[Explosion of pyros, and the letters CWF flash across the screen. A pan of the capacity crowd in Edmonton's Commonwealth Stadium. A slow fade to the announcer's booth where the familiar faces of Roger Monroe and Grant Henley greet the viewing audience.]
Monroe: Welcome everyone to beautiful Edmonton Alberta.
Henley: What an excellent city to be in. If you ever get the chance to visit up here be sure and check out the West Edmonton Mall, one of the largest malls in North America. Anyplace that has a rollercoatser, a water park, ice skating rink and over 300 shops and stores is well worth checking out.
Monroe: We aren't in the West Edmonton Mall we're here in the Commonwealth Stadium for a night of wrestling, not shopping you putz. Tonight we're going to see Paul Sterling take on former stable mate JP Klash.
Henley: Uh, oh, yeah. We're also going to see a Hardcore Brawl between Anthony Anderson and defending champion TJ Raven.
Monroe: Then it's going to be "Big Time" Chris Taylor against long time veteran Travis Smith, followed by Phag Kneegrow against Kevin Williams.
Henley: Next look for Darrin Chaos in his very first InterNational Title defence against long time nemesis Matt Thornhill.
Monroe: Our last two matches will pit Pro Champion Shane Jackson against challenger Gabriel Steele, in a match were Steele's CWF career is on the line.
Henley: The Main Event for tonight has Jacob Star facing John Miller for the World Title.
Monroe: Each match tonight should be excellent so let's cut the chit-chat and get right to the action.
Paul Sterling v. JP Klash
["Lapdane" fills the arena as Paul Sterling somberly makes his way out to the ring. He gives little response to the fans and barely pauses to acknowledge them in his brooding mood. Moments later "Money, Power, Respect" begins playing and JP Klash makes his way to the ring, Jennifer Burn trails a few feet behind, showing off to the crowd. JP climbs into the ring and immediately head ofter Paul. Sterling makes little attempt to counter as Klash knocks him to his feet, then stands over him gloating. Sterling props himself up on his elbow for a moment, then gets back to his feet. As he rises to his feet he fires a stunning shot across the chin of JP. JP stumbles back and Paul dives at him and drags him to the mat. He begins pounding away at Klash's head, hitting him with hard rights and lefts. Klash is able to push Sterling off and both men get to their feet. They tie up collar to elbow. Klash is able to force Sterling into the corner and lays a stiff knife edge chop across Paul's chest leaving a large red mark. He fires another knife edge across Paul's chest then plants and elbow to the side of Sterling's neck. Paul stumbles out of the corner and Klash hits him with a bulldog. He quickly makes the cover.
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Paul kicks out. Klash stands up and grabs Sterling's leg and fires a kick to hte hamstring. He puls Paul to his feet and whips him to the ropes, JP hits Paul with a sidewalk slam, but Paul reverses it into a DDT. Paul nips up to his feet and drops a twisting legdrop on JP. Sterling back to his feet. He pulls Klash up and shoves him into the corner. A stiff kick to JP's head, several shots to the gut and Paul monkey flips JP out of the corner. Paul quickly covers JP in the center of the ring.
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JP easily gets the shoulder up.]
Henley: You know this match could easily go on forever with the way these two know each other.
[Outside the ring Jennifer Burn reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair. She stands outside the ring holding the steel chair, waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it. In the ring Paul applies a front facelock to JP. It only takes JP a moment to break he hold and get to his feet. He kicks Paul in the gut and sets him up for a powerbomb, but Paul is able to twist it into a reverse DDT. Paul covers Klash again.
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Klash barely gets the shoulder up before the 3. Jenn sense her opportunity and climbs up on the apron with the steel chair. Paul, seeing her, gets to his feet and blocks her from getting the chair to Klash. Klash is able to get to his feet, and right away notices Paul's distraction. He grabs Paul from behind and schoolboy's him.
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Monroe: Wow, I really would have figured this match would have gone at least 10 minutes.
Henely: Klash made a major mistake with that chair. That's why it ended so quickly.
[Paul climbs out of the ring, paying no attention to Jenn Burn. He climbs up the ramp and disappears from view as Jenn Burn helps revive Klash in the ring.]
Winner: Paul Sterling
The scene cuts to backstage where Anderson is sitting in a chair and Deez Nuts comes up to him.
