The scene for Glory opens to a lavish locker room. There is a huge table full of fruit, champagne, and at the end of the table the CWF PRO championship. The boos insue for a second until the camera comes to another huge Oak table, behind it is the one man who can get the crowd riled up....JP Klash???

JP: Hey Drew you ready for tonight?

Out of the shower room comes Drew Carrig to massive boos.

Drew: Oh man am I ready? Hell I am not even wrestling tonight and I am pumped. Tonight is a night for the ages...the New Age that is.

JP: So whats the first order of action?

Drew: Well tonight we are going to go on a little recruiting trip. We have to get people willing to fight for the cause. But I will take care of that. You just sit back and get ready for your match tonight with TJ Raven while I go out and take care of everything.

JP: Will do boss.

Drew grabs the CWF Pro Title and heads out as the scene cuts to Roger Monroe and Grant Henley.

Monroe: Recruiting trip? What is Drew doing...forming an army?

Henley: Thats what it looks like. Well its time to go to our first match of the evening. It pits the CWF Hardcore Champion, Paul Sterling against the up and coming Gabriel Steele.

Scene immediately cuts backstage just before the entrance way where we see Gabriel Steele doing some last minute preperations before his match. All of a sudden he is forced to turn around.

Drew: Hey if it isn't Gabriel Steele. My...My...hey I know you got a match in a few seconds so I'll get straight to the point. I want you to join our cause. I want you to fight with us. Imagine this...Gabriel Steele alongside the former CWF World Champion and CWF PRO Champion, Drew Carrig. What do you say man?

Gabriel Steele just gives Drew this distainful look and walks through the curtains heading to the ring.

Drew: Hmm...

DING!

DING!

DING!

Monroe: And here we go!

(Steele and Sterling lock up. Sterling with a hammer-lock. Steele counters it with an arm-bar. He tries to sweep Sterling's feet out, but he hops over it. Paul Sterling elbows Steele in the head and snapmares him to the mat. Steele is quick up, and ducks a clothesline. He kicks the Hardcore champ in the stomach, and whips him in the ropes. Sterling leap frogs over Steele. He bounces off the next set of ropes and comes back with a cross-body block, taking Boog-man to the mat. He goes for the cover, 1........2..... kickout. Gabe Steele returns to his feet. Sterling charges after him, but is hoisted up in the air. Sterling falls neck first onto the top rope. He bounces backwards holding his neck, and falls victim to a German suplex. Steele gets to his feet, and the crowd pops.)

Monroe: Gabe manages to win that little scuffle to begin this match.

Henley: But Sterling just rolled to outside. And he's going under the ring. It's HIS game now.

(Steele smiles as Sterling pulls a box of florescent light bulbs from under the ring.)

Monroe: Steele knows he's in for some hurt, and plans to dish out some himself.

(Sterling slides the lights in the ring. Steele lunges for them, but Sterling pulls them away. So, Paul Sterling pulls out two tubes of lights and hops on the apron. Steele slides out of the ring on the other side and looks under the ring.)

Monroe: Fight fire with fire.

(Steele pulls out a couple street signs. He slides into the ring. He and Sterling stand across.)

Henley: Now things get interesting.

(Both men are at a standstill, waiting for the other to attack. And finally Sterling does. He swings and misses. Steele clocks Sterling in the forehead with a STOP sign. Sterling is wobbly. Another hard shot, this time from the YIELD sign. Sterling won't go down. Now, Steele rotates, hitting Paul with the STOP sign, then the YIELD sign, STOP sign, YIELD sign, STOP sign, YIELD sign. Finally, Sterling goes down.)

Monroe: That sure, STOPPED, Paul Sterling, eh Grant?

Henley: Lame, Monroe. Very lame.

Monroe: I know.

(Sterling drops the signs and rips one of the florescent tubes from Sterling's hand. He reels back, and swings.)

CRASH!

Monroe: Sterling just came out at the last moment and shattered that light over Gabe's head!

Henley: Sweet!

(Steele falls backwards. He bounces off the ropes and stumbles towards Sterling, who lifts him high in the air.)

CRASH!

Monroe: Now STEELE shattered that light bulb over Sterling's head!

Henley: Lucky sum-bitch.

(Both men are on the mat, horizontal. Blood appears on the foreheads of both men.)

Henley: BLOOD!

Monroe: And just like that. These matches are so dangerous.

(Both men now pull themselves up. Gabe Steele swings with a wild right. It's ducked, and Steele drops him with a side-Russian legsweep. Now, Steele slides out for a chair. He grabs one, and slides back in. Steele sticks it in the corner between the second and third ropes. He grabs Sterling by the hair and pulls him up.)

Monroe: Steele setting up Sterling now. He's gonna send him face first into that chair... no, it's reversed! Whoa! Steele stopped JUST short of that chair.

(Behind him, Sterling charges after him. Steele out of instinct, drops right down. Sterling misses Steele, and goes shoulderfirst into the chair.)

Henley: That was a mistake.

(Steele grabs Sterling by the head. He smacks it off the chair. Repeatedly. First 5, then 10 times.)

Monroe: Steele is unleashing on Sterling! It's the only way he can win this thing.

(Steele finally stops, only to roll out of the ring and pull a table from under it. He slides in the ring. The crowd pops. Steele lays the table against the corner next to the one with the chair. He returns to Sterling, pulling him to his feet. The World's Original scoops him up over his shoulder, facing the table.)

