The Clique is RAW...Episode 13...starring YOU!

Jayman

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Editors Note: If you haven’t read Cliquemania yet….do so first: (Cliquemania!!!)http://wrestlingclique.com/general-discussion/78275-cliquemania.html#post688214


*The end credits of “Golden Girls” roll and we welcome you now to the latest edition of “RAW IMPACT!”, the post-Cliquemania edition. A black and white slow-motion clip reminds you of Joe Cool hooking the leg of Simon, and the referee counting 1……2……3! The next clip shows Joe holding the title in his hands while tears roll down his cheeks. Confetti falls in the background as the chants of “Joe Cool!......Joe Cool!.....Joe Cool!....” get softer and softer, fading out as the clip fades to black. The tv glows again, but this time with a group of CWF superstars huddled around our new champion, shaking his hand and congratulating him. But the clip goes black and white as Crocker plants Joe’s face into the ground with a vicious bulldog. Quick clips of Mikk, Crocker, Half-Boy, and God putting the boots and fisticuffs to Joe Cool end the highlight package, and as the group holds their arms up in unison, we fade to black.

We cut backstage LIVE now, where A-Bomb and PeaceSells enter Commissioner Felix’s office. Phones are ringing, Felix is talking on his cell phone in a loud, annoyed voice. “You’ve Got Mail” chimes from his desktop computer, and an agent holding a clipboard is talking in his other ear, shouting various daily tasks that need to get done. A-Bomb slowly approaches his desk, but goes unnoticed.

Felix (in the phone): I know what happened at the end of Cliquemania! I watched it too, you know!!! OKAY…OKAY…I am going to take care of it. No….wait….just give me an hour….I’ll address it….Yes…Okay….
A-Bomb: ….uh…sir?
PeaceSells (to A-Bomb): Maybe we should give him some space. He looks busy.
A-Bomb: Felix?
Felix (slamming down the phone): What…who? Oh for the love of…what do you two want? Can’t you see I’m very busy.
A-Bomb: Uh, hi sir. Sorry to bug you….but we were wondering if….I mean…uh…can we…
PeaceSells: We want a tag title match.
Felix: ………HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

*Felix leans back and has a big laugh, clutching his stomach and almost falls back out of his chair, but catches himself and once the laughs stop, he straightens his tie and clears his throat.

Felix: I have about 100 things going on all at once right now. We have a new champion, I have a show to lead here, I have had agents calling me for a week now demanding answers to what happened at the end of Cliquemania…why would I take time with you two?
A-Bomb: Because, sir, we are the future of this place. Guys like PeaceSells and I, guys like Duke and Zar. All those grizzled up veterans are on their way out soon, and are hardly around anymore.
PeaceSells: So you have to…I mean you should give us a shot as the “Future” of this company. We want to prove to you that we can hang with the best of them.
Felix: ….Hm. Here’s what I’m going to do. You aren’t getting a shot at Crocker and Phantom tonight. But what I will do is put you against Rambo and Necro. If you have a good showing against them, I will consider giving you a tag title shot in the future. But you have to earn your keep here boys. Now move along.

*The RAW IMPACT intro rolls, with updated clips now of Joe Cool with the title belt, Crocker and Phantom raising their tag titles high in the air, along with Mikk holding his “Not World” title. We cut to the arena LIVE and are greeted with red, white, and blue fireworks as we come to you from the capital of the United States, Washington D.C. in the beautiful U.S.Air Arena. The camera pans around the crowd to reveal such signs as: “Zar is my sugar daddy”, “Erin, I want a kiss!”, “Mikk Sold Out”, and “Joe Cool for President!” The camera now pans to ringside to reveal two separate announce tables. On one side of the ring sits Jayman alone behind a booth, while on the other side of ringside sits Tyler Durden, all by his lonesome as well. We have a splitscreen graphic which shows both men at once.

Tyler Durden: Welcome to RAW IMPACT, lords and ladies! I am the better half of the commentator team, Tyler Durden! We have a ton of acti…..
Jayman: If I can interrupt, your highness. We are here in the capital of the best nation in the World…..
TD: ?? This isn’t the O2 arena!
Jay: …Washington D.C.! Tyler, are you going to explain what the hell happened last week at the end of Cliquemania?
TD: In due time my less popular colleague, all questions will be answered. We need to mention that 3 new champions were crowned at Cliquemania! Mikk, that delightful northerner, has captured the “Not World” title by defeating CWO member Blade. Further, Crocker and Phantom survived 3 other tag teams in an elimination match to become the better looking and more athletic tag team champions. And in the main event of the evening, CWO kingpin Simon lost his World Title strap to Joe Cool in an incredibly dramatic fashion! Now I am told….