Anderson: Deez, Deez, Deez, are here for another interview. Well you see I refuse to stand up for you because you see I can do whatever I choose. If I want to sit down I can and if I want to stand up
Anderson stands up
Anderson: I will but not for you.
Anderson sits back down.
Anderson: Now tonight I sit here preparing for my hardcore title match against TJ Raven but I kinda don't feel like facing Raven in a normal Hardcore match so tonight our match will be a Barbwire Match.
Hardcore Title Match
Anthony Anderson v. TJ Raven (c)
THE BELL SOUNDS!
Monroe: And this one is under way!
(Raven tries for a lockup, but Anderson just boots him in the gut. Anderson now tries to shove Raven into the ropes, but Raven falls to his feet to avoid the barbwire. Anthony begins stomping on Raven, who despite the kicks, rises to his feet. Raven blocks a right and stuns Anderson. He hits an atomic drop and clotheslines Anderson down. But Anthony is quick to get back up. Raven with an Irish whip and Anderson stops short of the ropes. Raven comes charging from behind, but Anderson sees him coming and quickly rolls him up into a half-crap.)
Monroe: What a beautiful counter from Raven!
(Raven begins reaching for the ropes. He's just about got a hand on the bottom rope, when his eyes light up.)
Monroe: His instincts told him to reach the ropes, but it's a good thing he didn't.
Henley: That would be a little painful, I reckon.
(Raven retracts. He does a weird rolling combination and ends up on his back, where he simply kicks Anderson in the face to get him to release the hold.)
Henley: Ooh. How effective.
(Both men back up now, and they lock up in the center of the ring. Anderson with a go-behind, and he tries for a German suplex. But Raven counters with elbows to the side of the head. Then, Raven grabs a handful of Anderson's hair and throws him back first into the barbed wire ring ropes as the crowd "OOH"s.)
Henley: Anderson into the barbed wire!
Monroe: Man, that is going to leave a mark and the juices are flowing.
(Anderson pulls himself away from the barbwire and walks himself right into a Samoan drop, landing him square on his back. Raven now rolls out of the ring. Walking around ringside, he grabs the steel steps and throws them in the ring. Raven now reaches underneath and grabs his box of florescent lights, setting this in the corner of the ring. He slides back in with a steel chair.)
Henley: Raven's loadin' up with goodies. I like that!
(Suddenly...)
CLANK!
Monroe: Raven took too long outside the ring and paid for it as Anderson kicks the chair into his face.
Henley: Now Anderson is out to cause some damage.
Monroe: They both want to end this thing quickly, that's for sure.
(Anderson uses the opportunity, grabbing Raven's arm and whipping him into the barbwire. Raven screams as the points dig into his skin.)
Henley: Oh freakin' hell, that must hurt!
(Raven pulls himself away. Anderson lunges at his opponent, but Raven drops down quickly. As a result, TJ throws himself into the barbwire, inflicting more wounds upon himself.)
Monroe: Costly error from Anderson there. And Raven looks to capitalize with a right kick. But Anthony catches the foot! He spins Raven around and PLANTS him with a thunderous clothesline!
Henley: I'll give Anderson props for countering thost fast kicks from Raven.
(Raven climbs himself to his feet. He turns to Anthony, who locks his arms around Raven's waist. Anderson then tosses Raven in the air, and crashing against the ring steps. Anderson sees that Raven is hurt, and decides to climb to the top rope.)
Monroe: Risky venture, this is.
Henley: With the barbwire ropes... are you kidding me??
(Anderson measures up, and turns backwards. Meanwhile, Raven is reaching into the box of lights.)
Monroe: This could be ugly...
Henley: You're tellin' me.
(Anderson leaps off with a huge moonsault.)
SMASH!
Henley: Holy toledo! Super moonsault!!!!
Monroe: That was repulsive!
(Anderson is quick to make the cover.)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Winner: Anthony Anderson, new Hardcore Champion
Travis Smith v. "Big Time" Chris Taylor
Monroe: Here we go with what should be a good match up. Taylor versus Smith.
Henley: I'm looking for a nice technical match up here.
["Live Again" begins playing as Smith makes his way to the ring to a nice pop from the crowd. He climbs into the ring and awaits his opponent. Several seconds later Tavis's music dies away and is replaced by "You Can Hate Me Now" signaling the entrance of Chris Taylor. Taylore makes his way down to the ring, a mic in hand. He climbs into the ring and begins to speak.]
