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Monday NiteRaw December 13th, 2010
Hoss - Welcome to Monday NiteRaw! Tonight, we have a big match for the Championship of Honor, a tag team encounter that promises to be most… interesting, and how about this?! I’ve been told that we will see the return of Nakatomi Plaza tonight!
King - That is if Hideo Nakatomi actually allows his daughter to show up this time.
Hoss - Only time will tell, Jess. Now, let’s head down to ring so we can kick things off, hardcore style!
Hardcore match: Cageking V. Super Masked Hero X
Muffer - The following hardcore contest is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!
*Fatal KO*
The Parts Uknown Arena goes completely dark except for a spotlight that stays on X as he runs down to the ring from the entryway. Pyro and fireworks erupt in his wake. He jumps into the ring and raises his fists in the center as fireworks shoot from the ring posts.
Muffer - Introducing first, from Planet X, weighing in at 300 pounds, Super Masked Hero X!
Hoss - This will be a match of contenders here, Jess! Last week, Super Masked Hero X defeated Shannon Gay in a brutal match to earn the number one contenders spot at Christmassacre.
King - Gorilla, I don’t like this guy. But I have to give the edge at the PPV to him. I mean, he’s going up against Metal, who has to be luckiest champion in the company at this time!
*The Way I Am*
Cageking hip hop’s down to the ring, as X paces around.
Muffer - And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 295 pounds, Cageking!
Hoss - Cageking is the number one contender for the Inter-Forum Championship, having defeated Lionhart last week to earn his shot.
King - Beating Lionhart isn’t much of an accomplishment though. And considering the current title holder is the only undefeated man in the business…
X and Cageking stare each other down…
*Fanfare and March*
Hoss - Speak of the devil.
The Sam, dressed in a cheap suit, the Inter-Forum Championship strapped around his waist, makes his way to the announce table.
King - Hey! Looks like the Champ is gonna grace us with his presence!
The Sam - Jesse, my best friend! How are you?!
The Sam and Jesse hug.
Gorilla.
The Sam give Hoss a limp handshake and sits down.
In the ring, Cageking is watching The Sam, but Masked Hero X clubs him from behind as John Creed calls for the bell!
I figured I should come out here and scout my opponent at Christmassacre. It’s Cageking I’m facing, right?
King - I think so. I know it’s one of these two, not that it matters.
X hammers Cageking with several hammering shots, then tosses him to the outside.
True. Whichever one of them it is, they’ll just be the latest victim of the streak!
Hoss - So, Super Masked Hero X taking it to Cageking…
King - Shh! Gorilla, The Sam and I are trying to talk here!
Hero X picks up a chair and cracks Cageking across the back! Another shot, then he slam’s Cageking’s head off the ring apron!
So now… I’m sorry. Which one is Cageking?
Hoss - …Cageking is the rapper, X is the superhero.
X throws Cageking back in the ring, cover!
1!
Kickout!
I’m sorry, but that doesn’t explain anything.
X pulls Cageking up, setting him for a DDT…
The power goes out! In the ring, the action grinds to a halt. Hoss, King, and Sam are silenced with their headsets not working. Referees Will Alphonzo and Floyd McLloyd run out to confer with Creed, as the backup generators kick in.
Hoss - Can you here me? Are we on?
Hero X and Cageking both look confused as Creed tells them to continue the match. Cageking kicks X in the gut, then tosses him back to the outside!
King - What happened?!
Probably Neo Het and Vlad reading to many fanfics. Their laptop likely overloaded the generator.
King - Of course!
Cageking pulls a trashcan out from under the ring and smashes it over X’s head! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
So seriously now, which one is Cageking?
Cageking pulls X up and whips him into the announce table! He backs up, then charges, knocking X over the table and into The Sam’s lap!
Are you Cageking?!
Cageking grabs X and pulls him back over the table, then get’s in The Sam’s face.
Um… how ya doin’, Cageking?
The Sam smiles disingenuously and offers his hand, but X nails Cageking from behind with the lid of the trashcan!
Ha, what a chump!
Hoss - Super Masked Hero X regaining control it would appear.
X reaches under the ring and pulls out a brick, as full power is restored to arena!
King - Finally!
X holds up the brick and waves it around.
Now who was gonna assassinate the President with a weather machine?!
The Sam jumps up and points at Cageking.
It was him, sir! All him!
Cageking, is on his knees.
No, it was all him! Really!
X looks at The Sam, then at Cageking, then turns back to The Sam!
Hey, easy now!
Cageking comes up behind X and rolls him up!
1! 2! Kickout!
X turns back to Cageking, who nails him with a series of jabs, then hoists him up!
King - Looks like he’s going for the Overnight Celebrity!
X is able to squirm of it, however! He grabs the brick, as Cageking turns around, BAM!!!
Hoss - Knocked Out!
X covers Cageking!
1!
2!
3!
Muffer - Here is your winner, Super Masked Hero X!
I hope Cageking has learned a valuable lesson here. People who build weather machines to try and assassinate the President will never succeed. That is why I shall remain undefeated at Christmassacre.
King - The Sam, it’s been a pleasure.
Of course it has. Jesse, thank you for your hospitality. Gorilla… good job, I guess.
The Sam gets up and leaves the table. He stops to stand over Cageking, still unconscious, before heading up the ramp. In the ring, X is still celebrating, but Metal runs down and nails him with his Money in the Bank briefcase!
King - What the hell is he doing out here?!
Metal pulls Cageking up and delivers the Double Bass DDT on the case!
Hoss - He’s making a statement, that’s what!
Metal holds up the Hardcore belt to a favorable response as we go to a break.
