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Monday NiteRaw September 13th, 2010
Pyro goes off as the NiteRaw them blares in the background.
Hoss - Welcome to Monday NiteRaw!
King - Gorilla, I didn’t think it was possible to be this excited, but I was wrong! GookerMania III is a mere two weeks away!
Hoss - Indeed it is, Jess! Tonight, the two men who will main event the biggest event of the year will be in singles competition!
King - Damn straight, Gorilla! First, Jonathan Michaels challenges Evil M for the Championship of Honor!
Hoss - Followed by a rematch from Wheel of Misfortune, Colt-Jackson II!
King - Not only that, but Square and Dream Warrior finally go one on one after a lengthy war of words on wwcf.com!
Hoss - And a big Hardcore Championship contenders match, as The Boiler Room Brawler puts his guaranteed rematch on the line against Metal!
*Hurricane Season*
King - Hey, now this is a surprise!
Hoss - Apparently, former WWCF World Champion Jazzman is coming down to the ring right now! I wonder what’s on his mind tonight?
Jazzman enters the ring and takes the mic.
So, I guess you guys are wondering why I'm out here tonight? Well, it's pretty simple, I need a match for Gookermania and I'm not willing to look to get into MitBoB.
You see, I want to rewind the clock for me. Now, it's not what you think. I won't be taking on Above Average, Aaron Enigma, hell, Seth is already booked too. No, I want to revisit one of the lowest times of my career. Can you guys in the back roll the tape?
*We see Motor-Colt in the ring with a Phantom of The Oprea mask in one hand and a mic in the other*
In this new era, we have stars like Jazzman, Enigma, Square... all former stable superstars, but this time they are out on their own mission for themselves. And the way some of these stars carry myself, I honestly say I fear for the future of this company. They all seem to think way too highly of themselves, that they are all simply the best and everyone else simply isn't worthy, sure they might not all say it, but the way they present themselves says so much more about their character and attitude than their own words ever could
*We cut back to Jazzman with a wry smile*
You know, I listen to that clip at least once a week. The date of that clip was, ironically enough, December 7th. Perhaps you could say it was a date which will live in infamy, but I digress. You see before that show I went to Colt and I said that when he really wants to hang 'em up, he'd be a first ballot Hall of Famer and really one of the guys I looked up in this company. So for him to do that to me really set me on a path of destruction so maybe we can show that?
*We cut to the last Nite-Raw of 2009*
Now this, this is a one of a kind item that I was lucky enough to get a few weeks back, but it too needs to go.
*Jazzman holds up a Phantom of the Oprea mask signed by Motor-Colt as the crowd cheers*
This is the mask that Colt pulled out of the bag on Nite-Raw when he retired and I asked for it. Now, I'm here to burn it.
*the crowd begins to cheer "We want Colt"*
Good, go ahead you monkeys, get it out, cheer that as loud as you want because he's not coming back! Maybe, I don't know, would you like it if I put it on?
*the crowd cheers*
Well, tough. That's what you folks wanted all along isn't it. You wanted Jazzman to be your next Motor-Colt! You wanted me to come out with the catchphrases and the fighting spirit and bow down to your every whim? Well, that wasn't going to happen! I didn't want to be the next Colt, I wanted to be the first Jazzman. I've proven I'm better than all of them and you folks throw me away. Well now, it's time for me to return the favor.
*Jazzman throws the mask in the drum and lights it on fire.*
There you go folks, the past of this company up in flames. I am the champion of the new age.
*We cut back to Jazzman again*
Now, there you go, that's what I was pushed too and it took some time for me to get back on the good side of you fans and now, irony of ironies, Colt and I are one of the best tag teams in the company.
So why am I showing you these clips and talking about Gookermania like it's the most important thing ever? Well, I have an idea for a fun little match for you fans... Jazzman v. Colt.
We've never met 1 v. 1 before. We are two former champions, we are, if you ask me, the two best pound for pound wrestlers in the company. But more importantly I'm doing this for Colt and for myself.
You see, what I showed you guys was the last memory we had of Colt before he came back earlier this year. Knowing him the way I do, he wanted to go out on a high moment and the last action he had was me pinning his shoulders to the mat. He needs this for himself.
Now on my end, I need to take all the frustration I had and use it in a positive manor. Colt, I sure as hel respect, but I'm not going in to lie down for you. We can be great partners, but this is a moment we each need, so I'm going to ask you to join me out here.
"You know that time in your life, that single moment that defines exactly who you are? Well that only stings for a second..." Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em - Parkway Drive
Colt walks right out to the ring with a mic in hand...
Jazzman... I did not pull any punches when I made that speech that day I retired. I know what I said could be considered harsh. I mean you could even say that it sounded like I thought the WWCF was about to collapse, and I was blaming you. But the fact is... I was wrong.
I have no qualms with saying it either. I was wrong. I thought the WWCF was a sinking ship, and I wanted out. I viewed the company as a world that I no longer had any stake in. I genuinely believed that with the dawning of a new era, one where superstars fought alone, to make their own name for themselves... that it would jeopardise the legacy that superstars such as Seth, Naitch, Milo Duck and myself had built for us, and for everyone...
But here we are, a year later and the WWCF is going as strong as ever... and it appears that being your own man is officially the driving point... I believe Jackson calls it his "Era of Attitude". And what can I say? It works. So for that I would like to apologise...