Taylor: I'm afraid, Travis, that I'm not going to be able to fight you. I'm retiring from the ring, at least for now. My personal life has had a new opportunity presented to it and the only way I'm going to be able to go through with it is by stepping out of the wrestling spotlight. So Travis Smith, congratulations, on the win.
[Taylor holds out his hand. Smith hesitates for a moment, thinking it's a trap, then accepts Taylor's hand. After a moment Smith leans in and gives Taylor a hug. Then Smith raises Taylor's hand in the air, as a sign that Taylor is a true winner. The fans begin applauding Taylor. After a moment Chris speaks again]
Taylor: I'm going to miss this. I love this business, it's a part of my blood. It was a tough decision but in the end, for me, it's for the best. One day I may be able to come back, it's a possibility, but I won't know if I'll be able to until I get to where I'm going. Thank you everyone.
[Taylor waves to the fans as he climbs out of the ring and begins ascending the ramp. As he ascends the ramp to his music the fans get to their feet and give him a standing ovation. Taylor smiles and waves to the people as he steps through the entrance and out of sight]
Monroe: It's always hard when someone who's been so important to the CWF and it's past has to leave the ring.
Henely: We wish "Big Time" Chris Taylor all the best of luck in his future endeavor, whatever it may be.
Winner: Travis Smith
Phag Kneegrow v. Kevin Williams
["In Da Club" begins playing and phag Kneegrow makes his way out to the ring. Just before he enters the ring he pauses outside and begins blowing a few kisses to the crowd. Out of nowhere Williams appears, he grabs Kneegrow from behind, spins him around and hits a Release German Suplex, Phag ends up smacking his head on the side of the apron on the way down. Williams pulls the barely concious Phag to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He lifts Phag to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Williams catches Phag with a side belly-to-belly suplex. Phag hits the mat hard.]
Monroe: I don't think that Phag is going to be doing too much in this match. He looks pretty out of it.
Henley: Doesn't help that hi head for slammed into the apron before the match started.
[Williams pulls Phag to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulder and hits his finisher "Legendary". He covers Phag.
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Monroe: Wow that match wasn't barely 3 minutes long.
Henley: Hopefull Phag isn't too seriously injured after that Release German Suplex he got hit with before the match.
[Kevin climbs out of the ring to a chorus of boos from the crowd, and heads up the ramp as the crowd continues to voice their disapproval of Williams actions]
Winner: Kevin Williams
InterNational Title Match
Matt Thronhill v. Darrin Chaos (c)
Monroe: We're up to our second title defence of the night, in what can easily be described as one of the strongest feuds in years. There's been many twists and turns in this fight and it just keep going and going.
["Kashmir" begins playing. Matt Thornhill appears to a large pop from the crowd. He slaps a few hands and signs an autogrpah or two on his way to the ring. he climbs in and awaits his fierce opponent, Darrin Chaos. "And the Hero Will Drown" begins playing as the name David Kristian flashes up on the CWFTron]
Monroe: What the hell is going on? Has Chaos gone an changed his name. This David Kristian looks the same as Chaos, mostly. Except for the giant tatoo on his back.
[The camera shows Kristian's back. A large tattoo of three tombstones is inked across David's back. The tombstone in the center has the name Darrin Chaos printed across it, the one on the right reads Gregory Patterson and the one on the left has the name Paul Kristian.]
Henley: I don't know what's going on. We all know who Gregory Patterson is, and it's a touching tribute. I'm not entirely sure who Paul Kristian is....a relative in some way. The one that's really puzzling is Darrin Chaos. He's standing right in front of us, in the form of David Kristian.
[David Kristian climbs into the ring and the bell rings. He and Matt Thronhill step in to tie up, but they pause, both seem unsure and reluctant about starting the match. After a moment they end up tieing up. Thornhill comes out on top and locks Kristian into a side headlock. Kristian, with a bit of jostling, is able to conter with a modified fireman's front roll. Kristian to his feet and meets Thornhill eye to eye. Thornhill shoves Kristian into the ropes. Kristian bounces into the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm. Thornhill back to his feet in a flash, he and Kristian, again, meet eye to eye. This time it's Kristian who shoves Thornhill. Matt answers with a shot to Kristian. In a second the two are trading blows in the middle of the ring. Matt dodges a shot from Kristian and hits a Russian Leg Sweep. He makes a cover.
