**On Edge begins with Mark Read in the ring holding a mic**

Announcer: Welcome ladies and gentle men, to AWSF On Ed...
Read: Whoa whoa whoa, listen co-jack, in case you didnt realise, last night my team was successful in the Winner take all match... so this is no longer Bush's "On Edge" this is now ASWF TURMOIL... boys, hit it...

**with that Pyro's explode and the old turmoil stage set is lite up**

Read: Mr Announcer guys... good news... YOUR FIRED! Ladies and Gentleman welcome to ASWF Turmoil! And let me you give you a tip, if it wasn't for legalities we would again be operating under the LUF title, but we cant let this sort of silly problems get in the way of a glorious night...

Tonight we celebrate the victorious team, and we punish those fuckin blow flys that tried to derail our campaign... So with that in mind lets get down to some business.

To kick things off Sir Quincy Penfold III will take on Drunken Phantom in a hardcore handicap match, to teach both these men a lesson that i am not to be fucked with... also Big Pete will take on Bone Daddy in a one on one contest

Sean Lawrence, you my man were a vital member of the LUF team and because of that you are rewarded with a match i know your very keen to get to... Tonight, Sean Lawrence will go one on one with brother Ray Lawrence... but there's a catch... because of Ray's treachery, he will face his brother with one hand tied behind his back

Now Rock, i know you gave up your chance at a title for the team so for that i am giving you a title shot against Mr Charisma for the Hardcore Title

Ian Gorton, the last man standing... you my friend will receive your Pacific/Australian title match tonight and Trent for your role i will punish you in this manner... special guest referee - my good self of course..

And now to our main event... Brandell, our saviour, i don't want to appear to be taking sides... hahaha... so tonight you will defend your world title against none other than... Chris Walker Bush

**Crowd errupt in boo's**

Ohh and Dj U-Neek don't think i forgot about you, i figure your still heart broken, you lost the title, you lost the federation and you the girl... but jeez you should of seen it comin, Kristy formally worked as my personal assistant at the LUF... Jesus man, do your background checks... im giving you the night off, and have instructed the security to not allow you in the building tonight hahaha

Ladies and gentleman, let Turmoil commence!

The Card:
Sir Quincy Penfold III V Drunken Phantom - Hardcore match
Big Pete V Bone Daddy V The Beef
Sean Lawrence V Ray Lawrence w/ one hand tied behind his back
The Rock V MrCharisma - Hardcore Title Match
Ian Gorton V Trent 'The Ox' Bowman - Pacific Title w/ Mark Read as Referee
Brandell V Chris Walker Bush - ASWF World Title

OOC: Nice card, raider. Just so everyone knows, the next 'month' of shows will be booked in this order:

Mark has booked this week
Next week will be Sean Lawrence
Week three will be Ian Gorton
The final week before the next PPV will be Brandell

*Big Pete is seen in the locker room he appears to be smiling and laughing as he's on the phone, Chris who's still got a black eye and a bandage covering his fore-head approaches him and Pete quickly hangs up his phone and talks to Chris*

Chris: So Pete once again you lost to Brandell what are your thoughts?

Big Pete: Well you see Chris there is no more getting worried about the past there's only looking into the future and I'm sick and tired of Brandell I need new competition and ey I sure gave the ASWF fans a show last night.

Chris: That you did, so tonight any words for your opponent Bone Daddy?

*As soon as Chris is finished asking his question the door is quickly opened, Sir Quincy with his men come in and steal the interview, Pete quickly cuts in*

Big Pete: Quincy, nice of you to barge on in here. It's quite amazing Quincy I got something to ask of you. See next week rumours are going around Lawrence is booking me in a tag team match and since I can't talk to DJ at the moment so I was wondering with a guy of your talents could you be my partner for next week?

*Pete extends his hand as a sign of agreement, Quincy rejects it and saids he'll think about it while he continues on with his interview with Chris*

*Cameras fade to black*

Sir Quincy Penfold the third looks at the grubby hand extended by Large Pete. He sighs and stares at the roof, wondering how life got to be at a stage where a hoodlum like Pete, was allowed to be in the same room as him, the grand master of handlebar moustaches, wrestling extrodinaire and all round wonderful person.

SQP3:I'll...ah....contemplate your offering...Mr large pete.

SQP3 shudders and moves over to the dishevelled pile of human waste apparently called "Chris".