*”Heartache Tonight” cuts off Tyler and the crowd is on their feet for the new World Champion. A few moments pass before Joe enters the arena through the curtain to a massive ovation. He is wearing dark jeans and a shirt with a sports jacket over it, holding the World Title belt over his shoulder. Across his forehead are a bandage or two, and Joe walks with a slight limp to the ring, but doesn’t stop smiling and acknowledging the crowd. He steps in the ring and is handed a microphone. Joe raises it to his mouth to speak, but the cheers are still to loud. He gives a little chuckle and waves off the crowd, and holds up the title in the air to generate even louder cheers. Eventually the ovation dies down and Joe Cool addresses the fans.

Joe: I did it!!! (cheers) Thank you everyone. My life has changed dramatically in the past week. Everywhere I go, I’m stopped on the street by fans congratulating me. It’s only the start of a great ride folks, and I’m happy to take you all along with me. Last week at Cliquemania, it took 3 running powerslams to finally dethrone Simon and take what he loves the most from him (Joe slaps the belt). But nothing could keep me down. I knew it was my night – I knew from the moment I won the Clique Rumble. For what seems like ever, I’ve always been looked at as “Simon’s lackey”. Simon is the real boss around here, you are just the second fiddle. Well, NO MORE! I proved to everyone that in the middle of the ring on the biggest night of this business that I can stand toe-to-toe with the almighty Simon and come out as the better man. It’s great to be your new World Champion. (Pauses). Now about what happened after my title match. (loud boos) The tears were flowing, the crowd was cheering, the confetti was flying…it couldn’t have gotten any better. But then, some of my fellow superstars came out to congratulate me. Here, take a look.

*Joe gestures to the CliqueTron, which begins the replay with Mikk and Gigglypuff heading down to congratulate the new champ. Eventually: Half-Boy, Emma, God, Phantom, Crocker, and Invictus are all in the ring as well with Joe, until a beatdown ensues. The crowd can be heard booing LIVE in the arena as they watch this act. We cut back to the ring where Joe is shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

Joe: I don’t know what’s worse: the backhanded antics of the CWO or this group of double-crossers. Some of them I had to admit I was confused to see come out. Why would God be clapping his hands for me, and the same goes for Invictus and “Anarchy in the U.K.” Before I put the pieces together, this group of backstabbers were ruining the biggest night of my career. So if they wouldn’t mind, I would like to invite them out here to get some answers.

*Joe Cool throws down the microphone and points downward to the center of the ring, waiting for the group to come out. The crowd boos and waits to see some action from the entranceway. Nothing happens, and Joe shakes his head, obviously upset. He steps through the ropes and walks gingerly up the ramp, his eyes looking all business.

Jayman: Well, our champion sure didn’t get what he wanted. I knew those cowards wouldn’t show their faces when prompted.
TD: Now isn’t the time, Jayman. They will address the crowd when they are good and ready. Keep your tighty whities on.
Jay: Only if you promise to keep your Depends on.

*Banner of Freedom” starts up and the crowd boos upon hearing Suntan Superman’s entrance music. He comes out with a cocky grin on his face and slamming his left fist into the palm of his right hand. The big Samoan steps in the ring and awaits his opponent. “Oh Canada” hits the speakers and Zar comes out, looking a little afraid but not showing much fear. With him is Jackies, who slaps him on the shoulder and gets a last minute ass-slap in before Zar heads in the ring.

Jay: Both these men are coming off pretty decisive victories from Cliquemania. But only one can continue their winning streak here tonight. Suntan convincingly beat SS last week, while Zar and Jackies teamed up to defeat half of the CWO in Giganto and Gigglypuff.
TD: Of course, it looks like Giggly has come to her senses and left the faction.
Jay: The first smart thing you’ve said all night. Giggly has aligned herself with Mikk after a shocking low-blow to her former boyfriend at Cliquemania.

