Card to be created by brandell

Brandell comes out to rapturous applause (well, not really).

Brandell: I thought about all the things I could say tonight, instead I've decided I will not grace you with some choice words from your champion. Blow me.

The Card

Big Pete vs. DJ U-Neek in a #1 Contender's Match, Hardcore Rules

Chris Walker-Bush vs. Bone Daddy & Sean Lawrence in a Handicap Match

Sir Quincy Penfold III and Mr Charisma vs. Ian 'Grappler' Gorton and The Rock

Trent 'The Ox' Bowman vs. Brandell for the Pacific Title

Drunken Phantom vs. The Beef

Im running out of ideas to keep my title, if anyone can think of any other than brandell shouldnt be a double champion, pm me :P

*promo to come*

OOC: You don't necessarily need to give me a scheme. Just promo, and I can do the rest

*Cameras fade to the back as the Pacific Champion Trent 'The Ox' Bowman walks into the arena, he walks up to the camera with an angered look on his face*

Trent: Yet again this week you see Mark Reads henchmen using power to get what they want instead of earning it, Brandell, the current world champion, wants my title? Well Brandell, as a famous man says "YOU WANT SOME, COME GET SOME!!"

*The camera momentarily stumbles as the cameraman is shoved to the ground by an angry pacific champion*

*Smells Like Teen Spirit hits the arena as Big Pete walks down the ring with an ASWF shirt on and sunglasses. As he makes his way down he dosn't slap any fans hands and seems pretty focused on getting into the ring. Once Pete enters the ring he grabs the mic. as the fans await to hear what he has to say*

Big Pete: Last week I was pinned in this very ring 1-2-3 by DJ U-Neek.

*Fans Cheer*

Big Pete: However I was the one who left the ring standing

*Crowd Boos*

Big Pete: Now all week I've had fans come up to and ask me, "Why Pete, Why?". My response was simple, "because of you" I'd say to every single fan who approached me.

Big Pete: Because of every ASWF fans who turned their back on me after losing to Brandell. All those Big Pete fans soon became DJ Freaks and started chanting his name. My decision was simple in the end, destroy U-Neek at no cost and in the end I did.

*Crowd Boos*

Big Pete: But DJ don't think you're the one and only reason I am the way I am now there was one other person that I just couldn't stand and he is Sir Quincy. Quincy backstage is the most arrogant man I've ever met. I offered him one match to be my tag team partner, not like he deserved it, but I offered it to him. However, Quincy turned his back on it, Quincy was a selfish Son of a B***h! But I gave him another shot when we had our match and he blew it, he had time to save the match but laid outside instead of getting up his fat arse.

Big Pete: But the thing I don't understand every week I'm here, fans keep cheering for him, fans can't get enough of you. If these fans represent you Quincy then f**k the fans! I would rather leave then be apart of this sh***y business. But due to a contract I signed with CWB I've still got a long time to go before I can leave so I am gonna do what I wasn't allowed to do earlier now I can do whatever the hell I want.

*Crowd have a mixed response, mostly boos*

Big Pete: Lets see who's here in this crappy Sydney crowd. Wow...it appears we have a celeb, Mr Crowe himself. Let him up here security, make sure he dosn't have a phone on him. *fake corny chuckle* Alright all jokes aside, welcome ASWF fans Mr. Crowe.

*Crowe waves to the crowd*

Big Pete: Well you're here for a reason tonight, one to use our air time to promote your recent flop of a movie and the other to announce the main event, correct?

*Crowe nods*

Big Pete: Well I've got some good news and some bad news, good news it was good to see you, bad news is this.

*Big Pete kicks Crowe in the gut and delivers his new signature move then Evenflow DDT*

Big Pete: Wow now that felt good.

*Big Pete kicks Crowe out of the ring, Pete takes of his ASWF shirt and spits on it and throws it at him*

Big Pete: Tonight you're gonna see a dawning of a new Pete and tonight U-Neek you Freak I'm taking my spot back, you hear me?!

*Petes being dragged away by security with a psychotic look on his face, it's going to be one hell of a night*

**Headstrong hits the Stereo's as the crowd go mental, Dj U-Neek comes through the crowd looking pumped... he grabs a mic and gets in the ring**

Dj U-Neek: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girl, U-Neek freaks of all ages, make some MUTHERFUCKING NOISEEE!!!