SQP3:OH I SAY! Don't even think about bothering me with your silly little questions! Journ-A-LISTS are vile nuggets! i will say this! SQP3 will not lower himself to battering faces with chairs, SQP3 was not knighted to play silly games! I was knighted because he is QUITE PLAINLY, unbelievabley classy and charming. I have no interest in the STINKY hardcore title. Mr Red, if that is your real name, i believe i have a more appropriate match for you.... Brandell versus a turnip, a tight match i think, as i'm quite certain that that nugget has never encountered a vegetable before, judging by his greasy look! You'll pay for this Mr RED!

SQP3 gives Large Pete one last reproachful look, shudders, and walks off....

Fine pete, dont ask me to be your partner :( :( :( :( :(

*real promo to come*

**The Beef storms Mark Read's office**

Beef: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? You leave the beef off the card tonight? I want a match dammit!

Read: You cant come in here making demands! But since im in such a good mood, im gonna give you what you want, you'll get a match, infact you will be added to Big Pete V Bone Daddy Match... and make it a Triple Threat...

Thank you and goodbye beef

**beef walks away looking slightly pleased**

**Dj U-Neek is seen trying to enter the stadium**

Security: Sorry sir, i cant let you in.
Dj U-Neek: listen muther fucker, im gettin in that building, you can either let me in or im goin through ya
Security: Sorry Mr U-Neek im a big fan of yours but im under direct orders from Mark Read not to let you in... ive got a family to feed, i cant afford to lose this job

**Kristy appears over the security guards shoulders**

Kristy: Whats the matter Babe? Cant get in tonight?
Dj U-Neek: Hahhaha
Kristy: Whats so funny
Dj U-Neek: Ohh i was just thinking of the irony of this situation, here i am, your former boyfriend and as hard as i try i cant get in, yet when i was with you, i didnt even have to try to get with you hahaha

**Kristy looks shocked**

Kristy: You better shut up or im
Dj U-Neek: Or your gonna what? Prositute yourself again? Hah, you better get ready cause im coming through and this 2 bit rent a cop infront of the door cant do a thing to stop me

**Kristy points at the security guard**

Kristy: If he gets through here your fired..

Security: Please Dj, i need this job...

**DJ U-Neek raises his fists... but reframes from hitting the man and kicks a bin over**

Dj U-Neek: IM getting in that fuckin arena one way or another

30 minutes latter.........

**Dj U-Neek trying to buy a ticket**

Dj U-Neek: 1 ticket, front row please
Vendor: Sorry Dj, we cant let you buy a ticket tonight... i could lose my job
Dj U-Neek: FUCK! IM GONNA KILL READ AND BRANDELL WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON EM!
Vendor: Next please

** a young kid with a U-Neek Freak T-Shirt comes to the booth**

Young Kid: One ticket, front row please... man im so excited, cant wait to see what Dj does tonight!

Vendor: There you go, have a lovely night

**Dj thinks for a while and gets a smile on his face, he gets out his wallet and calls the kid over... **

Young Kid: WOW! ITS DJ! I love you man, your awesome, can i have your autograph?
Dj U-Neek: Yea sure but look ill get to that latter, i need your help...
Young Kid: Anything man!

**Dj notices the cameramen behind him and hits a standing drop kick knocking the man to his feet and then delivered a crisp Turntable on the man... Dj looks at the kids ticket and smiles**

Dj U-Neek: Lets go for a walk champ

**Dj and the kid walk off talking quietly...**

Ian Gorton and Miss Devine are in Ian's dressing room.

DEV: SO how long were you guys all out 'til last night?
IAN: About 4am or so Really raging and partying to celebrate our invasion of the ASWF here.
DEV: He he
IAN: Well when I get crowned the Australian/Pacific Tonight I'll probably have another late one.
DEV: Yeah but have you noticed who your up against tonight.
IAN: Yeah and it seems the irony has continued. I'm up against a guy I've been tag parters with. So I know the guy's style from it and I think I have an exellent chance of finally getting the title.
DEV: I just hope that DJ U-Neek doesn't manage to get in here though.
IAN: Well I have an idea of how to deal with him beside he's been barred from the building tonight but somehow He'll probably still try to sneak in.

There is a sound at the window then a scream

DEV: Wonder what that was
IAN: Well if I was feeling milicious I'd say it'd be that big headed eunic trying to sneak in through a window.

