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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Aug 1, 2011 21:36:17 GMT -5
Okay Colt. By the way, the world title match is finished and has been sent to Connor for commentary. So all we need is Seth vs. Lodi, if some brave soul (or more accurately, a soul with free time and the ability to write decent matches) will step up. If not then I'll probably be able to do it sometime between now and tomorrow evening, making this PPV only a day late at worstStarting work on it now. I'll try to do it justice and get it to you asap.
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Jazzman
King Koopa
Trombone Shorty > Your Favorite Musician
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Post by Jazzman on Aug 1, 2011 22:27:12 GMT -5
I'd do it Socko, but I'm working on my EWF show this week for the fantasy booking thread.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Aug 1, 2011 22:31:18 GMT -5
Commentary and entrances should be in your PM box now Socko.
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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 Aug 1, 2011 22:37:02 GMT -5
I'll be here for a while, so I could always write part of the match for you, Socko.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 2, 2011 0:02:27 GMT -5
Okay Gus, I'll send you the result.
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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 Aug 2, 2011 0:45:26 GMT -5
OK, I sent in the intros and finish for Drakin/Lodi, Socko.
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Viva
Dennis Stamp
THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Aug 2, 2011 13:32:14 GMT -5
Did I forget to vote? I feel like I forgot to vote.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 2, 2011 14:42:25 GMT -5
Did I forget to vote? I feel like I forgot to vote. Just checked and it looks like you're right, Viva. But if it's any consolation, there's only one match on the card whose result would have been affected by a single vote.
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TMK
Bubba Ho-Tep
The night is dark and full of terrors.
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Post by TMK on Aug 2, 2011 15:05:15 GMT -5
How's the show looking now?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 2, 2011 15:28:03 GMT -5
I have everything I need, but I'm not able to start putting it together right away. But I'll make a guarantee that it will be up--at the LATEST--in three hours.
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TMK
Bubba Ho-Tep
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Post by TMK on Aug 2, 2011 15:30:34 GMT -5
I look forward to reading it.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Aug 2, 2011 16:39:46 GMT -5
Did I forget to vote? I feel like I forgot to vote. Just checked and it looks like you're right, Viva. But if it's any consolation, there's only one match on the card whose result would have been affected by a single vote. DR's and mine?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 2, 2011 16:51:21 GMT -5
I'll never tell, Whitey. Also, while I'm putting together the first half of the show I see that I'll need to change some things, like Jesse King talking up Jonathan Michaels instead of burying him, which is totally out of character considering how much he loves Evil M. So this may take longer than I thought, but I believe I'll still get it posted when I said I would.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 2, 2011 17:29:17 GMT -5
WWCF Botch At The Beach August 1st, 2011*As the sun slowly makes its way down to the horizon in the late afternoon, "I'm On A Boat by The Lonely Island with T-Pain plays as the camera pans over a beach packed with members of the WWCF Galaxy. The crowd is held back by guardrails staked into the sand, which surround the ring, entrance ramp, and the tent that will serve as the backstage area.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: We welcome you all to Botch At The Beach! It's a beautiful here on the shores of Lake Mr. XJesse King: Forget the beautiful day, look at the beautiful women! Some of them are topless!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: The lack of laws preventing that was a big factor in you moving here if I'm not mistaken. I'm Tim Hoss, and with me is Jesse King. Jess, stop ogling the ladies and tell our viewers what they can expect tonight.Jesse King: HuH? Oh right! Well, every championship is going to be defended, including the World Heavyweight Championship as our CEO and champion, Colt, defends against Sparks!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: In addition, we'll be seeing a grudge match between Whitey Fats and "Damn Right" Jackson, both of whom challenged Colt in his last title defense. Colt won by pinning Jackson, and Whitey inexplicably HATES Jackson for getting pinned and--in his mind--costing him the title. Jackson, for his part, has not been pleased with Whitey's blatantly racist insults against him.Jesse King: And another grudge match as Seth Drakin takes on LodiRulz, after Lodi cost him the chance to regain his position as CEO. But the stakes are bigger than simple satisfaction or bragging rights in that one, as the winner will have a chance at becoming the #1 contender for the world championship! We're also gonna have a wedding, as Evil M and Sara Nakatomi are joined in holy matrimony!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: With Sara being coerced into it by her father, who's also forbidden her to see the man she is really in love with: Jonathan Michaels.Jesse King: Sara is obviously better off with Evil M. If only she'd see that. But still, thanks for mentioning Jonathan Michaels--I'm sorry, I guess he wants to be called "Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels" now--since he and the Boiler Room Brawler are defending their titles against Connor Mackenzie and The Punisher to kick things off!Tim Hoss: It’s time to get Botch at The Beach underway, with an opening match up featuring two men making their Pay Per View debut, against the Tag Team Champions, let’s go to our ring announcer, Michael Muffer.*Girl in skimpy bikini walks past Jesse King* Jesse King: That’s my idea of a tag team…*Hoss groans* Michael Muffer: This is our opening contest at Booooootch at the Beeeeeeach!*crowd cheers* *Uprising by Muse blasts out of the speakers dotted around the beach and throughout the crowd, two fireballs shoot out from the top of the ramp as Connor McKenzie and Frank Castle appear at the top of the ramp. Connor is wearing shades and looks up into the sun, Castle is wearing the armoured skull face mask he sported after the events of NiteRaw* MM: Making their way across the beach, at a total combined weight of 511lbs, The Punisher, and Connor McKenzie!*both enter the ring, Castle placing his bag in the corner, while Connor slides out and hands his tabard to a fan at ringside* *A mishmash of "DOA" by Foo Fighters and "Rigorous Vengeance" by Municipal Waste kicks in* MM: And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 570lbs, Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels, and The Boiler Room Brawler, they are WWCF World Tag Team Champions, The Steampunks!*Both make their way into the ring and eye up their opponents as the mix fades out. The crowd settle in and start cheering as a breeze whips across the ring. The two teams eyeball each other and go and confer in their corners. After some talking, Connor and Michaels square off to start the match* JK: I’m excited Hoss, the sun is shining, we’re at the beach, there’s gorgeous women in swimsuits, and they’re all looking at me, this could be the best day of my life.TH: I think they’re looking at the match Jesse, and talking of which, this is gonna be real interesting. The Steampunks are a well oiled machine, they’re the tag team champions, but they’re facing an unknown quantity tonight.JK: Much as I'd like to see Michaels without gold around his waist any more, I predict the Steampunks will win this. I have to admit that they're a well oiled machine, while McKenzie and Castle have never teamed together before, they’ve only trained for one week, and we’re seeing a green rookie and a nut job with a busted face trying to take the belts off the champions.McKenzie and Michaels lock up, Michaels locks McKenzie in a headlock, but Connor forces him to the ropes and the ref breaks the hold. They lock up again and McKenzie works it into an armbar. Michaels forces McKenzie to the ropes and whips him to the opposite side. He leapfrogs McKenzie, and on the rebound stoops for a backdrop. Connor drops over him into a quick sunset flip. 1... Michaels kicks out. TH: This is a blistering start by two technical athletes, move and countermove, they’ve cancelled one another out so far! Michaels and Connor jump to their feet and eye one another up. Michaels pulls back to his corner and points to McKenzie, and tags in the Boiler Room Brawler. BRB walks up to Connor and stands over him. Connor slowly nods his head and backs up to his own corner. Mirroring Michaels’ gesture, he points at BRB, and tags in Castle. JK: Oh heeeerre we go, this is where it turns into a fight.TH: Well we saw a technical opening, I wonder what we’ll see from these two?BRB stands nose to nose with Castle. Castle stares through the mask and winds up with a big right hand. BRB shrugs it off and comes back grinning. BRB levels up with a punch of his own. Castle takes it and looks right back at BRB. JK: This is like gunfight at the OK Corral with bigger guys and fists instead of guns!TH: you’re not gonna start rambling about that bazooka again are you?JK: Hey with some of the gals in here tonight, we got all the bazookas we’re gonna need!The two begin trading punches before BRB staggers Castle with a flat palm strike and then rocks him with a belly to belly suplex. BRB then takes Castle to the corner and tags in Michaels, the two hold Castle in the corner an double team him with punches. Michaels whips Castle into the ropes and hurls him to the floor with an arm drag, then locks in an armbar. JK: The Steampunks know Castle’s main weapon is that knockout punch, so they’re working over the arm, trying to take him out of the game.Castle powers to his feet, and uses his free arm to push Michaels to his corner. Castle makes the tag and Connor leaps into the ring over the top rope. Michaels breaks the armbar to confront McKenzie, but gets a standing dropkick to the face. Connor flies at Michaels, forcing him back to the corner. He mounts the turnbuckles and starts the old Hulk Hogan-esque “1,2,3,4â€, going all the way up to ten. Michaels staggers out of the corner, and Connor follows up with a bulldog before going for a cover. 1... 2... Michaels kicks out. TH: The rookie is fired up for this one, he’s got the crowd on his side and he’s using that till his advantage!JK: But he’s inexperienced, and sooner or later he’s gonna make a mistake…Michaels backs up to the ropes. Connor slingshots himself off the opposite side of the ring for a flying cross body block, but Michaels ducks. McKenzie flies over the top rope and lands face first in the sand at the side of the ring JK: Like that..TH: Even though that’s sand, that’s still gotta hurt!JK: Classic tag team strategy from the Steampunks, isolating the smaller man and working him over.Michaels rolls Connor back into the ring, and hoists him up for a sidewalk slam. He plants McKenzie hard into the mat and tags in the Brawler. BRB levels him with two hard elbow drops and then locks in a Boston Crab. TH: I have to admit, The Steampunks look like they have the edge now.JK: I keep telling you, they’re the best tag team in the world, and these two rookies have got a Hell of a long way to go if they’re going to take their belts of them.Connor grabs the rope to break the Boston Crab, but the Brawler doesn’t let up. He stomps Connor twice on the lower back, and then whips him into the corner, then follows it up with an almighty splash in the corner. BRB grins at Castle, who’s expression is unreadable underneath the mask. BRB hoists Connor up into a scoop slam, then stomps down with a knee to the back. TH: McKenzie relies a lot of quick moves, and he needs his manoeuvrability, The Steampunks are doing an excellent job of limiting that.BRB tags in Michaels, who drapes McKenzie’s throat over the top rope and drops to ringside from the apron. Michaels pulls Connor out of the ring as the referee starts the count. He stuns Connor with an elbow to the forehead and then climbs to the top rope. As Connor turns, Michaels soars through the afternoon sun with a high moonsault to the outside. BRB applauds as Castle gets more and more agitated in his corner. Michaels begins to pour with sweat as the sun beats down on the ring. He covers McKenzie. 1... 2... Connor kicks out. TH: They’re getting closer, they’re working as a team and wearing the man down, and they’re keeping him in the corner. it’s a great example of tag team wrestling. JK: And that girl over there is a great example of a fantastic ass Hoss, like I say, this could be the best day of my life.TH: Will you stop it with the girls ok? I know you’re excited and its Botch at the Beach, but try and retain a little decency will you? JK: The day I subscribe to decency is the day you stop saying “Oh Mah Gawdâ€Connor retaliates with a standing drop kick to Michaels. TH: Oh Mah Gawd! JK: And The King rests his case!Michaels tags BRB, who levels McKenzie with a huge clothesline. Castle begins to pace the apron. Connor reaches for the tag, but is too far away. BRB lifts McKenzie up into a full nelson, and attempts a face buster, but Connor rolls through into a cradle! 1... 