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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 19, 2010 12:06:27 GMT -5
Oh, well, in that case, I'll send you my costume idea when I think of it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2010 13:07:56 GMT -5
Monday NiteRaw October 18th, 2010
Hoss - Welcome to Monday NiteRaw!
King - We’re one week away from Night of the Wrestling Zombie and I cannot wait!
Hoss - Later tonight, BRB and DR Jackson sign the contract, but let’s go down to Michael Muffer for our opening match!
Tyfo V. Jazzman
Muffer - The following contest is set for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit!
*Hurricane Season*
Muffer - Introducing first, from Upstate New York, weighing in at 206 pounds, Jazzman!
*New Blackjacks theme*
Muffer - And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 245 pounds, Tyfo!
Hoss - There are many who feel that The Southwest Connection and Pride and Story should be meeting in the finals of the World Tag Team Title tournament at Night of the Wrestling Zombies next week.
King - Well quite frankly, I’m shocked that neither team is, Gorilla!
The bell rings and Tyfo locks up with Jazzman. The two struggle for position, then Tyfo goes behind and takes Jazzman to the mat! Tyfo scoots around and starts kneeing Jazzman in the head, but Jazz blocks the knees and gets to his own knees. Both men on their feet now, Jazzman off the ropes, clothesline misses, Tyfo with a leapfrog, Jazzman spins around drops Tyfo with a short arm clothesline! Tyfo back up, Jazzman goes for the slam, but Tyfo shifts his weight, cover!
1! 2! Kickout!
King - Pretty even match so far, Hoss!
Tyfo lets Jazzman up. Jazzman off the ropes again, Tyfo ducks a cross body, but Jazzman cradles him!
1! 2! Kickout!
Hoss - Indeed, these are two former World Champions in there, Jess! They know how to bring it!
Both men back up, a nice pop from the crowd. Jazzman and Tyfo lock up again, Jazzman with a side headlock takedown! Tyfo scissors out of it and pops back up to his feet! Jazzman charges, Tyfo with an arm drag! Jazzman sits up, surprised. Tyfo yells at him to get up.
King - Tyfo just told Jazzman to bring it!
Jazzman gets up and as Tyfo approaches, unleashes a dropkick!
Hoss - And it’s brought!
Tyfo falls back against the ropes and Jazzman runs and clothesline’s him over the top!
King - It’s like they’re trying to top each other, Gorilla!
Tyfo rolls back in the ring, Jazzman backs up to let him in. Another lockup, Jazzman with a snap suplex, but a cover only yields a 2-count! Jazz pulls Tyfo up, scoop and a slam! He goes up top, elbow smash misses!
Hoss - Tyfo rolled out of the way just in time!
Tyfo slowly gets up, as Jazzman rubs his elbow in pain. Tyfo backs up, the drops a knee across the back of Jazzman’s head! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Tyfo pulls Jazzman up and goes for piledriver, but Jazzman back body drop’s him over! Tyfo back up, Jazzman with a clothesline! Tyfo up again, Jazzman grabs him, back suplex! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Jazzman picks Tyfo up for a slam, but Tyfo get’s free, shoots Jazzman into the ropes, and catches him for a tilt-a-whirl, but Jazzman counters it into Mercy Mercy Mercy! Tyfo taps!
Muffer - Here is your winner, Jazzman!
Hoss - Jazzman makes Tyfo tap out!
King - I’m kinda surprised, Gorilla!
Hoss - Well, Jazzman makes it 1-0 for Pride and Story, but later on tonight, Colt battle Little Naitch!
MICHAEL MUFFER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minte time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Baltimore, MD and weighing in at 208 lbs...Ryan Blood!
*"Pistol Grip Pump" by RATM hits as Blood walks down the aisle, at the bottom jumping from the floor to the apron and the apron to the top rope before diving into the ring and rolling to his feet.*
*The music stops briefly and then the King Kong 2004 Theme hits*
MICHAEL MUFFER: And his opponent! He hails from Lansing, MI and weighs in at 225 lbs...The General of the Monkey Army!
*The General appears at the top of the ramp with Bingo the monkey on his shoulder. However, before the General can walk down to the ring, Blood grabs a mic*
"General! Before you come a step closer, you need to hear what I have to say! I want to let you know that this match will not be two on one!"
*Blood strolls around the ring as he continues*
"What do I mean by that? Well, I mean that this time you will not be able to interfere..."
*Blood whirls around and points an accusing finger at...*
"...BINGO!"
*Blood shakes his head admonishingly and then looks up at the CrapTron*
"May I direct the attention of all intelligent primates to the CrapTron PLEASE? I had a video package made."
*"The 1812 Overture" plays over the PA as a montage of matches involving the General of the Monkey Army is shown on the CrapTron. A monkey which may or may not be Bingo, but which is undoubtedly a monkey, distracting the referee at IYA 2008 while the General clobbers Metylerca with the loaded banana. A monkey throwing powder in the face of La Parka at Family Reigns the same year. A monkey jumping on Whitey Fats during the Guerilla Rumble at Rumble In The Jungle 2009. A monkey throwing another loaded banana to the General at GookerMania II, which he uses to knock out Cage King. A monkey handing the General a monkey wrench to use during his match against BRB at IYA 2009. A GORILLA picking up TTS and throwing him into the ring with the General. And so on. At the conclusion of the video, Blood begins to speak again...*
"Now yes, I do realize that some of those were hardcore matches, and maybe some of the people had it coming, and maybe this isn't the kind of stuff you pull every match. But even so, I figured that I ought to take some precautions against becoming just another name on the list of monkey victims. And I saw last week that you're still not above cheating now and then. Which is why I have arranged, at considerable personal expense, to have the entire ring area sprayed...