The Scene starts with the camera on a nice tropical beach it is easy to see that it is just a poster, as the camera zooms out you can see Brandell sitting on a fold out chair sipping from a coconut....yes it has the Umbrella as well.

Brandell: Hello and Welcome to Brandells Rant for the week. This weeks topic......Me! How I came to be so damn good and how I managed to fool everyone in the ASWF that I was on there side. Firstly as the longest ever title holder in the history of the ASWF I think that it is high time that I am appreciated amognst my peers, thats where Bushie went wrong, he never fully appreciated the marvel that is the great champion Brandell. I have defeated almost every great wrestler that has been around and I have done it with a smile on my face and what respect have I recieved for it? Nothing. Mark Read is a smart man, he knew that if he was to win the Invasion he would have to partner up with the most renowned wrestler in the business. Luckily for him, I was looking for a way to get out of Bushies reign of terror. And now Tonight infront of a packed arena me Brandell Vs Bush, I shall have a little fun out of this match. I am going to get my revenge for everytime he took favour over Sir Quaint Penile, Big Poof and DJ Pip Squeak. Tonight I continue my reign of terror......

Chris Walker-Bush is talking animatedly with large Pete about the injustices of the pay per view, the treachery of doubtful mammal Brandell and his match up tonight for the world title.

(Offscreen) "Evening gents!"

CWB:Is that you....Quincy??

Camera turns around and we barely see a stunning handlebar moustache though the visor of a football helmet. The ASWF's number one gentlemen also sports other attire including a hockey shortstop stomach protector, kneepads, elbow pads, outside crotch protector and under all this is a big cushioned english jump suit....

CWB: (bewildered) What the-?

SQP3:You see, my dear bufoon bottomed brethren, i have noticed that Mr Red has the muscle, i alone have the brain power! He wants to see SQP3 wrestle in *ugh* HARD-core bouts, then yours truly, has little other option other than to comply....momentarily of course...for a LAUGH! ha......ha.......ha ha. OH I SAY!

SQP3 moves heartily down the hallway, the ring of "OH I SAY"'s all to be heard....

**argueing herd after the Penfold promo, the camera man goes to investigate and finds a young kid in a U-Neek Freak t-Shirt arguing with security over something**

Young Kid: Just let me in man, i told you, i had my ticket stolen!
Security: I dont care kid, you aint got a ticket, you aint gettin in
Young Kid: We'll see about that

** the young kid makes a break for it and the 2 security guard set off in chase of him... the camera scans across to the now un secure gates and spots a man in a hood entering the stadium**

The scene opens with Sean "The Assassin" Lawrence backstage with a ASWF reporter. The Assassin, dressed in a LUF t-shirt, jeans, and sun glasses, has four beatiful models at his side, and his attitude seems to have changed since the LUF took over, just this last past week. The reporter begins the interview:

Reporter: So, Sean, this week is your first in the ASWF without your brother Ray by your side, and incidently he is they very man you will fight tonight in a match, with somewhat "interesting" rules...

Assassin: First of all, junior, it's Mr. Lawrence to you. You aren't above me on the hierchy of this business, you do not hold a more powerful position, the antelope doesn't eat the lion, therefore, you will address me by my true title, and that's Mr. Lawrence...

The girls all giggle, as Sean gives an arrogant smile, and the reporter continues...

Reporter: Oh...k....but...

Assassin: NO! You address me by my true title, infact you can apologize for that blatant disregard for respect...

Reporter: Uh sorry, Mr. Lawrence...

Assassin: You're lucky junior, I could have you fired...No onto the next note, this is not the ASWF, this is not the ASWF arena, the ASWF did not win at last night's pay per view, are you blind, are you stupid? Listen, punk, the LUF is here form ever, and you can either get to recognising, or get to steppin, coz thats the way it is...

Sean takes off his sunglasses, grabs the mic and faces the camera...

Assassin: And as for my brother, Ray, heh, I made you in this buisness, and what happened? The student disobeyed the teacher, but in the end, as always, the teacher has the final word, and Ray, tonight, when I meet you in that ring, the teacher will be putting you on DETENTION! You can believe that!

Reporter: But don't you have any compoassion towards your brother, any at all?

