Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
Metal Maestro: Co-winner of the FAN Idol Throwdown!
Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Sept 26, 2011 22:30:13 GMT -5
I'll take jap anus relations for eight hundred , Alex. "That's just awful and you know it."
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Sept 26, 2011 22:30:58 GMT -5
You'll rue the day you crossed me, Trebek Evil M! Dammit now we need a Sean Connery gimmick! Oh, I'll play your game you rogue.
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smokinvokoun
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Post by smokinvokoun on Sept 26, 2011 22:31:57 GMT -5
This might be the only time I'm thankful I have homework, so I have REAL excuse for staying up late.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2011 22:33:31 GMT -5
What's the difference between you and a mallard with a cold? One's a sick duck... I can't remember how it ends, but your mother's a whore.
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
Metal Maestro: Co-winner of the FAN Idol Throwdown!
Fun while it lasted
Posts: 38,655
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Sept 26, 2011 22:37:17 GMT -5
What's the difference between you and a mallard with a cold? One's a sick duck... I can't remember how it ends, but your mother's a whore. Ah yes, it's a beautiful thing, yes. Right now, there's someone sitting at home going, "What the HAYYYYLLLL they done do that for?!" YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by General Adam on Sept 26, 2011 22:38:01 GMT -5
The day is mine! I'll take famous tities for 200.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Sept 26, 2011 22:38:47 GMT -5
*" Big Time" by Peter Gabriel plays over a video package of the events leading up to this night... ...Smokin' Vokoun ranting about not getting the treatment he feels he deserves and finally attacking Tim Hoss and Jesse King, with the General of the Monkey Army making the save. Then pieces of the exchange between the two agreeing to an Alley Fight for the Hardcore Championship... ...Amigo and Bergman defeating the Steampunks for the World Tag Team Championship... ...Caleb Fourchon's boasts of being the best pure wrestler in the World WrestleCrap Federation spliced together with clips of him dishing out punishment to his opponents, followed by his vow that he'd never relinquish the Inter-Forum Championship. Gus Richlen climbing out of the steel cage and being awarded a shot at the Inter-Forum Championship, and his vow to finally end his pay-per-view losing streak by taking it from Caleb... ...Whitey Fats defeating Colt for the World Heavyweight Championship... ...Seth Drakin winning BattleBowl and earning a shot at Whitey's title... ...Jonathan Michaels making the announcement that he'll be using his Money In The Bank Or Botch contract to add himself to the match and also challenge Whitey for his title...* GOOKERMANIA IV September 26th, 2011*Pyro rocks the Parts Unknown Arena as the camera pans over the throngs of cheering fans, while "Big Time" keeps playing* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: This is it, everybody! The biggest show of the year for the World WrestleCrap Federation and arguably for pro wrestling itself: welcome to GOOKERMANIA FOUR! As always I'm Tim Hoss, here to call all of the great matches we've got in store for you tonight with Jesse King!Jesse King: You're not kidding that this is big, Gorilla, and everybody oughtta know why from watching the video that opened the show! But it didn't tell the whole story, so let's talk about what we didn't see!Tim Hoss: There is the Money In The Bank Or Botch match that's gonna kick off the show! That match can either make or end careers, and we'll explain how in a couple minutes when it's about to start. Later on we'll see the World Tag Team Champions--John S. Amigo and Ryan Bergman--defending against the upstart team of Jeremy Dupoe and "Really Rotten" Lionel Murray tonight as well. And Champion Of Honor Ryan Blood defends his title in a rematch against the last man to challenge him for it, "The Canadian Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!Jesse King: We've got a battle royal coming up too, Gorilla, and the guy who wins that gets to star in the first ever World WrestleCrap Federation movie!Tim Hoss: Let's just hope that it isn't really "Biodome II"! Without further ado, let's get to Money in the Bank or Botch; a Gookermania tradition three years and counting!Money in the Bank or BotchBoiler Room Brawler versus Evil M versus Mad Pirate Mulligan versus The Punisher versus The Smokin' Vokoun versus Vincent Van Agony*Two rows of ladders line the lower half of the entrance, while another batch surround the ring on four sides.* JK: TH, this match is absolutely stacked. It's all big, tough guys.TH: Well, exception going to Vincent Van Agony.JK: He makes up for it with his honey badger ferocity and mouth-foaming conspiratorial delusions.TH: Fair enough. For the viewers at home, Money in the Bank or Botch is a ladder match about opportunity. The opportunity to climb a ladder and grab a briefcase with a title shot with which they may issue a title match against the appropriate champion at any time they want.JK: But the twist is that one of the briefcases has a pink slip. You could win a briefcase, but lose your job. It's delicious irony, Gorilla, and I hope someone like BRB or the Punisher gets it.TH: Tonight we'll find out as the rubber hits the road at Gookermania. Take it away Michael Muffer!MM: The following match is a Money in the Bank or Botch Ladder Match. Contestants compete to grab a hanging briefcase for a title shot that they may issue at any time, but one briefcase holds a pink slip that can end their WWCF career...TH: Want to "pick dogs" like the Battle Bowl?MM: Introducing the first contestant...*The Punisher walks onto the stage toting a baseball bat. He rummages in his pocket and then holds out a grenade...* TH: Is that a grenade, King?JK: What's going to do with that?*The Punisher tosses the grenade into the air and then hits it with the bat, sending it down the ramp. Pyro trails after it down the center of the ramp before ending in a giant finish in the ring.* JK: Whoa!TH: An impressive entrance from an impressive man...*The Punisher walks down the ramp to the ring, baseball bat still in hand.* MM: Now entering the ring from New York, New York; weighing 286lbs: Frank... "The Punisher..." Castle!JK: He's big, he's bad, but he's toast tonight. Just like the Battle Bowl, he has two members of Whitey, Inc, but unlike the Battle Bowl, there's only three other guys, and one of them is Evil M.TH: The Punisher has shown himself to be more than capable of handling himself against multiple opponents, but tonight all he has to do is grab a briefcase. One briefcase out of four.*The Punisher climbs up to the apron, crosses into the ring, and removes his coat.* MM: His first opponent...*Iron Man - Black Sabbath* TH: Then you have this man.JK: Won't the Punisher be in his corner at the Hardcore Championship match?*The Smokin' Vokoun walks out onto the stage, glaring at the crowd, his eye twitching, and then his gaze turning to the Punisher in the ring. He has a barbwired 2x4 in his hands...* MM: Now entering the ring from Chicago, Illinois; weighing 280lbs: The Smokin'... Vokoun!*Vokoun heads down the ramp to the ring. A fan holds out a "Smokin' Vokoun is a Joke" sign, which makes Vokoun pause, wind up his 2x4, and swing it down on the sign, tearing it in two. He bares his teeth at the fan and continues to the ring.* TH: Indeed the Punisher will team up with the Smokin' Vokoun later tonight, but right now they are opponents, though Vokoun could come in handy against Whitey, Inc.JK: Vokoun is a tough son of a bitch, but toughness is only part of the game when it comes to a ladder match. What's more, pretty much every single contestant in this year's Money in the Bank or Botch contest is a tough son of a gun in their own right.*Vokoun slides into the ring and stakes out a corner for himself.* MM: And the next contestant...*Professional Pirate - Muppet Treasure Island Soundtrack* *Mad Pirate Mulligan appears at the entrance in a cart fashioned as a mini-ship, flag adorned at the back and a cannon sticking out of the front.* TH: Then there's the Mad Pirate Mulligan.JK: He is a wily one in the ring, incorporating a surprisingly technical style, but I question if that has any place in a ladder match.*Mulligan points forward as the cannon rises and shoots out pyro into the air.* JK: On the other hand, he is allied with Viva, and that pretty much means Evil M too.*Mulligan gestures forward, and the "ship" cart moves to the ring, narrowly moving between the ladders.* TH: This match seems to be composed of three sides: Whitey Inc plus Viva, Vokoun and the Punisher, and Boiler Room Brawler.MM: Now entering the ring from the High Seas; weighing 265lbs; he is an employee of Whitey, Inc: The Mad... Pirate... Mulligan!*The cart stops in front of the ring. Mulligan steps up onto the cannon, walks to the apron, and then leaps over the top rope. He points his cutlass at the dangling briefcases before chucking it back into the cart.* *No World for Tomorrow - Coheed and Cambria* *Viva simply walks out to the ring. Nothing flashy - just a scowl on his face as he eyes Vokoun and Punisher.* TH: Perhaps the most controversial entrant in this year's Money in the Bank or Botch contest, Vincent Van Agony has been speaking his mind for the past month about conspiracies and how the WWCF brass has lost its mind.*Viva continues to the ring, taking his time.* JK: He may be onto something though. I mean, consider how he got into this match in the first place. This "Majority Shareholder" guy basically booked Viva to lose by setting him up with a partner that he knew wouldn't show up.MM: Now entering the ring hailing from Nakatomi Headquarters... Weighing 195lbs, he is an employee of Whitey, Inc.: Vincent... Van... Agony!*Viva walks up the ring steps, takes a look around the arena, and then crosses into the ring, joining up with Mulligan.* JK: His membership in Whitey, Inc will be vital to his victory tonight. They must work together to get those briefcases.*Rock You Like A Hurricane - The Scorpions* TH: His alliance with this man could certainly help...*Evil M comes out to the ring, with a microphone...* Evil M: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the most important match of the evening. Yes, more important than the WWCF Championship match. More important than the movie star battle royal. Dare I say, even more important than Lanny Poffo versus The Great Warrior!
Because unlike every year prior, this match will actually dictate the future of this company. Not like in 2008, when some chump by the name of… Trumpet Man? Saxophone Man? Meh, the name isn’t important. What matters is that he won this match and proceeded to do jack SQUAT!
In 2009, it was Tyfo. Yeah, he won the title, but he lost it a month later to one of the greatest Champions this company has ever seen! And since then? Aside from helping The Sam with his… “wrestling career,” he’s been yet another failure!
Then we have last year’s winners. Caleb Fourchon won a case, but he decided he didn’t need it. And he might have made the right call, because does anyone even remember the names of the other guys who won? We might as well have saved time last year and handed all the cases to Jonathan Michaels before the bell even rang!
And what the hell happened to the Tag Team title case?!
But this year, I can promise you one thing. The curse of the Money in the Bank briefcase comes to an end. Because tonight, I am walking out of here with the briefcase that holds my future, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to be the one reaping the benefits!
Mark my words…
The future is now.
The future is here.
The future…
Is Evil.*M drops the mic and enters the ring.* JK: Evil M is my "dog" in this race, just like at the Battle Bowl. He almost made it then, and this time he will make it.MM: Hailing from Rockland, Massachussetts; now entering the ring weighing 310lbs: Evil... M!TH: Evil M is taking himself in a new direction, and tonight could be just what he needs, especially to propel himself to the World Title.JK: And why shouldn't he? He's busted his ass here for years and barely even a whiff of the World Title.*Evil M crosses into the ring and high fives Viva before looking to the crowd and removing his sunglasses. He hangs his arm back, as if to toss them to the crowd, but then just whips them into his jacket pocket. He removes his jacket and hands it off.* TH: Well, he has a one in four chance tonight to do it.MM: And now, the final Money in the Bank or Botch contestant...*Rigorous Vengeance - Municipal Waste* *BRB walks out with his pipe wrench in hand.* JK: What is this? A hardcore ladder match?TH: BRB, just like the Punisher, just like Vokoun, came here to win, and there's no disqualification in these matches.MM: Now entering the ring; hailing from Rockford, Illinois; weighing 335lbs: Boiler... Room... Brawler!JK: He's surrounded by enemies tonight though. There's no way he'll get one of those briefcases.TH: He stands a chance with that pipe wrench.JK: Either way, I believe Vokoun when he says that Brawler is a has been. His time is gone and his star is fading.TH: Boiler Room Brawler has it in him to light this crowd on fire, King. We've seen him do it in the past.JK: What, with gasoline? We have an arsonist on the roster?TH: Oh will you stop?*BRB takes one look at everyone in the ring, and then drops his pipe wrench, going for a ladder and charging for the ring.* TH: Boiler Room Brawler wasting no time!*The bell rings, starting the match. Every man clears out of the ring for a ladder... except the Punisher.* JK: Hardly a head start though.TH: The Punisher stays behind...*BRB slides his ladder into the ring, but is promptly bashed by Vokoun.* TH: Vokoun with his barbwired 2x4!JK: Shouldn't have dropped your pipe wrench, BRB!*Viva takes Vokoun down with his own ladder.* TH: Van Agony with a ladder.JK: A good sneak attack.*Evil M slides his ladder into the ring, then tries to slide in, but Punisher is there to greet him with a baseball bat to the back.* TH: Oh!JK: Be more careful, M!*Mulligan pushes his ladder into the ring and makes it into the ring as Punisher turns his attention to him.* TH: Mulligan makes his move.*Viva presses forward against BRB, who sidesteps the ladder and grabs it.* TH: And Van Agony pressing the advantage...*Vokoun gets back up, places his head between rungs, grabs two more, and uses it to knock down BRB and Viva.* TH: But Vokoun takes control of the ladder.JK: Watch out Viva.*Mulligan baseball slides BRB's ladder at Vokoun, knocking him down.* TH: Vokoun is down! He could have broken his neck!JK: Then he shouldn't stick his head between ladder rungs.*Punisher sends Mulligan through the ropes with a bat to the back.* TH: But the Punisher brings up the rear.*Evil M stands up and hoists the Punisher over the top rope.* JK: Ha ha! But Evil M has the Punisher's number!*M grabs a ladder and sets it up while everyone gets up from their dogpile outside the ring...* JK: Evil M gets the pick of the litter tonight.TH: Remember, folks at home; inside those briefcases is a World Title shot, an Interforums Title shot, a Championship of Honor or Hardcore Title shot, and a pink slip.*Punisher slides into the ring as M climbs halfway up the ladder.* TH: Here comes the Punisher.*The Punisher yanks Evil M off and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep.* JK: Darn it.*BRB and Vokoun resist Viva's stomps and get up.* TH: Brawler and Vokoun won't have any of Viva.JK: Mulligan makes a wiser move though...*Mulligan slips around the corner and slides into the ring.* TH: Things not looking good for Viva...*BRB and Vokoun grab Viva by the throat and slam him against the apron, letting him fall to the ground before both sliding into the ring.* JK: He can take it.*Punisher returns to his feet and grabs Mulligan with a full nelson, lifting him into the air and hoisting him over the top rope onto Viva, who rolls out of the way.* TH: Punisher chucking the competition out...JK: Better luck next time, Mulligan.*Vokoun punches BRB...* TH: That alliance is quickly disbanded.*Evil M gets up. BRB whips Vokoun to the corner.* JK: They have issues to work out, clearly. But Evil M is up.*Viva gets up and grabs a ladder. Mulligan sits up and takes a moment to recover.* TH: Whitey, Inc regrouping...JK: They need to maintain their teamwork advantage for as long as possible.*Punisher roundhouse punches BRB to the ropes.* TH: Punisher seems to be loosely teaming up with Vokoun.*Vokoun backs away from the corner, but Evil M catches him with a neckbreaker.* JK: Then he needs to pick up the pace.*Vokoun tries to get up, but BRB elbow drops him in the back.* TH: Vokoun will need all the help he can get if he wants to win this and the Hardcore Championship tonight.JK: Or he just loses both of them - the simpler outcome.*Viva sets the ladder up against the top rope of the ring, getting Punisher's attention.* TH: Van Agony has a plan...*Evil M pushes the ladder in the ring onto Punisher's back.* JK: Take that Castle!*Punisher stumbles forward when Viva forces the ladder against the Punisher's face, knocking him to the mat.* TH: Van Agony and Evil M with a one-two blow to Frank Castle.*Mulligan slides into the ring and sets the ladder back to the center. He and Evil M exchange nods, and then climb the ladder together...* JK: Yes! Get those briefcases!TH: But BRB's up!*BRB runs up to the ladder and hoists it over.* JK: Oh no!TH: Timber!*Mulligan lands on his back with the ladder on top of him. TH: Evil M is out! That ladder is destroyed!JK: It ain't over till it's over, Hoss!*Vokoun, back on his feet, grabs BRB on the back of the head and bulldogs him onto the ladder, crushing Mulligan in the process.* TH: Vokoun killing two birds with one stone.JK: Not a good day for Mulligan either.*As the Punisher gets up, Viva slides into the ring.* TH: Two contestants return to the fray though.*Vokoun charges at Viva...* TH: But Vokoun's about to change-*Viva quickly counters Vokoun with a codebreaker...* JK: Excellent counter from Viva!TH: Vokoun's still up though!*Vokoun stumbles back, but remains on his feet. Viva kips up and takes Vokoun down with another codebreaker.* JK: Not anymore.*Punisher promptly fist drops Viva afterwards.* TH: But Punisher's there to take the pressure off.*Mulligan pushes the ladder off of himself and slides out of the ring to recover.* JK: At last Mulligan makes a move.*BRB gets up to spear the Punisher through the ropes onto a ladder outside.* TH: BRB with a spear! Punisher's back could be snapped!JK: Good! Now only Vokoun is there to stop Evil M and Whitey Inc.*Vokoun recovers and gets up only for Viva to grab him from behind for a lungblower.* JK: Scratch that. Ha!*Evil M starts to recover. BRB gets up off of Punisher to recover as well.* TH: BRB comes out of that spear pretty well.JK: But more importantly, Evil M lives, TH.*Mulligan grabs another ladder and slides it through the top and middle ropes, sliding in after them.* TH: The Mad Pirate Mulligan makes a move.*Viva grabs a ladder and slams it down on Vokoun.* JK: And Viva is turning the screws to Vokoun.*Punisher starts to recover as BRB gets up. Evil M is still not fully recovered, but Vokoun starts to. Viva whips the ladder around into an upright position to set it up with Mulligan's assistance.* JK: And the stage is set for Whitey Inc to make their move.*Viva and Mulligan are halfway to the top, when Vokoun gets up and BRB slides into the ring.* TH: Not if these two have anything to say about it.