Monroe: Is he gonna slam him through that table?

Henley: If we're lucky, he'll drop Sterling and go through alone.

(Steele charges. Sterling however slides off his back. Steele stops and turns around to get a kick to the midsection, followed by a hard DDT.)

Henley: Well, I was half right.

(Sterling grabs Steele by his hair. He pulls Steele to the corner with the chair. And much like the Steele did, Sterling smacks his head off the chair numerous times. Each one getting a larger pop than the previous.)

Monroe: These two respect each other, but know they need to destroy the other to win.

Henley: Ah. The beauty of the Hardcore title.

(Now, Paul Sterling rolls out of the ring. He grabs the box of florescent lights and enters the ring again. Taking one out at a time, Sterling places them in the corner opposite the one with the chair. Sterling empties the whole box, totaling 6 lights resting in the corner on top of the second rope.)

Henley: I like where this is going.

(Sterling returns to Steele, pulling him up. Now, Sterling scoops Steele over his shoulder.)

Henley: OOH!

(He charges the corner, when Steele slides off his shoulder. Sterling turns around. Steele goes for a kick to the mid-section, but Sterling catches his foot. Gabe goes for an enzigurri, and takes Paul Sterling down. Sterling returns up, and Steele spinebuster's him right back down in the center of the ring. Now, Steele climbs to the toprope.)

Monroe: Steele is going high-risk!

(Facing the crowd, Steele jumps backwards with a moonsault. But Paul Sterling rolls out of the ring.)

Monroe: Steele misses with the moonsault! That could have been it!

(Sterling now slides out of the ring, and pulls a second table from under the ring. He slides it in.)

Henley: Two tables. Yes!

(Paul Sterling sets the table up in the remaining table opposite the other corner with the table.)

Henley: This looks very promising, Monroe!

Monroe: Two tables in two corners, a chair in the third, and a whack of florescent lights in the fourth!

(Steele returns to his feet. Sterling meets him with a European uppercut. He scoops Steele up, and nails him down with a short-powerbomb. He goes for the cover.)

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . Steele with the shoulder up.

(Sterling allows Steele to get to his feet. He charges with a boot, but it's ducked. Steele catches Paul Sterling with a quick uppercut. He quickly sets Sterling up, and with a quick snap suplex, puts him through a table.)

Monroe: SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!

Henley: Cover!

1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NO!

Henley: Thank the lord. Gabriel Steele CAN NOT be my Hardcore champ! I will not have it!

Monroe: There ain't nothing you can do, Grant. If Steele wins, that's it.

(Steele scoops Sterling up, and puts him in a tree of woe in the corner with the chair. He slides out and grabs a second chair, and slides back in.)

Henley: Is Steele gonna steal Sterling's attacks?

(Steele winds up, and swings, connecting with Sterling's exposed body. He continues the attack, hitting Sterling six times.)

Henley: HE DID! The lousy rat bastard!

(Steele goes to the opposite corner. He takes a 3-point stance and charges at Sterling's exposed body. He leaps with a spear, but Sterling falls to the mat. Steele drives his own head into the steel.)

Henley: HAHA! I love it!

(Both men are down. The crowd is actually starting to get behind Steele as they begin to roll around.)

Monroe: It looks like Paul's getting up first. Gabe's right behind him.

(Sterling with a right hand, it's blocked. Another one, it's blocked. Steele now connects with a right, then a left, and another right. He charges at the Hardcore champ. Sterling, at the last second, boosts Steele in the air, and drops him face first THROUGH the florescent bulbs.)

Henley: HOLY LOVE OF VIOLENCE!

(The crowd chants away. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!")

Monroe: Sterling's gotta be badly cut now. This is sick.

Henley: I love this division!

(There remains one table in the ring, leaning against a corner. A chair is still snug between the second and third ropes in the adjacent corner. Now, Sterling grabs Steele by his hair and pulls him up. In the corner opposite the one with the table, Sterling stuffs Steele's head between his legs.)

Henley: I'm gonna love this!

(Sterling lifts Steele high in the air, over his back. He charges towards the table, and powerbombs Steele through it. Steele is folded in half.)

Henley: RUNNING POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!

Monroe: That was repulsive!

(Sterling crawls to Steele. He makes the cover.)

. . . . . . . . . ONE . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . THREE!!

Monroe: KICKOUT! He frickin' kicked out!

Henley: How did Gabe kick out of that??

Monroe: Who knows how he does what he does.

(Sterling rolls out of the ring. He looks underneath the squared circle, and finds what he's looking for. Then, he returns inside.)

Monroe: Sterling has that staplegun!

(Sterling brings the staplegun to Gabe's forehead. He begins to squeeze, but Steele gives him a thumb in the eye, and swats the gun away.)

Henley: Oh. The lucky S.O.B.!

(Steele climbs to his feet, and drops Sterling with a stunner. Then, Steele falls back down.)

Monroe: Gruesome match.

(Steele rolls around the ring. He finds the staplegun. Steele gets to his feet with the gun in his right hand. He slowly approaches Sterling, who is just returning to his feet.)

Henley: Things is gonna get ugly...er!

(Steele clocks Sterling with the staplegun in the side of the head. He drops to his knees. Steele brings the gun to Sterling's forehead and glances at the energetic fans.)

Monroe: He's gonna drive staples into Sterling's head!

(Suddenly, the lights dim. And just like last week, "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool rips through the arena.)

Monroe: Wait a minute.

