Last week, on Halloween night, the wrestling world was treated to one of the most memorable events of the year, Night of Champions III: The Halloween Extreme. On that night, new champions were crowned, double crosses were executed to perfection, and the world was shocked as a wrestling icon returned to the fold.

Degradation became the new CWF World Tag Team Champions, defeating High Concept in a tag team thriller that had every fan on the edge of their seat.

“The Radiant One” Roland Ulv and Paul Blair wrestled to a draw in their two out of three falls match up.

Terry Richards was double crossed by the Horsemen as they turned on him, leading to a new CWF Unified Champion, James Baker, who begins his first ever title run in the CWF.

Sickboy successfully defended the CWF National Championship against Chemical X in a potential match of the year candidate, falls count anywhere match. The match exploded outside of the arena, into an agricultural center and all the way back to the ring.

“The Nitemare” Rob Osbourne defeated Mariano Fernandez after a Badd Dream through a table from the eye of the pumpkin comprising the set. It was a match no one will soon forget, and further cemented Mariano Fernandez as the future of the company, despite his loss.

But it was the main event that stole the show. Magnus Thunder defeated Pledge Allegiance to begin his second reign as CWF World Heavyweight Champion. The match spilled outside of the ominous Hell in a Cell after Magnus speared Pledge through the cage wall. They battled on top of the cell, until Magnus put Pledge through the ceiling, crashing to the ring below. The match concluded with a Thunderstorm and a cover, but it was the events that transpired after the match that still has the wrestling world buzzing…

Chemical X did the unthinkable, stabbing Pledge Allegiance in the back, embracing his blood nemesis Sickboy, and joining the ranks of the Horsemen. And then came Jimmy Blast, who also turned his back on Pledge Allegiance and rejoined the ranks of the infamous faction he established thirteen years ago, The Horsemen.

Tonight, the fallout. The CWF begins its world tour. First stop: Buenos Aires, Argentina.

This is the CWF…

This is….

Fade in to a sold out, raucous Antonio Vespucio Liberti Stadium of 75,000+ screaming CWF fans in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Fireworks explode at the entrance way, which is comprised of the usual Showdown set, only a huge Argentina flag serves as the backdrop. The fireworks shoot up the extra long aisle and explode over the ring into the night sky. The crowd is frenzied, and standing at ringside are Teddy Turnbuckle and “Beautiful” Bobby Crane.

TT: Welcome everyone to Buenos Aires, Argentina! Welcome to the biggest CWF Saturday Night Showdown in history! And yes indeed, welcome to the CWF’s first stop on the 2009 World Tour! Good evening everyone, I’m Teddy Turnbuckle and with me, as always, is “Beautiful” Bobby Crane! And Bobby, how are you liking Argentina?

BC: I’ll tell you what, Teddy…I flew in last night so I could spend the least amount of time in this god forsaken third world country, but stadium is pretty damn impressive! 70,000 plus fans, this feels like Super Card or something!

TT: And what a night we have in store…the hometown hero, Mariano Fernandez, goes one on one with the brand new CWF World Heavyweight Champion, Magnus Thunder, in a non-title contest…and if Mariano can win here tonight, he will get a World title shot at Battle to Survive later this month in Sydney, Australia!

BC: And Magnus had a hard time putting him down for a three count the last time these two hooked up…but can Mariano generate enough offense to actually defeat the 7’5” monster? He was an animal inside that cell last week and I don’t think Mariano can compete with him!

TT: We will find out in our main event later on tonight, but also tonight, the new CWF Unified Champion James Baker has been running his mouth about The Horsemen, and tonight he’ll be up against “The Nitemare” Rob Osbourne in a non-title affair!

BC: Baker should have left well enough alone, Teddy!

TT: Two title matches tonight as well, as Sickboy defends the CWF National Championship against “The Ruler” Paul Blair, in Blair’s first title match in some time…plus, the CWF Tag Team Championship will be on the line as Degradation battles Death Squad!

BC: Both title matches should be spectacular! But I’m looking forward to Pledge Allegiance’s big announcement! Word on the street is, he’s calling it quits!

TT: Pledge Allegiance is in the house tonight and he is expected to announce his retirement officially…it should be an emotional night. Also in the house is the incomparable “Jammin’” Jimmy Blast who has indeed signed a contract with the CWF!

BC: And, maybe the sleeper match of the night, Teddy…Terry Richards goes one on one with Bob Osbourne! Can you imagine what’s gonna happen in that one after the Horsemen stabbed Richards in the back in Charlotte last week?!

TT: It’s the biggest Showdown ever, and it starts now! Let’s head to the ring!

Cut to the ring.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from San Jose, California…weighing in at 171 pounds…ENRIQUE LOPEZ!

The crowd pops as “The Anthem” by Pitbull and Lil’ John hits and Enrique Lopez hops out from behind the curtain working the crowd. He slaps hands with fans in the front row as he makes his way down the extra long aisle way, and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.

TT: Lopez making his CWF debut here tonight and he’s up against some tough competition!

BC: He’s a part of that extended Baker clan but his opponent looked rock solid in his debut a couple of weeks ago so he’s got his work cut out for him…

Ring Announcer: And his opponent…from Kill Devil’s Hill, North Carolina…weighing in at 305 pounds… ISRAEL STEELE!

“Tom Sawyer” by Rush hits and the crowd shows a loud mixed reaction as Israel Steele powers through the curtain and strides down the aisle, his eyes never leaving Enrique Lopez. He climbs through the ropes and into the ring.

TT: Well two weeks ago on Showdown, Israel Steele was defeated by Jimmy Johnston but what a showing he had nonetheless…we didn’t get to see his size advantage on that night but tonight against Enrique Lopez…we certainly will.

BC: You’re not kidding…Steele is nearly double the size of Lopez! But Lopez probably feels right at home in this impoverished country, what a hell hole this is…I’m on the first flight to London tomorrow morning.

TT: Give me a break, it’s beautiful here! I’ve been out here since Monday and I’m in love with the culture!

BC: Well, that’s because you’re an idiot.

*DING DING DING!*

TT: Here we go…Lopez with a chance to make an impression in his debut tonight, and Israel Steele looking to shake off the loss to Jimmy Johnston two weeks ago…

Lopez hops on the balls of his feet, ready to use his quickness to his advantage. Steele strides towards him and they go to lock up in a collar and elbow tie up…Lopez ducks the lock up…Steele turns around…and Lopez with a quick left jab! Steele shakes it off and they go to lock up once more…and again Lopez ducks, Steele turns around…and a right jab by Lopez! Steele infuriated now and comes at Lopez with a wild right hand, but Lopez ducks and throws a left jab! And a right! And a left! And a right! And Steele is staggering! Lopez to the ropes…clothesline! But Steele won’t go down! Steele pounds his chest and yells at Lopez to do it again! Lopez off the ropes…another clothesline! But his arm just bounces off of Steele’s chest. Steele challenges him to do it one more time…Lopez to the ropes…and STEELE TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE!

TT: Wow!

BC: Can you say “whiplash”? What a clothesline!

TT: Israel Steele is built like a tank and he fights like one too…pure strength, pure power…and Lopez is going to have to find a way to recover quickly and go back to using his speed. He can’t get sucked into the power game like that again.

Lopez lies on the mat seeing stars, and steel rips him back to his feet. He backs Lopez into the corner and DRIVES an elbow into the side of his head! And again! And again! Nowhere for Lopez to go and Steele whips him to the opposite corner. Lopez bounces out after hitting the turnbuckle and Steele scoops him up and drops him with a powerslam! Steele with a cover!

1…

2…

Kickout!

TT: Lopez with a kickout but Steele has such immense power, he can’t take much more punishment like this…

Steele pulls him up to his feet and scoops him up…shoulder breaker! And he holds on…for another one! And Lopez crumples to the mat clutching his shoulder. Steele raises his arms and bellows out at the crowd, who roars in approval.

TT: Steele is developing quite a fan following! The fans are solidly behind this guy and it’s not hard to see why…he’s a class act outside the ring and a dominating force inside of it…the future is looking bright for Israel Steele.

BC: But the immediate future is looking bleak for Enrique Eglesias!

TT: You mean Enrique Lopez.

BC: Oh, right…yeah.

Steele pulls him up and whips him to the ropes…Lopez clings to the ropes and stops himself from rebounding…Steele charges at him…and Lopez drops and pulls the top rope down…Steele flips over the top rope and to the outside! Lopez crawls out to the center of the ring as tries to shake out the cobwebs as Steele slowly pulls himself back up on the outside. Lopez sees him getting up and springs to his feet…runs to the ropes…SUICIDE DIVE! And he connects! Steele hits the floor and Lopez rolls back into the ring to buy himself some more time!

TT: Lopez coming on now! He’ll have to use that resourcefulness if he wants to beat Steele who is nearly twice his size!

BC: Lopez has to hit the all or nothing moves!

Steele groggily uses the apron as leverage to pull himself up and rolls back into the ring, but is immediately met with a baseball slide to the ribs. Lopez relentlessly drives knees into his ribcage, trying to drive the air out of him…

BC: Lopez is trying to take his breath away…just like he sings about.

TT: Would you stop it?!

Steele clutching his ribs and Lopez to the second rope…elbow drop into the chest of Steele! Lopez with a cover!

1…

2…

Kickout!

TT: I don’t think Lopez expected to beat him with that but he forced Steele to waste some energy on the kickout there…

BC: Well sometimes when you knock the air out of someone bad enough you can surprise them with a cover but it didn’t work that time.

Lopez pulls the big man up and chops him in the chest with an open palm as he backs him into the ropes and whips him to the opposite side…Steele hits the ropes and charges back with a head of steam…Lopez drops to the mat and Steele leapfrogs over him…Steele on the rebound once more and Lopez ducks a clothesline and runs east while Steele runs north…criss cross and Lopez picking up speed, trying to overwhelm Steele…Steele has had enough and on the criss cross he CRUSHES him with a football tackle that sends Lopez sailing across the ring and landing on his back!

TT: My God! What brute force by Steele!

BC: Ouch!

Steele recollects himself and walks over to Lopez…he pulls him up and drives a knee into his gut…Lopez hunches over and Steele with a swinging neckbreaker! Lopez caught off guard with that one and is rocked…Steele runs to the ropes…BODYSPLASH! And the full force of his weight crashes down on Lopez! Steele with a cover!

TT: Ouch! That could be it!

1…

2….

3!

NO!

TT: Lopez with a foot on the ropes!

BC: Is he crazy?! Stay down, Enrique!

Steele pulls him up and whips him to the turnbuckle…and charges in with an avalanche! But Lopez moves! Steele hits the turnbuckle chest first and crumbles to the mat! Lopez blocks out the pain and leaps to the top turnbuckle! He looks out to the crowd and prepares to jump…WEST COAST SPLASH!

No! Steele sits up and grabs him by the throat on the way down! Lopez caught in mid air and Steele gets to his feet…lifts him up…DEATH DROP!

TT: Oof! That’s got to be it! Steele caught him with the Death Drop! And a cover!