*BRB and Vokoun grab the ladder as Viva and Mulligan can only look down...* JK: Why can't they just take the other two?*BRB and Vokoun overturn the ladder, plunging Mulligan and Viva to the outside.* TH: Mulligan and Viva to the outside!JK: At least Evil M's getting up.*Punisher gets up, and Evil M starts to get up too. Vokoun drops a bionic elbow to BRB's head and then whips him to the ropes.* TH: Again, the temporary alliance is broken.*BRB counters with a whip of his own into the ladder between the top and middle ropes.* JK: BRB should thank Mulligan for that.*Vokoun crashes backfirst into it and stumbles towards BRB, who lifts him for a vertical suplex...* TH: BRB is really taking it to Vokoun.*BRB walks towards the ladder and slams Vokoun right onto it.* JK: And Vokoun expects to win two matches tonight?*BRB looks up at the briefcases, looks to the crowd, and points at them before setting up a ladder.* JK: Someone, anyone, stop BRB!TH: Why? With three briefcases left, that allows Whitey Inc and Evil M to take the rest.*Punisher grabs the ladder Vokoun landed on and slides it out of the ring, bringing the ladder smashing down to the ground, with Vokoun still on top.* JK: One moment - what's this from the Punisher?TH: This match is still technically every man for himself.JK: There may be more to the Punisher than I thought...*Evil M is back on his feet, still a little punch-drunk. Viva and Mulligan start to recover.* TH: He could have helped Vokoun though, because Whitey Inc and Viva are getting back up.JK: And they can catch BRB!*BRB is halfway up the ladder when Punisher slides into the ring with a ladder which he sets up next to BRB.* TH: Punisher's taking his chance now?JK: Not a bad idea.*Evil M runs around the ring and grabs a ladder.* JK: And Evil M looks like he'll join the party.*BRB is almost to the top, but Punisher bursts up his ladder to stop him.* TH: Punisher rushing to beat BRB to a briefcase.*BRB and Punisher exchange blows with each other while Evil M slides into the ring.* JK: Hurry up Evil M! Hurry while you have a 1 in 4 chance to grab a World Title shot!*Outside the ring, Mulligan, Viva, and Vokoun all start to get up. BRB chops Punisher.* TH: A mighty chop from Boiler Room Brawler.*Punisher hooks his arm around BRB's shoulder...* JK: What's Punisher doing?TH: Punisher with a Russian leg sweep off the ladder!JK: Get to the briefcases M!*Evil M sees Viva and Mulligan get up, and then points up at the briefcases...* JK: It's time now.*Viva and Mulligan slide into the ring and join Evil M in climbing the two ladders already set up in the ring.* JK: Just think: After these three take their briefcases, there'll just be the one left for three men to wrestle over.TH: Vokoun's back up though, King.*Vokoun grabs BRB and pulls him to the outside before sliding in himself.* JK: A rare smart move from Vokoun...*Evil M, Mulligan, and Viva are all almost within reach of the briefcases...* TH: This could be it for three title shots!JK: But here comes Vokoun!TH: Smokin' Vokoun with a German suplex off the ladder!JK: Not so fast, Hoss!*Viva lands belly-first against the top rope while Vokoun lands on his back.* JK: Viva could recover from this!TH: Vokoun's plan backfired!*Viva is poised to to skin the cat when Punisher gets up to attack Evil M and Mulligan...* JK: Get Castle, Viva!TH: Amazing athleticism from Vincent Van Agony!JK: Castle's not down!*Punisher stumbles forwards and rocks the ladders as Evil M and Mulligan reach for briefcases...* TH: Van Agony's lungblower is a wash!JK: If he could just...*Punisher flops forward while Viva kips up. BRB and Vokoun start to get up as well.* TH: One man down, but two are getting back up.JK: It's like whack-a-mole.*Evil M's grip slips and he drops off the ladder to prevent going down with the ladder.* JK: Darn. Evil M almost had it.*Mulligan dangles by the briefcase he grabbed...* TH: Mulligan has a briefcase! Mulligan has a briefcase!JK: Stop Vokoun, M!*Vokoun climbs up the ladder and jumps up at Mulligan, clutching him by the sides...* TH: Vokoun is hanging from Mulligan!JK: But Mulligan still has the briefcase!TH: Spinebuster! Spinebuster! Mulligan has to be dead!JK: But he has a briefcase!MM: Contestant Mulligan has taken a briefcase!TH: He's dead and he doesn't even know he got a briefcase!*Mulligan is laid out by Vokoun's spinebuster, but Evil M grabs the standing Vokoun by the throat with both hands and slams him back down.* JK: But Evil M is there to take Vokoun down a peg.*BRB slides into the ring...* TH: Here comes Boiler Room Brawler.*BRB takes Evil M down with a shoulder block.* TH: It's BRB's chance now!*Viva takes advantage of BRB's footing and takes him down by both legs. BRB falls facefirst to the mat.* JK: Or not.*Punisher pushes up from the mat with one arm, then forces himself back up when he sees Mulligan loosely holding a briefcase.* TH: Punisher forcing himself to fight now. He must fight harder now because his chances just when down by over ten percent.*Viva gets up, but Punisher takes him down with a big boot kick to the face.* JK: What do you mean?*BRB, Evil M, and Vokoun all get up.* TH: Six contestants and four briefcases means a sixty six percent chance of getting a briefcase in this match.JK: Right...*Punisher picks up Viva and lifts him up for a gorilla press, then throws him at all three men, who catch Viva.* TH: But when one man takes one briefcase, that makes it five men and three briefcases - a sixty percent chance of taking a briefcase. That's down six percent, a little over ten percent of his chances.*Evil M releases Viva but BRB and Vokoun fall forward for a double powerslam.* JK: So you're saying that the chances of winning go down for every briefcase?TH: Well, yes, but in a more technical sense.JK: I think you just want to sound smart.*Punisher capitalizes by axe handle smashing BRB in the back.* TH: More importantly though, King, the stakes rise with every briefcase taken.*Evil M turns Vokoun off of Viva and stomps a mudhole in him.* JK: Well Whitey Inc as taken one briefcase so far. Evil M and Viva still have a decent shot if they combine their efforts.TH: Combined efforts has been the name of the game tonight, Brawler being the exception.*Punisher turns Evil M around, punches him in the gut, hooks his arm around Evil M's head, and DDTs him to the mat.* TH: Punisher with a DDT to Evil M.*Mulligan finally comes to.* JK: Mulligan lives!TH: He may get to use that briefcase after all, assuming it isn't a pink slip.*Mulligan looks down at his briefcase, and then quickly rolls out of the ring.* JK: Getting the hell out of dodge is also a wise decision.*Punisher looks up at the briefcases, and then climbs a ladder. BRB recovers and rolls off of Viva.* TH: Punisher going for the briefcases now.JK: But BRB is there to stop him.*Punisher is almost in reaching distance of the belts when BRB gets up to punch him in the legs. Punisher kicks BRB away, but BRB keeps on him.* TH: BRB is trying his damnedest to win a briefcase all by himself.*Mulligan walks around the ring and climbs into the ship cart he entered in.* JK: Mulligan about to make the getaway.*BRB runs to the other side of the Punisher's ladder and starts climbing...* TH: BRB about to return a favor to the Punisher?*Viva grabs a rope to stand up, Vokoun pushes up from the mat, and Evil M rolls onto his back and sit up.* JK: But the others are starting to get up again.*Punisher reaches for a briefcase and tries to unlatch it, when Viva jumps up onto the second rope and rebounds off of it, kicking the Punisher square in the back, knocking him a couple of steps down the ladder.* TH: Another athletic maneuver from Vincent Van Agony.JK: He's light on his feet, and he has to use it to his advantage against such large competition.*Evil M backs up behind Punisher, reaches up, and grabs him by the waist...* JK: Yes, Evil M. Finish Castle for good!TH: But if BRB has the ladder...*BRB grabs the ladder and yanks it way from the Punisher. JK: Journey to Hell! Journey to Hell!TH: Against a ladder! Bah gawd! That man used to have a family!JK: And here comes Vokoun from behind!*Vokoun takes advantage of the moment by grabbing BRB from behind with a full nelson...* TH: Vokoun going for the Smoke Bomb!*Vokoun lifts BRB up, when Viva simultaneously runs by for a neckbreaker. Vokoun falls back with BRB's weight on top of him.* JK: Viva takes another good opportunity when he sees it.*Evil M points at Viva, then up at the three remaining briefcases. Viva nods and joins him in climbing the ladder. Mulligan sits in his cart and waits for them...* JK: Whitey Inc is about to clean house here.*Evil M and Viva pass the halfway point of the ladder when BRB gets up and grabs the ladder to push it over...* TH: Too bad for them BRB was hardly injured in that previous exchange.*Evil M jumps off the ladder and fist drops BRB in the head, knocking him to the mat.* JK: Well that oughta injure him.*Viva grabs a briefcase and starts unfastening it when Punisher and Vokoun start recovering.* TH: Van Agony's got a briefcase! He's got a briefcase!*Viva successfully unlatches the briefcase.* MM: Contestant Vincent Van Agony has taken a briefcase!JK: It's a good day for Whitey, Inc. Hopefully the good times only continue tonight.*Mulligan whistles to Viva.* JK: They got their briefcases. It's time to leave.TH: I know that look in Vokoun's eye though. He wants to get one more shot in.*Viva looks down on Vokoun starting to get up. He jumps down to bash Vokoun back to the mat.* TH: Vincent Van Agony getting one more shot in before leaving.*Viva runs over to Mulligan and climbs onto the ship cart. Mulligan starts the cart and drives away.* JK: Whitey Inc making the getaway. Hurry up and get your briefcase, M!*Evil M stands up to climb the ladder.* JK: That's the spirit!*BRB, Punisher, and Vokoun all start to return to their feet.* TH: But he now has three enemies getting back up.*Evil M drops down, but keeps his grip on the ladder...* JK: Looks like Evil M's gonna finish this for himself.*Evil M slamming the ladder into BRB and Vokoun, knocking them away, but the Punisher punches Evil M through ladder rungs, knocking him to the mat.* TH: Evil M got two, but Punisher clocks him in the solar plexus.*Punisher grabs the ladder and rests it against the ground...* TH: What's this?*Vokoun grabs the top half of the ladder and opens it up...* JK: I have a bad feeling about this.*BRB grabs Evil M and places him over the bottom half...* TH: Probably not half as bad as Evil M will feel in a-*Vokoun slams the top half down on Evil M.* TH: Bah gawd!*Evil M is in pain from the first slam, but Vokoun lifts the top and slams it down on Evil M again.* JK: This is pure sadism. The Smokin' Vokoun wants to end a man's career! He should be disqualified!*The Punisher turns on BRB, lifting him up for a mighty gorilla press...* TH: Look at the strength of the Punisher!*Punisher takes a step or two with BRB held up, when BRB slips down behind him...* TH: BRB slips out of the gorilla press!*BRB grabs Punisher with a full nelson, and facebusters him onto the ladder, crushing Evil M in the process.* TH: BRB kills two birds with one stone!*Vokoun delivers a bionic elbow to BRB's head, then another, and then another, making BRB stumble backwards.* JK: But Vokoun has his number.*Vokoun grabs BRB for a belly-to-belly suplex onto the ladder, crushing Evil M some more.* JK: And Vokoun delivers more pain to Evil M! Will his cruelty stop?*Vokoun opens up the ladder and shuffles Evil M off of it in order to set it up.* TH: Looks like it will, King. Looks like it will!JK: I hope the Smokin' Vokoun's fans are watching this and reflecting on whether they really should like him.*Vokoun starts climbing the ladder as Punisher and BRB recover.* TH: Well, he is about to get a briefcase. Don't you like that cutthroat attitude, King?*Vokoun reaches the top of the ladder and reaches for a briefcase, but they swing just out of his reach as BRB and Punisher get up.* JK: I love cutthroat competition, but not sadism and cruelty. Vokoun is the latter.*Vokoun reaches out a little too far and loses his balance, so he whips back to maintain balance on the ladder.* TH: Speaking of which, he looks like he's about to fall off of it.*BRB whips Punisher at the ladder...* JK: BRB rocks the boat!*Vokoun loses his footing and falls off into BRB's arms...* TH: Not a good position for Vokoun!JK: Crush him BRB!*Punisher uppercuts BRB in the chin. BRB drops Vokoun, who lands on his feet.* TH: But Punisher makes the save.*Punisher bends BRB over with a punch to the gut. Vokoun underhooks BRB's arms and DDTs him to the mat.* JK: More of this teamwork between them. Punisher really should remember that he isn't Vokoun's partner tonight. He's just in his corner.TH: Punisher seems to know what he's doing.JK: What's that? Getting slammed around and not getting briefcases?*Punisher and Vokoun look up at the briefcases and proceed to climb the ladder. Evil M starts to recover.* TH: Speak of the devil, King.*Punisher and Vokoun reach halfway up the ladder. Evil M grabs a rope to stand up. BRB starts to get up as well.* JK: It won't last, Evil M and BRB are getting up.*Punisher and Vokoun are near the top, both reaching for the briefcases, but still a little out of reach. Evil M and BRB are both on their feet.* TH: They are moments away from walking out with the final two briefcases.*Punisher and Vokoun take another step up, now within reach of the briefcases, but Evil M and BRB grab the ladder and tilt it toward the ropes...* JK: No, Gorilla. They're going down. They are going down.*Punisher and Vokoun fall of the ladder and land balls-first onto the top ropes, then fall back inside the ring.* TH: And it looks like a few things are going up.*Evil M immediately whips BRB to the ropes, then catches him with a powerslam.* JK: Evil M with a power slam. He looks like hell though.TH: Ladders will do that to you.*Evil M springs up, readjusts the ladder, and starts climbing...* TH: Evil M wasting no time.*BRB, Punisher, and Vokoun are out of commission while Evil M reaches the halfway mark...* JK: And he has no one to stop him. Well played. Evil M. Well played.*BRB turns over onto his front, while Punisher and Vokoun weakly push up. Evil M is at the top, reaching for a briefcase...* TH: Evil M has to choose one of two briefcases.*Evil M grabs a briefcase as BRB, Punisher, and Vokoun desperately get up to stop him...* JK: He has the briefcase! He just needs to unlatch it!TH: You think those three will let him?*BRB, Punisher, and Vokoun club at the ladder, but Evil M unlatches the briefcase.* JK: Yes!MM: Contestant Evil M has taken a briefcase!TH: Evil M has a briefcase. There's now one left, but three contestants. The odds are more stacked than ever before!*M calls for a mic. One is passed up the ladder to him* I told you! I told all of you!*M holds up the briefcase to a chorus of boos* I guaranteed I was leaving GookerMania with one of the cases and lo and behold, I AM!!!
Because you see, I am a man of my word! When I say I'm going to do something, I do it! And the next thing that I'm going to promise is that I will soon be a Champion once more! Whether it's the Hardcore title, the Championship of Honor, the Inter-Forum Title, or the biggest prize of all, the WWCF World Title...
It won't be long before there is gold around my waist again!
I guaran-freakin'-tee it!*Evil M tries to climb back down as BRB, Punisher, and Vokoun surround him. He hops down to bash BRB in the back, and then Vokoun's head. Punisher sidesteps a third attack, and gut punches Evil M as WWCF Officials yell at Evil M.* TH: Evil M pulls a Van Agony with his briefcase, angering WWCF officials.JK: He can leave. He has his briefcase. He has his glory.TH: Right you are, King, but Punisher has some business for Evil M on the way out.*Punisher grabs Evil M in the back, and then tosses him over the top rope while BRB and Vokoun take a moment to recover.* TH: Three contestants; one briefcase. That's a thirty three percent chance now.JK: You and percentages tonight.*Punisher leans against the ropes while BRB and Vokoun collect their wits.* TH: Now is not the time for recovery though, now is the time to press what advantages you can get.*BRB, Punisher, and Vokoun take one look at each other and go for their weapons.* JK: Here come the weapons!TH: The brutality is sure to ratchet up now.*All three men slide back into the ring. Punisher swings for BRB, who blocks with his pipe wrench, but Vokoun gets BRB in the belly with his barb wire 2x4.* TH: BRB has the mightiest weapon for sure, but he is facing an alliance.*BRB clutches his side but front kicks Vokoun away just before Punisher takes him down with a swing to the back.* TH: BRB is down. Now's their chance.*Punisher and Vokoun exchange glances, look down at BRB, then up at the last briefcase.* JK: But there is only one briefcase. This alliance cannot last.*Vokoun swings for Punisher, who blocks with his bat and then swings at the 2x4, disarming Vokoun.* TH: And it doesn't, but the advantage goes to the Punisher now...*Punisher bashes Vokoun in the belly, bending him over. He hooks his arm around Vokoun's head and DDTs him to the mat.* TH: Punisher with a DDT.JK: Leave him there. Get the briefcase, Castle.*Punisher looks up at the last briefcase and sets up a ladder while BRB starts to get up...* TH: Not if BRB has anything to say about it.*Punisher climbs up the ladder, but soon BRB is on the other side...* JK: This will be the Punisher's night. He played Smokin' Vokoun until the time was right, and BRB can't stop him now.*Punisher waits for BRB before they exchange punches.* TH: Punisher won't go down without a final fight though.*Punisher cross punches BRB in the face. BRB chops him back. Vokoun rolls onto his back to recover...* TH: These two titans are slugging it out at twenty feet, King!JK: All it will take is one good blow, Hoss! One good blow and the briefcase will be had!*BRB palm strikes Punisher, who stumbles a step. BRB takes another step up and starts reaching for the briefcase...* TH: And it looks like it's BRB's briefcase. He fought against the odds tonight...JK: Wait, what's Punisher doing?*Punisher grabs his knuckleduster from his pants...* JK: The knuckle duster! Punisher came with two weapons!*Punisher climbs back that one step. BRB swats him with another chop. Vokoun sits up...* TH: BRB's fighting back.JK: Vokoun's getting up!*Punisher punches BRB square in the temple...* TH: The Endgame! Endgame!*BRB falls onto Vokoun.* JK: Down goes Brawler!TH: It's your chance Punisher!*Punisher climbs another step, grabs the last briefcase, and unlatches it. The bell rings* *Punisher holds the briefcase over his head in victory.* TH: The Punisher did it! He got the last briefcase!JK: Brawler and Vokoun take home nothing!*Punisher climbs back down and pushes BRB off of Vokoun, helping him to his feet.* TH: Not quite, King. Vokoun still has to face the General of the Monkey Army tonight! Will he be able to do it?JK: He has the Punisher in his corner, and they have a while to recover, but the General will be fresh.*Punisher walks Vokoun out of the ring, leaving BRB knocked out in the ring.* TH: As for BRB, he looks completely incapacitated. EMTs are rushing in to take him to the hospital.JK: You don't think...TH: What?JK: Is it about to happen again?TH: What, King? What?JK: You know BRB and head trauma.TH: Well, we'll have to find out in the weeks to come. Hopefully he'll be all right, but Gookermania is off with a bang! The action's only started and we got so much more. Stay tuned!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2011 22:39:08 GMT -5
The day is mine! I'll take famous tities for 200. DOLLY PARTON!!