TH: Up next, WWCF Galaxy, we have a rip roaring match ready to rock this arena when- [/size] *Rigorous Vengeance – Municipal Waste* JK: It’s Boiler Room Brawler! [/size] Boiler Room Brawler walks out onto the stage and gazes at the crowd.TH: The past month has been nothing but turmoil as Boiler Room Brawler regained his memories and went on a warpath that culminated in a post-match assault on our World Champion, “Damn Right” Jackson. [/size] BRB slams his pipe wrench down before grabbing a microphone.JK: What he’ll say? [/size] BRB soaks in the crowd’s reactions before speaking.BRB: That’s right… it’s me, it’s me, it’s B… R… B! [/size] JK: Been a while since we heard him say that. [/size] BRB scowls before continuing.BRB: The last time you saw me… I swung my big, massive, pipe wrench straight at… your World champion? D. R. Jackson? [/size] JK: I think steam’s about to come out his ears. [/size] BRB: If I despise one thing… it’s seeing a belt on the wrong man. Unfortunately, only I seem man enough to take it off him. [/size] TH: The very next week he won the Hardcore Championship to boot. [/size] BRB: It’s nearly been a year since I beat you for the Interforums championship, Jackson, and now it’s time for all the beans! I made the first shot, and you responded. [/size] JK: The first shot; there’s a way to put it. [/size] BRB: I remember Mister Fourchon put a bounty on your head. Just to prove that I’m tougher than you ever were, I’ll challenge any man in the locker room to a Hardcore Match next week, cuz BRB needs warming up before he faces Jackson for the big one at Christmassacre. One year ago, I called out another undeserving ingrate to his belt, M.O.P., and I fought him to a draw, but this time, Jackson, there won’t be a draw. There will be a big, massive, pipe wrench in your skull, and standing above you will be me, BRB, holding the WWCF World Title![/b] [/color] *Rigorous Vengeance – Municipal Waste* BRB drops the mic, hoists up his pipe wrench, and leaves for the back.TH: Boiler Room Brawler is back with a vengeance-[/size] JK: Literally! [/size] TH: And he’s laid down the gauntlet? But who will answer the challenge? [/size] JK: Who would want to? [/size] TH: I’m sure we’ll find out by next week, but let’s get to the next match as we were before being interrupted…[/size] MICHAEL MUFFER: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!*"Boys Don't Cry" by The Clash hits* MICHAEL MUFFER: Introducing first! Hailing from Hot Topic and weighing in at 266 lbs...he is, "Kawaii Desu"...Neo...HET!*The ring is engulfed in colored smoke, which seems to appear out of nowhere. When the smoke finally clears, Neo Het is standing in the ring, holding and stroking a calico kitten. Neo Het climbs out of the ring and gives the kitten to a pretty young girl in the crowd, before pointing up to the sky in remembrance of his dead magical wizard father, chef mother and adopted hobbit family who were all killed by evil wizards.* TIM HOSS: Our newer fans may be unfamiliar with Neo Het, so here are some facts about him. Neo Het is the son of a wizard and a chef, who were both killed by evil wizards when he was eight years old...JESSE KING: Gorilla, do you HAVE to tell this story?TIM HOSS: I was just getting to the relevant part, King. See, he was adopted by a clan of evil vampires after his parents' death. Those vampires fed on him and turned him into one of their own. That might be where he met his tag team partner for tonight, Vlad III. It also means that the champions will be taking on not one, but two vampires tonight!JESSE KING: Pfft, vampires are even more overrated than ninjas. And how does he know that one of those kittens he gives away isn't going to go to some disturbed and borderline psychotic emo teen who decides to sacrifice it to Satan or something?TIM HOSS: Shh! We're not supposed to think about things like that.*Music changes to "Piggy" by NIN* MICHAEL MUFFER: And his partner...hailing from Castle Dragu and weighing in at 333 lbs...Count...DRACULA!!!*The lingering smoke suddenly seems to be sucked back into the ring, where it coalesces into none other than Count Dracula! Black hair slicked back, black cloak over a nice suit, pale complexion. He's almost as sexy as Neo Het, and the resulting pop from the straight females in attendance dwarfs all of the crowd reactions Jeff Hardy has ever gotten combined.* JESSE KING: Chicks dig vampires, huh?TIM HOSS: Yes they do, Jess, which makes Neo Het all the more awesome for being one! As a matter of fact, I've done a lot of research on vampires for this upcoming match, so if anything confusing happens I'll be able to explain it.JESSE KING: Gorilla, you don't seem like yourself. Now, while I've always thought that any change would be an improvement, you're proving me wrong. What's the deal?TIM HOSS: I don't know what you're talking about.*Music stops* MICHAEL MUFFER: And their opponents!*"You've Got Another Thing Coming" by Judas Priest starts up* MICHAEL MUFFER: Weighing it at a combined 445 lbs, they are the WWCF WOOOORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....RYAN BLOOD & JOHNNY STONE!*Blood & Stone appear on the ramp to a universally negative reaction from the fans in attendance. The boos just seem to amuse them as they make their way down to the ring. Once inside, both men climb the ropes in different corners and hold up their title belts boastfully.* JESSE KING: Facing a couple of vampires doesn't seem to be fazing Blood & Stone!TIM HOSS: Look at those two, acting like they're better than Neo Het! I hate them SO MUCH. I want them to DIE!JESSE KING: Uh...okay...*The champions hand their belts to the ref, and the contest is underway with Stone and Neo Het starting things off* Non-title match: WWCF World Tag Team Champions Ryan Blood & Johnny Stone vs. "Kawaii Desu" Neo Het & Count Dracula, a.k.a. "Vlad III"*Stone and Neo Het lock up, with Stone getting Het in a headlock. Het counters into a belly to back suplex, however, and goes to follow it up with a Lionsault. But Stone is back up pretty quickly and catches Het in midair...jumping piledriver on Neo Het!* TIM HOSS: Oh noes!JESSE KING: "Oh noes"?TIM HOSS: Neo Het just got dropped on his head! THAT IS NOT KAWAII DESU!JESSE KING: To everybody watching at home, it's a dark day when I have to be the voice of reason, but my broadcast partner is acting like a middle-aged and male FANGIRL of Neo Het. I have no idea why, but it's kind of disturbing. It's almost like we suddenly jumped into somebody's bad fanfic that's becoming worse by the second, but obviously this is real life.TIM HOSS: Go Neo Het! You're my hero!*Neo Het is much too tough to be put away by a jumping piledriver, though, so he springs up and smashes the evil Johnny Stone in the face! Stone goes reeling into his corner, where he tags in the evil Ryan Blood! Neo Het faces this new challenger bravely, because he is awesome and handsome and the greatest wrestler EVAR! Blood climbs through the ropes, clearly nervous at the prospect of getting in the ring with somebody as powerful as Neo Het* BLOOD: LOOK! A UNICORN!*Because he is a great friend to unicorns, Neo Het turns around. But it is a trick by the evil Ryan Blood, who dropkicks Neo Het's legs out from under him! Neo Het crashes to the canvas, where Blood begins to stomp on him!* TIM HOSS: *sobs as he watches this terrible villain's display of cruelty*JESSE KING: Oh for the love of GOD!!!*Blood flings Neo Het into the ropes and hits him with a rolling elbow as he bounces back, and then a discus clothesline! Even as mighty as he is, Neo Het is brought down again. Because he is a jerk, Ryan Blood covers Neo Het and tries to beat him* One! Two! Kickout! YAY! TIM HOSS: YAY!JESSE KING: *facepalms**Blood pulls Neo Het into the corner and tags in Stone. The two evil champions then unfairly gang up on Neo Het when Blood catapults him into a running headbutt from Stone! Neo Het tries to tag in his friend Count Dracula, but he's too far away! Stone drags Neo Het into the center of the ring and then he begins climbing to the top rope! Blood also climbs to the top rope in another corner, and then both of them fly off at the same time to drop elbows on Neo Het!* TIM HOSS: What a vile display of evilness!JESSE KING: I feel like I'm the only sane person left here, and that I won't stay that way if I have to listen to much more of this.