Sunday Night Superzone

December 26th, 1999
CWF Arena, Cincinnati, OHio

(Scene opens showing clips of last week, beginning with the terror of DTA, and ending with highlights of "Livewire" Ken Sparks vs The Assassin. The picture then fades out and cuts to the CWF logo, with lightning shattering in the background and "Fuel" by Metallica playing. Finally, it jumps to inside the ring, where the usual display of pyrotechnics signals the beginning of another Sunday Night Superzone. The crowd at the CWF Arena in Cincinnati, Ohio is on their feet, going crazy. The cameras get some close ups of fans, and their signs, which read "Match of the Year - Livewire vs Assassin", "Don't retire Ian!", and "The Special Referee is OJ!!!". The camera then jumps to the announcer's desk.)


Matt Murdock: Welcome again, to another edition of Sunday Night Superzone!!! Only one week until Mega Matches: Millenium Madness!!!

Vanessa McLure: Great…another overhyped PPV which is gonna suck….I can't wait…

Eric Masterson: You always gotta be so damn pessimistic don't you?! It's gonna be awesome!! Jam packed with great matches!!

Matt Murdock: Well, we got bitched at last week for going over the time limit, and cutting into, OH MY GOD, a VIP rerun, so we can't talk all day this time. Lets get this show started!

Eric Masterson: But first…I have a sad announcement to make… "Loverboy" Michael Torez, Ronnie Torture, and Robert Storm were unable to make it to their matches this week, and their opponents will be credited with a victory. This will not hurt them at all in their rankings or standings, it will help them.

Vanessa McLure: On with the show.


(The CWF-Tron starts switching images like someone changing channels shows a truck driving, the a man jumps in the air and some background singers sing, "You asked for it, you got it, Toyota.")


(Inside his locker room, Massacre looks at his tv set, and the crowd gets very loud. Massacre turns around and is pushed in the chest by a man in a white jogging suit and
gloves, and a CWF baseball cap. The push leaves two yellow handprints on Massacre's chest. The man steps back and throws off his cap, it is Wyatte Brock.

Massacre looks the yellow handprints…)


Massacre: I've been waiting for you Brock, but honestly, I expected a little more from you than a fuc*ing fingerpainting lesson.


(Brock opens his jogging suit to reveal a large white circle on his skin, contrasting with his black skin. His hand goes to his pocket and he points a small "Super Soaker" water pistol at Massacre.)


Massacre (laughing): The 'role model' of the CWF pulling guns? Now, I've seen everything.


(Brock pulls the trigger and the stream hits Massacre in the chest. The handprints start to smoke. Massacre yells as the concoction starts to burn his skin.

Brock picks up a bucket he brought with him and throws the liquid onto Massacre. The smoke stops and Massacre lies curled up on floor.

Brock points to his chest.)


Brock: This scar tells me that I'm not a man-of-steel. And the one you'll have will remind you that Redemption is at hand.


(Brock leaves…Massacre stands up slowly, screams Brock's name, and runs after Brock.)

Outcast vs "Hellrazor" Kevin Kirkland

Loudmouth: Our next match is set for one fall, with no time limit. First we have OUTCAST!!!!


("Trinity" plays as Outcast walks out onto the rampway. The fans give him a mixed reaction as he walks down to the ring. He slides in and waits for his opponent.)


Loudmouth: His opponent, "HELLRAZOR" KEVIN KIRKLAND!!!!!!

("Hellrazor" by Tupac Shakur blasts over the pa as Kevin Kirkland walks down to the ring. The fans give a mixed reaction as he slides into the ring and taunts Outcast)


McLure: Ok ring that bell already!!


DING DING DING


Masterson: Hellrazor starts off this match with a kick to the midsection and a gut-wrench powerbomb!

Murdock: Hellrazor picks him up by his hair and punches him in the face. He throws him into the turnbuckle, than runs in and clotheslines him! Outcast goes down!

McLure: Hellrazor climbs the ropes and when Outcast gets up he tries for a Pump
Handle Smash of the top rope but Outcast nails him in the gut!

Masterson: The action getting good here in the early going!

Murdock: Outcast picks up Hellrazor and bounces against the ropes and comes back with a flying clothesline but Hellrazor grabs his arm and takes him to the ground!

McLure: Hellrazor has his arm twisted behind his back and he reaches up to his face and pulls. Crippler Crossface!!!

Masterson: Outcast tries to get to the ropes but cant. The ref asks if he's going to tap but he says no and Hellrazor lets go of the hold!

Murdock: This match has been all Hellrazor so far!

McLure: Hellrazor starts to stomp on Outcast and he rolls out of the ring. Hellrazor follows him.

Masterson: Hellrazor gets down there and the fallen Outcast gets up and nails Hellrazor. As the ref is counting them, Outcast clotheslines Hellrazor.

Murdock: Outcast rolls Hellrazor back into the ring and slides in. He picks him up and does a Frontface DDT on Hellrazor!

McLure: Outcast picks up Hellrazor again and does a standing drop kick. He covers Hellrazor. 1......2...

Masterson: Only a 2 count for Outcast, it's way to early!

Murdock: Outcast up and he starts to pick up Hellrazor and Hellrazor nails Outcast in the stomach. He spins around and trips him up from behind causing Outcast to hit the mat face first.

McLure: Hellrazor applies an ankle lock on Outcast and he yells in pain! Give up you sorry son of a....