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Sept 26, 2011 22:39:39 GMT -5
I'll take $600.
Of the Vieo Daily Double.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Sept 26, 2011 22:41:49 GMT -5
Jesse King: They'd be crazy to stop watching now, Gorilla, since our first championship match of the night is next! Tim Hoss: The Championship Of Honor is on the line! The last time these two men met it ended with the champ, Ryan Blood, choking out Connor Mackenzie with his Krayt Dragon finisher. Will we see history repeat itself, or will we see Mackenzie avenge his loss and pick up his first title in the WWCF?
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Championship Of Honor! It will be held under Rules Of Honor, which are as follows...
Rule number one! The match will begin with a handshake. If one man tries to attack his opponent before the bell, the match is immediately thrown out!
Rule number two! If one man leaves the ring, he has a twenty count to return or the match ends. Fighting outside the ring will NOT be tolerated!
Rule number three! If one man intentionally tosses his opponent over the top rope, he will be disqualified! A wrestler's intent or lack thereof shall be determined by the official of record.
Rule number four! Moves which carry a high risk of head trauma shall not be allowed! Meaning no DDTs, no brainbusters, and no piledrivers of any kind! Strikes to the head are permitted.
Rule number five! This championship can change hands on a countout or disqualification!
Any lighting goes out as the roar of a dragon is heard over the arena speakers. Silence follows before music begins.
As "Let's go" is heard in the song, a pyro fireball erupts from the entry stage. As smoke billows up from where the fireball shot up, Connor Mackenzie walks through it wearing a new white hooded tabard as well as white wrestling pants with a red dragon stenciled on the side of each leg. Connor walks down the ramp then pauses to look around the crowd in the arena before starting to walk once more, extending his hands to slap fans offered hands.
Hoss: And here we are folks. Earlier last week I had an nice chat with Connor and if you ask me, King, I think this young man is probably a mix of feelings right now. No doubt he's excited but the way he's been preparing you would have to believe he's managing to keep his focus where it needs to be.
King: Ha! Connor Mackenzie is nothing but a loudmouth, green rookie who, frankly, I hope gets squashed like a big again by Ryan Blood.
Michael Muffer: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia and weighing in this evening at 225 lbs. "The Canadian Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!
When he reaches the ring, Connor hops onto the apron and climbs onto the outside of a corner. Raising his hand over his head he looks around. After a few seconds he pulls the hood back to show his red dragon scale facepaint around his eyes. His eyes instead of red are now white but still showing a lizard-like iris. He yells loudly before hopping down and takes his tabard off. Looking at the fans at ringside he walks to a young girl standing next to a boy. He offers it to her but motions for the two to share. They nod and smile brightly as they both hold onto the tabard. He ruffles their hair before sliding back into the ring.
Hoss: Those two young fans certainly seem to have had their night made now.
King: Ugh...what is this?! An ABC after-school special?
Michael Muffer: And his opponent...
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at 208 lbs. He is the WWCF Champion Of Honor....RYAN BLOOD!
Jets of blue flame flare up at the top of the entrance ramp, illuminating Ryan Blood, looking down. As the flames die down, the arena is bathed in blue lighting as Blood's head snaps up and he strides down to the ring, not acknowledging the fans and keeping his eyes locked on Connor. Blood climbs through the ropes as the lighting returns to normal. He removes his jacket and the Championship Of Honor title belt around his waist, handing them to referee Will Alphonzo.
Hoss: And here is a man who has certainly seemed to turn things around. His match against Caleb Fourchon perhaps silencing a few critics about him and the Championship of Honor which he was defending the integrity of.
King: Blood's ways have certainly changed. First he turns his back on Colt and The Pantheon, then giving a bunch of rookies and a few select others a chance to choose what match they're in? I'm really starting to wonder about him and this "mysterious" Mr. Anonymous Majority Shareholder Guy.
Championship of Honor Ryan Blood vs. Connor Mackenzie
Alphonzo folds the straps of the Championship of Honor and holds it in front of Connor before holding it over his head for the crowd to see. Handing the belt to the timekeeper. Starting off Alphonzo calls for the two men to shake hands. Staring at each other they do so and then back up to their respective corners as the bell is called for.
Hoss: And this title match is officially under way folks!
Connor and Ryan circle the ring, glaring, before meeting in the middle to lock up. After a quick jostle, Ryan shoves Connor away only for Connor to come back in for another lockup. Ryan moves to put Connor in a hammerlock.
Connor quickly counters by slinging an arm back and pulling Ryan into a headlock takedown and releases. Both men jump back to their feet quickly, Ryan running at Connor who gives a quick arm drag. Ryan rolls to his feet and runs at Connor again who gives another deep arm drag to Ryan who skids on the mat to a corner and slowly gets to his feet, eyeing Connor intently as he does.
Hoss: And a quick start to this match, King!
King: *Audible yawn* Huh? What? Sorry I think I need a sip of my soda.
Ryan rubs his chin lightly, perhaps in thought, before the two of them lock up once more. This time Ryan takes Connor and plants him with a headlock takedown. Connor struggles but manages to get his legs around to scissor Ryan's head and pry him off his head. Using the momentum, Ryan manages to get his feet under him and flip to attempt a pin.
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2!
Kickout!
King: Now that was a bit more exciting!
Hoss: You're just excited that Mackenzie almost lost aren't you?
King: Is it really something you need to ask now?
Connor releases the scissor and rolls, Ryan follows him and gives a rolling elbow just as Connor gets to his feet. Grabbing an arm, Ryan whips Connor into the ropes then planks, Connor hops over and rebounds off the ropes again. As Connor comes back though Ryan picks him up, giving a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.
King: Ha! Eat it Mackenzie!
Connor winces, arching his back as he falls to his side from Ryan's knee. Following up, Ryan moves to help Connor up, then slaps a side headlock on. Connor's hands go up as he tries to pry Ryan off to no avail.
Hoss: Ryan Blood certainly seeming to be trying to slow Mackenzie down in this bout.
King: As much as I hate to admit it, he's using more of that strategy he seemed to be using when these two last met.
Ryan grinds against the side of Connor's head roughly, Connor wincing more and teeth gritted as he manages to push Ryan into a corner. The ref calls for the two to break up. As the two begin to separate, Connor deals a hard knife-edged chop to Ryan's chest. Ryan cringes and Connor pulls him in for an irish whip into the opposite corner. Ryan reverses however and Connor hits the turnbuckle and bounces off. Ryan is waiting and scoops Connor up and delivers a quick body slam.
Ryan moves to pick Connor up once more but Connor's feet move to plant firmly into Ryan's chest, sending him back and falling to the mat. Both men get to their feet and look to try and scoop each other but Connor manages to power through and slam Ryan down this time with authority.
Connor moves quickly to start to pick Ryan up but Ryan comes back with a hip toss and locks another headlock onto Connor.
Hoss: And another quick exchange between these two!
King: Alright, maybe that was a little impressive. But I'm still thirsty. Where's that damn soda?
Connor manages to thrust Ryan off of him, sending Ryan into the ropes. Ryan comes off and hits a cross body onto Connor. Ryan pins Connor once again.
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2!
Kickout!
Hoss: Another close call there. Blood almost pinning the young challenger once again.
As Connor kicks out, he pushes Ryan off of his chest. Ryan rolls under the bottom rope and starts to get up on the apron as Connor gets to his feet.
King: Oh, looks like Blood's using that advantage again maybe?
Connor starts to move to Ryan but the ref moves to put a hand up to stop Connor. The momentary distraction allows Ryan to hit a shoulder block to Connor's mid-section, causing him to double over. Ryan then launches himself over the top rope for a sunset flip.
King: Haha! Fooled him!
As Ryan struggles to get Connor to fall Connor reaches out and grabs onto the middle rope to steady himself and falls to pin Ryan. Letting go of the rope Connor tries to force his weight down.
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Blood manages to bring his legs up, pulling Connor's arms back and going for a pin of his own.
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Kickout!
Hoss: Bah gawd, what a display by these two tonight! Neither man wanting to give the other too much of an advantage here.
King: They've already doubled the pin attempts that we saw in their first match!
Both men to get to their feet, Connor just before Ryan and lays another chop against Ryan's chest with a resounding slap heard throughout the arena. Ryan clutches his chest as he turns and walks around the ring. Connor follows and throws Ryan into the nearest corner.
Connor gives Ryan another chop to the chest, then another before backing off. Ryan's chest starting to show redness from the chops contrasting against his pale skin. Connor makes a "shh" motion to the crowd before spitting on his right hand and laying one more hard slap on Ryan as he brought his defense down. Ryan slumps against the ropes clutching his chest.
Hoss: Dear lord! What a sound that made!
King: I think Ryan's chest is going to start looking like a tomato with some growth around it pretty soon!
Connor moves about the ring before starting a charge at Ryan in the corner. Ryan however stops the charge as he brings a foot up, planting it squarely in Connor's face which stops him and gets him turned around. With his back to Ryan, Ryan takes the opportunity and charges. Latching on to Connor's head he looks to try and hit a bulldog. Connor manages to pull his head out just before Ryan launches into the air. Stopping on his feet, Ryan turns to receive a boot to the gut. Connor follows up with a double underhook brainbuster. King: No! Don't let this monkey win with another ripped off move!
Hoss: What folks may not know is that the lesser known "Michinoku Driver" was just made!
King: He's still ripping it off! Michinoku should sue!
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Kickout!
Connor falls back, holding up a hand to Will Alphonzo to ask if it was three to which he shakes his head and holds up two fingers. Connor rolls to his side as Ryan's eyes blink quickly and his head shakes the cobwebs out.
Getting to his feet, Connor starts to pick Ryan up. As Ryan starts to rise though his hands reach out and latch onto Connor's head. Dropping, Ryan hits a jawbreaker causing Connor to stumble, clutching his jaw and turn away from Ryan.
Hoss: Desperation move by Blood!
King: That'll teach that cheating canuck!
Ryan rubs his head a bit as Connor starts to turn around to face his opponent, swinging out with a right to hit nothing but air. Ryan rises up from ducking, hooking Connor and launches him over his head with a Ura-nage.
Both men are laying on the ground, spent from their respective assaults on one another. Will Alphonzo looks at the two of them before starting a ten count. Both start to stir at 4, Ryan getting to his feet with the aid of the ropes at 7 while Connor groggily stands. As Connor turns, Ryan hits a roundhouse kick which sends Connor back to the mat. Moving over Connor's body, Ryan picks him up, then irish whips him into a corner.
Hoss: Unbelievable! These two competitors have not stopped since the start and now both are nearly spent!
Ryan moves to the opposite corner, then gets a running start before launching into Connor and hits a stinger splash. Connor bounces against the turnbuckle and ropes, being launched from the hit right into a waiting Ryan as he hits a superkick which crumples Connor into the corner once again.
Hoss: Superkick! Superkick! Bah gawd he nearly took his head off with it!
King: Do it again Blood! Nothing like seeing the two of you beat each other senseless!
Not letting up on the offense, Ryan hoists Connor up to his feet then snapmare's him to the mat, leaving him in a sitting position in the middle of the ring before climbing a turnbuckle.
Hoss: Blood appearing to be going high risk here folks!
The ref warns Blood as he climbs but Ryan ignores him as he gets to the top and launches himself, hitting a missle dropkick to Connor's back, causing to lurch forward and stay prone with his face on the mat. Scrambling, Ryan goes for the pin.
Hoss: Sweet jebus this could be it! It could be over!
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2!
KICKOUT!
King: WHAT!? No way! How did he kick out of all of that!? I want to see a replay on that!
Ryan's face shows a look of absolute shock as his hand moves to wipe hairs from the front of his face. His eyes staring at the ref and holding up the same fingers Connor had a few minutes before but Alphonzo emphatically shakes his head and holds up only two fingers.
Hoss: I have no idea how but I think Mackenzie just dug down deep there. I think tonight he's already backed up the words he spoke last week!
Taking on a determined look, Ryan moves to pick Connor's body up and whips him into a corner. Connor slumps in the corner as Ryan takes his time and then measures Connor up and hits a shoulder into Connor's gut. Hitting a second, then a third Ryan seems to take a moment to catch some breath before hitting Connor with a right before hoisting him up to sit on the turnbuckle.
King: Looks like Ryan's going high-risk again here, Gorilla! No doubt he wants to put this away.
Hoss: I have to say that it looks like King is right. Blood setting Connor Mackenzie up for something big by the looks of it.
Ryan starts to climb, propping Connor up to get him to stand and start prepping him for what appears to be a superplex. As Ryan starts to lift to attempt it, Connor stops it then hits Ryan in the side with a punch, then another. Ryan slips off the top rope but manages to catch himself on the second rope. He climbs back up, but Connor gets a grip on his head and then springs off the ropes to flip overtop of Ryan while still maintaining his grip, pulling him off the ropes and hitting a SUPER NECKBREAKER! The ref jumps off his feet as both men land on the mat hard, with Ryan landing hardest right on his neck
Hoss: Bah! BAH GAWD! KING DID YOU SEE THAT?!
King: I can't believe it! Where the @$!% did that come from!
Ryan moves first, clutching the back of his neck. The redness on his chest now quite visible from the earlier chops Connor gave to him. Connor slowly rolls to his side, pushing up with his hands, then to a knee and finally both feet as the ref gets to an eight count. Ryan gets up right after and swings a right that connects with Connor's head. Connor retaliates with another chop to Ryan's chest. Another punch, followed by another chop, then a third from each. Then on the fourth punch attempt, Connor blocks, hitting a final chop to Ryan who turns, his fingers gingerly touching his chest as it appears that blood marks might have started to appear on his chest.
Ryan turns once he sees a small speck of blood on his fingers, looking angry with his teeth gritted only to be met with a standing dropkick. Ryan falls over and rolls, getting stopped by the nearby ropes as Connor starts to pick himself up. Ryan gets to his feet as Connor turns back to face his opponent. Ryan tries to run at him but is met with a flapjack that has him land on his sore chest.
Hoss: I can't believe the sheer force of will these two men are showing. Mackenzie seeming to have dug down deep to get that second wind now.
King: I thought I smelled something that stunk, Gorilla.
Connor is on his feet now and lets out a loud yell, his eyes wide as he moves over to Ryan, going for his feet. Holding one in each hand, Connor steps in between them and crosses the feet in front of his chest. As Connor crosses the feet though, Ryan pulls his feet down, then launches Connor back. Connor stumbles, hitting the ropes and bouncing off. Ryan planks and Connor hops over to the opposing rope which allows Ryan to get to his feet.
Hoss: Mackenzie looking to have attempted the sharpshooter there but I'd say Blood had that one scouted quite well.
As Connor comes towards him, Ryan launches his leg out for another superkick. Connor manages to catch the foot however, Ryan now hopping on one foot holds up his hands but Connor shakes his head and gives a dragon screw legwhip. Ryan spins and lands on the mat, his hands going to his knee as Connor gets to his feet and starts to pick Ryan up. Ryan latches on and goes for the roll up.
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2!
KICKOUT!
King: The ol' possum routine!
Connor is on his side as Ryan tries to get to his feet as quickly as he can, his leg showing a little bit of a limp before he hits a kick to Connor's mid-section. Connor clutches his stomach as Ryan moves to pick him up. Ryan winds back and hits another rolling elbow, Connor staggers and Ryan spins once again hitting a discus clothesline.
Hoss: Blood with authority on that clothesline!
Ryan is breathing heavily as he lays on his forearms, Connor sprawled on the mat beside him. Getting to his feet, Ryan seems to motion that he's setting up something. Drips of blood are visible as crimson on his skin even though the area of his chest is only a slightly lighter shade then his blood. Blood picks Connor up and locks him into an inverted facelock before hitting a neckbreaker. Following up he puts Connor into a dragon sleeper.
Hoss: KRAYT DRAGON! RYAN BLOOD HAS THE KRAYT DRAGON LOCKED IN!
King: Tap Mackenzie! Tap like a dancer!
Ryan can be seen shouting for Connor to tap as Connor struggles. Will Alphonzo checks but Connor refuses to tap.
Hoss: Mackenzie not budging it would seem! He may be starting to pass out soon though!
King: That would be amazing! Both men beaten to a pulp and Connor Mackenzie being carted out of Gookermania unconcious!