2... BRB rolls out TH: Great move by McKenzie, the kid still has some fight left in him.JK: But he’s got to make the tag, he’s had a lot taken out of him and he can’t keep going, he needs to get the fresh man in!BRB is first to his feet and knocks Connor down with a running shoulder block off the ropes. He picks Connor up and whips him into the ropes. McKenzie ducks a clothesline and retaliates with a leg lariat that knocks BRB off his feet. JK: That’s a gutsy move from the kid, but he has to make the tag, he can’t last much longer!BRB manages to get to his feet and tag Michaels, but Connor makes it to his corner and tags Castle JK: Uh-oh, I think there’s trouble ahead..TH: I can’t tell under that mask, but I think Castle’s mad.Castle drops Michaels with a running clothesline, and carries on, nailing BRB with a big boot over the ropes to send him to ringside. Michaels gets to his feet and Castle gives him an uppercut and drops him with a heavy DDT. He makes the cover. 1... 2... Michaels kicks out. TH: That was close, but it’s still The Steampunks who looks stronger. BRB makes his way into the ring and grabs Castle in a belly to back suplex. Michaels gets to his feet and covers Castle. 1... 2... Connor gets back into the ring and breaks up the cover. JK: The ref’s lost control of this, he’s not doing his jobTH: He’s got four guys to look after, you gonna get in there and help him?BRB hurls Connor over the top rope and the two start to fight at ringside. JK: And there goes any chance of Michaels or Castle tagging out.As the ref tries to control the two outside, Michaels goes for the Fade To Black, but Castle ducks and hits the Endgame big right hand. Castle covers, but the ref is distracted with the Brawler and Connor brawling in the crowd. TH: Turn around ref, there’s a count to be had!JK: Why should he turn around, he’s trying to keep the crowd safe, that’s what a responsible officials should do!Castle gets up, but is distracted by an image flickering on the CrapTron JK: Hoss, do you see that girl over on the big screen?TH: What girl?JK: The girl over there, in the white swimsuit and the purple sarong.TH: Oh Jesus is this another fantasy moment for you? At least keep it in your pants until the end of the opening match won’t you?JK: I don’t mean that Hoss, you sex maniac, I mean that’s the same girl that was on the CrapTron on Monday night.TH: It’s not Castle’s wife is it?JK: You bet your ass it is. Can you imagine what gonna happen when he sees her?Castle sees the image on the CrapTron, and takes off his mask, as if his eyes are deceiving him. Connor catches BRB with a spinning heel kick on the outside, but a large crowd is between him and the ring. Castle notices the image of his wife shows she is somewhere in the audience. He frantically looks around the crowd to find her, but he can’t see her anywhere. TH: Castle’s been distracted, and look what’s waiting for him…Castle turns round, and walks right into a Fade to Black against his injured jaw! JK: Bam! That’s it, goodnight sweet Punisher!1... 2... 3... The DOA/Rigourous Vengeance mix kicks in as the ref raises Michaels’ hand. The Brawler makes it back into the ring as the ref hands them their title belts. Both leave as Connor makes it back to the ring as Castle remains out cold. MM: Here are your winners, and still WWCF World Tag Team Champions - The Steampunks!TH: What a match to kick off Botch at the Beach!JK: The Steampunks used their ring sense well, they isolated their opponents, and they used a distraction to their advantage.TH: I'm not sure if JoNo knew what was wrong with Castle, but he saw the opportunity to nail his opponent with the Fade To Black and did. The question is now, where do Connor McKenzie and the Punisher go from here? Can McKenzie trust him, particularly with this Achilles Heel he now has?JK: Hey, if his wife turns up to every pay per view, we should offer him a 20 year deal!TH: When he comes round I’m gonna tell him you said that…It's been a long time, been a long time comin'Hoss: What was that?King: That was weird is what that was. Anyway, moving on, we're apparently going to hear from Brony Alexander on the CrapTron up there before our next match...*The live audience watches BA appear on the CrapTron, while he appears on the tv screens of those watching in their homes* BA: ..... . ........ . ... .Friendship!? I used tar wonder what friendship could be.... Frankie boy.... you may not know this....but I was once known as "The Nautical Nightmare" I think its time I put the toys away and get serious. Its time to set sail! To weigh anchor! To Keelhaul you Castle! No more Pony-Boy. I am The Mad Pirate! Fear me Frankie Castle...you wear the skull...I ask you ARRRRRR YE PREPARED!? *Cut back to Hoss and King* Hoss: It looks like we might see the return of Mad Pirate Mulligan soon!King: No matter what he calls himself, he's still not playing with a full deck. And now we've got Seth Drakin and LodiRulz...The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with the winner going on to face Whitey Fats for a shot at the WWCF World Championship at BattleBowl!*"Buried" gets drowned out by boos as LodiRulz, carrying a sign reading "NEXT WORLD CHAMPION," heads for the ring.* Introducing first, representing the Pantheon, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 220 pounds, the 2011 King Of Wrestlecrap, LodiRulz!Lodi has been a thorn in the side of Seth Drakin since STCS, and a win over the former CEO tonight would put him closer to a championship opportunity at BattleBowl!*Before King can reply, the lights go out, and the crowd roar makes it hard to hear "All Over Me" as Seth Drakin shows up on top of the ramp.* And his opponent, from Stafford, Virginia, weighing in at 265 pounds, "The Archangel" Seth Drakin!Normally, I wouldn't question Ryan Blood's judgment, but why would he give Drakin a title opportunity after what he did to Allison a couple of weeks ago?!He's not GIVING Seth a shot. Seth has to earn it as much as Lodi does. But I'm not defending what Seth did to Allison.*Seth charges down to the ring. As soon as Seth slides in he's met with a series of rapidfire punches from Lodi, which he's more than willing to reciprocate! Referee Lloyd McFloyd calls for the bell* LodiRulz vs. Seth Drakin*After giving and receiving numerous shots to the face, both men simultaneously connect and stagger backward. Lodi recovers first and goes to shoot Seth into the turnbuckles, but Seth reverses and sends Lodi crashing into them! Seth charges in with a clothesline that rocks Lodi, and then whips him into the other corner--this time it's Lodi with the reversal! Seth hits hard, and a second later is nailed by a sliding superkick from Lodi!* Both of these competitors showing their ability to take--and come back from--serious punishment as well as their ability to dish it out!*Seth retaliates with a kick to the stomach that doubles Lodi over, and goes to hit Lodi with an Oklahoma slam--Lodi gets free and brings Seth down with a DDT!* 1! 2! Seth kicks out, prompting Lodi to lock on a Dragon Sleeper! Drakin struggles to reach the ropes and finally does. McFloyd starts a count with Lodi letting go at four. Drakin seems to be finally succumbing to Lodi's offense.Lodi wrenches Seth's arm and climbs to the top rope, but the former World Champion pulls him off the ropes and catches him in midair before hitting a powerslam! Maybe he was, Jess, but we all know how easily things can turn around inside that squared circle, and now it's Seth who has Lodi on the ropes! Or, if you'll pardon the pun, pulled Lodi off of the ropes.Couldn't resist, could you?1! 2! Lodi kicks out, but Drakin picks him up and puts him in an abdominal stretch! Lodi appears to be fading, but at the last second, he manages to power out of the hold and hit a Russian legsweep! 1! 2! Drakin gets the shoulder up, but as soon as he gets to his feet, Lodi drops him back down with a second superkick! 1! 2! Drakin kicks out again! Lodi starts arguing with the referee, but he spots Seth getting up, so he goes for another superkick, but Seth catches the leg and hits a single leg takedown! 1! 2! LODI KICKS OUT!!!!* Lodi is proving to be extremely difficult for Seth to put away!Did you expect anything else?!*Drakin wastes no time in picking Lodi up and setting him up for the Tale's End- NO!!! Lodi gets free and hoists him up for the I-Rulz- NO!!!! SETH BREAKS FREE, FORCES LODI DOWN, AND LOCKS IN THE INQUISITION!!!! Lodi tries to get free, refusing to submit, but it's clear that he has nowhere to go, and he passes out in the hold!!!!* Here is your winner as a result of a knockout, Seth Drakin!Seth Drakin has just extracted a measure of revenge for STCS, and it's now down to him vs. Whitey to determine who will challenge for the world championship in one month's time!So what? Whitey will make short work of him when they face off!We'll see, King. We'll see.It's been a long time, been a long time comin Looks like the death of me nowHoss: There it is again!King: And it's still weird. let's just move on..."The Canadian Tiger" Johnny Stone vs The General of the Monkey ArmyHoss: You're right. King, we have had quite a few sights so far tonight but I'm guessing that this next bout is going to be one of the more horrific. King: The only sights I've had my eyes on are the ones I get with these binoculars, Gorilla. In fact, I see another sight right now. Hoss: Always one for discretion aren't you King? Earlier today, The General Of The Monkey Army recorded a message for us. Let's watch.*Shot of the Parts Unknown backstage area, in the spot where the General shills his merchandise* General: Hello everyone, and once again welcome to "The General Store." Today we have a brand new DVD of our fine president of the WWCF. It's called "The Iron Fist: The Best of Colt." And I must say this is a very good DVD.*Back to ringside...* Muffer: Ladies and Gentleman, the next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP! *"Adrian S.O.S." by Running Wild* Muffer: Introducing first, the challenger hailing from Calcutta, Bengal, India by way of Yellow Knife, North-Western Territories, Canada and weighing in at 237 lbs. "The Canadian Tiger" Johnny Stone!Stone makes his way through the crowd, using a trashcan filled with assorted items to make his way though, pushing those who get in his way with a roar and laugh before entering the ring, holding up the trash can. A chorus of boos follow. *King Kong 2004 Theme* Muffer: And his opponent, hailing from Lansing, MI, and weighing in at 225 lbs. He is the reigning WWCF Hardcore Champion! THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY!Coming down the entry way The General can be seen pushing a shopping cart full of WWCF swag and weapons. Taking out various books and DVD's he starts tossing them into the crowd, laughing all the while. The crowd cheers, both for the champ and the fact they are getting free merchandise unexpectedly. The wind up monkey is clapping away in the baby seat of the cart. King: Is he an authorized WWCF retailer! I demand to see his license!Hoss: The General appearing to be showing his appreciation for the business he's received as of late. Maybe you could call this a blue light special?King: I hope Colt isn't seeing this! Imagine the profit losses!Moving the cart to a corner and taking a few select items out he places them into a roasting pan which he places on the ring canvas in his corner. Johnny Stone eyes him intently while holding a kendo stick. The General gets into the ring and hands the ref his belt who shows it to Stone before holding it up to the crowd and calls for the bell. Hoss: Here we go! Stone rushes the General immediately, taking a swing at him with the kendo stick which the general avoids with a duck before turning to hit Stone with a drop kick to the back. Stone hits the turnbuckle chest first with a thud as he drops the kendo stick. Hoss: The offense starting early on in this match wouldn't you say King? King: He'll feel that in the morning I bet. Get him Stone! Get him!The General moves to try for the irish whip into the opposing corner but Stone stops abruptly, reversing it and sending The General hard into the corner. With the impact the General crumples to the canvas wincing as Stone moves towards him, rubbing his chest lightly before picking The General up. Stone measures The General up before sending in a straight right to the face. The referee winces but doesn't admonish him due to the rules of the match. Hoss: Johnny Stone not pulling his punches tonight. Mind you neither man were as we neared tonight, eh King?King: There ya go Johnny! Right between the eyes!Hoss: My partner, once again, showing few words. The General stumbles back a bit into the ropes, catching himself as Stone keeps the offense on with a kick to the mid-section, causing The General to double over and move to the corner. Stone doesn't notice as The General grabs something out of his roasting pan. Hoss: Uh oh, Stone doesn't see it. King: See what?! WHAT?!As Stone reaches out to grab The General's head he feels something jab into the back of his hand. Crying out he pulls his hand away, looking at it. As he looks, the light glints off several tacks that are now embedded into the back of his hand. The General grins wickedly as he takes a moment to catch his breath. As Stone cries out and wheels about to face his attacker he is sent to the canvas with a quick clothesline. Hoss: And The General with a quick and painful counter to Stone's offense. King: Thumb tacks! Did he steal those from the WWCF offices! That's misappropriation of corporate assets!The General rolls to the outside, starting to look through his cart of items as Stone rolls out as well, prying some of the tacks off of his hand with small holes starting to bleed. As The General keeps searching he seems unable to find what he's looking for. Stone moves in towards his opponent, sizing him up before something goes flying at him. Hoss: The General seeming to be unable to locate a weapon, were I him though I wouldn't be picky. Though he is holding Johnny Stone inadvertently at bay with his frantic search.King: Look out Stone! Johnny gets pelted with books and dvd cases as he nears, trying his best to put his hands up to deflect the debris before he decides to lunch at The General in the final few feet, flattening his opponent and sending the cart tipping over, the general caught between man and metal. King: That had to hurt!Stone gets up quickly as The General seems winded from the impact. Turning quickly Stone picks up the nearby steel steps then thrusts it down onto The General who is still caught on top of the cart. Winding up again, Stone hits The General, a sick smile coming to his face as he then goes for the pin. 1! 