[Fireworks go off as the camera circles around the arena showing a sell out crowd. Monroe and Henley can be seen already sitting at the desk.]

Monroe: Welcome to Buffalo. We've got a sell out crowd here.

[As Monroe says this the crowd behind him goes nuts, screaming and cheering.]

Henley: It doesn't even look like I have time to give a quick run down of the card since President Carrig is already making his way to ringside to observe the first match.

Submission Match

(Stipulation: If Flabulus looses he leaves the CWF)

["Prayer" by Disturbed begins to play and out waddles Flabulas. The fans cheer as the big man makes his way down to the ring. He climbs in and walks over to the closest corner and starts to climb it. The referee quickly runs over and talks him out of it.]

Monroe: Luckily, the referee ran over and stopped Flabulas from climbing the ropes. We almost had our very own Yokozuna moment here in the CWF.

Henley: Flabby wouldn't have been able to get his foot off the mat anyway.

[Dave Matthews Band is heard over the sound system and out comes "WCH" Jacob Star. The fans cheer for the exciting newcomer as he makes his way down the ramp. He slides into the ring, climbs the turnbuckles, and the bell rings but as soon as the bell rings Drew Carrig comes sprinting out of the entrance way and tells both men to go.]

[The two wrestlers begin the match just sizing each other up.]

Monroe: They're sizing each other up!!

Henley: Man, I hope Star doesn't try and size Flabulas up too long. We'll be here all night.

[Star finally runs in and the two men lock up. Flabulas just throws him across the ring. Star jumps up and they lock up again, with the same exact result.]

Monroe: Do you think that Jacob Star has realized that he can't overpower his opponent yet?

Henley: Well, I'm pretty sure he's realized that the mat hurts when a fat guy throws you on it.

[Finally, they hook up a third time and Flabulas grabs Star in an armbar. He twists it around, and then hits Star with a knee to the gut. He scoops him up and slams him back down to the mat. He then jumps up in the air and lands a huge legdrop onto Stars neck and face.]

Henley: DAMN!! That is definitely not something you want to see flying down on your face.

[Flabulas goes for a pin, but he's reminded that it's a submission match.]

Monroe: It has got to be tough being used to pinning your opponent and then having to be in a match where you can only win by making your opponent tap out.

Henley: Whatever. I would just knock the guy out, grab his hand, and slam it against the mat three times. How hard is that?

Monroe: Well, for you, it might not be too hard. I mean, you've had practice wrestling with 200 lb. gorillas that you call girlfriends.

Henley: Roger,  I'm ashamed that you would talk about your mom like that. I found the hair on her back quite invigorating.

[In the ring, Flabulas is still dominating Jacob Star. He throws him into the ropes, picks him up in a gorilla press, and then slams him to the ground with a huge spinebuster. He then runs the ropes, comes back, and drops his elbow onto Stars chest. With Star down, Flabulas slaps on another armbar and forces Star's shoulder into the mat.]

Henley: Well, at least this time, the full of lard retard didn't try and pin the Working Class Zero.

Monroe: So far, this match has been all Flabulas. I guess the fact that his job is on the line is really motivating him to win this match.

Henley: Well face facts, Rog. Flabulas is huge! He could dominate the CWF if he could find his groove in that ring. It's just a matter that the CWF hasn't really given him many chances. And see what he's capable of when he DOES get a chance??

[By this time, Jacob has made it to the ropes, and the move is broken. Flabulas picks Star up off the mat, and throws him towards the ropes again. On the way back, Jacob ducks under Flabulas' arm and comes back with a huge kick to the groin.]

Henley: You're kidding me! Jacob Star was ACTUALLY ABLE to find Flabby's junk under all that fat??

Monroe: He must have grazed it. It DOES seem to hurt more than one would think.

[With Flabulas down, Jacob Star takes over. He locks his arms around Flabulas' head and applies a tight headlock. He releases that and runs down, grabbing Flab's legs. He pulls the legs back, applying a Boston crab. But Flabulas relies on his leg strength, and ends up powering out of the move, sending Star flying to the outside of the ring.]

Monroe: I don't see how either of these men are going to win this match. I mean, Flabulas is powerful enough to power out of most submission moves, and Jacob Star has taken a very good beating, yet is still coming back for more.

[Jacob hits the ropes, ducks under a clothesline, and hits the ropes again, he comes off and nails Flabulas in the back of the knee with a chop block. Flabulas crumbles to the mat in pain. Jacob wastes no time in grabbing the big man's legs, and spinning around, locking in a figure four right in the center of the ring. ]

Henley: Tap fat man tap!

Monroe: He very well just may!

[Carrig is yelling at Flabulas from outside the ring, but Flabulas doesn't appear to hear him, he's in too much pain. The ref is right there looking for the submission, but Flabulas is hanging on. Jacob has him positioned perfectly, right in the center of the ring.]

Monroe: There is no escape for Flabulas he has to turn it, or tap out!

Henley: He's gonna tap!

[But it hasn't happened yet. Slowly, Flabulas begins to try to turn Jacob over, to reverse the pressure. The fans are on their feet cheering, though it's unclear who for, both men have endeared themselves to the fan. Flabulas has turned Jacob half way over, Carrig is pacing on the outside of the ring, looking on in frustration. With one final lunge, Flabulas rolls over, reversing the move. Jacob is the one in pain now. He's trying to get to the ropes, but Flabulas won't let him. He's yelling in pain, clutching at his knee.]

Monroe: It's our understanding that Jacob suffered some kind of right knee injury a while back before he came to the CWF, that's why he wears that brace, but the brace isn't doing much for him here.

[Jacob makes one final lunge for the ropes...and misses! His hand raises, Carrig is yelling on the outside of the ring, shaking his head no. The hand comes down...Star taps! Flabulas wins!!!]

Winner: Flabulus

Tag Match

Frazier Boys vs The Football Hooligans

[The Football Hooligans make their way to the ring, looking somewhat disheveled about the loss of the Tag Titles. As they climb into the ring the Frazier Boys make their first entrance to CWF competition. They appear as "Superstar" by Saliva plays for the first time in the CWF. They quickly make their way to the ring. After a brief discussion Charlie decides to start the match.]

Monroe: I'm hoping that a new tag team being injected into the tag division is going to liven things up a little.

Dazzer and Charlie Frazier tie up. Dazzer with the arm wrench. He slowly twists it tighter before putting and elbow in Charlie's shoulder, taking him to his knees. A quick boot to the side of Charlie's head knocks him on his side.. Dazzer with the tag to Smithy. Smithy comes in a picks up right where Dazzer left off. He pulls Charlie to his feet and slings him to the ropes. Blind tag by Matt. Smithy hits Charlie with a solid powerslam, Matt puts a knee into a rising Smithy's face, which knocks him to the ropes. Matt grabs Smithy and fires him across the ring, Matt with a drop toe hold on Smithy.]

Henley: Dazzer looking a little nervous on the outside.