Masterson: Shut up Vanessa, this isn't the time. Outcast in a world of pain but he makes it to the ropes, the ref demands Hellrazor let go and he does.

Murdock: Hellrazor again starts to stomp away at Outcast. Outcast somehow gets up and tries to fight back but Hellrazor DDT's him!

McLure: Hellrazor picks him up and whips him to the ropes. He jumps in the air, and OH MY GOD!!! Frankensteiner by Hellrazor!! How did the 6 foot 5 man do that!!

Masterson: I don't know, kind of like how Scott Steiner used to do it!

McLure: Who???

Masterson: Oh nevermind!!

Murdock: Hellrazor lifts him up after that amazing move and picks him up and tries to powerbomb him but once up there Outcast fights back and falls down into a pin! 1.....2.....

McLure: That was a close one, but Outcast has no luck with that one!

Masterson: For once your right Vanessa. Both men up now and they exchange lefts and rights as the fans get livelier. Outcast sends Hellrazor against the ropes and he bounces himself and they DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE EACH OTHER!!!

Murdock: Both men down here, and the ref starts to count!!!
1.......................
2.....................
3...................
4.....................
5.......................
6........................
McLure: Both men up now and the ref stops the count. Hellrazor grabs Outcast and Outcast gives Hellrazor a low blow!!

Masterson: Outcast with a monster low blow and now a cover! 1......2......3

Murdock: We have a win...No Hellrazor had his foot on the ropes, the match continues!!!

McLure: Both men up now and Hellrazor still a little groggy from that low blow. Outcast grabs Hellrazor by the head, but Hellrazor picks him up and slams him on his back!

Masterson: Hellrazor feeling the energy now as he picks up Outcast. He sets him up and yes! Powerbomb!!!

Murdock: This has been a great match, but Hellrazor with the advantage now, what will we see next!?

McLure: Hellrazor on the ropes and he leaps and huge Elbow Drop off the top rope, he goes for the cover! 1......2.....

Masterson: NO! So close!!

Murdock: Hellrazor picks him up and kicks him in the stomach. He puts him between his legs, and he's trying for the Lethal Injection!!!

McLure: He's got it! No!! Outcast pushes him back against the ropes and he comes with him still under his legs. Hellrazor hits the ropes and comes back and jumps over Outcast and rolls him into a pin!! 1.....2.....3!!


DING DING DING


Masterson: We have a Winner!! Hellrazor wins!!! Hellrazor wins!!

Murdock: Hellrazor starting to leave the ring, but no he changes his mind. He walks up to Outcast, and NO!!! Lethal Injection!! He just had to do that didn't he!

McLure: Yeah, he had to do it for good measures!!!

Night Stalker vs Surfer Dude

(Suddenly every light in the arena turns to yellow, orange, and red. The words "You're About To Be Screwed" blasts across the speakers of the CWF Arena. "Call of the Zombie" followed by "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie plays as the crowd looks on in confusion. Cyclone comes out of the entry way in a suit and tie with a briefcase. He is accompanied by Jenna who is dressed up as well. Three lawyers come out behind Cyclone and Jenna. The crowd starts cheering as Cyclone makes his way to the ring. The crowd notices Cyclone isn't trying to pump the crowd up. Cyclone, Jenna, and the lawyers get in the ring and Jenna grabs the mic from Christopher Spracher. Jenna hands the mic to Cyclone.)


Cyclone: You expected a beatdown JV. But I'm sorry to say I have no attack planned for you. If you get one its because you brought it upon yourself. So without further ado, JV, come on down!!!


(JV's music begins to play but is quickly cut off as Cyclone gives the signal to cut the music. JV comes down to the ring with Brett Logan to a huge chorus of boos. The fans begin to throw objects at JV and Logan. JV gets hit with a cup of beer but laughs it off. A few small pyros are about to fire off.)


Cyclone: Cut the fucking pyros. He gets nothing and I told you. Now stop the pyros you bastards.

Matt: What the hell is he talking about?

Eric: Be damned if I know.

Vanessa: Why is the hot Cyclone being so mean to JV and Logan? I'm a not big fan of theirs but all this noise is making me uneasy.

Eric: So how you feel about Cyclone retiring?

Vanessa: It's his worst decision yet. If he leaves we have no hot men left. We are left with ugly bald headed freaks like JV and greasy bastards like Massacre and Desmond Destiny.

Eric: OK you can stop talking now.

Vanessa: No asshole! I hope Jenna trips so I can be Cyclone's new bitch! Once I saw him in a towel and man oh man did he look fine!

Eric: Say what?

Cyclone: OK now that you're slow asses have finally made it to the ring. You can step in, my lawyers wont press charges I swear.


(JV and Logan step into the ring slowly and cautiously.)


Cyclone: JV I hated you before we tagged. You were so thugish and you were so conceited it made me sick. You thought you were so damn hot but frankly crowd in a can doesn't impress me.


(The crowd laughs.)


Cyclone: We tagged for one reason. I wanted the tag gold and I needed someone I could use so I could get the shot. I could have won it without you but you were fragile and needed a partner. So we tagged and I reluctantly let you in to DTA. Why? Because it would make our newly formed tag team more believable.