2! Kickout! Hoss: The General of the Monkey Army still resilient it would appear.King: I can't believe it, the man must be a sucker for punishment to just not let it end now.Stone grits his teeth before noticing something on the ground near the tipped cart. Reaching out he picks up what appears to be a fork with rounded edges on the sides. Hoss: What the hell is that?!King: The General brought a spork with him?!Not caring, Stone starts to jab at The General without regard. Raising his arms in defense The General keeps crying out each time the middle prongs dig in until finally Stone takes a hold of his opponents head and tries to gouge at his forehead. Hoss: Mah gawd! This is getting out of hand! Their likely to kill one another!King: Haha! There ya go Johnny! A little payback for the tacks!As a stream starts to flow down The General's face, Stone goes to work with a series of punches straight to the damaged forehead. In desperation, The General reaches out, flailing before grabbing onto something and bringing it up to Stone's head. King: What!? Where the hell did he steal that from?!Hoss: It appears to be...a children's toy from the new Captain America movie! One of those plastic shields. King: That couldn't have hurt that bad! Stone looks more surprised then anything but in the moment lapse the General grabs something else. Hoss: What's this now?King: Another of those shields?With a loud smack of metal a trash can lid makes contact with Stone's head this time. Stone stands, stumbling a bit and leaning on the guard rails. The General gets up slowly, but quickly surges at his adversary, sending both of them toppling into the crowd with abandon. The referee follows as security try to keep the audience at bay from entering the fray. Stone and The General brawl towards the open water with Stone getting the upper hand and giving a lariat to The General who flops into the water with a big splash. Hoss: I've said it before but come on now, get in the ring damnit! Someone's likely to get hurt or worse now!King: It's like one of those B action flicks now Gorilla! Beatings, beaches and babes! All wrapped up into one!Stone moves to the down General, going for a chose as The General tries to get his head up in attempt to not drown. The ref going for the pin. 1! 2! With each count a splash comes up but out of nowhere something hits Stone upside the head. A seashell that was grasped in The General's hand before he tosses it aside. Scrambling, dazed and coughing The General gets up, soaked as the two men have blood, water and sand smeared on them. Stone lets out a yell as he regains his senses and comes at a run. The General grabs him, giving a DDT into the surf before rolling aside. Stone flails as his head and shoulders are underwater, quickly lifting up, his back initially to the crowd and the announcers. Hoss: Stone seems a bit freaked now. King: For a second I thought he might be stuck like an ostrich!Stone quickly turns around to show that a crab has latched onto his nose. Letting out a scream he pries it off. Just as he does though The General capitalizes, sending a massive right hand out which connects Hoss: Monkey's Paw! Monkey's Paw!King: No! It can't end like this!Going for the pin the ref counts each second with a splash. 1! 2! 3! Muffer: Here is your winner and still WWCF Hardcore Champion! The General of the Monkey Army!Hoss: What a violent display here!King: My god I hope Nickelodeon is watching this!Hoss: King?King: Well I always thought Mr. Crab's was a blowhard but he just cost Johnny Stone the Hardcore Championship!The broadcast is interrupted by the screen flickering, before cutting out abruptly. After a few seconds of a blank screen, static begins to seep in, with the feedback getting louder. Eventually the image of The Mountain King sitting on a sofa in front of a glass coffee table is seen. He appears to be smoking out of a pipe but the image is too distorted to tell for sure. The image is lost but then manages to stabilise and become clear. The sound of a woman giggling can be heard. She appears to be operating the camera. Welcome one and all to the Mountain Kingdom.TMK starts laughing hysterically. He appears to be a lot more lively and buzzed than in his previous vignette. The camera looks around the room to reveal a fairly run-down apartment. The camera turns back to TMK, who has composed himself. He has an unlit cigarette in his mouth. Hey babe...TMK motions that he wants a lighter, which is then thrown to him from off camera. He lights the cigarette and takes a big drag before addressing the camera. I can only hope you're enjoying your mundane little existence by watching this moronic spectacle of a wrestling show. I hope even more that you took the previous statement to heart and were deeply offended. I've been asked to make a couple of videos introducing myself to you people so allow me to begin.In a mocking manner, TMK holds an invisible microphone to his mouth. The camera operator giggles at this. TMK puts on a gruff voice. They call me The Mountain King and they say I'm a waste of space, a waste of potential and a waste of life. But when I get in the ring...I'm gonna waste you!TMK starts laughing, as does the camera operator. After a few seconds, TMK continues talking normally. f*** that. They say I'll be dead soon. Daddy's friends at the yacht club have a death pool going that says I wont make it out of the year. But they're a bunch of f***ing morons, more concerned with their material possessions than their self-worth. They don't understand that The Mountain King wont be dying any time soon...you ok baby?Yeah.Come here.TMK takes the camera and turns it around to reveal Lenore, his girlfriend. She seems equally as out of it as he does, as has been evident by the shaky camera operating going on. She's giggling still. Smile for the camera.Lenore smiles and does a fake pose. TMK hands her the camera back and returns to his rant. Those braindead idiots don't recognise the talent I have. I'm not going to die at the end of the year. As much as God hates me, he understands the value I hold for the rest of the planet. I wont die now, I'll die at 27. I'm gonna end up in heaven, smoking a jay with Hendrix while Cobain sits in the corner writing wimpy poetry. Doing body shots off of Amy Winehouse with Jim Morrison. My potential hasn't been wasted, it just hasn't been realised yet.TMK, wobbling slightly, reaches over and grabs a piece of paper. It is noticeably stained and creased. This right here is my contract with the WWCF. It guarantees me a place in the lethal lottery and, as it's a game I've been playing all my life, I am feeling lucky. This is the first step to realising my potential because this contract guarantees me the money and the success to transcend this life. The only thing I've got to worry about is being stuck with a pretentious, holier-than-thou, moronic, pest of a tag partner...so consider this an early warning. I don't play nice and I'm not here to make friends. I care about two people, myself and my girl. I care about one thing and that thing should be obvious to anyone with half a brain watching this now. If you hurt or otherwise prevent the development of either of these three things then-TMK, who has been getting more aggressive and worked up during the speech, suddenly punches the coffee table hard causing it to smash. TMK looks up at his hand, which is cut and bleeding, and starts laughing. Lenore joins him as the PPV feed returns through static. Hoss: That was The Mountain King, ladies and gentlemen, and....I'm not sure what to say about any of that. But we have the Championship Of Honor being defended now, so let's get to that match...The following contest is a Rules Of Honor match, and it is for the WWCF Championship Of Honor! The rules of the match 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, but if Gus Richlen uses the Swerving Elbow or Ryan Blood uses the superkick, the match will end in a disqualification!
Rule number five! This championship can change hands on a countout or disqualification!* "THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF, THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY. IT'S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD. KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!"The pyro goes off along the top of the CrapTron before more launches from the beach behind it as Gus Richlen heads to the ring while "Na Na Na" plays. The pyro doesn't stop until sometime after Richlen enters the ring, causing the night sky, which hasn't yet rid itself of the colors of sunset, to look like it is insanely ablaze.* Introducing the challenger first, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 181 pounds, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!Richlen would love nothing more than to reclaim the title that he feels Ryan Blood is not worthy to hold, but he also is intent on staying intact so he can spoil Evil M's planned "nuptials" later on!And for the sake of WWCF, I hope he fails at both!*The lights go out and "Virus" kicks in, or at least it resembles "Virus," but the booing is loud enough to drown almost every sound out as Ryan Blood appears.* And his opponent, representing the Pantheon, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 208 pounds, the WWCF Champion Of Honor, Ryan Blood!*The commentary is also drowned out. John Creed takes the belt from Blood and orders the combatants to shake hands. Richlen responds by limply holding his hand out barely a foot away from himself as Blood gives him a "You're kidding, right?" look. Eventually, Richlen extends his arm a few inches further, but he refuses to make eye contact as Blood shakes his hand. Creed calls for the bell and Blood takes a step forward, but an elbow from Richlen catches him right in the face. Richlen then tries to Irish whip him, but Blood reverses it and sends Richlen to the corner, or he tries to, but it ends badly for the champ as Richlen runs partway up the corner before bouncing off the second rope and clotheslining him! He then backs up and waits for Blood to get up, but when he charges for a spear, Blood sidesteps and Richlen's right shoulder collides full force into the ringpost! Blood pulls Richlen out of the corner and hits a snapmare takeover before dropkicking Richlen's shoulder! 1! 2! Richlen gets the other shoulder up, but Blood lifts him up and hits a jawbreaker, and as Richlen staggers around, the champ hits a bulldog! He then tries to pick Richlen up again, but the challenger counters with a snap suplex! The impact does Richlen no favors, however, and it shows. Nevertheless, he starts kicking away at Blood, driving him into the corner. He then backs up and charges again, but the attempted Dark Lasso fails miserably when Blood catches him and drops him on the turnbuckle, causing Richlen's forearm to crash on top of the post!* Richlen's arm is taking an unpleasant beating early in this match!*Richlen is in clear pain, and as he staggers away from the corner, Blood picks him up and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker before transitioning it into a German suplex! 1! 2! Richlen kicks out, but Blood is on the attack again as he climbs to the top rope and elbow drops the hurt shoulder! 1! 2! Richlen not only kicks out, he lunges and grabs Blood's throat, but Blood shoves the arm away and drags Richlen back up and whips him into a corner before running forward and hitting a Stinger splash, taking extra care to hit the injured shoulder. He then waits for Richlen to stagger forward before grabbing him and hitting an uranage! 1! 2! Richlen kicks out, so Blood goes back to the top rope and waits for Richlen to get back up. He then attempts an axe handle, aiming for the shoulder, but Richlen gets him by the throat again! As he lifts the champ up, however, Blood reverses, and on the way back down he locks in the Krayt Dragon without benefit of the neckbreaker!* Richlen may, unfortunately, be fading, and without his arm in good shape, he may not have many options!UNFORTUNATE? This is great!*Richlen is starting to slump down, and Blood is smiling in relief, but the smile vanishes when Richlen summons a burst of strength and lifts Blood up on the good shoulder! Blood releases the Krayt Dragon, but as he does so, Richlen tosses him to the hurt side! The challenger winces as he does so, but he runs forward and hits the running powerslam! Blood manages to get to his feet first, but as he moves forward, Richlen picks him up and drops him down with a straight spinebuster! He lets out a scream as he gingerly takes off his A-shirt and tosses it to the fans, but he's on the wrong side of Blood, who catches the leg as Richlen goes for the Schwinn Smash. Unfortunately for Blood, he has the left leg, and Richlen wastes no time in hitting the Richlenziguiri! Richlen lands on the bad arm, however, and is unable to immediately capitalize, which allows Blood to get to his feet and get to one corner, where he slumps down and starts yelling for his foe to get up!* HAHAHA!!!! Richlen's gonna get a taste of his own medicine!!!!*Blood rushes forward, intent on a spear of his own, BUT RICHLEN BLINDSIDES HIM WITH THE SCHWINN SMASH!!!!* HOW IN THE WORLD IS BLOOD NOT CONCUSSED AFTER THAT?!?!?!?!*1! 2! BLOOD KICKS OUT!!!! Richlen is in total shock, as are the fans! The challenger thus wastes no time in picking Blood up, hoisting him on his shoulders, and spinning him down with the Lights- NO!!!! BLOOD COUNTERS WITH A NECKBREAKER BEFORE ROLLING HIM UP!!!! 1! 2! 3!!!!* AW, DAMNIT!Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey heyyyyyyyyyy, goooooooodbyyyyyyyyyye-Here is your winner and still Champion of Honor, Ryan Blood!I was so hoping for- oh great, now Blood wants to gloat.*As an extremely sore Richlen gets to his feet, Blood asks for and is given a microphone.* Cut the music. I've got something to say.*The music cuts off* Richlen, I give you credit. That was a hell of a match you just gave me, and despite everything we just did to one another, both of us are still standing.