Monroe: I think he wants in, to get a piece of Matt.

[Matt with an STF on Smithy. Smithy stretching for the ropes, he's able to get 3 fingers on the ropes, enough to break the hold. Matt quickly pulls Smithy back to his feet and levels him with a DDT. Dazzer looks really impatient on the outside. Matt grabs Smithy's arm and drags him over to the corner where Charlie is tagged in. Charlie grabs Smithy and pulls him to his feet. He lifts him up for a suplex, but Smithy is just able to wiggle free at the height of the move. He drops down behind Charlieand hits a high angle backdrop which he follows up with a bow and arrow stretch. Smithy only holds the move for a few moments before dropping Charlie. Smithy to his feet and quickly makes to the tag. Dazzer enters the ring as Charlie is rising. Dazzer charges across the ring and hits a giant cross body block on Charlie. Dazzer quickly jumps to his feet, he grabs Charlie, pulls him up and tosses him to the corner.]

Henley: I don't think that's a wise move by Dazzer he just tossed Charlie into Frazier Boyz corner. This could spell trouble for the Hooligans.

Monroe: I think Dazzer was so anxious to get in that he's not paying attention to what he's doing.

[As Charlie hits the corner Matt tags himself in. Dazzer comes charging in and crushes Charlie into the turnbuckle. As Dazzer backs off Matt uses the top rope as a springboard and backflips over Dazzer's head and catches him in a DDT as he's coming down]

Monore: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!

Henley: I don't know he backflipped over Dazzer's head using the top rope and as he came down he caught Dazzer in a DDT.

Monre: I don't what what it's called but I sure know what it did. Dazzer's been knocked senseless.

[Matt gets to his feet. Slumped in the corner is Charlie, Dazzer lays motionless on the mat. Matt pulls Dazzer toward the center of the ring and makes the cover.]

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[Smithy makes the diving save. Both Matt and Smithy stand, they begin exchanging blows. They stumble around the ring, brawling. The ref gets in the middle of the fight to break them up. After the ref gets control he sends Smithy back to his corner. While Matt and Smithy were brawling Dazzer inched his way to his team's corner. As Smithy returns to the corner Dazzer tags him in. Smithy comes charging in and hits Matt with a clothesline that sends both fighters over the ropes. The two fall to the outside where they start trading blows again. Smithy gets the upper hand. He lands a few extra punches on Matt, then kicks him in the gut and rams the top of his head into the crowd barrier. As Smithy turns away from his opponent Charlie comes flying off the apron with a Hurricanrana DDT and takes Smithy out.]

Monroe: That's the second amazing move we've seen from the Frazier Boys in the match up.

Henley: They may not be as inexperienced as everyone thinks.

[Charlie grabs Smithy, pulls him to this feet and rolls him into the ring. He then grabs his brother and shoves him into the ring. Charlie jumps onto the apron, leans over the ropes and tags himself in. He jumps to the top rope and exectues a huge moonsault onto Smithy. Charlie makes the cover and the ref counts.]

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[Charlie breaks his pin.]

Monroe: what's that boy doing, he had the match won right there.

Henley: Don't you understand he doesn't want to win with a cheap moonsault. He wants to FINISH Smithy.

[ Outside the ring Matt had pulled himself to his feet. He slides into the ring as Charlie signals for Nothing Else Matters. As Charlie and Matt begins setting up Smithy, Dazzer comes charging into the ring. Charlie is able to jump out of the way and Dazzer ends up crashing into Smithy and both of them fall to the mat. Suddenly Charlie yells something to Matt.]

Monroe: What did he just say?

Henley: One Last Stand.

[Matt grabs Dazzer and pulls him to his feet. Matt and Charlie back up, then charge at Dazzer, hitting his with a Double Superkick.]

Monre: Wow!! That's a nice finisher.

[Charlie rolls Dazzer out of the way and pulls Smithy to his feet. Again, Charlie and Matt back up and hit their Double Superkick.. Smithy is knocked several feet backwards into the ropes. He bounces off them lightly and falls, face first to the mat. Charlie rolls Smithy over and makes the cover.]

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Winner: Frazier Boys

Caribbean Death Match

(Hardcore Title on the Line)

Monroe: Well, he's already made the monster mad, better try and beat him while you got a chance.

[Raven waits for Steele to turn around before kicking him square in the groin. Steele doubles over in pain when Raven winds up and smashes Steele in the face with the steel chair and knocks him down to the floor before holding up the severely dented chair in the air.]

Henley: Look at the size of that dent. Raven got all of that shot.

[Raven walks over and connects with another chair shot to the face before throwing the chair into the ring. Steele tries to get back to his feet when Raven grabs Steele by the hair and throws him back into the ring and onto the barbed wire on the mat. Steele screams out in anger when Raven gingerly climbs back into the ring and goes for the cover.]

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Monroe: No way. You are going to need an assault with a deadly elephant to beat Steele this early.

[Steele tosses Raven off of him in a powerful kickout while Raven lands in the barbed wire himself and starts to hurt. Steele slowly gets to his feet while Raven gets back to his feet when Steele buries a kick to the midsection before picking Raven up in another gorilla press and slams hard into the barbed wire that makes Raven sit up in pain briefly. Steele looks around to the crowd and plays it up a little while before picking up Raven and puts him in a front face lock and pulls him up high for a suplex and just holds him up there for a few moments before dropping him to the mat with a release vertical suplex into the criss cross sections of the barbed wire while Raven continues to scream out loudly.]

Henley: Now, Steele is going to make Raven suffer right now.

[Steele runs his hand through his dark hair and grins evilly before picking Raven up and whips him into the barbed wire strands as his t-shirt starts to rip from the barbs. Steele fires away with big right hands to the face before standing him up and whips him into the barbed wire again but Raven reverses the whip and sends Steele back first into the strands. Steele just laughs at Raven. Raven picks up the chair and goes for a head shot but Steele gets to his feet and kicks the chair back into TJ's face. Steele goes for the cover.]

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Monroe: I don't believe it. Raven kicked out.

[Raven kicks out to the amusement of Steele when he picks him up and shoves him into a standing scissors and looks to the crowd before trying to pick up Raven for a powerbomb but Raven punches away at the face of Steele until he makes him fall backwards onto the mat. Raven continues to pummel away at the face before gets to his feet and drops a forearm to the throat of Steele.]

Henley: Raven continues to fight with everything he's got.

Monroe: But how much does he have left against Steele.

[Raven turns Steele onto his stomach and grabs him by the ears and grinds his face into the barbed wire on the mat until Steele starts to bleed from his forehead.]

Henley: We got blood now.

[Raven gets to his feet and stomps away at the head of Steele before backing up and rushes at him with a basement dropkick to the face. Steele goes face down into the mat when Raven goes to the outside and grabs a box and throws it in the ring before he rolls back into the ring.]

Monroe: Uh-oh. Raven actually got one of those boxes into the ring.