Assassin: Listen up junior, and Ray, you better have your ears to the speaker aswell. Infact all you little ASWF punks can listen up...The LUF doesnt give a crap about family, about relationships, none of that crap. The LUF gives a crap about one thing...the LUF! And if that means getting rid of some excess baggage, then that's what needs to be done...Ray, heh, tonight we will find out why I am the Assassin and you are the Sabre Tooth, Why I am the Hunter and you are the Animal...besides I need some warm up my match next week for the Worl...woops! I shoudlnt have said that...oh well...

Sean and the girls walk off, and the reporter grabs the mic and looks into the camera...

Reporter: Well there you have it, The Assassin is cutting all ties to his brother Ray, and the Death Is Certain regime, and declares that next week he may be fighting for the World title! Big news from the LUF camp. Back to you at ringside...

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The scene cuts to the dressing room, with Ray Lawrence standing there watching the interview on TV. He mutters under his breathe...

Ray Lawrence: You think I give a crap about the ASWF aswell? You and me, little brother...

The scene fades out...

*A mixture of cheers and boos fill the arena as The Offspring's Can't Get My Head Around You hits the speakers and the newly crowned Pacific Champion, Trent 'The Ox' Bowman walks down the ramp and into the ring*

Trent: Last night, at the end of the luf v aswf match, a new era began, Mark Read and his cronies somehow managed to get the victory over Chris Walker Bush and the aswf, such a feat would normally require congratulations on my part to Read, but im making an exception to the rule.

*cheers*

Trent: Last night was the beginning of my ride to the top once again when I defeated Dj-U Neek and unified the ASWF's Pacific Title and the old LUF Australian Title, last night was one of the hardest matches of my career so far, both physically and mentally, nobody has ever pushed me that hard, and for that Dj, I salute you. *takes up a military stance and salutes Dj-U Neek*

*the crowd cheers loudly*

Trent: However, after my efforts last night, Mark Read, has seen fit to place me against one of his cronies, Ian Gorton, for my newly won Pacific Title. Gorton, I dont care about, I can defeat this no good pie eating tockus at the drop of a hat, I am the best Pacific Champion there is, was or ever will be, but just incase Mr Read and his cronies decide to try and interfere in my title defence tonight, ive arranged for a little how do we say.....insurance policy, some backup if you will, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it Read.....IF YA SMMMMMMEEEELLLLLLLLLL.............WHAT THE OX IS BAKIN!!!

*The crowd cheers madly as The Ox leaves the arena, a sly smile on his face*

Will post results sometime tonight (probably closer to midnight)

no worries mate, egerly awaiting them :D

damn its cold

(Alright, I said midnight, and it's 12.20)

A ground-breaking ASWF “Turmoil” kicks off with the traditional All-Star Wrestling Federation intro giving way to a more edgy LUF style intro video. Following the pyros, Mark Read makes his way out to the ring to booing from a packed Perth house.

Announcer: Welcome ladies and gentle men, to AWSF On Ed...
Read: Whoa whoa whoa, listen co-jack, in case you didn’t realise, last night my team was successful in the Winner take all match... so this is no longer Bush's "On Edge" this is now ASWF TURMOIL... boys, hit it...

With that Pyro's explode and the old turmoil stage set is lit up

Read: Mr Announcer guys... good news... YOU’RE FIRED! Ladies and Gentleman welcome to ASWF Turmoil! And let me you give you a tip, if it wasn't for legalities we would again be operating under the LUF title, but we can’t let this sort of silly problems get in the way of a glorious night...

Tonight we celebrate the victorious team, and we punish those fuckin’ blow flies that tried to derail our campaign... So with that in mind let’s get down to some business.

To kick things off Sir Quincy Penfold III will take on Drunken Phantom in a hardcore match, to teach both these men a lesson that I am not to be fucked with... also Big Pete will take on Bone Daddy and The Beef in a triple threat match!

Sean Lawrence, you my man were a vital member of the LUF team and because of that you are rewarded with a match I know your very keen to get to... Tonight, Sean Lawrence will go one on one with brother Ray Lawrence... but there's a catch... because of Ray's treachery, he will face his brother with one hand tied behind his back

Now Rock, I know you gave up your chance at a title for the team so for that I am giving you a title shot against Mr Charisma for the Hardcore Title

Ian Gorton, the last man standing... you my friend will receive your Pacific/Australian title match tonight and Trent for your role i will punish you in this manner... special guest referee - my good self of course..