*crowd errupt again, chanting U-Neek's name**

Dj U-Neek: So im sittin in the back right, getting ready for my match tonight, watchin the best in this business do their thing for the crowd, when all of a sudden Big Pete comes out and talks some trash... all the while the thousands of fans in this arena no doubt countless others around the globe were chanting my name, hoping id come out and shove my size 11 boot down Pete throat!

**crowd errupt in cheers**

Dj U-Neek: But ya see, that aint my style, so cliche, its just not U-Neek. Ya see cause if i come down and give Pete the ass kickin of his life, that gives him an excuse for when i beat him fair and square latter tonight. And i dont want that... Last week, here On Edge, that arrogent co-jack tried to turn the tables on me and get the pin... ha! Instead he ended uo flat on his mutherfuckin back gettin pined by the most U-Neek athtlete in this business... i mean, i dont have to tell y'all, but that punk ass biatch got the tables turned on him, and from there... that's allllll she wrote.

But i had alot time for Pete, i respected that man... last week when i offered my hand, he attacked me like a weak and gutless dog, attacking his owner... i didnt think Pete was capable of that shit, but i wont make mistake again, you say the people turned their back on you, homie? the people made you, and like all creators, they can break you aswell... So tonight, its Big Pete V Dj U-Neek for a shot at Brandell and the title... and Pete, i gotta say homie, i dont like your chances.

**Crowd continue to chant Dj**

Dj U-Neek: Ya see, you cant scout me bruda, you cant scope me out, im U-neek man, aint nothing you can do but get in here and hope for the best. This is my time to shine, Pete your time has gone homie, he had your shot and you failed, your failed twice, hell Brandell got your number dude, he pinned you, 1, 2, 3 on three seperate occasions... whilst with me...Brandell has been running scared from U-Neek for weeks now, this week i make sure he runs no more...

So pete like my man Scott Hall used to say... dont sing it... BRING IT... and once i kick the piss out of Petethe At the next PPV, its gonna be champion Brandell V Dj U-Neek for the ASWF WORLD TITLE! You better be ready for me Brandell, im like no other before. My time is now and im coming for ya homie... so what you gonna do Brandell? When i turn those MUTHER... FUCKING.. TABLES!

**Dj's Music hits as he poses for the crowd on the turn buckles**

Brandell is backstage he appears to have changed his costume to something from the old Hulk Hogan era...

Brandell: I have just one message tonight for you brother. If all those U Neek freaks think your the bomb, then they have another thing comming. And you know what brother, you may come out here with all these big time speeches and big time quotes but you know wat brother you got nothing on the Randster. He lets off a big laugh. You claim your Unique brother, there is nothing Unique about you brother and brother if you step in my way you'll have to contend with all the Randellmaniacs and then next thing you know you'll be looking straight down at my 12 inch pylons. So my question to you brother is WHAT YOU GONA DO WHEN THE RANSTER GOES WILD ON YOU?????
He walks off then comes back on in stone colds gear
I have just one thing to say to that whinny little bitch Bowman you are about to face your toughest challenge yet. Out of all these prissy little whores in the ASWF I am the only one who is yet to be pinned. And tonight you won't be stopping that, tonight I continue my streak and seal your fate. And thats the bottom line cause Stoned Randell said so.
He Finally leaves laughing to himself.

A tV showing Brandells greasy mug is switched off prematurely...no wait a minute..that's impossible as you can never trun off a Brandell interview TOO QUICLKY.....

SQP3:WHAT THE DEVIL?What is that BLIGH-ter raving on about? I am currently undefeat-ED and here i remain in A-NO-Ther pointless snore-A-Thon with three goons not worth the shine on my shoes. A 2 on 1 all time record over the bag of butter that is our champion and i can't even be GRANT-ed but a single title match..
How PECUIL---ILL-ILL-iar! OH I SAY! What is the matter with this place? Has the world tilted on its axis and some how come into place UP-SIDE-DOWN?

SQP3 seems to be having trouble motivating himslef to put his boots on.. he looks up, he remembers the snap suplex done on him by that scoundrel, Large Pete, last week.

SQP3:JEALOUSY, fear, Greed and in_SEC-u-RIT-ys seem to be the plaque of this town! SCurvy mob, who think they can make their name by having cheap shots at the ASWF's only Hall of FAME-er. Perhaps Large Pete recognises i am only a pebbles fling from once again being the world CHAMP-eee-ON! But of course! OH I SAY!!