Henley: Things are not looking good for Steele as he continues bleed all over the mat.

[Raven puts the box in the near corner and stalks over to Steele before pulling him up to a knee and connects with a European forearm to the jaw before locking in a standing crossface while the ref checks on him.]

Monroe: TJ Raven seems to be softening Steele up for something.

Henley: In this kind of match, anything is helpful.

[The ref checks on Steele and asks him if he wants to give up and just shoves the ref away with his free arm and tries to get to his feet. Raven lets go of the crossface and drives in a couple of knees into the back before driving an elbow to the top of the head. Raven grabs the damaged chair and beats it back into shape and drops it onto the mat while Steele slowly gets to his feet. Raven buries a boot to the midsection and sticks Steele into a standing scissors over the chair and powers Steele up before driving him into the chair with a piledriver. Raven slowly crawls over for a cover.]

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Monroe: Steele kicked out again.

[Steele kicks out while Raven checks on the rips on his clothes and the bloody cuts underneath when he pulls his gloves tight and goes to an old fashioned choke and hangs on to it while he pulls Steele up to his feet. Steele comes back with a choke of his own while both men stand toe to toe in the center of the ring.]

Henley: Talk about a battle of wills but somebody has to break her.

Monroe: And it looks to be Steele.

[Steele holds on to the choke and tightens the grip when he moves in and heaves Raven up before walking over and drops Raven into another box of loose barbed wire with a chokeslam as Raven screams out in agony.]

Henley: That had to be a good ten foot drop.

Monroe: And the back of Raven is screaming Heaven help me right about now.

Henley: But he continues to fight, he will not quit.

[Raven tries to get himself out of the nearly destroyed box while Steele rolls out of the ring and grabs another chair from ringside and makes his way over to Raven and just stands there waiting for him to get back to his feet.]

Monroe: Look at those pieces of barbed wire just clinging to Raven.

Henley: I think his day is about to get worse.

*CRACK*

[Steele comes down with a massive chair shot to the head of Raven who falls down on the floor. Steele drops the chair and stalks over Raven. Steele reaches down and grabs Raven by the mask before delivering a knee to the side of the head before pulling him up to his feet and lifts him high in the air with a choke lift.]

Monroe: Now, Steele is just playing now. It's just a matter of time before it's all over.

[Steele walks over and tosses Raven into the barbed wire strands until the momentum takes Raven over the top strand and lands him face-first into the ring. Steele wipes away the blood from his face before stepping over the top strand when out of nowhere, Raven gets up and raises the barbed wire and catches Steele between the legs with it.]

Henley: Now, that's what you call a momentum breaker for sure.

Monroe: No doubt.

[Raven continues to raise the strand and do more damage before he starts firing away with numerous right hands to the head. Raven backs up before charging over and knocks Steele off with a flying forearm to the jaw. Steele hits the floor below while the ref checks in on Raven. Raven pushes the ref aside before backing up to the far side of the ring and rushes out before leaping over the top strand with a plancha to the rising Steele as both guys hit the barricade while the fans cheer in support.]

Henley: I'll be damned. Raven is fighting as if he has God on his side.

Monroe: For his sake, he better have God because Steele will get up and kill his ass tonight.

[Raven looking a little slow to get up gets to his hands and knees and crawls under the ring before pulling out a table.]

Crowd: WE WANT TABLES!!! WE WANT TABLES!!!!!!

Monroe: I think it's time that Raven gets some wood.

[Raven pulls himself up to his feet and sets the table at ringside before pulling Steele up to his feet and DDT's him on the floor. Raven grabs Steele and places him on the table and grabs some loose strands of barbed wire and puts them on top of Steele as more blood seeps through the cuts on his chest. Raven grabs a chair from under the ring and rolls back into the ring and sets the chair in position before he gives Steele his last rites. Raven backs up for enough running room and charges out and jumps off of the chair and over the top strand but Steele moves out of the way as Raven goes through the barbed wire covered table.]

Crowd: YOU FUCKED UP!!!! YOU FUCKED UP!!!!

Henley: Raven went for the big home run but got nothing but a tableful of pain.

[Monroe continues to lead the crowd in the chant before speaking.]

Monroe: I hope Raven is insured because he will be paying nurses to pick barbed wire out of his ass until Jesus walks the earth again.

[Steele slowly gets to his feet and stands over the car wreck that is Raven and the broken table before going under the ring and pulls out a table of his own and slides it into the ring. Steele looks under the ring a little more and finds a black bag and throws that into the ring. Steele walks over and picks up a badly beaten and bloodied Raven and throws him into the ring before stepping back in. Steele grabs the damaged chair and places it over the face of Raven before he stomps away on it.]

Henley: I have to say that Raven gave it his best but it wasn't enough to stop the freight train known as Steele.

[Steele spots the box in the corner and slowly pulls a near unconscious Raven up and puts him in a standing scissors in the opposite corner and pulls him up before charging out and dropping through the box of barbed wire with a release powerbomb as Raven just lays limp in the wreckage. Steele wipes his blood off of his face and flicks it at him before pulling him out of the wreckage and going for the cover.]

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Henley: HE KICKED OUT!!!!!

[Raven gets the shoulder up while he just shakes his head and has an evil smirk on his face.]

Monroe: Uh-Oh…Steele is going to make him wish he didn't.

[Steele slowly picks up a nearly dead Raven and throws him into a standing scissors and looks to the crowd before lifting him up and jumps up in the air and drives him to the mat with a violent looking piledriver. Steele gets to his feet and pulls the remains of the wreckage from the corner and pulls it out to the middle of the ring when all of a sudden, Raven sits up to the roar of the crowd. Raven kips up to his feet and waits for Steele to turn around before he connects with a flurry of right hands to the jaw. Raven backs up and rears back for a big right hand but Steele blocks it and turns Raven into a clubbing forearm across the throat and picks him up over his shoulders in a torture rack.]

Henley: It looks like Steele is done playing around and is ready to introduce Raven to his little friend.

Monroe: Hardcore Style. Steele wants to plant him in that barbed wire for good measure.

[Steele walks over into position and looks to drop Raven in the pile but Raven rolls with it and lands on his feet on the other side of the barbed wire. Raven grabs his throat and waits for Steele to get up and turns around to get sprayed in the face with a red mist.]

Henley: WHAT THE HELL?

[Raven gets a running start and bounces off of the barbed wire strands before taking Steele down with a running diamond cutter into the pile of barbed wire.]

Monroe: Do you believe in miracles?

[Raven rolls Steele over and goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

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[The ref calls for the bell and raises TJ's arm in victory while Steele rolls around on the mat while trying to get the red mist out of his eyes.]

Henley: Raven has indeed beat the odds and he moves on to the next round.

[Steele gets to his feet and stomps away on Raven before pulling him up to his feet and throws him over his shoulder and drives him into the mat with a tombstone piledriver while the bell continues to ring.]