Now you're new to this sport granted and I'll give you some leniency for that. Now I was gonna retire but we had those tag straps and I didn't want to retire with a belt. It wouldn't be right. When you have an obligation it is your duty to uphold your obligations. Now you helped me out into retirement early by fucking me over.


(Cyclone pauses and looks to the crowd for a few seconds. He waits for crowd reaction before he begins talking again.)


Cyclone: But...<b>OH CONTRAIR<b/>! Yes, you left some serious holes and patches in your plan to fuck me over. Well how about we pick it apart and expose your untapped, unending, and bountiful resource of stupidity. Let's take a look at the tap and we can see what happened so we can refresh a small mind like yours.


(The tap shows JV pinning Cyclone. The video shows JV and Logan dressed as druids.)


Cyclone: Now let's start the legalities, which will win me back my rightful tag strap. That's right my present to you is this pal.

Number one, you were my partner and technically tag champions must defend the belts together. So technicality number one proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that we did not lose those straps.

Now for technicality number two! JV you faked an injury and came out as a Druid with Logan to fight me for those belts. JV you pinned you and me were my own partner. You and I were tag team champion partners. The rules never stated you could pin your own partner. There should have been no pin and the match should be ruled a no contest thus keeping the belts around yours and mine waists.

I have many other legalities as well which we can discuss in the back if you'd like. Now fork the fucker over!


(The crowd cheers in excitement.)


Cyclone: It's not that hard. You can hand it over now jackass.


(JV and Logan refuse to hand the belts over. Cyclone grabs his briefcase and hits both men over the head with it. He then grabs JV and hits the Cyclone Drop on the briefcase. Cyclone grabs a hold of Logan and hits the Cyclone Drop on him as well. Cyclone picks Logan up and leans him up against the turnbuckle in the corner. Cyclone rips the belt off his waist and then spits on it. Cyclone then spits on Logan. Cyclone walks over to JV and grabs his belt. Cyclone spits on JV and then grabs the mic again.)


Cyclone: Jay informed me that you had originally planned a different way of screwing me over. He also said if you had used that way we'd also still be the champs. He had to give you another suggestion on how to fuck me over. Too bad you still didn't plan it right. Nice going jackass. Merry Christmas and I'll be expecting a Thank You card in the mail for the present. <b>You've just been screwed<b/>


(The words "You've just been screwed blare across the CWF Arena. The CWF-Tron starts showing a computer generated plug-in. The plug-in is a tornado of different colors and textures. "More Human Than Human" the remix version by White Zombie starts playing and the crowd goes wild. Cyclone walks out of the ring with Jenna and his lawyers. The crowd stands up and gives a huge ovation for Cyclone since it is one of the last times he will be seen in the ring again.)



Loudmouth: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First, now entering the arena, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds, SURFER DUDE!!


(And with that, "Selling the Drama" pumps over the sound system and Surfer Dude steps out from the back. He looks about and smiles lightly, reaching back to a few fans as he makes his way to the ring, seemingly very relaxed.)


Matt: Surfer Dude looking a little cocky here....

Loudmouth: And his opponent, A relative newcomer to the ranks of the CWF. From Hell's Kitchen New York.... NIGHT STALKER...


(Surfer Dude's music is immediately replaced by the darker edged "Carmina Burina" as done my Ozzy, and out steps Night Stalker. The fans give him an earful of boos, but he seems not the least bit fazed as he walks confidently to the ring, slipping in and walking up to Surfer Dude before the bell even rings...)


Vanessa: Oooohhh... they are already getting into it. That half a foot at least over Surfer Dude might give Night Stalker an advantage...

Matt: Maybe, but Surfer has the advantage of the fan's support, not to mention experience against even larger men. Stalker seems to be trying to intimidate Surfer Dude...

Eric: And intimidate he is. One chop, another chop... that's three of them, and Night Stalker hasn't given an inch...

Matt: That added weight and size giving Night Stalker an early advantage...

Eric: Not against THAT!!

Matt: No, indeed it didn't. Surfer Dude with an impressive standing dropkick that has sent
Night Stalker to the mat. But he doesn't stay down. He gets right back up...

Vanessa: And is hit again by the same thing....

Matt: Night Stalker being smart, he's slipping out to the floor this time, but Surfer Dude is giving chase...

Vanessa: Oh yes... we might see some violence now!!

Matt: And violence we saw!! Surfer Dude snuck up on his opponent and knocked his head into the guardrail. Now a whip into the guardrail on the other side!!

Eric: THAT has Night Stalker winded...

Matt: Indeed it does, and Surfer Dude is trying to take advantage. He's pounding away at that lower back.

Eric: Stalker Counters!!

Matt: What a cheap shot!! Night Stalker got a handful of tights and pulled Surfer Dude right into the guardrail!!

Eric: That was smart, not cheap...

Matt: Whatever you call it, Night Stalker is taking advantage. He's pulling Surfer Dude to his feet and rolling him into the ring and following him. That will interrupt the count out... smart thinking...

Vanessa: Awww... but no blood!!

Eric: Plenty of that to get you excited later this evening sweetie!! After all, Minister Massacre and the Asylum are in the house...

Vanessa: OOoooohhh

Matt: Will you two focus on the match?? While you were blabbing, Night Stalker applied a reverse chinlock to Surfer, and is winching down. The ref's checking for a submission, but it's being turned down. Stalker lets go and pulls Surfer to his feet.

Eric: He's setting him up for something....