*Blood gets out of the ring before the ref finishes the count, and then Stone goes to pin Neo Het and try to beat him, because he's evil and a jerk* One! Two! Kickout! Woot! *Like the terrible, terrible man that he is, Stone picks up Neo Het while he is vulnerable to powerbomb him...but Neo Het, like the heroic, wonderful man that he is, backdrops Stone! NEO HET TAGS IN COUNT DRACULA!* TIM HOSS: Awesome! Count Dracula will defeat the forces of evil now!JESSE KING: ARE YOU CRAZY?! Never mind, stupid question. But this is COUNT ****ING DRACULA! Since when has he ever been portrayed as a hero?!TIM HOSS: He's just misunderstood, like Neo Het.*Count Dracula flies into the ring! Johnny Stone tries to hit him, but fails, because Count Dracula has super speed! Stone is chokeslammed! Blood, with blatant disregard for the rules and showing great stupidity, tries to attack Dracula, but gets hit with a superhumanly strong spear! Stone has begun to get up now, and he pulls a bag full of something out of his tights! He opens it and dumps it all over the canvas...IT'S RICE!* TIM HOSS: Oh no, this is terrible!JESSE KING: I can't believe I'm about to ask this...Why is it terrible, Gorilla?TIM HOSS: Because vampires suffer from OCD, the poor things! If you drop a lot of grains of rice in front of a vampire, he'll be compelled to stop whatever he's doing and count them all!JESSE KING: You're kidding, right? Oh wow, you're NOT kidding...*Count Dracula's OCD is too powerful for him to resist, and he gets down on his hands and knees to count all of the grains of rice! The referee can't do anything, since it's not against the rules! But it's getting even worse now, because there's an evil wizard in the crowd! It's the leader of the evil wizards who killed Neo Het's chef mother and wizard father! He casts a spell on Blood and Stone, making them just as strong and fast as Count Dracula for the rest of the match! The refere doesn't see the evil wizard casting the evil spell because his back is turned!* TIM HOSS: SOMEBODY ARREST THAT EVIL WIZARD!*But the evil wizard evades the justice he deserves and vanishes, as Neo Het curses the heavens for this cruel twist of fate in his corner! Stone picks up Count Dracula, who is focused on the rice, and hits him with a Michinoku Driver II! Count Dracula isn't moving! Stone lifts Count Dracula high over his head and carries him over to the corner, where Blood makes a tag...Stone drops Dracula with a gorilla press slam, and climbs through the ropes as Blood jumps in and flips off the ropes to land on Dracula with an Arabian press!* One! Two! Kickout! *Neo Het is depressed that things aren't going well, and also because there was no unicorn earlier, so the referee goes over to try and cheer him up! Blood sprays something in Dracula's face, and it HURTS HIM and makes him scream!* TIM HOSS: That's colloidal silver, in-stock and overpriced at your neighborhood health food store! Vampires are vulnerable to silver!JESSE KING: I thought that was werewolves.TIM HOSS: NOT ON "TRUE BLOOD"!*Just as things are looking their darkest, a unicorn trots down to ringside and nuzzles Neo Het! This makes him feel much better and suddenly he's eager to tag into the match! But Dracula can't get to him, since Blood has thrown him into the turnbuckles in his and Stone's corner and is ramming his shoulder into Dracula's stomach over and over with the superspeed of a vampire! Then he snapmares him out of the corner and roundhouse kicks him in the back of the head really, really, really hard! But as Blood goes for another cover, Dracula shoves his fingers in Blood's mouth, a Mandible Claw!* TIM HOSS: Go Dracula!*Dracula almost makes Blood tap, but Stone hits him before he can! Seeing somebody being so mean to Count Dracula makes the unicorn cry, since the unicorn is also a vampire and feels solidarity with other vampires! Stone tags himself in and throws Dracula into the ropes, but Dracula reverses it and bites Stone in the forehead! Stone headbutts him off after a second, but now that Dracula has fed he has the energy to jump over to Neo Het and tag him in!* TIM HOSS: KILL HIM, NEO HET! DO IT FOR THE UNICORNS AND PANDAS AND RAINBOWS AND MOTHERS WHO ARE CHEFS!JESSE KING: I have no idea what to say to that.*Neo Het happily hits Stone with a jumping cutter, and then climbs to the top rope and lands on him with a shooting star press! Blood goes to attack Neo Het because Blood is stupid and thinks that he can beat Neo Het, but he's WRONG because Neo Het ducks the clothesline and hits Blood with an enzuigiri! Stone gets up but since Neo Het is awesome he snap suplexes Stone, and bulldogs Blood before HE can get up! Neo Het goes for the pin on Stone* One! Two! Kickout! *Count Dracula is still weak and needs some more blood, so he goes over to a fan and bites her neck to get some! Everybody is jealous of the lucky woman! But in the ring, while Neo Het throws Blood over the top rope, Stone clips his leg out from under him! Stone picks up Neo Het and hits him with a front powerslam!* TIM HOSS: How can Johnny Stone be so nasty to somebody as magical and sensitive and sparkly as Neo Het?JESSE KING: Not gonna smack him, not gonna smack him, not gonna smack him....*Stone tags Blood back in, and Blood tries to hit Neo Het with a missile dropkick as he stands up, but Neo Het dodges and Blood crashes without hitting anything! Meanwhile on the outside, Count Dracula doesn't want to kill the woman he was feeding on because he's a good vampire, so he stops just before she passes out from blood loss and starts feeding on one of the other beautiful women begging for his attention! Neo Het picks Blood up for a fireman's carry slam, then goes up top and flies off with a frog splash! He covers Blood...will he win this time? ?* One! Two! Kickout! TIM HOSS: Damn that evil wizard for casting an evil spell on Ryan Blood to make him able to kick out! I hate evil wizards!JESSE KING: Yeah, evil wizards are a bitch all right.*As Blood starts to get up, Neo Het throws him across the ring with a dragon screw leg whip, and then lands on Blood with a standing moonsault! Neo Het climbs to the top rope* TIM HOSS: OH-EM-GEE, he's going to do the Desu Dive! SQUEEE! This is going to be the greatest moment in the history of our sport!JESSE KING: AAAAARGH!!!!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS MUCH LONGER!!!!*But what's this? Before Neo Het can hit the move, Blood gets up and lunges at him, making him lose his balance and crotching him on the top turnbuckle! Blood climbs up, grabs Neo Het by the head, and brings him down with the ADH! Dracula doesn't notice because he's still thirsty and there are many more women in the crowd who want to give him their blood, so he can't make the save as Blood covers* One! Two! Three! MICHAEL MUFFER: Here are your winners, Ryan Blood and Johnny Stone!*Stone and Blood congratulate one another in the middle of the ring, as Neo Het groggily rolls under the bottom rope to the floor and Dracula continues to binge on those in attendance* TIM HOSS: Ryan Blood picking up the victory over Neo Het with the ADH after a hard-fought contest.JESSE KING: Gorilla? Is that you? Are you back to normal?TIM HOSS: Huh? I kind of blacked out there for a while, Jess, but I'm fine now. Maybe I should get checked out by a doctor to make sure it's nothing serious, and....OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT GUY DOING TO THAT WOMAN IN THE CROWD?!!!!JESSE KING: Fans, we've got to take a quick commercial break now, but something tells me that when we get back, things will be a lot less silly and unrealistic. At least, they'd BETTER be!Ryan Starshine V. DR JacksonMichael Muffer – The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 30 minute time limit. *Spit on Your Face plays on the PA as WWCF World Champion DR Jackson makes his way out* Michael Muffer – Introducing first, from West Philly, weighing in tonight at 296 pounds, he is the WWCF World Champion, this is DR Jackson. *Jackson enters the ring and waits for his opponent.* Michael Muffer – And his opponent-*Supermassive Black Hole [Elephant Armada Remix] plays on the PA as Ryan Starshine, warting the ‘Anti-Smokin’ Vokoun’ shirt makes his way out* Michael – From Star City, Australia, weighing in at an alleged 200 and something pounds, this is the ‘Technical Professional’ Ryan Starshine. *Starshine stops halfway down the ramp and pulls a mic out from his jacket.