MWF World Heavyweight Champion: "The Perfector of Pain" Thunder Bull

versus

"GMS" Gunman Stinger

Non-Title Match

Referee: Charles Galliant

Writer: Dom Stoate

[After both entrances die down, the attention is squarely focused on Thunder Bull and Gunman Stinger who stand opposite each other in the ring, awaiting
the start of the match as the referee talks idly to the ring announcer. Eventually he would nod to the announcer who nods back and signals for the bell. The bell rings and the match begins. Thunder Bull leaps forwards, looking to put Gunman away quickly with a flying elbow to the face. Gunman is more than equal to the lunge, though and dives backwards onto his back on the canvas. Thunder Bull would land on his feet despite the move failing before turning quickly around towards Gunman who shoots out an elbow himself, cracking it across the back of Bull s ear, sending him stumbling to the side.]

JP: What a shot from Gunman. I have to say, though, that I had much more respect for his opposite man before a few weeks ago. Thunder Bull was on the same page as the MWF fans and he had their support. Now they don t seem to want to acknowledge him at all.

Sully: How can they not acknowledge him? He s the World champion of the MWF! He made the right decision and, whether you like it or not, he s a changed man.

JP: Well, I don t like it one bit. Nor am I keen on his opponent for tonight.

[Gunman seems to have the upper hand as he latches a hand onto the hair of Thunder Bull, dragging him into a standing position. Thunder Bull whips out a right hook in a desperate attempt to send Gunman off balance. Gunman seems extremely focused, dodging out of the way of the World champion before launching a kick that strikes him in the gut, knocking the wind clean out of Thunder Bull who leans against the ropes for much-needed support.]

JP: A massive strike there from Gunman Stinger who is taking full advantage of Thunder Bull s sluggishness in this match-up.

Sully: You know what, JP?

JP: What?

Sully: I don't care who wins this match at all! I like them both so much!

JP: Oh, please.

Sully: What? I do. They re both top athletes, and if there were three titles, then they'd have two of them.

JP: What about the third?

Sully: Well, Tempest of course.

[Gunman leans forwards, grabbing Thunder Bull by the hair once again before dragging him back into a standing position, using the ropes as a bounce to aid him. Thunder Bull, again, tries to counter attack, but again Gunman Stinger beats him, blocking the punch before administering one of his own, knocking Thunder Bull down to the canvas. A small number of the fans start to chant for GMS to add to the punishment he had given him already and he sucks it in, taking in a deep breath before exhaling happily, arms outstretched as he stands over the fallen Thunder Bull.]

JP: GMS seems in firm control of this match. I think, you know, that Thunder Bull could be missing the people-power that he is so used to having behind him during his matches.

Sully: No way. He s just getting warmed up.

[Thunder Bull pulls himself up onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily as he does so, head turning to look about, trying to predict Gunman s next move as he works on getting himself up into a decent position again. Gunman does not let him though, moving forwards and slamming a foot into the side of his rib cage, sending him sprawling across the canvas, clutching to his ribs. The GMS chants continue as he looks about, nodding, very pleased with the small chant he was getting. Thunder Bull slowly drags himself to his feet, struggling to get a foot hold in the match. But he sees his chance when GMS, in a very cocky manner, drags Thunder Bull to his feet before turning to the fans, arms raised in celebration as if indicating an early finish to the match. Thunder Bull snaps out of the daze and connects with a harsh right hook to Gunman's face, sending the GANGSTA! onto the ring mat, clutching his jaw. The more devoted TB fans start cheering for him, though it is only a few, and it seems that Gunman has the majority of the people, despite his clear, arrogant cockiness.]

JP: What a shot, and the World Champion could well have turned this match around now.

[Thunder Bull moves over towards Gunman Stinger and drags him to his feet, latching onto either ear before dragging him about the ring, hands clutching to each side of his head as he does so. He would fling him into the corner from close range before surging forwards from point-blank range with a shoulder that jams into the bottom of Gunman s jaw, sending his head snapping back. Thunder Bull leans out again before launching forwards again with the shoulder, sending Gunman s head back once again. He steps out of the corner, letting Stinker stumble forwards before dragging him up onto his shoulders and hitting him with a military press.]

Sully: Wow!

JP: That as quite impressive.

Sully: How did he do that?

[Thunder Bull turns around, leaned over as he waits for Gunman to stand again. He is having difficultly doing this, though, arms wrapped around his waist as he latches a hand onto the ropes to his side for help. Thunder Bull shuffles forwards in wait, beckoning him to stand and when he does, he'd lunge forwards in an attempt to knock him down with a huge spear. But Gunman turns and smashes a closed fist against the cheek of Thunder Bull, sending him down onto the canvas, blood immediately flowing from inside his mouth. Although Gunman tries to disguise it, the referee notices the brass knuckles across his hands and turns, signalling for the bell. Gunman would launch a hand forward, cracking the referee with the brass knuckles, sending him flying back. The fans, at this point, would have stopped cheering his name, and would start to boo and jeer him, even more so as he raises his arms in celebration, standing over the fallen figures in the ring.]

JP: He was cheating. Using brass knucks and this match is over. It's a disqualification!

Sully: Not so fast, JP. The bell was never rung!

[Gunman frowns at the reception he got and lowers his arms, shaking his head in disbelief. He cries out to the fans, saying something unclear before turning back to face Thunder Bull again. He would casually drop to his knees before going for the cover. Of course, the referee being down, there would be no count, and as far as everyone in the arena was concerned, it was over, Thunder Bull winning by DQ. This glaring fact doesn't t faze Gunman who reaches over, grabbing the referee's hand before pounding it down onto the canvas three times.]

Sully: Yooouuur winner!

JP: Don't be stupid.

[Gunman dances about the ring, obviously half-convinced that the match was his after the pin-fall . He would lean against the ropes, bellowing up the
ramp Play my music! before stepping back into the centre of the ring, arms raised as 99 problems plays.]

JP: Well, like him or not, Thunder Bull gets the victory over Gunman through disqualification.

[Gunman is soon joined by his crew who soon flood the ring. The announcer neglects to mention that Thunder Bull is the winner for fear of getting clubbed with the knuckle dusters and waits until he is clear from view before saying it.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, through disqualification, Thunder Bull!

JP: I can't believe it...

Sully: Ah well, make sure you check out Authority '05 on Sunday!

JP: It's a show not to be missed. You'll see Thunder Bull defend against Doomsday and Gutter Rat.

Sully: Gutter Rat has two matches in one night, he's also up against Gunman Stinger who will be looking to take his MWF Television Championship off him.

JP: Take care all, and we'll see you soon!

The MWF is the Maximum Wrestling Federation, copyright to Edward Walker and John Richardson 2005.

Additional matches written by Dom Stoate, James Brady and Jason Williams.

Additional segments by Steven Avigne and Eric Kessler.

WEW segments reproduced with the kind permission of Ben Harlum.

WEW wrestlers appear courtesy of Worldwide Entertainment Wrestling 2005.