However, although the things I said about the WWCFs direction may have been wrong... Seeing that footage of you up there, also proved that everything I feared that would happen to the WWCF... had happened to you, Jazzman.
You had become shell of your former self, you began to slowly lose grip on what you used to fight for and became everything you always hated. You turned your back on the fans, you turned your back on the locker room and you had turned your back on yourself. The brave man who single handedly brought down the puppet master Seth Drakin, became a coward. You proved the doubters wrong and made a name for yourself fighting the best the company had to offer at Thunderdome, you saved the Championship of Honor, then the World Title from Seth Drakin. You beat Above Average, Superstar of the Year in the Main Event of GookerMania... then you defeated Square, Above Average and Myself in the same match to hold that title... Only for you to go running scared from defeat.
The crowd start to boo Jazzman, as Jazzman looks on... confused at what Colt's saying.
You also spit on face of everything that I had fought for...
However, you... You came back. You actually proved to everyone that the old Jazzman still existed, as if there was an exorcism... You came back from the darkness.
And to be honest, that's one of the reasons why I came back... and why I wanted to join forces with you. You proved to me, that even when things are at their worst... You can survive.
So Jazzman... Thank you.
And as for your challenge? It would be an honor...
Jazzman sticks out his hand for a handshake, which Colt returns as the crowd cheers as the two men walk to the back.
Square V. Dream Warrior
Michael Muffer – Your opening contest is schedule for one fall. It has a 15 minute time limit.
*Memories Will Never Die plays on the PA as The Dream Warrior is lowered into the ring from the rafters*
Michael Muffer – Introducing first from Memphis, weighing in tonight at 200 pounds, this is The Dream Warrior.
Tim Hoss – The Dream Warrior walks in with everything to gain tonight. With two weeks until his title shot against The Human Hate Machines alongside Mad Man Mulligan.
Jesse King – Ahem, that should be the former Mad Man Mulligan, Gorilla.
Tim Hoss – The night is still young Jesse. We don’t know that for certain. Nonetheless, a win here tonight from The Dream Warrior would send a strong message to the champions.
*Dream Warrior stands in the ring and points towards the sky, motioning to his deceased friend.*
Michael Muffer – And his opponent-
*I Don’t Care plays on the PA. Square slowly makes his way out, covered with a hooded coat.*
Michael Muffer – Representing the Human Hate machines, from Preston, England, weighing in tonight at 210 pounds, he is one half of the WWCF World Tag Team Champions, this is Square.
Tim Hoss – What’s he wearing?
Jesse King – Don’t ask me. I don’t spend my time in his circle.
Tim Hoss – Something isn’t right here.
*Square, still covered by the hood walks to ring side. He opens the coat and throws it to the floor*
Jesse King – Wait! That’s not Square!
Tim Hoss – It’s the Hangman! What’s going on?
*The Dream Warrior looks confused as he points toward The Hangman. Suddenly he’s knocked down from behind, by the real Square. The referee tries to intervene, pulling Square away from the fallen Warrior. He motions for the bell to ring and the match is underway.*
Square advances back toward Dream Warrior and stomps him down. He quickly rolls him over and into a pinning predicament. 1… 2- Dream Warrior quickly kicks out.
Square drags him back to his feet by his hair and throws him into the turnbuckle corner. He sits him on the top turnbuckle, grabs his head with a three quarter nelson bulldog and drops him for the Tower of London. He drags Warrior to the ring center and covers him again. 1… 2… - Dream Warrior kicks out.
Square looks toward The Hangman and nods. He picks Dream Warrior up again as Hangman climbs the ring apron, drawing the referee’s attention. Square drags Dream Warrior into the ropes and begins choking him on them.
Tim Hoss – This is too much. The referee needs to get the Hangman out of here and pay attention to the match.
Jesse King – Well then Dream Warrior should have thought ahead and brought out The Mad Man.
Tim Hoss – Unfortunately Mad Man has another big match to prepare for tonight. But I’m sure Dream Warrior never expected to deal with both Human Hate Machines tonight.
Square releases Dream Warrior as the referee turns his attention back toward the match. Square nods at Hangman again and lifts Dream Warrior up in a fireman’s carry.
Jesse King – Square’s setting up for the L7. This is it.
Dream Warrior struggles in the hold and manages to free himself and slip behind Square. Square reverses and applies his own rear waist lock. He motions to the Hangman who climbs up to the ring apron. Square pushes Warrior toward Hangman. Warrior reverses and causes Square to inadvertently spear Hangman off the apron. Square turns around and Warrior stuns him with an enzuguri. Dream Warrior springs off the ropes and drops Square with a tornado DDT and immediately follows with a grounded shooting star press. He hooks the leg. 1… 2… - Square kicks out.
Dream Warrior picks Square back up and positions him in a front facelock. He lifts Square’s arm over and attempts to life him over for a brainbuster. Square drops to his knees to block. Warrior brings him to his feet again and begins lifting him up. Square kicks the air and lands back to his feet. He connects with some shots to the rib and lifts Warrior up in a suplex instead. Warrior slips free and over Square. He hits the ropes and rebounds off. He ducks an attempted lariat from Square and dives outside, laying Hangman out.
Tim Hoss – That’s one way to deal with the outside distraction.
