.
Actually... nah, turns out I don’t give a shit. Ha, fancy that? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. What matters though, is that RVD--now Mr. CWF--has single-handedly increased this roster’s star power tenfold.
Completely unaccustomed to this side of Van Dam, the crowd boos Van Dam sparsely, but he simply rubs it off and rolls into the ring, before returning to speak.
That hesitancy? That’s called fear. You dudes have no idea what yours truly is capable of, when I’ve got my mind right. Heck, when I held the ECW Television Championship for 23 months and brought it’s prestige to heights reserved only for the gods of men, far higher than any world championship, you disrespectful ingrates that boo me... well, you were disrespectful ingrates.
No hesitation now as the CWF crowd boo RVD, one even shouting “get out of here, stoner!â€, but Van Dam doesn’t even respond--not worth his time.
You see dudes, as soon as RVD, stepped onto this PPV, everything prior and post this will become irrelevant. Be that as it may, let this be a warning to any people that may question otherwise. Dude. Please, I’m Rob Van Dam. I’m the Whole Fucking Show.
With that being said, boos begin to erupt around the arena as Van Dam shrugs and drops his microphone. It’s barely heard; what Van Dam says. But it’s enough to make out the words “time to get smoking,†as CWF heads to otherwise programming.
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“Rob Van Dam! ... The Whole Fucking Show!â€
As green lights roamed the arena, brushing over all the screaming CWF fans providing RVD with a myriad of cheers, RVD emerges through the smoke to an even louder response than that preceding it. Microphone in hand, he lets his theme by Kushinator fade out along with the cheers before addressing the CWF audience.
Rob Van Dam
What’s up, dudes?
The fans cheer for the whole fucking show, but he abruptly cuts their adorations short, interjecting in.
Actually... nah, turns out I don’t give a shit. Ha, fancy that? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. What matters though, is that RVD--now Mr. CWF--has single-handedly increased this roster’s star power tenfold.
Completely unaccustomed to this side of Van Dam, the crowd boos Van Dam sparsely, but he simply rubs it off and rolls into the ring, before returning to speak.
That hesitancy? That’s called fear. You dudes have no idea what yours truly is capable of, when I’ve got my mind right. Heck, when I held the ECW Television Championship for 23 months and brought it’s prestige to heights reserved only for the gods of men, far higher than any world championship, you disrespectful ingrates that boo me... well, you were disrespectful ingrates.
No hesitation now as the CWF crowd boo RVD, one even shouting “get out of here, stoner!â€, but Van Dam doesn’t even respond--not worth his time.
You see dudes, as soon as RVD, stepped onto this PPV, everything prior and post this will become irrelevant. Be that as it may, let this be a warning to any people that may question otherwise. Dude. Please, I’m Rob Van Dam. I’m the Whole Fucking Show.
With that being said, boos begin to erupt around the arena as Van Dam shrugs and drops his microphone. It’s barely heard; what Van Dam says. But it’s enough to make out the words “time to get smoking,†as CWF heads to otherwise programming.
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We return from the backstage segment as Wade Barrett is already in the ring.
The crowd comes alive as "The Hardcore Legend" Mick Foley makes his way down to ringside. The crowd is going crazy as the fabled "Man of Many Faces" walks down the ramp. He holds both his arms up in acknowledgment to his fans
Foley walks around the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside and some of them giving him pats on the back. He is handed a microphone by the time keeper and, when he gets the mic, he rolls into the ring. He stands up and looks out over his sea of fans, almost blinding him with flash photography.
Piper: This one is for sure not going to be pretty Jim.
Jim Ross: These two have had a few altercations, but this is where they finally meet.
- Ding Ding Ding -
The bell sounds as Barrett instantly kicks Foley in the stomach, Barrett looks for a gutwrench suplex but is unable to lift Foley. Foley punches Barrett before pushing him towards the ropes, Barrett springs off the ropes as he knees Foley in the stomach. Barrett then does a couple of punches to Foley's back, Barrett then goes to the corner turnbuckle as Foley gets to his feet and approaches Barrett, Barrett leaps off the second rope but Foley punches him as Barrett flips over. Foley grabs Barrett as Foley connects with a DDT. Foley goes for a pinfall.
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Kick Out!
Foley gets to his feet as he goes to the corner turnbuckle, Barrett gets to his feet as he hits the ropes as Foley drops down to a seating position. Barrett then gets onto the second ropes as it looks as if Barrett is preparing a Superplex but instead Barrett goes behind Foley as they both get to a standing position on the corner turnbuckle. Barrett elbows Foley in the stomach before placing Foley onto his shoulders as Barrett looks for the Wasteland but Foley counters into a Double Arm DDT as Foley leaps towards the apron as Barrett smashes his head hard on the apron!
Jim Ross: BAH GAWD! Barrett's busted open!
Foley grabs Barrett as he rolls him back into the ring as Foley goes for a pinfall.
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2...
Barrett's feet just touches the ropes!
Piper: Listen to the crowd! Absolutely hatred for Wade Barrett here!