* Ryan Starshine – I would like to ask for your attention. *The crowd boos* Ryan Starshine – CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION? …SHUT UP! *The crowd continues booing* Ryan Starshine – Tonight I face the current WWCF World Champion. In a match that’s, surprise, surprise, a non-title match. DR Jackson you might have had some success recently. You also might have a nice belt around your waist showing it. But have you slain a monster? You may have beaten names like Tyfo, Colt, Jonathan Michaels, they’re some fairly impressive accolades. But you have not beaten The Smokin’ Vokoun, and on top of that, one on one, you have never beaten me. I am the Technical Professional. I am the most underrated superstar in this company. I am a two time tag team champion. I was never pinned in losing those belts. I may not hold a singles title, but that’s only because I’ve never had a shot at one. Every turn I’ve made, every step forward, I’m pushed back. Tonight not only am I going to prove that I am the best here by beating you, but I will propel myself into the WWCF World Title picture. In fact, I am so confident in my abilities, that this match will not last any longer than five, that’s right five minutes. Tim Hoss – A bold statement from the overly confident Techincal Professional. Jesse King – He’s right Gorilla. Everything he says is true. And look at that t-shirt, he’s got great fashion sense. Ryan Starshine – People like The Smokin’ Vokoun may never understand it, but I am far and away beyond their capabilities. DR Jackson you may be on a roll-Jesse King – Oh no! Gorilla, look behind him! Ryan Starshine – You may have momentum. *Smokin Vokoun is seen slowly walking up behind him* You may even have the fickle fans here on your side. But I know that- *Starshine quickly turns around, coming face to face with Vokoun.* *Vokoun slaps the mic from his hand. Starshine puts his hands up defensively and backs up towards the ring. He quickly darts under the ropes and the ref signals for the bell* Starshine turns towards Jackson and swings a fist. Jackson ducks and immediately lifts him up into an Argentine rack. He sits out and drops him into the High Attitude. He quickly makes a cover. 1… 2… 3 Michael Muffer – The winner of this match, the WWCF World Heavyweight Champion, DR Jackson. Tim Hoss – Looks like the Technical Professional was right. This was a short match. Jesse King – He was against two other guys Gorilla. How is that fair. Tim Hoss – I never knew Starshine played the game of fair. *Jackson stands over Starshine and looks toward Vokoun, the latter doesn’t remove his stare from the fallen opponent. Jackson exits the ring and cautiously walks around Vokoun he walks up the ramp and raises his belt as he walks back through the curtain.* *Vokoun moves again and enters the ring. He kneels next to Starshine and grabs him by the hair. He says something inaudible and roughly releases his grip. He stands up and walks up the ramp and backstage.* Tim Hoss – Folks, I don’t know what Vokoun might have said but I’ll bet the message is clear. We’ve gotta take a break, but don’t tune out we’ve got a great night still ahread of us. *Commercial break* What does every kid want this Holiday season? Why Christmas Log of course! Use it for decoration. Serve it for Christmas lunch. No need for that rusty old star anymore, now you’ll be the envy of your neighbours. Fill up your stocking. Plug your chimney from that jolly red intruder. It’s Christmas Log! *doodoodoodoo doodoo* What rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs rolls over your neighbours dog? What fits on your back, and is great for a snack? It's log, log, log. It’s Log, Log. It’s big, it’s heavy, it’s wood! It’s Log, Log. It’s better than bad it’s good! Everyone wants a Log! You're gonna love it Log! Come on and get your Log! Everyone needs a Log! Log. Log. Log. Log, from Blammo!*End break* Tim Hoss – Welcome back to Monday NiteRAW, and have we got a match coming up for you. Jesse King – Hold on Gorilla, I don’t think we can start any match until the Technical Professional clears the ring. *We see Starshine sitting by the corner turnbuckle of the ring with one hand covering his brow, the other holding a mic.* Tim Hoss – Can we get someone out here to take him to the back? Hello? Can we-Ryan Starshine – It was ten months ago when I made the decision to leave the WWCF. I didn’t leave because I was unhappy here. I didn’t leave because of politics. I didn’t even leave because I wasn’t physically able to perform. I left for no other reason than because it felt right. I was content to walk away and continue my life outside of the squared circle. I didn’t get a big parade celebrating my career. I didn’t get a night dedicated to me filled with promotional videos focused on my bigger moments. I didn’t even get to pick my last opponent. I didn’t even get a spot on the ‘A show.’ I simply didn’t resign my contract and walked away. Well that was the plan. Walk away and maybe celebrate later that night. But what actually happened was a little different. I spent the last night of my career in a hospital bed, being monitored overnight. Because a man, who was nothing more than a lackey, did what he was told. When the Smokin’ Vokoun took that moment from me, he took a part of my heart with him. The one positive thing I could say in my career was that I won you fans over. Whatever I was doing was right for that one short moment in time. And even though I didn’t walk away that night on my own, I still knew that my time was over. I had well paying job lined up with a steady income and lots of work, something that I wouldn’t have to put my life on the line for every week. I had time to see friends and family more often. It was good for a while. But when you attacked me Vokoun, you left something inside me that went unresolved.
So I watched WWCF NiteRAW. I watched to see the friends I had backstage do the thing they loved, winning championships, matches and fans alike. And then there was you, The Smokin’ Vokoun. Now his own man, holding his Hardcore title in the air, the fans around you screaming your name. The same fans who had belonged to me, who had chanted my name. They forgot about me and embraced you. By doing so also reminding me of that night you left me sprawled on the mat. So I thought about it. I took weeks to consider what mattered to me. To come back and take what was mine, or live my life and continue to be a blip on the WWCF radar. I made my decision and I came back, stronger than ever. I left my steady job. I put aside my family and friends. I put my life back on the line. Because I knew, I knew, that I was better than you, and I knew I needed to prove it to myself.
So I was back, and I made my first step forward to proving myself in the WWCF Battlebowl. I lost. But that didn’t matter because I still had a chance with the Money in the Bank or Botch match at Gookermania. Three out of four chance, how could I lose? Despite all my efforts, all my abilities, I failed to walk out with a single case. But that wasn’t the end of the road. I knew I could convince Little Naitch to put his on the line. I knew if I targeted his pride, he would give me what I wanted. All I needed to do was use that opportunity to take what I knew I needed. So I beat Little Naitch. I proved everyone who said I couldn’t wrong. That was an appropriate beginning to what should have been a big success story. But again that didn’t happen. Again, I found myself at another disappointment. I drew the pink slip, I was out of the WWCF again. Not by choice, but by design. I was embarrassed. I didn’t have that job on hold. I had pushed away my friends and family. I had nothing. All because of you, The Smokin’ Vokoun.
It was because of you that I came back. That I lost what I once held close to my heart. It was because of you that you lost your Hardcore title to The Headbanger Man. When Mr. Wink offered me a chance to return I knew I couldn’t turn it down. Not just because I needed it. But because I knew I could ruin the man who had ruined my life and take from him what he’d stolen from me. I may have burned you and it may have hurt. But that was a short, brief pain compared to what you have done to me. Even when I finally beat you and had put you behind me, you still couldn’t stay away. Tonight you cost me my match and then stood over me and said two words. You said; Chicago Deathmatch. Vokoun, once again you have placed me in a position where I can’t refuse the offer before me. If I do refuse, you continue to destroy my life. But if I accept, then this is over. I know well enough that the Chicago Deathmatch is your specialty, and beating you at what you pride yourself on, well there would be nothing better. I accept.