Warrior climbs up to the ring apron and stun guns Square when he tries to make a move forward. Warrior jumps up onto the top rope and springs off connecting with a dropkick. He jumps up and hits a standing moonsault, he goes for another pin. 1… 2… -Square weakly kicks out.
Dream Warrior signals for The Dream Ender. He picks Square up and preps him for the finisher. Square fights Warrior off and frees himself from the move. He hits Warrior with a forearm and grabs him in a belly to belly clutch. He tosses him back but Warrior somehow lands on his feet.
Jesse King – Woah! That was amazing. He might have a chance.
Warrior springboards off the ropes and hits Square with a flying forearm. He signals for The Dream Ender again and preps him for the move. Square again tries to fight him, but only manages to push him back toward the ropes. Dream Warrior lifts Square up and has control. From the outside Hangman grabs Warrior’s ankle and he drops Square to his feet. Warrior turns to deal with the Hangman, who lets go. He turns around and right into the Squaresplosion. Square pulls Warrior to the mat and covers. 1… 2… 3
Michael Muffer – The winner of this match, Square.
*The Hangman enters the ring and he and Square stand over The Dream Warrior. Suddenly the crowd erupts as Mad Man Mulligan rushes out. The Human Hate Machines quickly exit as Mad Man slides in. Mad Man checks on his partner and helps him to his feet. Both sides stare down one another as the tag team champions back up the entrance ramp.
Tim Hoss – The Human Hate Machines may have won this battle. But this war is far from over.
Jesse King – That’s a little dramatic Gorilla. We’ve still got four more big matches tonight.
Tim Hoss – I’m just doing our job Jesse. One of us has to.
Jesse King – …Wait, what?
*We see Mad Man helping Dream Warrior to the back as we go to a commercial*
Hardcore Title Shot: Metal versus BRB
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Two weeks away from Gookermania, King, and our next match happens because of just last week, when Metal attacked Whitey Fats, BRB's boss, because he wanted BRB's Hardcore Title shot.
Jesse King: For once I support Metal. BRB has held onto that Hardcore Title shot for months. He probably forgot he even had it until Metal whacked him over the head.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well let's join Michael Muffer...
Michael Muffer: Our next match is a Hardcore Match for a Hardcore Title Shot at Gookermania!
*Elimination - Overkill*
Metal walks out onto the stage airdrumming and headbanging like a madman.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Judging from that music, I don't think BRB's has anything good to look forward to.
Jesse King: BRB has barely wrestled a single match since he got amnesia at Wheel of Misfortune. Using weapons is a boon for him.
Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring, hailing from Kent, England, and weighing in at 265lbs... Metal!
Metal enters the ring, throwing up the devil horns.
*Rigorous Vengeance - Municipal Waste*
BRB walks out in collegiate wrestling gear, again wincing at his own music.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, if we judge their aggression by the sound of their music, BRB may give a fight after all.
Jesse King: Don't be silly, Gorilla. That's BRB's day in, day out music. Metal specifically picks music for the right mood. It's also psychological warfare, as he could psych his opponents out. I'm starting to like this.
Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring, from Rockford, Illinois, weighing in at 320lbs... Boiler Room Brawler!
Jesse King: Lord knows how he's held on this long, but his title shot days are over.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: But consider, King. BRB lost thirty pounds over the course of the last few months. What is he doing? How?
Jesse King: If he had that in him all this time, then how did he keep the weight on before? I can tell you why, because like a sumo wrestler, BRB used his weight to complement his power. His amnesia made him forget that tactic.
BRB enters the ring. Referee Will Alphonso makes sure that both men keep their distance to start, and then he starts the match. Metal explodes out of the gate, launching himself at BRB, punching his face in. BRB grabs the ropes, but Alphonso doesn't respond.
Jesse King: Brawler! It's a Hardcore match; the ropes won't save you!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Boiler Room Brawler is off to a bad start against Metal and he fails to live up to his name sake so far.
Metal gets off of BRB, stands up, stomps BRB, then slides out of the ring.
Jesse King: Metal is wasting no time tonight. He wants that title shot!
BRB gets up as Metal rummages below the ring, pulling out a steel chair. BRB climbs to the second rope, looks both ways, then bounces up, leans forward, is spun around, then lands onto Metal, pinning him to the arena floor.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Nice maneuver from BRB!
Alphonso counts one, tw-Metal powers out, and BRB gets off of him. BRB enters a wrestling stance and waits for Metal, who gets up, clutching the steel chair.
Jesse King: I don't know where BRB learned that move, but I'll give credit where credit is due.
Metal runs at BRB, swinging the chair at him. BRB charges forward, getting smacked in the back by the chair. BRB follows it up with a sloppy tackle, taking Metal to the arena floor again. Metal is on his rear, but he retains his hold of the chair, so he lifts it up, and swings it down onto BRB's back. Then again, and again, until BRB rolls off of him. Metal goes for the pin. Alphonso counts one, two, BRB kicks out.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: BRB shows some improvement since his match witch Caleb Fourchon. Jazzman's training is showing.
Metal stands up and stomps on BRB, not letting him get up. BRB rolls under the ring.
Jesse King: Yeah, well Jazzman's training is no match for Metal's aggression right now.
*Welcome to Hell - Venom*
Gorilla Tim Hoss: What?