Matt: A Russian Leg Sweep!! Beautifully executed and snapped off with precision. Stalker is rolling to his feet, and this time it's Surfer Dude's turn to slip out to the floor.

Eric: I don't think Stalker's gonna let him be. He's setting up to do something...

Matt: Well he IS a member of the hardcore people we have in this sport, and I wouldn't put anything past him...

Eric: Especially not THAT!! He just hit a Missile Dropkick off the ring apron!!

Matt: And that sent Surfer Dude into that Guardrail again. Dude is clawing his way to his feet, but Stalker is there waiting for him.

Eric: Wait... Dude just pushed Night Stalker into the ring apron!! Now it's the dead man's turn to squeal!! HAHA!!

Matt: Surfer Dude taking a moment to recover, then slips into the ring to break up the count. Dude's hunkering down, he's setting up for something....

Eric: Night Stalker sees him, but has no choice. He rolls into the ring cautiously and stands up...

Matt: SURF'S UP!!...

Vanessa: He MISSED!!

Eric: Night Stalker was waiting for it!! The dead man side stepped it!!

Matt: He did that, and Surfer Dude looks confused. Stalker takes the opportunity to slip behind him and... slap in a reverse suplex!!

Eric: THAT'LL leave a mark he can't blame on a surfing accident...

Matt: Surfer is slow to get up, but Night Stalker is quick to help him. He hits him with a fast DDT, then drops an elbow across Surfer's chest.

Eric: That knocked the air out of him...

Matt: Stalker stands up again and pulls Surfer Dude to his feet. He whips Dude into the
corner....

Eric: wait, Dude isn't out yet dammit!!

Matt: Dude showing off some agility here. He bounces up and over Stalker as he followed him into the corner and is kicking at Stalker.

Vanessa: I kick better then he does. Then again, you gotta know where to kick...

Eric: Isn't that illegal or something??

Vanessa: Not if I do it to you....

Matt: Dude has Stalker sitting down in the corner and is backing up a little bit. He charges and slams his knee right into Night Stalker. I don't care how big you are, that hurt!!

Eric: He's a dead guy. He probably can't feel pain or something...

Matt: Will you knock it off? Anyway, Surfer Dude pulling Stalker to stand in the corner.
Night Stalker is trying to get his bearings.... BOOM!! Surfer Dude made sure he didn't miss with the Surf's Up this time!!

Eric: He's going for a cover....

One... Two...

Matt: A kickout. Night Stalker has too much energy left still. Surfer Dude immediately to his feet, and helping Stalker up as well. He tosses Stalker against the ropes....

Eric: HAH!! Surfer Dude missed!! He just landed on his ass in the middle of the ring after trying that dropkick...

Matt: Night Stalker with a smart move, holding onto the ropes. Now he steps forward and
applies a spinning toehold to Surfer Dude.

Eric: He's winching it down, and lets it go with a knee drop to his... well, to his knee!

Matt: He pulls at Surfer's leg and stomps at the knee a few more times. Very smart maneuver by Stalker, talking out Dude's leg will prevent any more Surf's Ups... not to mention the Point Break....

Vanessa: RIP IT OFF!!!

Matt: Stalker letting go of the leg now to help Surfer to his feet. He's setting him up for something.... a quick Snap Suplex... he lifts him up again... and Stalker with a nice Front
Brainbuster.

Eric: He rolls over for the pin...One... two....

Matt: Kickout. Night Stalker doesn't look to happy with the count, but picks Surfer Dude up and picks him up again in a Suplex.... What is he doing??

Eric: He dropped him down like a Neck Breaker!!

Matt: Do we have a name for that??

Eric: Who cares?!? It was a great move!! Stalker with another cover....One... two... thr....

Matt: A kickout, but just barely. Surfer Dude is really taking a beating now, and I have no
idea how he got his shoulder up.

Eric: Neither does Night Stalker. He's arguing with the ref!!

Matt: Bad move against a vet like Surfer Dude. He's slipping out for something. He stumbles a little bit, but... but he's got a chair!!

Vanessa: Oh YES!! We might see some blood after all!!

Matt: Surfer Dude is in with the chair. The ref sees it, but is gonna allow it. Surfer Dude tosses Night Stalker the chair, he's going to try for the Point Break!!

Eric: Stalker catches it, but... Surfer Dude stumbles!!

Matt: The work Night Stalker put on Surfer Dude's knee struck at just the wrong moment, he falls over as his leg gives out. I hope it's nothing serious!!

Eric: Who cares!! Night Stalker's strategy paid off!!

Matt: That it did. He's got the chair now... and he's not afraid to use it.

Vanessa: YES!! Dude got clobbered with the chair!!!

Matt: Surfer Dude just falls over after that shot, he looks like he's out. Night Stalker picks
him up and sets up...

Eric: Night Stalker's Revenge!! That's his finisher!!

Matt: He hits it easily, and rolls Surfer Dude over. One.... two....THREE!!!

Loudmouth: And your winner.... NIGHT STALKER!!!

Matt: And this match is over. Surfer Dude is slowly getting up as Night Stalker leaves, But the paramedics are helping Surfer Dude. I hope it isn't too serious....

Eric: Who cares about that Surfer DUD...

Matt: That's Dude...

Vanessa: His old girlfriends tell me dud is a lot more correct....

Matt: Anyway, we'll be back after these words from our sponsors....