*Dramatic pause*
"...with MONKEY REPELLANT!!!!"
CROWD: *collective gasp!*
JESSE KING: DEAR GOD!
"Now it's true, this ring smells absolutely horrible right now, but it's a small price to pay for not having to look over my shoulder the whole match. And this is not ordinary monkey repellant; it is HEAVY-DUTY monkey repellant! If Bingo comes down here then his eyes will water, he'll have difficulty breathing, his fur will start falling out, I'm told that he'll experience lifelong erectile dysfunction which I doubt he'd be very happy about...the list goes on and on, and it's really quite horrifying! If your loyal soldier got too close to this ring, then the trauma of all the effects could make his life no longer worth living. I don't want that on my conscience! So I ask you, General, for Bingo's sake: send him to the back and tell him not to try and be a hero."
*The General angrily looks at Blood. He then sends Bingo back to the locker room. Though Bingo is saddened, he understands and slowly walks back.*
TIM HOSS: Well, I hope that Ryan Blood is proud of himself. JESSE KING : What are you talking about, Gorilla? He's trying to ensure a fair fight here! I may actually be starting to respect this guy. TIM HOSS: But did you see the look on Bingo's face just now? That poor monkey is crushed. JESSE KING: That's still better than all the stuff that would've happened to him if he spent too much time down here! By the way, I'm glad that you're a Gorilla in name only, Gorilla, otherwise I might have had to call tonight's matches by myself! TIM HOSS: Regardless, how would you feel if your best friend was barred from ringside because your opponent had turned it into a biohazard for him? And what if he wasn't even planning on intervening in the match, and just wanted to be at ringside to support his friend?
*The General turns his attention back to the ring and charges down the ramp at Blood, who's getting ready to attack as soon as his opponent's in. The General slides under the ropes and Blood rushes at him just before the bell rings, but the General ducks under Blood's swing, bounces off the ropes at the other end of the ring, and hits Blood with a flurry of punches!*
The General of the Monkey Army vs. Ryan Blood
TIM HOSS: The General coming out of the gate strong, taking out his rage on Ryan Blood!
*Blood tries to fight back in vain before being flattened by a clothesline from the General, who covers.*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*The General responds by unloading on Blood some more, with Blood covering up but still getting pounded on mercilessly. He somehow manages to catch the General's forearm on one swing and headbutts him over and over until the General is forced off of him*
JESSE KING: Holy crap Gorilla, we're not even sixty seconds into this match and Blood's already busted open! TIM HOSS: Not so surprising, Jesse, when you remember that The General of the Monkey Army is no stranger to brawls! He's a former Hardcore Champion, and you don't get to hold that title unless you can inflict and absorb terrible, terrible damage.
*Blood is indeed bleeding from the forehead. The General is up before Blood and throws him into the corner, where he crashes into the turnbuckles. The General follows him in for a monkey flip, but Blood is able to land on his feet and hits the General in the face with a superkick as he turns around! The General falls to the mat and Blood covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
TIM HOSS: Blood looking pretty angry too at this point. So much for the tag titles being contested without any ill will between the competitors, at least as far as these two men are concerned. JESSE KING: Speaking of Night of the Wrestling Zombies, I just thought of something. If Blood had this trick up his sleeve, why didn't he save it for the pay-per-view when the titles will be at stake instead of wasting it on this singles match? TIM HOSS: Not that I condone his actions, Jesse, but you may have a point there. If he were determined to use the monkey repellant, that would have been the best time. JESSE KING: I take back what I said about starting to respect him.
*Blood grabs the General and chokes him on the bottom rope, with the referee warning Blood and then starting the count. Blood stops after four and pulls the General back into the ring. He flings the General into the turnbuckles and follows him in for a Stinger splash...but the General moves and Blood collides with the turnbuckles instead!*
TIM HOSS: Neither man having much luck after sending his opponent into the corner so far. JESSE KING: You've gotta figure that the longer this goes on, the better it favors the General. Blood's face is now totally covered in, well, blood! And he can only lose so much of that before it'll be over for him!
*The General picks up Blood and brings him up as if for a vertical suplex, before bringing him down hard and stomach-first on the top rope, causing Blood to groan in agony. With Blood still draped over the rope, the General bounces off the opposite ropes for extra momentum and charges at Blood, hitting him full in the face with a knee lift and sending him over the top rope to the outside!*
JESSE KING: What do they say about how you don't want to wake a sleeping monkey? TIM HOSS: They don't...but clearly Ryan Blood has awoken something within the General.
*The General climbs through the ropes and takes the top section off the steel ring steps. He then picks up Blood and leads him over to the remaining section, where he sets up to DDT Blood into the steel!*
TIM HOSS: Oh my god, this could do it Jesse! JESSE KING: Not only for the match, but possibly for Ryan Blood's short WWCF career!
*Just as the General is about to go for the DDT, Blood shows signs of life by wrapping his arms around the General's torso and charging forward, slamming his back into the steel post! The General lets go, his face contorted in pain. Blood snarls something at him before punching him viciously in the head again and again.*
TIM HOSS: And now the General is bleeding from the head as well! JESSE KING: I don't think anybody expected that this match would get so out of hand!