Jesse King: Amigo! The Hardcore Champ is here!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: He's not the Hardcore Champ; stop it with that!
Amigo emerges through the crowd opposite Metal and BRB. Metal slides into the ring and waits for Amigo. BRB slips out from under the ring.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: But what's Amigo here to do?
Amigo slides into the ring and starts brawling with Metal. Both men throw punches at each other, each one mounting the other, back and forth. BRB grabs the steel chair and slides into the ring himself.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: No better opportunity for BRB than right now.
Jesse King: I think that Amigo is removing Metal from the Hardcore picture; last thing he wants is another bloodthirsty son of bitch gunning for the same belt.
BRB looks at both Amigo and Metal and waits for a chance to swing. He takes it as Amigo's on top and pounding away at Metal. Amigo goes down, Metal taking advantage and rolling through the ropes to the outside, slamming Amigo to the ground in the process.
Jesse King: Nice try. BRB can't even swing a chair right.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: BRB wants to win this fair and square, not because of an interference.
Jesse King: This is fair and square. All's fair and square in hardcore matches!
Metal gets up and looks around, only to see BRB narrowly miss him with another chair shot. BRB loses his footing and falls over the top rope. Metal quickly catches him with a double underhook, then slams him onto Amigo.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Metal capitalizes with a Blastbeat Bomb!
Jesse King: Go for it, Metal! Pin him!
Metal drops down for the pin. Alphonso counts one, two, three.
*Elimination - Overkill*
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall: Metal!
Jesse King: Metal’s gamble paid off, Gorilla.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: BRB has officially lost his first match since he got amnesia. Metal now has his Hardcore Title Shot, whether fair and square or not. Will he challenge at Gookermania III?
Jesse King: Well it's time for commercials anyway...
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well up next, our Interforum Champion, the mysterious Man in Black, returns to confront the #1 Contender: Whitey Fats.
*Old Style Southern Music*
Jesse King: And out he comes.
Whitey walks out, alone, a bandage around his head.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: His employee, Boiler Room Brawler, already has his hands full tonight against Metal.
Jesse King: And Metal, like a coward, injured Whitey with a steel chair last night!
Footage from last week's beating by Metal plays. Whitey crosses the ropes and grabs a mic.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: It looks like Whitey has a contract in his hands. He's ready to talk turkey tonight.
Whitey Fats: We all know how hard I have worked, pouring my blood, sweat and tears into this company to get this far. The Wrestling Messiah has earned a Interforum title shot, fairly in the ring by beating many top contenders, to finally have a place... at Gookermania. So, Man in Black, this is my official notice that come Gookermania, your reign ends.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Will the Man in Black appear?
Whitey stands in place, looking around. Silence, but then...
*When A Man Comes Around*
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Whitey better watch out. You never know when the Man in Black will show up and trash you.
Jesse King: Ah, but Whitey trashed the Man in Black just after he defeated Boiler Room Brawler. So far, Whitey's 1-0 on Man in Black, like he is with many roster members here.
The lights go out and then soon return. The Man in Black stands before Whitey Fats, mic in hand.
Man in Black: I'm more than ready for you. I'll break the Brawler and love every last second of it then replay it until I die alone and just as hate-filled. But you? A Distraction to move out of the way.
Whitey Fats: Boy, I've been every man I've ever had an issue with. Hell, I ran TTS out of the company.
Man in Black: … You’ve never been me! You’ve never been Interforum Champion. And you are too injured to begin to challenge me at Gookermania III!
Whitey Fats: Yeah, I'm hurt, but your Messiah has a lil insurance policy. I call him the Storm… MAESTRO!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: What?
*Ride The Lightning - Metallica*
A muscular, but hossy man in a vest, jeans, and wearing a neon orange cylon mask emerges from the gorilla position.
Jesse King: The Storm Maestro? Who is this guy? I never heard of him before!
Pyro goes off along the ramp, startling the Storm Maestro, making him lose his footing and fall over, rolling all of the way down the ramp, his mask slightly falling off, but he quickly puts it back on. Whitey facepalms while the Man in Black looks on.
Jesse King: Nothing phases this Man in Black. He must be a robot.
Storm Maestro gets back up, walks up the ring steps, and crosses into the ring.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Storm Maestro, Whitey Fats's "insurance policy," is off to a bad start...
[glow=yellow,2,300]Storm Maestro: Man in Black... You have fooled everyone here for long enough. I know who you are, and I challenge you to a mask versus mask match at Gookermania III![/glow]
Man in Black: Very clever, Whitey, but it’ll take more than a little flash and flare to get a third man into your match to secure my Interforum Championship. I will not set foot into the ring at Gookermania III unless the Storm Maestro secures a #1 contendership himself!
Storm Maestro looks at Whitey Fats, who quickly speaks.
Whitey Fats: Hey, hey. I'm not the only man with a #1 Contendership. Take the Smokin' Vokoun. Please.
The Man in Black shrouds the contract, then unveils a bunch of dead flowers.
Man in Black: You’d better hope that he accepts Whitey, or else I will destroy you at Gookermania III, and then I will finish Boiler Room Brawler off once and for all.
The Man in Black chucks the dead flowers away.
Jesse King: That coward. He's just afraid of the Storm Maestro. The Man in Black's strength is in his mystique. If he lost that, then he'd lose the belt.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: But Storm Maestro is untested. The Man in Black has standards. Whitey and the Storm Maestro better hope that the Smokin' Vokoun accepts a challenge.
