*To the back we go once more. The wheel is still there, as is Neric, and predictably both IF Champion Ryan Bergman and his opponent, Caleb Fourchon, are with him*
Fred G. Neric: Inter-Forum Championship match stipulation coming right up! Look at all these great stipulations! We've got a ladder match, a Buried Alive match, a Texas! BARBWIRE! Exploding Turnbuckle! SING-OFF!...
*Neither wrestler says anything, wanting Neric to just spin the damn wheel. Neric gives an unsubtle nod to them, as if prompting them to ask. Finally, Caleb lets out an exasperated sigh and speaks up*
Caleb Fourchon: Okay, okay...tell us wut's de rules of a match like dat.
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Fred G. Neric: You mean a Texas! BARBWIRE! Exploding Turnbuckle! SING-OFF!? Well, that's where the ring ropes are barbed wire, the turnbuckles are packed with low-grade explosives that detonate once something hits them...
and before the match starts, both of you will sing "I Ran" by Flock Of Seagulls for the official, who will decide which of you is the better singer. The better singer will only need a one count in order to get a pinfall, and also doesn't have to break a submission hold if his opponent reaches the ropes! Oh, and the Texas part is because you compete in a ring that's shaped like Texas. Gee, I'd hate to think that we don't have one of these matches tonight and we spent all that money on the Texas-shaped ring for nothing. Well, let's find out!
*Much to the relief of Fourchon and Bergman, Neric finally shuts up and gives the wheel a spin. It starts to slow down and the needle is moving at a slow crawl as it points to Texas! BARBWIRE! Exploding Turnbuckle! SING-OFF! But it just
barely flicks onto the next space before going still*
Fred G. Neric: Iron Man Blitz! Whoever gets the most falls in ten minutes becomes the new Inter-Forum Champion! Wow, you guys'll have to work quick.
Caleb Fourchon versus Ryan Bergman for the Inter Forum Championship
“Iron Man Blitz” Match
Michael Muffer:
The following contest is an “Iron Man Blitz” Match and it is for the WWCF Inter Forum Championship! To win, the wrestler must score more pinfalls or submissions than his opponent in a ten minute time limit. Regular count outs and disqualifications do apply during the “Iron Man Blitz” match. Now, coming out first, the challenger, from Dulac, Louisiana, weighing 248 pounds: Caleb Fourchon!*REM’s “Circus Envy” is played as Caleb stalks down to the ring. He ignores the booing crowd, eyes set on referee John Creed. Once at the apron he slides in under the ropes and makes a circuit around the ring glaring into the crowd. When he reaches his corner he squats on his haunches and waits.*
Jerry Fish:
Looks like Caleb is back to wearing his usual ring gear, such as it is. No more Jazzman knock offs.Tim Hoss:
That young man is right to stop playing games and focus. He’s going to be facing one of the best wrestlers in the world tonight.MM:
And his opponent, from, Fulton, New York, weighing 219 pounds. He is the current Inter Forum Champion: BEERRRRRRGGGGGGMMMMMMMAAAAANNNNNNN!!!!*The fans pop huge when “Lights” by Ellie Goulding cues up. Bergman comes out and stands on the stage, hood up and IF title around his waist. When the vocals begin he throws the hood off and slowly walks down the ramp. He slaps hands with his fans on the way, then enters the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. Upon entering, he looks out into the crowd from his corner and poses for them.*
TH:
Ryan Bergman is a WWCF mainstay. He has held every single singles title in this company’s history, including the Heavyweight Championship. JF:
This is Bergman’s second Inter Forum title defense, and both have been against Caleb Fourchon. Their last match had a somewhat controversial ending, when Caleb lost by count out. I’ve always wondered if the fact the victory wasn’t by standard pinfall or submission bothered Bergman.*Referee John Creed gets both men to the middle of the ring to explain the rules, and points out the location of the digital clock that will show how much time is left in the match once it starts, and the monitor that will keep track of each wrestler’s number of victories..*
TH:
Bergman’s been in this business long enough to know that a win’s a win, but I suspect Fourchon’s constant harping on the subject has stuck in his craw a little. And I don’t blame him for feeling that way if he does.*Creed takes the Inter Forum Title and displays it to the audience. After passing it off to a departing Muffer, he motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell. The match, and the countdown, begin. Caleb charges at Bergman with an attempted clothesline, but he ducks underneath it, wraps around Fourchon’s arms with both his arms and legs, and takes him down with a crucifix pin. One! Two! Three!*
MM:
The score is 1-0 to Bergman! There are 9:48 left remaining in the match!*Again, the crowd roars in approval for the IF champ. Fourchon leaps up, stunned at what happened. Bergman keeps up the pressure, going for a double leg takedown transitioning into a jack knife pin. One! Two! Caleb kicks out, and immediately scrambles under the ropes to the outside.*
JF:
Wow! Not only does Bergman take an early lead, but he very nearly got a second pin on Fourchon! The champ is not playing games tonight.TH:
Caleb is clearly flummoxed at how quickly he has fallen behind. *Referee John Creed tells Caleb to get back into the ring, then immediately begins to count him out. One! Two! Three! Four! Fourchon jumps back on the apron and motions for Creed to keep Bergman back. He comes through the ropes and the two begin to circle one another warily. Finally they get into an elbow and collar tie up. Caleb muscles Bergman into a side headlock, but his opponent wriggles free and gets back to back with him. Hooking his arms he tries for a backslide pin! One! Two! Fourchon flips over and gets Bergman in a front facelock. He hooks Bergman’s leg and hits a fisherman’s DDT. Cover. One! Two! Bergman gets a shoulder up.*
JF:
Some nice athleticism displayed by Fourchon there. TH:
The man is very nimble for his size.*Caleb stands and pulls up Bergman. He clubs him in the back a few times, then lifts the champ for a bearhug. He presses his forehead into Bergman’s sternum to apply more pressure on his lower back. Bergman struggles in the grip but does not submit. He finally wriggles an arm free and drives his elbow repeatedly into Caleb’s shoulder, forcing him to release the hold. Bergman stumbles away. He charges for the (announcer side) ropes, springboards off them, and comes back at Fourchon with a hurricanrana. When Caleb gets up he begins striking him with a series of overhand chops which chase him back to the (far ramp side) corner. Creed tells Bergman to get out of the corner, which he initially does, then charges back to deliver an step up hurricanrana with a pin. One! Two! Three!*
MM:
The score is now 2-0 to Bergman. There are 7:03 left remaining in the match!TH:
The lucha style training Bergman underwent while he was away from the WWCF is paying off huge divdends tonight.*Bergman wastes no time, flipping over Caleb’s shoulders and trying for a folding pin, but Caleb rises from the mat, bringing up his opponent with a bridge. He twists, transitions it into a front facelock, and hits a spinning neckbreaker. He grabs one of Bergman’s arms and legs and flips over him, putting his opponent in an Oklahoma roll. One! Two! Three!*
MM:
The score is now 2-1 Bergman. There are 6:45 left remaining in the match.JF:
From Gator Roll to Oklahoma Roll, Caleb Fourchon has picked up his first successful pin of the match!TH:
I’m surprised Caleb knows how to perform an Oklahoma Roll. Heck, I’d be amazed if he could find Oklahoma on a map.*Still holding Bergman, Caleb stands, and deadlifts him. He goes for a fallaway slam that sends Bergman across the ring. Caleb pursues his foe, stomping on Bergman while he rolls to the ropes and grabs them. He continues to kick at Bergman’s prone form until Creed starts the disqualification count. One! Two! Three! Four! Caleb walks away perturbed.*
TH:
Fourchon better be careful here. Disqualifications will count against him in this match just as easily as pinfalls or submissions.*JF:
That’s never stopped him before, Gorilla.*Fourchon waits until Bergman is on his feet and charges him. Bergman, holding the ropes, drops down, causing Caleb to fly out of the ring. He manages to land on his feet. Bergman runs the ropes and leaps out of the ring, creaming the bigger man with a senton splash. The crowd cheers the champ’s acrobatics, and then begins to chant his name in order to will him to his feet. Creed yells at both men to return to the ring. After several seconds Bergman stands and pulls up Caleb. He hits him with a flurry of palm strikes then whips him into the ring apron. Caleb, wincing in pain, slides back into the ring, standing just as Bergman flies in and drops him with a blockbuster. Cover. One! Two! Caleb weakly gets a shoulder up. Bergman pulls his opponent up and puts him in a facelock. He drags him towards the ropes and springboards off them, planting Caleb with a tornado DDT. He puts Fourchon in a Delfin clutch, crossing his arms over his chest and pinning them with one knee while grabbing his legs. One! Two! Three!*
MM:
The score is now 3-1 Bergman! There are 5:14 left in the match!*The two men slowly get to their feet. The IF champion kicks Caleb in the gut and tries to hit a brainbuster. Caleb muscles out of it and, hoisting his smaller opponent over his shoulder, pivots and sends Bergman crashing to the mat with a running powerslam. Cover. One! Two! Kickout!*
JF:
It looks like Bergman wanted to put Caleb out for good with that brainbuster and it backfired on him.TH:
It seems so, and I question the champ’s strategy. I appreciate the whole “warrior spirit” concept as much as the next man, but this is a time to fight smarter, not harder. Bergman has the lead here. He should be trying to run the clock out.*Caleb yanks Bergman to his feet and whips him into the (far, ramp side) ringpost. When Bergman staggers out he drops him with a big boot. Grabbing his arms, he raises Bergman’s upper torso before slamming it down again with a curb stomp. He puts Bergman in a camel clutch and rolls forward, pinning the champ’s shoulders to the mat. One! Two! Three!*
MM:
The score is now 3-2 Bergman! There are 4:44 left in this match! TH:
This is twice now that Caleb Fourchon has surprised me tonight. That was a Gedo Clutch he just pinned Bergman with. Where did he learn to do that?*Caleb rocks back into a standard camel clutch, then reaches around to trap Bergman’s leg under his armpit. Grabbing Bergman by the chin, he locks on the Cocodrie Clutch. Bergman struggles briefly but, realizing every second counts, reluctantly taps..*
MM:
The score is now tied 3-3! There are 4:29 seconds left in the match!*The crowd boos at the latest total, and their boos increase when it becomes obvious that Caleb has no intention of breaking the hold. John Creed orders him off, then tugs on his arm, then begins his disqualification count. One! Two! Three! Four! Fi-! Caleb stands up, smirking.*
TH:
That smug sonuvabitch! Always tip toeing up to that line.JF:
Gorilla, should referee John Creed have allowed Caleb to lock on the Cocodrie Clutch like that? I mean, technically Bergman was still caught up in the double leg nelson. Fourchon never broke the pin.TH:
Good question, Jerry. Logic would seem to indicate he really shouldn’t of.*Caleb begins to stomp on Bergman’s lower back. When the champ rolls over Fourchon reaches down to grab his legs for a giant swing, only to be caught in a small package. One! Two! Kickout! Caleb slithers away from the rising Bergman. When both are at their feet they charge at one another and begins to brawl. Fourchon hammers him with a series of clubbing forearms, then stretches him out with a reverse elevated chinlock. Again, Bergman struggles to escape. This time he manages to pry himself free, slide down his back, and flip him with a reverse body slam. While Caleb is on his hands and knees Bergman stands next to his hip, grabs one arm and applies an armbar. Stepping over the arm with his inside leg he spins, diving forward, rolling him onto his side. He flips Fourchon onto his back, and Bergman hooks both legs and holds for the pin. One! Two! Three!*
MM:
The score is now 4-3 Bergman! There are 3:56 left in the match!TH:
Bergman back in the lead again with a textbook La Magistral!*Bergman hauls Caleb up and smashes in the side of his face with a spinning heel kick. When Caleb staggers he takes him down with a leg lariat. Cover. One! Two! Caleb gets an arm up. Bergman stands and makes his way slowly to the (far, announcer side) ringpost, which he begins to climb. Caleb lumbers to his feet and gets to him when he’s on the second turnbuckle. He punches at his back repeatedly and tries pulling him off the ropes without any luck. Bergman connects with an elbow to the chin, forcing Fourchon to let go. He leaps back for a crossbody but gets caught. Fourchon hits the Down Home Driver! He hooks the leg. One! Two! Three!