And now to our main event... Brandell, our saviour, i don't want to appear to be taking sides... hahaha... so tonight you will defend your world title against none other than... Chris Walker Bush

Crowd erupt in boos

Ohh and Dj U-Neek don't think i forgot about you, i figure your still heart broken, you lost the title, you lost the federation and you the girl... but jeez you should of seen it comin’, Kristy formally worked as my personal assistant at the LUF... Jesus man, do your background checks... I’m giving you the night off, and have instructed the security to not allow you in the building tonight hahaha

Ladies and gentleman, let Turmoil commence!

Match 1- Big Pete vs. Bone Daddy vs. The Beef
Mark Read’s booking back-fires a little here, as the two ASWF aligned wrestlers are quick to turn on Bone Daddy. The LUF star is bashed into a corner, where he cops first the tombstone, and then the Beef Surprise. Deciding that discretion is the better part of valour, Bone Daddy slides out of the ring and rushes to the back, leaving Beef and Big Pete in the ring to a cheering crowd. They look at one another, shake hands, and begin to walk up the ramp, but Mark Read comes out.

Read: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you two think you’re going? I’ve booked you in a match, and you’re going to finish it.
Big Pete: Why the hell should we do that?
Read: Because, my traitorous friend, I have your contracts right here. To make things interesting, I’m going to throw a little stipulation on this match. I’m going to make it a ‘Loser Takes a Pay-Cut’ match. How much of a pay cut? Why, I’ll cut all but the last dollar from your contract. Now get back in the ring, or start lining up down at Centrelink.

Read goes backstage, and whilst Big Pete looks at Read in amazement, Beef blindsides him with a punch. The match is back on! Beef’s sneaky tactics give him the upper hand early on, and after throwing Pete into the stairs, he rolls him back into the ring and signals for the Beef Driver. Pete is able to squirm out of trouble, and a sharp kick to the mid-section has Beef doubled over. Sit down powerbomb! That shook the arena! Beef is able to kick out, but looks the worse for wear. Pete continues to beat on Beef, a hard whip into the corner damaging The Beef’s back. Pete hefts him up and signals for the Tombstone! He gets it. He then locks in a sharpshooter, and Beef is writhing in agony. He taps out!
WINNER: Big Pete by submission after 10:18

After the match, Pete doesn’t let go of The Beef’s ankle, and instead continues to apply the hold. Eventually refs break it up, and an intense looking Big Pete heads backstage whilst medics tend to Beef.

Match 2- Sir Quincy Penfold III vs. Drunken Phantom in a Hardcore Match
Sir Quincy Penfold III comes out to the ring in his full outfit of protective football gear, but when Phantom comes out, he’s wearing a suit of medieval armour! Penfold looks offended at Drunken Phantom’s use of his family crest on the shield, but doesn’t have time to complain as Phantom clobbers him with said shield. Phantom then produces a morning star, but after swinging it dangerously for a few moments, he is disarmed by a well aimed swing from a baseball bat. The flail falls to the ground, and the two tie up. Penfold gets the upper hand, and a German suplex puts Phantom through a trash can. Penfold covers, but Phantom is able to kick out. Head-butt from Phantom, but with both men wearing protective headgear, it doesn’t do much good. Penfold takes a football style punt at Phantom’s groin, and the former Hardcore champ is looking the worse for wear. Pump-handle slam from Sir Quincy Penfold… 1-2-3! Penfold’s picked up a win.
WINNER: Sir Quincy Penfold III by pinfall after 7:34

After the match, Bone Daddy slides into the ring after entering from the crowd. Penfold is still celebrating as Bone Daddy hits his own low blow and that hits the Bone Rattler through a table! Penfold is writhing in agony as Bone Daddy heads backstage.

Backstage we find Mark Read with Kristy.
Kristy: Mark, I just got a call from security. Apparently DJ U-Neek got into the building somehow.
Read: What!? Tell the entire security team they’re fired! No, wait… lock all of the doors and windows. I want to make sure U-Neek can’t sneak back out. Have the police on hand. If U-Neek sets foot in the ring, I want him arrested for trespassing and assault.
Kristy: Assault?
Read: I don’t think he’s coming here to get autographs, sweet-cheeks.