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Monroe: This isn't going to be settled with a simple Russian Leg Sweep.
[Thornhill lifts Kristian to his feet and whips David to the ropes. Kristian reverses it and send in Matt and catches him with a Samoan Drop. David makes the cover.
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Henley: If they keep going like this it's going to be going all night.
[Kristian pulls Matt to his feet. He lifts Thornhill up and holds the suplex for a good fifteen seconds before dropping Matt back to the mat.]
Monroe: Beautiful stalling suplex by Chao...Kristian.
[He drops a forearm across Thornhill's neck as he covers.
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Kristian pulls Matt back to his feet and plants a knee in his gut. He attempts to hit Thornhill with a powerbomb but Thornhill is able to reverse it into a facebuster. Both men lay on the mat for a few seconds before Thornhill gets to his feet. He lifts Kristian to his feet and fires him to the corner, Kristian hits the corner, but is able to spring over Matt as Thornhill charges in. Thornhill slams chest first into the corner and drops to the mat. Kristian quickly swings himself up to the corner and comes flying off with a moonsault.]
Henley: OOHH! Thornhill rolled out of the way at the last second on that one.
Monroe: Both men down and fighting to get to their feet.
[Again, it's Thornhill to his feet first. he stumbles over to where Kristian is laying and drags him to his feet. He lifts Kristian up onto his shoulders and climbs to the second rope.]
Monroe: OH MY GOD!!
[Thornhill plants Kristian with a second rope DVD. Both men lay on the mat, and yet again it's Thornhill to his feet first. He struggles to stand up as he wobbles over and drops over Kristian for the cover.
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Thornhill sighs, then pulls Kristian up to his feet and begins kicking his left knee. Kristian's knee gives out and he drops to a kneeling position. Matt moves behind Kristian and locks on a Dragon Sleeper. Kristian fights the move as he forces himself to his feet, even with the weakened knee. He is able to fight his way to the corner where he runs the turnbuckle and is able to flips the move over on Thornhill. Kristian turns it into a Dragon DDT that levels Thornhill.]
Henley: Both men down. Neither are very quick to be getting to their feet.
[Kristian is using the ropes to get to his feet as Thornhill is fighting to stand under his own will. Kristian is to his feet first. He whips Thornhill into the ropes Thornhill is able to reverse it and twists enough to send Kristian into the corner where he sandwhiches the ref into the turnbuckle. Kristian stumbles back as Thornhill heads toward him looking to end things. Suddenly "Out of the Cage" begins playing through the arena. Both competitors stop and look up the ramp, but Diablo doesn't appear at the entranceway. He comes out of the crowd from the opposite side of the ring, carrying a steel chair. He climbs in the ring and tee's off to the back of Thornhill's head. Matt hits the mat like a sack of rocks. Diablo and Kristian look at each other. Diablo motions Kristian to make that cover as he revives the ref. Kristian drops over mat and hooks the leg, Diablo turns away from the cover, then quickly swings around and brings the chair crashing down on David's head. Diablo kicks Kristian off Thornhill, then drapes Matt's arm over David's chest. Diablo slides out of the ring and gives the ref a shove. After a moment the ref comes around and sees Matt making the cover.
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Monroe: IT'S OVER THORNHILL HAS WON! THORNHILL IS THE NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!
Henley: What's Diablo doing, turning on his protege. The man formerly known as Darrin Chaos.
[Outside the ring Diablo claps to Thornhill's success, then turns and heads up the entrance ramp and out of sight. In the ring Matt and David are both still too out of it to know what's just happened.]
Winner: Matt Thornhill, new InterNational Champion
The camera goes backstage and we are following Gabriel Steele in the corridor. He reaches his lockerroom and opens the door. Sitting there in a metal folding chair with his feet propped up is Travis Smith. Gabe seems upset that Travis is in his locker room but Travis stands up as Gabe approaches ready to fight. Smith stands in front of Gabe and looks him dead in the eyes. Steele brings his fist back ready to swing at Travis but Smith just smiles a sadistic smile at Steele.
Travis: Now, just what would that prove? Lower your damm hand, you look ridiculous.
Steele complies and lowers his fist to his side but still clenched. Travis looks back at Steele and talks again.