1…

2…

3!

*DING DING DING!*

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner…ISRAEL STEELE!

TT: What a match up!

BC: Steele just turned him into a Spanish pancake! What a move!

TT: What an impressive victory for Israel Steele but another impressive debut in the CWF, Enrique Lopez held his own against a man with a huge size advantage!

Israel Steele has his arms raised in victory and the crowd roars. He kneels down beside Enrique Lopez and pats him on the chest in a sign of respect, and leaves the ring.

TT: Tremendous sportsmanship by the big man and I can’t wait to see this guy evolve!

BC: He’s no easy draw for whoever gets him next week, that’s for sure.

TT: Hold on a minute folks…I’m getting word that something is going down backstage…let’s get a camera back there!

Cut backstage to a dressing room. Danielle Lopez walks into the dressing room by herself. Chemical X’s brother Matthew Scarletti is sitting in the dressing room. As Danielle walks in, Matthew stands up.

Matthew: Hi, I don’t think we’ve met before, do you know who I am?

Danielle: (shocked) Yes what are you…

Matthew: (cutting her off) Good that saves me some time.

Danielle: What do you want?

Matthew: Well I need you to send a message to that hard headed boyfriend of yours.

Danielle:

Matthew: I need you to let him know that terrible things WILL happen if he keeps trying to mess with The Horsemen. It’s not that he’s a threat or anything, it’s just that The Horsemen aren’t exactly men he wants to take lightly, especially since they just recruited my brother. Do you have any idea what my brother is capable of?

Danielle: (annoyed) I’ve heard… what do you mean terrible things?

Matthew: Well, I don’t want to speculate but maybe it starts with you in a dressing room just like this. If I’m lucky you won’t have any clothes on, but anyway…perhaps you’re in here doing whatever it is you do and suddenly The Juggernaut kicks open your door and screams “I’m The Juggernaut Bitch” and then the last thing that you see is my brother holding a tazer and then it’s lights out for you. But it would only get worse for you from that point on, and not just you but everyone in your camp. Maybe Enrique gets his knees broken by TJ…you understand it is difficult to walk without knees, right? Maybe Bruno hits Kevin styles with a car. Or maybe my brother and I open up on Phil Mustang and Malik Jones with a couple of H&K 416s. Do you see where I’m going with this?

Danielle: Yeah, you’re trying to intimidate me?

Matthew: Not trying… succeeding. So do you think you can forward that message?

Danielle: He won’t listen.

Matthew: Try saying it in Spanish sweetie…

Danielle: You know I could kick your ass right here

Matthew motions behind his back as if to reach for a weapon, smiles and pulls his hand out quickly, empty, and motions like he’s firing a pistol.

Matthew: That wouldn’t be too smart, in any language.

Danielle: …I’ll tell him.

Matthew stands up.

Matthew: You know, on second thought I think actions speak louder than words.

Matthew walks out of the room, leaving Lopez confused.

Cut back to ringside.

TT: Actions speak louder than words? What on earth did he mean by that?!

BC: I don’t know but whatever it was, you can bet it’s bad news for Baker’s merry gang of gangsters!

TT: Don’t go anywhere folks…we have to take our first commercial break of the evening…more CWF action from Buenos Aires, Argentina when we return!

TT: Welcome back to CWF Saturday Night Showdown, folks! Often imitated but never duplicated! Coming up next we’ve got the impressive new comer, Jimmy Johnston, taking on the legendary “Radiant One” Roland Ulv in what should be a…wait a damn minute, what’s going on here?!

BC: Ahhh!

The lights flicker off, and thunder rolls. The crowd begins to boo angrily, a few already tossing garbage at the entry. The instrumental version of "Haunted" by Type O Negative blares through the arena, the booing crowd rising to meet it. Out walks Magnus Thunder, his pristine Championship belt slung over his shoulder, brandishing like a true conqueror. Garbage flies freely, and Magnus swings his fist through the air at them.

TT: And Magnus with heaven knows what up his sleeve tonight. I don't think the crowd could communicate their loathing any clearer! It'll be a busy night for the cleanup crew!

BC: Show our champ some respect here! He's stomping the life out of everyone who stands in front of him! Do you wanna be next, Argentina!?

TT: Take a pill, Bobby! You're a commentator, not Keith Olbermann!

Magnus strides like a titan to the ring, clad in black, his eyes colder than ice.

TT: Magnus turns his back on the fans and makes his first step into the ring since his victory at Night of Champions!

Magnus takes in the crowd's displeasure, a wry expression on his face.

Magnus Thunder: Amusing! How easily the minds of the weak are turned when difficult times arise to challenge them. And to think I would have rid of your Venezuelan boogeyman had you only shown me the proper respect!

A grand chorus of boos!

BC: WHOA! No wonder these people still live in the jungle! They're screaming like monkeys in a math class!

Magnus Thunder: Yes, decry my unmerciful way! Scream into the night at the hand of fate! But I won. I WON! The CWF is now mine to control! And the world knows who truly holds your judgment in the palm of his hand! Pledge felt it. Adams felt it. And the one who stole this from its rightful owner, the man who is anything but a nightmare, ROB OSBORNE, WILL FEEL IT!!! Your horses have all had their legs broken. But it's not over yet. For I have yet to introduce the son to the sins of his father! He will receive the beating he deserves, and you can take heart in knowing, Mr. Osbourne, that it was all because of you. And when he awakens, he will realize where true justice lies. By my side...as the herald of the storm. His eyes will be opened. But not yet...

A flurry of empty cups and crumpled napkins fall from the stands, carried on the wind of the booing crowd.

BC: He lost me at hello!

TT: He's clearly gone insane, the once proud and noble warrior standing before us ready to crucify!

Magnus Thunder: Starting now, it will be me that decides who worthy to rise to my ranks! I alone will judge who may receive the glory and from whom it will be taken! And above all, I alone will bestow the justice upon the wicked that Xamin's imbecilic toy was sorely unable to. And your fearless leader...Mr. Xamin, the errand boy of the almighty mammon, the one who let it all happen, will be the first to receive his punishment. You think you have power, Canadian fetcher? The pen may be mightier than the sword, but your head is no match for my hammer!

Magnus raises Hellbringer over his head, a shower of sparks explode from it and then cease.

TT: Good heavens, the boss isn't going to like this one! Better watch who you cheer for now, Bobby!

BC: Uh...guh...go Habs!?

“Elevation” by U2 hits and the crowd roars as Mark Xamin appears at the curtain holding a mic.

Mark Xamin: Magnus…you and I go way back. It was in 1997 that I was riding high, working as the agent of the hottest star in wrestling at the time, the legendary Maniac, and running the CWF at the same time. The MWWF was touring Scandinavia for a string of house shows and he stopped by a local independent promotion for an autograph session. It was there that he saw you in action, dominating everyone they threw at you in a gauntlet match. Maniac watched on with amazement and called me immediately to tell me about you. He was animated on the phone… “you’ve got to see this guy, Mark! Sign him! He’d be great for the CWF!” …and so I took his word for it. He met you backstage after the show and you shook his hand, looking like a star struck rookie. He opened his briefcase and you signed a developmental deal with the CWF and the rest is history. You became one of the icons of this promotion…hell, you’re a sure fire Hall of Famer, a CWF original, and seeing you win the title at Summer Smash this past June was one of the proudest moments I’ve had running this company. And that’s why, Magnus…that’s why it’s so disappointing to see what you’ve become. Standing in the ring making idle threats, mocking the crowd, threatening the man who signs your pay cheque…I don’t know what’s gotten into you, old buddy, old pal…but you’ve got bigger things to worry about that me. I’ve given you every opportunity in the world to succeed, you don’t need to grind your axe with me, big man…you’re walking around with a bull’s eye on your shoulder called the CWF World Heavyweight Championship. Every man, woman and child in the CWF is gunning for that belt and that means you’re a marked man. And tonight, in front of 70,000 members of his family, you’ve got the hometown boy Mariano Fernandez…

The crowd explodes at the mention of his name! Magnus looks around the crowd and smirks.

Mark Xamin: …the man you couldn’t beat!...

Another ovation. Magnus’ smirk grows wider.

Mark Xamin: …one on one in that very ring you’re standing in! So if I were you, I’d be concerning myself with the fastest rising star in the CWF, rather than picking fights with the boss. Get what I’m saying, champ?

Magnus Thunder: I understand with perfect clarity, Xamin. But what you need to understand is that I lured you out here to give these fools in Argentina a sample of some Canadian bacon!

Mark Xamin: What?

Magnus Thunder heaves Hellbringer into the air and a bolt of pyrotechnic lightning shoots from the rigging above the ring to Xamin, crashing right in front of him. Xamin is thrown back from the explosion and writhes in pain on the ground, grabbing his face. EMTs immediately rush to the scene and tend to him.

TT: MY GOD! MY GOD! MAGNUS THUNDER HAS LOST HIS DAMN MIND!

BC: Oh my God! He just took out the boss!

TT: And for WHAT?! What did Xamin ever do to him?!

Magnus Thunder laughs maniacally in the ring as the crowd showers him with boos.

Magnus Thunder: Don’t cry for him, Argentina!

The fans shower the ring with garbage as Magnus Thunder exits and strides down the aisle arrogantly, stopping to admire the fallen Xamin, who is loaded onto a stretcher. He smiles widely and disappears behind the curtain.

TT: My God almighty, what a heinous act by Magnus Thunder! We will keep you abreast on any updates on Mark Xamin throughout the evening…how despicable!

BC: Well “three” must be the magic number of the night, Teddy!

TT: What does that mean?

BC: We’re in a third world country and the boss just suffered third degree burns!

TT: You’re a sick man, Bobby Crane…a sick man.

BC: Hey I’m not saying what he did was right…but Magnus has sent a clear message to everyone in the back….he doesn’t care WHO you are, you’re not safe as long as the champ is walking around!

TT: An absolutely repulsive display by a man who used to stand for good! But the show must go on here folks, and up next…Jimmy Johnston battles “The Radiant One” Roland Ulv in what will undoubtedly be a huge learning experience for the impressive new comer!

BC: Yeah but I understand Roland did some research on Argentina on the internet and got explosive diarrhea just by looking at the pictures. He might not be 100% tonight, and I don’t blame him. This place is one big disease.

TT: Would you stop it?!

Cut to the ring.

Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from London, England…weighing in at 257 pounds… JIMMY JOHNSTON!

Mozart’s Piano Sonata hits and the fans boo loudly as Jimmy Johnston appears at the curtain, a long blue robe with the Union Jack stamped on the back flowing behind him as he walks down the aisle. He steps through the ropes and into the ring, bowing for the fans mockingly.

TT: He’s brash and arrogant but you can’t deny his ability in the ring…this should be a hell of a test for him!

BC: I like this guy! And next week we’re in his home town!

TT: That’s right, Showdown will be live next week from the 02 Arena in London, England…Jimmy Johnston ought to feel right at home!

Ring Announcer: And his opponent…from Stockholm, Sweden…weighing in at 275 pounds… “THE RADIANT ONE” ROLAND ULV!