Monroe: Now, Steele is going to take a chunk out of TJ's ass.

[The ref tries to back Steele off but Steele just pushes the ref aside and picks up the near unconscious Raven and puts him on his shoulders before driving him into the pile with a burning hammer.]

 

Winner: TJ Raven

DWM Cup, Round 2

GABRIEL STEELE vs MATT THORNHILL

Monroe: Well the ring's been switched back around so that the second round of the DWM Cup can take place.

Henley: I don't know how it is. Gabe Steele is supposed to be in this match since he didn't win the Hardcore Title in the last match. The whole time the crew was at work switching the ring around Steele was sitting down at ringside as Paramedics administered bandages to his forehead and body, while his face was cleaned of the mist with some wet naps.

[Suddenly up on the CWF Tron the door to the CWF lockerroom opens and out walks WrecX. As he passes the camera he shoots a wicked smile before walking away. The camera slowly pushes open the door to the CWF lockerroom. Laying on the floor is the crumpled body of Matt Thornhill a mangled steel chair lays beside him.]

Monroe: Well it looks like Gabe lucked out. WrecX took care of this match for him.

Winner: Gabriel Steele

(Advances to Finals of DWM Cup)

DWM Cup, Round 2

KING KRASH vs KEVIN WILLIAMS

[King Krash appears at the top of the ramp, his chest taped from the deadly match he had with Flabulus last week]

Henley: Krash was x-rayed last week after his match with Flabulus and he did receive 2 badly damaged, which is no doubt why he's got his chest taped for his match with Williams.

Monroe: This is going to be a really tough match for Krash. Williams is being hailed as a "Suplex Machine", with Williams main arsenal being suplex type moves Krash's ribs are going to take a huge beating.

Henley: You know that technically Krash shouldn't even be fighting tonight, the doctors were very cautious about clearing him.

[As Krash begins descending the ramp his music is suddenly cut off and replaced by Williams theme. Krash turns as Williams comes bolting out from back stage. Williams grabs Krash and whips him down to the ring. Krash slams into the side of the ring. Williams grabs Krash and rolls him into the ring. Williams follows him in. As Krash begins standing Williams grabs him and hits a snap suplex.]

Monroe: Look at this, Kevin's not even following up with any ground maneuvers, he's hauling Krash to his feet.

[Williams pulls Krash to his feet and prepares to execute a suplex but Krash is able to block it and reverse the move. Williams hits the mat, but quickly springs back to his feet, ahead of Krash. Williams ties up with Krash, Krash takes control and throws Williams to the ropes. Krash snags Williams with a belly to back suplex.]

Henley: That was a nice move. You suppose that Krash is trying to fight Williams at his own game?

Monroe: NO!, nobody in the CWF can rival Williams when it comes to suplexes.

[Krash is slow getting to his feet, his ribs are already giving him problems. Williams gets to his feet, slightly ahead of Krash. Williams takes the few seconds of opportunity to hit Krash with a T-bone suplex. Williams nips up to his feet as Krash slowly rolls over and pushes himself to his hands and knees. Williams grabs Krash and pulls him to his feet]

Monroe: Looks like he's preparing to hit a Double arm suplex here.

[Williams lifts Krash, and holds him suspended in mid air for several seconds. As Williams has Krash suspended Krash is able to break free and  incredibly turns the move into a modified X-factor. Williams hits that mat hard, so does Krash. After a second of sitting on the mat Krash slumps over on his side. Every breath Krash takes causes him pain, it's almost unbearable. Williams slowly begins moving. he pushes himself to his knees. As he struggles to get up he notices Krash slumped over on the mat. Williams seizes the opportunity to interject a little extra pain by kicking Krash several times in the ribs. Krash writhes in pain on the mat. Williams smiles, as he feels he has this match won. He makes his way to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Before he jumps from the turnbuckle he takes a few moments to pose, confidently, to the crowd. Before Williams can jump from the turnbuckle Krash, forcing himself to his feet while battling insurmountable pain, stumbles into the ropes. Williams falls from the turnbuckle, crotching himself on the ropes. Krash, using the top rope to support himself, makes his way to Williams. He grabs Williams arm and pulls him from the top rope, allowing Kevin to fall onto the mat.]

Henley: OH NO!!! Krash is climbing the turnbuckle.

Monroe: Don't tell me he's going for his finisher.

Henley: He did it with Flabulus, why not with Williams.

Monroe: Because his ribs are even more damaged now than they were with Flabulus. This is insanity.

Henley: Then Krash is the perfect person to be doing this don't you think?

[Krash steadies himself on the top rope. He jumps from the rope looking to hit the "Last Call". Williams rolls just clear of Krash as he hits the empty spot where Williams used to be laying.]

Henley: NO!!!!

[The second Krash hit the empty mat his body went limp. The crows gasps in horror as both Henley and Monroe rise from their seats. Williams, wasting no time, drags himself over top of the lifeless Krash.]

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[Williams rolls from the ring as a group of paramedics come running to the ring with a stretcher. Williams disappears to the back and the paramedics quickly load Krash onto a spine board and slide him onto the gurney. They quickly wheel him out.]

Henley: That was sick.

Monroe: Krash knew what he was getting himself into when he got into that ring tonight. I just hope he hasn't caused himself any permanent injuries.

Winner: Kevin Williams

(Advances to Finals of DWM Cup)

Handicap Match

DEZ and DIABLO vs INJEE AMUSA

[Diablo makes his way out to the ring first. He climbs in and awaits the arrival of his partner deZ and their opponent Injee Amusa. Seddenly from the crowd comes Amusa. He hops the barrier behind Diablo and slides into the ring. He grabs Diablo from behind and falls to the mat applying the "Last Rites"]

Monroe: He's put Diablo in his own finisher.

Henley: Where's deZ?

[As if on cue deZ comes running from back stage with a steel chair. He slides into the ring and takes a swing at Amusa. Amusa releases the "Last Rites" on Diablo and rolls clear of the shot. The ref attempts to take the chair away from deZ, but deZ knocks the ref to the mat. Outside the ring Amusa has pulled the ring stairs away from the post. He lifts them over his head and throws them over the ropes at deZ. deZ easily sidesteps the flying object and it slams to the mat. deZ climbs out of the ring as Amusa steps up to face him]

Henley: He's going to get creamed if deZ connects with that chair.

[deZ takes a monstorous swing with the chair. Amusa ducks and deZ connects with the ring post. Instantly deZ drops the chair as pain shoots through his wrists. Amusa grabs deZ and DDT's him on the chair. Amusa leaves deZ laying on the chair as he reaches under the ring and pulls out a roll of barbed wire that was left over from the Hardcore Match earlier in the night. Amusa walks over and hog ties deZ's legs with the barbed wire. He grabs deZ, pulls him to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Amusa picks up the steel chair from the floor and climbs into the ring after deZ. In the middle of the ring Diablo lays quietly, he hasn't moved since Amusa applied the "Last Rites" to him. Amusa grabs the stairs and stands them up in the ring. He takes deZ and sits him atop the stair, with his tied legs hanging over the end. Amusa takes his steel chair and begins slamming it into deZ's barbwire wrapped legs. deZ clenches his face in pain each time the chair comes slamming down into his legs.]