And that means that both of us, and Shaelin, are capable of walking back down to this ring after the conclusion of the next match and doing something about the planned nuptials along with the Steampunks.
I'm going to help them. I propose that you two do the same. If you trust me, then we'll work together just this once, and if you don't trust me, you can walk down there to keep an eye on me and stop me if I do anything to help Evil M.
It's your call, guys. I'll see you back here, or not, after Jackson and Whitey finish going at it.*Richlen just glares at Blood before leaving the ring without saying a word. As he leaves, he passes King, who is still taunting him. The frustrated Richlen suddenly yanks King's headset off and starts yelling at him, the camera barely picking it up:* ... You don't want Blood or Shaelin or me or anyone else spoiling your or M's night, you'd better try sounding the alarm. I said I'd stop that wedding, and I meant it!*Blood nods as Richlen heads for the back, looking back at the ring and mouthing "Once. Once." Blood then grabs his title and leaves after him.* It's been a long time, been a long time comin Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back nowHoss: Fans, I have no idea who's doing that, but I have a feeling we'll find out before the night's done!
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Johnny B. Decent
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Aug 2, 2011 17:41:17 GMT -5
Well, what do I now? My wildman character is now ruined, and with two straight defeats I can't exactly have a third, or go for anyone else.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Aug 2, 2011 17:43:21 GMT -5
Well, what do I know? My wildman character is now ruined, and with two straight defeats I can't exactly have a third, or go for anyone else. ... Joim Whitey, Inc?
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Aug 2, 2011 17:44:57 GMT -5
If that's my oldest nemesis/friend TTS, I will mark so hard
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 2, 2011 17:47:21 GMT -5
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: What a tremendous show on a tremendous day at the Parts Unknown Beach here at Botch at the Beach!Jesse King: Well what's next, Hoss?"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: It looks like we have one of our hottest grudge matches ever...Damn Right Jackson versus Whitey FatsJesse King: You got that right, TH. This match has been in the making for over two months, and now Whitey Fats and Damn Right Jackson have each other all to themselves; no Colt to get in the way."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: You got that right. Whitey stands for everything that Jackson stood against from the beginning. He's rich, he's entitled, he's lucky, and he didn't work for any of it.Jesse King: Says you; says Jackson. Whitey had to get the money for that lottery ticket somewhere, and he wasn't exactly the mugging type."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: What are you saying, King?Jesse King: I'm saying let's get on with the match. Take it away, Muffer!Michael Muffer: The following match is scheduled for one fall!Too Black...
Too Strong...
Damn Right!*DR Jackson slowly walks out, stopping at the stage to gaze at the crowd.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Some would say that these two should have clashed earlier, but they're definitely clashing now.Jesse King: Well, they did clash before, especially in their death defying match at Wheel of Misfortune last month."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But now they are one-on-one at Botch at the Beach.*DR Jackson unbuttons his jacket, then throws his hands to the sky as pyro explodes around him. He then begins his strut down to the ring.* Jesse King: Look at Jackson, will you? He "sold out" just as much as anyone he ever accused."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: What makes you say that? Because he is cheered rather than booed now?Michael Muffer: Introducing first: the challenger. Hailing from West Philly, Pennsylvania and weighing 305lbs: Damn... Right... Jackson!Jesse King: Exactly. Once the fans were on his side, Jackson stopped being so grumpy and accusational. He tasted adulation and he sold out."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But what does that have to do with Whitey Fats? What has Whitey Fats done to merit adulation? What has he accomplished?*Jackson slides into the ring. He removes his jacket and hands it off.* Jesse King: Whitey is rich. He has invested his money wisely-"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: He won the lottery, King! That's more than a million to one shot!Michael Muffer: And his opponent...*Whitey Fats walks out with Cynnamon at his side and a mahogany pimp cane in his hand.* Jesse King: But look at him now. He is still rolling in the dough and he has his sweet Cynnamon by his side. Looks like success to me.*Whitey Fats raises the pimp cane over his head and looks to the sky as fireworks go off while Cynnamon claps.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson fought hard for all of his victories. Whitey has gotten lucky every step of the way.*Whitey lowers his pimp cane, gesturing it towards DR Jackson. He then starts walking to the ring with Cynnamon still at his side.* Jesse King: He's a former Interforums Champion..."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Which he won by manipulating an amnesiac Boiler Room Brawler.Jesse King: But he still won it.Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring with his valet Cynnamon; hailing from Starke, Florida, and weighing 275lbs: "Handsome..." Whitey... Fats!*Whitey walks up the ring steps. He hands his mahogany pimp cane off to Cynnamon before crossing the ropes. Referee Jake Kwon puts his hand on Jackson's chest to keep him at bay before the match starts.* Jesse King: And he was in the WWCF World Championship match last month, plus it was Jackson who was pinned."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Well now there is no Colt in the way tonight. Whitey will have to prove that he can beat Jackson without a third person in the match.Jesse King: Looks like Jackson wants to trounce him before the ref starts the match. I think Whitey ought to beware of unnecessary roughness.*Jake Kwon keeps Whitey and Jackson an armspan away before he starts the match. He quickly backs away as the bell rings and Jackson throws a flurry a punches to Whitey's face.* Jesse King: See? Jackson could barely wait for the bell to ring!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Can Whitey hold off Jackson to go on the offense?*Whitey fights back with punches to Jackson's head, but Jackson forces him into a corner.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson is going all out very early into the match.*Whitey slips behind Jackson - he waistlocks him, forces him forward, and then uses the momentum for a german suplex.* Jesse King: But Whitey quickly counters with a german suplex.*They're back to their feet without missing a beat. Jackson goes for a gut punch to Whitey, who responds in kind with a kick to Jackson's.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: An exchange of blows to each other's guts.Jesse King: Now that you mention it, Gorilla, I've never seen a man throw up from a punch to the gut."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Knock on wood.*Jackson takes Whitey down with a big boot kick to the face. Whitey springs back up only to meet another big boot kick to the face.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Damn Right Jackson with big boots to Whitey's mug.Jesse King: But Whitey takes 'em and keeps going.*Whitey is back up again and ready with a kick to Jackson's gut, bending him over.* Jesse King: Whitey setting up...*Jackson, still bent over, rushes against Whitey, forcing him into a corner again. He hammers Whitey in the sides as Whitey drops axe handles to Jackson's back.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But Jackson forces Whitey back into the corner.Jesse King: Get out of there, Whitey!*Jackson backs away from Whitey. An arm in his grip, Jackson pulls Whitey away from the corner, then twists it over for an arm wrench...* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: An arm wrench from Jackson could hurt Whitey's chances of landing a Southern Discomfort or a Phatsdriver later.*Jackson, holding onto Whitey's arm, yanks him forward for a lariat.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson with a lariat!*Whitey ducks Jackson's arm, then grabs Jackson's head from behind and runs forward for a bulldog to the mat.* Jesse King: Not so fast! Whitey wtih a bulldog!*Jackson pops back up from the mat, but Whitey quickly catches him with a DDT back down to the mat.* Jesse King: Nice try, Jackson, but Whitey has your number like he did when he won the lottery!*Whitey turns Jackson over and covers for the pin but Jackson powers out and gets up.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But Jackson is nowhere close to being finished.*Whitey punches Jackson's head. Jackson forces Whitey through the ropes and onto the arena floor, with Cynnamon narrowly dodging him.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey's out of the ring!Jesse King: Good dodge by Cynnamon, but look at that display from DR Jackson.*Jake Kwon starts the ring out count as Whitey sits up. Jackson waits for Whitey to return to the ring.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But Jackson seems to give Whitey the opportunity to enter the ring. He's not pursuing him.*Kwon counts 2... Whitey shakes his head and stands up. Jackson gets ready to attack.* Jesse King: But he shows his hand too soon. Jackson isn't attacking Whitey out there because he's going to attack him on the way back into the ring.*Kwon counts 3... Whitey walks up the ring steps. He points at Jackson and looks at Referee Kwon, telling him he wants space to enter.* Jesse King: Yeah, give him space!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey playing it as safe as he can. Jackson's a beast tonight, and he doesn't need to be mauled any worse than he has to.*Jackson gives Whitey just enough time to completely enter the ring before charging forth with a lariat that knocks Whitey over the top rope and back out of the ring.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson with a lariat! Whitey's back outside!Jesse King: Seriously, Jackson. Let's see some wrestling, not one of your back alley brawls.*Kwon starts the ring out count again. Jackson slides under the bottom rope to face Whitey.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: And Jackson's going after Whitey this time.Jesse King: Jackson plans to stretch the rules as far as he can tonight. It's his style."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Are you kidding? Whitey has to be one of the most abusive wrestlers in this company. How often can you say that Jackson won because he broke or stretched rules?*Kwon counts 2... Jackson punches Whitey in the head as Whitey tries to stand up, then he grabs Whitey's arm and whips him into the guard rail.* Jesse King: Jackson is using the environment. He's basically trying to brutalize Whitey without using officially foreign objects. Disgusting...*Kwon counts 3... Jackson charges for Whitey, but Whitey dodges him - Jackson collides headfirst into the guard rail.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey narrowly dodges one of Jackson's deadly spears!Jesse King: And Jackson does some head work for Whitey to boot. Keep it coming Jackson, and Whitey won't have to wrestle at all tonight.*Kwon counts 4... Whitey stomps on the downed Jackson.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey taking advantage of the downed Jackson...Jesse King: Jackson wants to wrestle outside, Whitey will gladly take it to him there.*Kwon counts 5... Whitey helps Jackson up, then guides him to the ring.* Jesse King: But see? Whitey's taking it back to the ring. If he's going to make a point, that he's better than Jackson, he needs to beat him as cleanly as possible.*Kwon counts 6... Whitey slides Jackson back into the ring, then slides in after him.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: So you're admitting that Whitey bends the rules all of the time.Jesse King: Not necessarily. I don't think Whitey's any worse, or better, at it than anyone else in the WWCF, but he has an impetus to win this cleanly against Jackson. No cheating, no excuses.*Whitey grabs Jackson's leg and drags him to the center of the ring. He then goes for the other leg, when Jackson kicks him away and gets back up.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson kicks Whitey away before he's caught in a figure 4 leglock.Jesse King: Whitey should keep working on Jackson's head. Kill the head and the body will die.*Whitey throws a kick at Jackson, but narrowly misses. Jackson responds with a lariat to Whitey and takes him down to the mat. Jackson holds Whitey down with the same arm for the pin.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: A mighty clothesline from Jackson!*Kwon counts 1, tw- Whitey kicks out and rolls over onto his front to get up.* Jesse King: No dice though.*Jackson hammers down on Whitey's back as Whitey stands up. Whitey grabs a rope, then throws a mule kick at Jackson, but Jackson sidesteps it, giving Whitey time to readjust himself.* Jesse King: Whitey with a mule kick!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: He's biding himself some time to stand.*Jackson takes Whitey down with a big boot, but Whitey gets back up and charges at Jackson, clasping his hand over Jackson's throat and taking him down to the mat, choking him out.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey with a choke hold? What about clean wrestling, King?*Kwon counts 1, 2, 3, 4 -Whitey releases Jackson and stands up as Jackson catches his breath.* Jesse King: What about it? He has to the count of five to release him. And he did.*Whitey legdrops Jackson's head.* Jesse King: And Whitey's playing it smart. He's going for the head.*Whitey legdrops Jackson's head a second time.