The lights go out, then return, and the Man in Black is gone. Storm Maestro speaks again.
[glow=yellow,2,300]Storm Maestro: Smokin' Vokoun... I will unmask the Man in Black at Gookermania III! I challenge you for your #1 Contendership next Monday. There's a storm coming, and it's gonna be you who gets zapped first. Ha ha ha ha ha ha haa...[/glow]
*Ride The Lightning - Metallica*
Storm Maestro exits the ring, leaving Whitey Fats alone.
Jesse King: He's so close to touching the Interforum Championship, Gorilla. He's worked long and hard for it, and he won't let it go this time.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Worked for it? He won the lottery and then bought his title shot from Boiler Room Brawler! Now he has this Storm Maestro guy to ensure his victory! Work, phooey!
Whitey Fats: Smokin’ Vokoun, I ain’t got a beef with you yet, but my newest employee, the Storm Maestro, will defeat you next Monday, and with his help, I will bring yet more accolades to Whitey, Inc.
*Old Style Southern Music*
Whitey drops the mic and then exits the ring.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Our Interforum Title scene heated up tonight, King. Gookermania III is a plot that has just thickened.
Jesse King: This Storm Maestro is something else, that's for sure. Let's hope that he doesn't screw up his match with the Smokin' Vokoun next week, or else Whitey will fly solo against the Man in Black.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Yes indeed. Looks like the WWCF will have to tune in next Monday to find out if the Storm Maestro has what it takes.
Viva Los Bio Dome V. Mad Man
Hoss: Up next is "Hollywood" Viva Los Bio Dome Vs...Mad Man
King: Now Viva's been engrossed in a heated fued with our CEO, prompting Mr. Drakin to try yo punish him at every turn.
Hoss: Too True King, too true, and as an interesting stipulation to this match Mad Man has said that if he loses...He's gone.
King: I doubt that even the Mad Man is crazy enough to put his career on the line against a Living Legend like Viva.
*"Paparazzi" Metal Remix by Lady Gaga*
*Viva Makes his way to the ring, purple smoke training behind him giggling like a bad stoner parody the whole time*
Making his way to the ring, From Hollywood by way of Hayward California, weighing in at 195 pounds HOLLYWOOD VIVA LOS BIODOME!
Hoss: How he passed Wellness I'll never understand.......
King: Shut up and show respect to the King of the WWCF!
*Down with the Sickness Begins......Skips a bit...then silence*
Hoss: Not exactly the most auspicious of signs
And from the Way of Madness, weighing in at 250 lbs Mad Man!
*Mad Man slowly sulks out....head hung low, no music.....he climbs into the ring and refuses to meet Viva's gaze*
King: Mad Msn's acting stranger than usual...almost like he know what's going to happen, like he deserves this beating.
Hoss: I've seen that look before King, something's not right in his head......well moreso than usual.
*Viva and Mad Man Lock up, Mad Man breaks the Collar and Elbow. Viva attempts to put a headlock on Mad Man, Mad Man goes limp in Viva's arm.*
Hoss: He's not fighting back?
*Viva releases the Headlock and circles Mad Man, visibly puzzled. He looks him once over and then......pokes him in the chest. Mad Man goes down hard, Viva is still puzzled but not one to let an oppertunity escape him covers Mad Man* The Crowd is booing loudly
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Your Winner by Pinfall: HOLLYWOOD VIVA LOS BIODOME!
*Viva begins to celebrate in the Ring, Mad Man slowly rises..... and motions for a mic*
Mad Man: Thank you WWCF Galaxy, you have just seen the LAST match from Mad Man Mulligan....I bid you all a fond farwell and hope to entertain you all again soon.
Crowd: NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA HAY HAY HAY GOOD BYE!
*Viva motions to Mad Man to Come Closer......then does the "Take a Picture" taunt and clocks Mad Man with the Purple Sticky Punch. Viva leaves the ring shaking his head at the utter idocy he's witnessed/taken part in*
Hoss: We better get some EMTs or sombody out here.....Mad Man's out Cold.
King: Well, he wanted to leave......let him find his own way out of the ring.
(Backstage)
Fred G. Neric: This is Fred G. Neric. The WWCF Galaxy was shocked last week when one of its brightest superstars, Sparks, was found unconscious at a bottom of a stairwell near the wrestler's locker room. This tragic event occurred last week during the Monday NiteRaw telecast. As a result of his injuries, Sparks was rushed by ambulance to the Parts Unknown Emergency Medical Center, where he remains at this time. Doctors have told WWCF.com Sparks's condition is severe, and that he is currently in a "nonresponsive" state. Internal injuries are currently being examined.
At this time it has not been made public what caused Sparks's injuries, though both the Parts Unknown Police and WWCF Security are investigating the event. The World WrestleCrap Federation will continue to keep its supporters updated on the situation as more information becomes available. Thank you.
Tim Hoss: Well thank you Fred, uh, it certainly isn't good news but it's news nonetheless and is greatly appreciated. Well folks hopefully we'll have more details for you as they come in. We wish Sparks a speedy recovery from everyone here at Niteraw.