Henley: If I didn't know any better I think Injee Amusa is trying to, litterally, make deZ handicapped.

[Diablo, rolls over onto his stomach. He notices the scene before him. He pushes himself to his feet and charges at Amusa. Diablo grabs Amusa from behind and applies the "Last Rites". Amusa struggles as he tries to free himself. Finally Diablo breaks the hold, just long enough to grab Amusa's head and rake it across deZ's barbwire tied legs before letting Amusa fall to the mat. Diablo quickly unties deZ. deZ stumbles to the mat as blood oozes from the front of his legs. Diablo turns his attention back to Amusa. He drags Amusa to the corner and lifts him to his feet. He then uses the barbed wire to tie Amusa's arms, crucifix style, to the top ropes. He backs up for a moment to marvel at his handiwork. deZ carfeully pushes himself to his feet as blood continues to flow from his shins. Diablo slides out of the ring, reaches under and pulls out a Singapore cane. He slides into the ring with is as deZ picks up the, already crumpled, steel chair. deZ reels back and slams the chair into Amusa's head. deZ steps out of the way as Diablo winds up and swings the Singapore cane for the fences, connecting with Amusa's ribs. On the other side of the ring the referee begins getting to his feet. He quickly calls for the bell as a score of referees and CWF officials charge down to the ring. They swarm the ring seperating Diablo and deZ from Amusa. As a number of officials force Diablo and deZ to the back a group of referees begins untying Injee. After a few minutes the referee's are able to untie Amusa and help him to a group to the back where he can be checked out.]

Henley: Well I certainly didn't expect that outcome.

Winner: Injee Amusa due to Disqualification

House of Horrors Match

(PRO Title Match)

Henley: Well I know one thing for sure, I have my barf bag ready

Monroe: For once your stupidity may be right, what we have next.. it is a monstrosity. TWO Hell in a Cells are hanging above us right now, in about a minute they will be double stacked on top of one another.

HENLEY: Yes, they are constructing the Light Tube Log Cabin around the ring on the bottom, out workers are wearing the heaviest protection I have ever seen, and of course Drew Carrig and Shane Jackson will be wearing very little, thus proving that while this is entertainment it doesn't require much in the way of thinking

MONROE: Just like your position?

HENLEY: Exactly.. HEY!

MONROE: After those tubes go live, they will be cutting away the lights

HENLEY: DARKNESS!! SCARY!

MONROE: Please shut up, can you just not be a idiot for one second?

HENLEY: No

MONROE: Anyways we have seen plenty of utter violence and destruction with the Caribbean Death Match and I can guarantee this will completely over shadow that.

HENLEY: Somewhere we've made a Light Tube production company very very happy.

MONROE: Indeed We have. Drew Carrig, possibly the greatest Hardcore wrestler ever to step in a wrestling ring.

HENLEY: So he does have experience.

MONROE: But NO ONE has experience in this match, and Shane Jackson went through hell with Sonic to learn the Hardcore mentality of wrestling.

HENLEY: And our Great CWF Safetey Crew... whatever we call them that, are setting up the monstrosity we are about to witness

[Sure Enough They Have Stripped the ring mat off of the Bottom ring, and they are pulling barbwire taught over it, Light Tubes have been tied down under some of them.]

MONROE: Well we do have an ambulance right next to the cells

[They have 200 Light Tubes in the bottom ring and are building the Cage of Light Tubes around the ring.]

HENLEY: Drew is a sick bastard.

MONROE: I can guarantee you that. They are lowering the second cell now, the top of the first cell has been reinforced to the ring on top of it, and We have 200 Light Tubes in that Ring too, and there is padding. thank god

HENLEY: Not that its gonna matter or help much, since that Cell is going to be on fire

MONROE: Good Lord.

HENLEY: See that’s how we should keep people from interfering.. light things on fire.

MONROE: It looks like we are just about ready to begin.

Announcer: It is time, Ladies and Gentlemen, to introduce the competitors in this match which is a HOUSE OF HORRORS MATCH FOR THE CWF PRO CHAMPIONSHIP…Coming out first the challenger…Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...Standing 6'-3" and weighing in at 250 lbs......SHANE JACKSON!!!!! JACKSON!!!!!!

[Creed begins to engulf the Alumni Arena, signaling the arrival of the Natural Wonder The pyro erupts, flashing lights, smoke, CWF-tron video.......the whole nine yards. Jackson emerges from behind the curtain, with the look of utter shock of the House of Horrors chamber.]

Monroe: For the love of God, get out now Shane? This is just too much for him, Grant

Henley: Too much? This kid doesn't know the meaning of "too much." This man has been to hell and back on more than one occasion. Anal Bomb anyone?

[The flashbulbs and screams from the thousands keeps him striding tenderly toward the ungodly horrendous chamber that stands in front of him.]

Monroe: This is just not right. How the CWF can maintain a television audience is beyond me. This match is going to be disgusting. Shane please just don't go into the ring.

Henley: Rog.....just shut up about, Jackson. If you want him out of this, go tell him that.

HENLEY: You know what, I think I will. *Thump*

[The thump is Roger's headset hitting the table. Jackson, meanwhile, stands at the base of the huge structure. All he does is look up, staring at his destiny. Roger emerges into picture, and shares a few words with Shane, but he doesn't even acknowledge is presence.]

Henley: I can't believe he's actually doing this.

[Roger is practically pleading with the Natural Wonder to give it up. Jackson finally looks him in the eye. You don't have to be a professional lip-reader to understand the word "NO." Jackson calmly walks into the two-tiered cell, staring at the vast weaponry surrounding him.]

Henley: Well, Rog, I see that did nothing.

Monroe: Can you hear me?

Henley: Unfortunately

Monroe: I'll tell you something, Grant......someone needs to swat him with something.......not that that hasn't happened before.....but you get the point. He didn't even care about what I said.....he's a lunatic

Henley: A mentally stable lunatic?

Monroe: Pretty much.

[Jackson turns to the entrance, and awaits on his opponent.]

Announcer: His opponent in this House of Horrors match is the current, reigning, and defending CWF PRO Champion, hailing from Buffalo, NY...Standing 6'-3" and weighing in at 230 lbs...The former CWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION,....DREW CARRIG!!!!! CARRIG!!!!!!

(Suddenly the arena fills with the sound of a sitar.)

HENLEY: Aww..shit here we go.

(A hush falls over the crowd as the sitar comes to an end. It is the beginning chords to "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool.)

MONROE: I don't know. What is it about this guy?

(The boom of the drums corresponds with the pyro that hits the stage.)