Henley: It's Drew Carrig!

(With the lights dimmed, Drew Carrig approaches the ring from the ramp. He carries with him, a sledge hammer. Gabriel Steele drops Sterling in a second. He calls on Carrig.)

Monroe: Things are gonna go off!

(Drew Carrig nears ringside. He makes room by swinging the hammer around, and finally enters.)

Henley: Gabe's in trouble! Don't go after a man with a sledgehammer. I learned that in grade six.

(Steele backs away from a swing. Carrig swings again, this time the sledgehammer slides out of his hands and lands outside the ring.)

Monroe: Whoops!

(Realizing his mistake, Drew Carrig slides out of the ring. He sprints down the aisle with Gabriel Steele chasing right behind.)

Monroe: Gabe's going after Carrig! I take it that this is an official rejection by Steele.

(Carrig runs through the curtains, and Steele follows him. Just like that, Paul Sterling is alone in the ring. He stands, staring at the entranceway, where the two men disappeared. And just then, TJ Raven hopes over the railing from the crowd. He grabs the sledgehammer thrown away, and enters the ring.)

Henley: Monroe! There's TJ Raven!

Monroe: And he's got the sledgehammer! Turn around, Sterling!

(As the crowd is vocal, Sterling continues to stare at the entranceway, not sure what to do. Then, he decides to leave after the two. But, Raven puts a hand on his shoulder.)

Henley: Uh oh.

(Sterling turns around.)

Monroe: Raven just.... dropped the sledgehammer?!?!?!

(Sterling looks astonished as Raven drops his weapon. Raven takes a few steps backwards to distance himself from Sterling. Then, grabs a microphone.)

Raven: You know I was going to cave your skull in right there but I decided on something else. Upcoming is the CWF Pay Per View, Hardcore Warfare and at that ppv it will indeed be a war because I want to face you, one last time in a very special match. This match has never been done before because only a sick mind such as mine can come up with it. This match is a Inferno Ladder match that will take place inside a steel cage.

Monroe: What the hell is that?

Raven: So what do you say?

Sterling: Um....how about no? I have proved all I needed to prove against you. I've beaten you two weeks in a row. I stole your wife and your daughter.

Raven: Your right, you have nothing to prove against me but you do have something to prove with your sponser...Pepsi.

Sterling: What the hell are you talking about.

Raven: A little matter of gaining buyers. Here is a statement I recieved from Pepsi. "Dear Mr. Raven, blah blah blah....we feel that if this match is guarnteed to gain buyers, we will sponser it and our fellow partner Paul Sterling will participate. Failure for him to do so will result in a termination of our contract. Thank you for bringing this to our interest... Pepsi corp."

Sterling: Aww....Shit!

Raven: See you at the pay per view.

Scene cuts to backstage where Drew Carrig is still jogging a little to avoid Gabe Steele when he catches up with Meyer Dillinger.

Drew: Hey Meyer...my buddy....my pal. How is it going?

Meyer: Its going well, thanks for asking. What's on your mind boss.

Drew: Well I noticed you haven't been booked on CWF television in awhile so I thought I would make it up to you. How would you like to fight for our cause? Join JP Klash and myself to fight.

Meyer: Sure I will join you. My partner will too.

Drew: Partner?

Meyer: You'll see what I mean.

Drew: Sweet. Go do your thing then.

["Clear the Lane" by RATM hits and Meyer Dillinger makes his way towards the ring.]

Dillinger: I�ve come out here tonight to talk about the decline of the CWF.

[Crowd boos.]

Dillinger: Hold up a second, the good news is that I, Meyer Dillinger, know what is bringing it down. It isn�t the World Champ, nor the PRO Champ. Hell even Paul Sterling is bringing some respect to the Hardcore Championship. However there is one part of the CWF that is bringing us down and that�s the Tag Team Champions, the Football Hooligans.Now whilst I realize that this isn�t entirely The Football Hooligans fault but they must take some of the blame nevertheless. They have the gold round their waists but do we see them? No. Do we hear from them? No. Why I ask myself, personally if I was a champion I�d be running my mouth off all over town whether I had anyone to fight or not.

[Suddenly �Land Of Hope and Glory� rings out around the arena and from the back come Dazzer, Smithy and their manager Tracy. The Tag Team Champions are waving the cross of St George whilst Tracy, dressed in tight black dress, holds a microphone. She begins to talk as the three make their way to the ring.]

Tracy: Dillinger, you want to shout your mouth off about how we are the death of CWF Tag Team wrestling?

Dillinger: WHOA! I didn�t actually say that but you make a good point.

Tracy: Well you�re wrong, we�re the genesis of Tag Team wrestling, why else has everyone run off? Could you perhaps give me another reason as to why my boys have those gold belts strapped around their waists? They didn�t steal them you know they were won fair and square in this very ring. It ain�t our problem if nobody has the balls to stand up and fight us.

Dillinger: Shut up you slut, you have no business being in this ring any, and just like those two sons of bitches..

Henley: Sneak attack by The Football Hooligans, I don�t think they took too kindly to what Dillinger had to say.

[With this Dazzer and Smithy storm the ring and reign in blows on Dillinger. Dillinger turns and manages to get a couple of shots off but the numbers game is too much for him as he gets spike powerbombed. Dazzer ascends to the top rope and raises his arms aloft, Smithy places his Tag Team belt across the face of the prone Dillinger and waits for the London Legdrop.]