SQP3 quickly lashes his laces on his boots and jumps up, ready to fling himself fourth into a treacherous, albeit pointless, battle!

OOC:Still waiting to hear back form my tag team partner about my/our program.

Talk to thuga, Ian. He's The Rock

OOC:I've sent him a message but still no reply

OOC: I talked to him on MSN last night and he seemed keen to talk to you. Can't remember his addy, but PM me at LU and I'll track it down

He's already in my address list but I don't have messange ATM. I've had probs with my PC this week. Had to format it and re-install everything.

*A cameraman is walking around backstage, looking for a story, when suddenly he comes across the Pacific Champion, Trent 'The Ox' Bowman, the footage shows Trent slipping something metallic into his pocket and he is then heard saying*

Trent: They didn't see DJ coming last week, and they wont see what ive got planned this week until its too late, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ian Gorton is backstage talking on his mobile phone, carrying the Hardcore belt over his shoulder

IAN: Aw tell me about it Bernie. (Pause) Hey I gave myself a shot at the hardcore title and it paid off. (Pause) well that goes without saying.

Just then The Rock walks into shot

ROCK: Ah Ian
IAN: Anyway Berine I gotta go.

Ian Hangs up

IAN: Where the hell you been we got a match to prepare for.
ROCK:I know The Rock's late but The Rock is here now.
IAN: Good Cuz I wanna show that Pommie ponce a thing or two tonight
ROCK:Well this is what The Rock has in mind

They then start whispering stuff so we can't make out what theyre saying

OOC: This is one I've done on the fly as it were for the pair of us

Will post results tomorrow, lads

Whats happening?

It’s a packed Raymond Terrace Convention Centre that sees the start of ASWF Turmoil, and with the fate of the ASWF to be decided in a match between Mark Read and Chris Walker-Bush at Frostburn, it could very well be the last Turmoil ever. The night begins with Brandell giving the fans his card, and then it’s straight into the action.

Match 1- Drunken Phantom vs. The Beef
The crowd aren’t sure who to cheer for in this match, which is quick and quite brutal. It’s a contrast of styles as the Phantom uses his brutal hardcore style against the more refined technical skills of The Beef. Phantom is a little out of his depth without the ability to use a weapon, and after being hit with a Beef Buster, is covered for the 1-2-3.
WINNER: The Beef by pinfall after 5:13

The Beef doesn’t look done yet, however. He lifts Drunken Phantom to his feet and hits a second Beef Buster, before spitting on him and leaving! What is going through The Beef’s head?

Next up we see Sir Quincy Penfold III backstage. He is strapping up and getting ready for tag action, when Mr Charisma strolls in with a kebab in each hand. He takes a big bite from one, and garlic sauce runs down his chin. He offers the other one to SPQ3.
SPQ3: What on earth are you doing man? Eating ethnic foods before our match? You’re out of your mind!
Penfold leaves in something like disgust.

Match 2- Sir Quincy Penfold III and Mr Charisma vs. Ian ‘Grappler’ Gorton and The Rock
Things start out with Penfold and Gorton in the ring, and the two seasoned technical wrestlers have a slow but entertaining opening to the match, which features plenty of great counters and chain wrestling. Penfold eventually gets Gorton onto his back with a hip toss, and drops an elbow into him for good measure. The tag is made, and Mr Charisma comes in, tossing his half devoured kebab (his second of the evening) to the ground. Charisma attempts a cover, but Gorton kicks out on two. Charisma beats on Gorton for a while, but Ian is able to duck an attempted clothesline and hit a swinging neckbreaker, which floors Charisma. Tag to The Rock, who immediately backs Mr Charisma into a corner with his trademark punches (and the spit into his hand). He then hits a spinebuster, and signals for the LUF Elbow, which is interrupted by a stiff clothesline by Penfold. Gorton rushes in and he and Penfold fall out of the ring brawling, allowing Mr Charisma to set Rocky up and hit the Twist of Fate. 1-2-No! Rocky gets a shoulder up at the last second. Meanwhile, Penfold and Gorton have gone back to their separate corners. Charisma tags in SPQ3, who immediately goes to work on Rocky with a series of cravates and holds. Rocky eventually battles his way free, hits a shoulder block, and then sets Penfold up for the Rock Bottom. Charisma rushes in to break it up, but is met with an overhead belly to belly from Gorton. Meanwhile, Penfold manages to break out of the Rock Bottom, and locks in a camel clutch on Rocky! He’s screaming and trying to get to the ropes, but nothing’s doing. Gorton moves to break it up, but Charisma grabs his leg and trips him up. Rocky’s straining…. He’s straining…. Penfold drags him back into the middle of the ring. He taps! Rocky taps!
WINNER: Sir Quincy Penfold III and Mr Charisma by submission after 12:44

Next out it’s Trent ‘The Ox’ Bowman, who has to defend his Pacific Title against Brandell tonight. Brandell shows the World Title to the crowd before the match starts.