MM:
The score is now tied 4-4. There are 3:20 left in the match!JF:
Caleb just tied things up with a thunderous Down Home Driver!*Caleb stands and flips Bergman so he’s laying on his back. Taking his legs up under his arms, he begins to pivot, spinning around until he’s lifted Bergman off the mat. He keeps the giant swing going for several rotations before letting go, sending the Inter Forum champ sprawling for the (far, ramp side) corner. Caleb immediately charges, leaps onto the second rope, and then splashes down on him. Cover. One! Two! Bergman puts a hand on the bottom rope. Caleb curses and drags Bergman away from the corner, drops a knee on him and rolls him up, grabbing Bergman’s tights. One! Two! Creed catches Caleb’s illegal pin and stops the count. Fourchon lets go and tries again, this time stacking the pin. One! Two! Bergman fights out.*
TH:
What stamina shown by the Inter Forum Champion here! He’s taking a brutal beating from his opponent and still won’t stay down!JF:
Bergman’s not getting much in the way of offense though, and time’s running out. He needs to make a move soon if he wants to win this.*Caleb tugs on his own hair in frustration and pulls Bergman up. He knees the champ in the stomach and flings him into the (near, announcer side) corner. Then he slowly lifts him up so he’s seated on the top turnbuckle.*
TH:
Fourchon is going for something big here. Maybe a superplex or an avalanche maneuver.*Fourchon does look ready to mount the ringpost as well, but is stopped by a stiff forearm shiv to the face. Bergman leaps onto his opponent’s shoulders and twists so that they are facing the same way, and then kicks at the top turnbuckle. When Caleb staggers out from the corner Bergman rolls forward and grabs Caleb’s legs, sending him toppling.*
TH:
Bergman caught Caleb with a Victory Roll!*Creed counts. One! Two! Caleb rolls through the hold, pinning Bergman’s shoulders. One! Two! Three!*
MM:
The score is now 5-4 Caleb! There are 1:49 remaining in the match!JF:
And Caleb has the lead for the first time tonight!TH:
Bergman is going to have to work fast if he wants any hope of retaining the title! *Both men slowly lurch to their feet. Caleb throws a clothesline but misses. Bergman begins chopping away at his foe’s chest, the crowd cheering him on. Finally Fourchon ducks between the (far side) ropes, and Creed orders Bergman to back off. When Caleb doesn’t clear the ropes, the fans begin booing loudly.*
TH:
Aw, let’s go, John! Get Caleb to stop stalling.*After the ref warns him Caleb moves back into position. When Bergman advances he scurries away, and again puts himself between the (ramp side) ropes. The fans jeer lustily. Bergman, having enough, charges Caleb and hits a dropsault that knocks him out of the ring. He then slides under the ropes and begins to pummel Fourchon. He flings him into the barricade and charges, but Caleb manages to stop him with a big boot. Caleb pulls Bergman up and whips him towards the ring steps. Bergman leaps atop them, pivots, the flies back at Fourchon with a reverse hurricanrana that causes both men to crash into the metal steps and the fans to pop huge.*
TH:
What an amazing feat of agility by the Inter Forum Champion!JF:
Ouch! Looks like Bergman misjudged how much room he had on that rana. TH:
He better not misjudge how much time is left in the match. He’s behind with less than a minute to go. *The steps topple over and both men are laid out. Creed yells at them to get up and back into the ring. The audience is pleading for Bergman to rise. Slowly, the champ stands and limps back towards the apron.*
TH:
Thirty seconds left! Bah Gawd, what a match this has been!*Caleb grabs Bergman’s leg to halt his movement, pulling himself up in the process. He attempts to wrap Bergman up in a full nelson but the smaller man, with one last burst of energy, powers out and, after putting Fourchon in a facelock, flips him over his shoulder head first into one of the steel steps.*
JF:
BFT! BFT! TH:
That came from out of nowhere! Bergman still has a chance! *Bergman sinks to his knees from the effort of the snapmare driver. Caleb is sprawled out atop the metal steps, unconscious. Bergman gets to his feet again and moves towards the ring.*
TH:
No, no! Bergman: check the time! You got to get Fourchon back in and pin him!*Bergman dazedly looks up to see that Creed is ticking down on his two hands the time he has left. He turns and grabs Fourchon. He drags him off the steps and tries to push him into the ring. The crowd begins counting*
Crowd:
Five! Four! Three!TH:
He’s not going to make it!*Finally Bergman is able to haul his opponent’s carcass into the ring and make the cover. One! Two!