HENLEY: He is about as close to a perfect tool of destruction as I have ever seen and yet some people want to get close to him.

(Another group of fans have jumped over the rail and line up along the ramp. Security guards do their best to clear them out. Suddenly a massive figure appears at the top of the ramp. Drew Carrig. He slowly begins to make his way towards the ring. He is shortly followed by another large figure. He is dressed in a long dark cloak that hides his appearance.)

MONROE: This is too much.

(Carrig approaches the fans. The reach out to him, almost begging for him. He merely pushes them aside and they continue to walk.)

HENLEY: I don't know that that was all about but it didn't look too smart this time or the last time.

(The large shrouded man walks calmly towards the announcers and silently stands by their table as Carrig now reaches the ring and attempts to climb the stairs. However before he can do so, one of the fans from the ramp grabs hold of his leg. Carrig stops.)

MONROE: Speaking of not smart. Didn't this one learn anything from the last fan?

(Carrig spins and grabs the fan by the neck.)

HENLEY: No!

(Before anything can happen a security guard is able to pull the fan away from Carrig. He escorts him to the back.)

HENLEY: Thank God. Ignorance is bliss but stupidity can get you killed

(The Carrig climbs in the ring and prepares for his match.)

MONROE: Ok, Grant. We have a couple of moments. Tell us about this match.

HENLEY: Ok, straight and to the point. There are light tubes in the ring and outside surrounding the ring. They can be used however they want. The downside is they hurt like hell and the shards don't come out of the skin that easily.


[DING DING DING]

MONROE: HERE WE GO HOUSE OF HORRORS TIME!!!

HENLEY: WOOO!

: hear a bag coming from under the table::

MONROE: WHATS'S THAT!

HENLEY: My barf Bag, I’m pretty certain that this is gonna be nasty

MONROE: That works, both men circling each other, the Cell around them on fire, The Ring Below them Lighting this entire shindig

HENLEY: Shindig is clearly my word Rog.

[The Lights flash off at once, leaving only the fire and Light Tubes below to give us Light.]

MONROE: Its go time, Both men have bled their souls

HENLEY: Carrig doesn't have a soul

MONROE: AND HERE WE GO CARRIG GRABS A HOLD OF JACKSON! JACKSON GOES LOW! LOW BLOW BY JACKSON AND HE IS AWAY FROM THIS MONSTER!

HENLEY: Jackson deciding that staying away from this monster may work

MONROE: Jackson pulls out two light tubes! One in each hand! This is gonna get nasty quick. Carrig still sorta reeling from he low blow

::CRASH::: ::CRASH::

Crowd: CWF! CWF! CWF!

HENLEY: YES!

MONROE: TWO LIGHT TUBES TO THE HEAD OF THE CARRIG, AND JACKSON ISN'T GONNA LET UP HERE

HENLEY: Everyone else has tried that too

MONROE: He grabs Carrig by the head and applies a standing Head scissors, the crowd fully behind Jackson here

HENLEY: Oh BOY!

MONROE: HE LIFTS! NO CARRIG BLOCKED! HE TRIES AGAIN! NO!

HENLEY: UH OH!

MONROE: HUGE BACKBODY DROP BY THE PRO CHAMPION DREW CARRIG!

HENLEY: This isn't good for Shane

MONROE: Carrig pulling free a ton of those light Tubes and laying them out in the ring, Jackson is getting up to his feet. Carrig grabs him

:::::CRASH!::::

HENLEY: And Jackson may be busted open here early on.

MONROE: Carrig with a Huge Powerbomb on to the Light Tubes early on and he shook the Cell with that one.

HENLEY: He's pulling free more light Tubes,

MONROE: Some of them are breaking in his hands as he pulls them free. He plants them down on the mat.

HENLEY: Jackson pulling himself up again, he should just stay down

MONROE: Carrig grabbing him again, JACKSON KICKS HIM IN THE KNEE, Drew hobbles Jackson gets a running start

:::::CRRRRRASSHH!:::

HENLEY: JESUS GOD!

MONROE: Shane Jackson with a Huge Running Bulldog, he brings Drew's Exposed chest down on those light tubes and they just explode everywhere

HENLEY: Jackson is just pulling Carrig up, neither of these men can be human though. 

MONROE: CARRIG HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN!

[Blood comes from a few small cuts on his upper muscular chest as the crowd cheers on.]

HENLEY: Ewww

MONROE: Jackson grabs the Carrig's wrist, HE WHIPS HIM!

HENLEY: NO!


::::::CRASH!:::::


MONROE: REVERSED AND CARRIG JUST SENT JACKSON THROUGH THE LIGHT TUBES AND THE ROPES!

[The ropes collapse]

HENLEY: That’s not a good sign, Jackson is laying in a pile of broken light tubes and the ring ropes

MONROE: We all knew the top ring wasn't that strong but Jesus, Carrig may have broken Shane in two there.

HENLEY: What exactly are the rules for winning this match?

MONROE: Umm....either pinfall or not answering a Ten count... I think.

HENLEY: All right, no ones knows that’s typical

MONROE: Shane's shirt has been shredded, and I think I see blood coming from his back

HENLEY: Because that’s Hardcore

MONROE: Shut up, Carrig making his way out of the ring now. Jackson trying to get up, he probably doesn't wanna touch that flaming cage

HENLEY: Carrig would like to make sure he does touch said Flaming cage

MONROE: Carrig is pulling up Jackson, He’s measuring him up

HENLEY: YES MY KINDA MOVE!

MONROE: MULE KICK BY JACKSON, HE GRABS DREW CARRIG!

::::CLANG!:::

HENLEY: EWWWWW I can smell it down here

MONROE: Jackson just whipped Drew Carrig in to the Cell and he is trying to hold him there

HENLEY: Carrig thrashing about

MONROE: He is... on fire

**HOLY SHIT!** **HOLY SHIT!** **HOLY SHIT!** **HOLY SHIT!** **HOLY SHIT!**

**HOLY SHIT!** **HOLY SHIT!**

HENLEY: Oh my GOD

MONROE: CARRIG JUST PUSHES JACKSON AWAY FINALLY!

HENLEY: He’s slapping his face!

MONROE: He has the flames out

::CRASH::

HENLEY: JACKSON DOING WHAT HE CAN!

MONROE: He just bring a pile of Broken and Unbroken tubes down on the head of the Carrig, and that bring the big Man down to his knees

HENLEY: Jackson isn't done yet

::CRASH!::

MONROE: More Light Tubes on to the Back of Drew and cuts have been opened up on Drew's back now

HENLEY: Jackson is fiddling around under the ring

MONROE: Not a wise choice here, Carrig getting up. HE PULLS CAGE UP!

::CLANG:::

HENLEY: JESUS CHRIST! THIS MATCH NEEDS TO STOP

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT******HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

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MONROE: Drew Carrig has Jackson around the throat and he is just holding him up to the flames and SHANE'S SHIRT IS ON FIRE NOW!