*Blood walks away to roll back into the ring for a second and restart the referee's count. He then rolls back to the outside and takes the General away from the ring steps to whip him into the barricade nearby, hard! Blood makes sure the General is propped up against the barricade and then gets back in the ring*
TIM HOSS: What could he have in mind, Jesse? JESSE KING: He should just stay in there and go for the countout win! But that would be the smart thing, and as I said, he's not too smart.
*Sure enough, Blood runs the length of the ring and flies through the ropes to the outside, slamming into the General with a suicide dive! Both men are down, with Blood the first to get to his feet. He rolls the General into the ring, follows him in, and makes the cover*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Blood stands up in frustration, and delivers a nasty kick to the prone General's side. The General lets out an involuntary groan of pain*
TIM HOSS: Hey now, come on!
*Blood grabs the General and tries to execute a German suplex into the turnbuckles, but the General elbows him in the head until he lets go. Both men stumble in opposite directions. Blood shakes off the effects of the elbow strikes and charges at the General, but the General catches him and takes him over with a monkey toss. Blood slams into the mat and winces at the impact. The General capitalizes, relentlessly stomping and kicking Blood. He picks Blood up rakes his face across the top rope, tearing it up even more, and smashes Blood's head into the turnbuckle once he reaches the corner! The General follows that up with a DDT, and covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
TIM HOSS: Near fall by the General. Look at the mat, Jesse: the lifeblood of these two men has been spilled all over it. How either one of them is still going I have no idea! JESSE KING: I don't envy the guy whose job it is to clean that up right now! TIM HOSS: Do you normally envy him? JESSE KING: Well, he DOES have a hot girlfriend... TIM HOSS: All right, well, back to the match...!
*The General picks Blood back up only to bring him back down with a thunderous vertical suplex. Blood looks out of it, and the General starts climbing to the top rope. With Blood still down, the General gets ready to hit him with a diving headbutt. But just as the General flies off, Blood springs up and nails him in the face with a stiff kick on the way down! The General falls to the mat, and Blood covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Blood very audibly swears at this before picking up the General and taking him into the corner. Blood slams his shoulder into the General's midsection again and again and again, follows that up with a series of stiff roundhouse kicks to the same area, and caps it off by leaping up and hitting the General in the side of the head with an enzuigiri. This final blow sends the General crashing facefirst to the mat. Seeming satisfied with his work, Blood lifts the General up and seats him on the top turnbuckle. Blood climbs to the top rope to go for the ADH...but before he can do it, the General grabs Blood and lifts HIM up, and plants him with a SPINEBUSTER OFF THE TOP ROPE! Blood bounces off the canvas before coming to rest, showing no signs of life*
CROWD: Holy ****! Holy ****! Holy ****!
TIM HOSS: OH MY GOD!!!! The General of the Monkey Army reaching deep down and finding the strength to ANNIHILATE Ryan Blood with a top rope spinebuster!!!! That has GOT to be it!
*The General moves over to cover Blood. The ref counts*
One!
Two!
Shoulder up at 2.9!
JESSE KING: How the hell was that not a three count, Gorilla?!
*The General is the first to get to his feet and starts to lock in the Monkey Wrench, but Blood regains his senses just in time to shove him away with both legs before he can apply the hold. The General gets back up and floors Blood with a stiff clothesline before he can get to his feet and go on the attack. As Blood tries to pick himself up again, the General is poised behind him, waiting...*
TIM HOSS: The General looking to finish Ryan Blood off with the Monkey's Paw!
*As Blood rises to his feet, the General rushes at him and swings, but Blood is just barely able to duck the Monkey's Paw! With the General partially off-balance, Blood turns around and shoves him in the back, sending him crashing into the corner. Blood limps after him and, as the General bounces off the turnbuckles and stumbles backward, Blood grabs him from behind and locks in a Dragon Sleeper! The General fights like hell, but he's fading. He reaches for the ropes, but they're just out of his grasp! The General's struggles gradually slow down and finally cease. The ref checks on him*
*Lifts up arm, arm drops* ONE!
*Lifts up arm, arm drops* TWO!
*Lifts up arm, arm drops* THREE!
*The ref signals for the bell. Blood releases the hold as soon as he hears it and slumps to the mat, blood loss, exhaustion, and pain having taken their toll*
MICHAEL MUFFER: Here is your winner, Ryan Blood!
TIM HOSS: Well fans, in this match between representatives of the two tag teams who will face off at Night of the Wrestling Zombies for the vacant championship, Ryan Blood has defeated the General of the Monkey Army in a hard-fought and brutal contest. That being said, Blood certainly doesn't look like a winner right now; at the moment both him and his opponent are unable to stand. JESSE KING: Will they even be able to compete a week from now? TIM HOSS: No way to tell, King, but anybody who's been watching can see that both of them are tough SOBs, as are their partners: The Dread Pirate Mulligan and Johnny Stone. Mulligan and Stone will face one another later tonight. But up next, we've got a tag match between four people who might all prefer to trade partners: the team of Dave Von Halen & Metal, the former Metal Express, versus Interforum Champion Whitey Fats and the Smokin' Vokoun...
Whitey Fats and The Smokin Vokoun V. Dave Von Halen and Metal
Tim Hoss: Up next WWCF Fans...is a rather unusal Tag Team Match. See, not only do the two teams hate their opponents...they hate each other. These four men hate each other's guts.
