Post by fifthhorseman on Apr 26, 2020 16:18:35 GMT -5
CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING from FLORIDA
EPISODE 10
EPISODE 10
A 60-second video montage showcasing some of the greatest stars that competed in the classic CWF, as well as FCW and NXT, opens the telecast. The clip ended with a still shot of the “Loose Cannon”, Brian Pillman, soaring though the air from the top of a steel cage towards Kevin Sullivan.
Lance Russell: “Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Championship Wrestling from Florida! It's my pleasure to introduce to you, the CWF Southern Heavyweight champion... Brian Pillman!”
A couple of seconds later, he emerged from behind the curtain, and stood next to the legendary commentator, who continued. “Brian, congratulations on another hard-fought victory last week... so what's next?”
Pillman smiled. “Well, Lance, that's a real softball you're throwing me there. The answer's simple – I'm gonna keep defending my title everyday, every week, any time and any place, until something badder and better than me can take it from me. But here's the thing – there isn't a man alive today that fits the bill! With all due, ahem, respect to Rick Rude, I'm a fighting champion, and until I get a shot at the Florida Heavyweight championship, there's no one that say that I'm not as good as him. Right, Bobby?”
The crowd roared in approval, and Russell continued. “Them's fighting words, Brian, and I think I speak for all of us when I say we can't wait to see you in action again. Do you mind sticking around through the commercial break?”
“Well, I'm not booked tonight, so why not?”
Russell reminded the crowd that Drake Maverick was in a must-win situation, thanks to Heenan, and the man he was about to face would show no mercy.
DRAKE MAVERICK vs. DON MURACO (w/Bob Orton, Jr.):
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The beach bum from Hawaii couldn't have been more confident. He was ripped, almost literally twice the size of his foe, and the former two-time Intercontinental champ even gave Maverick the first shot. After that, it was a decidedly one-sided affair – and even when the Brit got a little bit of offense in, it was either neutralized by Muraco, or Orton would interfere from the outside. Maverick didn't even get a single pin on his opponent, and the original “Rock” sent the ring announcer packing from the territory with a tombstone piledriver at 3:03.
Muraco took the microphone and gloated, “I guess you won't be hosting these interviews anymore, kid! Safe travels, and good luck in your future endeavours – and hey, Bobby? Thanks for letting me be the one to run him out of town, and if we can ever exchange another favor or two in the future, well... the 'Magnificent One' , and 'the Ace', we're your men.”
COMMERCIAL
BUDDY MURPHY vs. SONNY SIAKI vs. RICHIE STEAMBOAT:
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ECW three-way dance rules on this one, and each man had their role: Steamboat was pure face, Murphy pure heel, and Siaki was the tweener. They were three of the best pure athletes on the roster, and it was non-stop action from the opening bell. The first fall didn't take place until nine minutes in; after Siaki hit Steamboat with a Samoan drop from the top rope, the Australian snuck into the ring and threw the second-generation star back out, and nailed Siaki with Murphy's Law.
Siaki slowly rolled out of the ring and glumly left. Murphy sneered as he sat on the top turnbuckle, waiting for a still-winded Steamboat to return to action. He was holding his ribs, and he gingerly slid under the bottom rope at the nine-count. Murphy went right after him, and he dropped a series of elbows on his foe's back and side before going for the pin. But Steamboat kicked out, and fought back, scoring several two-counts himself. However, Murphy's experience was the difference-maker, as he reversed a sunset flip attempt and hung onto the middle rope for additional leverage, pinning the young star at 14:58.
Murphy: “Back in the game! You might have noticed that I pinned both of them, and if I gotta keep wrestling in three-way dances, handicap matches, or whatever else a mere mortal might consider challenging – so be it! 'The Juggernaut' thrives on competition, and we all know that this is the place for it, and mark my words, I'm the benchmark around here.”