Travis: I heard about what you are putting on the line tonight against Shane. Don’t you realize that that is your second mistake in your career Gabe? Your first was getting yourself in this nightmare with me, and now you put your career on the line against Shane Jackson. Are you really that stupid?
Gabe goes to answer but Smith stifles him with his hand.
Travis: Just listen to me, you want to get out of my shadow? This is not the way to go, you know that you can’t beat Shane, so you are doing this because you are scared. Face it, if you can’t beat a man that I broke and a man that I beat into a year long absence than you can never get out from my shadow. You know Steele......
Steele lowers his head, but Travis slaps him and he looks up again, this time enraged.
Travis: Look at me when I’m talking to you, you son of a bitch. What are you running from Steele? Are you that scared of me? Or is it something else? If you can’t beat Jackson tonight, then what makes you think you would even stand a chance against me?
Steele lowers his head again, this time Travis doesn’t slap him but lets him cower.
Travis: Look at you Steele, how do even expect to beat Jackson, when I have made you weak without barely lifting a finger. You are pathetic, I really hope you get past Jackson, because I want to be the one that rids the CWF of you.
Travis stops and looks at Steele who still has his head down. Smith brushes past Gabe and opens the door. The door slams shut and Steele is left alone, his hand now rubbing at his sinuses trying to get back into sync before his title match
Pro Title Match
Gabriel Steele v. Shane Jackson (c)
DING DING DING!
Monroe: Wow, and Jackson hits Steele with a huge upper cut sending him over the rope!
(Jackson stays in ring and leans over the ropes simply watching his opponent, like a bird of prey on the branch of a tree. Gabriel begins to stir and finally gets to his feet and is shocked to see Jackson simply standing there staring at him. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and rolls under the bottom rope and slowly walks over to Jackson raising his hand asking for a lock up. Jackson smiles and obliges locking hands with Steele, the two go about a fierce struggle but the power of the new comer Jackson is to much for even Steele to counter act.)
Monroe: Jackson gets the best of Steele sending him to the mat with a hard knee to the gut, Jackson quickly capitalizes with a submission! A tight sleeper hold applied with accuracy.
Henley: That look of assurance Gabriel had seems to have vanished. He'd better get out of this situation before he like . . . passes out and stuff.
Monroe: Yea . . . well said there Henley.
(Steele slowly but surely gets out of Jackson's tight grip on the bottom of his chin and deftly spins behind his menacing attacker and applies a similar hold. Jackson is caught off guard, he is forced to give in to the hold. Steele's look of self-assurance returns with a cocky grin smeared all over his face.)
Henley: Wow, good move from Gabriel, he actually got the best of Jackson.
Monroe: Well, if he gets over confident heā€™s going to blow it. Jackson is not someone you want to take lightly. Wait! Jackson escapes Steele's hold and is back to his feet and going NUTS on poor Gabriel Steele! Lefts and rights pushing Steele back onto the corner!
Henley: And Gabriel is out in the corner . . . damn and Jackson isnā€™t stopping there!
(Jackson sets Steele up on the top rope and gives a passing glance to the capacity crowd. In one quick movement he delivers a HUGE top rope Super Plex to Gabriel. The hapless Steele sits motionless on the mat, Jackson gets to his feet and once again looks his opponent over this time however with a sadistic gaze smeared across his face. He reaches down and props Gabriel on his feet executing a quick Irish Whip into the ropes then a hard back body drop.)
Henley: O crap Steele's fu . . .
Monroe: NO god language language language, remember the last time we used a lot of foul language on air?
Henley: O crap . . . Vince's office . . . lotion . . . that big body guard guy . . . hours of screaming . . . so much screaming.
(Henley puts his head down and starts to quietly sob into his shirtsleeve and Monroe bravely continues calling the match. In ring Jackson once again pulls Gabriel Steele to his feet and starts to waylay him with hard shots to the chest and face. Finally Jackson stops and sets up Gabriel for what looks to be the finish.)
Monroe: THE GATES OF HEAVEN!!! Steele has been put OUT with that hard Chicken Wing Slam from Jackson!!!
Henley: Goes to show you what happens when you get full of yourself in this type of situation. Remember that kids . . . know your limitations, a helpful tip from your friend Henley.
Monroe: What . . . o hell never mind.
(Jackson slowly gets down and makes the pin.)
Monroe: 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3NO!!! Steele got the shoulder up JUST in time!!!