Monroe: Who�s this?

[A masked man comes through the crowd and knocks Dazzer from the corner post to floor hitting the barricade as he falls.]

Monroe: My God! Did you see Dazzer�s neck snap back on that steel barricade?

[The masked man comes into the ring over the top rope, knocking Smithy to the floor with a clothesline. He drags him up before piledriving back to the floor. He then slides out of the ring and searches beneath the ring apron.]

Henley: This masked man has a chair now, he nails Smithy with it. Tracy is outside the ring tending to the fallen Dazzer, Smithy is down after that viscous chair shot. The Tag Team Champions have been destroyed here.

[The unknown man then tosses the chair to Dillinger who has recovered from his earlier beating and leaps over the top rope, chair in hand, and nails Dazzer and Tracy.]Monroe: I think Tracy moved just in time there but Dazzer took the brunt of that blow.[

[The unknown man and Dillinger pick up the discarded Tag Team belts and raise them high above their heads. Dillinger grabs a microphone.]

Dillinger: Hey, guess what, it looks like I just entered the CWF tag team scene wrestling and it just took a turn for the good.

[Dillinger and his new partner continue to celebrate as the crowd is booing them]

Backstage time again with Drew Carrig who this time is back in his lockerroom with JP Klash.

Drew: Wow! Meyer and that other guy have some moves. This is really starting to look good.

JP: Yea but we are still missing something.

Drew: What's that?

JP: A leader....I mean you are good and all but we need someone who doesn't have their hands full.

Drew: Really? Who do you have in mind?

JP: You will see.

Scene cuts back to Monroe and Henley.

Monroe: Now what do these two have planned?

Henley: Who know but lets head to the ring for the match between JP Klash and TJ Raven.

("Drop" by Biomech plays as TJ Raven slowly walks out from the curtain. He makes his way down to the ring and waits, on the outside, for JP Klash to appear. Moments later "Family System" by Chevelle begins playing and JP Klash makes his entrance. Along with his usual ring attire he's wearing a Trojan Condoms T-shirt that reads "Go Big or Go Home". TJ doesn't even wait for JP to get down the ramp. He charges up the runway and spears Klash to the floor. Raven jumps to his feet, grabs JP's shirts and rips it off. He begins stomping on JP before pulling him to his feet. He guides him half way down the ramp before whiping him the rest of the way. Klash slams into the outside of the ring with a tremendous thud.)

Henley: Look at this TJ is quickly going to work on Klash.

Monroe: He's probably envisioning Sterling, and what he's cost him.

Henley: If he can take apart Klash it's that much less standing in his way of getting back at Sterling.

(Raven grabs Klash and slams his head agains the side of the ring several times before pushing him up onto the apron. Raven climbs into the ring. He pulls Klash in and lifts him to his feet. Klash jabs a thumb in TJ's eye, then clotheslines him to the mat. He quickly pulls TJ to his feet and tosses him to the ropes. Klash catches the rebounding Raven with a powerslams then quickly applies a choke hold. The referee forces Klash to break the hold.)

Henley: Some illegal tactics from Klash on that one. He better be careful or the ref will eject him.

(Klash takes a moment to argue with the referee which gives TJ enough time to get to his feet. Klash sees him out of the corner of his eye and is able to duck an attempted clothesline by TJ. Klash grabs hold of TJ from behind and hits a German Suplex which he rolls with into a pin. Raven easily breaks it after 1. )

Monroe: Way too early for a pin in this one.

("Lapdance" by N.E.R.D. begins playing and Paul Sterling makes him way out to ringside. He's pushing a cart with a huge jug of Pepsi on it.)

Henley: Oh no, this looks like trouble.

(In the ring TJ and Klash tie up. TJ is able to whip Klash into the ropes, he catches him with a giant spinebuster.)

Monroe: WOW, that looked like it really hurt.

(Outside the ring Paul Sterling, using a plastic cup, pours a glass of Pepsi. He climbs up on the ring apron and offers it to the referee. The referee quickly turns to deal with Sterling. Raven turns his attention from Klash, who's layed out on the mat. Raven begins mouthing something to Sterling.)

Monroe: I can't make out what he's saying.

Henley: Neither can I. That look in his eye though means it can't be anything nice.

(As Raven continues yelling at Sterling, JP Klash is able to get to his feet. He grabs Raven by the shoulder and spins him around and kicks him in the gut. He lifts Raven up and powerbombs him back to the mat. Without wasting a second Klash pulls Raven to his feet adn sets him up for the Money Clip.)

Monroe: I think TJ's anger got the best of him in this match. If he would have focused on Klash he might have one it.

(Before Klash can finish him off TJ breaks the hold, grabs Klash around the waist and hits a Belly to Back suplex. On the apron Sterling becomes irate. He throws him cup of Pepsi in the referee's face and quickly climbs into the ring. Unfortunately the ref gets in his way and Sterling gets no further than a step or two before he's forced to leave the ring. TJ leaves the downed Klash and ascends to the top rope where he hits a beautiful splash. Raven gets to his knees, looks over at Sterling, who's outside the ring, and smiles at him. Sterling's eyes widen, he knows what's coming.)

Monroe: There it is the "Raven's Talon". Look at Klash wrythe in agony.