*Back in the ring, these two square off. It’s Suntan early with a hiptoss that ends up with Zar clutching his back. SS runs against the ropes and hits a running lariat that flips Zar up and around before he lands on his stomach. Jackies is slapping the mat, trying to motivate him to get up. Zar wobbles up to his feet, ducks a punch, and picks up the large Samoan before slamming him down with a spinebuster. He covers, but only for 2 as that’s not enough. Zar is up first and hits a legsweep to keep SS grounded. Zar locks his leg around SS’s and flips him over, locking him into Zar’s finisher: The Canadian Mapleleaf!! SS yells out in pain, scratching at the mat trying to get to the ropes. Zar puts more pressure on SS and the referee is asking Suntan if he taps. SS shakes his head violently and lunges for the ropes. With all his body strength, SS reaches the ropes and Zar breaks the hold. He gets up and turns around, surprised to see SS up so quick. Suntan boots him in the stomach, and when Zar bends over, clutching his gut, SS clubs him with an overhead chop to the back of the head. Jackie is screaming for him to get up, and in response, SS drags Zar by his hair over to the corner where Jackies is. SS lifts his head off the mat and screams to Jackie’s “Is this your man??” before picking him up and slamming him down with his dominator finisher. All the while, SS doesn’t take his eyes off Jackies while the referee counts 1….2…..3. Jackies steps up to the apron and is about to get in the ring to tend to Zar when SS lurks slowly towards her. She stops in mid-entrance and exits the ring, slowly walking up the ramp as SS creeps up towards her. Jackies runs to the back alone while Zar gets up and regains his bearings.

Tyler Durden: SS seems unstoppable lately. It’s as if hardly anyone can stop him in the CWF.
Jay: He would make a good ally, that’s for sure.

*We head backstage where the door to Felix’s office is shown. Standing at the door are Simon, Blade, and Giganto, all dressed in black suits. They look distraught, and enter the room once hearing Felix say “Come in!”. The door closes before the cameraman can enter, making this meeting a private one.

Jay: What the heck is that all about?
TD: No clue, but no matter. We have some good business to attend to now, Queen Jayman.

*”God Save the Queen” plays over the speakers, and the crowd boos upon seeing God at the entryway, with a microphone in hand. Behind him enter Crocker, Phantom, and Mikk, all wearing their belts proudly around their waists. Emma and Gigglypuff are out next, with Invictus and Half Boy walking in between the two divas. Tyler Durden removes his headset and makes his way towards the ring, and meets the rest of the group in the center of the ring. They are all smiling smugly in the center of the ring, and look around the arena to listen to the boos from the Washington D.C. fans. A few of them shake hands with eachother and make small talk while God is the first to speak.

God: Well good evening to all my millions of fans out there! Cliquemania was a great night last week, wasn’t it? I mean, the majority of the people in this ring came out victorious at the biggest night in this federations history. Allow me to introduce you to the NEW Tag Team Champions…..they are Crocker and Phantom…..Anarchy in the U.K.!!! (They stand in the center of the ring in front of everyone and raise their arms victoriously. More boos ensue) Also with us is the first-ever “Not World” Champion….along with his beautiful new lady-friend Gigglypuff, he is….Mikk!!! (Mikk stands center stage and raises his arms, and hearing boos for the first time, he is taken aback but doesn’t seem to mind. He throws an arm over the shoulder of Gigglypuff. Mikk gestures for the microphone,and God obliges)
Mikk: Thank you for that warm welcome, Washington! Who would have thought that a city named after the worst president in the history of this country would produce such ugly people? Haha…..at Cliquemania, I took what was rightfully mine when I stole Blade’s girl from him and also his pride. He is now a shadow of himself, and his faction looks like a group of kids compared to the amount of starpower you see in the ring tonight. I have the “Not World Title” on one shoulder, and a great girl on the other shoulder. Oh…and before I forget. The name “Not World” title is officially crap. Our commissioner has absolutely no imagination, so it is with great pleasure that I rename MY title. From here on out, you will refer to this dazzling piece of equipment (no no..I’m talking about my title now) as the “U.K. Championship”!! (boos) My title is named after the greatest and most powerful country in the world, so it only makes since that you call me the U.K Champion.