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Can Jackson recover from this?Jesse King: Doubtful. Whitey's laying the stupid pills on Jackson here.*Whitey lifts his leg for a third legdrop, when Jackson reaches up and pulls Whitey backfirst to the mat and holds him down for a pin.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson with a schoolboy!Jesse King: Where did that come from?*Kwon counts 1, 2, Whitey kicks out.* Jesse King: Nice possum there, Jackson, but not enough to take out the Wrestling Messiah.*Whitey backs up to the ropes as Jackson takes a breather on all fours.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Both men taking a moment to regroup and figure out their next strategies.*Whitey walks over to kick Jackson in the ribs, rolling him out of the ring.* Jesse King: And Whitey's ready first with a kick to Jackson's ribs."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson is rolled out of the ring himself now.*Kwon starts the ring out count. Whitey slides under the bottom rope.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Now Whitey's going after Jackson.Jesse King: Jackson wanted it rough, then he'll get it rough.*Kwon counts 2... Jackson is on his knees as Whitey punches him on the head.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey wasting nothing to take out Jackson...*Kwon counts 3... Jackson is on his feet, but Whitey is ready for him with an Irish whip to the ring steps.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: What was that about using "unofficial foreign objects" again, Jesse?Jesse King: Whitey is equalizing. If Jackson was willing to whip Whitey to the guard rail, then he should expect the same.*Kwon counts 4... Whitey charges at Jackson, attempting a knee to the face, but Jackson drop toe holds Whitey, tumbling him over the ring steps.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson with a drop toe hold on Whitey!Jesse King: Whitey's eating steel steps! Dirty pool, Jackson, dirty pool!*Kwon counts 5... Jackson stands up and grabs Whitey, standing him up and sliding him back into the ring.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Now it's Jackson sliding Whitey into the ring. Roles have been utterly reversed.Jesse King: So you're coming around to seeing Whitey as the good guy here?"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Don't kid yourself, King.*Whitey stands up to face Jackson, who slides through the ropes, but he too slow and is met with a punch to the gut from Jackson. Jackson gets behind Whitey, then wrenches him back with an abdominal stretch.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson with an abdominal stretch...Jesse King: Whitey must break out of it or else he won't be doing much lifting later on.*Jackson keeps his hold firm as Whitey reaches for the ropes.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: The ropes are out of reach, but will Whitey give up?Jesse King: Here comes Cynnamon though...*Cynnamon climbs up to the apron, but Whitey shakes his head and wags his finger "no."* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey refusing her help.Jesse King: Not sure what she would have done though. Kwon's standing right there.*Jackson releases the abdominal stretch and shoves Whitey forwards. Cynammon drops down to avoid the impact. Jackson catches Whitey with a gutwrench suplex to the center of the ring.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson with a gutwrench suplex!Jesse King: Why did he shove Whitey towards a woman? Does Jackson have no class at all?*Jackson covers Whitey for the pin. Kwon counts 1, 2, Whitey gets the shoulder up.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Another near fall.*Jackson punches Whitey in the ribs. Whitey makes for the ropes and knocks Jackson away with a mule kick before standing up.* Jesse King: Whitey with another mule kick to Jackson.*Jackson is on his back and covering his face from the mule kick. Whitey walks over to Jackson and stomps on his face...* Jesse King: And now Whitey's taking it to Jackson with the classic Garvin stomp!*Whitey stomps on Jackson's left arm, then his left leg...* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: He'll make Jackson hurt all over, but will he make it hurt as much as Wheel of Misfortune?Jesse King: Doubtful, but Whitey only needs to pin Jackson, not cook him and stick tacks in him.*Whitey stomps on Jackson's right leg, then his right arm, and then finishes with a legdrop to his head.* Jesse King: Given normal rules, Whitey would have become World Champion while Colt would be getting beat up in that ring at this moment.*Whitey covers Jackson for the pin. Kwon counts 1, 2, Jackson kicks out.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: So many stomps, but so few pinfalls for Whitey.*Whitey gets up, as does Jackson, who grabs Whitey's arm again, twists around, and forces it down against his shoulder.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: An arm breaker to Whitey...*Whitey retracts his arm out of pain, to which Jackson capitalizes with a punch to Whitey's gut, followed by a hook over the head...* Jesse King: Uh oh, get out of there, Whitey!*Jackson lifts Whitey up, then crashes down for a vertical suplex.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Just look at the strength of Damn Right Jackson.*Jackson goes for the pin. Kwon counts 1, 2, Whitey kicks out.* Jesse King: Well-timed move from Jackson, but not enough.*Jackson picks up Whitey off the mat, then slams him backfirst onto his knee.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson with a backbreaker to Whitey.Jesse King: Whitey can get out of this. Just you watch. Jackson's looking pretty dazed if you ask me.*Jackson, still holding onto Whitey, lifts him up, then slams him backfirst upon his knee again.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey's spine is in serious trouble today at the Parts Unknown Beach...*Jackson lifts Whitey up, then props him into a bent over position. He lifts him up and tosses him overhead and behind himself.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson with a mighty fallaway slam to Whitey Fats. How does Whitey take it all?Jesse King: Whitey has willpower and pride, TH. He sees this match from the bigger picture, and he knows that he can outmaneuver Jackson.*Jackson grabs Whitey's legs, tenses up, then giant throws him across the ring. Jackson sputters down to the mat.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: A titanic throw across the ring from Damn Right Jackson, but he looks like he's utterly gassed out.Jesse King: And that's when Whitey will strike, Hoss.*Referee Kwon begins a knockout count. Jackson catches his breath while Whitey is seemingly unconscious or too beat up to move.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey has played a very general game tonight with Jackson, who has went for very large moves tonight.Jesse King: Being tired is no way to close a deal.*Kwon counts 2... 3... - Whitey rests his arms on the ropes. Jackson starts to sit up.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But it looks like Jackson just needs a few moments to catch his breath. Whitey will need medical attention.Jesse King: Don't kid yourself, Gorilla. There's a reason that Whitey has worked on the head this whole time.*Kwon counts 4... 5... - Whitey turns over onto his side. Jackson grabs a rope for leverage, shaking his head and getting some breath control as he turns onto his knees to stand up.* Jesse King: Just look at Jackson. He tired himself out while tossing Whitey around, while Whitey gets to just lay there and recover."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Well they'd better hurry up and rise to their feet or one or both of their strategies will have been in vain.*Kwon counts 6... 7... - Jackson stands up. Whitey turns over onto his knees to grab a rope.* Jesse King: Come on, Whitey. You can do this! This is your time to prove that you deserve to be the next WWCF World Champion!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: He's fought a hard match already; there's no shame in losing to a monster like Jackson.*Kwon counts 8... 9... Whitey stands up, but then Jackson spears Whitey into a corner. Whitey collapses.* Jesse King: That dirty opportunist, Damn Right Jackson!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Both men were on their feet, and Referee Jake Kwon seems to see it that way too.*Jackson props Whitey back into a standing position then backs up for another spear...* Jesse King: Here comes more of that brutality I knew was going to happen. Where's Jackson's sportsmanship?*Jackson spears Whitey again.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: When you step into the ring with DR Jackson, you better be tough and you better be strong. Smarts work too, yes, but not on their own.*Jackson props Whitey back up and backs up again, all the way across the ring...* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson preparing for the grand finale...*Jackson charges, but Whitey bows, catching him and lifting him up into the air over his shoulders...* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey catches Jackson!Jesse King: Here it comes, Hoss...*Whitey swings with the momentum and slams Jackson headfirst to the mat with a burning hammer.* Jesse King: Say hello to Southern Discomfort!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: That slam had Jackson't velocity put into it!*Whitey and Jackson are both out of it, but Whitey just manages to put his hand onto the Jackson's chest.* Jesse King: Checkmate, Jackson.*Kwon counts 1...* Jesse King: One!*Kwon counts 2...* Jesse King: Two!*Kwon counts thr-Jackson gets the shoulder up.* Jesse King: What?"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson is still in this match!*Whitey is exasperated. He rolls onto his back and wipes his face of sweat as he tries to think of what to do next.* Jesse King: What's he supposed to do now?"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Many wrestlers have wondered the same thing, King, but only a few managed to beat a fully motivated Damn Right Jackson, and one of them is holding the WWCF World Championship belt. If Whitey thinks Jackson's the hard part, he has another thing coming if he faces Colt mano a mano.*Whitey stands up and climbs to the top rope. Jackson starts to get up...* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: And now Whitey goes for the high risk district...Jesse King: Always a mistake of last resort. Come to your senses, Whitey!*Whitey leaps off the top rope for a splash, but Jackson catches him upon his shoulders.* Jesse King: Oh no!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Now Jackson catches Whitey!*Jackson adjusts Whitey and then locks him into a torture rack.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: And he locks in the Anxiety Adjustment!Jesse King: You can make it, Whitey!*Whitey reaches out to the ropes, but Jackson walks away from the ropes.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson won't have any of it. There's no escape for Whitey now!Jesse King: Whitey was doing so well! Where did he go wrong?*Whitey struggles to keep it together in the Anxiety Adjustment as Jackson bows onto one knee to tighten his grip...* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jackson will finish Whitey here. Will Whitey be back the next week this time?*Whitey fades. Kwon lifts up his arm and drops it once...* Jesse King: It's not right. This was Whitey's night.*Kwon counts 1. He lifts Whitey's arm and drops it a second time...* Jesse King: Whitey was supposed to win.*Kwon counts 2. He lifts Whitey's arm and drops it a third time...* Jesse King: He was supposed to be Colt's next opponent...*Whitey suddenly is reinvigorated. He struggles against Jackson's Anxiety Adjustment, then suddenly slips out of it in front of Jackson...* Jesse King: Wait a second! Yes! Get him Whitey! Get him!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: A second wind, a rush of adrenaline for Whitey Fats!*Whitey's arm is already hooked around Jackson's head. He lifts Jackson up, then brings him crashing down headfirst into the mat with the Phatsdriver.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Phatsdriver! Phatsdriver!Jesse King: Pin him dammit!*Whitey collapses to the mat again, just managing to get his arm onto Jackson, wincing at the abdominal pain of turning over.* Jesse King: Yes! You thought you'd win Jackson...*Kwon counts 1...* Jesse King: ...but this was Whitey's...*Kwon counts 2...* Jesse King: ...match tonight!*Kwon counts 3!* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Unbelievable! Whitey did it!Michael Muffer: Here is your winner by pinfall: "Handsome..." Whitey... Fats!"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Whitey Fats defeated Damn Right Jackson clean!Jesse King: You're damn right he did!*Cynnamon enters the ring to console Whitey, who is utterly beaten up.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But he's utterly beaten up!Jesse King: That cane could come in handy...*Cynnamon hands Whitey his mahogany pimp cane and helps him stand up.* Jesse King: ...but it's not important, TH. What's important is that Whitey has shown that he is Jackson's superior. That he is better, tougher, smarter, and that Jackson can blow everything he says out his ass.*Whitey actually uses the mahogany pimp cane to support himself as he winces at the slightest abdominal movements.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Are you sure that this proves that? It almost came down to puncher's chance.Jesse King: Excuses, excuses...*Jackson starts to recover, but Whitey can only smirk at him before leaving as Jackson sits up.* "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Judging from their relative physical conditions, I don't think this is over yet, King.Jesse King: That may be true, Hoss, but today was Whitey's day. He pinned Jackson, and in spite of his abdominal pain, it probably feels oh so good."Gorilla" Tim Hoss: We'll find out what happens between them on the next Niteraw, but Botch at the Beach continues...