Match 3- Trent ‘The Ox’ Bowman © vs. Brandell for the Pacific Title
Bowman doesn’t look at all put off by the fact he’s defending his title against the reigning world champion, and shows it when he contemptuously slaps the LUF turncoat to start proceedings. Brandell is quick to assert his size advantage over Bowman, demolishing him early with a series of big boots and belly to back suplexes. Bowman doesn’t stay out long, and when the ref is bumped by a mis-timed Brandell avalanche, Bowman hits a blatant low blow that gets a great response from the crowd. He then hits a nasty fisherman’s suplex, and covers, but the ref is still down! Bowman, in frustration, attempts to lift Brandell up for a second suplex – but is given a low blow of his own! This time the referee recovers in time to see Brandell hit the Brandell Driver! 1-2-NO! Trent Bowman has found a reservoir of strength within him and found the will to kick out!

Brandell is frustrated, and with his next whip of Bowman, sends the champion crashing into the referee. Referee Nathan Hoy tumbles out of the ring, and with the official down, Brandell grabs his World Title belt and rushes at Bowman. Bowman ducks! He ducks the blow! He winds up and hits Brandell with a punch which flattens the champion! Wait, he had brass knuckles on! Bowman out-cheated a cheater! The referee returns to the wrong in a groggy state… T-Bone Crush! 1-2-3! Bowman retains!
WINNER: Trent ‘The Ox’ Bowman by pinfall after 13:02

More to come…

As Bowman hoists his title aloft after his pinning of what some people call a world champion, the cameras flick to backstage, where Sir Quincy Penfold the Third sits on a crate sipping some Earl Grey tea from a silver goblet. He seems to have barely raised a sweat in yet another victory over opponents not really woth mentioning. He wiggles and his handlebar moustache and shakes his head....

SQP3:OH I SAY! How absolutely obvious it has become that I, Sir Quincy Penfold the Third, CEO of Penfolds Handlebar Moustache emporium and all round delightful CHAP, is the only wrestler remaining in the ASWF with an unblemished singles record!! Will this robust and muscular shoulders never be pinned in a singles match??? And still no title shot? OH I SAY!

OOC: Technically I havent lost either penfold, the loss, if im not mistaken was due to outside interference, I believe the same night you debuted :P

doesnt look good for part 2 tonight

Ah, fuck, sorry guys. Got caught up in Berner Street Wrestling. Will definitely do results tomorrow, before midnight if possible.

Brandell is seen walking backstage and an interviewer walks up to him, he is clearly not happy...

Interviewer: So Brandell you have suffered your first defeat since the resurgence of the ASWF how do you feel?

Brandell: Defeat? What defeat? Didn't you see that bitch hit me with brass knuckles? Thats what we call cheating my friend, I'm off to go and get the decision overturned...

I: But wer't you going to hit him with the belt? Some people might call that tit for tat...

B:Listen you little bitch, I was simply grabbing my title to remind everyone of how I am the greatest wrestler that the ASWF has seen...Hell I'm the greatest wrestler in the history of Wrestling. Hold on what the hell was I thinking...I am the GM tonight...I don't need to ask anyone for help...The decision has been overturned by ME! Brandell is the winner by a DQ.

I:To be honest it sounds like your a sore loser...

Brandell picks him up and gives him THE BRANDELL DRIVER!!

B: Whose the bitch noooooooooow? Oh and Penfold week after week all I hear is title shot this title shot that, you want a shot step in line. Hell suck my nuts cause your not in my league anymore of man. Go back to whatever manor you crawled out of, this is my show and your not invited!

Brandell walks off in a huff..