(In the ring Raven's got the "Raven's Talon" hooked on Klash. The pain on JP is overwhelming. After several moments Klash is noticebly worn out, he's frantic movements are becoming gradually slower. Outside the ring Sterling grabs his cooler of Pepsi and climbs onto the apron. In a last ditch effort to save his firend and partner Sterling launches the cooler of Pepsi at Raven. The cooler connects with Raven's back knocking his hold from Klash. As the cooler hits Raven it's contents spill all over the mat. Without a second's thought the referee disqualifies JP Kalsh because of Paul Sterling's interfearence. )

Henley: Looks like TJ picked up the win on this one, but not the way he wanted to, I'm sure.

(Sterling quickly slides into the ring and pulls Klash out. With one arm draped over his shoulder Sterling helps the incoherent Klash to the back stage. In the ring Raven slowly rolls to the apron where he lays for several minutes as pain radiates through is back. After a short while Raven swings himself down to the floor and carfully ascends the ramp and leaves sight.)

Monroe: What a great match. Let's not stop there, let's head to the ring for the rematch from last week. Flabulas vs. Kevin Williams.

Henley: We're going into Round 2 with this pairing.

Monroe: Two of the most mismatched wrestlers I've ever seen in my entire life.

Henley: I would have thought Williams would have taken the win he scored last week and left it at that, but he wants another go at not only suplexing Flabulus, but he's also claimed he's going to press him over his head.

Monroe: Well I've got $50 says Williams can do it.

("Prayer" by Disturbed begins playing and Flabulus huffs his way down to the ring. He climbs in and stands, with his arms crossed waiting for Williams to appear. Seconds later "Born to Run" by The Boss hits the sound system. Williams appears on the ramp, his new weight belt already strapped on. Flabulus locks his eyes on Williams and waits for him to descend to the ring. Williams, at the top of the ramp, begins to do a few jumping jacks and toe touches.)

Monroe: That's my boy Williams, get in a light warm up before you press your way to victory.

(After a moment or two of 'warm ups' Williams makes his way down to the ring, climbs the steps and enters. He sizes up Flabulus and prepares to go to work.As the bell rings Williams rushes into Flabulus and attempts to set him up for a suplex. Flabulus easily pushes Williams away. Again Williams runs in and tries to hook Flabulus into a suplex)

Monroe: C'mon Kev, show him who's boss.

(With ease Flabulus pushes Kevin away for a second time. As Williams takes a moment to rethink his strategy Flabulus charges in and levels Kevins with a huge clothesline. )

Henely: Well, he nearly too your boy's head off on that one.

Monroe: I'm not worried, Williams will recover.

(Flabulus pulls the dazed Williams to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Williams comes back Flabullus catches him in a bear hug. )

Henley: Wow, Williams face is getting red pretty quickly.

(After several moments Flabulus releases the hold and lets Williams drop to the mat. Using the ropes Williams pulls himself to his feet. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. )

Monroe: Told you he'd recover, now he's got it in the bag, just watch.

(Williams charges Flabulus, dives and hits Flabulus square in the knee with a chop block. Flabulus topples to the mat. William, waisting no time, quickly jumps on Flabulus and begins pounding away at his head. After a number of shots Williams stands and attempts to pull Flabulus to his feet. After much work and strain Williams is able to get Flabulus up. )

Monroe: With Flabulus trying to recover from those punches now's the perfect opportunity for Williams to suplex him. C'mon, su-plex su-plex su-plex.

(Williams hooks Flabulus for a suplex and begins pulling back. He starts lifting him several inches off the mat.)

Henley: Look at him straining to get Flabulus up, he's going to pop a hernia if he doesn't be careful.

Monroe: It's all good, he's a profesionally trained weight lifter, he can do it.

(Williams continues to strain him self as he keeps inching Flabulus firther and further off the mat. Suddenly one of Williams knees gives out and he falls backwards dropping Flabulus into a bad looking DDT. )

Monroe: THAT WAS NASTY. I think Flabulus is out cold.

Henley: He almost had him completely verticle. He's got it in him he just needs a little more work and he'll have it.

(Using the ropes Williams pulls himself to his feet as he tries to stand his weakend knee gives out again and he falls back to the mat. Flabulus lays nearby unconcious. Williams seeing the opportunity for another victory pulls himself over to the downer Flabulus and drops over his body. The referee drops to the mat )

Henley: I don't beleive it. Williams picked up another victory over Flabulus. Uncanny.

Monroe: Boo yeah. That's why they call him 'The Great One'.

Henley: Why are you so happy, you just lost $50.

Monroe: Yeah but I'll gain it all back soon enough. I smell a round 3 in this match up.

(Williams rolls under the ropes and begins limping back up the ramp. In the ring Flabulus still lays unconcious as several security officers climb in to check on him. After five minutes a gurney is wheeled out and the security officers roll Flabulus onto it and quickly wheel him to the back stage.)

Monroe: Now time for the first installment of the Brett Healey Experience.

The ring is set up with a new mat that has the colours silver and purple and
a giant diamond in the middle, there are 2 chairs with mikes on them and
other random things in the ring to make up the set of the show.� Then the
lights go out and a few spot lights wave from left to right accross the
entrance way, and a strong voice over is heard accross the arena saying.

"And now, for the first time on CWF, a show to captivate the hearts of all
Americans, proudly brought to you by the CWF board, the first ever
installment of... The Brett Healey Experience!� And now, I give you your
host... Brett Healey!"

Then Healey's music hits and his figure can be seen standing at the top of
the ramp with spot lights continuing to wave, then a puff of smoke and the
lights come back on and he walks to the ring with a grin on his face
pointing at the fans as if to say thank you.� He jups up on to the ring
apron and looks around at the crowd and then steps into the ring and picks
up the mike, then his music stops.