More hardcore action as MrCharisma comes out to applause from the ASWF faithful. At his side is KassandRa, and Charisma is wheeling a wheelbarrow which is covered by tarp. Before the match starts, KassandRa gets on the mike.
Kass: Kristy, I saw what you did to your man last night. Let me just say that I think you are a low, dirty, scabby mole. I would never do that to my man.
IF YA SMELL! The Rock comes out with mike in hand.
Rock: Blah, blah, blah! I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t do that. The Rock says shut your mouth you twenty centre, trash-bag ho. The fact of the matter is this, we’re all hear tonight to see The Rock win the ASWF Hardcore Title from Mr Jabroni down here. We’re not here to see re-runs of Jerry Springer, so why don’t you take your trailerpark trash ass backstage, get yourself a few ‘biccies’, turn those sum-bitches sideways, and shove them right up your candy ass!

Match 3- The Rock vs. MrCharisma © for the Hardcore Title
The match gets underway after Rocky runs down and slides into the ring. MrCharisma lays into him as he enters, but Rock fights to his feet and soon corners MrCharisma with his trademark punching style. Powerslam, cover, but MrCharisma kicks out. Rocky whips Charisma into the ropes, no, he reverses- and KassandRa smacks a chair over Rock’s back. He turns around to accost her, and MrCharisma clobbers him with another chair! Rocky is reeling, and stumbles into MrCharisma, who hits an old fashioned stump piledriver. Cover, but Rocky gets an arm up. MrCharisma signals for the Twist of Fate, but Rocky shoves him away, bounces off the ropes, and hits a big clothesline! He then signals to the back, and a police officer comes out. Whilst MrCharisma is being held by Rocky, the officer handcuffs him to the ropes and hands Rock his nightstick. Rocky beats on MrCharisma while he is defenceless, but KassandRa slides into the ring with a chair! Rock turns around and hits the Rock Bottom! KassandRa is in a world of hurt. Rock spins around, and MrCharisma hits him with a kebab! You heard right, a kebab! There’s garlic sauce everywhere. Rocky is blinded, and MrCharisma kicks him in the groin. Rock falls, and the referee undoes the lock on Charisma’s hand-cuffs. Rocky is to his feet, but MrCharisma hits the Twist of Fate. 1-2-3! It’s over!
WINNER: MrCharisma by pinfall after 8:57

Match 4- Ray Lawrence vs. Sean Lawrence
Once the ref has tied one of Ray’s hands behind his back, the match gets underway. Sean taunts his brother, getting right in his face and trying to provoke him. It works, as Ray head-butts his younger brother. Sean retaliates with a slap across the chest and then whips his brother into the corner where be beats on him some more. Ray tries to fight out, but with one hand behind his back, there’s precious little he can do. Sean Lawrence treats him to a range of suplexes and sleeper holds, wearing him down but never bothering to attempt a cover.

Eventually he throws him to the outside, where he bounces his head off the crowd barrier before lifting him up onto the announce table. He signals for the Lethal Scope, and hits it! The table cracks, and Ray is bleeding everywhere. Sean rolls his brother back into the ring, and goes for the cover. 1-2-No! Ray somehow finds it in himself to kick out. Sean applies the Chain Reaction. Ray is writhing in agony, but refuses to submit to his little brother. He manages to scramble to the ropes, and while the ref is dragging Sean away, Ray somehow manages to get his hand out from behind his back. Sean shoves the ref aside, and walks right into the Taming of the Beast! Sean is in pain, but manages to roll out and kick Ray back into the ropes. He slides out of the ring and grabs a chair. He blasts his older brother across the face with it! The ref has no choice, and calls for a DQ.
WINNER: Ray Lawrence by DQ after 15:14

After the match, Sean Lawrence sets up Ray with his arm in the chair, and then hits a flying elbow from the top rope. He leaves his brother in the centre of the ring, bloodied and broken.