A traditional wedding march starts playing, as Evil M makes his way down the aisle.
And now it would appear that… Shut up Gorilla! This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for! The wedding of Evil M and Sara Nakatomi!
ViVA walks down the aisle with one of the bridesmaids. The wedding march then changes to Here Comes The Bride.
C’mon Gorilla! Stand up and show some respect!
Hideo Nakatomi walks down the aisle with his daughter, beaming all the way. Sara looks like she’s about to cry as her father guides/shoves her along.
Don’t worry Gorilla. I brought tissues in case you start to get emotional. Well I brought a barf bag, so I think I’m good.
As Sara enters the ring, Evil M whispers something to ViVA and the two laugh and highfive.
M and Sara turn to face the Minister.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together Evil M and Sara Nakatomi in holy matrimony. Who gives this woman to this man?
Hideo steps forward and takes both Sara and M by the hand.
Sara, obey your husband.
Hideo steps back.
Very well then.
I understand that Evil M and Sara have prepared their own vows. Evil M, you may go first.
Ahem.
Sara, ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were a nice piece of ass. And in the two years since our first meeting, you’ve only gotten hotter.
I’ve heard about yours and Jono’s legendary lovemaking and I cannot wait to be on the receiving end of some of that!
But more importantly, I cannot wait to have you as my wife, because I know it will eat Jono up inside, seeing that he wasn’t good enough for you. After all the wars him and I have had over the years, the biggest victory for me, was getting his BITCH!
The crowd boos, but the preacher settles things down.
Ea-easy now.
Sara, would you please recite your vows?
Hideo hands Sara a piece of paper.
Read it now.
Sara fights back tears as she reads sarcastically.
I am honored to be wedding such a fine, upstanding young man such as Evil M, he truly is a better man in every single way as compared to my old boyfriend . . .
Pshh, yeah right . . .
Hideo grabs Sara's hair and pulls her towards him.
I SAID, READ!
Jonathan Michaels is a worthless, dishonorable wretch whom I regret letting touch me in any intimate way, and I am glad to be rid of him.
Okay, then, if there is anyone here who thinks these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.
Everyone waits for the obvious music cue, but it doesn't come.
Very well, Evil M, do you take Sara to be your lawfully wedded wife?
I do.
And do you, Sara, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?
Say it.
I . . .I . . .
"Na Na Na Na"
Gus Richlen walks halfway down the aisle, his right arm in a sling.
"Virus"
Ryan Blood brings his Championship of Honor with him.
"Rigorous Vengeance"
Boiler Room Brawler takes his place next to Richlen and Blood.
So, you three have the nerve to stick your nose in my business, well, I don't give a rat's ass what you have to say . . .
And this is when I tell your decrepit ass to shut up.
The crowd lets out a roar at this.
Now, I admit to me and Blood not exactly being able to get along. Hell, I will readily admit that I don't even like the man or the company that he keeps. But there is one thing that we can both agree on, and that is both you and the man you're forcing your daughter live with are several levels below scumbags.
This also gets a massive applause as Hideo and M glare at the wounded "Xtreme Machine."
Now, maybe I shouldn't completely spoil your night, but I loathe both of you and thus have no qualms about saying what I'm about to say: There was a time, Hideo, early in my career, when I would have stuck up for you after Blood nearly ripped your arm off, but after the past few months, I think, no, I KNOW, that I have irreversibly changed my mind. And as for you, M, your only singles win over me came after I was screwed over by your special referee, and you saw what I did to him afterwards. What's to say that I won't make you the next right now?
Richlen, if you think you could take M out one-handed, then you're even dumber than I thought.
Hideo, you are the most selfish forebear to step foot in a WWCF arena.
My partner, Jonathan Michaels, has shown, time and again, that he is worthy of your daughter's hand in marriage, and not your six foot six puppet here.
We warned you we were coming, and I brought a big, massive, pipe wrench that says "Sarah Nakatomi has rights and that you are a disgrace."
Let her go, or we're gonna show you that JoNo's got a posse!
Listen here, you mongoloid . . .
SHUT THE f*** UP, HIDDY!
Ryan Blood actually gets a pop at this.
Don't make me go down there and break all of your other bones. You just keep your mouth shut and stay quiet as a mouse. BRB and Gus have already said what they wanted, but they said it to you. I want to talk to Sara.
Sara, back when I was feuding with your boyfriend I said some things that it's too late for me to take back, and I apologize for them. But please think back to that phone call I made to you where I said a lot of those things, because there's one thing that I don't completely regret saying to you, that I want to say to you in a much less dickish way now:
"You should not let this man tell you what to do."
Yes, he's your father, but there are some things a father can do which make him completely undeserving of any loyalty from his children. Hideo doesn't deserve this kind of blind obedience, not after what he's put you through.
Sara, for your own good, stand up to Hideo. And stand up to M. Just...say...NO. There are people here who'll make sure nothing bad happens to you as a result.
Blood stops talking and waits for a response from Sara, which doesn't come. Finally Hideo speaks up again.
Well, then, if you're finished . . .
NOT...just yet. See, we did all walk out here to object to this wedding, but that's not the only reason. We're also out here to make sure that your attention is focused completely on the entranceway here!
What the hell are you talking about?
Behind Hideo, ViVa is suddenly kicked in the face and collapses to the ground, Hideo turns around and is knocked down by a soaking wet Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels. who apparently came in from the water, M starts towards Jono, who immediately hits M with a Fade to Black.
Jonathan takes off the mask and puts in on the unconscious M.
Can you guys take out the trash for me?
Richlen, Blood and BRB march down to the altar, BRB grabs Hideo by the throat and holds him in place while Blood and Richlen drag M away, Jono stares at Hideo.
I want you to watch this, you son of a bitch.
Jono goes over to Sara.
Sara, are you all right?
I am now.
Sara hugs Jono tightly and the two share a long passionate kiss.
Sara, seeing as how all this is set up already, and you have the dress and the priest and everything . . .
Jonathan gets down on one knee.
Sara, will you marry me?
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sara spins around on her father.
SHUT UP, DADDY!
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK, I DON'T CARE HOW YOU FEEL, I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU ANYMORE!
Sara, forget about him, let's do this, Reverend, do you mind?
Well, I get paid either way, so, as I was saying, do you, Sara, take THIS man to be your lawfully wedded husband?
I DO!!
And do you, . . .
Jonathan.
Jonathan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?
You bet I do.
Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may now kiss the bride.
Sara grabs Jonathan and pulls him into a kiss as the crowd applauds wildly.
ou can let him go now, B, there's nothing he can do.
Brawler lets go of Hideo, whose face is red with fury.
That's where you're wrong, Jonathan, first, I'm going to cut Sara off, then I'm going to pull the sponsorship form this miserable company, I'm not going to rest until you, her and this whole federation are destroyed, DO YOU HEAR ME?
I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, JONATHAN, I HOPE YOU DIE, I HOPE SARA DIES, I . . .HATE . . . .you
Hideo clutches his chest and collapses to the ground.
Daddy?
Whoever's in the back, can we get some medics down here?
Two paramedics come down to the altar and check on Hideo, one of them shakes his head and the other one holds his arms in the air in an X.
Another paramedic brings a stretcher and loads Hideo on it, wheeling him to the back as Sara and Jonathan follow behind.
What a shocking turn of events! Hopefully Hideo Nakatomi will be all right; for all he's done, I wouldn't wish death on him.
Before King can reply, Muffer's voice interrupts him.
Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, may you please let me introduce to you at this time... He is the CEO of WWCF and the current reigning WWCF Champion... COLT!
"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
The crowd immediately erupt into a sea of hate, as Colt steps out onto the beach in his suit, with this WWCF Championship over his shoulder... He makes his way through the sand and into the ring.
I can't believe I agreed to do this PPV here, at the beach... I mean sure it makes for some exciting, once a year shinanigans that you guys simply loved to eat up. But you fools don't understand, this is a very expensive suit. My security, my Followers, the rest of my friends in Pantheon... We all pay top dollar for everything we represent here.
Have you ever tried getting Sand out of Suede? Forget about it! Infact, I came out here to make a different announcement, but that can wait... I hereby announce that if I am still in charge by this time next year... There will NOT be Botch at the Beach!
Instead, we will do a new PPV... set in a Circus, call the Tent of Punishment!
The crowd give a very split reaction, some loving the idea of a Circus themed PPV, others not wanting to see Botch at the Beach die.
React however you want! It doesn't matter, you guys don't have a say. I do! I don't have to give a damn about what you guys think of me and my ideas... This is fate! You can't avoid that!
The crowd go back to booing, a big "Sparks" chant breaks out.
Cheer for that moron all you want! I already got security surrounding his locker room to make sure he doesn't come out and ruin my next announcement.
The crowd start screaming "We want Sparks!" louder and louder, this infuriates Colt.
SHUT UP! I'll give you Sparks, and when I'm done with him tonight, you might never be able to see him again! You're actually going to like my next announcement...
The return of one of the biggest Game Changers in WWCF History, an event that has been so big, it friendships apart. It established new stars, and produces some of the all time greatest match ups known to man.
I am talking of course, about Lethal Lottery... and our next PPV. Battle Bowl!
The crowd pops big for this.
A large number of teams will be assigned at random, they will face off against eachother in Tag Team Competition until all the losing teams are wiped out. Then all the winner will go on to compete in the Third Annual Battle Bowl. An over the top rope battle Royal, where the winner gets a shot at my WWCF Championship at the biggest mac-daddy of them all, GookerMania IV.
I mean, if you remember last years GookerMania Main Event was "Damn Right" Jackson defending his WWCF Championship against Battle Bowl winner Jonathan Michaels.
Then there was Battle Bowls first year, which gave us Little Naitch defending his title against Seth Drakin. Two of the greatest matches in WWCF History.
I have already drafted Six teams and made the first three matches... which are as follows...
Mountain King & BA Alexander... or whatever he's calling himself nowadays vs. Xtreme & The Great Warrior
LodiRulz & CageKing of Pantheon vs. Connor McKenzie & Ryan Bergman
And excitingly...
Johnny Stone & Boiler Room Brawker vs. Vincent Van Agony & The Punisher
More matches will be announced throughout the week on WWCF.com and www.twitter.com/WWCFNewz
And remember, the last two Battle Bowl winners went on to lose their title shot against the Champion... This is your chance to Choose Your Fate and Make History...
Choose wisely!
Inter Forum Title Match: Caleb Fourchon vs. Bergman
Michael Muffer: The following contest will be fought under the “Falls Count Anywhere†stipulation, and is for the WWCF Inter Forum Championship. Coming out first, from Fulton, New York, weighing 219 pounds: BERGMAN!!!!