“Marcia Carolus Rex” by Wilhelm Harteveld plays as Ulv makes his way onto the ramp. Dressed in his flowing blue robe with yellow Swedish cross on the back and blue trunks with yellow accent he stops to pose, flexing his large biceps and grinning wildly at the camera. He brushes his flowing blonde locks behind his ear with his hand and then proceeds to the ring. He appears to be clutching his stomach in pain.

TT: What’s wrong with Roland Ulv? He looks sick.

BC: I told you, Teddy! He’s probably contracted some third world disease from this god forsaken country!

TT: Would you stop!? What is going on here?

BC: Maybe it’s that swine flu! Or food poisoning! Or malaria!

TT: Whatever it is, Roland Ulv doesn’t look well here…

*DING DING DING!*

TT: Apparently he’s going to wrestle any way…

BC: That’s the kind of warrior he is! What a brave man!

TT: Yeah…sure. Brave. That’s it.

Roland Ulv hunches over in his corner as Jimmy Johnston comes towards him. Roland waves him off and starts dry heaving over his bucket. Johnston looks perplexed as to what to do and the referee walks over to check on Roland.

RRU: I wiil bii fine, fur sure! Just a liittle…indiigestion, ja. Thii Radiant One triied thii fiish of Argentina…it made mii siick to my stomach, fur sure!

TT: Give me a break…

BC: I told you! Nothing good ever came out of Argentina!

TT: You’re disgraceful.

Jimmy Johnston holds out his arms, yelling at Roland to get on with the match. In the middle of one of his dry heaves, Roland bursts out of his corner and spears Johnston to the mat!

BC: HA!

TT: Roland Ulv out of nowhere with a spear but man…Roland looks as pale as a sheet…

BC: Shut up, Teddy! He’s Scandinavian, they don’t tan well!

TT: …I mean he looks sick, you idiot.

BC: Oh.

Roland pulls Johnston up and weakly throws him to the ropes…Johnston nails him with a shoulder block and Roland hits the mat hard! Roland barely able to get up and Johnston pulls him back up to his feet and boots him directly in the stomach…Roland keels over in pain and looks unable to continue the match. The referee asks him if he wants to stop the match but Roland refuses.

TT: Roland has too much pride to forfeit this thing and you’ve got to admire that in a strange kind of way but…Johnston came to fight and he’s not fooling around here…

BC: Argentina should be ashamed of itself! No wonder this is the first time the CWF’s ever come here! I hope it’s the last time too!

TT: Give me a break, this is probably some ploy by Roland to sell his damn fermented pickled herring with extra garlic sauce…

BC: How DARE you, Teddy! He’s just trying to make an honest living!

TT: Oh shut up for heaven’s sake.

Jimmy Johnston pulls Roland up and juts his hip out, racking Roland Ulv over it in the Double J! Roland refusing to quit and Johnston putting extra torque on the hold! Roland still refuses to quit but the referee calls for the bell anyway!

BC: What?!

*DING DING DING!*

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has deemed Roland Ulv unable to continue this match…therefore the winner by referee stoppage…JIMMY JOHNSTON!

TT: Well Roland Ulv won’t be happy with that call but it might be for the best…he doesn’t look like he’s in any shape to wrestle tonight…

Roland Ulv rolls out of the ring, hunched over grabbing his stomach. He hobbles down the aisle trying not to vomit. The camera cuts in close to him and he yells at it.

RRU: DO NOT IIT THE FIISH HERE! IIT IS POISON! JA! IIT PICKLED HERRING WITH EXTRA GARLIC SAUCE AND THIIS WIILL NOT HAPPEN TO YUU FUR SURE!

TT: …I knew it.

BC: What?!

TT: There’s nothing wrong with the fish here, Bobby! Nothing at all! In fact I’ve been eating fish all week long and there’s nothing wrong with me!

BC: Well…that’s YOUR opinion. I see PLENTY wrong with you, thank you very much.

TT: Well thanks for your take on things, you’re always such a great source of insight. Regardless ladies and gentlemen, Jimmy Johnston picks up a big win over the legendary Roland Ulv, and that should go a long way for this young man’s confidence…hey, maybe he’ll actually accept the challenge from Israel Steele for a rematch! What do you think, Bobby?

BC: Please. Jimmy Johnston has nothing left to prove to Israel Steele. He’s already beaten the man!

TT: Fair enough, but it was a damn fine match and Israel Steele deserves the chance to avenge the loss…

BC: Pfft, here’s what I know, Teddy…Israel Steele is 1-1, and Jimmy Johnston is 2-0! Israel Steele is gonna have to earn his rematch!

TT: Give me a break, the fans all want to see it, it will happen eventually, Jimmy Johnston is just delaying the inevitable! In any event folks, we have to take a quick commercial break…don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back for more CWF action from Buenos Aires, Argentina!

BC: Don’t eat the fish!

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BC: Man, this is gonna be great! These guys have been jawing back and forth all week long and I can’t wait to see what happens. I don’t even know who to root for, both these teams are awesome!

TT: Degradation defeated High Concept at Night of Champions III last week in an absolutely classic…let’s see what’s in store for the tag team division tonight! Let’s head to the ring!

Cut to the ring.

"Take this Life" by In Flames plays as TJ and Bruno step onto the ramp. TJ is clad in baggy jeans and a wife beater. Bruno is sporting a Yankees jersey and jogging pants. The two men follow former National Champion, The Juggernaut, as the huge former National Champion mocks the crowd, raising his hand to motion a fake backhand to a little kid and laughs when he cowers.

Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the CWF Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, on their way to the ring, accompanied by Jimmy "The Juggernaut" Washington...from Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at five hundred forty three pounds...TJ & Bruno...DEATHSQUAD!

As they approach the apron, Juggernaut makes his way over to the corner on the outside, Bruno slides in under the bottom rope, and TJ climbs in over the top rope. Bruno poses for the crowd as TJ watches the entrance. Their music fades out.

TT: Man oh man, what an opportunity for Deathsquad here tonight! If they can knock of Degradation and become the CWF World Tag Team champions…that would be some serious momentum, I don’t think anyone could stop them!

BC: And if any team can take down Degradation, you'd have to believe that it would be the two men led by our former National Champion, The Juggernaut!

The lights dim as "Du Haast" by Rammstein begins to play. The entryway fills with smoke as crimson colored lights set the stage ablaze. As the song kicks into the main riff, four flames of fire shoot up from the bottom of the stage as Degradation appears at the top of the ramp. Donovan stands popping his neck and shaking himself "loose" with a look of determination on his face and a twinkle of devastation in his eye. Vincent stands next to him flexing his muscles for the crowd, absorbing the crowd's love for him, while obviously being in love with himself. The two make their way down the aisle.

Ring Announcer: On their way to the ring...from Little Italy in Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at five hundred forty three pounds...they are the CWF World Tag Team Champions...Vincent and Donovan Torigianni...DEGRADATION!

Vincent and Donovan both step on to the apron. Donovan climbs through the ropes as Vincent hops over the top. Both men take off their belts and hand them to an official on the outside as their music fades. Donovan and TJ step out to the apron as the ref calls for the opening bell.

*DING! DING! DING!*

TT: Bruno and Vincent are going to start us off...and here's the collar-and-elbow tie up. Vincent quickly takes the upperhand with a go behind. Rear waist lock, and he tries to lift Bruno, but Bruno is blocking it! Bruno with a hard back elbow, and he quickly gets Vincent in a front face lock...suplex!

BC: Wow! Kind of a quick start to this one!

TT: They lock up again, and Vincent with a side headlock takedown. He wrenches on the head of Bruno, looking for a submission possibly. Vincent releases the headlock as he scissors the right arm. Vincent stands, and he quickly falls to his knees, twisting that arm!

BC: Vincent has Bruno by the arm...dragging him to the corner, and there's the tag!

TT: Vincent brings Bruno back to his feet as Donovan steps in. They grab Bruno with a double facelock...double suplex! Vincent climbs out to the apron as Donovan grabs Bruno by the leg. He flips Bruno over...half boston crab!

BC: This submission is so devastating! And it's even worse when the man applying it is nearly three hundred pounds!

TT: Bruno is close to the ropes...and he grabs a hold of the bottom one!

Donovan releases the leg and waits as he measures Bruno. Donovan rushes in...NO! Bruno ducks under an oncoming clothesline...and he makes the tag!

BC: Teddy, we're about to see a showdown between two of the biggest monsters in the CWF!

TT: TJ steps over the top rope as Donovan waits! And here's the lockup. TJ is trying to force Donovan to the corner, but Donovan is holding his own, barely being pushed back! TJ with a hard knee to the gut...and a clubbing blow to the back, knocking the big man down! He picks Donovan back up...bearhug!

TJ elevates Donovan so his feet barely can't reach the ground. He clinches with all of his power, trying to drive all of the air out of Donovan! The referee checks on Donovan...and Donovan responds with a hard headbutt on TJ! TJ stumbles back as he drops Donovan. Donovan charges in...shoulder block...but it barely moves TJ! Donovan hits the far ropes. He returns...and ducks under a TJ clothesline. Donovan hits the opposite ropes...and he launches...diving shoulder block...and TJ crashes to the mat!

BC: The beast is down!

TT: Amazing that he was still standing after that first shoulder block though! Donovan brings TJ back to his feet. He irish whips TJ, and TJ quickly reverses it! TJ pulls Donovan back in...OH MY GOD!

BC: He damn near decapitated Donovan with that lariat!

TT: What impact! TJ quickly picks Donovan up and traps his arms. Headbutt...a second...a third! And a snap powerslam to follow! TJ has the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

NO!!!!!

TT: Donovan kicks out! TJ grabs Donovan by the legs and drags him to the corner for the tag. Bruno climbs to the top rope and sit down.

BC: What could they be thinking here?

TJ slingshots Donovan face first in to Bruno's knees! Bruno holds Donovan's face to his knees as he dives up...and Donovan back bends across TJ's knees as he comes down! TJ steps out to the apron as Bruno applies a body scissors on Donovan. The referee checks on Donovan, but Donovan struggles through. Donovan with a hard elbow to Bruno's leg...and a second! Donovan forces the legs apart, but Bruno is able to tag in TJ! And TJ with a stomp to the gut, keeping Donovan grounded!

BC: Great fundamental teamwork by Deathsquad here! They have the ring cut off, and Donovan trapped in their corner!

TT: TJ brings Donovan to his feet and sends him hard in to the corner! TJ follows in and buries a shoulder in to the gut! And he hits him a second time with the shoulder! TJ backs off...and he's coming in at Donovan...but Donovan moves out of the way of the big splash! TJ stumbles back as Donovan grabs him from behind...back suplex! And both men are down!

BC: Donovan needed that, Teddy! He was getting in to some trouble there, but as you can see...he made the most of it!

TT: Donovan is starting to stir as he slowly crawls towards his corner...and he makes the tag! Vincent quickly enters, instantly falling with an elbow drop to TJ's chest! He grabs TJ by the leg and kicks him behind the knee...a second kick, and he falls back, hyper extending the leg! Vincent wraps on a leg lock!