Healey: "Welcome!� To the first extreemly special edition of the Brett
Healey Experience.� Who better to host such an extrordanery show than the
man who the world just adore so much and is an all round great looking guy.�
Why is this show called The Brett Healey Experience?� Because everyone here,
and at home on their TV sets, have a chance to experience the rollercoaster
ride that is me, Brett Healey, also every guest I have on the show will have
a once in a life time experience that they'll never forget.� Now many people
have been wnating to know why? why did I leave Moreno in a heap garbage not
once but twice.� Well its simple, in my time off I was making money all over
the world, modeling different clothing like Georgio Amarni, Vasache and many
more, infact if you buy the latest issue of "Suave Magazene" you'll se my
picture right on the cover.� But all this time I was blind in not seeing
that right here back in CWF, Javier Moreno was getting all the ratings, all
the fan attention and above all, all the pictiures were being taken of him.�
I couldn't sit back and watch Javier take all the credit from what I
started, I had to end it, and now look, I'm back and better than ever.� But
without further a do, tonight on the show we'll be looking back on last
weeks Glory and we'll have a special guest joining me too.� I'm sure that
this first enstallment of this great show will out rate all the other
talkshows like 'Oprah', 'Jay Lenno' and thoes other late night jackasses who
get ratings from making fun of celebrities, but this show digs up only the
truth about matters only in the CWF.� Now to kick off the show, we'll show
some footage of last weeks glory up on the CWF-tron."

The footage of the masked man attacking Javier Moreno plays, and Healey
commentates over it.

"Ok now watch this, ooo, whos that?� Its a masked man, I wonder who it could
be?� Oh no!� He's got Javier Moreno...Ouch!� What a brain buster... And
whats this?� The masked man is about to take his mask off?� Who could it be?
� Oh my god, its Brett Healey!� Why did he attack Moreno?� And now Drew
Carigg is going for the cover 1...2...3!� Its all over, Carigg is the new
PRO champ!"

The footage turns off and Heale beging again

"Now I'd like to bring out our very special guest, we saw him in that clip,
please welcome none other than Drew Carigg!"

Cariggs music plays and he walks down to the ring with a small smirk on on
his face, mean while Healey is clapping politly in the ring.� Drew steps in
the ring and Healey guesture for him to have a seat, Drew just picks up the
mike, and Healey adresses him.

Healey: "So Drew Carigg, you used to be a bit of a masked man your self at
one point didnt ya?� We already have something in common, so how did it feel
to win that PRO title?"

Drew: "It was great,(rubs his belt) the PRO championship was one of my goals
and now..."

Healey cuts him off and the crowd seem a bit concerned with Healey.

Healey: "Well, that was a good story and well told.� But whats really
important is this, whats next?� We know we've got an entertaining match up
next where we can sit back and watch Moreno get his assed kicked hahaha,
plus..."

Drew: "Hold on there "mate", why do you care about Moreno anyway?� You gave
him a few cheap shots, and all of a sudden, you stick your nose in our
business!� You set up a cheap fancy looking show to try and grab some fans
because you know no one likes you."

Healey: "Who are you to say that to me?� Look at you, in your cheap little
baggy clothes and your long greesy hair, your pathetic, you need to be more
like me 'Andrew', Check out this $500 purple silk shirt of mine, my silky
smooth shampoo comercial hair, this my friend is the model of a perfect
wrestler."

Drew: "So, you can show off your clothes, but can you wrestle?� Why dont we
find oput right now?"

Healey: "Woaw!� Hold up now, we must have gotten off on the wrong foot,
besides, I'd love to demmonstrate some more Kung Fu moves on you, but I'm
clearly not dressed for it, you dont see Oprah kicking ass on her show do
ya?� But now lets get to my next question.� At the PPV, I have a match with
Javier Moreno, and if he wins, he'll be fighting you in an abandond bulding
match, now this doesnt really concern you, because you wont need to be
fighting at all since Moreno would have been beaten back to Spain by then by
the sexyest guy in CWF, isnt that right ladies?"

The crowd boos.

Drew:� "Oh yea I almsot forgot, the Abandon Building match is no more. It will now be called a Heaven Can Wait match. You'll just have to wait to find out. I hope the table turns and Javier kicks your ass so I can kick his again."

Monroe: Now let's go to our main event of the evening. The M/P/R vs. Javier, Darrin, and Shooter.

*DING DING DING*

[Chaos and Amusa are the two men in the ring, and they circle nervously around each other in the ring.]

Monroe:
These two men taking their time...now Amusa rushing in with a lariat...DUCKED by Chaos, and a quick legsweep takedown puts Amusa FLAT on his back.

[Not wasting an instant, Chaos rolls Amusa onto his back, struggling to hook on some type of leglock, but a fire awakens underneath Amusa, as he scrambles madly for the ropes, not resting until he has both arms locked tightly around them.]

Henley:
Good call by Amusa, as it would be sudden DEATH to be put in a submission THIS early, in the CENTER of the ring.

Monroe:
Both men getting back up to their feet, and Amusa looking a little bit wary here.

[Not too wary, though, as Amusa quickly overpowers Chaos, pulling Chaos's arm back in a hammerlock and then TWISTING it backwards. Chaos slaps his shoulder, then makes his own switch into a hammerlock of equal discomfort.]