Jesse King: I dunno, TH. When I first saw Sparks I honestly thought I would never seem him again. I mean, my god. He was covered from head to toe in his own plasma and it was just a grotesque site.
Tim Hoss: You're absolutely right, King. In all of my years of broadcasting, I have never seen such a disgusting site. There is no doubt in my mind that there is internal injuries. It's such a shame that a young rising superstar has to be subject to this heinous and repulsive action. Whoever did this not only deserves to be punished, they deserve to be kicked out of this federation. This is a respectable business and stuff like this is not good for it.
Jesse King: E-exactly and I do have some prime suspects fresh in my mind but I won't say who they are for contractual obligation reasons.
Tim Hoss: Well either way, We here at WWCF wish Sparks the speediest of recoveries and send all of our condolences to him and his family.
Championship of Honor: Evil M V. Jonathan Michaels
Muffer - The following contest is set for one fall, with a twenty five minute time limit, and it is for the WWCF Championship of Honor!
*DOA*
Muffer - Introducing first, the challenger. From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 240 pounds, Jonathan Michaels!
Hoss - Just a few weeks before he challenges for the WWCF World Championship, Jonathan Michaels is looking to gain additional gold, in the form of the Championship of Honor!
King - But why? The guy has the biggest match of his life coming up and instead of preparing, he’s being greedy by going for more gold!
*Man on the Silver Mountain*
Muffer - And his opponent. From Rockland, Massachusetts, weighing in at 311 pounds, the WWCF Champion of Honor, Evil M!
Hoss - Michaels and M have a longstanding feud dating back to over a year ago, Jess. This isn’t just about the title. It’s about so much more.
King - That’s a valid point, Gorilla. But Evil M has a match with the General of the Monkey Army coming up at GookerMania. He can’t be wasting time with someone like Michaels!
Hoss - Wasting time?! Michaels is the number one contender for the World Title! He is hardly a waste of time!
Referee John Creed gives prematch instructions, then signals for the opening bell.
M extends his hand for a handshake, which Michaels accepts. M then pulls Michaels in close, talking trash to him. M releases the handshake, but Michaels latches onto M and snap mare’s him over to the mat! M sits up, enraged. He charges, but Michaels sidesteps him and tosses the Champion through the ropes to the floor!
Hoss - The challenger off to a good start here. Not bad for a waste of time, eh Jess?
King - Look Gorilla. I’ll admit Michaels is pretty good, but M is Champion for a reason. In fact, Michaels is the guy he beat to win the belt in the first place! What does that tell you?!
M rolls back in the ring and ties up with Jonathan. After a brief back and forth struggle, M locks on a side headlock.
Hoss - If my memory serves me correctly, Jess, M cheated to win the title!
Jonathan fights out of the headlock, sending M into the ropes. M comes back with a shoulder bump, knocking Michaels to the mat.
King - How could he have cheated, Gorilla?! It was a submissions match!
M pulls Michaels up and applies a hammerlock. He wrenches the hold, then shoves Michaels forward, before snap suplexing him! Cover!
1! Kickout!
King - Come on! That was a slow count, John Creed!
Hoss - It wasn’t even a two, Jess!
M pulls Michaels up, but Michaels fights out of M’s grasp. M goes for a chop, but Michaels blocks it and throws some chops of his own! M backed up into the ropes, Michaels shoots him to the other side, M bounces back, right into a dropkick! M staggers backwards, falling through the ropes to the outside!
Creed - “1!
2!”
King - That’s it M! Don’t rush things! Take a breather! You’ve got till twenty!
Creed - “3!
4!”
Michaels rolls to the outside and clubs M from behind!
Hoss - Michaels not gonna wait that long, Jess!
“5!
6!”
Michaels hammers M with some punches, despite Creed’s warnings about the closed fists.
“7!
8!”
Michaels rams M’s head into the ringpost, then tosses him back in the ring! Michaels ascends to the top rope, as M gets to his feet, Michaels comes down with a double ax handle blow! M goes back down, Michaels with the cover!
1!
Kickout!
Michaels hammers M with more closed fists, once again ignoring Creed’s warning. M fights him off with some chops, then a neckbreaker. M climbs to the middle rope.
King - High risk move coming up here!
As Michaels rises, M comes down with his own double ax handle blow! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
Hoss - Obviously the “risk” was not worth the reward, Jess!
M pulls Michaels up, scoops him over his shoulder, then brings him down across his knee with a backbreaker! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
King - C’mon Creed! Count faster, you bum!
M get’s up, keeping a hold of Jonathan’s leg. Michaels struggles, as M attempts to lock in the Boston Crab. Jonathan is able to kick M back. M charges at Michaels, who monkey flips him over! Both men back up, Jonathan misses with Fade to Black, M with a kick to the midsection! He points to the hornet symbol on his singlet.
King - That’s right M! Do it for Yellow Jacket!
M goes for the butterfly suplex, but Jono back body drops out of it! M rolls to the outside once more.
Hoss - How many breathers does this guy need to take?!
King - It’s very difficult to compete at this level, Gorilla. Can’t blame a guy for taking one or two timeouts!
Creed - “1!
2!
3!”
Michaels climbs to the top rope!
“4!
5!”
Michaels dives onto M!
“6!
7!”
Michaels hammers M with punches, as Creed warns him yet again.
“8!
9!”