BC: If he can take the big man's legs out, it'll bring TJ down to his size!

TT: TJ is trying to pry Vincent's legs apart, but Vincent instead unclutches his legs. He returns to a standing position, and he drops an elbow across the knee! Vincent returns to his feet and grabs the other leg...boston crab!

BC: Potential submission here!

The referee checks on TJ, but TJ refuses to make a sound. He builds up his strength, allowing him to extend his legs to get Vincent off of him! TJ makes it to all fours, but Vincent is able to catch him with a running knee to the side of the head, planting him back to the mat! Vincent makes the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

NO!!!!!

TT: TJ forcefully tossing Vincent off of him! TJ again tries to get up, but Vincent is quickly able to apply the side headlock, forcing TJ back to the mat! TJ is struggling, slowly making it to his feet. He forces Vincent off in to the ropes...and he takes Vincent out with a hard lariat on the return!

BC: TJ has such power behind those shots...but he really needs to make the tag here!

TT: TJ is crawling his way to the corner, and he makes the tag! Vincent is slow to get to his feet as Bruno enters the ring. Bruno with a rear waist lock...german suplex! And he rolls through, another german suplex! And he rolls through again...TRIPLE DEUCE...NO!!! Vincent blocked the last german, and he quickly rolls through!

Vincent rolls forward for a pin, but instantly lets go of Bruno's legs and tags in Donovan. Donovan steps over the top rope, but before he can get both legs in the ring, Bruno hits him with a dropkick, and he falls to the outside. Vincent rolls to the floor on the outside trying to catch his breath as Bruno climbs to the top rope. Bruno with a crossbody on Donovan...NO! Donovan lifts the boot, catching Bruno right in the face!

BC: WHAT A BIG BOOT!

TT: It certainly was amazing! And it appears that Donovan has busted Bruno open with that shot!

BC: Man! You're not kidding! Bruno's face is covered in his own blood!

TT: Donovan picks up Bruno and rolls him in to the ring. He rolls in after him and makes the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THR...NO!!!!!

TT: Not yet! Bruno was able to grab a hold of the bottom rope! Donovan picks Bruno up and launches him in to the corner. Donovan follows in...big splash! He waits as Bruno stumbles out...boot to the gut! Donovan looks to be going for Total Devastation here...NO!

Before Donovan can lift Bruno for Total Devastation, TJ rushes in to the ring and slugs Donovan with a hard right! The referee admonishes TJ. TJ grabs Bruno by the arm and drags him to the corner. TJ steps out to the apron and tags himself in.

BC: Well, TJ may have saved his team from losing here tonight!

TT: Bruno has rolled to the outside, and it looks like we have EMT's working on him, trying to patch up the cut and clear his face!

BC: Well that was one hell of a boot he had driven in to his face, Teddy!

TT: TJ picks up Donovan...and he applies an abdominal stretch! TJ with a hard shot to the chest from his other hand! And again! He releases the abdominal stretch and grips Donovan by the throat...chokeslam! And he makes the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

NO!!!!!

TT: Vincent is in to make the save!

BC: Bruno is back on the apron now, as it looks like our EMT's have done what they could.

TT: TJ picks Donovan back up, hitting him with a hard right! Donovan falls in to the ropes. TJ with a full head of steam...drop toe hold by Donovan, hot shotting TJ! TJ turns around dazed...and he's clotheslined out of the ring!

BC: Donovan needs to follow up on this!

TT: Donovan is climbing out...no! Bruno blasts him with a running forearm! Donovan stumbles back towards the center of the ring as Bruno flies in...neckbreaker!

BC: I believe there was a blind tag just before that clothesline sending TJ out!

TT: Donovan slowly gets back up as Bruno hits the far ropes...spinwheel kick...NO! Donovan catches him...and he plants Bruno with a reverse fallaway slam! Donovan quickly tags in Vincent...and it looks like he's calling for The Bloodletting!

Donovan hoists Bruno up to the top rope. Vincent follows Bruno up as Donovan gets in position. Hurricanrana...NO! Bruno holds the top rope, forcing Vincent to crash hard to the mat! Vincent starts getting up...and Bruno uses him as a springboard to hit Donovan with a clothesline, taking the big man down!

BC: What a counter!

TT: Bruno grabs Vincent, bringing him back to his feet. He has Vincent with a rear waist lock as TJ has made his way back in to the ring! Vincent blocks a german attempt! Back elbow by Vincent, and it sends Bruno reeling!

BC: Watch out for TJ...ZERO! He just drilled Vincent in the face with that big boot!

TT: Donovan elevates Bruno...and he drops him face first on the top turnbuckle!

BC: He just busted Bruno open again!

TT: The referee is trying to get Vincent and TJ out of the ring...but to no avail! Donovan with the big splash in the corner on a dazed Bruno! ZERO! Donovan turned around and was planted by that big boot! TJ grabs Bruno and drags him over top of Donovan!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THR...NO!!!!!

BC: Vincent makes the save in the nick of time!

TT: Vincent pulls himself up with the ropes as TJ comes at him...kick to the face of TJ! Vincent grabs TJ's arm with a leaping armtrap, and he falls over the top rope!

BC: What is this?!

TT: Vincent has a form of a head and arm scissors locked in on TJ as he's hanging over the top rope!

Vincent reapplies the hold, hanging upside down over the apron. He has TJ's head, left arm, and the ropes trapped between his legs!

TT: And looks at this! Donovan has Bruno set up...TOTAL DEVASTATION!!! Donovan quickly makes the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

TT: And it's over!

BC: You could see TJ struggling to try to break the pin, but he couldn't get loose from that amazing offensive move by Vincent!

*DING DING DING!*

Ring Announcer: Here are your winners...and STILL CWF World Tag Team Champions...DEGRADATION!

TT: An impressive effort from both teams.

BC: Deathsquad just didn't have what it takes tonight to knock off our tag team champions!

TT: Degradation retains in another tag team classic and they certainly won’t be dethroned very easily!

BC: Death Squad came close and last week High Concept came ever closer…they’re beatable but they always seem to find a way to win. Degradation could be the champs for a long time to come!

TT: Well nonetheless, we have yet another championship on the line up next…Sickboy defends the CWF National Championship against Paul Blair, who has been the National Champion once before, Bobby…he’ll look to make it two tonight!

BC: And this is a match that is definitely fair to Blair! Do you know Blair hasn’t had a title shot since god knows when? I mean, since Super Card can you remember a title match he’s been in all year? I can’t, and that ain’t fair to Blair! But tonight, fair is fair!

TT: Well in fairness, Bobby…Paul Blair hasn’t exactly been the Blair that dominated the CWF in 2005, has he? He’s been busy filming movies like the Karate Priest…

BC: Which by the way was a HUGE hit here in Argentina.

TT: Uh, yeah. Anyway, he hasn’t been the Blair we knew from 2005 but in recent weeks he’s been showing signs of rounding back into form…if tonight is the night he puts it all together, we could have a new National Champion crowned in just a moment…

BC: Damn right we will! Go Blair!

TT: …let’s just head to the ring so we don’t have to hear this cheerleading for the rest of the night…

Cut to the ring.

Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the CWF National Championship! Introducing first, the challenger…from River Falls, Wisconsin…weighing in at 275 pounds… “THE RULER” PAUL BLAIR!

The crowd roars as The BlairVision theme hits and Paul Blair emerges from behind the curtain. He nods at the crowd and makes his way down the aisle, slapping hands with a few fans in the front row along the way. He climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes.

TT: He’s got that twinkle in his eye, Bobby…this could very well be his night…

BC: Every night is Blair’s night!

Ring Announcer: And his opponent…from New York, New York…weighing in at 270 pounds…the CWF National Champion…SICKBOY!

“Angry Chair” by Alice in Chains hits and the crowd explodes into boos as Sickboy appears on the stage with the CWF National title hanging from his shoulder. He takes his time walking down the aisle, looking over at fans in the front row booing him loudly. He smirks at them and continues walking, and then climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He holds out his arms, soaking in the heat from the crowd, and leans against his corner.

TT: Sickboy looking as smug and arrogant as ever, and hey, after that victory over Chemical X last week to end their storied rivalry…I guess he has a right to feel confident.

BC: Yeah but I talked to Sickboy earlier this afternoon, and he was happier about Chemical X joining the Horsemen than he was about beating him! As much as these guys were dangerous as enemies…think of what they can do as a team.

TT: Well you know the old saying…keep your friends close and your enemies closer. But tonight the only thing on Sickboy’s mind has to be Paul Blair…he’s not a Hall of Famer for nothing!

*DING DING DING!*

TT: Here we go…and you have to wonder what kind of shape Sickboy is in after that brutal match with Chemical X last week at Night of Champions III…

They lock up…Blair with a knee to the gut and Sickboy hunches over…Blair with a knee lift! And Sickboy hits the mat and clutches his jaw in pain…he rolls over and pulls himself back to his feet but is immediately met with a drop kick by The Ruler! Sickboy staggers back to the corner and slumps against the turnbuckle. Blair whips him to the opposite corner and Sickboy slips over the top rope on impact and runs across the apron…he leaps up to the top rope and jumps off with a double axe handle on Blair! But Blair drives his fist into the mid-section of Sickboy as he lands and Sickboy drops to his knees and plants his head into the mat in pain!

BC: Woo!

TT: Blair firmly in control and he absolutely looks like he’s back into Blair form!

Blair pulls him up and tucks his head between his legs…PILEDRIVER! Blair nailed it! And a cover!

BC: YES!

1….

2….

Kickout!

TT: Sickboy kicks out but Blair is pulling out all the stops in the early going!

BC: Rarely do you get a chance to pull off high impact moves like this so early…Sickboy may be done for already!

Blair pulls him back to his feet and backs him into the corner…and a reverse knife edge chop! And another! And another! And Sickboy’s chest is lit up…Blair lifts him up…and crotches him on the top rope! The crowd on its feet as Blair has him up for a superplex! No! Sickboy hooks his legs around the top turnbuckle and blocks it! And he fights Blair off…and reverses it! Sickboy has Blair up…and PLANTS him into the mat from the top rope with a reverse superplex! Blair rolls on the mat in pain…Sickboy flies off the top! FROGSPLASH! And a cover!

BC: AHHH!

1….

2….

TT: Blair kicks out and how quickly the tables can turn!

Sickboy shakes out the cobwebs and pulls himself up…runs to the ropes…and a quick snap elbow drop! And another! And another! Sickboy laying the boots to Blair now and Blair rolls over to the ropes…the ref breaks Sickboy off of him and Blair gets to his feet. Both men circling each other now and they lock up in the center of the ring. Sickboy with a thumb to the eyes and the fans boo loudly as he takes the easy way out and gains control. He whips Blair to the ropes…release belly to belly suplex! Blair twists and crashes to the mat! Sickboy taunting the crowd now, and they boo him wildly.

TT: Sickboy in control of this thing and Blair could be in trouble here…but Sickboy is wasting time mocking the crowd…

BC: You can’t turn your back on the Ruler! Ha!