Monroe:
And a [crowd: cheers] DROP TOE HOLD puts Amusa right back down on the mat, and AGAIN Chaos going right back onto that leg lock.

[This time he actually gets the hold applied, as Amusa's face is filled with pain. He claws MADLY for the ropes, but Chaos keeps him locked in the center of the ring.]

Monroe:
Amusa getting awful close to the ropes now, and.....[crowd: boos]...he makes them. Quite the close call there.

[As both men get back up to their feet, Amusa is visibly hobbled, but makes the mistake of turning around right into a dragon screw legwhip from Chaos that puts him right in harm's way.]

Monroe:
Amusa thrown into the enemy's corner with that move, and Chaos [crowd: cheers] makes the tag to Shw.

[As Shooter enters the ring, he lifts Amusa right back up to his feet and then PLANTS him with a nasty-looking kneebreaker that has Amusa howling in pain.]

Henley:
Shooter wrestling virtually the same match he always has, taking out the legs of his opponents.

Monroe:
Shooter going to work on that leg again, setting up another dragon screw...INJEE with an ENZUGURI....DUCKED by Shooter...and Shooter looking for the FIGURE FOUR....

[But as Shooter steps around Injee's leg, he gets a well-timed boot to the tail that sends him running into the ropes.]

Henley:
Injee barely back on his feet...but Shooter CHARGING IN WITH A CLOTHESLINE...

Monroe:
[crowd: boos]...DUCKED by Injee and...HURRICANRANA! A hurricanrana just DROPPED JB Shooter like a sack of bricks, and now [crowd: boos] Injee tagging in DeZ.

[DeZ wastes no time, lifting Shooter up by the head, then giving him a VERY stiff forearm to the side of the head.]

Monroe:
That looked like it staggered Shooter, and DeZ moves around behind Shooter...[crowd: oohs!]....BACKDROP DRIVER!

Henley:
One that Shooter took square on the back of his head. If he took that move wrong, he'd have been knocked out COLD.

Monroe:
Or worse...There's a cover......ONE......TWO.......And a near fall.

[DeZ, a little frustrated, pulls Shooter back up to his feet, then whips him into DeZ's corner. Immediately, Diablo LEAPS into the ring, and begins to put the boots to Shooter.]

Henley:
Shooter getting STOMPED into the mat!

Monroe:
[crowd: cheers]..But JAVIER in as well....[crowd: boos]...but the REFEREE cuts him off.

Henley:
Well of COURSE. You can't get in the match unless you tag in.

Monroe:
Then what the hell is DIABLO doing in the ring?

Henley:
I don't see Diablo.

Monroe:
Diablo back out on the ring apron, after he just laid a BEATING into JB Shooter.

[With Shooter slumped over in the corner, DeZ pulls him forward, then gives him a BIG belly-to-belly suplex,� landing him right in the center of the ring.]

Henley:
DeZ looking for the cover after that IMPRESSIVE suplex......ONE.....TWO......And Shooter has the NERVE to kick out.

Monroe:
[crowd: boos] Diablo tagging in here, and he's going up top....[more boos]....and a SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP just crushed Shooter's neck.

Henley:
Diablo perhaps one of the best wrestlers in the CWF, and he's showing it right here, as he pulls Shooter back up to his feet....[crowd: boos]....and SWATS him down with a SPINEBUSTER!

[As Shooter bounces off the canvas, a clearly devious Diablo grabs both of his legs, and then grapevines them...]

Monroe:
[crowd: more boos]...The arrogant son of a.....he's going for theDeathlock....[crowd: cheers]...BUT JAVIER JUST CLOCKED HIM FROM BEHIND!!!

Henley:
The referee pulling that CHEATER out of the ring, leaving Diablo to pull himself to his corner, where he tags in DeZ.

Monroe:
Shooter hasn't even MOVED, and DeZ pulling him back up by the hair....[crowd: boos]...GERMAN SUPLEX!That german suplex just FOLDED Shooter in HALF, and now DeZ's picking him up AGAIN.

[DeZ gives Shooter a quick boot to the gut, doubling over. He takes Shooter by the head, and then locks him in a standing headscissors....but quickly finds himself flying through the air as Shooter counters with a DESPARATE back body drop!]

Monroe:
Shooter making the last-ditch counter...[crowd: boos]..but DeZ landed on his FEET....and LOCKS Shooter in a SLEEPER!

Henley:
Shooter about to go to sleep like he's done to countless fans during his career...

Monroe:
[crowd: cheers]...But Shooter just SHOVED DeZ off and into the ROPES.....[crowd: boos]....but he just got CAUGHT with a boot to the gut, and DeZ going to try the....[crowd: boos]...PILEDRIVER!

[Shooter's feet stay up in the air for a second, until DeZ shoves him down to the mat, then drapes over him for a cover.]

Henley:
This match is OVER..ONE.......TWO.......THRRRNO!!!! [crowd: cheers] That damned Shooter got a shoulder up.

Monroe:
Shooter won't go down without a fight, but he's getting dragged over to DeZ's corner...and DeZ tags in Injee.

[Injee climbs into the ring, slightly limping, as DeZ passes Shooter off to him via a headlock. Injee maintains that headlock, but moves around to the side and takes off running....PLANTING Shooter with a bulldog.]

Henley:
Shooter has been rendered almost IMOBILE in the ring, and now Injee dropping down with a front face lock....to the MAT! I haven't seen this move since the eighties!