Crowd:
Two! One!*The alarm sounds! Three! There’s a moment of confusion, and then the fans begin to boo loudly.*
MM:
Here is your winner, and NEW Inter Forum Champion: Caleb Fourchon!!*Bergman falls onto his back, stunned. Referee John Creed checks on him, then goes to Caleb. He shakes him until his eyes open. Slowly, Fourchon sits up awkwardly. When he lurches to his feet Creed raises his hand and Muffer gives him the Inter Forum title.*
JF:
Well, Gorilla, looks like we have a new Inter Forum champ. TH:
Just barely, though. If time hadn’t run out on Bergman he would have been able to tie the score and retain. Or perhaps there could have been some kind of sudden death where first pinfall wins. Its all irrelevant now.JF:
Just a great match where both men’s strengths were on display. Bergman’s technical skill and high flying abilities against Caleb Foruchon’s raw athleticism and cunning.TH:
“Cunning” is a charitable way to describe Caleb’s antics.*Fourchon stares down at the belt and clutches it to his chest. He slowly rolls out of the ring and limps up the ramp to the back, still in a stupor. Bergman, meanwhile, remains in the ring. Once the boos for the new IF Champion have stopped there begins a swell of applause of the old one. Bergman acknowledges the fans by climbing a ringpost and mouthing “Thank You”, then exits the ring as well.*
TH:
A tough loss for Bergman, and still he has the grace and class to show his appreciation for the fans. JF:
He’ll be getting a rematch for the title, Gorilla.TH:
And I am looking forward to calling it. Bergman and Fourchon have had two great contests for the belt. A third will be an absolute gem.*Back to the wheel and Neric we go...*
Fred G. Neric: Gentlemen, this is the MOMENT OF TRUTH! We'll see if you have a chairs match, or an empty arena match (we've got an empty arena rented on the other side of town just in case), or a bra and panties match, or a--
*Jackson cuts Fred off by shoving him out of the way, grabbing the wheel, and yanking down on it, causing it to spin so fast that at first it looks as though it might fall apart. Time passes, the wheel begins to slow down, and the needle comes to a stop on...*
Fred G. Neric: [with a gasp] NO ESCAPE FROM HELL!
*He says nothing more*
Colt: What, suddenly you don't want to tell us all about a stipulation?Fred G. Neric: [pale] Just...good luck guys...
*Cut back to the announcers*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Well, that was strange...I guess we'll hear what this match is about from Michael Muffer...Muffer: The following contest is set for one fall and it is for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship! It is a NO ESCAPE FROM HELL MATCH! This match can only be won by pinfall or submission, and will be contested inside the cage currently being lowered to enclose the ringside area! The walls of the cage, as well as the ring ropes, will be set on fire and will continue to burn for the duration of this match! In addition, the floor around the ring will be covered in a thick layer of thumbtacks! And now, the competitors..."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: OH MY GOD.Jerry Fish: I am SO glad I'm not them!*"Simply The Best"*
Muffer: Introducing first! Hailing from Starke, Florida, and weighing in at 275 lbs...WHITEY FATS!*To massive boos, Whitey walks out and raises his mahogany pimp cane over his head as fireworks go off*
"Too Black...Too Strong...DAMN RIGHT!"*"All Of The Lights"*
Muffer: His first opponent! From West Philadelphia, born and raised, and weighing in at 305 lbs..."DAMN RIGHT" JACKSON!*Jackson walks out to an enormous pop, unbuttons his jacket, and throws his hands to the sky, touching off his pyro. He struts down to the ring where he fixes a death glare on Whitey*
Muffer: And their opponent!"You know that time in your life that single moment that defines exactly who you are? Well that only stings for a second..."[/i]
*"Choose Your Fate"*
Muffer: Hailing from Adelaide, Australia, and weighing in at 250 lbs...he is the CEO of the World WrestleCrap Federation and the reigning World Heavyweight Champion...COLT!*Colt emerges from the back, ignoring the hostile crowd reaction as he walks to the ring illuminated by a single spotlight, mouthing "Choose your fate" to the song while staring at both of his opponents. He climbs through the ropes, and with all three wrestlers in the ring, the crew proceeds to dump tons and tons of thumbtacks all around the ring before beating a hasty retreat as the cage hanging above them begins to descend. It finally comes to rest on the arena floor, and suddenly every single part of it lights on fire! So do the ring ropes, causing Colt, Jackson, and Whitey to all show signs of nervousness or fear to varying degrees. The bell rings, and the match begins*