*The speakers blare “99 Problems†by Hugo. Bergman appears on the stage with his hood up. After 23 seconds he pulls the covering off his head and walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way. He slides under the ropes and enters the ring, mounting his corner turnbuckle and posing for the cheering crowd.*
Tim Hoss: Ryan Bergman showing his appreciation for his many supporters here at Botch of the Beach. A crowd favorite, for both his skills in the ring and how he carries himself outside it, he is seeking the opportunity to reclaim the Inter Forum title.
Jesse King: You know, Gorilla, I’ll admit that Bergman is one of the best technical wrestlers I’ve ever seen, but I wonder if these days that’s enough. Does he have that streak of ruthlessness required to be a WWCF champion?
MM: And his opponent, from Dulac, Louisiana, weighing 252 pounds: the Inter Forum Champion, Caleb Fourchon!
*REM’s “Circus Envy†is played as Caleb walks out wearing the IF belt around his waist. He stalks down the ramp, staring a hole into Bergman. He steps over the ropes and enters the ring. Walking a circuit around the inside he glares out at the jeering crowd, before handing off his title to referee Lloyd McFloyd.*
JK: Just look at the man he’s facing tonight. Caleb Fourchon has demonstrated he’s got a mean streak a mile wide. And his used that edge to harry and harrass Bergman at every opportunity. To be honest, I think Caleb has gotten in his head.
TH: And I think you’re underestimating the focus of the man, King.
JK: He wasn’t too focused last week when Caleb goaded him into walking out of his Four Corners Match on Monday NiteRaw.
*McFloyd holds up the title belt to the crowd before handing it off to Michael Muffer. He gets both men to the center of the ring to give instructions, and calls for the bell.*
TH: Bergman left the ring because Fourchon was shown on the CrapTron attacking fans in the parking lot. As far as I’m concerned, he’s got his priorities straight.
*Caleb and Bergman begin exchanging punches. The champ gets the upper hand, beating his smaller opponent down with several forearm clubs. He whips Bergman to the (far, ramp side) corner and charges. Bergman springs off the ropes and floats over, leaving Caleb to crash into the ringpost. When Fourchon turns Ryan blisters his chest with overhead chops. Caleb staggers back and puts himself between the ropes, and McFloyd tells Bergman to back off.*
TH: Some nasty strikes by Bergman there.
*Bergman moves into the middle of the ring and motions for Caleb to get out of the corner and come after him. The IF champ complies. The two circle one another warily, lunging and feinting, until Caleb tries to connect with a roundhouse punch. Bergman jukes to the side and buries his foot in the bigger man’s face with a spinning heel kick. Fourchon goes down. Cover. One! Kickout. Bergman starts to pull Caleb up but Fourchon powers out and knees him in the stomach. He snaps Bergman’s head back with a throat thrust uppercut, and follows that up by grabbing his chin and twisting so they are back to back. He bends forward and lifts Bergman off his feet, stretching him across his back.*
TH: Caleb puts Bergman in an elevated reverse chinlock.
JK: I can tell you from experience that is one of the more painful holds to be put in. You’re off your feet, getting stretched out, while the guy’s fingers are digging into your skin. Just sadistic.
*Fourchon lifts Bergman for several seconds, then finally drops him. He stomps on his opponent and kicks him to the ropes until Bergman rolls out of the ring on the far side. Sliding to the outside, he pulls Bergman up and slams his head into the ring apron. Bergman goes down and Caleb covers. One! Two! Kickout. Fourchon drags him to his feet and rams him into the side of the ring, then tries to take his head off with a big boot. Bergman ducks, and Caleb gets his foot caught on the bottom rope. Bergman charges for the barricade, leaps atop it, pivots, and leaps back hitting a crossbody on the still tangled champ. Caleb legs bends awkwardly and he flops free. He falls to the ground and clutches his knee.*
TH: What a move by Bergman! A crossbody off the metal barricade!
JK: It was a dirty move! Caleb was hung up in the ropes!
TH: Dirty? What are you talking about? This is Falls Count Anywhere Match! There are no disqualifications in Falls Count Anywhere.
*Bergman rolls to a sitting position while Caleb is still writhing on the ground.*
TH: Looks like Caleb may have hyper extended that knee.
JK: He’s had trouble with it in the past, Gorilla.
*Bergman gets to his feet and pulls himself back into the ring. He waits until Fourchon lumbers to his feet, then runs the ropes and launches himself at him headfirst with a tope’. Caleb stumbles back into the barricade. Bergman pins him to the low wall and begins hammering his ribs with body blows to the crowd’s delight. Finally, Caleb is able to get him to back off with a rake to the eyes, and lurches over the barricade and into the crowd. A recovering Bergman gives chase.*
TH: The action has moved to the outside completely now, with Fourchon and Bergman in the crowd, which, given the former man’s past history, could get ugly.
*The fans scatter as the two wrestlers move through the crowd, with the referee trailing behind them. Bergman finally catches up with the limping Caleb, and the two starts exchanging punches. Ryan takes control and gets Caleb in a side headlock, leading him out of the throng and throws him over the barricade that separates the seats from the beach. He waits until Caleb stands and leaps, bounding off the low wall and taking Fourchon down with a step up hurricanrana. Cover. One! Two! Caleb gets an arm up. The two men rise and grapple. Fourchon knees Bergman in the gut repeatedly and takes him down with a Fisherman’s DDT. After he gets to his feet and limps away.*
TH: Fourchon’s DDT has given him time to recover, though I don’t know if that helps him much. It’s quite clear he’s still favoring that knee.
JK: See, this is what I was talking about earlier. Caleb’s bum leg is obvious. But does Bergman focus his attacks on that? No, he’s more interested in showing off to the crowd with his crazy flips and flops. Where’s the killer instinct a true champion needs?
*Caleb puts distance between him and the now rising Bergman. He removes a piece of crumpled paper from his pocket and studies it. He counts off several paces and begins to dig into the sand. He finds a set of brass knuckles and slides them on.*
TH: Are you kidding me?
JK: Heh. Caleb is a genius!
*When Fourchon turns to throw a haymaker at Bergman, he gets caught in an arm drag. Bergman holds the arm and twists it into a cross arm breaker. He pries the knucks off Caleb’s hand and begins applying full pressure, only to eat a face full of sand thrown by the champ. Fourchon gets free and stumbles away, losing the map in the process.*
TH: How proud the past Inter Forum Champions, men like Above Average and MOP, must be seeing the current title holder throwing sand like a little girl..
JK: There’s no rule against sand throwing in a Falls Count Anywhere Match!!
*Caleb realizes that he’s lost his map. He turns back to Bergman, who holds the paper up and tears it to pieces. Desperate, the Cajun Crippler begins to look around wildly, until he spies an old man walking the beach with a metal detector. Fourchon begins to limp towards him, with Bergman in hot pursuit. Caleb wrenches the device from the beachcomber and begins waving it around over the sand. Bergman checks on the old man and then faces off with Caleb, who smashes the metal detector over his head. Cover. One! Two! Bergman kicks out.*
JK: Nice improvisation, Caleb. That’s why he’s the Inter Forum champ.
*Caleb pulls Bergman up and drags him up the beach towards a trailer labeled “Snack Shackâ€. Outside the stand are several picnic tables. Its patron’s scatter as the two approach. Caleb picks up Bergman and bodyslams him onto one of the tables. He mounts the table and applies a stomach claw. Bergman grabs his wrist to try and break the hold, but can’t. He reaches for a bottle of mustard and squeezes a blast into Caleb’s face.*
TH: Bergman giving Caleb a taste of his own medicine!
JK: This is nothing to crow about, Gorilla. That mustard is spicy brown variety, the most dangerous kind!
*Caleb releases the hold and gets kicked off the table by Bergman, who then jumps and creams Fourchon with a senton splash. Cover. One! Two! Caleb gets an arm up.*
TH: Great action here between these two combantants
*Bergman lifts up Caleb and walks with him over to the surf shack. He picks up a surf board and whacks Caleb right in the face*
JK: Come on Bergman, this isn’t right!
TH: You know Caleb would do it if he had the chance!
*Bergman drops down and locks on a headlock, Caleb looks to be fading. The ref drops Caleb’s hand once, twice, but the hand stays up on the third time!*
JK: Let’s go Caleb!
TH: Will you stop, what about impartiality?
*Bergman lets go of the hold and Caleb reaches into the sand and grabs a shell. Bergman comes back to pick Caleb back up and Caleb stabs him in the head with the shell, cutting him open!*
TH: OH MY GOD! Caleb had lost it!
*Caleb works back up as Bergman is laying on the beach bleeding. Caleb picks him up and Hits him with a Gator Roll. He drops down for a cover, but only gets two! Caleb gets back up and starts screaming at the ref.*
JK: Caleb, don’t lose focus now!
*Bergman begins to work his way back to his feet and hits Caleb with a few punches before Caleb kicks him right in the balls!*
JK: WHAT A MANUEVER!!
TH: Yes, kicking someone below the belt, a real champion that Fourchon…
*Caleb begins to drag Bergman down to the water, where a few fins can been seen on the water*
TH: Hold on, no one told me we had sharks!
JK: And sharks can smell blood from a mile away and Bergman is bleeding like a stuck pig!
*Caleb picks up Bergman for a press slam to throw him off the dock into the water, but Bergman slides out and dropsaults Caleb into the water.
TH: Looks like Caleb is all wet!
JK: That cheat, kicking Caleb into the water, he could have drowned!
*Caleb swims his way back to shore and sits up looking around for Bergman. He hears someone scream out “Caleb!†and looks up to see Bergman crashing down on him with both knees.*
TH: Meteora from Bergman, this has to be it!
JK: Where did he come from?
TH: Well Jesse, he came off the Lifeguards chair and connected!
*Bergman crawls back over to Caleb and covers him. 1, 2, th-Kickout! Caleb just got the shoulder up. Bergman sits up, bleeding from his head and clenches his fists and looks up to the sky.*
JK: So close, yet so far.
*As Bergman is getting up, Caleb digs into the sand and fins… the chain he buried last week! He wrapped it up in his hand as Bergman goes to pick him up for the BFT.*
TH: Caleb got the chain and Bergman doesn’t know it!
*Bergman picks up Caleb, who pushes away and decks Bergman in the head, a loud thud is heard as Chain makes contact with skull. Bergman goes down and Caleb covers. 1…2…thr-kickout!!*
TH: Can you believe it King, Bergman kicked out!
JK: No, that count was slow, this ref should be fired!
*Caleb reaches down one final time and picks Bergman up and Positions him for the Down Home Driver. He hits it right onto a sandcastle being built by a small kid, who begins to cry. He covers Bergman 1…2…3. The bell rings in the distance.*
MM: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, and STILL Inter-Forum Champion, Caleb Fourchon!
JK: What a loser that Bergman is Gorilla! Caleb showed tonight who the true champion of this company is!
TH: You have to give it up for both these men on a war that was grueling on each of them. But we still have our main event tonight!
It's been a long time, been a long time comin Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now This is what makes me - this is what I am
JK: Hold on, look!
TH: It's Cageking!
*Cageking comes out dressed all in white and looks out at Caleb, who holds up the IF title as Cageking gestures around his waist and points at Caleb.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 2, 2011 18:00:34 GMT -5
Hoss: Well, this is it everybody. Moments from now, the fate of the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship will be decided. King: And if that belt had feelings, it would be dreading the possibility of its new home being the waist of a loser like Sparks! Hoss: Stop being bitter about Sparks getting his revenge on your idol, Evil M. This is a man who has not only fought with all his strength for this opportunity, but has also been put through hell during his time with this company! That, combined with his record, means that he deserves this. King: If you mean he deserves getting the crap beat out of him by Colt, then maybe you're right.