(Mikk hands the microphone over to Invictus next)

Invictus: Ah, much obliged, Michael. The purpose of this meeting tonight is to inform you all of our intentions. There is a new group in town, and we will erenced in the history books as “Team U.K.” I will repeat that for the Americans in the building, as I know their brains only synapse at half the rate of those in the U.K. (It’s proven, ladies and gentleman). From here on out, we will be known as “Team U.K.” So Inogenius, my former ally, there is no more “I-squared”. This was in the works a few weeks ago. Remember when you caught me exiting the quarters of Crocker and Phantom a few weeks ago? Yes, well I was discussing strategy with them. A deal was struck for me to drop the titles to “Anarchy in the U.K.” at Cliquemania, but silly me. I should’ve guessed you would have soiled those plans by getting us eliminated early by those Gangster delinquents. Gladly for my new alliance here, Crocker and Phantom were able to win the match without my “lay down” anyway. You were the weak link Inogenius, and I am washing my hands of you, old friend.

(Invictus hands the microphone to Emma next)

Emma: Honestly Matt, we should’ve thought of this much earlier. Back in the time when we couldn’t beat Crocker and Phantom, the best tag team in the CWF, we should’ve known to just join their cause back then. But instead, a little guy named CM Drunk came to my aid one week. It was cute; I didn’t even ask for his help, yet he wanted so badly to be noticed around here. Now look around, where is CM Drunk these days? Nobody even sees him around anymore. He is just a memory lately.
Half-Boy: CM, you have been a thorn in my side for months now. With your constant nagging and attaching your lips to my arse. Always kissing up to Emma behind my back, you are a little worm. We rarely won as a team for one simple reason: you are the weak link. I am a veteran around here (and possibly your next mod? Vote Half-Boy) while you were just a “flash in the pan”. You are just a bitter memory to me.

(Half-Boy hands the microphone next to Crocker and Phantom)

Phantom: Ah Crocker, our little kingdom here is expanding. And no, I’m not talking about the lame one our colour commentator over there was babbling about a few weeks ago. “Anarchy in the U.K.” has expanded to “Team U.K.”, and I couldn’t be happier about that. We are hands-down the greatest tag team in the history of this federation, and our reign has only just begun. We were responsible for breaking up two tag teams in I-squared and Half-Boy/CM Drunk. How smart are we?
Crocker: Yes, so now who do we have left to legitimately challenge us for these straps? Some newbies like PeaceSells and A-Bomb? Please. Blade and Giganto? The CWO is so “last year”. Or maybe it’s those hoodlums from the slums of Boston? A city that is about as disgusting as the streets of Washington D.C. (boos) I mean seriously…I saw four robberies, three shootings, two rapes, and one hooker on the way over here. Rambo and Necro have had more shots at these tag team titles than the Americans have had at a good football team. The “African Hooligans” showcase the type of talent America has to offer quite well, and as you can see they are the ones without gold around their waists. Maybe some in their teeth, but that’s another story.

(Crocker hands the microphone to Tyler Durden)

TD: Every week since the beginning I had to sit over there at that table next to the most annoying guy in the Clique, Jayman. And for each week I’d listen, with ears bleeding, about him going off on how much he loves Slimdust, or how he wants to get in the pants of this CWF diva or that one. Finally, I had enough and left for a while. I’d listen to the matches at home on mute because I couldn’t take any of Jayman’s…or Felix’s for that matter…”commentary”. But when I got a phone call that this meet-up was happening, I gladly returned. My contract was and is still in tact, and I will be here gracing you all with my beautiful voice once again, albeit from a separate table from that man on the headset. (Points at Jayman).

(TD hands the microphone back to God)

God: So we’ve come full circle. You all now what has happened and why it happened. I’ve proven to everyone that I can beat any woman on this roster, and have quickly gone up and down the list, ending with Erin in a match that quite frankly, she was horrible in. Erin, anytime you want to get in the ring with me, just let me know. Hell, I’ll even wrestle you with one arm tied behind my back. In fact, I have beaten every woman in the CWF that it boggles my mind why I haven’t been awarded the Women’s Championship! But that brings me finally to our World Champion. Joe Cool. (cheers) Oh hush, I’ll sign autographs later. You hold the one title that isn’t belong to “Team U.K”, but that is only a short time away. It may not be tonight, it may not be next week, but sometime soon, we are all coming for you and your title. So you have been warned, pal.

*He holds the microphone down and the group begins to walk towards the side of the ring to exit when God stops in his tracks. He raises his microphone back up.