Merlin "G-Crusher" Reynolds vs JV for the CWF People's Title

(Minister Massacre is shown at the arena loading dock awaiting the loading of a large structure under a leather tarp.)


Lowlife: Massacre, what is that?

Massacre: …

Lowlife: Come on, answer me!! What about your upcoming match against Steve Johnson???

Massacre: …

Lowlife: God damn dude…what the hell did Wyatte do to you???


(Massacre turns around, and stares straight into the camera with completely dilated pupils and a wild look on his face and says "Retribution." He then walks off.)


(Cameras cut to the ring. The lights dim. Chris Spracher stands in the ring. There is enough light from fans with lighters and ringside to see Spracher run around the ring confused. On the CWFTron the logo of CWF changes to a picture of all four White Druids. They stand together. Then, without a moment's notice the screen fades to black and the lights come back on. )


Chris Spracher: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is for the CWF Peoples Title. Coming down the isle weighing in at 215lbs and standing 6'2 he is a former CWF IC champion and one half of the current CWF Tag team champions, this is JV!!!


("I like to get High" by Cypress Hill plays over the CWF P.A. JV comes down to ringside wearing a white shirt with a refer plant on it. He yells something to the crowd and they give a mixed reaction, mostly boo's. )


Chris Spracher: AND this opponent, the current reigning CWF People's Champion, he weighs in at 220lbs and stands 6'1, CWF's own cruiserweight, Merlin "g-Crusher" Reynolds!!!!


(The crowd erupts in cheers as "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica plays. Merlin walks down to the ring and flashes the G signal a few times and the crowd gives it right back and pops some more for him. He rolls in the ring and unstraps the CWF Peoples title. He hands it to the ref, Jordan Jones.)


DING DING DING DING DING


Matt: Okay fans we're off! This promises to be a great match up between these new and young CWF stars, well these new stars, considering we don't have one guy on our roster over age 30 I don't think.

Eric: Me either, G-crusher gives JV a leg sweep then kicks JV in the midsection. JV sucks wind and Merlin does a baseball slide under JV's legs and hops up. He gets a belly to back suplex!

Matt: Nice move by the Peoples Champion.

Eric: JV is getting up but Merlin bounces off the ring up and hits a flying shoulder tackle.

Matt: Merlin outweighs JV by about 5 pounds but JV has a one inch height advantage, these two men are very evenly matches up. Merlin scales the top rope, his back is to JV.

Eric: Top rope Moonsault, Merlin collides with JV and Merlin cradles JV's legs after forcing him to the mat.

JJ: One.......................two....

Matt: No JV kicks out. That was a picture perfect moonsault but JV somehow kicked out.

Vanessa: Will you guys let me talk????

Eric: Oh sorry, I forgot you were there.

Matt: G-crusher picks up JV for a DDT but JV low blows Merlin.

Vanessa: Well JV just proved the hard way that Merlin is in fact a man. And a wimpy looking one at that.

Eric: Why do you always insult the good guys???

Vanessa: Why don't you stay neutral???

Matt: Why doesn't Jay raise our salaries???

Eric: I swear the both of you, JV locks up Merlin in a abdominal stretch, lifts him over his head, PUMP HANDLE SLAM!!!! Merlin's back just met head on with the mat.

Vanessa: Did you hear the sound of that?? Incredible!

Matt: Now JV goes up top, Merlin is down and not looking so good. JV stands up on the top rope, diving head butt by JV. That usually is one of Merlin's moves, JV must have done his homework for once.

Eric: JV is stunned though, very disorientated. He didn't anticipate that move would have that much effect on him as well as Merlin.

Matt: JV just stumbling around the ring and I don't think JV knows where he is. Merlin is getting up now.

Eric: JV turns around and Merlin .......spears him!!!!!! They both crash into the turnbuckle and JV caught the worst of that as his back was cemented into the turnbuckle. Now JV just stands out on his feet on the turnbuckle.

Matt: Merlin at the other side of the ring, he charges and jumps up into the air for a splash, JV grabs the ref and Merlin splashes Jordan Jones!

Eric: Uh oh, Jordan Jones is down and from behind JV kicks G-crusher and there is one DDT.

Matt: JV picks Merlin back up, there is the second DDT!

Eric: We all know what's next for Merlin. Merlin is slumped over and he's basically out of it right now, JV stands but is NOT going for the third DDT. Instead he goes outside and gets a chair!

Matt: I think things are breaking down here in Cincinnati arena. JV starts to enter the ring with chair in hand, he puts one leg through the middle ring rope. Oh wait, Jordan Jones who was getting up accidentally fell onto the rope causing it to bounce down but then back up and it connected with JV's crotch.

Eric: Wow!!! Guess what goes around DOES really come around. Now JV still has the chair in hands is wincing in pain and Merlin is up.

Matt: He flashes the G sign to the crowd.

Eric: The crowd erupts in cheers, they can smell that G-crusher is taking this one home for the Holidays!

Matt: Merlin connects with....THE BOOT TO THE HEAD!!!!!!! JV falls down and Merlin takes the chair and throws it to the outside.

Eric: This is great action. Now Merlin gives a very stiff kick to JV's jaw. He's going to try and make him prone to the G-crusher crush.

Matt: This was a great strategy used by many great ring generals, even Double A, Arn Anderson.