Monroe:
It's just a simple front face lock, but it's cutting off the bloodflow to Shooter's brain right now, and....[crowd: boos]....HEY! Injee has his feet on the ROPES, and the referee can't see it!

Henley:
And once AGAIN, Moreno's in the ring, and [crowd: boos] the referee is making sure this doesn't become your standard pier six brawl.

Monroe:
The referee busy with Moreno, and [more boos] Injee moving into a CHOKEHOLD! [crowd: cheers] BUT BLADE TOSSED HIS FEET OFF THE ROPES FROM THE OUTSIDE! Finally, JB Shooter catches a break.

Henley:
But not much of one, as Injee NAILED him with an elbow. [crowd: boos] This team of DeZ, Injee, and Diablo has been on the BALL here tonight.

[With Shooter seemingly DEAD, Injee lifts him up by the head, and then drags him towards a netural corner. With a great heave, he tosses Shooter's limp body up onto the top rope, then climbs up alongside of Shooter.]

Monroe:
Injee looking for the SUPERPLEX.....[crowd EXPLODES].....DDT!!! JB Shooter countered in MIDAIR with a DDT, and now BOTH men are DOWN!!!

[The crowd begins to come ALIVE, as both Shooter and Injee lay on their backs, a few feet from each other.]

Henley:
Shooter got LUCKY if you ask me, but INJEE is still the FIRST one to move.

Monroe:
Shooter crawling towards his corner.....tag made to Diablo...hes rushing for Shooter...[crowd cheers]....SHOOTER TAGGED MORENO!!!

Henley:
Uh oh.

[Diablo stops DEAD in his tracks, but then charges in anyways....right into a right hand from Moreno.]

Monroe:
RIGHT HANDS! RIGHT HANDS FROM MORENO! He's got Diablo REELING....[crowd cheers]...DDT!!! A BREAK-NECK DDT, and a cover......ONE......TWO......NO!!!!

Henley:
[crowd groans].....Close but not quite, as the number one contender was able to kick out.

Monroe:
Number one contender???

Henley:
Thats what I said!

Monroe:
What the HELL are you talking about.....Tag made to Darrin Chaos....

Henley:
Of course you know SOMEBODY in the CWF uses the DDT as their finisher.

[Chaos climbs into the ring, pulling Diablo back up to his feet and then PLANTING him with a thunderous spinebuster.]

Monroe:
Chaos possesses SO much power, and he channeled it ALL into that spinebuster...and YES we've had people use the DDT as their finisher.

Henley:
So, Moreno used it, which means ONE of his finishers would have been the DDT. And since Moreno couldn't pin him with it....

Monroe:
CHAOS COVERING.......ONE.......TWO........SAVE BY DEZ!!!

Henley:
Diablo should get a title shot.

Monroe:
You do live in your own little world......Chaos tagging out to Javier...[crowd cheers].....and Moreno ROCKED Diablo with a right hand.

[Another right hand, and Diablo is pressed against the ropes....only to get NAILED with a clothesline that sends Diablo TUMBLING out to the floor.]

Henley:
But he LANDED on his FEET. I'm telling you, this man....

Monroe:
[crowd cheers]...TOPE!!! Moreno just launched a TOPE right between the ring ropes, sending both men CRASHING down in a HEAP on the floor!!!

Henley:
Good God, the referee is losing control....Back inside it's Chaos and DEZ....[crowd cheers]...and CHAOS SPEARED DEZ!!! What's going ON???

Monroe:
[lots of crowd noise] It's that PIER SIX BRAWL, as Amusa RUSHES INSIDE TO HELP...[crowd EXPLODES] SHOOTER CLIPPED HIS KNEE....SHARPSHOOTER!!! SHOOTER'S GOT THE SHARPSHOOTER ON DEAD CENTER IN THE RING....CHAOS AND DEZ FIGHTING ON THE OUTSIDE....

[And on the outside, Diablo NAILS Javier with a chairshot.]

Henley:
Hold on Injee, help is COMING....

Monroe:
DIABLO IN THE RING WITH THAT CHAIR....

[Crowd EXPLODES!!!]

**DING! DING! DING!**

Monroe:
INJEE TAPPED OUT!!! [crowd BOOS] JUST AS DIABLO CRACKED THAT CHAIR OVER SHOOTER'S HEAD!!!!

**DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!**

Scene cuts to later on that night

Diablo: Damnit I can't believe that just happened.

Injee: Yea I didn't quit. Screw them for think that.

DeZ: We got them at the ppv.

All of a sudden the scene cuts to the other side of the hallway where three men are beating on someone. Diablo, Injee and DeZ run over to see that those three are none other than Drew Carrig, JP Klash and the man nobody ever thought they would see...Phenix.

Phenix: Hello boys. You just joined us in the beating of Shane Jackson. We'd offer for you to join but you know, your old just like him.

The three beging to beat the crap out of MPR leaving them laying on the ground just like they did Jackson.

Drew: Yea man we kicked the shit out of them.

Phenix and JP look at each other and turn on Drew Carrig getting a massive pop from the crowd but Drew takes out Phenix's legs and kicks JP in the balls. Then out of nowhere two men lynch Drew and Drew gets nailed with a amazing move.

Phenix: You just got the 777 Drew. Oh yea meet the New Age of Wrestling. Phenix, JP Klash, Dark Soul, and King Krash.

All four laugh as the show fades to black.