Here we go, in a match that has the potential to be worse than anything we've seen so far, for the highest stakes in this company.Colt vs. "Damn Right" Jackson vs. Whitey Fats
WWCF World Heavyweight Championship*All three men start out cautiously, knowing that even an irish whip can have serious consequences. Jackson throws a series of punches at Whitey, who instinctively jumps back and finds himself just inches from the fiery ropes! Whitey charges toward Jackson and locks up with him. Before either man can succeed in pushing the other into the fire or taking the other down, Colt takes advantage by rushing forward and throwing a dropkick at both his opponents from the side, splitting his legs so that one foot hits each of them in the side of the head! Both Whitey and Jackson stumble into the ropes and scream in pain as they make contact! Fortunately, the ropes still have enough tension for the two men to bounce off, but they're both clutching theirs sides, wincing, and cursing. One camera shot reveals a nasty-looking literal rope burn on Whitey's torso, while another shows that Jackson's beater protected him somewhat from the flames, although it's almost burned through*
That has to hurt like hell, and we've barely gotten started!I'm amazed that they can even stand, let alone compete!*Colt brings Jackson down with a clothesline and then goes for a scoop slam on Whitey, but Whitey gets a handful of Colt's hair and yanks as hard as he can! Colt howls and lets Whitey go. The world champion is hit with a Double A Spinebuster a second later! Cover by Fats*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*As Whitey gets to his feet to administer further punishment to Colt, a somewhat-refreshed Jackson catches him and slams him to the mat with a gutwrench suplex! Jackson pulls Whitey up and hoists him high overhead to deliver a Tree Slam, but Whitey kicks him in the face! Jackson drops Whitey, who lands on his feet and stumbles away, almost instinctively leaning on the ropes before stopping himsef. As Jackson tries to recover, Colt catches him with a German suplex and bridges for a pin!*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Colt trying to end this, but no luck!*Whitey goes after both of his opponents with vicious stomps, not letting up until he's satisfied neither one will be a threat for a while. He rolls Colt over and grabs him around the throat with both hands, blatantly choking him, knowing that he has a LOT longer than a five count! Colt starts turning purple from lack of oxygen until he's finally saved by Jackson pulling Whitey up and shooting him into the turnbuckles! Whitey crashes hard and cries out in agony as one of his arms makes contact with the flames! Jackson goes for the pin*
One!
Two!
Shoulder up!
Whitey kicking out despite his burns and that collision with the buckles!I didn't think he had it in him. I know I wouldn't!*Jackson drags Colt to his feet and nails him with a ring-shaking Tree Slam that causes the flames on the ropes to flare up! He then turns around and goes to spear Whitey in the corner, but Whitey sidesteps! Jackson puts on the brakes just in time to avoid crashing into the buckles, ringpost, and fiery ropes, but gets shoved into the buckles by Whitey! With Jackson dazed, Whitey grabs him and PRESSES HIM AGAINST THE BURNING ROPES!!! Jackson screams in agony, but the dire situation seems to give him one hell of a burst of adrenaline as he hits Whitey with a back elbow and begins hitting Whitey with the stiffest punches you'll ever see! Whitey's knocked down and is shortly bleeding like a stuck pig!*
What a despicable display of cruelty from Whitey Fats! Thank god Jackson was able to stop him!That smell of burned flesh is making me nauseous.*Jackson's adrenaline rush finally wears off and he rolls off of Whitey, unable to ignore the pain of his burned flesh any longer. Both Jackson and Whitey are down, Whitey barely conscious, Jackson grimacing in pain and moaning. Colt's back on his feet and sees an opportunity. Deciding to go after Jackson, he makes a cover*
One!
Two!
Jackson kicks out WITH AUTHORITY!