Muffer: The following contest is your main event! It has a sixty minute time limit, and it is for the WWCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
*Pull me under - Dream Theatre*
Sparks appears at the entryway to the ramp. The lights bright as Scar crawls along his shoulder towards his hand. Once the spider reaches Sparks hand he starts his way to the ring.
Muffer: Introducing first, making his way to the ring. Hailing from Sevierville, TN, and weighing in at 216 lbs...he is the #1 contender for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship...SPARKS!
Hoss: Sparks looking like a man on a mission here King. He has the oppurtunity and by golly I think he's waited long enough for it.
King: Gorilla, I think you've been eating way too many of these beach bananas or something but Sparks is by far deserving. Once this night is through I think we both know who's hand is going to be raised.
As Sparks gets to ringside he moves the clear case he has for Scar, placing him carefully and sealing the box before rolling into the ring, and up to a turnbuckle. Signalling to the crowd his face shows a serious look as he looks to the entry way, his music quieting.
"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*
Muffer: And his opponent, hailing from Adelaide, Australia, and weighing in at 250 lbs. He is the CEO of the World WrestleCrap Federation and the reigning WWCF World Heavyweight Champion...COLT!
The crowd gives an emphatic amount of boos while Colt comes out, his signature mask on his face. Under the mask his mouth can be seen mouthing the words "Choose your fate" in time with his theme.
Hoss: And here comes the champion, a man who has had many accolades but now seems to be more known for his notoriety then anything.
King: Oh stuff it Hoss. The man has not only captured the WWCF championship but has also catapulted himself to the CEO of this company and more importantly, your boss.
Hoss: And at what expense King? We now have Seth Drakin on the brink of possible insanity, his wife attacked and now mute and now there appears to be no end in sight.
King: You're just upset that your hero, The Archangel has proven to be as bad, if not worse then what you have claimed The Pantheon has done.
Upon Colt's arrival to the ring he climbs the steps, moving through the ropes and removes his mask. Setting it aside he then removes the belt, handing it to referree Will Alphonzo who holds it to Sparks to examine. Sparks looks at it, nodding lightly before locking his eyes on Colt. The ref holds the title up to the crowd before handing it to the timekeeper and signalling for the bell.
Colt vs. Sparks WWCF World Heavyweight Championship
*Colt and Sparks lock up, with Colt powering Sparks back into the corner. Alphonzo begins a five count, and Colt backs away only to swing at Sparks a second later with a European uppercut! Sparks is ready, though, and ducks underneath the punch to get behind Colt and connects with a savate kick to the back that sends the champion into the buckles! As Colt staggers backward, stunned, Sparks catches him with a backslide!*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Hoss: Sparks with the early pin attempt, but only getting a two count.
King: You and I both know it's going to take more then a cheap kick and a slide to win this.
*Sparks keeps the pressure on Colt by hitting him with a running elbow and setting up to catapult him into the turnbuckles. Sparks launches Colt, but he catches the ropes and stops himself from hitting at the last second. Colt whirls around--right into another savate kick from Sparks that sends him over the top rope!*
Hoss: Sparks keeping the offensive up and not giving the champion much in the way of a respite now.
King: Colt! Get up! Don't let this cheap man's Spider-Man do this to you!
*As Colt starts picking himself up, Sparks joins him on the outside and kicks him in the gut. Sparks goes for an Irish whip into the steel ring steps--reversed by Colt! Sparks hits hard and slumps facedown in the sand*
King: Haha! There's our champ using his brain instead of brawn! With that much intelligence I think we can agree he's going to take this company far!
Hoss: And I suppose that is your unbiased and professional opinion?
*Still hurting, Colt is slow to return to a vertical position, but return he does, just in time to roll back into the ring and restart Alphonzo's count before rolling back out and stalking Sparks. Taking advantage of the fact that the ringside area here is a lot more forgiving than concrete, Colt runs at Sparks and connects with a dropkick that drives him into the steel steps again just as he's almost up! As Sparks is falling forward, Colt springs up and rocks him with a European uppercut that sends him flying backwards into the steps again instead!*
Hoss: Bah gawd he nearly took his head off with that one!
*Colt picks Sparks up and starts to position him for the Overture reverse DDT, but then looks down at the sand and decides against it. He picks Sparks up and drops him onto the ring apron, joining him there a moment later, and prepares to hit the Overture on the apron!*
King: Do it Colt! Do it! Hahaha!
Hoss: For the love of...no!
*Just before Colt hits the moves, Sparks slips free and gets behind Colt--SPARKS WITH A BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX ON THE RING APRON! Colt is driven into the steel ring frame!*
Hoss: Dear lord, someone's career could be ended tonight if they keep this up!
King: If so, you know who I'm rooting for!
*Colt can do nothing but groan in pain, but Sparks is drained and in no position to take advantage. He does roll under the bottom rope to break up the count, however, and with one of Colt's arms having come to rest under the rope as well both men are now technically back in the ring*
Hoss: Both of these men showing signs of the abuse sustained in the match so far.
King: Whatever Gorilla, Colt is just getting his second wind now.
*Colt and Sparks fight to stand up. Sparks, still on his knees, lunges forward to send Colt back to the mat with a clothesline, and then locks on a camel clutch! Colt lets out a cry of pain as Sparks cranks back*
*Alphonzo is watching Colt's face and hands for any signs of a submission, but Colt resists the desire to tap as the seconds tick by. Fortunately for the champion, the hold was applied near the ropes, and he does get the break*
Hoss: Colt with the prescence of mind to know his ring position and able to get the red to break the hold.
King: See, once again our champion's intelligence shines through.
Hoss: I think I'd rather be partnered with the spider right about now...
*Sparks drags Colt into the middle of the ring and goes for a Spinnerette--COLT COUNTERS INTO A FLOATOVER DDT!*
Hoss: A desperation move from the champion now as both men showing signs of exhaustion.
King: Desperate times call for desperate measures. He's just getting a...third wind! Yeah!
*After taking several seconds to rest, Colt goes on the offensive against Sparks, whipping him into the corner! Colt charges in but Sparks gets a boot up that sends him staggering away, clutching his jaw!*
*Sparks attacks Colt, but the world champion still has enough of his wits about him to catch Sparks with an arm drag and apply an armbar! Like Colt earlier, Sparks refuses to submit despite the obvious pain, and is finally able to power to his feet and counter into a wristlock on Colt. Sparks whips Colt into the ropes and brings him down with an arm drag of his own, followed immediately by repeated leg drops onto Colt's arm!*
Hoss: Sparks starting to show a bit of strategy focusing on Colt's arm now.
*As the champion writes in agony, clutching his arm, Sparks gets Colt in a headlock and goes for a bulldog--Colt shoves him into the ropes, and hits him with a bridging Northern Lights suplex on the way back!*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Hoss: Kickout by Sparks!
King: It's going to take more then a few kicks and holds to get that belt off of Colt.
Hoss: On this we might agree King. Sparks is certainly wearing down the champ but it would seem he's needing to pull out all the stops now.
*With Sparks out of it for the time being, Colt massages the arm Sparks went to work on and winces, before turning his attention back to the challenger, who's beginning to get up. Colt hits Sparks with three consecutive European uppercuts with his good arm before going for a snap suplex--blocked by Sparks, who counters into the Spinnerette!*
Hoss: Spinnerette! Spinerette!
King: Get up Colt! Get up!
*Sparks drapes an arm over Colt's body*
One!
Two
Thr--COLT GETS A SHOULDER UP!
*Alphonzo's begun a ten count. Sparks is up first and goes to pick up Colt--Colt with a jawbreaker!*
*Sparks is momentarily staggered, and buying Colt all the time he needs to begin hitting his moves of doom: first rocking Sparks with the Million Dollar Knee Lift, then a running neckbreaker as Sparks just gets back to his feet. Colt climbs to the top rope and leaps off, hitting the flying forearm! Sparks and Colt are both down for a moment, before Colt's up--Story On Page One!*
One!
Two!
King: It's over!
Thr--SPARKS GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Hoss: Sparks with a last second save for himself!
*Colt fumes and lifts Sparks up for another one, but Sparks suddenly grabs Colt's damaged arm and brings it down hard over the top rope! Colt howls in pain and releases Sparks, clutching his arm as Sparks drags himself in the opposite direction*
King: What a cheap move! Sparks repetoire has been nothing short of boring tonight.
Hoss: I think your words would sing a different tune were it the other way around, King.
King: Most likely, considering anything Colt does has a certain finesse about it.
*Colt finally recovers, and goes after Sparks again, who is now standing slumped against the turnbuckles across the ring. As Colt moves in, however, Sparks nails him with an enzuigiri, bringing him down!*
*Sparks climbs to the top rope, slowly and gingerly due to the damage done by Colt throughout the match. By the time he's halfway up, Colt is getting back up and notices what's going on. He joins Sparks in the corner and moments later the two of them are trading punches on the top rope!*
Hoss: This is dangerous now King. Someone's going to get themselves hurt or worse!
*Sparks finally wins the exchange and sends Colt falling off his perch. Unfortunately for Sparks, Colt jostles the ropes as he's falling, causing Sparks to lose his balance and get crotched on the top turnbuckle!*
*Colt shakes away the cobwebs and climbs back up. Colt sets up for a superplex...hits it! Both men down, but Colt is the first to rise, and hits Sparks with a second Story On Page One! Exhausted, Colt goes for the pin*
Hoss: Superplex! SUPERPLEX! Then a Second Story on Page One! Bah gawd this could be it!
King: Do it Colt! Do it! Do it for all your fans!
One!
Two!
Three!
Muffer: Here is your winner, and STILL World Heavyweight Champion--COLT!
*Colt slowly rises, breathing hard, and then looks down at Sparks. A sick grin spreads across his face, and he demands a chair from WWCF security, which is thrown in by one of his employees*
Hoss: Oh no...Colt, you already beat the man, don't do this! King: He's sending a message, Gorilla.
*Colt gets ready to nail Sparks with the chair as soon as he stands, while Sparks struggles to stand, oblivious to Colt's presence behind him.*
*"Virus"*
King: What's this?
*A surprised Colt turns around to see Ryan Blood run down to the ring. Blood and Colt start arguing, with Blood trying to pull the chair away from Colt but Colt maintaining his grip on it. Colt gestures for Blood to go to the back, and then turns his back on Blood without waiting for a reply and winds up to hit Sparks with the chair--BLOOD SUPERKICKS COLT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!*
King: That ingrate! Colt gave him so much, and THIS is how he repays our CEO?
Hoss: I'm surprised too, but if you'll remember, Blood objected to the first beatdown on Sparks after the fact, and didn't take part in the one that happened last week! Maybe this was the straw that broke the camel's back!
*Blood goes to check on Sparks, helping the surprised challenger to his feet and explaining what just happened. Blood doesn't see Colt picking himself up behind him, an enraged look on his face. Colt grabs Blood and drills him with the Overture before he can do anything! Colt attacks Sparks next, but Sparks clotheslines him out of the ring and onto the entranceway! Sparks now helps Blood to stand, and the two allies(?) both stare down at Colt, who is shouting at them angrily from outside the ring as the pay-per-view draws to a close*
(Credits: Connor, Punisher, Richlen, General, Mountain King, BA, Bergman, Caleb, Evil M, JoNo, BRB, Evil M, Mr. Socko's Brother, Cageking, Colt, and I hope I haven't forgotten anybody!)
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 2, 2011 18:08:38 GMT -5
By the way, for anybody who is wondering why The Great Warrior is in the Lethal Lottery, all I can say is: watch the promo thread, and it will soon make much more sense.
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