Ryan continues to keep the hold on as Alphonzo is positioned to see any indication of a tap. Connor struggles a bit more but his arms start to slow. Ryan seems to take a bit of satisfaction as he starts to lift Connor up, then attempts to slam Connor's neck onto his knee but Connor's legs seem to lock.
Hoss: What's this now!? Blood seeming to be having some difficulties!
King: Hit him again damnit! I want him laying in a puddle of his own drool!
Ryan's expression goes from satisfied to angry as he attempts to do a neckbreaker again only to be stopped just short again. Ryan tries to apply pressure to Connor's back and pushes. Letting out a yell Ryan starts to lift Connor once again. Connor rises with Ryan, his legs springing to life and rises up over Ryan's head, bending over as Connor flips over Ryan's head. Curling around, Connor latches on to Ryan's own head then and makes his last movement to snap down behind Ryan, or rather, his legs onto Ryan's back, hitting a backcracker.
Hoss: HOLY $@!% MACKENZIE GOING FOR THE GRIP OF THE DRAGON!
King: Oh my god! NO! HE CAN'T!
Connor's arms latch onto Ryan, identical to Ryan with a dragon sleeper as Ryan's back is arched against Connor's still raised knees. Ryan struggles, his arm trying to reach out in desperation, his feet sliding and kicking to try and reach a rope only to come up just short. Connor's feet plant onto the mat, halting any more momentum on Ryan's part as Ryan's arms start to slow. Alphonzo, just as he was getting to his feet, slides back down checking with Ryan.
Hoss: This is unbelievable! I've never seen anything like this in my career!
King: I didn't want to see it! Make me un-see it, Gorilla!
Connor seems to take the last amount of energy he has and pulls back as hard as he can, letting our a roar. Ryan struggles once more but seems resigned as he realizes his predicament. Holding up his one free hand in the air he finally brings it down on Connor's shoulder.
Hoss: He did it! HE DID IT! CONNOR MACKENZIE HAS WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF HONOR!
King: NOOOO! *King seems to genuinely be crying*
Hoss: King, that was quite possibly one of the hardest fought matches I think I've ever seen! How can you not be at least a little impressed?!
King: You'd be upset too if you were now out $500!
Referee will Alphonzo immediately turns and calls for the bell as Connor relinquishes the hold. His eyes wide almost in disbelief over what just transpired. As Connor sits on the mat, he looks to Ryan then feels the referee begin to lift his arm, then places the Championship of Honor belt upon his chest. Looking down, Connor's free hand touches the belt as he starts to slowly get to his feet. Looking up he holds the belt over his head as his eyes glisten. His facepaint nearly removed completely.
Hoss: No doubt that Gookermania is the biggest night in this company but I think we just witnessed what may be one of the defining moments here.
As Connor's music starts the ref lets go of his arm. Connor immediately falls to his knees as he holds the belt in his hands, looking at it before he looks to Ryan Blood wincing and trying to roll to his side. Setting the belt down, Connor slowly, painfully gets to his feet and moves to Ryan, starting to help him up. Ryan balks at first, thinking that Connor is attacking again but soon realizes that is not the case. As both men get to their feet, Connor raises Blood's hand and points to him with his free one. Turning with him he does to the same for all the sides of the ring before letting Ryan's hand down. As Ryan starts to turn though, Connor holds him in place. Ryan stops and looks down at Connor's hand still on his wrist before it is removed and instead a handshake offered.
Hoss: After all this, after that contest of wills and strength and determination, Connor Mackenzie still offers the hand of sportsmanship.
King: Again?! God, I feel like somebody should be playing some sappy music about now. Hey, I found my soda!
Ryan looks out at the crowd, then back to Connor finally before nodding and accepting the hand. Giving it a solid shake. Ryan gives a final nod before slowly moving to exit the ring. Connor now left to his own as he bends down to pick the Championship of Honor belt back up and move to a corner. Climbing to the second rope, Connor lifts the title belt above his head by the strap and lets out a triumphant yell.
*Backstage a camera pans around to show Aaron Enigma teaching Jerry Fish how to pose with his magnifying glass. Jerry notices the camera and stops*
Jerry - I'm backstage with the Head Detective, Aaron Enigma! Now Aaron, tonight you are in a battle royale with some newcomers, the winner of which stars in the first ever WWCF movie. Are you excited for the movie?
Aaron - Honestly Jerry, I don't really want to star in the movie. It would keep me away from WWCF longer than I have been to do the filming. So I'm saying now, if I win the battle royale, whoever gets eliminated last can star in the film.
Jerry - Sounds like you don't have that confidence you will win Aaron.
Aaron - *laughs* I know just as well as anyone not to underestimate the newcomers, Jerry. I jumped right into the main event scene thanks to a couple upset wins because people underestimated my ability. I won't be doing that with the newcomers. Besides, what better way to welcome them to WWCF than to fight with them in the ring for the WWCF Galaxy to see? I'm just as excited as they probably are to get in that ring and show what they can do.
Jerry - Oh so this is kind of a "Welcome to WWCF here's some pain in a basket for you?"
Aaron - Well I wouldn't put it like that, but I'm certainly not going to take it easy on them, Jerry. I have to show the same intensity I once had in WWCF before. I've been training a lot since then, and I hope my training pays off. Besides I'm sure a clearer message was never sent to someone than a Brilliant Deduction.
Jerry - You'd be right about that, anything else you want to say before we go?
Aaron - Just one thing. Tonight you will all bear witness to a new era in WWCF, when my good friend, Jonathan Michaels becomes the new WWCF Heavyweight champion. I'm still taking on all challengers that want to try and mess up that match or its finish as well. If you think you have what it takes, by all means come down to the ring during the match and I'll give you a personal lesson on pain and suffering, much like I endured my first few months here in WWCF. Make no mistake, I'm not pulling any punches in this business anymore. If you want to get in my way, that's fine, but don't go crying back to your mommy if I leave you broken on the floor. It's not rocket science, it's elementary.
*Aaron walks off the camera as Jerry goes back to practicing his pose*
Tim Hoss: That was Head Detective Aaron Enigma, recently returned to the World WrestleCrap Federation and just one of the participants in the battle royal that's about to start!
Michael Muffer: The following contest is a battle royal match where the winner receives the starring role in the WWCF's first full length motion picture! Introducing first...
Hoss: And here we are folks, the battle royal to determine who will be the WWCF's first movie star! Quite exciting to see don't you think, King?
King: Frankly I'm not sure I'd want to see any of these guys in a movie, not even the one being considered being made. Biodome 2?! Why don't we just burn a pile of cash right here. That would be more entertaining and stink a lot less.
*Feuer Frei - Rammstien *
Michael Muffer: His origins, unknown he weighs in at 250lbs. Commando 1985!
As the music plays, the lights in the arena go dark. A lone figure walks out from the entry way straight to the ring with a towel draped over his head. Sliding under the bottom rope, he stands and removes the towel, tossing it to the crowd as the lights come back up.
Hoss: And here comes the first man hoping to win that opportunity. All but one of the men competing in this match are in their first Gookermania.
King: So in other words we should expect a snore fest right?
Hoss: I'd hardly call that a fair assumption, King. These men all have something to prove here and I can't think of a better stage then this!
Michael Muffer: And his opponent...
A siren can be heard over the speakers in the arena now.
*"Indestructible" by Disturbed *
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing in at 245 lbs. "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen !
Hoss: “The Brainbuster” Jason Allen certainly had quite a debut last week competing in the cage match. While he wasn't able to get one of the chances there I'm sure he's looking to make up for it with his showing tonight.
King: Another loud mouth who's needs to be put in his place if you ask me. I'd love to know what WWCF talent scouts were thinking when they decided to bring this guy in.
As the opening guitar notes play, The Brainbuster comes onto the entry stage. Looking to the ring he smirks lightly before walking down and sliding under the bottom rope. He allows the ref to check him over then waits for the other participants.
Michael Muffer: And their opponent...hailing from San Diego, California and weighing in at 215 lbs., Zombo!
*Oingo Boingo - It's a Dead Man's Party*
King: Come to mention my earlier comments about stinking...I was never hoping to know what a decomposing corpse smelled like.
Hoss: This young man I've heard has shown quite a bit of promise as well King. He's even had a few choice words for one Jeremy Dupoe this past week. King:Yeah, Dupoe no doubt wanted to bottle Zombo up in preservatives for study.
As Zombo makes his appearance on the entry stage he stumbles for a few steps then seems to come to life and run the rest of the way. Sliding under the ropes he moves quickly to a corner and climbs it, finishing by flipping off to land back on his feet.
Michael Muffer: And their opponent, making his return to the WWCF and hailing from Strafford, NH. He weighs in this evening at 230 lbs. "The Head Detective" Aaron Enigma!
*Cry for Help by Shinedown*
Hoss: And what an ovation here! A former WWCF Heavyweight champion he has been away only to make his in-ring return at the biggest stage of them all. The Head Detective is back on the case!
King: How about he solves the case of where he's been all this time? He comes waltzing back in and here he is at Gookermania trying to get a starring part in the company's first movie?!
Purple pyro goes off before Aaron appears holding up his magnifying glass out on the entrance ramp. He brings the magnifying glass to his face and looks through it as he points to the crowd. Walking down the ramp he high fives the crowd along the way, pausing to give a lucky fan his magnifying glass and fedora. Turning back to the ring he slides under the rope and heads for a turnbuckle, posing for the crowd.
Michael Muffer: And their opponent, hailing from The Mountain Kingdom and weighing in at 227 lbs. The Mountain King!
*Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross - In The Hall of the Mountain King *
As his music plays, The Mountain King comes out onto the stage, smoking. Pacing back and forth he seems to be muttering to himself before pausing and looking to his opponents. Stomping out his cigarette he starts to head down the ramp. Taking off his coat he hands it to a ring attendant before sliding in and taking a position at a corner away from everyone else, shaking and showing signs of withdrawl as he looks at the opponents once again.
King: And I thought TMK looked awful before. It looks like he's about half way through an all-night bender.
Hoss: No doubt the absence of his paramour, Lenore has something to do with that, King. We have yet to hear anything from her since her leaving him a few short weeks ago.
King: And by the looks of it if he's heard anything from her I'd wager it wasn't anything good.
Michael Muffer: And their last opponent, hailing from the rafters and weighing in at 215 lbs. The Black Rose!
*Kiss From a Rose Seal*
Hoss: And here is a young man making his debut tonight. What a night to make a debut. This is sure to be a great start to Gookermania.
King: Heh, I think I smell something else, Gorilla. Copyright infringement. Haha!
The song can be heard over the speakers as the arena takes on the coloring of black and gold. A man can be seen rappelling down from the rafters to the entry ramp. Landing securely he unfastens himself and hands a rose to a nearby lady fan. On his free arm is a crow that he sends back skyward to the rafters before sliding under the ropes and enters the ring.
Aaron pairs off against TMK, while Black Rose and Zombo lock up. In the corner, Allen and Commando 1985 immediately begin trading punches. Zombo shoots Rose into the ropes, back body drop! TMK throws a punch at Aaron, who blocks it and retaliates with one of his own! After a few more punches, he bounces off the ropes, nailing Mountain King with a flying forearm! King goes down. In the corner, Commando 1985 tries to lift Allen over the top rope, but “The Brainbuster” fights him off with an elbow to the temple!
Hoss: And here go folks! A quick start to this battle royal it would seem as all the men have squared off! Who do you have in this one King?
King: Do I have to pick any of them? Frankly whoever wins, I think the rest of us still lose.
Hoss: My apologies folks, King appears to be a little upset over the fact that he was turned down for a role.
King: I could have been a huge box office success! Those hacks in casting wouldn't know talent if it bit them in the a-
Hoss: A few men seem to have the early advantage here!
Zombo runs up behind Commando and tries to eliminate him, but Commando kicks him low, then fells him with a clothesline! Allen pulls Black Rose up and shoots him into the corner. He charges, but Black Rose moves! Allen crashes into the corner, then Aaron tries to dump him! Allen again staves off elimination, as Black Rose delivers a standing dropkick to Commando 1985! Rose stops for a moment to soak it all in, but Mountain King runs up behind him and tosses him out!
Hoss: And there is the first elimination of the evening! The Black Rose has been tossed over by The Mountain King! Maybe he was playing a little role of his own, King and had folks underestimating him?
King: Bah, I've seen better acting from the monkey that co-starred with Clint Eastwood!
Black Rose has been eliminated!
Mountain King shakes and falls back to the mat, Zombo kicks him in the back of the head! Commando 1985 clubs Zombo from behind, then snap suplex’s him! Allen and Aaron battle near the ropes, neither man wanting to be the next to go. Commando 1985 pulls Mountain King up, atomic drop! As King staggers around the ring, Commando drops him with a big boot! Commando salutes the crowd…
Then gets tossed over the top rope by Zombo!
King: Haha! That's what you get for taking your eye off the prize!
Hoss: And our second elimination of the match! Commando 1985 seemed to have been picking up some steam but his momentary salute to the crowd seems to have cost him dearly.
Commando 1985 has been eliminated!
Zombo stomps around the ring, then delivers a pair of chops to Enigma and Allen! The two men turn, then simultaneously kick Zombo in the midsection, before suplexing him over the top! But Zombo lands on the ring apron! Allen runs at Zombo, who grabs him and flips him over the top as well. The two trade punches on the apron, then Allen attempts to suplex Zombo back in. Zombo blocks it, and Enigma dropkick’s both men, knocking them to the floor!
Hoss: Bah gawd! What a double elimination! Enigma with the dropkick!
King: Great, now what do we have left? The crackhead and the man who called in sick for over a year.
Zombo and “Brainbuster” Jason Allen have been eliminated!
Enigma looks over at Mountain King, who is twitching in the corner. Enigma walks towards him, as King simply shivers a little. Aaron pulls him up by the neck and goes to eliminate him, but Mountain King puts on the brakes! He grabs Aaron, scoop slam! Instead of following up, though, TMK lays on the mat, looking worse for wear after the move.
Hoss: What's TMK doing!? He needs to follow up if he's going to have that part!
King: Frankly it almost looks like he's having a seizure or something. Maybe he ran out of the good stuff and decided to huff some baking sugar instead?
TMK slowly starts to pull himself up, then resorts to crawling across the ring. He calls out for Lenore, but to no avail. In the meantime, Aaron has made it back to his feet. He pulls TMK up and lifts him over his head. He expects a fight, but King just limply dangles in the air, waiting to be eliminated. Instead, Aaron drops him to the mat, then picks him up. With a look of disgust on his face, he tosses TMK over the top rope.
King: Oh for the love of...he lost because of the girl?!
Hoss: It's over! Aaron Enigma has won it!
The Mountain King has been eliminated! The winner of this match, Aaron Enigma!
*Suddenly the lights go out and an electronically disguised voice booms through the arena*
[glow=gray,2,300] This is the Majority Shareholder with a message to the WWCF Galaxy:
Gookermania IV will be the end of an era, while I usher in a new one this Niteraw.
The first change of the new era: Number One Contenderships go on the line every month.
Hardcore.
Honor.
Tag Team.
Interforums.
World.
The new era of the WWCF will be dominated by the supreme, as I do over the entire company.
See you all next week. [/glow]
*The lights come back on*
Tim Hoss: Who could this new Majority Shareholder be, and when will he--or she, for that matter--reveal his or her identity! Jesse King: Whoever it is, Gorilla, we'd better not have to wait too damn long! If there's one thing I know from watching a certain other promotion, it's that fans get sick of not knowing who's calling the shots and hearing from an anonymous ANYTHING after a while!
Tim Hoss - Up next is a match with a lot of history. Jesse King - And tonight history will be made, The Great Warrior will destroy Lanny Poffo. Tim Hoss - 2 years ago Lanny Poffo was hired by The Sam to be his coach. But then the 2 became friends. Then The Sam did the impossible and won the Interforum title. He lost the title less than a month later to Cageking. But The Sam blamed Lanny for the loss. Lanny was fired and The Sam went on to become The Great Warriors financial consultant. Well Lanny is back, and he is looking to do what may be impossible. He is looking to humiliate The Great Warrior, and thereby humiliate The Sam. Jesse King - "May be impossible"? it IS impossible. The Great Warrioir is on the winning streak of a lifetime thanks to the services of The Sam. Lanny is a never was been. It's going to be 1 sided squash.
Micheal Muffer - The following contest is set for 1 fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first; (out steps The Sam, he starts walking to the ring by himself only to turn around and notice The Great Warrior is not following him. The Sam runs back and pulls The Great Warrior from behind the curtain.) From deepest, darkest, deadliest parts of Parts Unkown. Weighing in at 229 lbs. Accompanied by his "financial consultant" The Sam, THE GREAT WARRIOR!!! (Warrior enters the ring snarling away as The Sam talks to him)
Tim Hoss - You bring up this winning streak Jesse, but the way I see it is that Great Warrior has been fighting nothing but jobbers for the past few months, fed to him by his manager The Sam. Jesse King - First off, The Sam is a "Financial consultant" not a Manager. Secondly, are you saying that guys like Boxcar Joe and La Cucaracha are not world class athletes? Tim Hoss - That's exactly what I'm saying, but tonight The Great Warrior faces an actual wrestler in Lanny Poffo, and tonight is were he proves that he is more.