Backstage, a cameraman was outside Bobby Heenan's office, and as luck would have it... the door opened, and a trip of men departed: Oliver Humperdink, Larry Cameron, and Uhaa Nation. Spotting the camera, the flamboyant manager waved him in. “Is this thing on? I certainly hope so, because it's only fitting that I, Sir Oliver Humperdink, deliver this news first to a worldwide audience! Our esteemed leader, Mr. Heenan, has decided that these two titans, these two perfect combat machines, Uhaa Nation and Larry Cameron... they will be facing the 'Fabulous' Freebirds at Battle of the Belts! And mark my words – after that historic event, the House of Humperdink will be draped in tag-team gold!”
As the three men gloated, Siaki wandered through the shot, and Nation gave him a huge shove that sent him sprawling. Rather than fight back, though, the young Samoan simply sat up, and the show went to
COMMERCIAL
NIGEL McGUINNESS vs. SEAN O'HAIRE:
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O'Haire was bigger and stronger, but McGuinness was one of the best technical wrestlers in the world – and he had a mean streak, too. It was a back-and-forth battle that made both men look very good in the early going... unfortunately, it ended far too soon. Less than five minutes in, the match was interrupted by Marco Corleone, who was looking for revenge on his former partner for not only ending their alliance, but injuring Louie Spicolli. He got a couple of shots in, but O'Haire fled through the crowd with Corleone hot on his heels. The referee called it a no-contest.
With unexpected time to kill, a Leo Kruger vignette was shown. He bragged about running Reckless Youth out of Florida, “and only at one match, too! I had hoped for more of a hunt, and you let me down – you were too easy to beat! So now I need a new challenge, new prey to stalk, to take down, to make suffer in defeat. Whoever will it be?”
The shot faded to black, and Russell prepped the audience for the next match, and the debut of CWF's newest team.
The FASHION POLICE vs. the NASTY BOYS:
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Knobbs and Sags were indeed as nasty as they wanted to be. They charged their foes before the bell even rang, launched Breeze over the top rope, and double-teamed Curtis until the referee threatened to disqualify them in their debut. The Boys wanted the winner's purse, so Sags departed and Knobbs kept up the attack. It became a slightly more competitive battle over the next few minutes, but the Police were outweighed and overwhelmed, and Curtis was pinned after a powerslam/top-rope elbowdrop combination.
After the match, the Nasty Boys were all business during their interview. Knobbs: “We're back, baby! Back in Florida, where we first made our name for beating people up and winning titles! So, who's got 'em now – oh yeah, the Freebirds, right? Well, shine them up real good for us, because we're the best damn team in the world!”
COMMERCIAL
JACK BRISCO vs. DAVID VON ERICH:
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As usual, Heenan came out to call the main event with Russell. The newest and least likely Freebird was escorted to the ring by the rest of the gang, but with a little prodding from Brisco, the referee sent all of them backstage. They were furious, and as they slowly departed, Von Erich jumped his foe from behind. The lanky Texan rained lefts and rights down on Brisco, and then laid heavy boots into him as well.
However, Brisco eventually turned the tables, and went to work on Von Erich's left knee, softening it up for a figure-four leglock. He went for the hold more than once, but the 'Yellow Rose' had it well-scouted, and either kicked the NWA legend away, or reached out for the ropes to break the hold. They were familiar foes, and it was a very evenly contested fight – especially with the Freebirds out of the equation.
They were coming up on the 15-minute time limit when suddenly the large video monitors lit up with a shot from backstage. Kerry Von Erich was in street clothes, and he had the iron claw locked on Garvin. He flailed against it, and as the camera panned around, Hayes was bloodied and barely conscious on the ground. Gordy ran into the scene with a chair, and Von Erich released the claw to tend to him. He was uncontrollable, and his older brother was watching it all from the ring.
But not for long. Brisco calmly rolled up David from behind, using all of his weight and amateur savvy to hold him down for the three-count. Von Erich scrambled to his feet, shocked and embarrassed – but also furious, and he ran from the ring to find his new teammates. The cameras followed him through the arena corridors, and by the time he found his sibling, Kerry had the chair in his hands. Hayes, Garvin, and Gordy got to their feet, but they were conveniently surrounded by 2MB, Mike Graham and Steve Keirn, and Blitzkrieg. The two brothers did not hesitate – Kerry dropped the chair, and the Von Erichs started throwing hands as the show faded to black... just as Heenan arrived.