Henley: WOW! He got the hell out!
Monroe: Wait., Jackson to the top rope, awaiting for Steele to stand up, he leaps and THE HIGH RIDE!!!
Henley: Another cover!!! 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . 3!!!!!
Monroe: And Jackson gets the win over Gabriel Steele!
Winner: Shane Jackson
Main Event:
World Title Match
John Miller v. Jacob Star (c)
DING!
DING!
DING!
Monroe: And we are on our way!
(The crowd begins to build to a massive ovation, as the two combatants begin circling each other. Finally, they lock up. Star, the stronger of the two, backs Miller into the corner. Miller escapes a chop with a go-behind. He attempts a suplex, but it's blocked. Star counters with a headlock. He lifts Miller up, headlock still in place, but Miller rolls Star over onto his back, and locks on his own side-headlock. Star brings his leg around Miller's head and takes him off with a head-scissors. Miller with a handspring escapes, and both men return to their feet.)
Monroe: Excellent display by these two World Class competitors. Henley, listen to this crowd?
Henley: This crowd sucks. They haven't even hurt each other yet.
Monroe: You sociopath.
Henley And proud of it!
(The two are poised to lock up. But Miller deceives Star and dives at the knee. He clips it and Star goes down. Miller bounces off the ropes and drives his knee into the back of Jacob Star. The Working Class Hero brings himself to his feet but only to be knocked out of the ring with a clothesline.)
Monroe: The John Miller has gained the advantage early on here. And it looks like he's gonna try to build on it.
(Miller slides out of the ring with a baseball-slide dropkick, but Star avoids the attack. On the outside, Star rocks Miller with a straight right hand. Miller teeters, but stays on his feet. Star lifts him up and drives him back first into the ringpost. Then, Star spinebusters Miller down to the floor.)
Monroe: Ouch! That's not a helluva lot of padding there.
Henley: That must have hurt, but come on! Grab a chair, Star! You're on the outside! It's legal!
(Star rolls him back in the ring and enters himself. He stuns Miller with a right, then tosses him in the ropes. Miller comes running back and eats a reverse elbow from the WCH. Star allows Miller to mount back up, only to unleash more offense. A series of stiff kicks and right hands knocks Miller into the corner. Star with a shoulder to the stomach of the cornered Miller, before he tosses Miller to the mat with a back-body drop. Star now hops onto the second rope.)
Monroe: The World Champ is going high risk!
(He leaps.)
Henley: Big legdrop . . . CONNECTS!
Monroe: And the cover . . .
ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . kickout.
(Star pulls his opponent and good friend to his feet. He applies a pumphandle and scoops Miller over his shoulder. But Miller slips off behind Star's back and quickly rolls him up.)
Monroe: ONE . . . TWO . . . KICKOUT!
Henley: Holy hell! He almost stole the World title there.
(Both men back to their feet. Miller ducks a quite lariat attempt, and kicks Star in the stomach. A scoop slam plants The CWF Champ in the center of the ring. Miller with a few stomps on his grounded opponent and a final splash knocks the wind out of Star.)
Monroe: John Miller is gonna go up top here!
Henley: I hope he's not gonna try that frickin' "Millersault".
Monroe: I think he might!
(Facing the crowd, Miller leaps backwards into the air. He seemingly floats until he crashes onto . . . an empty ring.)
Monroe: Star moved!
Henley: Ha!
Monroe: WCH Star is meeting Miller on his feet. Right hands from the World champ. And what huge right hands they are!
(Star whips Miller in the ropes. Miller comes back and leaps into Star's arms. Jacob Star catches him.)
Monroe: Big mistake.
(Star spins him around before slamming him hard on the mat.)
Monroe: Tilt-a-whirl powerslam! What impact!
Henley: And he's going for the cover!
(1 .................... 2 ....... Miller gets the shoulder up.)
Monroe: We almost had a new Wo...
Henley: Shut up! That wasn't even close.
(Star pulls Miller to his feet and drives him into the corner. Star now mounts his opponent. He begins laying in right hands as Star fans in the arena count along.)
Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR ...
(CRACK!)
Monroe: OH MY GOD! MILLER JUST TOSSED STAR TO THE FLOOR!
Henley: Wow. That's a sound ya don't here everyday.