God: Ah, I almost forgot. One final announcement. Thankfully, next week we will all be leaving this poor excuse for a country and traveling across the pond for the next 2 weeks of RAW Impact! That’s right, we will be in the U.K. for the next two episodes, starting with a show in Ireland, my hometown, next week. And we’ll swing over to London the week after. That should be enough time to get the thoughts of these ugly, foul American fans out of my head and……

*”Sweet Home West Virginia” cuts God’s mic off and Team U.K. all look at the entranceway quizzically. Dakstang emerges from the stage with a pissed off look on his face. He looks around and is getting….cheers! He only surveys the crowd for a moment before quickly walking down the ramp towards the ring that occupies Team U.K. He is alone, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Dak hops on the apron and holds onto the top rope, debating on whether or not to enter. The crowd is behind the West Virginian, and Team U.K. back away from him and congregate at the opposite side of the ring, waving Dak in. Dakstang looks around for the crowd’s approval.

Jay: My god, in all my time here, I have NEVER seen Dakstang get such a positive reaction from the Clique fans! Dak has obviously heard enough backstage, as have I, and is going to shut these guys up, or die trying! I may have fought tooth and nail against him a week ago, but tonight I am on Dak’s side! (screaming now) Dak! Stay out of the ring…that’s a death wish!!!

*Dak steps through the ring and charges straight at Phantom, who is the closest to him. All his momentum knocks over Phantom, and Dak begins throwing haymakers that land to the jaw of Phantom. Dak is quickly pulled off by the rest of Team U.K., who proceed to lay into Ron Paul’s biggest supporter. The crowd boos this, and Jayman stands up from his chair and removes his headset. Tyler Durden sees this and waves a finger “no” to him. Jay slowly sits down.

Jay: For the love of god, Team U.K. is just destroying Dakstang! The numbers game is much too much for Dak, and thankfully they are now leaving the ring after this cowardly attack. Oh joy, Tyler is rejoining his announce table at the opposite side of the ring from me.
TD (putting his headset back on): Well that was entertaining! Jay, don’t you dare interfere in Team U.K.’s business. We made quite a point tonight, and I am now counting the hours before getting on a plane to leave this hellhole country.

*We go backstage, where Jackie has a microphone and is standing nearby Felix’s office door. The door opens and and Simon walks out first, ignoring Jackie. Blade follows after, looking all business, and heads in the opposite direction of Jackie, following his leader. Giganto is the last to exit, and looks at Jackies.

Giganto: Do you really want to interview me again, sweet cheeks? Especially with your boy Zar not around?
Jackie: Uh..I was waiting for Felix.
Felix (from inside his office): Come on in Jackie!

*Jackie squirms away from Giganto and heads into the office, closing the door to separate herself from the intimidating “muscle” of the CWO. She stands next to Felix and begins her interview.

Jackie: Commissioner Felix, I rushed over here when I saw, just like everyone else, the Clique World Order heading into your office. Can you disclose what was discussed in here?
Felix: Only bits and pieces Jackie. Obviously, the CWO aren’t in a good mood tonight. Cliquemania wasn’t their night as you know. They went 0-3 last week and are obviously looking for some retribution. I was able to calm them down, because really they are only just 1 threat around here now. “Team U.K.” or whatever they are calling themselves seem to think they can take up half the show’s airtime by discussing their life stories out there. And I’ll deal with them next week when we head to Ireland. But thankfully, you will notice that no member of “Team U.K.” was or will be in action tonight. I am still determining how to deal with them.
Jackie: But back to the CWO…..?
Felix: Yes, the Clique World Order. Obviously, Simon wanted a rematch tonight for Joe Cool’s World Title. I couldn’t give him that tonight because after the injuries Joe sustained after his match last week, he needs an extra week to rest. But rest assured, Simon is guaranteed a title shot in his contract, and he will get that sometime in the future. But in the meantime, I have signed a main event for tonight as Simon wants to let loose some aggression. So in one corner will be the entire CWO. In the opposite corner will be: Erin, Slimdust, and CM Drunk.
Jackie: ……what? If I may say so, that pairing makes absolutely no sense at all. The deck seems to be stacked in CWO’s favor here.
Felix: Perhaps yes, perhaps no. We will see later tonight, won’t we? For now, let’s get back to the action because I am eagerly awaiting the results of our next match: A-Bomb and PeaceSells vs. the African Hooligans.

*Just then, Duke barges in, wearing black slacks and a black jacket, zipped up, along with a cowboy hat. Jackie looks confused, and Felix dismisses her, but the camera stays in the office.

Felix: Alright, you ready Duke?
Duke: Yes sir! I got the right attire on and I’ve watched all the “how-to” videos. I hear my match is up next.
Felix: Yep, now go get out there and do your thing. If you don’t mess up at all, I’ll give you a full-time contract to do this on a weekly basis.
Duke: Got it, thanks boss.