Blair nips up and stalks behind Sickboy as he mocks the crowd…Sickboy turns around….BLAIRKICK!

NO! Sickboy catches his foot! Blair hopping on one foot and Sickboy spins him around…Blair ducks a clothesline….BLAIRKICK!

NO! Sickboy ducks and boots him in the gut…DDT! He plants him!

TT: If Blair had hit either of those Blairkicks it was all over! Sickboy had better stay focused!

BC: He was so close! Come on, Blair!

Sickboy breathes a sigh a relief, knowing he almost got hit with the Blairkick. He sits up and grabs Blair by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Blair on spaghetti legs and Sickboy boots him in the gut again…THE INFECTION!

NO! Blair holds onto the top rope and blocks it! Sickboy hits the mat and Blair crumples down as well!

TT: Sickboy almost caught him!

BC: Both of these guys are going for the homerun!

Blair crawls over to him and grabs his legs…and twists them into a…FIGURE FOUR! Blair has him in a figure four and Sickboy screaming out in pain!

BC: Brilliant! Blair is able to recollect himself while Sickboy writhes in pain! I love it!

TT: The veteran savvy of Blair! Sickboy is in trouble now and Blair able to regroup!

Blair’s face turns bright red as he wrenches up the pressure, bobbing up and down on the mat to grind Sickboy’s joints…Sickboy waving his hands wildly in the air, grabbing at nothing and desperately trying to turn the hold over! The referee asking him if he wants to stop the mat but Sickboy refuses! Sickboy willing his way to reverse the hold! Teetering, tottering…Blair grabs the ropes for leverage and stops the reversal! The crowd roars as Sickboy slams the mat with his fists in pain! The ref doesn’t see Blair using the ropes and as he turns around to look, Blair quickly lets go!

BC: Ha! Good for nothing evil tricks is at it again!

TT: Blair with a shortcut and it could pay dividends here!

Sickboy starting to fade on the mat and Blair grabs the ropes again for added leverage! Sickboy convulses on the mat as he fades and Blair lets go of the ropes once more as the referee looks over at him.

TT: My God, Sickboy could be finished here! It could be all over!

BC: Check him, ref!

The referee lifts Sickboy’s arm…and it drops. He lifts it again…and it drops. He lifts it a third time…AND IT DROPS!

NO! Sickboy holds on and the count is broken! Sickboy with a burst of life and he reverses the hold! Blair shaking his head wildly on the mat in pain and he reaches out and grabs the ropes! The referee ordering Sickboy to release the hold!

1…

2…

3…

4….

Sickboy releases it just before the five count and crawls out to the center of the ring. He tries to get to his feet but his legs are bent and crooked, cramping from the figure four. Blair gets to his feet and charges at him…BULLDOG! And Sickboy’s head hits the mat, his long hair sprawled out on the mat covering his face…Blair rolls him over and makes the cover!

1…

2…

3!

NO!

TT: Sickboy kicks out! Sickboy kicks out but my God he can’t have much left in the tank!

BC: Blairkick him, Ruler! Finish him off!

Blair sits up and shakes his head, frustrated that he didn’t get the three count. He pulls Sickboy to his feet…and whips him to the ropes…on the rebound…BLAIRKICK!

NO! Sickboy saw it coming and put on the brakes! Blair gets only air and as his foot comes down, Sickboy runs in at him with a knee to the gut…THE INFECTION!

HE NAILED IT!

1….

2….

3!

*DING DING DING!*

TT: Sickboy retains! Oh, what a match!

BC: Damnit! Blair was within inches!

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner…and STILL CWF National Champion…SICKBOY!

Sickboy breathes heavily on the mat as the referee drapes the National title over his chest. He sits up and raises one arm in victory to a chorus of boos.

TT: What a win for Sickboy and he continues to impress with this National Championship reign that is growing more and more impressive with each defense…but Blair nearly had him three or four times in that match! There’s no doubt The Ruler is back…Sickboy just got him tonight.

BC: Blair will get another shot! It’s only fair to Blair!

TT: We definitely haven’t seen the last altercation between these two but up next folks…Bob Osbourne and Terry Richards will collide in what will undoubtedly be a match for the ages! The winner will get a shot at the Unified Championship next week in London, England! Don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back!

TT: Welcome back to CWF Saturday Night Showdown, fans…what a night it’s been so far, and it’s only gonna get hotter!

BC: This crowd is dying to see their little whelp hero, Mariano Fernandez…I mean it should tell you something about the IQ of these idiots down here in South America…let’s face it, Mariano doesn’t have a chance tonight!

TT: Like hell he doesn’t…with this hometown crowd behind him, Mariano is capable of anything tonight! But nonetheless, our next matchup is going to be heated…

BC: Bob Osbourne, Terry Richards….are you kidding me? After the Horsemen stabbed Richards in the back on Halloween night, he’s gonna be looking to maim Bob Osbourne tonight!

TT: Look at that, Bobby…we have Tenacious D's Jack Black and Kyle Gass right here in the front row for Bob Osbourne's big match with Terry Richards!

BC: Yeah, I was talking backstage with Kage and JB...they are HUGE CWF fans. Jack Black made Nacho Libre on the CWF Video game for X-Box 360 and Playstation 3...

TT: No C.A.W. for Kyle Gas?

BC: Nah, JB said Kage uses cheat codes and plays as the unlockable.....ME! "Beautiful" Bobby Crane!

TT: Intriguing. Well, speaking of Tenacious D's CWF connection, it's time for Bob and Terry to see which one will face Baker next week.

Cut to the ring.

Ring Announcer: The following match is scheduled for one fall. The winner will get a match next week on Showdown for the CWF Unified Championship. First, hailing from Chicago, Illinois…standing five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-six pounds…he is a former CWF Unified Champion…"The Windy City Madman" Terry Richards!

“Drop the Bombshell” by Powerman 5000 hits and the crowd comes to its feet for Terry Richards. His brothers Alex and Chris come out to his left and right. Terry screams out and runs his fingers through his hair and then sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, looking like a man possessed. His brothers follow and encircle the ring.

Ring Announcer: And his opponent, hailing from Orlando, Florida…standing six foot and one inch tall and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds…ALSO a former CWF Unified Champion…and member of The Horsemen….BOB OSBOURNE!

“Cowboys From Hell” by Pantera plays as Bob Osbourne steps out on to the ramp, accompanied by Jimmy Blast and The Nitemare. The three Horsemen members make their way to the ring. As they reach the foot of the ramp 'God of Thunder' by Iced Earth plays as Kodiak Winters steps out from the gorilla position with a mic in hand.

Kodiak Winters: Wrong answer boys! Alex and Chris...Jimmy and Rob...all four of you need to leave the ring area right now. All members of the Richards Legion and The Horsemen have effectively been banned from being at ring side for this match, by decree of Mark Xamin. Furthermore...if anyone interferes in this match, they face a one month suspension from CWF competition. Mr. Osbourne...the younger one...you said that was YOUR title last week at Night of Champions right? Well, now's your chance to prove it kid. If you’re going to get a rematch for the Unified Championship, it's going to be on your own, and not because Daddy dearest causes it. Have fun boys.

TT: How about them apples Bobby?

BC: Mark Xamin has evened the playing field through Kodiak Winters for this number one contendership match.

TT: Well, The Horsemen leaders aren’t happy about this turn of events, but neither are the Richards’ boys. There’s our opening bell and this one is under way!

BC: Terry and Bob tie up in the middle of the ring and Terry lifts a knee into the solar plexes of Osbourne. Osbourne now pulling Terry in deeper into the tie up….duck under by Osbourne….German suplex…and Terry flies half way across the ring.

TT: But Terry Richards is quick to get back to his feet. Again the two young stars tie up....and Richards sends Osbourne into the ropes with an Irish Whip...Terry with a shortarm clothesline, and this time Bob goes flying.

BC: Richards showboating to the crowd and Bob rolls over onto his stomach as Richards finally turns around, but Osbourne flies up into him with a spear and Richards crashes down on his back with Bob right on top of him...

TT: But Richards rolls him over and starts pounding him with lefts and rights. Bob quick to cover his face.

BC: Yeah, he doesn't want to piss off Daddy Dearest for spending all the money on the reconstructive surgery after Pledge shoved Maniac into Bob forcing him into an uplifting flume of pyro.

TT: Will you stop it? And Osbourne wraps both arms around Richards legs and pulls them in tight under his arms and heaves forward slamming his forearms into the achilles tendon on both of Richards legs....and Richards crashes backwards to the mat!

BC: Bob drops out of the ring and runs around to where Terry's leg is hanging off of the apron...Bob grabs the leg....

TT: NO! He slams Richards knee into the ring post!!! Bob tapping his finger to his head and mouths "I'm just smarter than you Terry...I'm smarter than you!"

BC: Arrogant little fella..I think I like him! Bob back in the ring...

TT: But he rolled right back out...he was just breaking the count.

BC: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it Turnbuckle? Bob now reaches in and grabs Terry by the legs and pulls him out of the ring...but as Terry clears the bottom rope, he lunges up forward in a body press onto Bob Osbourne...and just starts pummeling Bob again, Bob again covering up like a boxer, and he shakes free of Terry Richards on the protective mat at ringside.

TT: Terry and Bob now daring the other to make the first move right here in front of our positions Bobby. And Richards takes off first...but Bob takes off the other direction...Terry chasing closely, right on his heels...Terry dives, and he tackles Bob around the waist, taking him down!

BC: Well, if Terry Richards can't cut the mustard as a wrestler, he may have a career in pro football. Troy Polamalu eat your heart out!

TT: But Bob again shakes free and kicks out at Terry Richards, catching in the chin and sending him teetering backwards....Bob scurrying to his feet, he turns...Richards wobbling, Bob rushes in...NO...Richards was playing possum, and he takes Osbourne's head off with another clothesline! My God!

BC: Osbourne dazed, weight supported on his elbow, leans forward and tries to get his bearings, eyes blinking adjusting to a light that hasn't changed...Richards really rung his bell with that lariat.

TT: And Terry is up pulling Bob to his feet by his hair...Terry grinning an evil grin as he pulls his fist back about to crack Osbourne....but Bob delivers a hard shoulder block in the abdomen of Terry Richards, knocking the wind out of him, sending him backwards...what the...

As Terry Richards stumbles backwards into the railing, Kyle Gas lunges for him and grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him over the guard rail. Terry Richards comes up out of the ground and is about to strike Kyle Gas when Jack Black leaps off of a seat in the row behind them and lands on Terry Richards back, screaming like a madman and kicking and slapping him, Terry superkicks Kyle Gas and snapmare's Jack Black.

BC: We're gonna get sued by Tenacious D! Great!

TT: I don't think they can sue the CWF when they were the ones that grabbed Richards and pulled him over the railing. Wait a minute....

As Teddy speaks, Terry Richards, satisfied with his clean up on JB and KG turns to see Bob Osbourne leaping and planting on the guard rail, then leaping off in a body splash, sending them both to the concrete arena floor and into the first few rows of fans.