We return from a commercial to find Sean ‘The Assassin’ Lawrence and Bone Daddy already in the ring for their handicap match against Chris Walker-Bush. A video package is played, showing Mark Read demanding that these two wrestlers ‘put him out of action’. After this, Chris Walker-Bush makes his way to the ring looking worried, but putting on a brave face for the fans.

Match 4- Chris Walker-Bush vs. Sean Lawrence and Bone Daddy
Things start out with Lawrence and Bone Daddy choosing to ignore the referee’s call to make it a fair contest, and beat on Walker-Bush relentlessly. This leads to Lawrence whipping Walker, who is then met with a big boot from Bone Daddy. Cover, but Walker-Bush stupidly kicks out rather than just surrendering. Lawrence reminds Bone Daddy that they’re hear to cause as much damage as physically possible.

Lawrence eventually heeds the referee, and allows Bone Daddy to work on Walker-Bush alone. Bone Daddy, a brawler at heart, beats Walker-Bush from pillar to post with every impact move he can think of. He stomps him down in the corner, and then hits a Bone Rattler for good measure. He then tags in Sean Lawrence, he takes Walker-Bush to the outside and slams him into the steps. He periodically rolls back into the ring to ensure there isn’t a count out. For his part, Bone Daddy sits and taunts the crowd. Lawrence gives WB the ol’ snake eyes onto the barrier, and then opens him up with a few solid hits. He drags Walker-Bush back into the ring, and hits Lethal Scope. Tag to Bone Daddy, who gorilla press slams Walker-Bush back out of the ring. Both men get chairs, stand Walker up, and slam them onto either side of his head. The referee calls for the DQ, but the two high five and stalk off.
WINNER: Chris Walker-Bush by DQ after 9:14

Next up it’s DJ U-Neek vs. Big Pete for a shot at Brandell’s World Heavyweight Title. The two are shown preparing for the match, before a package highlighting last month’s falling out begins. Also, Mark Read announces that the ASWF Tag Titles have been vacated, due to the pair’s falling out.

DJ U-Neek vs. Big Pete for the ASWF World Heavyweight Title
The pair stare one another off for a good period of time, and the crowd are chanting for DJ U-Neek in this one. The two approach one another, and get in each other’s faces. Big Pete is the first to snap, throwing a stiff right at his former tag team partner. U-Neek retaliates with one of his own, and soon it’s an old fashioned brawl. U-Neek looks to be getting the upper hand, but Pete hits a knee to the midsection and then a sharp snap suplex. He scrambles to capitalise, but U-Neek is right back to his feet. They stare one another off, Big Pete charges, and U-Neek leapfrogs him. On the rebound, he catches Pete with a big dropkick. The crowd fire right up, as U-Neek hits a Samoan drop and covers. Big Pete gets a shoulder up, and as U-Neek lifts him for a suplex, he gets in a sly low blow. Pump-handle slam on U-Neek, and a cover. U-Neek is out on two.

The battle continues, and it’s clear that neither man wants to be the one to play second fiddle to their former friend and tag partner. There’s a chopping contest as a tribute to old school fans, before Pete counters with a whip and a stiff clothesline. The bad blood can be felt here, as Pete hits a pair of German suplexes. He goes for the third, but a sneaky mule kick to Pete’s groin breaks the hold. Neckbreaker from U-Neek, who fires up the crowd by ascending to the top rope and hitting a missile dropkick. Cover, but again, Pete is out just before the three. The too and fro battle continues, with both men going close. Flash to the end of the bout.

Pete and U-Neek have fought to a standstill in a truly epic clash. They lock up, and Big Pete wins out to whip U-Neek into the corner. He charges, but U-Neek is able to move and then roll his former partner up schoolboy style. Pete gets out, and when both men get back to their feet, walks into an armdrag. He snaps and charges U-Neek, who hits a kick to the gut and a sit-out powerbomb! 1-2-NO! Big Pete is out again, and after battling back to his feet, whips U-Neek and attempts a tombstone….NO! U-Neek scrambles free, clumsy clothesline attempt from Big Pete, and U-Neek picks him up…. TURNTABLE! 1-2-3! DJ U-Neek is the #1 contender.
WINNER: DJ U-Neek by pinfall after 23:22

As he celebrates, Brandell comes down to the ring. He charges U-Neek, who ducks a clothesline attempt, but gets caught by a tremendous splash from the champion. Brandell lifts him up…. BRANDELL DRIVER! He spits on U-Neek, and poses over him with the belt!