*Duke turns towards the door and unzips the black jacket to reveal a referee’s shirt. He smiles and exits the office.

The Gap Band’s one-hit “You Dropped A Bomb on Me” begins to play, and A-Bomb walks out with PeaceSells for their tag team match. They look extremely excited for their debut, and slap the hands of a few fans in the crowd who actually know who they are. They hop in the ring quickly and bounce up and down, limbering their muscles. But the crowd’s mixed reaction changes to cheers as “Bad Boys” plays next on the screen. The crowd goes nuts as Rambo and Necro head down the stairs through the crowd. Rambo punts an ugly broad in the head, but they don’t seem to mind and cheer them! Necro, meanwhile, is sporting a Washington Wizards jersey, complete with Gilbert Arena’s information on the back. As this is going on, referee Duke slides under the bottom rope and gets ready. The crowd drinks some brews with the “African Hooligans” as they head to the ring and this match is underway when Duke calls for the bell to ring. We start with Rambo and A-Bomb. A-Bomb ties up with Rambo, but Rambo hits a suplex real quick. As A-Bomb is getting up, Rambo runs the ropes and punts him right in the head, knocking A-Bomb cold out. Rambo goes for the cover, and PeaceSells hops the ropes to break the hold. But Necro is there to intercept PS and clotheslines him over the rope. Duke counts 1….2……3!!!!! The bell is rung again and Duke raises the arms of Rambo and Necro. The crowd goes wild and a few fans throw some cans of beer into the ring. Rambo and Necro happily pick them up and “pop the tops”, guzzling more beer than Emma guzzles…..well..nevermind.

Jayman: And in possibly the quickest match in CWF history, Rambo and Necro make quick work of the newcomers.
Tyler: Well, as usual the Hooligans have used underhanded tactics. Is anything these two punks do legal in this country?
Jay: Can it with the US-hatred old man. Or I’ll go backstage and burn your passport.

*We cut backstage where Erin and CM Drunk are knocking on the locker room door of Slimdust. Not surprisingly, Slimdust’s door has a pink nameplate that sparkles, while the door itself is bright yellow. CM puts on his sunglasses to cut out the harmful light that is emitting from Slimdust’s door. Eventually, Erin just opens the door and finds Slimdust in there doing some yoga while wearing a leotard. Hanson’s “MmmBop” is playing in the background.

Erin: What the hell is this, eh?
Slimdust: Just limbering up before our 6-person “dance”. I’m really excited to be tagging with the two most beautiful people in the CWF. We should call ourselves “Team Sexy”.
CM Drunk (looking at that hideous outfit Slimdust is wearing): Your balls are showing. Bumblebee tuna.
Erin: Slim, let’s get going, eh? Oh next is match, eh?
Slimdust: Erin, be honest. What do you think of this outfit? Is it fabulous?
Erin: Slimdust, you are so fabulous you piss glitter.
Slimdust: (smiling) Yay! We’ll make a great team, let’s go!!!!

*They all head out for the ring as the CWO Theme plays. Action switches back to the ring where Giganto and Blade head out to the ring, with Simon walking slowly behind them. The mood by the three is somber, and they completely ignore the negative reaction they are getting from the crowd. Instead, they walk up the steps and into the ring, not speaking a word to eachother.

Jay: Not much cockiness from the CWO tonight. I think they all got put into their place last week.
TD: Well, they are still a cohesive unit. I feel sorry for the team of Erin, CM Drunk, and Slimdust.
Jay: Why is that?
TD: Well, for one they aren’t from the U.K. And for two, they are going up against three men who are more angry than anyone I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t want to be on the other side of their wrath.