Jesse King: Well to be fair Gorila...Smokin Vokoun hates everybody. But he is forced to team with one of his biggest enemies...Whtey Fats. BUT...not only that. We are gonna see a forced reunion with The Heavy Metal Express. Tim Hoss: Quite right King....the former World Tag Team Champions broke up a while back....on less than friendly terms.
Michael Muffer: This tag team contest is set for ONE FALL!!
Saints Of Los Angeles by Motley Crue plays as Dave Von Halen, along with Alexia Anderson, appears as Pyro goes off.However, Dave doesn't seem to be in the best of moods.
Muffer: From Los Angeles California...along with his valent Alexia Anderson....weighing in at 235 pounds...DAVE VON HALEN!!!!!!
Hoss: Jesse...you can tell Von Halen is not a happy camper. You can tell he doesn't want to tag with Metal here tonight. King: Well at least he didn't no show....fans have been waiting for a Heavy Metal Expess reunion...are....in my opinion...THE GREATEST WWCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS EVER!!!!!
Muffer: And his partner.....
Ride of Thunder by Metalica plays as Metal walks out. He does a half hearted headbang....but it also looks like he's not in a good mood either. He walks down to the ring and stares down Dave Von Halen. He gets in the ring and stands as far away from Von Halen as possible.
Hoss: I would say that this team would have the advantage since they were together for so long....but in this case...there is no such advantage.
Muffer: From Kent, Englad....weighing in at 263 pounds....METAL!!!!!
King: That right there my friend is gonna be the next WWCF Hardcore champion come Night of the Wrestling Zombies.....its his time to get a singles belt.
Hoss: Maybe so...but he has to go through one of the greatest Hardcore champs of all time...and one of the toughest SOB's in this company...Smokin Vokoun.
Muffer: And their opponents....
Old Classy Southern Music plays. The crowd starts to boo loudly....
Muffer: From Starke FL....weighing in at 280 pounds....he is the WWCF Interforum Champion....WHITEY "DADDY FAT SAX" FATS!!!!!!!
Whitey comes out to massive heat. But Fats doesn't care....he walks down the ring with an arrogent smirk on his face. He gets into the ring and starts taunting Dave Von Halen.
King: Here's a question for you Gorilla? Von Halen and Fats have never been super popular. Who do you think the fans will root for in there match at Night of The Wrestling Zombies? Hoss: Well here's the difference.... Von Halen is a douchebag that's cool....Fats is a rich douchbag. Nobody likes a rich douchbag.
Sinnerman by Nina Simone plays as the crowd erupts....
Muffer: And his partner....from Chicago, Illinois....weighing in at 280 pounds...he is the WWCF Hardcore Champion....SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!
Smokin Vokoun walks out and power walks to the ring. He screams at the crowd and screams at a few frat boy fans in the front row...who lovingly scream back at him. He gets in the ring and glares at his opponents and his partner.
Hoss: What an ovation from Smokin Vokoun's cult following. I tell you King...if there ever was an unlikely hero for anyone...it's this guy. King: That's why I question the intelligence of our fans sometmes.
-Before the bell rings, the two teams are having trouble figuring out who should start first. Vokoun and Fats are jawing with each other while Von Halen and Metal just decide to do a "Rock Paper Scissors" game to decide it. Halen drew paper while Metal draws rock. Metal grudgingly gets on the apron and Von Halen is standing there. Fats sees this and then just pats Vokoun on the shoulder and lets him start. The crowd boos Fats as Vokoun just glares at him. The bell rings.
Hoss: Why am I not surprised. It doesn't seem like Fats wants to face Dave Von Halen.
King; Oh come one Gorilla..he's just picking his spots.
-Von Halen and Vokoun circle each other and the two locks up. The two men push each other back and forth until Vokoun pushes Halen to the turnbuckle. Vokoun then starts hitting some loud chops to Von Halen. Vokoun then grabs Halen and irish whips him to another turnbuckle. Vokoun charges at him, but Van Halen moves out of the way. Dave then starts throwing rights and lefts at Vokoun and hits a few upper cuts. Then Von Halen picks up Vokoun for a hip toss. Von Halen waits for Vokoun to get up....but as he charges at Vokoun. Smokie counters with a belly to belly suplex. Vokoun goes for the cover...
1
2
KICKOUT!!!
-Vokoun gets on top of Dave and starts throwing rights and lefts and Halen's head. Vokoun then picks up Halen and irish whips him into the rope. He goes to pick up Halen for a Samoan Drop...but Dave slips out of that,gets behind Vokoun, grabs him in a Full Nelson and picks him up for slam. And goes for the cover....
1
2
KICKOUT!!!
Hoss:What a quick start for these two King.
King: Just wait until Metal gets in there. Then there will be some fireworks.
-Halen grabs Vokoun in an armbar but Smokie get up for leverage and throws some heavy right hands in Halens gut. Vokoun then eye racks Halen and Irish whips him into Metal's corner. Metal then just tags Halen and gets in the ring. The crowd stands up to see the clash. Metal and Vokoun get into each other's faces. Metal then slaps Vokoun. Vokoun then goes nuts, tackles Metal and starts wailing on him. Metal pushes Vokoun off and gets up. Vokoun gets up as well and charges at Metal, but runs right into a big boot from Metal. Metal then grabs Vokoun and hits a vicious DDT. He goes for the cover....