Micheal Muffer - And his opponent; ("No More Mr Nice Guy" by Alice Cooper blares over the speakers as Lanny Poffo makes his way through the curtain wearing blue trunks, blue knee pads and a black arm band) Micheal Muffer - At the height of 6'2, weighing in at 240lbs. Residing in Largo, Florida. LANNY POFFO! [/color] Poffo enters the ring and The Great Warrior immediatly starts attacking Lanny. Lanny fends off Warrior and pushes Warrior away. Warrior goes to dive at Lanny buts Lanny ducks as Warrior flies over the top rope and onto the floor. Warrior gets to his feet as Lanny taunts Warrior to enter the ring again. Warrior slides in and Lanny puts a front face lock on Warrior. Warrior gets to his feet with Lanny still clinching the face lock. Warrior spears Lanny into the turnbuckle and shoulder spears him again into the turnbuckle. Warrior heads across the ring to deliver a splash, but Lanny once again ducks sending Warrior to the turnbuckle. Lanny climbs up to the 2nd rope and starts punching away as the fans count with each punch. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 ...10 Lanny jumps down and hits Warrior with a snap suplex. Lanny goes for the pin. 1 2 kickout Tim Hoss - Lanny having the upper hand early in the match.Jesse King - This is going to be like Ali/Frasier. Lanny will just wear himself out and Warrior will go in for the kill.Warrior gets to his feet as Lanny locks on a headlock. Warrior steps back and sends Lanny off the ropes. Lanny comes back as Warrior ducks. Lanny leap frogs Warrior coming back with a big clothesline. Warrior rolls towards the ropes and ends up on the apron. Lanny whiplashes the ropes sending Warrior back inside the ring. Lanny locks on a trapezius claw but the Warrior puts his foot on the ropes and rolls out the ring. Jesse King - He can't do that, that's Warriors move.Tim Hoss - Well he did it. So if you got a problem with it you can tell him.Jesse King - No, I'll stay here. Make sure you don't go off the handle.The Great Warrior is furious on the outside of the ring, as he can't get the upper hand in the match. The Sam heads over and tries to calm him down and talk to him. However Lanny heads to the outside and throws a punch at The Sam knocking him to the ground. Warrior goes to punch Lanny but Lanny ducks before poking Warrior in the eyes and sending him back into the ring. Jesse King - What are you doing ref? A poke to the eyes? That's an automatic DQ right there.Tim Hoss - All is fair in love and war.Jesse King - Only an idiot like you would say something so dumb.Lanny climbs to the apron as The Great Warrior grabs Lanny and tosses him into the ring. Warrior starts kicking Lanny before picking him up and placing him on the top rope. Warrior climbs up and attempts a frankensteiner. But Lanny grabs a hold of the top rope. Sending The Great Warrior on his head. Warrior is layig motionless in the middle of the ring as the ref makes sure he is ok. Lanny calls for his finishing move, the flying senton, as he climbs to the top rope. But before he can make it The Sam climbs up to the apron and pushes Lanny off the top rope into the ring. Tim Hoss - And a blatant cheat from that platypus, The Sam.Jesse King- Hey, all is fair in love and war.Tim Hoss - You're right, only an idiot would say that.Warrior gets to his feet as Lanny tries to get his composure back. Warrior delivers a buzzsaw kick to Lanny Poffo. Warrior goes for the pin. 1 2 3 Muffer - the winner of the match, THE GREAT WARRIOR!!!Warrior and The Sam celebrate heading up the ramp. Lanny looks through the ropes at The Sam mouthing "This isn't over yet". Jesse King - Say it Hoss. Say "What a big win for Warrior! The streak continues!Tim Hoss - The Great Warrior may be the winner. But is The Sam didn't interfere, then it may of been a different story.Jesse King - Like I always say Tim. Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat.Tim Hoss - Well, looking at Lanny, I can say this isn't the last we have heard from Lanny Poffo.[/center]
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Post by General Adam on Sept 26, 2011 22:41:53 GMT -5
Oh hey there's a show going on.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Sept 26, 2011 22:49:30 GMT -5
King: Hey Gorilla, I think you have some business to attend too don't you.
Hoss: Oh...your right on that one King. Well folks, I have to go the back for a bit.
King: Well fans as we see the ol Gorilla leave and before we get a replacement announcer. Lets go to Michael Muffer.
Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!! It is the ALLY FIGHT FOR THE WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!! The rules are simple...THERE ARE NO RULES!!!! No disqualification, no Count outs, no time limit...and nooooo referee. The only way to lose the match is to have your corner man...THROW IN THE TOWEL!!!! Then and only then, will the match end.
King: Folks, we are now being joined BY THE ONE..AND THE ONLY.....Michael Gettenpill.
Gettenpill: Hello WWCF Galaxy, it's great to be back in the WWCF.
King: Hey it's nice management decided to give you a Gookermania check.
Gettenpill:....It's my only check.
-Iron man by Black Sabbath plays as the crowd gives a monstrous mixed reaction. Smokin Vokoun walks out first. He stares down the audience with those same crazy eyes. He screams to the heavens as pyro explodes behind him. The Punisher walks out behind him.
Muffer: Coming down the aisle.... accompanied to the ring by his corner man, "The Punisher" Frank Castle...from Chicago Il, weighing in a 280 pounds. He is the former WWCF Hardcore Champion....SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gettenpill: Folks, in all my years in wrestling, I've never seen a man as deranged and just plain...weird as this man. I covered his very first match in the WWCF, when he attacked FANS in the crowd. Ever since then, he's left a trail of broken opponents.
King: Yeah...including announcers. I got to say this though. He's on a roll. He realizes that this is his chance to prove to the world that he's ready for the big time. Personally, I liked him better as a bum on the street.
Muffer: And his opponent.....
-Lets go Sunning plays to a MASSIVE POP!!!!! Tim Hoss walks out wearing the Hardcore belt. He then points to the entrance ramp where The General comes out to a thunderous ovation. He's really pumped up and is also very serious.
King:HERE WE GO!!!!!
Muffer: Accompanied to the ring by the ONE AND THE ONLY "GORILLA" TIM HOSS......from Lansing Michigan...weighing at 225 pounds...he is the WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPION.....THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY!!!!!!!
-While The General is walking to the ring, Vokoun gets out of the ring and charges towards The General. The General does this also and the two men start brawling right away on the ramp. The bell rings.
Gettenpill: They are not wasting any time here King. This match is going to be intense.
-The two are throwing vicious rights and lefts at each other. The General then takes control by smashing Vokoun's head against the steel guard rail. As Vokoun is dazed, The General runs to the ring apron, grabs a baseball bat and runs back to Vokoun. HE THEN SMASHES THE BASEBALL ON TO SMOKIN VOKOUN'S GUT. He does this four times. Vokoun falls to the ground holding his ribs.
King: Vokoun could already have broken bones. Remember he already competed in the Money in the Bank match. I don't know what condition he's in at the moment.
-Vokoun is trying to crawl away from The General, but General won't let him. The General grabs Vokoun and walks him to the ring. General throws Vokoun into the ring and looks under the apron. He pulls out a thrash can. Vokoun is trying to pull himself up with the ropes. The General enters the ring, grabs Vokoun...AND HITS A DDT RIGHT ON THE TRASHCAN!!!!! The crowd goes nuts and The Generals looks at The Punisher, to see if he will throw in the towel. But The PUnisher just stares back with his arms crossed.
King: It's gonna take a lot more to put away.
Gettenpill: And with The Punisher in Vokoun's corner...it might take even longer.
-As The General is being distracted by The Punisher. Smokey gets up, grabs the trashcan and BOOOM!!!! Vokoun smashes the trashcan square on the General's head. The General goes down and Vokoun continues his assault with the trashcan. Vokoun then drops the trashcan in the middle of ring. He picks up the General and BOOM...HE HITS A PULLING PILE DRIVER ON A TRASHCAN!!!! The General writhes in pain holding his head, as Smokin Vokoun screams and taunts to a booing crowd. Vokoun then turns to Hoss and screams that should throw in the towel. But like The Punisher, Hoss folds his arms and scowls at Vokoun.
- Vokoun picks up The General and throws him out of the ring. The General is laid out on the floor.Vokoun gets on the apron AND HITS A FLYING ELBOW DROP OFF THE APRON ON THE FLOOR!!!!
Gettenpill: For a big man, Vokoun got some height on that one. Maybe he does have some athletic ability.
King: Psh...I doubt it.
-Vokoun goes under the apron to look for a weapon. He pulls out a BARBWIRE BASEBALL BAT. He waits for The General to get back up. When he does..BAM VOKOUN HITS THE GENERAL RIGHT ON THE HEAD WITH THE BAT. THE GENERAL IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!!
King: Well it didn't take long for this match to get bloody.
-The General does a Flair Flop on the concrete floor. He's face down in a pool of his own blood. Vokoun sits on his back starts to grind the barbwire on to The General's already bloodied forehead. The General screams out in pain as Vokoun continues to grind the bat. Vokoun then gets off The General and throws him back into the ring. Hoss yells out if he should throw in the towel. But The General screams out no.
Gettenpill: God, that scream is very disturbing. I really hope kids are not watching this.
King: Hey, they need to see what REAL life is all about! Besides, most kids love bloody things anyway.
-Vokoun pulls out a table from the bottom of the ring and slides it in. Smokey then sets up The table in the middle of the ring. He signals he wants to end this match right now. Vokoun picks up The General and throws him to the corner. Vokoun goes to the top rope and tries to pick up The Genera for The Smoke Bomb, but The General is fighting it. General elbows Vokoun in the face four times to get free. The causes Vokoun to crotch himself on the top rope. The General sees the opportunity, grabs Vokoun...AND HITS A SUPERPLEX THROUGH A TABLE!!!!!
- The table is shattered with pieces of wood everywhere. The General then picks up a shard of wood AND STARTS JAMMING THE SHARD INTO SMOKIN VOKOUN'S FOREHEAD!!!! SMOKIN VOKOUN IS NOW BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!!!!
Gettenpill: Oh my God, Vokoun is getting a taste of his own medicine right here, King!!!
King: A little blood never hurt anybody!! But in this special case, I want this hurt Vokoun REAL bad.
- The General then starts to bite Vokoun in the bloody forehead and spits out the blood. He then starts punching at it to make the wound worse. While this is going on, The Punisher yells if Vokoun wants him to throw in the towel, but Vokoun screams no!
- The General leaves the ring and grabs a crow bar. He reenters the ring and screams at Vokoun to get up. The moment Smokey gets up...BAM The General takes Vokoun's legs out with the crow bar. The General starts beating Vokoun's legs with the bar over and over and over again.
Gettenpill: Well it appears that The General is going to soften up Vokoun's legs for the Monkey Wrench.
King: To me it feel like it's way to early to go for that. That the lesson Vokoun learned earlier.
-The General starts whacking Vokoun over the head with the crow bar. Vokoun's face is completely covered with blood. The General then leaves the ring, and goes under the ring to pull out another table. But then The General looks under the ring again and finds a can of gas.
Gettenpill: Oh no...don't tell me...
King: This could end up for Smokin Vokoun right now.
- The General pours the gasoline all over the table. He looks under the ring and pulls out matches. The General then lights a match...AND THE TABLE IS ON FIRE!!!! Vokoun is trying to pull himself up. The General sees this, gets on the apron and tries to go for a suplex on to the table. But Vokoun blocked it, hits a big right hand...AND THE GENERAL TAKES A NESTA PLUNGE THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE!!!!!
Gettenpill: HE'S GOT TO BE DEAD AFTER THAT!!!!
King: I don't see The General getting up from that.
-Vokoun looks at Hoss and screams at him to throw in the towel, but Hoss still won't do it. Vokoun climbs out of the ring, while The General is trembling on the floor in pain. Vokoun takes the Barbwire bat and rips the barbwire off. Vokoun then wraps the wire around General's neck and starts to choke him out as The General's neck starts to bleed.
Gettenpill: I have to be honest here. I think Tim Hoss is being rather stupid to let this go on. Not only is The General's career on the line but his own life as well.
-Vokoun lets The General go as the General starts to cough up blood. Vokoun gets up and screams to the crowd...who boos him loudly. He gives the fans the finger and starts laying the boots to General. Vokoun walks to the ringside area and starts pulling off the protective padding. Then goes to drag General and drags him the ringside area. The General is pretty much dead weight at the moment. He goes to pick up The General is about to hit the Samoan Drop on the concrete floor...BUT THE GENERAL COUNTERS IT WITH A DDT ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!! The General gets up and has new life while Smokey laying face first on the concrete.
Gettenpill: Listen to this crowd!!! The General is starting to feed off their energy!!!
-The General grabs a steel chair from the time keeper. He walks over to Vokoun who is trying to get up. BOOM!!! The General smashes the chair on Vokoun's back. And another. And another, and another, and yet another. Vokoun is holding his back and screaming in pain. The General then steals the ring bell from the time keeper as well and smashes the ring bell over Vokoun's head. The ding is heard throughout the arena and the crowd is loving it.
Gettenpill: Looks like Vokoun's bell was rung with shot!!
King: Man, your just burning through all these cliches.
Gettenpill: Hey I haven't done this in awhile.
-The General throws Vokoun back into the ring. He looks under the ring finds a bag, A BAG OF THUMBTACKS. He slides the bag in the ring and throws the steel chair in the ring also.
Gettenpill: Smokin Vokoun is in trouble folks.
King: This s***s starting to get really real!!
. Vokoun is laying in the middle of the ring. The General climbs the top rope AND HITS A DIVING HEADBUTT!!!! The General screams at The Punisher to throw in the towel. But The Punisher screams back to mind his own business. Just then, Smokin Vokoun gets up and waits for The General to turn around. When the General does....VOKOUN PICKS HIM AND HITS A STIFF SPINEBUSTER ON TO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!! Vokoun then sees the bag of thumbtacks and picks it up. He gets a sick smile on his face.
Gettenpill: Did I just say Smokin Vokoun is in trouble...it looks like The General is in big trouble!!!
-Vokoun opens the bag and pours out ALL the thumbtacks. There is a murmur going through the crowd. The General is still on the mat, holding his back. Vokoun grabs General, picks him up..AND HITS A SAMOAN DROP ON TOP OF THE THUMBTACKS!!!!! The General is in a fetal position, shaking in pain. Tim Hoss screams at the top of his lungs that he's gonna throw in the towel. But the General screams out not to.
Gettenpill: This match should be over right now!!! The General has been busted wide open, burned and now pierced with thumbtacks. BUT HE STILL HAS FIGHT IN HIM!!!!
King: I think Gorilla figures that as long as The General still has some fight left in him, that he can't under good conscience, throw in that damn towel. Personally, I think it's stupid.
-Vokoun is getting frustrated that he hasn't won yet. Vokoun picks up The General and throws him out of the ring. Smokey gets out of the ring, picks up General and lays him out on the announcers table.
Gettenpill: GET HIM OFF HERE!!!
King: Don't tell me what Smokin Vokoun is trying to do!!! He can't do this...can he?!
-Vokoun gets on top of the apron. He screams at the top of his lungs. He goes for a Flying Elbow...BUT HE MISSES. THE GENERAL MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AND SMOKIN VOKOUN WENT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCERS TABLE!!! Smokey is not moving. The crowd is on there feet cheering.
Gettenpill: I think we've seen it all, Jesse!!!
King: I don't know Michael, this isn't over yet!
-The General, once again has new life. He grabs and picks up a dazed Vokoun. The General rams Vokoun's head on the steel post and throws him back into the ring. There are still thumbtacks all over the ring. The General shoots Vokoun into the turnbuckle, The General runs to the turnbuckle AND MONKEY FLIPS VOKOUN. WHO FLIES AND LANDS ON MORE THUMBTACKS!!!! Vokoun screams in pain, holding his back. The General signals that he wants to end this. He leaves the ring, looks under the apron and pulls out a STEEL CHAIN!!
Gettenpill: I think I'm figuring out what The General wants to do. He wants to end this match, now.
King: He's the longest reigning Hardcore Champ in history. If he wants to continue that long reign...he needs to pull out all the stops. This is GOOKERMANIA BABY!!!!!
- The General gets in the ring and wraps that steel chain around his fist. He waits for Vokoun to get to his feet....BOOM!!!! HE HITS THE MONKEY'S PAW WITH THE STEEL CHAIN WRAPPED AROUND THE FIST!!!. Vokoun goes down in a heap. The General looks to see if The Punisher is about to throw in the towel...but he doesn't. Vokoun gets to his feet again...BOOM!!!! THE GENERAL HITS THE MONKEY'S PAW AGAIN!!! But The Punisher still won't throw in the towel. The General is now getting pissed. Vokoun gets up a third time..AND BAM!!! THE GENERAL HITS A THIRD MONKEY'S PAW!!!! Smokey looks like he's out cold. But The Punisher STILL won't throw in the towel.
King: Whats The Punisher waiting for? This match is over!! THROW IN THE TOWEL, FRANK!!!
-The General screams at The Punisher, who just folds his arms and yells back. The General has had enough...he leaves the ringside and gets in The Punisher's face. Just as The General starts to walk away...BAM!!! THE GENERAL HITS A MONKEY'S PAW ON THE PUNISHER!!! The crowd goes nuts!
Gettenpill: I think this is a mistake, King. The General just knocked out the only man who could have ended this match.
King: No he's not knocked out. Just mad.
-The General gets back in the ring and sees that Smokey has gotten back up again. When The General goes for a fourth Monkey's Paw...SMOKIN VOKOUN DUCKS AND APPLIES THE CHICAGO CLAW ON THE GENERAL!!!!! The General tries to struggle but he falls to the mat as Vokoun has the hold on tight. Smokey is giggling and has those crazy eyes. He screams at Tim Hoss to through in the towel...but HE doesn't do it. The General is barely fighting anymore.
King: I don't understand this at all...THROW IN THE TOWEL, GORILLA!!!!
Gettenpill: This is getting disturbing, fans.
-Vokoun lets go of the hold as The General is going limp. Smokey sees the steel chain in the ring and gets an evil grin. Vokoun grabs the chain and ties part of it, tightly around The General's neck. He then stands The General up and throws him out of the ring. But the General doesn't reach the floor...HE'S HANGING BY HIS NECK!!! Vokoun then ties the rest of the chain to the ropes. THE GENERAL IS NOW HANGING BY HIS NECK AND IS COMPLETELY HELPLESS!!!!
Gettenpill: THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!! TIM YOU HAVE TO THROW IN THE TOWEL RIGHT NOW!!!!