*”I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman” by Brit-Brit plays and out comes..er dances..Slimdust. He somersaults to the ring, and stops at the bottom of the ramp to await his partners. He gets a pretty good reaction, mostly from men wearing shirts with rainbows on them. “Margaritaville” plays second and CM Drunk walks out somberly, obviously still torn from Half-Boy and Emma’s words earlier. But he makes it down to the bottom and offers a handshake to Slimdust, but Slim instead gives him a very tight, and curious, hug. Nobody in the crowd is sure why the hug needed to involve a butt-squeeze. Finally, the crowd gets wild as “Champagne Supernova” by Oasis is the last to be played tonight. She enters the ring first and squares off against Blade. Blade goes easy on her, offering her to make the first hit. Erin winds up with a punch, but changes her mind in mid swing and clotheslines Blade down. The crowd cheers as Blade gets up in time to be met with a second clothesline. Blade takes over and whips Erin into the corner. He brings her up to the second rope as Blade ascends to the top rope. Blade hooks his arm around her neck and hits a Tornado DDT on Erin from the top rope! The crowd boos as Blade covers Erin, but it’s only for a 1 count. Blade tags in Giganto next. The big man takes the boots to Erin, stomping her as she’s down. He laughs and puts her in a chokehold. Erin is fading fast, and her team is smacking the turnbuckle to wake her up. But the referee grabs her hand and it drops once for a 1-count. He picks her hand up again, 2-count. He raises it up a final time, but Erin’s hand stays up! Giganto’s eyes get wide and Erin, with all her strength, picks Giganto up in the air and drops him back down with an atomic drop. Erin crawls towards her corner, trying for a tag, and the crowd is hot for it. Giganto turns onto his stomach and grabs her foot, trying to stop her from tagging. But Erin boots him in the face with her free foot and tags in Slimdust! The crowd cheers as Slimdust climbs the top ropes and leaps off, but Giganto is up and catches him in his arms. He hits a fallaway slam and tags in Simon. The crowd boos as the former World Champion gets in the ring and picks up Slimdust like a ragdoll. He rips the frilly parts of Slimdusts costume off and throws them out of the ring as the crowd boos. Simon tosses Slimdust down with a powerslam. Slimdust is up and hits a shoulderblock to Simon’s midsection. Another one, and Simon is against the ropes. Slimdust lands a roundhouse kick to Simon and he falls with his chin atop the second rope. Slimdust hears the roar of the crowd and bounces against the opposite ropes, and runs back swinging his legs around to hit a 619! He hops on the top rope and leaps off to perform the “Slimdust Pop” but Simon catches him in midair by his throat. Simon picks him up in the air and drops him down with his chokeslam finisher. The entire ring shakes upon this move being executed. Instead of pinning him, Simon picks up Slim and tosses him into his own corner. CM Drunk tags in quickly and, more pissed off as ever, tries a flying elbow and LANDS IT! The former champion is down and clutching his shoulder in pain. CM Drunk locks in a figure four leglock and Simon immediately tries to wiggle free. Before long, he flips it over and CM Drunk is on the receiving end of pain. While applying the move, the crowd begins to cheer uncontrollably. Simon looks around the arena confused, and eventually he sees Joe Cool, with the Title Belt slung over his shoulder, at the entryway watching the match intently. Simon breaks the hold and stands up, keeping his eyes locked on Joe Cool. He begins talking trash to him but turns around just as CM Drunk lands a standing dropkick. Simon is barely phased, and as CM stands up from delivering his dropkick, Simon wraps his hand tightly around Drunk’s throat. Simon twirls around so that he is looking back at JC and lifts up Drunk in a chokeslam. All the while, even during the pin, Simon has his eyes locked on Joe Cool as the ref counts 1…..2……3!

Jay: And chalk up a win for the CWO tonight.
TD: The team of Erin, CM, and Slimdust just don’t have the chemistry that the Clique World Order has. They have bounced back from their losses at Cliquemania fairly well to keep the spot as the second-best faction in the CWF.
Jay: SECOND-best?
TD: Behind Team U.K. of course.
Jay: Oh enough with that crap! They haven’t even wrestled yet as a team.
TD: Well you’ll see them in action next week when we head to the better part of the globe and come to you LIVE from Dublin, Ireland!
Jay: Folks, we’re out of time, we gotta go!

*The show fades out as Simon is talking trash to Joe Cool from the ring, while wrapping his hands around his waist in a signal that he is coming for the belt. Joe just slowly nods his head and mumbles the words “Okay Simon……Okay. Any day, any time”.

PeaceSells

WWE & PPV Moderator

Well, first proper match at least lol nice writing as ever Jay.

A-Bomb and I totally shoulda came out to Peace Sells though!

Also surprised God's in a faction with Tyler lol

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Suntan Superman

WC's Resident Samoan

I feel bad for beating Zar

I'm sorry man!

Jayman

Super Moderator

Some monster heel you are.....!!!!

God

Super Moderator

Your not the only one lol.

Nice work again Jayman.

Suntan Superman

WC's Resident Samoan

I mean....


RAWR!

Dakstang

MMA Moderator