1
2
KICKOUT!!!
-Vokoun holds his head as Metal taunts to the crowd. Vokoun crawls to his corner and goes to tag Whitey Fats. But Fats won't put his hand out. The crowd boos him loudly as Metal continues to attack Smokey.
Hoss: WHAT A GOD DAMNED SON OF A BITCH THAT WHITEY FATS IS!!!! His partner is begging for a tag, but he won't lend his hand out!!! What a coward that man is.
King: Hey come on Gorilla. Fats is just a vetern who is picking his spots. He's not a coward..he's just smart.
-Metal then irish whips Vokoun back to his corner.He hits Smokey with some right hands and a few kicks to the gut. He puts his hand out to tag Halen...who tags it reluctionly. Halen also throws some rights and lefts on Vokoun. He pulls Vokoun out of the corner and hits some stiff upper cuts. Vokoun's lip starts to bleed. Halen then irish whips Vokoun. Halen tries hit the Scissor kick, but Vokoun ducks...then on the rebound Smokey hits a stiff lariat. Halen is down as Vokoun walks around the ring screaming. But then...Whitey Fats tags Vokoun on the shoulder...making Fats the legal man in the ring. Vokoun is forced out of the ring and he again glares at Whitey. Whitey Fats, seeing a dazed Dave Von Halen is more than happy to beat on him.
Hoss: Oh great....Fats wont come in to help when Vokoun needs help. But he comes in when his rivial is flat on his back. Some Champion he is. King: But he's a SMART champion.
-Whitey hits a running Knee drop on Halen. He then gets on top of Dave and starts wailing on him with mounted punches and spits in Halen's face. Whitey gets up and taunts...getting TONS of heat. All the while this is going on...Metal and Smokin Vokoun are jawing at each other from across the ring. Whitey then picks up Dave...grabs him AND HITS A STIFF POWERBOMB!!! Fats goes for the cover...
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HE PULLS HIM UP!!!
Hoss: How is that smart King? He could have won the match right there? King: He wants to punish him Gorilla. That's all.
-Whitey Fats waits for Halen to get up. Vokoun and Metal are still jawing with other from across the ring. To the point that both men jump off the apron and walk towards each other on the out side.
Hoss: Fans, this could be trouble. Both men can't stand each other. And this could get ugly.
-Halen gets up in a daze and Fats hits a stiff SOUTHERN COMFORT CLOTHELINE!!! He is about to go for the cover...but at the same time...Metal and Vokoun start brawling on the outside. The two men start throwing rights and lefts at each other. They both fight all the way to the enterance ramp and they both disappear. Fats gets distracted by this and screams for Smokin Vokoun to come back.
King:THINGS HAVE GOTTEN CRAZY HERE!!!! YOU CAN'T STOP THOSE TWO FROM BEATING EACH OTHER TO A PLUP!!!
-Just then Dave Von Halen gets up while Fats is screaming for Vokoun. Halen grabs Fats from behind AND HITS THE ENCORE!!!!! He goes for the cover...
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3!!!!!
-Fats gets up and is stunned as Halen leaves the ring with Alexa and walks away taunting Whitey Fats.
Muffer: The winners of the match...DAVE VON HALEN AND METAL!!!!! -Whitey gets up and screams and curses Dave Von Halen...but Dave and Alexa just walk to the the dressing room laughing at Whitey.
Hoss: What a crazy match King. Even though Metal and Smokin Vokoun are fighting in the backstage....Dave won the match for his team SEEMINGLY OUT OF NOW WHERE!!! Is that what we are gonna see from these two at the PPV. King: Don't worry Gorilla...Whitey will regroup. What Dave Von Halen did was a total fluke.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2010 13:09:08 GMT -5
*Boiler Room Brawler and "Damn Right" Jackson contract signing*
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well folks, it's time for our huge contract signing for the Main Event of Night of the Wrestling Zombies... "Damn Right" Jackson vs Boiler Room Bralwer in a Chamber of Horrors match... for the WWCF Championship.
Jesse King is already in the ring as our acting Master of Ceremonies...
Jesse King: Thanks Tim, now I will keep this short and sweet. Infront of me, on this desk are two contracts, one for each competitor in this match. The Champ Jackson, and the challenger BRB. They will each be given time for an opening statement, they will then sign. Once they sign they will then be given a chance for a closing statement... Introducing first.
Ride the Lightning - Metallica
BRB walks out in a suit, to a rather 50/50 reaction...
Jesse King: First, the challenger... Boiler Room Brawler!
BRB cautiously steps in the ring, and hesitantly takes a seat.
Jesse King: Thanks for making it BRB, loosen up will ya? People dream for these moments... And now introducing...
"Too Black... Too Strong... DAMN RIGHT!" I Made It - Kevin Rudolf [/i] The crowd erupt in a loud 75/25 reaction as Damn Right Jackson struts out in his white suit, Title held up high. He is the WWCF Champion... "Damn Right" Jackson!Jackson confidently lays his title across the table, before taking his seat, opposite BRB. Jesse King (hesitantly): Now Jackson... uhh... Champ. I know we've had out problems in the past... but this is between you and BRB. Please leave me out of this...DR Jackson: Neither Enemy... Nor Friend King... just get on with it.Jesse King: Alright then... BRB would you like to speak fir-DR Jackson: Hold it! I know normally the challenger talks first, but not tonight. You see, no one knows BRB better than myself. No one has faced off with him to the extent that I have. No one knows what he should be capable as much as me...