Eric: Now JV is picked up by Merlin, jawbreaker!!! Merlin just gave JV a jawbreaker!

Matt: JV grabs his jaw in pain. Now Merlin flashes the G sign again and he gives JV a DDT!!!

Eric: Now Merlin climbs the top rope, he yells and mocks JV, I think this is payback for JV using the diving headbutt earlier in this match, about 8 minutes ago.

Matt: JV is up and falls down into a diving headbutt onto JV!!! Merlin is up. He is NOT disorientated like JV was before. Now Merlin calls to the crowd.

Eric: He's setting JV up, there it is, the G crush!!!! It's a modified camel clutch. JV is screaming in pain.

Matt: And.....JV taps!!!!! JV gave up!!

Chris Spracher: Your winner, and STILL champion, Merlin "g-Crusher" Reynolds.

Matt: Oh...what a match. Wait, here comes LIVEWIRE. Livewire walks to ringside and he has a mic.

Livewire: JV you attacked me last week with that glass bong, well you won't get away with that. Come on JV, one on one right now, you and me!


( JV begins to back away but then smiles as Brett Logan runs down to ringside and rolls into the ring right behind Livewire. )


JV: Okay Livewire, you want it bitch, you got it!

Eric: Livewire is about to rush JV but Brett Logan grabs Livewire from behind and locks up his arms. JV puts the mic up to Livewire's mouth.

Livewire: Dammit Brett, let me go, we were friends!

Brett: Yeah Kenny, we WERE friends but we haven't be in along time.

JV: Yeah, Brett has new friends now.

Livewire: Dammit Brett, JV's a piece of trash, how can you team with him?

Brett: Ya know Kenny, you're right he IS a piece of trash!!!

Eric: Oh my! Brett let Livewire go and Livewire superkicked JV out of his boots. Livewire picks up JV and throws him at Logan who gives him the last judgement!!!

Matt: Livewire and Brett walk away from the ring.

Brett Logan: Hey JV, at the PPV or at the SNS after it, you get a partner and I'll get a partner and will fight it out for the tag team titles!

Livewire: That's right, CWF we are your REDEMPTION!!!

Eric: Livewire points to the sky and then he and Brett leave to very loud pops. We'll be right back.

The Assassin vs Alexander Hart

(Camera cuts backstage to Blackbird 13, Thomas Blackheart, Shawn Temp, and Jason Logan, who are beating Assassin down with baseball bats. Assassin looks to be hurt and is in agony. The DWO walks off as paramedics come out to assist Assassin.)


[The Camera Cuts in to see Eric Masterson sitting at the commentary table alone. ]


Eric: Well gee folks, I have no idea where Vanessa and Matt went. But oh well lets get down to business.

Loudmouth: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, your referee for this match will be the noble, Jordan Jones....... First coming down the isle, he hails from Baltimore Maryland........ weighing in at 294 Pounds.... here is ALEXANDER HART!


[ The arena turns gray and out walks Alexander Hart to "Hill of the Skull". He is looking pumped tonight as he steps over top of the ring ropes and enters the ring. ]


["Shake your bon-bon" by Ricky Martin begins to play, and out walks Javier Rico. He starts crotch chopping to the fans, and really raising hell. He walks toward the announcer's table.]


Eric: You know you are not scheduled to be out here.

Javier: Yeah eh-say, I know... but You looked like you could use some help with your key commentators gone, so I am here now.. to your rescue!!! YO EM LA HERIO!

Eric: Oh Brother!

Javier: Look, Alex Hart has got on some Roach Stomping boots.. LA COOCA RACHA!

Loudmouth: And now, coming down the Isle, Hart's Opponent, hailing from Chicago Illinois... here is ' THE ASSASSIN '


[ Assassins by the ICP begins to play, and out walks the Assassin in his traditional black shorts, and wet hair. ]


Javier: Look at that Scar! I wouldn't want to have to face that Loco Assassin.

Eric: You are right for once Javier!

Javier: Well, while the big man is making his way to the ring, I would like to take this time, and thank all of my millions of fans around the world, and I would also like to let you all know that I am not just the 'CREME PUFF' everyone says I am. I have studied everyone here, this is why I know that without Hogosky, he may have never made it, now he is another outcast to society.

Eric: Speaking of Outcast, wasn't that you laid out in the back dressing room the other day??

Javier: Never mind that Chalupa!


DING DING DING


Eric: There's a good old Collar and Elbow Lockup by these two monsters, due to Hart's size advantage, looks like he has got the upper hand.

Javier: Upper Hand? Looks like he just threw that son of a motherless goat across the ring to the floor.

Eric: But that is not stopping Assassin, he climbs back up to the apron, and oh my god,
Hart just caught him with a slide tackle under the ropes, it looks as if Assassin, is having some knee pains now.

Javier: He is so short, I would call that Growing Pains!

Eric: I don't think you want to bad mouth him, he is th..... shit! Assassin, just scoop slammed Hart over the guardrail and into a row of guest.

Javier: Look, that old woman just threw her Depends at Hart! YUCK! She planted one on his lips!!!!.

Eric: That is nasty! Look at Assassin Just Laugh! Hart reaches up and Uppercuts Assassin, Assassin Falls to the ground, Hart flies over the barrier and nails him with a clothesline.
Javier: I see Londen, I see France!!! I see an old woman's underpants!! Hey Hart! How do they smell??