HENLEY: I’m getting my bag ready

MONROE: JACKSON IS SCREAMING HIS FLESH IS BURNING!

HENLEY: He's screwed

MONROE: Carrig pulls him away still on fire

::CLANG:::

HENLEY: CHOKE SLAM IN TO THE TUBES ON THE CELL ROOF!

MONROE: SHANE ROLLING AROUND TRYING TO GET THE FLAMES PUT OUT!

[Jackson pulls off his shirt]

HENLEY: Ohhhh my! how sexay!

MONROE: shut up please Grant

HENLEY: Alright.

MONROE: DREW PULLS OUT A PAIR OF BOLT CUTTERS! HE IS CUTTING OPEN THE DOOR! ITS OPENS!

HENLEY: JACKSON IS UP!

MONROE: JACKSON RUNS, HE GRABS SOME TUBES ON THE WAY!

***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!*** ***HOLY SHIT!***

[We hear nothing because the Annoucners table has been taken out. on the big screen, Shane Jackson managed to Get the tubes on the back of Carrig's head and jump out the door with him, sending them both crashing through the announcers table in a modified face buster of sorts]

[The referee makes his way around out of the bottom cage to administer the count]

[1]

[2]

[3]

[4]

[5]

[6]

[7]

[The announcers stir]

Monroe: My head

Henley: My barf bag

Monroe: The ref is umm.. wow, I think he’s administering a count

[8]

[9]

Henley: What? I want my mommy

[Both men manage to pull themselves up]

Monroe: Both men slowing pulling themselves out of the mess infront of us, I’m not entirely sure what happened but it looked like Jackson jumped out of the cell with Carrig..

HENLEY: Yes.. and now we have no announce table

MONROE: Yes indeed. Both men slow to get up, the door on the bottom cell is open and the ref is trying to usher them inside.

HENLEY: My head hurts

MONROE: Mine does too. The Ref now letting them begin to fight again, Jackson lets loose with a right, then a left! ANOTHER RIGHT! ANOTHER LEFT! HE HAS THE CHAMPION REELING!

HENLEY: Go SHANE GO!

MONROE: HE GRABS THE CHAMP! HE WHIPS HIM!

:::CRASH!:::

HENLEY: WOWZERS!

MONROE: RIGHT IN TO THE SIDE OF THE LOG CABIN OF GLASS! WHAT AN EXPLOSION OF LIGHT AND LIGHT TUBES!

HENLEY: HIS BACK HAS BEEN BUSTED WIDE OPEN!

[Blood runs down Drew's back from lots of gashes, some small and some large]

MONROE: Shane Jackson doing everything in his power to win this match! He is breaking a light Tube now

HENLEY: Usually the idea is to do that over one's opponents head

MONROE: He is straddling the back of the monster Carrig

[crowd goes crazy]

HENLEY: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

MONROE: HE IS DIGGING THAT LIGHT TUBE SHARD IN THROUGH THE HEAD OF THE CARRIG! YOU CAN SEE THE BLOOD RUNNING OUT OF THE HOLE! JESUS CHRIST!

HENLEY: The Hardcore Icon doesn't look to be too pleased

MONROE: He's Standing up!

::CRASH!::

HENLEY: Jackson isn't on his back anymore and that tube is still sticking out of his head

[He plucks it out and tosses it aside]

MONROE: Jackson just went through those broken tubes and some of the ones in the ring ropes, and he is bleeding badly from his side

[Yes a large, and fairly deep looking gash has been opened up in his side, pouring blood all over his chest, and stomach as he lays in the ring.]

HENLEY: That’s just sickening ::gets the bag ready::

MONROE: don't EVEN think of using that.

HENLEY: ::inaudible mumbles::

MONROE: Jackson has cuts all over his arms and back too. Carrig in the ring, he pulls up the limp Jackson

::CRASH:::

HENLEY: I think this needs to end now

MONROE: It won't end until he wants it to end now, A Huge Powerbomb down on to the barbwire and light tube covered bare mat. he pins Jackson

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HENLEY: OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!

MONROE: JACKSON KICKS OUT! HOW!

HENLEY: Cause he’s umm tough and such.

MONROE: Thank you, Drew Carrig is pulling Jackson back up. He’s pulling down allot of those light Tubes and laying them down in the ring

HENLEY: Jackson is trying to stop bleeding to death.

MONROE: Carrig pulls Jackson up to the top Rope with him

HENLEY: This bodes very not well for Shane.

MONROE: He measures him up!

HENLEY: JACKSON IS FIGHTING IT! HE IS ON HIS FEET ON THE TOP ROPE NOW TOO!

MONROE: JACKSON WITH A A DROP KICK OF SOME SORTS!

::::CRASH::::

::::CRASH::::

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

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MONROE: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! Carrig just went through the another wall of this Light Tube Cabin, cell WHATEVER, AND JACKSON JUST LANDED HARD ON THAT UNFORGIVING UNPROTECTED MAT, BARBWIRE AND LIGHT TUBES

[Jackson rolls over, glass and barbwire sticking to his wounds, the blood is very dark on his back coming from severe gashes.]

[Outside of the ring, Carrig is pulling himself up, blood pouring from a large gash on his chest and upper arm and countless other small cuts]

MONROE: I think Jackson may have more serious cuts, but I’m almost one hundred percent certain that they are losing the same amount of blood

HENLEY: Man those guys are pale

MONROE: Jackson struggling to get up, the ref is asking him if he can keep going

:::CRASH::

HENLEY: HOLY SHIT

MONROE: HOLY SHIT!

HENLEY: CARRIG JUST TOOK OUT THE REFEREE WITH A LIGHT TUBE!

MONROE: JACKSON HAS A CHAIR! AND A FEW LIGHT TUBES!

:::CRASH! CLANG!::::

***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON***

***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON***

***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON***

***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON*** ***SHANE JACKSON***

HENLEY: YES HE DID IT!

MONROE: CHAIR AND LIGHT TUBE ASSISTED STUNNER, HE COVERS

ONE

TWO

THREEE

FOUR

HENLEY: HE HAS THIS MATCH WON! WHERE IS THE REF!

MONROE: THE REF IS OUT!

HENLEY: Jackson is rolling off Carrig, he's checking the referee

MONROE: Dear God Carrig is still down, this match should be over, Shane Jackson SHOULD be NEW PRO CHAMPION

HENLEY: Uh Oh

MONROE: Carrig is trying to get up, he’s starting to come to at the very least

HENLEY: He looks pretty pissed off

MONROE: No shit

HENLEY: ::GASP::

MONROE: Eh, I’m running on empty here, Jackson is trying to get the ref up, He isn't really responding

HENLEY: Carrig is being quiet here

MONROE: He's Got a pile of Light Tubes Over this Bare Ring. Jackson Gets up

HENLEY: NOOOO

MONROE: HUGE CLOTHESLINE BY THE CARRIG! HE PULLS JACKSON UP!