King: I don't think The General can take much more of this.
-Smokey leaves the ring and grabs a steel chair. He walks over to The General who is trying to get free from the chain but can't. Vokoun screams at the top of his lungs...then..BAM!!! A STIFF CHAIR SHOT TO THE GENERAL'S HEAD!!! THEN ANOTHER ONE!!! AND ANOTHER ONE!!! AND YET ANOTHER ONE!!! But Tim Hoss still doesn't throw in the towel. Vokoun has a confused look on his and screams to Hoss to throw in the towel, but Hoss shakes his head. The General looks like he's just about out..but still has some fight in him. He even spits in Smokin Vokoun's face.
Gettenpill: This is getting sickening, Jess. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TIM JUST THROW IN THE TOWEL!!!!!!
King: I'm seriously getting uncomfortable with this.
-Vokoun then raises the chair over his head AND HITS THE GENERAL OVER THE HEAD AGAIN WITH THE CHAIR!!!! Now the crowd is starting to murmur. Even young ladies in the audience are crying over this and begging Tim to throw in the towel. The General isn't moving. Vokoun then raises the chair over his head one more time and BOOOM!!!! YET ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT TO THE GENERAL'S HEAD!!!! The General is completely out. Then finally....TIM HOSS THROWS IN THE TOWEL!!!!!!! The bell rings and Smokin Vokoun collapses on the ground.
Muffer: Ladies and gentleman...the winner of the Ally Fight...and...NEW WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPION....SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Tim Hoss runs into the ring to untie The General. He limply falls to the ground. He's unconscious.
Gettenpill: The General gave everything he had King. He just couldn't take anymore.
King: I've never seen two human beings brutalize each other like the way, both of these men just did.
-The Punisher walks over to the fallen Smokin Vokoun, with the Hardcore belt in hand. Frank hands over the belt to VOkoun who can barely walk. But he raises his new Hardcore belt over his head. But before the two men leave...he walks over to the lifeless General and shakes his limp hand and walks away. The Punisher helps Vokoun walk away.
Gettenpill: Can we get EMTs out here...right now please!!!!
-Just then we see paramedics with a stretcher, who coming to take The General away. Hoss helps lift him on the stretcher.
Gettenpill: I have to go King, I'll let Tim get his position back. I'll go with the paramedics.
-Michael goes to talk to Tim, before Tim goes to take back his position. As the paramedics roll away..the crowd loudly starts to chant The General's name. And pops huge once The General gives a very weak thumbs up sign. They also give him a standing ovation.
King: What an ovation for a true champion in The General of the Monkey Army. Gorilla....wow...I didn't envy your job one bit. But I thought it took you way too long in throwing in that towel.
Hoss: Well...King...you're probably right. The reason I didn't throw in the towel is because before the match...I made a promise to the General. He told me "that under no circumstances will I be throwing in that towel...unless you think there is no possible way I would win this match." Well as The General usually does, he fought to the bitter end. He took everything that Smokin Vokoun gave him up until the end. Until that last chair shot, I thought The General would find away to pull threw. I knew that in my heart. However, once I saw him go limp...I knew that it was over. I had no choice but to finally....throw in the towel at that point.
King: Well Gorilla, I must say that you had probably had the hardest job out there.
Hoss: But you have to give Smokin Vokoun credit. Love him or hate him, he did what he had to do to win. No matter if he had to permanently injure the man, he was going to win that belt...no matter how many chair shots it took....I'm getting word that after our next match is concluded...we will be getting an update on The General of the Monkey Army's condition. What a man The General is. What a man.
King:Well....lets go on to the next match
Tim Hoss: Namely, the World Tag Team Championship match! Jeremy Dupoe won an opportunity to challenge Bergman and Amigo for their titles with a partner of his choice, and surprisingly he picked "Really Rotten" Lionel Murray! Not only was it a surprise because Murray is pretty new in this company, but also because the two of them didn't seem to get along very well before Dupoe recruited Murray as his partner. Jesse King: Who the hell knows how that guy's mind works, Gorilla? Maybe there's a method to his madness.
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Tag Team Championships! Introducing first! Hailing from Arkham, MA, and weighing in at 230 lbs...JEREMY DUPOE!
That is not dead which can enternal lie, and through strange aeons even death may die
*South of Heavon*
*Dupoe raise though the ground however hes not alone! He has his arm around a skinny, extremely pale woman in a black dress. when Dupoe slams his book shut they both walk down to the ring and enter the ring motioning for a mic*
I know you ignorant maggots are wondering who this lovely woman is.
*crowd boos*
SHUT UP, I wish to introduce to you all my fiance, Ophelia. She my Queen of the Damned, and she has decided to join me ring side to aid me in victory. And by almighty Dagon below she will help me win every title I can, starting tonight.
*crowd starts a "eat a sandwich" chant as Dupoe mouths obscenities*
*"God Save The Queen" by The Sex Pistols*
Michael Muffer: His partner, hailing from Manchester, England, and weighing in at 205 lbs....he is "Really Rotten"....LIONEL MURRAY!
*Lionel drunkenly stumbles out from backstage as footage of the London riots plays on the CrapTron, a can of Guinness in his hand. He smashes it over his head a few times and then shotguns everything left in the can before walking down to the ring to join Dupoe and Ophelia, both of whom have looks of disgust on their faces. Murray pauses to grab a fan's shirt and wipe his bloody forehead on it*
Tim Hoss: I think Dupoe may be reconsidering his decision.
Michael Muffer: And their opponents!
*Mashup of "99 Problems" by Hugo and "Phantasmagoria" by Annihilator*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Fulton, NY, and...[takes a deep breath]...Phoenix, Arizona & Yellow Knife, Canada & Port-au-Prince, Haiti & Calcutta, India & Tijuana, Mexico & Yokohama, Japan...at a combined weight of 444 lbs, they are the World Tag Team Champions: RYAN BERGMAN AND "THE HANGMAN" JONATHAN STONE AMIGO!
*Bergman appears on the ramp alongside Amigo. Bergman throws his hood back and starts down to the ring slapping the hands of the fans on the way, while Amigo jaws with the fans on the other side of the ramp and antagonizes them. They finally make it down to the ring and referee "Spud" Verne Johnson calls for the bell*
World Tag Team Championship Bergman & John S. Amigo vs. Jeremy Dupoe & "Really Rotten" Lionel Murray
*Amigo and Dupoe lock up, fight for the advantage, and finally Amigo gets Dupoe in a headlock. Amigo knees him in the face and whips him into the corner, but Dupoe reverses and Amigo hits hard! Dupoe sinks to one knee and shakes his head vigorously to get rid of the stars circling around it. Dupoe charges into the corner and nails Amigo in the gut with a knee strike of his own! Amigo gasps as Dupoe drags him across the ring and tags in Murray*
Tim Hoss: Jeremy Dupoe with the early advantage on Amigo. Jesse King: Let's see what the limey can do.
*Lionel Murray is into the ring with a kick to Amigo's right shin, then a kick to his left shin, and then a savate kick to his stomach! Amigo sinks to his knees and seems to be out of it as Murray winds up for a football punt to his head...Murray goes for it--DUCKED! Murray's momentum takes him past Amigo, who leaps up and turns Murray inside out with a big lariat just as the Brit stops his charge and spins around!*
Tim Hoss: Lariat out of nowhere from Amigo!
*Amigo manages to get to his corner and tag in Bergman. As Murray stands up, Bergman flies off the top rope to hit him with a cross body! Bergman shoots Murray into the ropes and nails a Yakuza kick! Bergman tags in Amigo, who picks Murray up for an Electric Chair Drop, and as he hoists Murray on his shoulders Bergman leaps onto the top rope and hits a springboard dropkick into Murray's ribs just as Amigo throws himself backward and sends Murray crashing down! Amigo goes for a cover as Bergman returns to his corner*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Jesse King: That kind of double team reminds me of what Amigo used to do with Ryan Blood as a team back when he was "Johnny Stone". Tim Hoss: At first there was a question of whether Bergman and Amigo could co-exist, but they do seem to be working well together here.
*Amigo tosses Murray over the top rope and follows him to the outside, where he unloads on Murray with lefts and rights. He whips Murray into the steel ring steps--reversal! Amigo crashes into the steps and both men are down as Johnson continues his ten count*
Jesse King: THAT didn't work out too well!
*Murray and Amigo both fight through the pain to stand and get back in the ring just before both of them are counted out. Amigo picks Murray up for an atomic drop, but Murray floats over and drops down behind Amigo, hitting him with a chop block! As Amigo falls and clutches his leg, Murray tags in Dupoe*
Tim Hoss: A dirty, yet effective, move by Murray! Jesse King: Amigo would've done the same in his place, Gorilla. Amigo even said that he'd probably cheat in this match! Tim Hoss: Vald point. The question now is whether Amigo will get the chance!
*Dupoe runs over and starts stomping on Amigo's leg mercilessly! Dupoe drags him by the damaged leg into the corner and drops an elbow on it, with Amigo gasping and cursing in pain. Dupoe ties Amigo to the tree of woe and begins hitting Amigo's head with an absolutely sick series of elbow strikes! Johnson forces Dupoe out of the corner, but the damage is done as Amigo falls out of the tree of woe and lies facedown on the mat, motionless*
Tim Hoss: These two have exchanged many, many unkind words with one another in the weeks prior to GookerMania, and it's no surprise that Dupoe is going after Amigo with a vengeance here!
*Dupoe drags Amigo into the center of the ring and covers*
One!
Two!
Shoulder up!
Jesse King: Jeremy Dupoe doesn't look too pleased by that count, Gorilla.
*Dupoe slams his hands down on the mat in frustration and pulls Amigo up to go for the Miskatonic Michinoku Driver. As Dupoe holds Amigo on his shoulder, he whispers something in Amigo's ear. Amigo's eyes suddenly open wide, a wild look on his face. Letting out a primal scream, he pushes himself off Dupoe's shoulder just as Dupoe goes for the move and hits him with his own Michinoku Driver II, the force of Dupoe's impact shaking the entire ring! Amigo pulls himself away, clutching his leg and letting out a stream of curses that are all bleeped by the excellent team of bleepers in the employ of the WWCF. (Meaning a team of people who bleep out obscenities, not a team of f***ers or some s*** like that.)*
Tim Hoss: Amigo narrowly avoiding the Miskatonic Michinoku Driver! Now if he can just tag Bergman in!
*Amigo and Dupoe begin crawling to their respective partners to tag them in. We have simultaneous tags and both Bergman and Murray hit the ring! Bergman takes Murray down with a leg lariat! As Bergman pulls Murray up, Murray comes to life and nails Bergman with repeated shots to the stomach before shooting Bergman into the ropes and hitting a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Cover by Murray*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Murray picks up Bergman and hits him with a Gory neckbreaker! Another cover*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Tim Hoss: It takes a lot to put Ryan Bergman on the mat for three seconds, as Lionel Murray is discovering in this match!
*Murray stomps on Bergman in frustration and then heads over to the corner, climbs the ropes, leaps off for a diving headbutt--just as Murray flies off, Bergman leaps up and catches him in midair to nail him with a codebreaker on the way down!*
Jesse King: OH MY GOD! Tim Hoss: CODEBREAKER IN MIDAIR FROM BERGMAN! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! MURRAY'S JAW MIGHT BE COMPLETELY SHATTERED!!!
*Murray's head (that's one letter and one punctuation mark away from being the name of the guy who recorded "One Night In Bangkok"!) is driven into Bergman's knees with seemingly bone-crushing force! He goes flying from the impact and lands on the other side of the ring from Bergman, who is lying on his back, exhausted. Ten count begun by Johnson*
Tim Hoss: If Lionel Murray even MOVES after that, he'll earn my respect as a tough sonuvabitch, if not as a human being. Jesse King: Well, he's moving!
*Murray and Bergman both eventually return to a vertical base before the count is up, but Bergman is now in control, first sending Murray back down with a dropsault, and then waiting to hit him with an axe kick once he shakes that off and begins getting up again! Murray is thrown over the top rope for the second time in the match--TOPE SUICIDA DE SEÑOR BERGMAN!*
Tim Hoss: A tope suicida takes out Lionel Murray! Jesse King: Bergman's incorporated a lot of lucha libre type moves into his matches since he stopped being Jazzman, and that was one of them! And it hurts!
*Once he picks himself up and dusts himself off, Bergman rolls Murray into the ring, follows him in, and goes for the BFT, but Murray shoves him into the ropes and brings him down with the Rooney Kick on the way back! Murray begins crawling toward his corner to get Dupoe into the match*
Tim Hoss: He calls that the Rooney Kick, others may call it a Pele kick, but either way that's something else which hurts! And now Murray has the chance to get the rested Dupoe back into this match!
*Murray uses the middle rope to drag himself the last few feet and reaches out to tag Dupoe. Dupoe tags in, and helps Murray onto the apron. He starts to climb into the ring...then he suddenly turns around and climbs back onto the apron, where he kicks Murray in the gut! Dupoe lifts him up, walks him over to the ring steps, and HITS HIM WITH THE SCRAMBLER ON THE STEEL!*
Tim Hoss: WHAT THE HELL?! Jesse King: [at exactly the same time] WHAT THE HELL?!
*Bergman (mostly conscious again now) and Spud Johnson both have expressions of surprise on their faces. Strangely Amigo (in the corner) seems totally unphased by what he's just seem. Suddenly Vincent Van Agony and Mad Pirate Mulligan emerge from underneath the ring, ViVA with a steel chair and Mulligan with a big glass bottle that he takes a swig from. The two dive into the ring and descend on Bergman, Mulligan bashing him over the head with the bottle! ViVA follows this up by blasting Bergman with the chair, and hitting him with chair shot after chair shot while he's down. And Amigo...hops off the apron and starts heading to the back!*
Tim Hoss: Bah gawd, ViVA and Mulligan are beating the hell out of Ryan Bergman! WHY THE HELL ISN'T AMIGO DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT?! WHERE IS HE GOING?! Jesse King: I don't know where he's going, Gorilla, but I have a feeling I know why the Whitey Inc. guys are going after Bergman! I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect them to show up during this match, but I thought they'd wait until it was over!
Michael Muffer: The winners of this match as the result of a disqualification and still World Tag Team Champions: Bergman & Amigo!
*Dupoe leaves Murray lying on the steel steps, bleeding buckets from the top of the head and out like a light, and joins ViVA in the ring. Both of them put the boots to Bergman, with Dupoe finally delivering the coup de grace by delivering another Scrambler onto the steel chair! As he hits it, Mulligan is pulling something else from under the ring. He finds what he's looking for and climbs in with it: the Money In The Bank Or Botch briefcase.*
Tim Hoss: It's the briefcase! The Money In The Bank Or Botch briefcase for a tag title shot! Whitey Fats won that thing months ago, and he's given it to his goons to use! And Dupoe softened up Bergman for them, set up Murray, made him do a lot of the work and sacrificed him after he didn't need him any more! Jesse King: And when he did that, it also distracted Bergman so that ViVA and Mully could get the drop on him! Plus they obviously did something to convince Amigo that he should walk out on his partner! I gotta admit, this was really clever!
*Mulligan hands the briefcase to Johnson and demands that he start the match. With little choice in the matter, Spud complies*
Michael Muffer: Vincent Van Agony and Mad Pirate Mulligan are cashing in their Money In The Bank Or Botch briefcase against the World Tag Team Champions!
Tim Hoss: [bitterly] Champion, singular! The other one bailed!
*The bell rings and ViVA covers Bergman*
One!
Two!
Three!
Tim Hoss: [voice dripping sarcasm] Congratulations, you guys are real winners. Jesse King: Hey, they earned it!
Michael Muffer: Your winners and new World Tag Team Champions: Vincent Van Agony & Mad Pirate Mulligan!
*The boos rain down on the ring as ViVA grabs a mic and begins to talk, with Mulligan and Dupoe standing behind him looking smug*
VINCENT VAN AGONY: I've said it from the f***ing start. I've stood in the face of conspiracy and told you people, that regardless of what you think I deserve, or how I feel about what you're giving me, I will TAKE what I want from this company. And now look at me. I've got belts here. Belts that I, that Mad Pirate Mulligan, that Jeremy Dupoe, DESERVE. So what did I do? I TOOK THEM. They're official property of Whitey Inc. now, and believe me when I say that it's going to take a f***ing army to pry them out of our hands.
It's just hilarious how this place has run a total muck, and now Whitey Inc. is in total control. Just a few weeks ago it was The Pantheon, now look at them. Crumbled by the weight of a paper champion, fear stricken in the heart of their leader. We all know that injury couldn't keep me away, and now look at us. Between Mad Pirate Mulligan, Vincent Van Agony, and the newest full time member of Whitey Inc, Jeremy Dupoe, we're unstoppable.
And let me make one god damn thing clear, this was a joint effort. All three of us conspired to spit in the face of the WWCF and their heavy handed administration. And now, all three of us share these titles. If I haven't made myself clear enough, these WILL be defended under Freebird rules. All three of us are eligible for any match. As if I wasn't hard enough to strategize against, now you've got two other formidable foe to study as well.
Let it be known that this is just the beginning of the Age of Agony. This is one part of my journey back to the top, where I will remain forever. Whitey Inc, unlike The Pantheon, is anything but a flash in the pan. We are here to stake our claim upon the Mount Slammore of the WWCF, and frankly, who here can stop us? No one. NOT ONE PERSON. And I defy anyone to try.
*The new champions--all three of them--exit the ring. EMTs run by them to do what they can for Bergman, Amigo, and Murray*
Tim Hoss: What despicable actions by the members of Whitey Inc, and I guess we can now count Jeremy Dupoe among their number. After seeing what the Pantheon did to the World WrestleCrap Federation in 2011, it's starting to worry me how Whitey Inc's numbers are growing. Hopefully Ryan Bergman, John Amigo, and Lionel Murray will all be okay. But for now, ladies and gentleman, we have an update on another superstar's physical condition: The General of the Monkey Army. Were going to Michael Gettenpill who is backstage...Michael. Michael do you us.