The crowd boo's heavily as they cannot believe what's going on. Foley's not having this, Foley rolls out of the ring grabbing Barrett as the referee begins counting both men.
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Foley takes off the announcer's table desk as he grabs Barrett in a double-arm DDT position.
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Foley prepares but Barrett somewhat manages to reverse as Barrett has Foley in the Wasteland position but Foley re-reverses before implanting a huge Double-Arm DDT on Barrett!
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Foley tries to crawl into the ring but the bell sounds.
As a result of a Double Countout, this match is a DRAW!
Crowd: REMATCH! REMATCH!
Out comes Sting from behind the curtain to no music as he has a microphone.
Sting: The crowd wants a rematch, you've got it... This is now a No Disqualification match and there must be a winner!
Jim Ross: In such a short match, so much has happened! Now it's a NO Disqualification!
Foley sees Barrett's down and out, he grabs Barrett and tries to force him back into the ring. Foley makes the pinfall.
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2...
KICK OUT!
Piper: Barrett is just not giving up no matter how busted open he is.
Foley gets to one knee as he pushes himself up to his feet, he grabs Barrett and lifts him up as Jim Ross gets to his feet on the commentary.
Jim Ross: Don't do it Foley, don't... You'll hurt him!
Foley smiles as he does his "Bang Bang" pose as he steps onto the second ropes as he gets to the top, Foley is dragging Barrett by the head. Foley grabs Barrett and positions him into a piledriver position from the top rope as Foley then leaps as Foley connects with a piledriver. Foley then makes the pinfall.
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Winner by pinfall, Mick Foley!
Piper: Unbelievable...
The crowd comes alive as "The Hardcore Legend" Mick Foley makes his way down to ringside. The crowd is going crazy as the fabled "Man of Many Faces" walks down the ramp. He holds both his arms up in acknowledgment to his fans
Foley walks around the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside and some of them giving him pats on the back. He is handed a microphone by the time keeper and, when he gets the mic, he rolls into the ring. He stands up and looks out over his sea of fans, almost blinding him with flash photography.
Piper: This one is for sure not going to be pretty Jim.
Jim Ross: These two have had a few altercations, but this is where they finally meet.
- Ding Ding Ding -
The bell sounds as Barrett instantly kicks Foley in the stomach, Barrett looks for a gutwrench suplex but is unable to lift Foley. Foley punches Barrett before pushing him towards the ropes, Barrett springs off the ropes as he knees Foley in the stomach. Barrett then does a couple of punches to Foley's back, Barrett then goes to the corner turnbuckle as Foley gets to his feet and approaches Barrett, Barrett leaps off the second rope but Foley punches him as Barrett flips over. Foley grabs Barrett as Foley connects with a DDT. Foley goes for a pinfall.
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Kick Out!
Foley gets to his feet as he goes to the corner turnbuckle, Barrett gets to his feet as he hits the ropes as Foley drops down to a seating position. Barrett then gets onto the second ropes as it looks as if Barrett is preparing a Superplex but instead Barrett goes behind Foley as they both get to a standing position on the corner turnbuckle. Barrett elbows Foley in the stomach before placing Foley onto his shoulders as Barrett looks for the Wasteland but Foley counters into a Double Arm DDT as Foley leaps towards the apron as Barrett smashes his head hard on the apron!
Jim Ross: BAH GAWD! Barrett's busted open!
Foley grabs Barrett as he rolls him back into the ring as Foley goes for a pinfall.
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2...
Barrett's feet just touches the ropes!
Piper: Listen to the crowd! Absolutely hatred for Wade Barrett here!
The crowd boo's heavily as they cannot believe what's going on. Foley's not having this, Foley rolls out of the ring grabbing Barrett as the referee begins counting both men.
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Foley takes off the announcer's table desk as he grabs Barrett in a double-arm DDT position.
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Foley prepares but Barrett somewhat manages to reverse as Barrett has Foley in the Wasteland position but Foley re-reverses before implanting a huge Double-Arm DDT on Barrett!
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Foley tries to crawl into the ring but the bell sounds.
As a result of a Double Countout, this match is a DRAW!
Crowd: REMATCH! REMATCH!
Out comes Sting from behind the curtain to no music as he has a microphone.
Sting: The crowd wants a rematch, you've got it... This is now a No Disqualification match and there must be a winner!
Jim Ross: In such a short match, so much has happened! Now it's a NO Disqualification!
Foley sees Barrett's down and out, he grabs Barrett and tries to force him back into the ring. Foley makes the pinfall.
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2...
KICK OUT!
Piper: Barrett is just not giving up no matter how busted open he is.
Foley gets to one knee as he pushes himself up to his feet, he grabs Barrett and lifts him up as Jim Ross gets to his feet on the commentary.
Jim Ross: Don't do it Foley, don't... You'll hurt him!
Foley smiles as he does his "Bang Bang" pose as he steps onto the second ropes as he gets to the top, Foley is dragging Barrett by the head. Foley grabs Barrett and positions him into a piledriver position from the top rope as Foley then leaps as Foley connects with a piledriver. Foley then makes the pinfall.
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Winner by pinfall, Mick Foley!
Piper: Unbelievable...