I am not a Hardcore wrestler. I am the Technical Professional. I am the greatest superstar in this company. I will never let you take that from me, and I will never let you beat me again. Because once the pay per view is over, once your bloody carcass is dragged from the ring, I will then also be known as the Smokin' Slayer. My name is Ryan Starshine, and at WWCF Christmassacre, I conquer my demon once and for all. *Supermassive Black Hole [Elephant Armada Remix] plays on the PA as Starshine exits the ring and walks to the back.* Tim Hoss – Well there we have it Jesse. A very personal match signed for Christmassacre. Jesse King – This is ten months in the making Gorilla. Ten months! Tim Hoss – Well we still have a lot left folks. Stay tuned for the next match.*"Girlfriend" hits. In the ring, the Nakatomi Plaza set is in place* MICHAEL MUFFER: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Sara Nakatomi.*Instead of Sara Nakatomi, though, Ryan Blood walks out with a mic.* TIM HOSS: Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me! What's this idiot doing out here?*The crowd's reaction is initially confusion, and then a chorus of boos. Blood gets in the ring with the set and begins to talk...* RYAN BLOOD: Bad news, everybody! Bad news! Sara couldn't be here tonight because her pop's still got her locked in a cellar somewhere! Now, as the altruistic guy that I am, and as one half of the WWCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, I made what I thought was a very reasonable offer to make her life a little more enjoyable. But I haven't heard back from Hideo, so I guess being a champion alone isn't enough for him to pimp his daughter out to you!*Angry booing from all over the Parts Unknown Arena causes Blood to wait a while before he continues.* BLOOD: Fortunately, though, I did happen to get ahold of her number, and I thought that an interview with me would brighten little Sara's day! Let's give her a call, shall we?*Blood pulls out his cell and dials. Apparently it's connected to the PA, as everybody in the arena hears the sound of a phone ringing, followed by...* SARA: Hello? BLOOD: Sara! It's Ryan Blood! How are you?SARA: I'm sorry, who?BLOOD: The guy who's currently one half of the WWCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, you dumb bitch.SARA: Yeah, I'm hanging up.BLOOD: But I've got a message from Jono!SARA: ...BLOOD: Still there?SARA: I don't know you, and I don't think I want to. But I haven't seen or heard from Jonathan in weeks, so if you really do have a message from him I would like to hear it.BLOOD: Well, Jono won a battle royal last week along with Little Naitch to challenge for the titles held by me and Johnny Stone!SARA: He did? Good for him! Maybe winning the tag titles will convince Daddy to let him see me again!BLOOD: Now I find that interesting, Sara. Why should he need a championship to spend time with you?SARA: He shouldn't, but that's the only way he can get Daddy's blessing.BLOOD: Ah, I see. Well, I've got some more news for you, Sara. As the current and reigning champion, I asked "Daddy" for the privilege of going out with you...SARA: WHAT?! He didn't say yes, did he?!BLOOD (chuckles): What if he did, baby? Is that the way your special father/daughter relationship works? When Daddy says to jump UP, you ask "How high? And when Daddy says to go DOWN, you ask "On who and for how long?" Is that how you met Jono?SARA: YOU ASSHOLE!BLOOD: Heh heh, feisty! Well, Hideo hasn't gotten back to me...YET. I only just left him the message asking ten minutes ago, give or take.*Blood grins and winks at the camera* SARA (distraught): Oh God....BLOOD: Now hey, Sara, you sound as if this is a fate worse than death! Like you said, you don't know me! How do you know I wouldn't treat you well, huh?SARA (audibly crying): I only want to see Jonathan!BLOOD: Oh, I'm afraid that if you ever see Jono again, you'll get tired of him before long. See, me and Stone, we're going to f*** him up but good real soon now, and I can only assume that quadraplegics make lousy lovers.SARA (defiance in her voice now, despite her still being in tears): You go ahead and try! Better men than you have!BLOOD (laughs): I can tell that Daddy took away your television privileges, which I guess isn't surprising; I suppose he doesn't want you to see somebody he rightly thinks is too much of a loser to date you! But here's the thing, Sara: me and Stone, we've beaten better men than your former boyfriend! Men like Colt, Jazzman, and Evil M! And we DESTROYED those guys! Taking out Michaels should be no problem. He can share a hospital room with YOUR DAD.SARA: NO! Don't hurt him!BLOOD: Who, Michaels or "Daddy"? Are you telling me that you actually care about Hideo? Wow, are you ever pathetic! The guy treats you worse than if you were a dog, and you meekly lie down and accept it! This is why I don't talk to you respectfully, Sara; it's because you're a worthless, pitiful c*** who has no GUTS! If either of my parents tried to run my life that way, I'd punch their goddamn lights out! A strong-willed woman would be worthy of my respect, but as I said to the WWCF Galaxy just before I made this call, you're nothing but a whore, and your father's nothing but a pimp who slaps you around when he thinks you got out of line. So that's why I'm treating you like a whore. To paraphrase a famous license plate motto, either live FREE or DIE, bitch.*Blood hangs up and the PA drones a dial tone that grates on everybody's ears until it's shut off. The crowd is booing the hell out of him* BLOOD: Yeah, dumbasses, the truth hurts, don't it?*"Hair Of The Dog" suddenly hits, and Johnny Stone emerges from the back to more boos. He heads down to the ring with a mic in his hand.* BLOOD: Johnny? What's up, man?STONE: Hey, I heard some promoin' in the back about this guy ordering our cripplings, Ryan!BLOOD: What? Who, Nakatomi?*Stone nods, and then turns to face the entryway* STONE: Hey old man, how about you drag your 98lb ass to the ring and try it yourself instead of hiding behind others like a punk bitch?Hideo makes his way out to the stage. Perhaps it is not I whom you should be concerned with.Jonathan comes through the crowd with a steel chair in hand, jumps the rail and slides into the ring behind Blood and Stone. Jonathan swings the chair and connects with the back of Stone's head, bringing him down! Blood spins around in surprise, but before he can do anything he eats a Fade To Black! The "CRACK!" of the kick can be heard all the way in the cheap seats as Blood is knocked clear over the top rope! Stone is beginning to stir, but does not look like he'll be getting up anytime soon. With Stone down in the ring and Blood still down on the outside, Jonathan immediately grabs Stone's leg and applies the Key Grip, wrapping his legs around and hitting the mat, locking it in. Referees and security run down the ramp and enter the ring to pull Jonathan off of Stone. It takes all of them to finally pull Michaels away...by this time, Blood has gotten up on the outside, but he looks dazed and he's holding his jaw. He pulls his partner out of the ring and helps him to the back as security keeps Michaels from giving chase. Michaels finally calms down and exits the same way he came in, through the crowd. TIM HOSS: Karma is in full effect tonight! That couldn't have happened to a couple of nicer guys!JESSE KING: What kind of a man is Jonathan Michaels anyway, attacking the Tag Team Champions from out of the crowd like that?TIM HOSS: He's the kind of man who stands up for the woman he cares for! Blood & Stone--PARTICULARLY Blood--may have awoken a sleeping giant tonight, King! Jonathan Michaels previously seemed reluctant to actually try to cripple them per Mr. Nakatomi's orders, but when you talk to a man's girlfriend like that, and when you talk about her like that, all bets are off![/center]
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Caleb Fourchon V. Dread Pirate Mulligan
Michael Muffer: The following contest is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. First, from Dulac, Louisiana, weighing 248 pounds: Caleb Fourchon!
*REM’s “Circus Envy” plays over the Parts Unknown Arena sound system. The crowd boos loudly as Caleb stalks down the ramp. He slides in under the ropes, jumps to his feet, and makes a circuit around the ring while glaring out into the stadium seats. Finally Fourchon goes to his corner where he squats on his haunches and waits.*
Tim Hoss: It has not been a good few weeks for Caleb Fourchon. He gave away his Money in the Bank briefcase containing a guaranteed Inter Forum title shot, lost his WWCF Heavyweight Championship match against “Damn Right” Jackson, and was eliminated from last Monday’s Tag Team Contender’s match by his old partner, Jonathan Michaels.
Jesse King: The Cajun Crippler definitely needs to find a way to halt his losing momentum.
MM: And his opponent, hailing from the High Seas, weighing 265 pounds: Dread Pirate Mulligan!
*There’s a loud pop when “Shiver Me Timbers” from “Muppet Treasure Island” cues up. Mulligan appears on a scaffold near the entrance. He swings down on a convenient rope ™ and saunters to the ring. After handing his hat, flintlock, and eyepatch to referee Lloyd McFloyd, he takes a big drag from his wineskin and assumes a fighting pose.*
TH: The WWCF Galaxy is clearly happy to see Dread Pirate Mulligan back in action after his….. convalescence.
JK: Don’t sugarcoat the facts, Gorilla: the man was locked up in a nuthouse! And he escaped! Why is Commissioner Morton allowing this fugitive to return to the roster and compete?!
TH: Mulligan explained that during his speech last week, remember; when he said- wait, the match is starting.
*McFloyd calls both men to the middle of the ring and give instructions. When he calls for the bell the two start swinging, hammering away at each other with wild punches to the crowd’s delight.
TH: Neither man wasting any time here. I expect this to be a rough, brutal contest.
JK: Fourchon and Mulligan like to brawl, and both use a variety of grappling based submission moves. Caleb’s got a longer reach, but Mulligan has nearly twenty pounds on his opponent, and all of its muscle.