We cut to Michael Gettenpill, backstage.
Gettenpill: I can hear you Gorilla. Well as promised this is an update of The General's health after that brutal match with the New Hardcore Champion, Smokin Vokoun. Um....he just now regained conscieness...though I don't believe he knows where he is at the moment. From what information that the arena doctors have given us...it seems The General has a major concussion and internal bleeding. He is being rushed to the Part Uknown Memorial Hospital as we speak and we'll get more of an update hopefully by next week on Nitraw. But I have to say that he is in horrible physical shape right now. Um...that's all we have Tim.
Hoss: Thanks Michael...and welcome back.
King: You know what the scary thing is...I don't think we are going to see the last of these two men. I mean I still can't over just how brutal that match really was.
Hoss: Well Jesse, once The General finally recovers from that match, I think Smokin Vokoun has got to beware.
Lights flicker in the arena... Constantly shutting off and turning back on... After roughly a minute the lights shut off and stay off. A single spotlight appears in the middle of the ring and slowly moves up the ramp... once it reached the top of the ramp, the begins to climb the CrapTron... the Spotlight stops in the centre of the powerless 'Tron...
Tim Hoss: Folks, I don't know what's going on, but I have a feeling we're about to find out!
Eventually static hits the tron, with the status noise getting louder and louder... occasionally a voice cuts in trying to make out words, but the static over powers it...
Ch... ...ur... .... Ch... ..... Te... ...os... Y... Fa... Cho... You... ...se... ...R Fate ..... Your... Fate... Choose... Y... Fate Choose... Your... Fate!
Jesse King: "Choose your fate"? Could HE be back...?
The static cuts out, and the 'Tron is now showing footage of dark, gloomy churges with dozens of hooded men standing around lit torches in the rain... Each muttering the words "Choose Your Fate"
The camera pans around the men, who's faces are obscured. All that can be made out are the words "Choose Your Fate". The Camera then focuses on a flame from one of the torches... the flames start to form images... including a book and parchment, then a mask, then a crown, then the WWCF Championship, then images of a masked man in a suit standing in the middle of the ring making orders... then back to a picture of the mask. Lightning strikes the ring.
"You know that time in your life, that single moment that defines exactly who you are? Well that only stings for a second..." Choose Your Fate - Escape the Fate [/i] Tim Hoss: HE apparently is! And god only knows what it means for the WWCF!The crowd then explode into a very mixed reaction as the spotlight lowers to the stage... one man is standing there in a hooded cape, his head lowered. The stands still for a long period of time, before slowly raises his hand to the sky with his finger out stretched... He slowly raises his head exposing half a face, covered by a Phantom mask. Colt then makes his way down the ramp. Michael Muffer: Uhh... ladies and gentlemen... introducing the um... former? current? CEO of WWCF... Two-Time former WWCF Champion... Colt!Colt gets into the ring, the arena still in darkness with just the single spotlight on him. He takes the mic and looks down as he raises the mic to his mouth. Ladies and Gentlemen... welcome to the fourth installment of Gookermania!
Your eyes do not decieve you, the chosen one... The White Knight... The One True Constant of the WWCF is back and I know what you're all thinking...
Am I here as the Two-Time Former WWCF Champion who is out to reclaim his rightful position as the best in the world? Or am I here as the CEO returning from a 4 week hiatus with full intention of running the company from a non-competitive standpoint?
Or am I here to to be both, the best Wrestler in the world and the best CEO this company ever experiences?
All this will be answered in due time. All you guys need to know, is that even as just one man... The Pantheon is still strong. Colt is still the man who single handedly defines WWCF history and lastly once my intentions are made public... the WWCF will never be the same.
So choose your fate, this can either make you or break you... But will definitely define you.
Choose your fate!The lights cut out again, as the crowds mixed reaction continues... Tim Hoss: Amazing! Colt totally dropped off the radar after losing his World Heavyweight Championship to Whitey Fats, and tonight at GookerMania IV he's returned!Jesse King: Yeah, well if he's back as CEO then I hope he fires Richlen! I'm sick of seeing this guy "wrestle", if you can call what he does that, and now I have to sit through it again!Tim Hoss: Suck it up and be quiet for Michael Muffer, King.The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WWCF Inter-Forum Championship!*The lights go out, and then the only light available is an occasional flash. There is some sinister sounding music, as well as a loud stomping sound and plenty of rumbling. Soon, the noises stop, the lights go up, and, standing at the top of the entryway, is... a mecha-Clefairy? The crowd knows exactly who is inside the robot, and the music confirms it: "THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF, THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY. IT'S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD. KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!"Pyro goes off from both the Craptron AND the mecha-Clefairy before a door in the middle of the Clefairy opens up and a set of stairs comes out. There is a fog from inside the machine, but soon stepping through that fog are, of course, Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara. They walk midway to the ring, pause, and then Richlen throws a single fist in the air as more pyro erupts from the Clefairy.* Introducing first the challenger, accompanied by Shaelin Marie O'Hara, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 181 pounds, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!It is a big night in the young career of Gus Richlen. Not only is he making his Gookermania debut, he makes it in an effort to become the new Inter-Forum Champion.I'm disgusted that he even HAS this match, but at least since it's a PPV, he's guaranteed to fail miserably!It is true that Richlen has yet to win a match at a PPV, and you have to believe that that weighs heavily on his mind.*"Circus Envy" garners a universally negative reaction as Caleb Fourchon shows up on the ramp, sees the mecha-Clefairy, snorts in disdain, and walks to the ring, championship in tow.* And from Dulac, Louisiana, weighing in at 252 pounds, the WWCF Inter-Forum Champion, Caleb Fourchon!The self-proclaimed "best pure wrestler" has treated Richlen almost like an afterthought, with more than a little disdain. I doubt that is very wise of him to underestimate his opponent, no matter what Richlen's track record might be.Hard to underestimate an "unhappy accident" like Richlen, Hoss! He can't win matches on PPV, and with titles on the line, he always finds a way to mess up!I don't think that "always" is accurate, especially since he is a former WWCF World Tag Team Champion and a former Champion of Honor!Key word: "former"!*John Creed takes the belt from Fourchon, then calls for the bell. Fourchon pauses a moment after bell rings, then rings Richlen's bell with a forearm shot to the head! Richlen staggers back as Fourchon keeps throwing forearm shot before trying to Irish whip him, but the Irish whip is reversed into a snap suplex! 1! Fourchon easily gets the shoulder up an gets up himself, uppercutting Richlen in the throat in the process. Fourchon then grabs him and throws him toward the ring post, but Richlen puts on the brakes and elbows the charging champion in the jaw. Fourchon is now the one staggered and Richlen prepares to go to the top rope. Caleb sees this and tries to knock him off but gets a boot to the face for his trouble. Richlen quickly finishes the climb and takes off for a Buff Blockbuster, but Fourchon catches him and hits a fallaway slam! Richlen gets to his feet but gets clotheslined before Fourchon drops an elbow. Fourchon then picks him up again and tries for a fisherman's DDT, but Richlen holds his ground and gets in another snap suplex! He then pulls Fourchon up, but this is a mistake as he gets uppercutted again. Caleb then kicks him in the gut and this time the fisherman's DDT connects! 1! 2! Richlen gets the shoulder up, but he does so as Fourchon pulls him up and tries to lock in an abdominal stretch! Richlen armdrags him away and charges, but he is swiftly flattened by a running crossbody! Caleb adds a knee drop before covering: 1! 2! Richlen gets the shoulder up again, but once again, Fourchon tries to put him in an abdominal stretch. This time he succeeds, and Richlen is clearly in trouble.* Being the smaller man, Richlen cannot exactly power out of this predicament!*Fourchon tries to cinch it in tighter, but it gives Richlen just enough of an opening to break free and Samoan drop him! Richlen is clearly dealing with both a bad headache and a sore back, but he notices where Fourchon is in relation to the corner. He takes a step back and charges for the corner, but Fourchon is a step ahead of him mentaly, and he trips the challenger up! Richlen slams face first into the corner, which the champ drags him out of before grabbing both of Richlen's legs and swinging. Eventually, he lets go, and Richlen not only has a bad landing, he also goes skidding across the ring and his side slams into the ring post! Fourchon picks his smaller opponent up and hits the inverted headlock backbreaker, causing Richlen to stagger forward. Fourchon then scoops him up and goes for a spinning bodyslam, but Richlen counters in mid-spin to a headscissors takedown! Fourchon lands across the second rope, and Richlen spots Shaelin and flashes her a smile before running across the ring, jumping over the top rope, and leg dropping the champ across the rope!* Richlen taking a page out of his girlfriend's playbook with that leg drop!Will you stop lying about how good Richlen is?! Fourchon is losing! This is terrible!*Creed starts counting as Richlen tries to get a breather outside the ring, Fourchon still trying to recover from the leg drop. Richlen gets back in the ring at a count of six, where he gets uppercutted yet again, but when Caleb goes for another one, Richlen ducks under and hits an over-the-shoulder backbreaker! Fourchon is staggered, and Richlen Irish whips him to the ropes. He tries to spear the champ and Fourchon sidesteps, but Richlen puts on the brakes, and as Fourchon turns around, Richlen catches him and hits the Carnosel! The A-shirt is well into the crowd as Richlen stalks the rising Fourchon, but when he goes for the Schwinn Smash, Fourchon grabs his right leg! Richlen tries to hit the Richlenziguiri with his left foot, but Fourchon lets go of the right foot and grabs the left, which is a mistake he learns the hard way when the Richlenziguri DOES connect this time!* And Richlen may be just moments away from picking up the biggest win of his career yet!*Richlen decides to stalk Fourchon, who is trying to make his way to a corner, where Creed is checking to see if he can continue. Richlen charges and jumps, but Fourchon ducks, and it's Creed who is the victim of a Dark Lasso! Creed is out cold as Richlen backs away from the corner, but Fourchon spins him around and hits the Down Home Driver! He tries to cover, but Creed is still out.* And that shows that Richlen cannot win a match fairly! He knew he was going to lose, so he made sure to knock out the referee!*Caleb goes over to Creed an tries to stir him, but the ref falls out of the ring instead. Fourchon gets out of the ring to try to retrieve him, but it's clear that Creed is not coming to anytime soon. Caleb walks partway up the ramp, shakes his head, then turns around TO SEE RICHLEN CRASHING INTO HIM WITH A OVER THE TOP ROPE SUICIDE DIVE! Richlen manages to get back to his feet before grabbing Fourchon and tossing him over the barricade into the bell pit! Fourchon tries to climb out, but he gets DDTed on the floor! Fourchon falls off the barricade, and Richlen throws him in the ring. Fourchon gets to his feet and Richlen goes for a spear, but Fourchon boots him in the shoulder! He then drops the challenger with a Gator Roll, but there is still no ref, so he picks Richlen up and tosses him out of the ring. He follows Richlen out before kicking the top set of steel steps out of the way and dragging Richlen to the bottom part of the steps before hitting a fisherman's DDT on the steps! Fourchon is now back in the ring, but still with no ref to begin a possible countout. Richlen, meanwhile, has been busted open, and he takes some time to get in the ring, where Fourchon tries to lock in the Cocodrie Clutch, but Richlen is elbowing away at him as he tries to break loose, which he does, but he gets clubbed in the back by Fourchon, then clubbed again! But when he goes for a third, Richlen grabs the arm, picks him up, and hits the Final Judgment!!!!* And now it's Richlen who needs either Creed to recover or another referee to make his appearance!*Sure enough, after several seconds where Richlen has the cover, Jake Kwan runs to the ring and starts the count! 1! 2! FOURCHON KICKS OUT!!!!* And mercifully, Caleb escapes! C'MON, CALEB!!!!*Richlen now backs up, stalking Fourchon, an when the champ is to his feet he goes for a spear again, but Fourchon dodges, and Richlen spears Kwan instead! It is now Kwan who is down and out as Richlen is clubbed from behind again by Fourchon, who then sets Richlen on the top turnbuckle before climbing it himself. He then grabs Richlen and sets him up for what could very well be the most devastating Down Home Driver yet!* No! Not this! Please not this!Yes, Caleb! This is perfect! FINISH HIM OFF!!!!*But in mid-lift, Richlen slips loose and lands feet first on the mat, pulling Fourchon onto his shoulder as he does so!* COUNTER!!!! COUNTER!!!! COUNTER!!!!*Richlen spins out.... BADGERLAND INITIATIVE!!!!* YES!!!! YES!!!! HE'S GONNA DO IT!!!!NO!!!! THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN!!!! SOMEBOY STOP THIS!!!!*Kwan manages to crawl over to Richlen as the challenger hooks both of Fourchon's legs! 1! 2! 3!!!!!!!!* YES!!!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!!DAMNIT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!*Richlen rolls over a couple of times as Kwan unsteadily gets the Inter-Forum Championship and gives it to the new champ, Richlen's energy almost completely spent by the effort.* HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWCF INTER-FORUM CHAMPION, THE "XTREME MACHINE," GUS RICHLEN!!!!IT TOOK HIM SEVERAL MONTHS, BUT HOW FITTING IS IT THAT HIS FIRST EVER PPV WIN COMES ON THE BIGGEST NIGHT OF THE WWCF CALENDAR!!!! GUS RICHLEN SAID HE WOULD BE INTER-FORUM CHAMPION, AND ON THIS NIGHT THE "XTREME MACHINE" ROSE TO THE OCCASION, AND MY OH MY DID HE RISE!!!!Where is the "Majority Stockholder" when we need him? This cannot be allowed to happen!!!! Richlen cannot be allowed to tarnish the great history of this championship!!!!*A bloody and unsteady Richlen is joined in the ring by an ecstatic Shaelin Marie O'Hara as pink elephants rain down from the ceiling onto the crowd. The two spend the next few moments kissing as officials check on Creed and Kwan checks on Fourchon. To say that the crowd is loving every second of this would be a massive understatement.* GUS RICHLEN HAS PROVEN THAT HE CAN KEEP HIS PROMISES, THAT HE CAN STEP UP IN BIG MATCHES, AND TONIGHT, HE WALKS OUT OF HERE AS THE NEW INTER-FORUM CHAMPION!!!!*The next few moments are as Richlen promised they would be: he and Shaelin are celebrating at the top of the ramp, while Caleb Fourchon can only look on.* [/center]
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Post by smokinvokoun on Sept 26, 2011 22:52:08 GMT -5
Hey congrats to Gus!!!!
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Post by Jazzman on Sept 26, 2011 22:53:59 GMT -5
Well, I'm not surprised by that at all.
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Post by General Adam on Sept 26, 2011 22:56:34 GMT -5
Congrats to Smokin. You deserved it.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Sept 26, 2011 22:56:36 GMT -5
*The Arena Goes Dark; Suddenly The CrapTron Blinks to life.......A grainy Black and white video of a scarecrow in a Cornfield is shown. Text then flashes over the image*
10/31
JACK IS COMING
*Suddenly there's another flash of lightening and the Scarecrow is gone*
TH: Well, this is what we’ve been waiting for folks, the main event, weeks, months of antagonism between the WWCF Champion Whitey Fats, the BattleBowl winner Seth Drakin, and the man who has been on the roll of rolls, Jonathan Michaels. The time for talking is done, these men will settle it here, tonight, and there has to be a winner.
JK: And that will be Whitey Fats of course.
MM: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s now time for our main event.
*Crowd pops*
MM: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Triple Threat Match for the WWCF World Title!
*The arena goes pitch black*
*A spotlight appears to the right of the stage*
*Eminem and Lil Wayne appear, as Whitey's music starts*
*Whitey and Cynnamon walk out, Cynnamon dressed in a black evening gown, and Whitey is sporting a floor length fur coat, colored black*
*As Lil Wayne and Eminem start the song, Whitey and Cynnamon start walking towards the ring as hundred dollar bills start dropping from the ceiling*
MM: Approaching the ring, with Cynnamon, he is from Starke, Florida. He weighs 270 pounds. He is the WWCF World Champion. He is “Handsome” Whitey Fats.
*When they arrive, Whitey's name is spelled out in fireworks as Cynnamon rips the fur coat off of Whitey, exposing Whitey's new suit, colored like a Hundred dollar bill, as Whitey holds the world title up and Eminem starts his verse. Whitey lauds it in the ring as his music eventually fades*
MM: And his first challenger…
*From the ceiling, six men decend with strings attached to their arms, legs, and back. They land on the entrance ramp and act like marrionette puppets for a few minutes with them being doing choreographed dance. At the end, they all do a Kliq like pointing pose to the sky.
MM: From Stafford, Virginia, weighing 265 pounds..
*Master of Puppets" play and ala Shawn Michaels' entrance in Wrestlemania 25, Seth decends from the rafters in a small platform with a huge smile. Once the platform gets to the floor, Seth gets off and heads towards the ring. He slides into the ring and looks at the audience and signals that he is walking away with the world title.*
MM: “The Puppet Master” Seth Drakin!
*Seth stares down Whitey as his music fades*
The arena goes dark, and the Craptron goes to static, then cuts off completely
A voice eminates from the darkness as a leather bound book with what appears to be a screaming face on it appears on the screen.
The Necronomicon, the book of the dead, legend tells that the book has the power to raise the dead from the earth to unleash unspeakable horrors upon the living.
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There have been stories of undead skeletons storming castles in medieval England, horrific and maleovelent forces in the woods of Michigan, places where the Necronomicon has been rumored to be hidden.
However, legend tells of one man who has fought the evil on several occasions, one man who will protect the Earth from the forces of pure evil.
Smoke and fog cover the entranceway and a figure rises from the floor, Jonathan Michaels is dressed as Ash, recreating the poster of Army of Darkness, chainsaw and all, complete with Sara Nakatomi laying at his feet, holding his leg.