Eric: GOD! If you could grant me one request..... send a hitman to the US to get rid of Javier!

Javier: YO EM LA HERIO! A DDT By Assassin on the concrete on Hart.


[ Jones... 7..... 8... ]


Eric: They both roll back into the ring in the nick of time, and Hart delivers a rolling punch.

Javier: Assassin shook it off, look at that, he cold cocks Hart to the ground, Hart looks out.

Eric: Look at that Javier.


[ The Assassin give Javier the Finger ]


Javier: Yeah, ASSHOLEASSIN!

Eric: Now that was funny!

Javier: Hart, from behind….belly to back suplex!! He picks up Assassin…

Eric: Ground Zero!!!!

Jordan Jones 1.... 2.... 3......

Eric: Your Winner.... Alexander Hart!!!

Minister Massacre vs Steve "Iceman" Johnson

(Backstage, JV is shown outside Cyclone's locker room, with a glass bong. He knocks on the door, and then hides close to the wall. When Cyclone opens it, JV jumps at him, and shatters the bong over Cyclone's head. He then begins to severely beat down Cyclone, as Jenna runs off for help.)


Loudmouth: And now, a match to settle the score, a match to score a bunch with, the matchup for a chance for a shot at the CWF Heavyweight Championship of the World.

First, coming to the ring, a hardcore brawler, wanna be a shot caller, not an
obscene phone caller, The Iceman, Steve Johnson.


["Enter Sandman" blares through the arena, as the fans erupt into a frenzy.... A red strobe light flashes off and on through the curtains, as fire flickers and leaps up the entrance way, before exploding in a shower of sparks and smoke. As the smoke clears, a figure is seen standing in the entrance way, holding a barbed wire cane..... As soon as the smoke is fully gone, the man is seen as Steve Johnson. His face is still pink from a fireball attack. He walks slowly down to the ring as the fans sing along with Metallica. He steps through the ring ropes and sits in the far corner of the ring.]


[The lights turn off, the arena is dark, except for the lighters many fans hold up. "Battle for Heaven" drowns out the boos of the crowd as the arena suddenly transforms into a scene not unlike a motor vehicle accident scene as ambulance-like spinning red lights flash in the arena. A red strobe light flashes on the top of the ramp as Massacre emerges from the curtain. He stretches his arms out and bows his head as the blood-spouting sprinklers bathe him in blood.]


Vanessa: MMmmm, mmmmm, Massacrrrrrrrre.

Eric: These two have had some fierce battles…

Matt: Yes, and this is one that could be more than the rest.

Vanessa: A match for a match for the world title, big deal.

Eric: This is an excellent match for either of these competitors.


[He starts his approach toward the ring , ignoring the hail of trash and other debris being thrown at him. Slowly, Massacre walks up the ring steps and slips between the ropes. Fire explodes from the ringposts and Massacre bows his head again.

Steve Johnson rushes toward Massacre and hits him in the head with the cane. Massacre stumbles off the apron, and Johnson goes through the ropes after him.]


Matt: Early attack by the Iceman, goes after Massacre right off the bat.

Vanessa: What a coward that Iceman is, Massacre was in the middle of a ceremony.

Eric: Iceman throws Massacre, headfirst, into the ring steps.

Matt: Ouch, those are wooden, not the aluminum ones, I wonder why.

Vanessa: Massacre is reeling, there's a little blood coming from his mouth.

Eric: This isn't a hardcore match, the ref is counting them out.

Matt: 7-8

Vanessa: Iceman rolls Massacre back into the ring, I guess he wants the title more than vengeance.

Eric: LOW BLOW, by Massacre.

Matt: Is that like Brut, by Fabrege?

Vanessa: Massacre grabs Iceman's arm and whips him to the ropes, he' going to clothesline him ....

Eric: Iceman ducks, kicks Massacre in the stomach ooh, Massacre tackles Iceman.

Matt: He was going for the End of the Line, but ...

Vanessa: Massacre rakes at the tenderness of Johnson's face.

Eric: Iceman pulls back in pain. Massacre starts to choke Iceman.

Matt: The ref counts - 4-5-6

Vanessa: Massacre breaks the choke.


[Massacre stomps to the other side of the ring and throws his robes off, revealing a red wrestling singlet.]


Eric: Iceman is getting to his feet, and here comes Massacre.

Matt: The Big Evil kicks Iceman in the face.

Vanessa: The Big Evil?

Eric: Massacre picks Iceman up by the face, pushes him to the corner and chops Iceman's chest.

Matt: 1 - 2 -3!!

Vanessa: Iceman reverses it, whips Massacre into the corner.


[Johnson pulls down the top of Massacre's singlet, revealing a fresh burn.]


Matt: Chop [WHooooooo from the crowd] Chop [Whooooo from the crowd] 3-4 -5
chops.

Vanessa: There's that nasty burn, and it's got to be burning more now.

Eric: Massacre is doubled over in the corner. Iceman kicks him in the face.

Matt: He's going for the cane.

Vanessa: Cheater, cheater!

Eric: Iceman's got the cane .. but where's Massacre?

Matt: Massacre is collecting himself outside the ring.

Vanessa: Here comes Iceman, over the top rope.

Eric: Massacre rolls back into the ring ...

Matt: Iceman follows him.

Vanessa: Wait, Massacre is just waiting, smiling.