::::::::::::::::::CRASH!!!!!::::::::::::::::::::

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

HENLEY: Dear Jesus No... I’m going to stop this now

MONROE: Carrig with the TICKET TO HELL on to that Pile of Light Tubes, Jackson just took a face first Piledriver in to those Light Tubes, The ref is coming too

[Grant in one of his acts of utter lunacy is climbing in to the cell.]

MONROE: We have a cover here

ONE

TWO

:::::CRASH::::

[HUGE DEAFENING POP!]

MONROE: WHAT THE HELL! WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL! GRANT JUST NAILED THE REF WITH A PILE OF TUBES! RUN GRANT RUN!

[Drew Carrig is none too pleased]

MONROE: GRANT! BEHIND YOU!

[Carrig has Grant]

MONROE: SOMEONE HAS TO STOP THIS NOW!

[Jackson Starts to stir a little bit as Drew Carrig wraps his hands around the throat of Grant, slowly lifting him in to the air. The crowd gasps in horror.]

MONROE: SOMEONE ANYONE FROM THE BACK! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!

[Jackson pulls himself to his feet behind the Carrig]

MONROE: YES! SHANE JACKSON HAS A CHAIR!!!!

:::CRACK!:::

[ANOTHER HUGE FACE POP!]

MONROE: CARRIG DROPS GRANT AND HE'S OUTTA THE RING! JACKSON LINING UP THE CARRIG AGAIN!

[Grant scurries back to his seat.]

HENLEY: ::breathing hard:: damn it

MONROE: That was the stupidist thing I have ever seen Grant

HENLEY: Yea Roger but sometimes.. the little guy need a hand

MONROE: JACKSON GOING FOR ANOTHER STUNNER!

HENLEY: DAMN IT

MONROE: NOOOO!

:::::::::::::::::::::CRASH!!!!!!!!::::::::::::

HENLEY: UGhhh

MONROE: ANOTHER TICKET TO HELLON TO THAT BARE RING AND LIGHT TUBES! A SECOND ONE! JACKSON HAS A COMPLETELY CRIMSON MASK!

[Its hard to see where exactly he's bleeding from on his face but he's gushing something bad.]

HENLEY: He covers and the ref is taking his time counting this time.

ONE!

TWO!

MONROE: Its over

THREEE!

HENLEY: JESUS CHRIST NO ITS NOT! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE? TRENT RUDIGER JUST CAME FROM NOWHERE TO  SAVE SHANE JACKSON!

[MASSIVE POP FOR TRENT RUDIGER!]

(Rudiger begins nailing Carrig with a chair over and over again until Carrig stops squirming. Trent begins to climb the double cage but Carrig pops up and begins to follow him up top.


MONROE: I think this is gonna get nasty

HENLEY: Well them I’m getting my barf Bag.

MONROE: Look at this, They are climbing BOTH CELLS!

HENLEY: This isn't good that’s at least a 40 foot fall. and the referee is down in the bottom Cell

MONROE: If they make it up there that is

HENLEY: Rudiger rolls on top of the formely flaming Cell

MONROE: Carrig making it up there now too

HENLEY: COME ON TRENT! TAKE HIM OUT!

MONROE: Trent getting to his feet. Dreww carrig gaining on him. HERE WE GO! BOTH MEN STARTS EXCHNGING PUNCHES!

HENLEY: CARRIG MISSES A PUNCH! RUDIGER WITH A HUGE KNEE TO THE GUT! HE CROSSES THE ARMS!

HENLEY: Jesus, Get the Damage Control out there now.

MONROE: HE LIFTS HIM UP!!!!!

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

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***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT*** ***HOLY SHIT***

***HOLY SHIT***

HENLEY: JESUS CHRIST GET THE EMTS IN THE RING NOW!

MONROE: Wow.. Umm I am at a loss for words here. Drew Carrig has just fallen through both Cells and the roof of the Of the Log Cabin of Glass, and through the bottom Ring, Most of this structure is starting to fall apart.. Lets just look at the replay

[The replay shows Carrig getting Cross armed powerbombed through the Cells, the Light Tubes, and finally the bottom ring collapsing around Carrig's carcass]

HENLEY: The ref counts the standard ten, but that was a formality. No way Drew Carrig could get up from that.

MONROE: We have our winner, and I think Carrig may be dead

[DING DING DING!]

YOUR WINNER AND NEW CWF PRO CHAMPION SHANE JACKSONNN!

[deafining cheer's]

Henley: CARRIG IS MOVING!

Monroe: DEAR GOD HE IS TRYING TO CRAWL AWAY FROM THE WRECKAGE!

[Carrig's bloody body emerges from the collapsed pile of light tubes and rings. he rolls away trying to stand.]

***DREW CARRIG!*** ***DREW CARRIG!*** ***DREW CARRIG!*** ***DREW CARRIG!***

***DREW CARRIG!*** ***DREW CARRIG!*** ***DREW CARRIG!*** ***DREW CARRIG!***

***DREW CARRIG!*** ***DREW CARRIG!***

[The crowd gives a standing ovation as he slowly starts to stand up.]

Monroe: Damage control trying to get him to lay down on the stretchers. But HE'S HAVING NONE OF IT!

[He Just about collapses, as Jackson finally makes his way to his feet realizing he has just won the PRO Title and looks up to see Trent Rudiger with a huge smile on his face knowing he has got some revenge on Drew Carrig.]

[Damage control finally helps him walk out of the arena as both men receive a standing ovation for their performance.]

Henley: That was the most gruesome spectacle I have ever seen.

Monroe: You may not like Drew Carrig but I'll be damn if he isn't the toughest sum bitch in this fed. He has earned everyone's respect here tonight.

Henley: Yes he did

Monroe: But Jackson doing what he said he was going to do and that was take the CWF PRO Title away from Drew Carrig.

Henley: Indeed.

Monrow: Well its been an amazing evening...

(With that Monroe is interrupted by "Lapdance" by NERD and Paul Sterling, still wrapped in gauze comes out to the entrance way with a microphone in hand.)

Sterling: The amazing Shane Jackson. This old fart comes back and  beats one man and automatically recieves a PRO title shot. What kind of crap is that? I busted my ass for over a year and I got nothing, a hardcore title....wow. I did things that Jackson couldn't dream of doing. I suffered third degree burns for this promotion and do you think that went noticed? NO. Now I don't want to be an annoyance because I am trying to say this as politly as I possibly can but I'll be damned if I am going to just sit here while Shane Jackson takes the glory of holding the CWF PRO title. So at the next Epic which I believe takes place on November 9th, it will be Shane Jackson in one corner and Paul Sterling in another. This is the dream match people have been dying to see. Old school at its finest, thats you Jackson against New School's pride, that's me. Until then I plan on making your life a living hell. Until then Jackson.

The camera pans to a close up of Sterling's face as the scene closes on another Glory.