*DPM gets the upper hand, blasting Fourchon with an uppercut and Irish whipping him to the ropes closest to the announce table. When CF caroms back Mulligan hits him in the chest with a running headbutt! Caleb goes down and Dread Pirate makes the cover. One! Caleb kicks out. The Bellicose Buccaneer rolls CF over and applies a hammerlock. Caleb winces in pain but manages to rise to his knees. Mulligan releases the hold and transitions into a nerve pinch on the shoulder of the same arm.*
TH: Dread Pirate Mulligan concentrating on Fourchon’s left arm, trying to weaken the bayou born southpaw.
*CF swings back with his right elbow, striking Mulligan’s thigh. DPM keeps the hold locked on. Fourchon tries again. Mulligan lets go and steps away, causing Fourchon to spin around. Lunging forward, he catches CF off balance and puts his left limb in a Fujiwara armbar, again forcing Caleb to the mat!*
JK: An excellent transition into that armbar! Mulligan’s tenacious, I’ll admit.
TH: Dread Pirate Mulligan is a skilled wrestler, easy to underestimate due to his eccentricities.
JK: And because he’s loopy as a loon.
*Caleb struggles in the hold, desperately trying to reach out with his leg to touch the ropes. McFloyd bends down and asks him if he submits. CF shakes his head. Slowly, he manages to twist his torso enough so that he can reach around and rake Mulligan in the eyes. When DPM clutches at his face the armbar is broken and Fourchon scrambles to the near right side corner, grabbing the ropes.*
TH: Caleb manages to break the hold with a cheap shot to Dread Pirate Mulligan’s eyes.
JK: Why do you automatically assume the eye rake was deliberate, Gorilla?
TH: Because I’ve called every one of Caleb Fourchon’s matches in the WWCF, and he always goes for the cheap shot. The man fights dirty.
JK: He fights to win, just like all the greats have throughout the history of this business!
*A furious Dread Pirate Mulligan staggers to his feet and rubs his eyes. Meanwhile, McFloyd goes over and warns Fourchon. When Mulligan begins to advance towards the corner Caleb points him out to the ref and immediately ducks out of the ring. The crowd boos lustily as CF stalls on the outside, walking in front of the announcers table windmilling his left arm to work the feeling back into it. McFloyd warns him again, and begins to count Fourchon out. One! Two! More jeers from the crowd.*
TH: Fourchon giving the fans something else to be upset about. This time it’s delaying the match.
JK: It’s called using the count to recover. You, and the fans, should look it up some time.
*Finally, Mulligan has had enough and goes under the ropes on the far side. He begins stalking Caleb. CF quickly moves away, jogging around the front near side with Dread Pirate Mulligan in pursuit. McFloyd starts counting out both men. One! Two! Three! Caleb rolls back into the ring; however, he continues until he slips out the other side. The crowd is enraged now, as is Mulligan, who glares at CF from across the ring. McFloyd starts a third count. One! Two! Three! Four! DPM climbs over the ropes and walks over to Caleb, glaring down at him, waiting.*
TH: It looks like Dread Pirate Mulligan is done playing games, and is content to win this by count out.
JK: Pfft. He would.
TH: Oh, now what’s your problem, King?
*For the fourth time Floyd McFloyd starts a count out. One! Two! Three! Four! Mulligan watches Fourchon, arms folded, a smirk on his face. Caleb paces around on the outside, clutching his left shoulder. Five! Six! At last, he motions for the ref to move DPM away and he slowly reenters the ring. There is sarcastic applause from the crowd and Mulligan advances on CF. They tie up, with Mulligan putting Caleb in a side headlock. Fourchon wiggles free and kicks Dread Pirate Mulligan in the back of the knee, staggering him. He clubs at the neck and shoulders of Mulligan before applying an abdominal stretch, reaching behind him to grab the ropes.*
TH: Any comment on this maneuver, King?
JK: Just that holding the ropes when executing an abdominal stretch gives the attacker greater leverage.
TH: Which is why it’s illegal to do so.
JK: Er, that too.
*McFloyd catches CF’s hand on the ropes and orders him to let go. The Cajun Crippler ignores him. The ref starts counting, and Caleb releases the hold before at four. He spins Dread Pirate Mulligan around to go for a bear hug but Mulligan elbows him in the face. Grabbing Caleb’s arm he whips him into the far right ringpost. DPM follows that up with a running lariat that knocks Fourchon off his feet. DPM ducks down, putting his head between CF’s legs, and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Before CF can get hold of the ropes, Mulligan steps away from the turnbuckle, turns, and falls backwards, sending Caleb crashing to the mat!*
TH: An electric chair drop! What a display of power by Dread Pirate Mulligan!
*DPM rolls Caleb onto his back and hooks his legs for the cover. One! Two! Fourchon kicks out. Mulligan rises, looks to the crowd, and hollers “Yarrr!”. The fans cheer as he drags CF over to the near left ringpost. He climbs to the top, screams “Yarr!” again, and leaps for a cannonball senton. As soon as Mulligan is airborne, however, Fourchon rolls out of the way. DPM hits the mat hard, flopping around in agony as he clutches his tailbone. Caleb rises and begins to kick and stomp at the pirate’s prone form.*
TH: Dread Pirate Mulligan’s missed senton has left him vulnerable for the first time in this match, and Fourchon is taking advantage of it.
JK: That’s what happens when you try to impress the crowd instead of just concentrating on winning, Gorilla. It blows up in your face.
*Mulligan rolls towards the near ropes to escape the attacks. Holding onto the middle rope for balance, Caleb begins continuously dropping a knee on the back and shoulders of his opponent. He ignores McFloyd’s efforts to pull him away, instead pushing at DPM hard enough with his foot to knock him on the floor. DPM topples over awkwardly. CF rounds on McFloyd and tells him, “Now count.”
TH: Fourchon has forced the injured Mulligan to the outside and is all but ordering referee Lloyd McFloyd to count him out.
JK: Which is McFloyd’s job, after all. I don’t remember you being this upset with it when Caleb was at risk of losing by count out.
*The ref reluctantly begins counting. One! Two! Dread Pirate Mulligan doesn’t move. Three!*
TH: The circumstances were totally different, Jesse, and you know it!
*Four! Five! DPM remains still.*
JK: Yeah, one guy likes to play dress up and pander to the fans while the other couldn’t care less about being popular and just wants to win!
*Six! Mulligan slowly gets to his hands and knees. Seven!*
TH: King, that’s the biggest load of- wait, he’s up! Dread Pirate Mulligan is up!
JK: Rolling over isn’t up, Gorilla! He’s still got a long way to go to get back in the ring!
*Dread Pirate Mulligan begins to crawl towards the apron. Eight! He pulls himself up! Nine! He flops inside the ring, causing the fans to cheer loudly!*
TH: He did it! The Pernicious Privateer has beaten the ten count!
JK: But he still hasn’t beaten Caleb Fourchon!
*Caleb stomps over to where Mulligan lays and scoops him up. He turns, runs towards the middle of the ring, and powerslams him! He goes for a stack up pin. One! Two! Mulligan kicks out! Fourchon stares in disbelief. He pulls Dread Pirate Mulligan to his feet, hauling him over his shoulder-*
TH: Fourchon’s looking to end this with the Down Home Driver!
*- when Mulligan is flung across Fourchon’s body he twists and floats over him, landing on his feet. He puts Caleb in a full nelson and lifts him up!*
TH: Mulligan countered the Driver and is going for the Keelhaul!
JK: No! No!
*Mulligan suddenly winces in pain from his injured back and stumbles, allowing Caleb to slither out of the nelson hold. Caleb turns and kicks DPM in the gut, forcing him to double over. CF puts Dread Pirate Mulligan in a front facelock and hits a spinning neckbreaker!*
JK: The Gator Roll!
*CF stands over Mulligan. He underhooks his arms and lifts his upper torso. Placing his bare foot on the back of Dread Pirate Mulligan’s head, Fourchon slams it to the mat with a brutal curb stomp. Rolling DPM over, he drops down and covers. One! Two! Three!*
MM: Here is your winner, Caleb Fourchon!