BC: WOW!!! These two are stepping it up a notch!

TT: They are both definitely rising stars in the CWF and have bright futures ahead of them. Pity one has to win and one has to lose.

BC: Not if they both lose to a double countout....

The ref is at a six count when Osbourne comes running and leaping over the guardrail, as he hits eight and Osbourne hits the ring, Terry flips over the railing. As the ref hits nine, Terry Richards, winded, rolls under the bottom rope, barely beating the ten count.

TT: Good night, that was a close shave for Richards, but it may have been in vain....

BC: As Terry Richards rolls into the ring and comes to his feet,Osbourne, waiting perched atop the turnbuckle leaps off grabbing Terry around the head...MODIFIED MIND WIPE!

TT: Cover by Bob Osbourne......1..............2..........thre....FOOT ON THE ROPES!

BC: BAH! HE HAD IT! IT WAS OVER! Rookie mistakes Teddy, rookie mistakes.

TT: Bob is furious....what's he doing Bobby?

BC: He's pulling Terry up and positioning him for...uh oh....it's a new move he was telling me about when we spoke earlier....off the far ropes...

TT: Is he going for the old 619?

BC: Not exactly....BLACK OUT! Hooks the leg.....1...........2............3!

TT: And Bob Osbourne gets the title shot with James Baker next week!

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner...BOB OSBOURNE!

“Cowboys From Hell” plays as Osbourne heads up the ramp raising his arm, but clutching his sides, panting as he backs through the curtain.

TT: What a victory for Bob Osbourne but what a showing by Terry Richards! You just know it’s not over between these two!

BC: Not by a long shot and whatever happens next week in the Unified title match, you’ve gotta believe Terry Richards is the first one to take on the winner!

TT: No question, but this one had to sting for the former Horseman…he was out for revenge tonight and things didn’t go according to plan.

BC: What’s the old saying, Teddy? The true mark of a man is how he reacts in the face of adversity…let’s see how Richards reacts to this!

TT: Well coming up next folks, this one could just even nastier than the last match…Rob Osbourne takes on James Baker!

BC: Oh man…Baker has been bad mouthing the Horsemen for weeks now and The Nitemare finally had enough and demanded this match tonight! James Baker could learn a valuable lesson here tonight in this hell hole country!

TT: Well, over the last few weeks Bobby, one James Baker has been saying some admittedly rather unflattering comments about "The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne...

BC: Most of it probably true...

TT: Nevertheless, as Mariano Fernandez learned at Night of Champions, getting on The Nitemare's radar isn't a fun way to play when you're bored!

BC: HA! Teddy Turnbuckle made a funny! But you are right Teddy, Osbourne can be a very dangerous man. Not to mention Baker now knows that he will face off with The Nitemare's son Bob next week in for his title. Daddy Dearest does get to soften up the "Champ" this week to serve to Bobby next week.

TT: It's almost like they planned it.....that ....way....

BC: With Jimmy Blast back in the fold of the Horsemen, you definitely can't rule it out Turnbuckle!

TT: Let's get to the ring for the intro's and get this one under way.

Cut to the ring.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a non-title contest. First, hailing from Windermere, Florida by way of Nashville, Tennessee...standing six foot four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds....being accompanied to the ring by Jimmy Blast...he is a former CWF National and World Champion...."The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne!

"Nightmare" by Crooked X begins. The lights drop and purple and white spot lights flood the arena and swirl in a haze of fog machine smoke. Triple explosions happen in an arc at entrance way and Rob Osbourne runs out to an enormous pop from the crowd. Jimmy Blast, in a black wife beater, black jeans, and black cowboy boots, walks out behind Osbourne and they head to the ring.

Ring Announcer: And his opponent, hailing from Compton, California ...standing five feet and eleven inches, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds… "DA XTREME GANGSTA" JAMES BAKER!

"Hail Mary" by 2Pac hits and James Baker steps out from behind the curtain to a huge pop. Danielle pauses on the rmap with him and they both look at Blast and Osbourne, James points to the back and Danielle complies. Baker makes his way to the ring with a determined look on his face.

TT: And here...we....go! Obsourne and Baker circle in the center of the ring, Osbourne doing a mock Ali shuffle, goading Baker in.

BC: Baker complies and moves in for the tie up, Osbourne ties up and immediately head butts Baker in the face!

TT: Ruthless aggression by Osbourne...and he pulls the tie up in and belly to belly suplexes Baker...

BC: Baker rolls out of the drop and lands on his feet. What a veteran maneuver for the rookie Baker!

TT: Baker isn't a rookie, Bobby!

BC: He isn't?

TT: No, do your research. The guy’s a seven time world champion for crying out loud!

BC: Did those seven world championship have the three letters C...W...F before them?

TT: Well...no...they we-

BC: THEN IT DOESN'T MATTER!

TT: Point taken Mr.Crane. Baker back on the move going back into the mouth of the lion. Osbourne reaches in to tie back up with him, but Baker ducks under and crashes a forearm into the small of Osbourne's back. Osbourne drops to his hands and knees, Baker locking some side body ride submission...

BC: Side body ride? Yep...he learned that one in jail for sure!

TT: You are terrible, Bobby! And that's obviously an amateur wrestling hold.

BC: Osbourne reaches down and grabs Baker's shin, which is around his waist, and drives his elbow into the shin and pulls up on the ankle...he better let go or the leg's gonna snap....

TT: I can't look! Baker let's go...whew...that could have been nasty. Baker pulling away, sliding into a corner as Osbourne reaches up and feels the blood on the corner of his lip. Baker, on the other side of the ring, pulls himself up and walks off the leg cramp from Osbourne's pressure to get him to break that hold.

BC: Baker lasting beyond the opening bell impressed me, anything at this point is just gravy.

TT: Baker off of the ropes, Osbourne turning to face him, and baker leaps...hurricanrana...and Osbourne gets dropped and thrown around the ring by James Baker!

BC: Whodathunkit? Baker now, capitalizing on the moment of weakness while Osbourne is down, leaps up on the top rope...steadies himself...Osbourne starting to stadn...Baker leaps off...MISSILE DROPKICK BY JAMES BAKER!

TT: And Osbourne flips backwards and rolls out under the ropes onto the ring floor. He and Blast re-group and Baker stands ready in the center of the ring shouting "Come on"

BC: What is Osbourne doing? He waves both hands at Baker and runs his hands through his hair and starts walking up the ramp, The ref starts counting and Osbourne turns back to the ring.

TT: And Baker throws him a curve ball and comes flying out of the ring in a suicide dive, but Blast runs out in front of The Nitemare, and Baker nails Jimmy Blast instead!

BC: Osbourne now pulling Baker to his feet and forcing him by the nape of his neck back into the ring. Osbourne whips Baker into the ropes.....crucifix slam!

TT: Cover by Osbourne......1..............2.........thre-

BC: HA! Osbourne jerks Baker's head up and shakes his own head no!

TT: Osbourne pulling Baker back to his feet and shoves his head under his arm....BADD DREAM!

BC: Cover......1..........2....thre-

TT: DAMNIT! HE DID IT AGAIN!

BC: I think Rob Osbourne is sending James Baker a message Teddy.

TT: YA THINK?!

BC: Osbourne back up and he pulls Baker's limp body up. Sets him up again for another Badd Dream...NO! Baker yanks Osbourne's legs from beneath him and starts dropping bombs on Osbourne!

TT: And Baker fighting like he's back in the streets of Compton! He's taking it to Osbourne. But Obsourne wraps him up and turns him over and leaps up. Baker comes straight in for him and Osbourne kicks him in the stomach, Baker keels over...Osbourne slams his head under his arm...here it comes...

BC: BADD DREAM! Cover by Osbourne............1...............2...........thre....KICKOUT BY BAKER!

TT: JAMES BAKER JUST KICKED OUT OF A SECOND BADD DREAM...I DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!

BC: Neither does Rob Osbourne...he's motioning to the ref that he made a slow count...Blast on the other side of the ring slides the Unified title into the ring...

TT: Osbourne now shouting at the ref...Osbourne shoves the ref....AND THE REF SHOVES HIM BACK! The ref now giving him a warning that if he touches him again he'll call for the bell.

BC: Blast now back over on the same side of the ring as the ref and Osbourne, he leaps up on the ring apron, the ref quickly focuses his attention on trying to get Jimmy Blast out of the ring.

TT: Baker is trying to regain control and get off the mat, his eyes are open and his head is bobbing from side to side, but he needs to get UP! Osbourne pulls Baker back up....

BC: BADD DREAM ON THE UNIFIED TITLE! Blast drops off the apron and points at the cover.........1......................2..............................3!

*DING DING DING!*

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner..."THE NITEMARE" ROB OSBOURNE!

TT: Despicable. I don't believe it! I thought Baker was going to score the upset for a moment...

BC: A moment is all the Horsemen need to take advantage. Like Osbourne said, it's all about seizing opportunities.

"Nightmare" by Crooked X plays as Jimmy Blast raises Osbourne's hand. The two men exit the ring and head up the ramp.

TT: Well tremendous heart shown by James Baker…it took not one, not two, but THREE Badd Dreams, including one on the Unified title, to put him away…Osbourne may have scored the victory but Baker made his point loud at clear…he’s not going down without a fight!

BC: Yeah but what kind of condition is he in now? He has to fly all the way to London with a possible concussion!

TT: Well you may be right, but nonetheless folks…we have to take one final commercial break, but when we come back, Pledge Allegiance will make an announcement…you don’t want to miss this, stay tuned!

TT: Alright, welcome back to CWF Saturday Night Showdown fans, and Bobby, it’s time. We’ve waited all week with baited breath…we’ve waited to see what Pledge Allegiance’s big announcement was going to be.

BC: Who cares?!

TT: I care Bobby! And so do those here in attendance tonight as well as the millions watching at home.

BC: Puh-lease! There’s rampant speculation that the so-called “American Icon” is going to throw the towel in here tonight! You know what I say, Teddy? Good riddance!

TT: You really need to stop, Bobby. Pledge has been a cornerstone of this organization for over ten years! Without his contributions to The CWF, who knows where this place would be today? Well, Bobby, whatever Pledge has to say here tonight, I understand that the the CWF has prepared a video tribute to The American Icon…

The big screen lights up and “My Hero” by The Foo Fighters plays and highlights of Pledge Allegiance’s career are shown. We see shots of him capturing The CWF Mid-Atlantic Title as well as his epic battles with Z-Pac and The Boston Pops. The video then goes to show highlights of Pledge’s three CWF World Title victories over Z-Pac, The Six Pack Challenge at Last Man Standing 2000, and “The Nitemare” Rob Osbourne at Fall Fever 2009. Next it goes on to show some of Pledge’s past associates…Trixie Lee, Don Russo, Hellstone and Simon Styles, The Osbournes, and Revelation. We see Pledge gain entrance into The CWF Hall of Fame with win over Jeff Jericho. It then fades into some of Pledge’s most athletic feats…getting tossed off the top of the cage by Brian Adams during Craze in the Maze as well as Pledge’s historic, picture perfect, moonsault off the top of the cage at Night of Champions II. Finally, it segways into some of Pledge’s most crushing losses…the two losses to Brian Adams as well as his loss to Magnus Thunder at Night of Champions III, which concludes the video, in slow motion.