Suddenly, a demonic hag appears from the darkness and charges at Michaels, he pulls the boomstick from behind him and fires at the hag, there is a flash and the hag is yanked back by wires.
Michaels flings the boomstick and chainsaw aside as Aaron Enigma enters and joins at Michaels' side as the three of them make their way to the ring.
MM - Introducing, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 232 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by "Head Detective" Aaron Enigma and Sara Nakatomi-Michaels, he is the former Hardcore, Inter-Forum, Honor and Tag Team Champion, the Hardcore Heartthrob, JONNNNNATHANNNNNNNNNNNNN MIIIIICHAELLLLLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
TH: I’ve never seen Whitey do anything without his stooges - just where are they tonight King?
JK: Whitey is a Champion, they’ll only be here if needed, unlike that goof Michaels, who has to bring Columbo out here with him.
As the bell rings, Whitey hangs back in the corner, content to let Drakin and Michaels go at one another. But the two of them look at one another, then sprint across the ring at Whitey. He bails to the outside to get away from Drakin, but runs right into a tope from Michaels, starting the match with a bang.
TH: Wow, what a move to start this match off, Jonathan Michaels means business tonight.
JK: Shot his load too early Hoss…
TH: I beg your pardon?
JK: I meant he went for a big move too early, what did you think I meant?
TH: Never mind…
Michaels gets up and celebrates, only to be caught with a dropkick through the ropes by Drakin, who flattens Jono. Whitey gets to his feet, and is met by a big slap by Drakin. Whitey though, falls against the barricade at ringside. Drakin goes to stomp him to the floor, but Whitey rolls out of the way, and Seth’s foot goes over the barricade. Whitey follows up with a barrage of punches to Drakin’s head as he straddles the guardrail. Michaels has recovered enough to mount the apron, and tries a running leg lariat at Whitey, and catches him across the back of the head. Landing on all fours, Jono gets up quick and grabs Whitey, hurling him back into the ring. He goes for an early cover.
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Whitey can’t be held down, and Michaels rebounds off the ropes to sting Fats with a leg drop across the face.
TH: Ow, I felt that here, Michaels is the front runner in the early stages here King.
JK: I’ll give you that Gorilla, but I still think he’s gone too early, in matches like this you need to pace yourself, work the angles, wear people down, you ain’t gonna win a World Title match in 30 seconds.
TH: Unless you’re Kevin Nash?
JK: Who?
TH: Never mind…
Dragging the champion to his feet, Jono hits quick kicks to the sides of Whitey’s legs, and a couple of roundhouse rights to the sides of the champion’s head. Whitey goes down to one knee, and Jono backs up for a kick to the skull, only to be caught by a returning Drakin, who wrenches him around the throat from behind and pulls the back of his neck against the ropes while dropping to floor from the apron, snapping Michael’s head back.
JK: I was right Gorilla, Michaels was doing too much too soon, and took his eye off the ball, and Drakin caught him.
TH: Uncharacteristic mistake from Michaels there, but he does have back up let’s not forget.
Drakin stares down Enigma at ringside, and the two square up, before Seth climbs back into the ring and takes aim at Whitey, who is still on his knees in the centre of the ring. Seth knocks the champ onto his back with a huge knee to the face, but Whitey rolls out under the bottom rope. Jono meanwhile, is back on his feet, and tags Seth with a hard kick to the back. Seth winces in pain and turns round as Michaels blasts him with a powerful clothesline. Back up quickly, Seth is pulled to the floor with a succession of quick arm drags, before Jono finally applies the armbar to slow the pace down.
JK: Now this is better from Michaels, slowing the pace down, wearing his opponent down.
TH: Seems he’s learned from earlier on - he must be listening to your words of wisdom King.
JK: Well he’d be stupid not to wouldn’t he? Listen, Michaels and Drakin have to beat the champ - he doesn’t have to beat them. Michaels has got to wear people down first, then worry about Hurricanranas and Moonsaults later.
Jono keeps Drakin down for a while, using his weight to keep his fellow challenger pressed again the mat. Seth tries to power out, but Jono levers his torso on top of Seth’s back to keep him down. While doing so, he doesn’t notice Whitey creep back into the ring. The champ sprints across the ring, and clamps his arm around Jono’s head and hits a stunning bulldog to floor one of his challengers. Wasting no time, he quickly goes for a cover.
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JK: Excellent strategy from the Champion there, takes advantage of his opponent legally - the mark of a true champion.
TH: He sneaked up behind him!
JK: And?
TH: That’s not the work of a champion!
JK: It worked didn’t it - mark my words Hoss, that’s the smartest guy in that ring at the moment - if he carries on playing it smart, he’s walking out with that gold.
Drakin breaks the pin up as Jono simultaneously kicks out. Taking a quick cheap kick to Jono’s head, Drakin attempts to charge Whitey, only to run straight into a big Double A Spinebuster. Whitey makes the old Hulk Hogan listening gesture to the crowd as boos ring out with their two heroes floored.
TH: Sickening.
JK: What? He’s just giving the crowd the chance to vent some frustration - that’s a true champion, thinking of the people!
TH: He’s mocking them King! The guy is taking the… well… you know…
JK: You want to watch that mouth Hoss, your mother will be so ashamed of you.
Whitey hauls up Seth and pokes him in the eye. He backs Drakin to the corner and wraps him arms round the ropes, hitting the challenger with short, sharp jabs to the gut. Grinning, he bashes Drakin with an uppercut, and Irish whips him to the far corner, following up with a big corner splash. Another bulldog drops Seth to the canvas, and Whitey mounts the top rope to deliver a big splash.
JK: Y’see, Whitey is a fantastic champion, he’s working over the bigger man, got him right where he wants him, and he knows how to show he’s better as well.
TH: Some people would call that arrogance King.
JK: I’d call it finesse, but as you’d struggle to spell that Hoss I’ll let you call it whatever you like.
The champ takes his time and taunts the crowd as he theatrically leaps from the turnbuckle - only to run into the Fade to Black Superkick from Michaels to the side of the head before he touches down.
TH: Wow! The Fade to Black? This early? That’s bold from Jono - very, very bold - it’s surely over!
Michaels leaps over Drakin for the cover.
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This time Michaels grabs Drakin’s ankle and pulls him off Whitey.
JK: I told you Gorilla, he’s pulling the big moves out of the bag too early - he should have made sure Drakin was out of it before going for that.
TH: Fats is out of it - if one of them could get the upper hand the championship is there for the taking!
The two stand and begin arguing with one another, then to the delight of the crowd, start hitting lefts and rights at one another. Drakin has more power behind his punches, but Michaels has a height and reach advantage, and eventually gets the upper hand. Drakin swings wildly, but Jono ducks, and uses Seth’s momentum to spin him around and pick him up for a back suplex, dropping him on his head. Jono delivers some stomps, then flips Seth over for a Boston Crab. Applying pressure, Jono has more trouble holding this move in place because of Seth’s leg strength. Drakin fights the hold, powering out and catapulting Jono towards the ropes. Seth, rolls over onto his back, but is prone on the floor. Jono seeks to exploit by leaping onto the middle rope and going for a Lionsault, only for Seth to bring his knees up to meet him face first.
TH: Ow, ow ow! That has to hurt - knees straight to the face from one challenger to the other.
JK: In the meantime the Champ is doing the smart thing, taking it easy, conserving his strength while the two challengers go at it - what a Champion!
TH: He’s out! He’s not conserving anything, he doesn’t know what day it is!
JK: And he’s not expending any energy either is he you fool. Honestly Hoss, sometimes I worry…
Jono rolls to arena floor howling in pain, as Seth gets to his feet and grabs hold of the top ropes, ready to slingshot himself over the top onto his prone foe, only for the reawakened Whitey to roll him up from behind with a handful of tights.
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Drakin rolls through, but Fats is up quickly and punts Seth in the side of the head to knock him down. Whitey drops a big leg to his challenger and then taunts the crowd again with a crying eyes gesture as they continue to boo him.
JK: Again, Whitey Fats, always thinking of the people…
Whitey comes up behind Seth and locks in a chokehold. Seth’s eyes bulge as Whitey squeezes tight. The referee gives a five count, and Whitey breaks on four-and-a-half. Michaels crawls back into the ring, blood streaming from his mouth. The referee checks him over, but Whitey shoves the official out of the way and callously slaps Jono across the mouth, send blood spraying into the air. Whitey arrogantly shoves Jono across the face and backs him up into the corner, hitting rights and lefts to his face. Michaels tries to fight back, but Fats overpowers him and hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle, then follows him up top. Whitey hits a big superplex off the top, driving Jono into the mat. Whitey goes for a cover.
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But Jono gets a shoulder up.
TH: Good God, that was mighty close - I’ll give you this King, the champion really looks like he’s up for keeping that title tonight.
JK: First sensible thing you’ve said all night Hoss.
The champ looks at the ref in frustration and drops a knee to Michaels’ head. Whitey gets up , but Drakin is back on his feet, staring angrily at the champion. Whitey tags him with a big right. Drakin stands his ground. Whitey slams another punch into Seth’s jaw, but Drakin again shrugs it off.
TH: Scratch that King, I think he just made Seth mad.
Seth hauls Whitey’s big frame into the air for a hard bodyslam, planting him to the canvas and causing Whitey to arch his back in pain. Seth waits for Fats to get to his feet and levels him with a standing dropkick, knocking him into the corner. Drakin charges and lands a big elbow to Fats’ head, creating a big bump on his temple.
TH: That, King, has to hurt.
JK: You’re not wrong Hoss, but the intestinal fortitude of the champ means he won’t give in.
Whitey is staggered by the force of the blow, and walks right into a spear from Jono. Drakin though, boots Michaels in the face, sending him to ringside, and then locks in The Inquisition on the champion.
TH: Now Seth has locked his finisher in on the Champ, how much more punishment can he take?
JK: That’s why he’s the champion Hoss, he can take the pain that others can’t!
On the outside, Enigma grabs Michaels and attempts to bring him round. Inside the ring, the ref asks Whitey if he wants to tap, but the champ doesn’t give. Whitey uses his bulk to lever himself onto his knees, and take some of the pressure off his back. Seth though, jumps down hard and flattens Fats again. Whitey begins to fade, but still has enough left to push up onto his knees again. That pushes Seth higher up in the seated position, allowing Jono to make it to the top rope and devastate him with a seated senton.
TH: Good God Almighty, he nearly broke Drakin in half!
JK: Now that’s smart - time to bring out the big guns Michaels, it’s the only way you’ll win this one!
Whitey is released from the hold and rolls to ringside, where he starts a shoving match with Enigma, daring him to hit him with the magnifying glass and prompt a disqualification, but Enigma isn’t fooled, prompting Whitey to shove him to the floor. The champ climbs back onto the apron, as Jono and Seth battle in the corner. Taking it to them, Whitey stuns Seth with a right hand and floors Jono with an almighty uppercut. Whitey whips Seth to the ropes and connects with a big boot that sends him over the top to the floor. Fats follows him to the outside, bashing the challenger’s head into the announce table, then hoisting him up to lie on the table itself as Hoss and King make themselves scarce.
TH: You’ll have to forgive us folks if we have a few technical difficulties - I have a feeling this is going to get ugly.
JK: It might improve your looks then Hoss!
Whitey turns round to mount the apron but Enigma distracts him, allowing Jono, who has mounted the top turnbuckle, to unleash a huge moonsault that hits Whitey and drives him through Seth and through the announce table itself.
TH: OH MY GOD! ANOTHER DARING MOVE - AND ALL THREE MEN HAVE TAKEN THE BRUNT OF IT - THIS COULD BE IT!
JK: Enigma should butt out, no one asked Magnum PI to be out here did they - the champ doesn’t need his staff does he, so why has Michaels got damned Sherlock out here???
Enigma sets about reviving Jono, to get one of his opponents back into the ring to take the belt, as the ref begins a slow count, not wanting the match to end like this unless he has to. The camera pans to the ramp, where Mad Pirate Mulligan and Vincent Van Agony are sprinting to ringside.
TH: What were you saying King? Looks like Whitey did make back up plans…
JK: As well he should - given the amount of outside interference going on.
TH: Enigma’s not done a damned thing!
JK: It’s only a matter of time Hoss - you know that.
Enigma hears the crowd reaction and looks up to see Whitey Inc making it’s way to the ring. The three competitors begin to stir as the ref continues the slow count. Viva is first to the ring, but Enigma mounts the barricade and floors him with a running clothesline. The move though, takes a lot out of the Head Detective, and Mulligan seizes his chance, hurling him back first against the apron. Meanwhile, at the count of nine, Seth and Jono both roll Whitey back in the ring to avoid a countout finish. Exhausted, Jono tries for the pin.
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TH: No! Whitey Fats has still got some fight left in him.
JK: And he’s also got the numbers advantage outside the ring too Gorilla, it’s looking good for the champ!
Seth grabs him and pulls him off the champion, and goes for a cover himself, only for Jono to pull him off before the ref can count. The two begin to square up and start a punching match, while Whitey again rolls to the outside looking to get counted out.
TH: Here we go again - these two are really pounding on one another!
Enigma, who has been brawling with Whitey Inc, makes his way around the floor to physically hurl Whitey back in, but he’s held back by Mulligan and Viva, who are out to help their boss. Suddenly an explosion hits at the top of the ramp, and a figure silhouetted in black appears.
JK: Oh Crap, I thought we got rid of this mental patient earlier!
TH: Well I’m not exactly pleased to see him myself after what happened earlier, but I think the tide may just have turned against Whitey Inc!
JK: No, no, no, Mulligan, Viva, do something, he’s gonna ruin everything!
Frank Castle appears through the smoke and runs to ringside. Whitey spots him and leaps back into the ring as Mulligan and Viva release Enigma. Castle lines up alongside Enigma and squares up to Whitey Inc….before blasting Enigma in the head with the Endgame punch, knocking him out.
TH: Whaaat? What the Hell is Castle doing?
JK: I could be wrong Gorilla, but I think he’s decided to take the money.
Jono is shocked his corner man has been taken out by The Punisher, and is attacked from behind by Seth, knocking him through the ropes. Jono lands hard, while Viva, Castle, and Mulligan flip the finger at Drakin, who returns the favour.
TH: This is wrong, Jono’s out of it, Frank Castle hates Whitey Fats, he should have been out here to stop his retaining that title!
JK: So you’re advocating outside interference now are you? How the worm has turned!!!!
Whitey meanwhile, has been watching the unfolding events, and waits.
JK: Look out Seth, I think you’re about to go night night!
TH: The challenger turns round, and walks straight into…THE PHATSDRIVER! Oh My God I think he broke his neck!
Whitey gives a big grin to the crowd, who boo, and makes the cover.
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MM: Here is your winner, and still WWCF World Champion, "Handsome" Whitey Fats!
TH: I don’t believe it! Whitey Fats retains the title - in the biggest event of the year - what a title match, and what a finish. I don’t think anyone saw that coming.
JK: There was everything in that Gorilla. Jono went with the big moves early on, but it didn’t pay off, Seth played a more patient game, and came so, so close to picking up the win, but in the end, the numbers of men, and numbers of dollars, at Whitey Inc, came out on top
Seth rolls out of the ring holding his neck, as Jono rouses Enigma, the three get to their feet, look at one another, give the nod, and charge back into the ring. They stand nose to nose with Whitey Inc, before all hell breaks out and both sides start beating on one another. Whitey bails out, grabs his belt and motions to his troops to retreat down the aisle. Viva, Mulligan and Castle surround their boss and make their way back up the ring. Whitey holds the belt aloft and points at his two existing members and new recruit, giving the crowd a big grin as Seth, Jono and Enigma stare them down from the ring.
TH: Folks, we’ve had a special evening, we hope you’ve enjoyed it, we certainly have - and I think I can say one thing for sure - this isn’t over. From me Tim Hoss, and from Jesse King, don’t forget to join us for Niteraw, but this has been Gookermania - goodnight!
CREDITS: Evil M, Connor Mackenzie, Viva, Smokin' Vokoun, The Sam, Aaron Enigma, BRB, whoever the Majority Shareholder is, whoever this "Jack" guy is, Colt, Punisher, Richlen, Jonathan Michaels, Whitey Fats, Seth Drakin, Mr. Socko's Brother
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Post by General Adam on Sept 26, 2011 22:59:48 GMT -5
Damn good show! Congrats to Viva, Pirate, Connor, and Gus.
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smokinvokoun
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Post by smokinvokoun on Sept 26, 2011 23:01:16 GMT -5
Congrats everybody on a great great show!!!!!!
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Post by Crulk Smash! on Sept 26, 2011 23:01:49 GMT -5
Crulk want match with Rollins! Crulk also write match if want or help write match!Crulk have plan for Rollins.
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Johnny B. Decent
Patti Mayonnaise
Had one once
Everybody's Favorite Arizonian.
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Sept 26, 2011 23:03:58 GMT -5
All right, allow me to explain the clusterf*** of me and Whitey Inc.
Originally, I was supposed to be a member by BattleBowl at the latest. Like, I signed up before Viva or Dupoe. The idea was I would eventually demolish Colt and formally end The Pantheon. However, things like Colt vanishing, me winning the Tag Titles, Seth hijacking my time and some other stuff put that off.
Well, about a weekish ago, I confirmed to Whitey I was still in. However, later he accidentally PM'd me and told me that Socko approved a briefcase win. I knew what was up, and was preparing for it. Problem is, Whitey didn't tell Socko that I was in the wings to join.
When I finally told Socko, it was too late. The idea was before the show, Whitey won me over with a "contract", and I would bail when Viva/MPM came, but like I said, too late. And Viva already made a promo.
Now, earlier today, I told Whitey all this, and acknowledged we both fudged up, and he suggested a retcon. So:
What happened was this:
Again, sorry for the mess.
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