*More jeers from the crowd as “Circus Envy” is played. Caleb doesn’t let McFloyd raise his hand, shrugging him off. Instead he exits the ring and stalks over to the time keeper’s table.*
JK: A nice win for Caleb Fourchon. He really… where’s he going?
*Caleb glares at the time keeper until he scurries off, then begins rummaging through Dread Pirate Mulligan’s accessories. He tosses the flintlock pistol over his shoulder disdainfully. Mulligan, meanwhile, has risen and seen what CF is up to. He limps outside. Caleb picks up the eye patch and studies it, before shaking his head and snapping the band into the crowd.
TH: Why is Fourchon picking through Mulligan’s things?
JK: I think I know. Caleb’s won the match, and now he wants his share of pirate’s booty.
TH: That’s ridiculous, King. What reason would he- Great Scott!
*Just when Mulligan is behind Caleb, the Cajun wild man turns and drops him with a big boot! Wrenching the timekeeper’s bell off the table, CF drops it right by DPM’s head. Again Fourchon hooks his arms and lifts him, only this time when he curb stomps Mulligan it's right on the bell!*
TH: That sick, sadistic animal! Fourchon’s busted Dread Pirate Mulligan wide open!
*Fourchon returns to the timekeeper’s table, ignoring the loud boos. He grabs Mulligan’s pirate hat and puts it on. After posing with it momentarily and grinning, he walks away from the carnage and back up the ramp.*
JK: Even worse, he took his hat! Ha! Ha!
TH: How can you laugh about this, King? Mulligan could be seriously hurt.
*McFloyd, Muffer, and the timekeeper are around the laid out DPM, trying to see if he’s ok.*
JK: Oh, boo hoo. Dread Pirate Mulligan should have known something like this would happen if he called Fourchon out. Besides, it’s not like Caleb injured anything important on him. Just his head, which we all know was messed up already.
TH: Unbelievable. Folks, we’re going to break away now to commercial so a doctor can get down here to check on Dread Pirate Mulligan. We’ll be back.
Championship of Honor: Evil M V. Little Naitch
TH: You've waited for it, WWCF Galaxy, and here it is: Little Naitch takes on Evil M for the Championship of Honor. [/size] JK: Personally, I think that Evil M should retire the Championship of Honor because no one will ever take the belt off of him.[/size] TH: Little Naitch has taken just about every big name in this company to their limit, and Evil M is no different to him.[/size] JK: Well we'll see, Gorilla...[/size] MM: And now for our main event: The Championship... of Honor![/size] *New Blackjacks Theme* Little Naitch walks to the ring, robes adorned upon himself, and The Sam not at his side.MM: Now entering the ring: the challenger. Hailing from Las Vegas, NV... weighing in at 235lbs... Little... Naitch![/size] JK: Little Naitch is a falling star in this company, TH. Evil M is the future, and the future looks honorable.[/size] Little Naitch walks up the ring steps and poses to the crowd before removing his robes.TH: Little Naitch has a talent that few others have in this company: you can beat him, you'll be damned if you had to work for it, and there he will be: wrestling next Monday, unphased.[/size] JK: I could take him in my day.[/size] TH: So you say.[/size] MM: And his opponent...[/size] *Man on the Silver Mountain - Rainbow* Evil M emerges from the gorilla position, the Championship of Honor belt around his waist.JK: But who cares about all that? Evil M is even better than that. How long has he reigned supreme now?[/size] TH: Evil M has kept that belt around his waist by, ironically, being quite dishonorable.[/size] MM: Now entering the ring, hailing from Rockland, MA and weighing in at 315lbs... he is the WWCF Champion of Honor: Evil M![/size] JK: Are you kidding? You know who was a disgrace to the Championship of Honor? Jonathan Michaels-[/size] TH: Evil M sneaks in cheap shots and tricks his opponents into breaking the rules all of the time.[/size] JK: Oh yeah? Where's your video evidence?[/size] Evil M slides into the ring and brushes past referee Will Alphonzo to pose atop a corner.TH: The Sam promised us that Little Naitch would hold championship gold by December and here he is. Can he do it?[/size] Alphonzo holds up the WWCF Championship of Honor belt and then hands it off.TH: There have been two Champions of Honor since Seth Drakin reinstated it: Jonathan Michaels and Evil M. Both men have forged legacies with the belt, but the time may have come when Little Naitch forges a new legacy upon it.[/size] JK: ...or Evil M crosses out another item on his list.[/size] Will Alphonzo gestures to both men to shake hands. Little Naitch and Evil M look each other in the eye before reaching out... and shaking hands. Alphonzo calls the bell to start the match.TH: Here we go, King.[/size] Naitch and M circle each other before locking arms. M overpowers Naitch and headlocks him. Naitch pushes forward, slips out of the headlock, and shoves M to the turnbuckle. M catches himself before any real impact, turns around, and meets a chop to his chest from Naitch.TH: Little Naitch with his signature chops.[/size] JK: Followed soon by Evil M with his signature win.[/size] M punches Naitch in the chest, making him back up.TH: Evil M must be careful about closed fist punches to the head - as does Little Naitch.[/size] JK: You think M will have a problem with that? He's held onto the belt for how long now?[/size] M advances on Naitch, who drops down and arm drags M to the mat, following it up with an arm bar.JK: Sure to be a technical match tonight. I like those.[/size] TH: As do I, Jesse. The Rules of Honor promote technique rather well.[/size] M reaches up and snap mares Naitch overhead with his free arm. He locks in an arm bar of his own on Naitch.JK: Evil M with the reversal.[/size] Naitch turns over and forces Evil M down to the mat.TH: Naitch reverses to a pin![/size] Alphonzo counts one, tw-M releases Naitch's arm and kicks out. Naitch backs away from M.TH: Evil M has come some ways from being a hardcore brute.[/size] M is on one knee as he gets up when Naitch rams his knee into M's head, taking him back down to the mat.JK: Hey, he can't do that. Disqualify him, ref![/size] TH: No, it's perfectly legal Jesse. The rule is no closed-fist strikes to the head. A knee is quite a far cry from a closed fist.[/size] Naitch kneels down on M's leg and drives his knee into M's knee.TH: Naitch wasting no time working on M's leg. M has the size advantage on Naitch, but it's all for naught if he can't move.[/size] Naitch stands back up, jumps, and lands another knee to M's leg. M clutches his leg then rolls over and out of the ring.TH: Evil M has to the count of twenty to return to the ring...[/size] JK: Well he has to stretch a little, y'know, recover.[/size] Alphonzo counts one. M paces about, shaking his leg as Naitch tracks him from in the ring.TH: Well when he feels like it, Naitch is ready to continue the match.[/size] M slides back into the ring and gets to his feet before Naitch descends upon him and locks arms. M wristlocks Naitch, then hooks his other arm around Naitch's neck.JK: See? Evil M just needed a breather. He's already taking control of the match again.[/size] TH: But can he maintain it?[/size] Naitch tries to reverse the wristlock, but M's other arm keeps him hooked, so he reaches over M's head with his free arm and drops down for a cutter.TH: Little Naitch with a cutter![/size] JK: Oh no![/size] Naitch wats for M to return to his feet and then hip tosses him to the center of the ring. M is back on his feet again, swinging a chop out at Naitch.JK: Evil M with a chop.[/size] Naitch returns fire with a chop to M's chest.TH: Little Naitch returns to the favor.[/size] M throws another chop at Naitch's chest, who backs away momentarily before returning a hard chop to M's chest.JK: If they're competing for hardest chop, I think Evil M has a big advantage.[/size] M throws another chop at Naitch, but Naitch ducks it, rushes M and waistlocks him, then lifts him up and slams him down upon his knee.TH: Naitch with an inverted atomic drop.