(Miller takes a few seconds to regain his composure before he climbs to the top rope. Staring out at Star on the outside, he waits for him to get to his feet.)
Henley: GO FOR THE HEAD!
(Miller leaps off with a huge cross-body splash and takes Star down hard. The crowd pops big for the ordeal.)
Henley: That was pretty good. Still, there's no blood, so I can't be happy.
(Now, Miller grabs a steel chair, and folds it.)
Henley: Wait a second . . .
Monroe: It's all legal on the outside!
(Miller winds up to nail Star. But, he doesn't swing. Miller looks over the cheering crowd, then back at Star. Then, he tosses the chair away.)
Henley: WHAT?? What a freakin' ripoff!! USE THE CHAIR!
Monroe: Miller has too much respect to use that steel chair.
Henley: IT'S GODDAMN LEGAL!!!
Monroe: Henley, you don't understand anything.
(Miller brings Star up, and tosses him back in the ring.)
Henley: These guys suck.
Monroe: You suck.
Henley: No, you suck.
Monroe: You suck more!
Henley: Well, you suck coc...
Monroe: (quickly) HEY HEY!
(Back in the ring, Miller now has an abdominal stretch applied. Star, who is nowhere close to the ropes, fights the pain very visually.)
Monroe: Listen to Star! He has got to be in pain!
Henley: Yeah, that's good. But, NO BLOOD!
(Star begins inching towards the ropes. Miller tries desperately to hold him back, but Star is too powerful. So Miller changes his plans and hiptosses Star down to the mat. Miller now lays a series of elbows to the head and body of Star. Then, he pulls Star back to the center of the ring and applies the anklelock.)
Monroe: Oh boy. The world champ is in a World of trouble.
Henley: How clever you are.
Monroe: That ankle lock is one of the most devastating submission holds you can imagine.
(Star's ankle is nearly twisted off as he screams loudly in pain. The ref asks him and he shakes his head violently. Star makes an attempt to reach the ropes. No go. Then, he lifts himself off the ground and spins around, sending The Boog-man hurling through the ropes and to the floor.)
Monroe: What an outstanding reversal!
Henley: It was mildly impressive.
Monroe: You know, you should lose your job, Henley.
Henley: Should, being the key word.
(Both men are down. Star in the ring, and Miller on the floor. Slowly, both men begin to rise back to their feet. Star pulls himself up with the ropes, but collapses when he puts pressure on his right leg.)
Monroe: That ankle lock definitely took it's toll on Star.
(John Miller has risen to his feet on the floor. He grabs Star by the ankles and pulls him to the floor. Star hits the mats hard. Miller rolls back in the ring and bounces off the ropes.)
Henley: Here comes Miller . . .
(Miller leaps over the top rope and comes crashing down with a senton bomb onto the sternum of Jacob Star. The crowd immediately busts out a "HOLY SHIT" chant that is ever so fun.)
Monroe: WHAT COURAGE DISPLAYED! WHAT ATHLETISISM!
Henley: OK, OK. I'll admit, that was pretty cool.
(Miller gets back up.)
Henley: But there's still no blood.
(Miller rolls Star in the ring. He slides in and quickly hooks the legs.)
ONE!
TWO!
kickout!
Henley: Not until I see blood!!
Monroe: Will you drop it???
Henley: NO!
(Miller pulls Star back up to his feet. A powerful Irish whip sends Star crashing into the corner. Star stumbles out, but Miller dives at him and spears him back into the corner. Miller begins with a series of shoulders to the stomach.)
Monroe: Vicious looking shoulders to the gut. And there's another, and another . . wait! Star moved! Miller's head is trapped between his legs! Double-underhook!
Henley: Ooh...
Monroe: Star lifts him up.. TIGER DRIVER!!! IT'S OVER!
(Star drops to the mat in a heap. Miller is out. Star slowly crawls over to Miller.)
Monroe: All he has to do is make the cover and this things over!
(With a final effort, Star drapes his arm over Miller's chest.)
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Monroe: HE GOT HIM! HE GOT....Wait! His foots on the ropes! The ref is saying TWO!
Henley: John Miller, that lucky little bastard.
(No one in the arena can believe what they saw. Including Star, who is is breathing very heavily. All of a sudden the bell rings...)
Monroe: What the duece?
Henley: It seems as though time expired!
Monroe: Ugh. Five more minutes...thats all we need for Star to finish off Miller.