We have so much history together, that putting us two in the ring together should just write itself. We shouldn't need to have a fancy, in ring confrontation like this for a match, regardless of the stakes. We should all know why we're putting ourselves through this hell once again just by default... We should all know why the Black Dynasty and the Rock River Rampager are set to steal the show one more time... this time for the richest prize in the game!
But no... This is not the case. You see, all this I said about our history, and how well I know what BRB is capable of... well it doesn't apply both ways like it should. He remembers nothing of our past. He doesn't remember that one, year ago at the last NOTWZ that I lastly eliminated him to win the Masquerade Battle Royal. He doesn't remember how the following week he asked me to join forces with him. He doesn't remember me beating him down to a count out victory. He doesn't remember the endless promo wars we put ourselves through. He doesn't remember him coming to little Jesse King's here aid when I showed him who was boss. He doesn't remember me and him having one of the most intense hardcore battles over both the Inter-Forum and Hardcore Championship...
He doesn't remember that we propelled each other's careers into the stratosphere, and that he helped me get the notoriety I needed to make it to where I am today. Standing here, THE WWCF Champion!
But look where it got you... you had an impressive run with the Hardcore and Inter-Forum championship, you were one of the most popular and admired superstars this company had ever seen... But then you bit off more than you could chew against TTS... and you're left as this...
A scared, pathetic man, with no idea what he's even doing here. You've completely lost everything that made you a star. The man who I respected... the only man to truly better me in a feud... Has been broken down into... nothing.
These fans adored you Brawler, the fans and the entire locker room looked up to you, for the braveness and your skills to adapt to any situation... Now when we all see you, you're a coward who can't do anything right.
Are you sure you're in the slightest bit capable of stepping into The Chamber of Horrors for WWCF Championship, against the baddest man, against the man who hasn't truly lost a match since the Survivor Team Challenge Series, against The Black Dynasty himself?
ARE YOU?Jackson slams down the mic with anger, as he stares a hole through BRB, loud "Dynasty!" chants can be heard in the background... Jesse King: Uhh... thank you Jackson, even if it wasn't your turn... Now Brawler, your rebuttal?BRB: Well, uh... Mister Jackson. You're right. Damn right, as they say. Heh...
But Seth Drakin gave me this match, and I haven't forgotten how important it is to be WWCF World Champion. It's too obvious. I forgot how to wrestle, so Jazzman got me started. I'm not very good yet, but I keep lucking out. I used to be somebody in this company, but now I have to find my new way. All of my training was to lead up to this. All of it was to win the WWCF World Championship Title, because if I can't win it now, it may be a long time before I reach the top again.Jesse King: And thank you for that BRB, if you would both sign the contract... BRB, as the challenger you will sign first.After slight hesitation, BRB goes to sign... only to realise he's completely forgotten what his signature looks like. He pulls out his wallet with his drivers license and stares at it for a while, trying to figure it out. He attempts to copy it a number of times, only for it to look nothing like his actually signature. So instead he signs with an "X". Jesse King: Uhh... I'll have to get the legal team to check if that's acceptable... But moving on, as Champion. "Damn Right" Jackson it is your turn to sign.Jackson confidently signs his name, with the "DAMN RIGHT" being ludicrously big. Jesse King: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is official. At Night of the Wrestling Zombies, it will be "Damn Right" Jackson vs Boiler Room Brawler in a Chamber of Horrors Match for the WWCF Championship!
Gentlemen, any final words?Jackson stands up, grabs the mic and gets right in BRB's face as the crowd cheers. BRB bends over backwards some, a tad visibly intimidated. DR Jackson: You see this BRB? You see this crowd? You hear how they're reacting right now? They know what we can do in the ring, they know what sort of show we can put on when we're in the ring together. And the very thought of us doing it all over again has lit a fire they may have never felt since our last encounter.
As I signed that contract, I felt that same fire, because deep down, I know that you know who you really are and what you can really do. I just hope that you realise this before it's too late...
You used to walk out here with the crowd 100% behind you, no matter who you faced off against. Now you're standing here, face to face with one of the nastiest bastards this company has ever seen and you're lucky to go 50/50...
So you better hope you find what's missing, or else when we're through, you'd be lucky to have anyone in this industry cheering you on... This is the Era of Attitude, not the Era of Amnesia.
Neither Enemy Nor Friend... Just pity. Damn Right!Jesse King: Thank you BRB, and your final words?BRB: Jackson, I forgot everything we did together, including, as I have been told, perhaps humbling you. But I'll tell you what. Come Night of the Wrestling Zombies, it's gonna be you, and it's gonna be me, um... BRB... yeah... uh, in that squared circle, and I'll give you and everyone in that audience something new to remember. So there.Jesse King: Thank you men for keeping this civil, and we shall be seeing you at Night of the Wrestling Zo-Suddenly out of nowhere, Jackson decks Jesse King with a right hand. Gorilla Tim Hoss: What the hell!BRB quickly runs to Jesse King's aid, turning his back to Jackson. Once BRB is done checking on King, he gets up and turns around... right into a vicious SPEAR by Jackson, sending BRB through the table. Surpringly to quite a cheer by the crowd. Jackson picks up the mic... DR Jackson: The BRB I know never would've let that happen to him...Jackson then drops the mic on BRB, takes his title and holds it up high... I Made It - Kevin RudolfGorilla Tim Hoss: I hate to say it, but Jackson is right. Plus I guess he picks up a measure of revenge for what BRB did to him last week...