TT: Wow! How about that! It’s electric here tonight Bobby. I understand that the incomparable Don Russo and the always lovely Trixie Lee are watching from a skybox here.

BC: Yuck. I feel sick to my stomach!

TT: There you have it folks, the career of man who just might truly be the most enigmatic, most charismatic, most sensational CWF Superstar ever! Ladies and gentlemen…please welcome to the ring…the one…the only…The American Icon…Pledge Allegiance!

“Iron Man” by Black Sabbath roars throughout the arena and everyone in attendance jumps to their feet. Pledge Allegiance finally makes his way through the curtain and stands on the stage and soaks in the cheers. A “Please Don’t Go” chant erupts from the cheers. Overwhelmed with emotion, Pledge inhales and exhales and makes his way down the aisle, slapping hands along the way. When he gets to the ring, he hops from the floor to the ring apron, steps over the top rope and calls for a microphone from the timekeeper. The timekeeper then tosses Pledge a mic. Pledge stands in the middle of the ring basking in the cheers from the fans. Still overcome with emotion, Pledge looks down and bites his lower lip which has begun to quiver. Finally, he takes a deep breath and begins to address the crowd.

Pledge Allegiance: Thank you, thank you…thank you! When I wrestled my first match twelve years ago, in SAW, never, in a million years would I ever have imagined that I would accomplish all that I have. In the twelve years since Don Russo first plucked me out of obscurity, I have traveled all over the world, seen many fascinating places and met many, many great people.

My professional resume speaks for itself. I have six World Titles and a host of other championships under my belt. My greatest accomplishment came earlier this year when I was inducted into the CWF Hall of Fame. I’ve been a part of some of the greatest wrestling promotions of all time. I’ve had great success in SAW, the EWA, the IoA, and here, in the CWF. However, the success that I attained in SAW, EWA, and The IoA all pales in comparison to what I’ve achieved here in The CWF. God knows I bleed, but I bleed the CWF, and it will always be my home.

To say that over the last decade plus that I’ve been involved in some wars…would be an understatement. I’ve faced every challenge head on and ran from no one. I’ve gone toe to toe with the biggest names in this business…whether it was Blast, Jericho, The Hotshot, The Boston Pops, Magnus, or The Nitemare…I’ve beaten them all.

Oh…The Nitemare. What more can I say about The Nitemare that I haven’t said before? He’s a master at this game. He’s been my fiercest opponent. He’s had the potential to be my greatest friend. The blood in our veins will be the tie that binds us forever. At Fall Fever, we did just what we said we would do. We held a clinic to show these upstarts here in The CWF how to get it done in the ring. Defeating The Nitemare for The CWF World Championship could not have been sweeter. Without The Nitemare there would be no Pledge Allegiance and vice versa. Any analogy you can think of, the yin and the yang, the irresistible force meeting the immovable object…that’s us. We made each other better. So to say I owe part of my success to “The Nitemare” Rob Osbourne…that wouldn’t be unreasonable. To The Nitemare, if you’re within the sound of my voice, and I think you are…thank you.

It was almost a year ago when my phone rang and I got the call that The CWF was open for business. I debated and debated as to whether or not it was necessary for me to come back. I was up to my neck in work with my charitable foundation. I was financially prosperous. One night, I sat down with Trixie and we listed the pros and cons. Together, we decided that there were goals that I could still achieve here. I’m proud to stand here and say that I accomplished them. Since February, I was able to have another epic battle with The Nitemare, I was inducted into the CWF Hall of Fame and I had one more title reign.

My work here is done. It’s with a heavy heart that I must announce that it’s time to say goodbye. I’m not here to boo hoo about losing to Magnus. I’m not putting my tail between my legs and leaving because The Horsemen are allegedly running roughshod over The CWF. The time is right. There are plenty of guys on the roster that can take care of business. Mariano is by far the best new superstar to come down the pike in a long time. He will be standing in the middle of this ring with the CWF World Title around his waist in no time. Guys like Baker and Richards, they’re not too far behind him. If they can all learn to work together, they will be able to fight the good fight.

I will say this, however. When The CWF truly, and I mean honest to God, needs a hero to light its darkest hour, your American Icon, Pledge Alligence will be there!

Thank you, everyone, and goodnight!

“Nightmare” by Crooked X hits and the fans boo loudly as “The Nitemare” Rob Osbourne appears at the entrance way holding a mic.

TT: What the hell is this?! Let the man have his moment!

NRO: Pledge...Phillip...I want to do something that typically gets frowned upon by the head office...I'm going to speak to you just me to you. No storylines. No angles. No gimmicks.

I want you to know what you mean to this sport....what you mean to this promotion...what you mean to these fans...but most importantly, what you mean to me. I can't believe I would ever be saying this, but I am going to miss you little brother.

Anyone that hasn't lived under a rock for the last 20 years knows about our history. We have battled in every state in the US, and just about every country on the planet. We have blown the doors off of arenas and stadiums worldwide and there is no one....NO ONE...that I would have rather done it with.

If someone had come to me in 1997 and said 'Hey Rob, we're gonna start a feud with you and Pledge and its going to be the biggest thing in a LONG time, and it’s going to run across six promotions and last over 15 years, and you'll team up and turn on each other a good five or six times along the way' - I would have told them they were nucking futs. I would have laughed them out of the building, but low and behold here we are.

I can't believe we're saying goodbye to Pledge Allegiance, but it is not and I repeat NOT farewell. I love you like the brother you are!

A single tear runs down Pledge’s cheek.

TT: Wow…a surprisingly compassionate Rob Osbourne…very classy. And I have to echo his sentiments…Pledge Allegiance will be sorely missed in the CWF. “Iron Man” plays one last time and the audience gives Pledge a standing ovation. Pledge climbs all four corners of the turnbuckles and raises his arms and waves at the audience.

BC: I’m gonna be sick.

TT: Would you stop it?! Pledge deserves all the adulation he gets! What a true champion of this industry he is! A three time world champion, a CWF Hall of Famer, and a CWF icon!

BC: Well, fine…so he’s one of the all time greats…there’s still no call for this sappiness!

TT: In any event folks…as they say, the show must go on, and up next we have a main event that the entire country of Argentina has been looking forward to all week long…it’s what put 70,000 plus butts in the seats tonight…it’s Mariano Fernandez, the hometown hero, taking on Magnus Thunder…and if Mariano can pull out a victory tonight, he will get a CWF World Heavyweight Championship match against Magnus Thunder at Battle to Survive in Sydney, Australia later this month!

BC: This is by far the biggest match in Mariano’s young career, but the little midget is gonna get crushed by Magnus tonight in front of his friends and family! Magnus hasn’t forgotten the last time these two clashed and Mariano wouldn’t stay down…the little Mexican jumping bean. But you saw how ruthless Magnus could be earlier tonight…he’s in a foul mood, he’s already taken out the owner of the CWF, and now he’s gonna crush Mariano Fernandez!

TT: Well let’s find out if you’re right, Bobby…let’s head to the ring for the main event!

Cut to the ring.

Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with the stipulation that if Mariano Fernandez is victorious tonight, he will challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship at Battle To Survive!

BC: It's David versus Goliath!

TT: The crowd is silent as they await the participants!

"The Biggest Fight" by Hironobu Kageyama hits the arena as the sold out crowd drowns the music out with cheers. All eyes are on the entrance awaiting Fernandez, but he doesn’t appear. The cheers get louder as we pan through the crowd, noticing Fernandez making his way through the fans.

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina! He weighs in at one hundred seventy six pounds...MARIANO "SHADOW" FERNANDEZ!

Mariano makes his way to the barricade, quickly hopping over it. He slides in to the ring and poses for the crowd, obviously a fan favorite as his music fades.

TT: What an ovation for Mariano tonight!

The crowd slowly begins to die down as all eyes are on the entrance stage again. The open air is starting to cool as "Haunted (Instrumental)" by Type-O Negative hits the arena. The crowd erupts in boos as the lights at the stage go out. Thunder cracks as three bright blue flashes erupt from the stage. The lights return and Magnus appears on stage, Hellbringer in one hand, and the World Heavyweight Championship draped across his opposite shoulder. He raises Hellbringer high in to the air, only to recieve thunderous boos from the surrounding masses. He slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp.

Ring Announcer: On his way to the ring. From Jotunheim, Norway. He weighs in at five hundred pounds and is the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...MAGNUS THUNDER!

The crowd continues to boo as Magnus steps on to the apron and steps over the top rope to climb in to the ring. He hands Hellbringer to an official on the outside along with his World Heavyweight Championship. The music fades as Magnus turns his attention to Mariano.

TT: How in the world is Mariano going to combat against this mammoth?!

BC: Well, normally I would say that he couldn't. But let us not forget that Mariano did actually bring Magnus to a time limit draw a few weeks ago!

*DING! DING! DING!*

TT: Well, there's the opening bell. It's going to be the speed and unorthodox style of Mariano Fernandez against the power and remorselessness of Magnus Thunder! Magnus looks ready to catch Mariano as he forces him back toward the corner. Mariano looks like he's trapped! Magnus comes at him for the lockup, but Mariano ducks it, getting behind Magnus! Mariano with a pair of kicks to the calf, and Magnus turns around. Dropkick to Magnus's petalla, and he's down to one knee! YAKUZA KICK! MARIANO HIT THE YAKUZA KICK! And he has the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

TT: OH MY GOD!!! IS IT OVER?!

The referee waves off the pinfall as Magnus grabbed the bottom rope.

TT: WOW! It was almost over just like that!

BC: Well, he caught the big man off guard, Teddy!

TT: Mariano with another shot to Magnus' head as Magnus tries to get up. Magnus is back to his feet, but Mariano springboards off the second rope...spinwheel...no! Magnus catches him! Magnus repositions Mariano and sends him hard back first in to the corner with a toss! Magnus buries a shoulder to the gut, and Mariano is in a bad position here!

BC: He started off strong, but the mammoth has him trapped now!

TT: Magnus grips the throat and lifts Mariano in the air. But Mariano struggles, landing a hard roundhouse to Magnus' head. And Mariano with a head scissors, draping Magnus across the middle rope! Mariano hits the far ropes. He returns...catapults himself over the top rope...legdrop!

BC: He'll need to rely on this quickness if he wants to win!

TT: Shoryuu-Ken from the outside by Mariano, and Magnus stumbles back as he makes it to his feet! Mariano is up on the apron. He springboards...dropkick...no! Magnus swats him away like a fly! Magnus brings Mariano back to his feet and quickly lifts him to the shoulder. Magnus with a full rush, and he slams Mariano back first in to the corner with an Oklahoma slam! Magnus hooks Mariano's legs, tying him to the tree-of-woe!

BC: Bad position for Mariano to be in!