Match 5- Trent ‘The Ox’ Bowman © vs. Ian ‘Grappler’ Gorton for the Pacific Title with Mark Read as guest referee
Before the match, Read explains that if Trent lays a hand on him during the match, he’ll be stripped of his title. That said the two experienced grapplers (and former team mates) tie up. Gorton gets the early ascendancy with a blatant rake across the eyes, and a few stiff chops back Bowman up into the corner. Gorton signals for an old fashioned ten punch, but Bowman turns it into a running powerbomb! Cover, but the count is slow, and Gorton is able to kick out. Trent turns on Mark Read, but Read grins cheekily at him in reminder of the rules. Whilst Bowman is distracted, Gorton hits a Russian leg sweep, and then heads to the top rope for an elbow drop. He flies, but Bowman rolls aside at the last minute. The fall hurts Gorton, and Bowman hits a Viking DDT to capitalise. Cover, but Read doesn’t count it. Once again Bowman gets up, looking enraged but refusing to hit Read. Read shoves him, and as he stumbles backwards, Gorton tries to roll him up in a schoolboy. Quick count, but once again Bowman is able to get free. He yells at Read, who simply laughs. Gorton spins him around, but Bowman connects with a big right hand, and follows it up with a Superkick! Gorton is out cold! Read rushes at Bowman with his Pacific title, but Trent ducks the cheap shot. Gorton is stumbling to his feet now, and Bowman hefts him up for the T-Bone Crush! He hits it, covers, but Mark Read isn’t counting it again. Trent looks pissed, and he backs Read into a corner without laying a hand on him. Read looks torn between laughing and crying, and the crowd pops wildly as Chris Walker-Bush runs down the ramp and hits a low blow on Read! The LUF chairman stumbles forward, and he’s out! Gorton is still down, and a substitute referee makes his way out. 1-2-3! It’s over!
WINNER: Trent ‘The Ox’ Bowman by pinfall after 14:22

After the match, Mark Read is helped backstage by Kristy, whilst Chris Walker-Bush and Trent Bowman celebrate their victory in the middle of the ring. It’s a short lived celebration however, as Brandell makes his way out for his title defence.

Match 6- Brandell © vs. Chris Walker-Bush for the ASWF World Title
Chris Walker-Bush doesn’t look like he wants to be here, and Brandell makes him wait as he comically stretches on the ropes. Eventually he walks towards CWB, and spits at him! Walker hits him with a slap across the face. There’s tension in the air…. Brandell breaks the tension, with a big head-butt sending Walker to the canvas. Brandell picks him up, whips him, and hits a big body avalanche on him. Cover, but Walker-Bush kicks out. The crowd is right behind Walker-Bush, and Brandell wastes valuable time yelling to the crowd that they should respect him. Walker hits a top rope dropkick whilst Brandell’s back is turned, and the champ falls to the outside. CWB gets a big cheer as he does a suicide dive to the outside. Both men are down, but Brandell is up first. He bounces Walker’s head off the ring post, and then sends him crashing into the stairs. Snake-eyes onto the barrier and Walker-Bush is bleeding like the proverbial stuck pig. Brandell plays to the crowd some more, taunting them with Walker-Bush’s bloodied face. He then rolls him back to the inside for the cover, but again the former ASWF chairman kicks out. Brandell looks furious, and as he berates the ref for a slow count, the crowd goes nuts as DJ U-Neek jumps the barrier!

U-Neek climbs into the ring whilst Chris Walker-Bush distracts the ref. TURNTABLES! Brandell is out cold! DJ U-Neek quickly exits the ring, and Walker-Bush half runs, half falls onto the champion. 1-2-3! It’s over! Chris Walker-Bush has stolen Brandell’s title and ended his reign!
WINNER: Chris Walker-Bush by pinfall after 13:04

After the match, the police surround U-Neek and cuff him, leading him to the back. Read comes out as Walker-Bush celebrates.
Read: Oh no, this isn’t happening. You see, U-Neek’s illegal interference makes the finish to that much null and void. The title is still Brandell’s, and I want you to continue where you left off.

Walker-Bush looks furious, and yells at Read. Meanwhile, Brandell snatches the title and hits Walker across the face with it. He covers, and the ref counts it! 1-2-3!
WINNER: Brandell by pinfall after 13:40

Brandell tosses Walker-Bush to the outside, and the fans boo as he taunts U-Neek, who is being lead away by the police.

Good show CWB I'm really enjoying this angle so far.

Also on my behalf I would like to apologise to beef hope you enjoy your leg cast mate. ;)

cheers mate haha
speedy recovery??? lol

Oh of course mate. :D

:ouch: Ahhhhhhhh :ouch:

Hey Ian, if you're not too busy, would you mind throwing up the card for ASWF Turmoil? I'll let Sean do the one after that

Looks like he's already beaten me to it.