I for one, hope that we get the old BRB back before the Chamber of Horrors...*Fred G. Neric is seen backstage trying to catch up to Dread Pirate Mulligan* Fred: So Captain.....your partner lost his match tonight against your opponent's tag partner. Your thoughts? *Dread Pirate Mulligan stares blankly, acknowleging that Fred G. Neric is speaking, but apparently ignoring the question* ...*A Minute passes* Fred: Captain?Hmmm? *Takes off his hat, revealing a set of headphones in his ears* Oh....Sorry.....Now what was your question?Fred: Your thoughts on the General's match?~Yarr!~* The Dread Pirate Mulligan strolls off, humming his theme song oblivious to his surroundings* Dread Pirate Mulligan V. Johnny StoneThe following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit!(Shiver Me Timbers)Introducing first, from the High Seas, weighing 265 pounds...DREAD PIRATE MULLIGAN!- Mulligan swings into the arena from a scaffold, and saunters down to the ring. Tim Hoss: Well, here comes Mulligan, who has ben on a roll lately. Last week he and the General managed to beat 3x Tag Champions the Southwest Connection, albeit via the use of a chair. Jesse King: Still, a win is a win, Apeman. Mulligan wants to keep up that momentum tonight, as we get another taster for the upcoming Tag Title match.(Hair Of The Dog (Son Of A Bitch))And his opponent, now residing in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing 237 pounds..."JUMBO" JOHNNY STONE!- Stone comes out with a determined look on his face, as the crowd cheers appreciatively. Hoss: Here's another guy who's achieved a hell of a lot in a short amount of time. He's a terrific wrestler, and his partnership with Ryan Blood is proving to be a very successful and dangerous one.King: You speak the truth for once, Apeman. Being able to knock off Colt and Jazzman, two former world champions as well, is no mean feat, but they accomplished it.- Mulligan takes a drag of his wineskin, before both men lock up. Stone immediately grabs a side headlock, and hangs on as Mulligan tries to push him off. Eventually Stone takes him down to the mat, but Mulligan responds with a scissors to escape. Mulligan then walks straight into a big right hand, which pops the crowd. Stone knocks Mulligan down again, and the pirate slides out of the ring to regroup. Hoss: Johnny Stone with two big shots there! He's as technically sound as they come, but he'll slug you if given the chance.King: The Pirate needs to utilise his power advantage here.- Back in the ring, Mulligan scores with a knee to the gut, followed by a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for an early cover. 1... - Stone kicks out almost straight away. Mulligan goes for a running lariat, but Stone avoids the impact, and lands a back kick to the gut. He lifts up Mulligan for a gorilla press slam, but Mulligan grabs the ropes, and eventually Stone drops him down onto the apron, before hitting a big headbutt that sends Mulligan to the floor! Hoss: Another big impact strike from Stone there! He means business here tonight!King: Mulligan is trying to get some offense together, but its not happening just yet.- Mulligan gets back onto the apron, and manages to snap Stone neck first across the top rope. He then re-enters the ring, and hits a discus clothesline. He gets Stone into a vice grip, and hits a few headbutts of his own. King: Mulligan returning the favour here with those headbutts! I like this aggressive streak he's been showing lately!- Mulligan goes for a cover, hooking the leg. 1... 2... - Stone kicks out. As he gets to his feet, Mulligan meets him with a running leg lariat. 1... 2... - Another kick out. Mulligan with a snapmare, and then applies a rear chinlock, driving his knee into Stone's spine. The referee checks on Stone, as the crowd gets behind the man born in Yellow Knife. Hoss: Dread Pirate Mulligan keeping the pressue on his opponent here, after a couple of high impact moves.King: No doubt, this guy has a bright future here, even if he does look ridiculous.[/color
Hoss: Well there's the pot calling the kettle black if ever I heard it.
King: ....Whatever.
- Stone starts to get to his feet, and counters with a jawbreaker. He then kicks Mulligan in the midsection, and hits a snap DDT! He is slow in going for the cover, and Mulligan rolls onto his front to prevent a pinning predicament. Stone tries to go for a Cobra Clutch, but the Pirate gets himself in the ropes.
Hoss: Some very good ring awareness from Mulligan here, but Stone is in the ascendancy here.
- As the referee tells Stone to back up, Mulligan goes for a cheap shot, but Stone blocks it, and hits a right hand of his own. He then hits a sudden Michinoku Driver II! However, he doesn't go for the pin, and instead elects to climb the turnbuckles.
King: Stone may regret not going for a cover here, after that beautiful maneouvre!
- As the crowd rises to its feet, Stone executs a picture perfect diving elbow drop!
Hoss: Oh man, that's gotta be all!
1... 2...
- Foot on the rope! Mulligan barely manages to reach it, but he does. Stone can't believe, and starts to stomp away on Mulligan, as the official tries to calm him down. Stone then picks up Mulligan, and goes for the Rock Crusher, but the Pirate sees it coming and ducks. He goes for a roll-up.
1... 2...
- Stone kicks out. He ducks a wild swing, and hits a full nelson slam.
Hoss: Johnny Stone has really upped the ante here! He's hit some impressive moves in this one.
- Stone gestures to the crowd, and tries to hit a running splash, but Mulligan gets the knees up.
King: I think Stone took too much time there, Mulligan saw it coming.