TT: Magnus rushes in for a spear...but Mariano lifts himself to a sitting position forcing Magnus to slam shoulder first in to the ring post! Mariano rolls down Magnus' back and rolls him up!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THR...

Before the referee can make the three, Magnus uses his strength to kick out, launching Mariano shoulder first in to the post, and crashing to the outside. Magnus gets back up and quickly rolls out to continue his attack on Mariano. He picks Mariano up...lifts him high overhead, and drops him chest first on to the barricade.

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

Magnus picks Mariano up again and rolls him in to the ring. Magnus holds Mariano's head in place, draping over the apron. He comes down on Mariano's face with a hard elbow. Magnus rolls back in to the ring and places his foot on Mariano for the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

NO!!!!!

TT: Mariano gets the shoulder up! Magnus picks Mariano up and drops him back first across the knee. He holds Mariano still, lifting him up again in a side slam position, and again drops him across the knee. He pulls Mariano up one more time...sidewalk slam! Mariano flips to his stomach in pain as Magnus grabs a hold of his left leg.

Magnus pulls on the leg, lifting Mariano high in to the air and slams him hard down to the mat, knee first! Magnus grabs Mariano's leg again, and again drives him knee first in to the mat! Magnus places Mariano under the bottom rope. He reaches through the ropes to grab Mariano's head and starts yanking back, using the ropes for the hold as the referee begins to count!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

TT: And Magnus finally breaks the hold! The referee admonishes him, but it doesn't seem like Magnus cares! And he drops a knee right on to the shoulder blade!

BC: Magnus is physically dissecting Mariano!

TT: Magnus picks Mariano up and applies a front face lock. He lifts Mariano vertical!

Magnus walks around the ring, one hand holding Mariano up for the suplex. Magnus finally drops him forward, gut first on the top rope! Mariano slumps to the apron as he tries to catch his breath. Magnus comes at Mariano...and Mariano counters with a shoulder to the gut! Magnus slumps over for a second before fully standing again...roundhouse by Mariano from the apron! Magnus stumbles back as Mariano springboards...spinwheel kick!

TT: He has knocked the big man off his feet! And Mariano with another springboard...moonsault! Mariano grabs Magnus arm and scissors it. He falls forward, hyperextending the elbow! He grabs the arm again...cross armbar!

BC: He has this cross armbar submission locked in! A very painful hold to encounter!

The referee checks on Magnus who is trying to use his strength to get back up. He's able to make it to his knees, but Mariano still has the hold locked in! Magnus is to his feet, and he lifts Mariano in to the air...modified sitdown powerbomb! Magnus rolls back, holding his arm as he catches his breath!

BC: Beautiful move by Magnus, if I may say so myself. But that armbar looks like it has done some damage!

TT: Magnus is back to his feet and he picks up...no! Mariano forces Magnus through the ropes and to the outside as Magnus went to pick him up! Magnus is using the barricade to bring himself back to his feet, and Mariano's hitting the far ropes. Mariano with a running springboard...seated senton, and he and Magnus tumble in to the crowd!

The fans erupt in cheers as Magnus lays at their feet! Mariano gets back to his feet. He uses all of his power to bring Magnus back to his feet, and forces him back over the barricade.

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

Mariano climbs on to the barricade as Magnus slowly gets back up. Mariano runs the barricade...seated senton on Magnus!

FIVE!!!!!

SIX!!!!!

BC: Mariano has definitely come to fight!

TT: The ref is up to a count of six as Mariano is getting back to his feet. He rolls in to the ring, and rolls back up, restarting the count! Mariano again uses his strength to bring Magnus to his feet...but Magnus buries a knee to the gut! He grabs Mariano by the wrist...hard irish whip in to the steel steps!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

TT: Magnus picks Mariano back up and lifts him overhead with a military press...and he tosses Mariano over the top rope back in to the ring! Magnus rolls in after him and makes the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

KICKOUT!!!!!

BC: You almost have to think that if Magnus would have hooked the leg, Mariano wouldn't have been able to kick out!

TT: Magnus grabs Mariano by the left leg and drags him to the center of the ring. He places Mariano's leg behind his neck...THE BRUTAL REST!

BC: This is a new submission we've been seeing Magnus use as of recent...but as you can see, he can't apply it as well to Mariano as he has in the past!

TT: The height difference forces Magnus to lean too far down to apply full pressure. If he lowers his body for it, he'll lose his support!

BC: Obviously the hold is still working though, as Mariano is in extreme pain, looking ready to tap out!

Mariano has his hand in the air, ready to drop it to the mat. The referee is watching closely! Mariano with a hard shot to the head from his loose leg...and another! Magnus stumbles back, allowing Mariano to counter the hold! Mariano uses his trapped leg to lift his body, wrapping his other leg around Magnus' head! Mariano with a hard right...a second...a third, and Magnus stumbles back, leaning against the ropes! Mariano flips himself around, and falls back as he has Magnus' head scissored!

TT: Mariano with a unique move here! Almost a tarantula, but he's holding Magnus around the waist rather than holding his legs! Mariano releases the hold, dropping to the floor as Magnus stumbles out. Mariano steps back up to the apron and quickly springboards as Magnus turns around...shining wizard! And Mariano floats over in to the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THR...NO!!!!!

TT: Magnus gets his shoulder up! Mariano brings Magnus to a seated position and lodges his knee in to Magnus' back! He grabs Magnus by the wrists...modified bow and arrow!

BC: How impressive has Mariano been here tonight?!

TT: It truly is unbelievable that he can keep himself in the match like this! And he drills Magnus hard in the back with his knee before once again yanking back on Magnus' arms!

Magnus tries pulling his arms together. As he slowly brings them toward each other in front of him, Mariano releases the hold and drills Magnus in the head with a knee. Mariano falls with a quick legdrop on Magnus. He grabs Magnus' arm and applies a modified armbar. The referee checks on Magnus who refuses to give up. Magnus makes it to his knee as Mariano tries to apply more pressure. Magnus makes it back to his feet and delivers a hard fist to the gut. Mariano releases the hold as he hunches over.

TT: Magnus shoots Mariano off in to the ropes. Magnus with a clothesline, but Mariano ducks it on the rebound! Mariano with a springboard, and he leaps back at Magnus with a seated senton! But Magnus catches him! Powerbomb! Another Powerbomb! Thunder...no! Mariano reverses it in to a DDT!!! Both men are down!

BC: Mariano with an excellent reversal to the Thunderstorm!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

TT: The referee has started his count, as neither man appears to be moving!

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

TT: Mariano is finally starting to stir, slowly getting back to his feet. He falls in to the corner for support as Magnus has made his way to the ropes. Magnus uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Mariano rushes at Magnus...and he's turned inside out by a lariat from Magnus!

BC: Mariano got hit with enough impact, that he actually did a backflip from that shot!

TT: Magnus is still trying to catch his breath as he holds the top rope for support!

BC: Both of these men have to be worn down, Teddy! It's been both men giving it their all!

TT: Magnus reaches down with one hand, gripping Mariano by the throat. He lifts Mariano to his feet and thrusts him back first in to the corner. Magnus approaches Mariano, and he laces Mariano with a vicious back elbow...and another! Magnus hoists Mariano to the top rope. He climbs up, grabbing around the waist of Mariano!

Magnus tosses Mariano overhead with the Downburst, but Mariano is able to do a full flip and land on his feet. Magnus uses the corner to pull himself back to his feet, unaware that Mariano is rushing at him...knee lift in the corner!!! Mariano grabs Magnus with a headlock, running out for a bulldog, but Magnus shoves him off in to the ropes! Mariano on the return...dropkick to Magnus' knee! Magnus falls to a knee as Mariano hits the ropes behind him. Mariano summersaults over Magnus...grabbing him for a cutter! Mariano makes the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THR...NO!!!!!

TT: Magnus lifts his left shoulder!

BC: Unbelievable match so far! The crowd here has erupted in cheers for Mariano!

TT: Magnus is slowly starting to get up, making it to one knee. YAKUZA KICK!!! NO!!! Magnus saw it coming and ducked it! He's back to his feet as Mariano turns around...boot to the gut! He positions Mariano for the powerbomb! Magnus lifts him, and he drops him to the mat...and another powerbomb! He lifts Mariano back up...power...no!!! Mariano is holding the top rope! Mariano with a hard right...he struggles, and he escapes the move! Dropkick by Mariano, and Magnus is sent crashing to the floor!

BC: Mariano again escapes the Thunderstorm!

TT: It looks like Mariano might have hurt his ankle during that dropkick!

The referee checks on Mariano when the crowd suddenly begins to boo.

BC: What the hell?! I think someone just hopped the barricade!

TT: It's Blood!

Magnus makes it to all fours as Blood rushes at him with a hard big boot! Magnus falls back to the floor.

TT: Come on now! We had a great match going on!

Blood grabs the World Heavyweight Championship, positioning himself...waiting for Magnus to get back up. As he readies himself, he glances over toward the timekeeper's table. He smirks as he sets the championship back down, and reaches over near the timekeeper to grab Hellbringer.

TT: The referee should be stopping this!

BC: The referee doesn't even realize what's going on! He's still checking on Mariano!

As Magnus makes it to one knee, Blood rushes at him, cracking Hellbringer off of Magnus' skull! Magnus collapses back to the floor motionless. Blood hops back over the barricade, making his way through the crowd as he looks back towards Magnus.

TT: Blood has just ruined a great match!

Mariano tries to stand, still a little sore as he limps. The referee makes sure he's willing to continue before making his way toward Magnus.

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

TT: This isn't right, Bobby!

BC: Hey, the ref didn't see it...therefore, it's not illegal!

FIVE!!!!!

SIX!!!!!

SEVEN!!!!!

EIGHT!!!!!

Blood stomps in the crowd, looking on at Magnus who is trying to finally get up. He's grabbing the apron trying to pull himself back up as blood begins to trickle slowly down his face.

TT: Not like this!

BC: I think the stalemate between Mariano and Magnus ends tonight!

NINE!!!!!

TEN!!!!!

BC: IT DOES! MARIANO WON!

*DING DING DING!*

Ring Announcer: Your winner as a result of a countout...MARIANO "SHADOW" FERNANDEZ!

The crowd explodes!

TT: Why did it have to end like this?!

BC: I don't think Mariano realizes that Magnus was knocked out by Blood!

Magnus finally brings himself back to his feet, looking at Blood first in the crowd, then at Mariano, realizing that he will face him at Battle To Survive. Blood raises Hellbringer high in to the air as Magnus Thunder glares in his direction.

TT: MY GOD! THIS CROWD HAS GONE BANANAS! AND WE ARE OUT OF TIME! MARIANO HAS HIS TITLE SHOT AT BATTLE TO SURVIVE!

BC: WHAT?! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!

TT: I’m Teddy Turnbuckle for “Beautiful” Bobby Crane…what a night it’s been! Thanks for joining us, fans! See you next week from London, England!

Mariano jumps into the crowd celebrating, unaware of what transpired. Magnus Thunder stares down Blood, still smirking in the crowd.

Fade to black.

Until next time…