Michaels disregards Creed’s warning and continues to hammer away. Creed breaks the count and rolls to the outside. He tries to pull Michaels off, but Jonathan shoves him to the floor! Creed calls for the bell!
Muffer - Here is your winner, as the result of a disqualification, and STILL WWCF Champion of Honor, Evil M!
The crowd boos, but Michaels continues to pummel Evil M until more officials run out and pull him off. M quickly grabs his belt and makes his way up the ramp, while the officials restrain Jonathan.
King - There ya go! Evil M once again showing that he’s the most honorable man in this company!
Hoss - More like luckiest! He has yet to defeat any challengers fairly or without a cheap finish.
King - All that matters is that he’s the Champ!
Hoss - Now let’s go backstage to the newest member of the WWCF Family, Mr. Larry Budinsky!
Larry: Hey WWCF Galaxy! My name is Larry Budinsky and have I got a deal for you! Evil M is the Champion of Honor and now you can live a more Honorable life with the official Evil M t-shirt! This is pure cotton, with the Champ himself adorning the front! And on the back, his tried and true mantra!
For Honor!
For Yellow Jacket!
And…
For Fran-
Budinsky is suddenly pelted with poop!
Larry: What the hel-
The General of the Monkey Army lays Budinsky out with a Monkey Paw! He picks up the shirt, spits on it, then tosses it to Bingo, who craps in it before running off, the General chasing after him.
King - OoooK then. Welcome Larry Budinsky! I think he’ll fit in just fine!
Main Event: Colt V. “Damn Right” Jackson
Gorilla Tim Hoss: And now ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our main event!
Jesse King: And what a big one it is! The Story on Page One, Colt going one on one against the WWCF Champion, "Damn Right" Jackson in a non-title bout.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: These guys have a long history which has evolved into respect, but with GookerMania III around the corner... both men are here to make a name for themselves!
DOA
Jonathan Michaels comes out, still in his ring gear to a big ovation and he takes a seat at the announce booth..
Gorilla Tim Hoss: But it looks like we're being joined by a guest, the number one Contender himself, Jonathan Michaels. Good to see you John
Thanks, Tim, I'm still a little bummed about not regaining the Championship Of Honor, but I did blatantly get disqualified when I beat the snot out of Evil M, so what are you gonna do?
"You know that time in your life, that single moment that defines exactly who you are? Well that only stings for a second..." Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em
Colt runs out to the ring to a big ovation, in his Fedora, Mask and Trenchcoat Combo...
Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for One Fall. On his way to the ring, from Adelaide, Australia. Weighing in tonight at 250 pounds... Colt!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: At GookerMania III, we will see this man, The Story on Page One face off against his tag team partner Jazzman. Imagine the momentum he will take into that match if he can pick up a win over the World Champion here tonight!
Jesse King: You're not wrong there, however Colt should no more than anyone else... picking up a win over Colt is definately easier said than done!
I remember when I tried to join his Family, he rejected me, not that I am bitter.
Colt takes to the turnbuckle and he throws his fedora into the crowd, as well as his trenchcoat.
"Too Black... Too Strong... DAMN RIGHT!" I Made It
A huge cheer breaks out, that slowly has a litter of boos scatter across as Jackson steps out with his white Suit. He pauses at the top of the ramp, slowly unbuttoning his jacket... revealing the WWCF Championship. Which he holds up high as pyro goes off around him.
Michael Muffer: And the opponent. From West Philadelphia, born and raised. Weighing in at 300 pounds, he is the WWCF Champion... "Damn Right" Jackson!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: These men had a blood feud, a definite contender for feud of the year. We saw it end in that bloody Bed of Nails match, the match that some say "made" Jackson.
Jesse King: That match was something else... most of all, I believe it lead to these men truly appreciating what the other man can do in the ring...
I'll give the guy credit, he can do hardcore, not as well as yours truly, but . . .
Jackson gets into the ring, he holds the title up high in the air, staring right at Jonathan Michaels. He removes his jacket and hands the title to the time keeper. Colt and Jackson circle the ring together and the referee calls for the bell.
They lock up right away and Jackson over powers Colt, Jackson quickly pops a Scoop Slam, he goes for an elbow drop but Colt rolls out of the way. Colt then hits a leg drop on Jackson. Colt goes to pick Jackson up, but Jackson breaks free.
Both men continue to circle the ring, not quite knowing how to approach each other.
I like that, patience is a virtue, neither of these guys want to take any unneccesary risks going into Gookermania.
Suddenly out of nowhere Colt hits Jackson with a clothesline, Jackson gets back up and Colt responds with a second clothesline. Jackson gets up again and Colt hits a neckbreaker. Colt goes for the pin, but Jackson immediately powers out.
Jackson gets up and shakes his head clean. Colt hits a kick to the midsection, he goes for another running attack but Jackson catches him with a big boot. Colt pops right up to his feet and Jackson hits a Sidewalk Slam. Jackson then picks Colt up and whips him into the turnbuckle.
Jackson makes a dash towards Colt, but Colt gets his feet up and boots Jackson in the face. Colt then hits Jackson with a Bulldog. Colt taunts for Jackson to get back up, and Jackson immediately double legs Colt and start brawling all over the floor. Colt gets ontop of Jackson and punches away at him. Until Jackson grabs Colt by the throat.