How does that man have the strength to kick out that hard after all he's been put through so far?!Whoever walks away with the title after this will have certainly earned it!*Angrily, Colt pulls Jackson to his feet and nails him with a jawbreaker, which sends him back down. Not being able to bounce off the ropes for the Million Dollar Knee Lift, Colt decides to drop a knee onto Jackson's head, and then brings him up to lock on the Final Thought!*
This could be it for DR Jackson!*Even burned and battered as he is, Jackson finds the strength to push backward before Colt can fully immobilize him, shoving Colt into the ropes! Colt lets out a scream as his back meets the fire and shoves Jackson forward, stumbling after him*
Oh god, now all three men have been forced into the fire!*Whitey's back in the match now. As the pain becomes too much for Colt to bear and he sinks to one knee, Whitey blasts him with a Shining Wizard! Cover by Fats*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Whitey gets back to his feet and hits a big splash onto Colt, but before he goes for the cover one DR Jackson hauls him off and hits him with a fallaway slam! Jackson sets Whitey up for a powerbomb, lifts him up, and powerbombs him INTO THE ROPES!*
POWERBOMB INTO THE BURNING ROPES! BAH GAWD, IT DOESN'T GET MUCH WORSE THAN THAT!!!*Whitey lets out a bloodcurdling scream as the ropes sear the flesh of his back and falls to the mat, moaning. Jackson moves toward Colt, wincing in pain with every step, and starts to pick Colt up for the High Attitude. Colt comes to life before Jackson gets him in his shoulders, though, and wriggles free, landing in front of Jackson and hitting him with a European uppercut! With Jackson dazed, Colt sets up for a vertical suplex, lifts Jackson up, and then drops him forward to land on his burned stomach! Jackson lets out a howl of pain and writhes on the mat as Colt turns his attention to Whitey. Colt hits There Will Be No Encore on Fats, and covers!
One!
Two!
Whitey gets a shoulder up!
Fats gets a shoulder up! After that powerbomb into the fire, after There Will Be No Encore, he's still not staying down!I'm amazed at the resiliency of all three of these guys, but Whitey Fats most of all, because let's face it, in the past he's been kind of a wuss!*Colt turns back to Jackson and delivers a hard stomp to his rival's head before goes for the Story On Page One--Jackson blocks it, and counters into a vertical suplex! Colt screams in agony as his scorched back slams into the mat! Colt's been neutralized for the moment, as has Whitey, and Jackson also stays down*
After your back has been burned that badly, it has to feel absolutely excruciating to even have it touched lightly! I can't imagine the pain Colt just endured by having it slammed onto the hard surface of the ring!He might actually be HOPING Seth hits him with the I4I to knock him out and keep him from feeling anything at this point!*Jackson gets to his feet in time to grab and wrench the arm of the rising Whitey, and bring him down with a big lariat! Jackson falls on top of Whitey, draping the arm he just used to clothesline him over his chest*
One!
Two!
Whitey gets a shoulder up AGAIN!
*Jackson forces himself to get up and hoists Whitey on his shoulder, getting ready for an Oklahoma Slam...and as he moves toward the ropes, everybody realizes that Jackson intends to slam Whitey over the ropes and onto the thumbtacks outside the ring!*
Oh dear god...If those thumbtacks come into play, there's no way Whitey's getting up. No. Way.*Before Jackson can do it, Whitey starts punching him in the head and forces Jackson to drop him! Landing on his feet, Whitey locks on a full nelson and hits Jackson with a dragon suplex, bridging for the pin!*
One!
Two!
Jackson rolls backward and gets free before slumping to the mat and lying still!
Jackson escaping the pin!*Whitey gingerly gets up and walks over to Jackson to drop a leg on him! No sooner has Whitey done that, however, than he's hit by another There Will Be No Encore from Colt, who's now partially recovered...as much as one can expect in a match like this, anyway.*
[color=ff9933Another There Will Be No Encore![/color]
*Colt pulls Jackson up--and gets rocked by a big right hand! Colt stumbles, and then fires back with a European uppercut! Jackson wobbles unsteadily, and then comes back with another punch, and the exchange continues until Colt finally catches Jackson's arm and whips him across the ring--only for Jackson to reverse and send Colt back-first into the burning ropes again! Colt's pained scream rings through the arena as he bounces off and is caught by Jackson for a big power slam that brings Colt's tender back crashing down onto the mat! Cover*
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Shoulder up!
HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?!*A disbelieving Jackson picks himself up, looking to go for the High Attitude again--but he's caught by Whitey and brought down by a bulldog! Whitey locks a Texas cloverleaf onto Jackson and cranks back with all his strength!*
Whitey wearing Jackson down with that cloverleaf!*Jackson's in obvious pain both from the pressure being put on his legs
and from his burnt stomach being pressed onto the mat. He's struggling to find some way out of the hold; even if he could get a rope break, doing so would cost him the use of one hand for the rest of the match. Eventually, Whitey sees Colt beginning to stir out of the corner of his eye and releases the hold on Jackson to deal with his other opponent. As Whitey approaches Colt, the world champion surprises him with an armdrag and transitions that into an armbar! Whitey's now the one fighting to free himself from a submission hold without any possibility of a rope break! Like Whitey's cloverleaf, Colt releases the armbar when he sees Jackson getting up*
How much more can any of these guys take?!*Jackson and Colt rush at one another and are both flattened by simultaneous clotheslines! With both of his opponents down, Whitey slowly gets back to his feet, wincing and cradling the arm that Colt worked over. Whitey goes for Colt and gets him up for the Southern Discomfort--spear out of nowhere by Jackson brings Whitey down as he turns! As Whitey falls, Colt (who's still on his shoulders) slams none too gently into the mat along with him!*
Southern Discomfort stopped by Jackson, but it still couldn't have felt good for the world champion!*Jackson exhaustedly drapes an arm over Whitey*
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Two!
Thr--SHOULDER UP!
I was positive Jackson had it won there!So was I!*Jackson punches the mat in frustration. Colt, meanwhile, brings himself back to a standing position with considerable effort, groggily looking across the ring at Jackson. He suddenly springs into action, blasting Jackson with There Will Be No Encore! Jackson's showing no signs of consciousness, and Colt takes the opportunity to pick Jackson up in a fireman's carry...*
What's Colt about to do?*Colt walks over to the ropes...hoists Jackson high over his head...and THROWS JACKSON OVER THE TOP ROPE! JACKSON CRASHES ONTO THE THUMBTACKS, ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!*
[Whatever he says gets bleeped out][His reaction is also bleeped out]*If Jackson were less beaten up, he might have screamed, or thrashed, or done
something, but he doesn't even have the energy to express his pain. And with him this helpless, Colt backs up, starts running, leaps--RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE TO LAND ON JACKSON WITH A BIG SPLASH ON THE OUTSIDE, DRIVING HIM FURTHER INTO THE THUMBTACKS!!!*
Jackson has been burned, he's had his flesh torn and pierced by those tacks, and Colt just cleared the top rope and landed on him, driving him even further into the tacks!This has to be it.*The flames are turned off so that McFloyd can get to the outside to make a count. Colt is now as motionless as Jackson, having pushed himself past the limit and wound up with a lot of thumbtacks driven into his legs (which didn't land right on Jackson's body). McFloyd kicks away enough tacks for him to get down on the floor and start a count*
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Muffer: Here is your winner, and STILL WWCF World Heavyweight Champion: COLT! The match is finally, mercifully, over. I would have loved to see Jackson regain the title, but at this point I'm just glad that we're not going to see any more carnage here. I'd about reached my limit.I think I'm gonna have nightmares about this one.*None of the three competitors are moving as the cage is raised and the ring crew begins clearing the thumbtacks away. EMTs run down to check on everybody, but before they can get to work, somebody emerges from under the ring and drags Colt off of Jackson!*
Wha--THAT'S SPARKS!We haven't seen Sparks since Colt viciously assaulted him after he was beaten up in a match against BRB! Colt put him out of action by driving his face into the world title belt, to send a message to Sparks that Colt would never let him take the world championship!*It is indeed SPARKS, and a very angry Sparks, that begins pounding on the barely-conscious Colt! After hitting Colt with a flurry of hard punches, Sparks drags him by the legs over to the timekeeper's table, where he lets Colt go and grabs the bell, placing it on the floor nearby. He then picks up Colt, and DELIVERS A SPINNERETTE THAT DRIVES THE BACK OF COLT'S HEAD INTO THE RING BELL!*
MY GOD, COLT'S SKULL MIGHT HAVE BEEN SPLIT IN HALF JUST NOW!*Sparks gets to his feet and stands over Colt, seething. Sparks picks up the World WrestleCrap Federation World Heavyweight Championship belt on the table nearby, and picks it up. Looking down at Colt, Sparks holds the belt high over his head with one arm in the closing moments of Wheel Of Misfortune...*
Credits: Evil M, The General Of The Monkey Army, Gus Richlen, Caleb Fourchon, BRB, Mr. Socko's Brother, Bergman for working out the match stipulations, and everybody who suggested stips!
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