Eric: Iceman throws the cane down.

Matt: He's throwing the gauntlet down.

Vanessa: They move towards each other .. lock up.

Eric: It's a test of strength, palm to palm, chest to chest.

Matt: The stronger Massacre is getting the best of Iceman ...

Vanessa: No, Iceman is pushing back.

Eric: This isn't just a test of arm strength, it's a test of legs and arms and chest and wrist strength.

Matt: Massacre is being pushed back .... HEADBUTT by Massacre.

Vanessa: Masscare wins!!! It was a test of brains too Eric.

Eric: Iceman is reeling, Massacre knees him in the stomach. DDT.

Matt: Iceman is down. 1 -2 - KICKOUT!!

Vanessa: Massacre doesn't waste a second, he has Iceman up ...

Eric: Whips him to the ropes, clothesline.

Matt: Iceman goes down, Massacre is choking again.

Vanessa: He's lifting Iceman to his feet, the ref's count is on.

Eric: 4-5-6…

Matt: CHOKESLAM!!!

Vanessa: Iceman is down, he's not moving.

Eric: Massacre lifts Iceman up, he kicks him in the gut, Iceman pushes him away and goes through the ropes.

Matt: Massacre was going for the "End of the Line", how arrogant.

Vanessa: How sweet.

Eric: Iceman is gathering himself outside the ring.

Matt: Massacre's calling him back in.

Vanessa: Iceman is motioning for Massacre to stand back.

Eric: And Massacre is obliging him.

Matt: Iceman rolls back into the ring .. Massacre charges him.

Vanessa: Iceman .. oh no, a single leg takedown.

Eric: He's got Massacre's ankle wrapped up, he's twisting it like Chubby Checker.

Matt: Massacre grabs the ropes.

Vanessa: The ref is counting .. 1-2-3-4

Eric: Iceman breaks it, reluctantly, sure enough.

Matt: Iceman grabs Massacre's ankle and drags him to the middle of the ring, then stomps on Massacre's back.

Vanessa: He rolls him over, stomping on that raw area of his chest.

Eric: Massacre is hurting.

Matt: Massacre is on his knees, he's getting up.

Vanessa: Oh no, Iceman puts his legs around Massacre's head.

Eric: Powerbomb!!!! No .. It's the CHOKESLAM.

Matt: He's returning the favor from before.

Vanessa: Oh no, 1 -2 -KICKOUT!!!

Eric: Iceman helps Massacre up, whips him into the ropes again .... he stops
Massacre with his body.

Matt: ROCK BOTTOM!!!

Vanessa: Oh no .. we all know what comes next ....

Eric: The pin attempt ...

Matt: 1 -2 KICKOUT!!!

Vanessa: Iceman is mad, he just can't keep, the .. Big Evil down.

Eric: Iceman hooks Massacre's neck for a suplex.

Matt: Massacer blocks it.

Vanessa: He tries again.

Eric: Massacre blocks it again!!

Matt: SNAP SUPLEX by Massacre. He holds on though .. get sup .. AGAIN ...

Vanessa: Iceman is dazed.

Eric: Massacre is up, he stands behind the dazed Iceman.

Matt: He grabs Iceman's arm through his legs.

Vanessa: The BLOODY BENEDICTION!!

Eric: Oh no ...

Matt: He hits it just right.

Vanessa: One .... two ... three!!!

Eric: Darnit!!

Matt: Massacre is moving on to the next round…

Vanessa: Wait a minute…what's going on?


(Shawn Temp, Blackbird 13, Thomas Blackheart, and Jason Logan run out to the ring with lead pipes. Blackbird nails Massacre in the back, knocking him out. Shawn and Thomas nail Steve Johnson at the same time. Then Blackbird locks a Figure Four on Massacre, as Jason Logan works at Massacre`s knee with a pipe. Shawn and Thomas handcuff Johnson to the ropes, then proceed to beat him down with the pipes. Blackbird
unlocks the figure four and grabs a mic. He gets right up in Massacre`s face, after making a signal to Shawn and Thomas to lay off of Johnson.)


BLACKBIRD 13: You simply don`t understand. You can call us ripoffs of the NWO if you wish, but I still have to steal this line. You`re either with us or against us. See him? (Points to Johnson) I don`t have any problems with him. (Blackbird goes and kicks Johnson in the head.) See that? I don`t care. I wish Johnson the best, but right now, he is the enemy. Same as you Massacre. (Blackbird gets up and looks at the camera now.) CWF, you made us this way. You scoffed at me, you scoffed at Thomas, and Jason and Shawn haven`t shown their full potential yet. But most of all, you brushed the DWO off as an afterthought. Ask Massacre if he feels like it`s an afterthought. Go and ask
Assassin if we are a mere afterthought. We either have respect, or we take respect. Don`t get me wrong, we can be trusted, but if you don`t have our respect, don`t trust us. This is the warning shot, CWF, stand up and take notice, because the DWO is beginning it`s
reign of terror. Quote the Blackbird, Nevermore.


(Blackbird drops the mic and exits the ring. Thomas slowly follows him, Jason Logan slides out as well. Shawn moons Johnson, then plays catch up with the other three.)


Matt: WHOA! Strong words!! We're out of time!!

Special Thanks To: The handlers of Outlaw, Alex Hart, Brett Logan, Livewre Ken Sparks, and Wyatte Brock for writing the matches

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