[/size] Naitch follows up with a belly-to-belly suplex. He hooks M's leg. Alphonzo counts one, two, M kicks out.JK: Nice try, Naitch, but it'll take more than that to take the Champion of Honor out.[/size] Both men return to their feet, but M pounces on one of Naitch's leg and takes him back down before he even completely stands up. He transitions to a Boston crab and applies pressure.JK: Evil M turns up the aggression. Naitch will be finished in no time.[/size] Evil M slightly stands up but still holds onto Naitch.TH: Evil M with an elevated Boston crab.[/size] Alphonzo asks Naitch if he submits, but Naitch refuses. He stamps his hands on the mat and clutches his head in pain as M smirks and wrenches back.JK: See? M knows what he's doing. He has Naitch's number.[/size] Naitch reaches out for the ropes, but he's too far away to clutch them.TH: You might be right tonight, King, but Naitch has gotten out of tighter situations before.[/size] Naitch reaches over and grabs M's foot, then starts twisting it.TH: Naitch with an ankle lock![/size] JK: Darnit![/size] Naitch wrenches at M's ankle until M releases him. Naitch slides out of the ring.TH: And Naitch gets away![/size] JK: I wanted to say something about M's mistake, but I didn't want Naitch to hear me.[/size] TH: Sure you did, King. Sure you did.[/size] Alphonzo counts one on Naitch. Naitch and M take time to recover.TH: Both men have to work some kinks out of their systems before returning to the action.[/size] Alphonzo counts two on Naitch, who continues to recover. M begins to stand up, but almost falls over because of his leg.TH: Naitch exercised some old school tactics on M tonight, going for the same leg over and over again, and that ankle lock seems to have been the straw that broke the camel's back.[/size] JK: Pish posh, Gorilla. Evil M is just getting warmed up while Naitch's goose is cooked.[/size] Alphonzo counts three on Naitch, who gets onto his knees and leans against the apron. M slips out of the ring to attack Naitch.TH: Evil M taking the fight to the outside![/size] JK: More like Evil M giving the fans what they paid to see![/size] Naitch quickly stands up but M chops him in the chest as Alphonzo restarts the count at one. Naitch tries to retaliate but M knees him in the abdomen, making him bend over. Alphonzo counts two as M waistlocks Naitch from above, hoists him up, and powerbombs him into a heap onto the arena floor.JK: And that's all she wrote. Hurry up ref, these people know the match is over.[/size] TH: It ain't over till it's over King.[/size] Alphonzo counts three as Naitch remains in a heap as Evil M gestures to his chest insignia and then slides back into the ring.TH: Evil M does seem to have pulled just the right moves on Naitch tonight...[/size] Alphonzo counts four on Naitch as M gloats in the ring.TH: On the other hand, why doesn't Evil M drag Naitch into the ring and just pin him?[/size] Alphonzo counts five.JK: More humiliating this way, Hoss. If you can keep an opponent out of the ring for the count of twenty, I think that's a testament to your might.[/size] Alphonzo counts six. Naitch starts to come back from the power bomb.TH: Oh... Naitch is coming to, King. This match may not be over after all.[/size] Alphonzo counts seven.JK: Nonsense, TH. Naitch is only recovering enough to see himself lose.[/size] Alphonzo counts eight.TH: What will Evil M do about this?[/size] Alphonzo counts nine. Evil M notices Naitch getting up and gets ready for him.JK: What will he do? Nothing![/size] Alphonzo counts ten.JK: There? See? Evil M retains! He's still our champion. Thanks for playing, Little Naitch! Next![/size] Alphonzo counts eleven.JK: What?[/size] TH: These are the rules of honor, King. Contestants have until the count of twenty, not ten. Naitch still has time.[/size] Alphonzo counts twelve as Naitch leans over the apron to slide in.JK: Ah, horse hockey.[/size] Alphonzo counts thirteen as Naitch slides into the ring and is met with a double underhook from M, who stands him up and butterfly suplexes him to the middle of the ring.JK: Oh, that's too bad for Naitch...[/size] M covers Naitch for the pin. Alphonzo counts one, two, th-Naitch kicks out.TH: Nope, Naitch is still in this match![/size] Both men rush to their feet, but M loses his footing as Naitch lunges forward with a quick elbow drop.TH: Naitch has to crank things up himself now. Evil M had best watch out.[/size] M tries to stand up again with rope assistance and thrusts his foot out at Naitch, who backs away and clutches his abdomen again.JK: M takes advantage of that boston crab from earlier and it's paying off.[/size] TH: While Naitch's work on M's leg pays off in its own right.[/size] Naitch stands up as M advances on him, but he drop toe holds M to the mat then heads for a corner.TH: Naitch is going for some elevation.M clutches his leg as Naitch climbs to the second rope and dives for a knee drop to M's other leg.JK: Gotta wise up, M! One leg is better than no legs![/size] M struggles to his feet again, but Naitch snatches him and Irish whips him to the ropes, but M falls over, through the ropes, and to the arena floor.TH: This is not good for M. If he cannot return to the ring then Naitch gets the belt.[/size] Alphonzo counts one on M.JK: How? How?[/size] TH: How what?[/size] Alphonzo counts two on M, who is on all fours and take the time to recover. Naitch does so as well, collapsing into a corner to rest.JK: How did Naitch turn this match around so quickly?[/size] Alphonzo counts three.TH: He focused his attacks on Evil M's leg. Evil M is crippled now and it could mean the end of his reign tonight.[/size] Alphonzo counts four. Evil M stands up and tries to walk off the pain.JK: That's just cheap.[/size] TH: No King, that's just wrestling.[/size] Naitch stands up to follow M, who can only lean against the apron as Alphonzo counts five.JK: I won all the time without having to screw up my opponent's bodies.[/size] Alphonzo counts six.TH: That's because you lied and cheated your way to various championships.[/size] Alphonzo counts seven as M slides into the ring, but is soon assaulted by Naitch with an elbow drop to the sternum.JK: No I didn't. I fought fair every time![/size] Naitch grabs M by the leg and drags him to the center of the ring, then signals for the finish.TH: Here it comes! The Figure Four![/size] Naitch grabs M's other leg but his hand is kicked away as M quickly rushes for the ropes.JK: Nice try Naitch, but Evil M knows your tricks![/size] M quickly gets to his feet when Naitch Irish whips him to the other side. M runs over to the other side when he falls over the top rope and plunges for the arena floor.TH: What?[/size] JK: Ha ha! You screwed up Naitch![/size] Evil M briefly smirks as Alphonzo calls the bell. Little Naitch covers his face in shame and kneels out of exhaustion as Alphonzo calls the bell.*Man on the Silver Mountain - Rainbow* MM: Here is your winner as a result of disqualification and STILL your WWCF Champion of Honor, Evil M![/size] TH: Evil M jumped over the ropes! This is a miscarriage of justice![/size] JK: Maybe Little Naitch shouldn't have worked that leg, y'know? Maybe then Evil M could have caught himself.[/size] TH: Will you stop? Evil M is a dastardly champion and you know it![/size] Little Naitch leaves the ring, visibly pissed as Evil M acts all grateful for being able to put the belt around his waist, but the arena goes red. Both Evil M and Little Naitch look confused as the WWCF logo shows on the tron. The puzzled fans look at each other out of bewilderment. A black widow spider crawls into frame and to the top of the WWCF logo. The fans loudly cheer as they know who this refers to. Evil M looks enraged and at the same time nervous, but soon the tron goes black again, the arena still bathed in red light. Words suddenly appear on the tron.PHOBIA
WILL COME
FOR YOUThe lights return to normal as the fans pop loudly.Evil M: No! No! That's wrong! He's not coming back![/center] Credits: Evil M, BRB, Mr. Socko’s Brother, Starshine, Amigo, Jono, and Caleb Fourchon
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