Jackson then pulls Colt off of him and makes his way to his feet, all whilst holding on to the choke. Jackson then attempts to hit his one arm Uranage, but Colt breaks free in mid-air and takes Jackson out with a DDT. Colt hooks the leg.
1...
2...
Jackson kicks out.
I know full well it's going to take a lot more than that to put Jackson down.
Colt picks Jackson up and hits him with a jaw breaker. The crowd explode for this, because they know what's coming. Colt runs back to the ropes and bounces back with a Million Dollar Knee Lift. Colt keeps running and hits the groggy Jackson with a running Neckbreaker. Colt quickly takes to the top rope and the crowd go insane as Colt is begging for Jackson to get to his feet.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Jonathan, you've fought hard to make it this far, what do you think your chances are at Gookermania
I've worked my ass off to get this far, I'm not going to let anything stop me.
Jackson's theme music says he made it, but at Gookermania,that song will be about me.
Jackson slowly gets to one knee, as Colt gets more and more geared up. Jackson then makes it to his feet, however with his back to Colt. Jackson slowly turns around and Colt jumps off for his Flying Forearm, however Jackson has this scouted and hits him with the Uranage Slam. Jackson goes for the pin.
1..
2...
Colt kicks out!
Jackson then pulls Colt up and places Colt head in the Powerbomb Position, a "DYNASTY" chant begins. Jackson picks Colt up and holds him high. He goes to throw Colt down, but Colt breaks free and lands on his feet. He quickly goes for a Russian Leg Sweep, but Jackson stays on his feet, picks Colt up and hits a Pendulum Back Breaker. Jackson then quickly follows this up with an Oklahoma Slam. However instead of going for the pin, Jackson picks Colt up and holds him in a Gorilla Press Position.
Jackson then turns around and looks right a Jonathan and shows an arrogant smile. All while still pressing Colt above him. He goes to throw Colt over the top rope at Jonathan, but Colt breaks free in the fall and lands on the apron, he then drops Jackson with a Stun Gun.
Yeah, that's what happens, tough guy, focus on the man you're fighting, Jackson.
Colt then takes to the top rope again, waiting for Jackson to recover. However Jackson seems to be taking his time.
After a while Jackson eventually make it to his feet and Colt dives off once again, however this time Jackson catches him with a Powerbomb. Jackson makes the pin.
1...
2...
Colt kicks out!
Frustrated Jackson goes to the corner and prepares for a Spear, waiting for Colt to get up.
The crowd begin a split "Let's go Colt"/"Dynasty" chant as Colt uses other ropes to get to his feet, Colt turns around and Jackson makes a run for the Spear. Colt see this coming and leap frogs over Jackson and Jackson almost goes right into the post, but he catches himself.
Suddenly Colt has Jackson measured up, and when Jackson turns around Colt runs at him with a Shining Wizard, but Jackson catches Colt's legs and quickly hoists him up for another Powerbomb. But at he goes to drop him down, Colt breaks free and grabs Jackson head, dropping down to his feet holding Jackson in a Suplex Position.
Colt picks Jackson up for The Story on Page One, but Jackson floats over and lands behind Colt and picks him up for the High Attitude!
But as Jackson goes to jump down Colt wriggles out and lands behind Jackson and locks in the Dragon Sleeper, he brings Jackson to the ground and rolls him over, locking in The Final Thought!
Jackson is in the middle of the ring flailing in pain, but he quickly places his arms to the ground and works to his feet, with Colt still holding on to him. Jackson gets to his feet and runs backwards right into the turnbuckle, making Colt loosen up the hold. Jackson then re-adjusts him and Colt and gets him in the Anxiety Adjustment! Jackson then walks to the middle of the ring with the hold in tight, as Colt yells in pain.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: These two have all eachothers moves scouted! Who will blink first!
Jesse King: What's this!?!
Out of nowhere, Caleb Fourchon runs in and clubs Jackson in the head with the WWCF Championship! The referee calls for the bell...
Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match as a result of disqualification... "Damn Right" Jackson!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: What the hell was that about!?
Jesse King: Well, you heard Caleb earlier in the week. He wanted a piece of Jackson, but was denied. He said he wanted to soften him up for Jono at GookerMania!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Do you know anything about this John?
Damn it, Caleb, I told him to stay out of it, I don't need any help.
Caleb starts stomping away and Jackson, verbally abusing him at the same time. Colt then gets to his feet and spins Caleb around; What the hell do you think you're doing!?. Caleb looks down, as if with guilt... then he quickly decks Colt with a right hand.
Caleb then turns his attention back to Jackson and mounts him before laying into him with punches, busting Jackson right open. Colt then pulls Caleb off of him and they start to brawl, Caleb goes to low blow Colt, but Colt quickly knees Caleb in the face, before throwing him to the outside.
Colt then turns to Jackson and helps him to his feet. They go to shake hands, until out of nowhere, both Caleb and Jonathan run into the ring and start brawling with Colt and Jackson, then Michaels hits the Fade to Black on Fourchon.
This isn't your fight, Caleb.
All four men are beating into eachother, which leads to Jazzman running out with heaps of officials. Trying to break it up. As the camera fades to black . . . Credits: Jazzman, Colt, Starshine, BRB, Whitey Fats, The Man in Black, Mad Man, Sparks, Caleb Fourchon, Evil M, Jonathan Michaels, and DR Jackson
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