Hoss: This could go either way here! Both guys have done their homework.
- Both men get to their feet and trade shots, but Mulligan takes the advantage with a thumb to the eye, followed by a big STO. This time Mulligan decides to go to the top, but Stone recovers and meets him with a forearm shot. Stone clims as well, and sets up for a superplex, but Mulligan blocks it. After a brief struggle, Mulligan sends Stone crashing to the mat, and then hits the Ultimate Insult from the top rope, onto the back of Stone's head!
1... 2... 3!
Here is your winner...DREAD PIRATE MULLIGAN!
Hoss: He did it! Mulligan wins a hard-fought contest here, and keeps some personal momentum going before the big Tag Title clash at Night Of The Wrestling Zombies!
King: What an impressive move - landing with both feet right onto Stone's skull, that had to be a devastating blow!
- An exhausted Mulligan celebrates up the ramp, and makes a belt motion. Stone sits slumped in the corner, angered by the loss.
Little Naitch V. Colt
Jesse King: So what's up next on tonight's card, Gorilla? I need a sip from one of our official sponsors...
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, Jesse, Little Naitch and Colt continue their climb back up the WWCF ladder to become the first Two-Time WWCF World Champion. It has been some time since they've worn the gold, and they stand in each other's way in this round of ascension.
Michael Muffer: Our next match is scheduled for one fall...
*New Blackjacks Theme*
Little Naitch enters the arena, adorned in an extravagant robe, and The Sam at his side.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Little Naitch's manager, The Sam, has promised the WWCF fans that Little Naitch will capture the gold by December.
Jesse King: I've watched Little Naitch pretty closely, and I think I see the spark in him this time, TH.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Oh do you, Jesse?
Little Naitch points at the crowd as The Sam points to him and sells him to the camera as they walk down the ramp to the ring.
Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring with his manager The Sam, hailing from Las Vegas, NV, and weighing in at 237lbs... Little... Naitch!
Jesse King: Yeah. Y'see, Colt took his turn against "Damn Right" Jackson, and he failed time and time again. It's Naitch's turn.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: But Colt hasn't competed against DR Jackson for the big one yet. He took Jackson to the limit in the Bed of Nails match at...
The Sam widens the ropes for Little Naitch to more easily walk through with grace.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: ...Wheel of Misfortune, and I think that if he wins this match, he'll be that much closer to challenging Jackson at the top of the company.
Jesse King: The fans are tired of Colt. The only story he makes is right after Rex Morgan.
The Sam steps down to ringside as Little Naitch removes his robes. The lights go out...
"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*
A line of pyrotechnics explodes. When the smoke settles, Colt stands on the ramp, his fingers stretched to the sky.
Jesse King: Nice display, but the fans have to learn that a bunch of flash means nothing if there's nothing in the tank.
Colt begins hopping to the ring, high fiving fans along the way.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Colt may not be the top of the food chain right now, but he is certainly not the bottom of the totem pole either.
Colt rolls into the ring, then throws his hat and coat away before climbing to the top rope and then pointing to the sky again.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: After all, these two men are competing on the World level. They know what they want, and they stand in each other's way.
Jesse King: Colt needs to train. He's obviously not ready for Jackson. Hell, at least Boiler Room Brawler is training for Jackson, and he can't wrestle his way out of a wet paper bag.
Referee John Creed gives both men an even starting distance and then begins the match. Naitch throws a chop at Colt's chest, then Irish whips him to the ropes.
Jesse King: Naitch takes it to Colt!
Naitch catches Colt on the rebound with a hip toss. He follows it up with a knee drop, but Colt sits up and rolls away in time.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: But it's a near miss and Colt gets back up.
Naitch stands back up, but Colt grabs him from behind and Russian Leg Sweeps him back to the mat.
Jesse King: Watch out, Naitch!
Colt stomps on Naitch, but Naitch manages to roll his way to the outside.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Naitch has to recollect his thoughts. Perhaps with the help of the Sam.
The Sam runs over to Naitch and talks with him while Creed counts one. Colt poses for the crowd, then points at Naitch.
Jesse King: See? Look at that poor sportsmanship from Colt. Naitch needs some words of advice from The Sam, that's all.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Naitch should be in the ring.
Naitch rolls back into the ring. He and Colt circle each other until he throws another chop to Colt's chest, but Colt catches him with an arm drag.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Naitch has to focus tonight against Colt. This is a pair of men who can bring the house down like none other...
Both men return to their feet. Colt kicks Naitch in the gut, then uppercuts him to the ropes.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: ...but at the same time, they cannot give this their all, or else Jackson will have too much...
Naitch chops Colt away, then throws a kick to back him up more.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: ...material to study for when either man comes to challenge him for the WWCF World Championship.
Naitch scoop slams Colt to the mat. He backs up for an elbow drop to Colt's sternum.
Jesse King: Yes! Work that chest, Naitch! Make Colt struggle to breathe!
Colt rolls onto his front. Naitch stomps on Colt's back.
Jesse King: Colt is getting it now! Naitch is clearly the stronger contender right now.
Colt begins to stand up, and Naitch helps him along. He chops Colt in the chest while backing him up to the ropes to Irish whip him across the ring.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Naitch had a rough start against Colt, but he's taking a commanding lead right now.
Jesse King: The only story on page one tomorrow will be how Naitch is on the comeback trail.
Colt hops, then rebounds from the bottom rope, knocking Naitch down with a flying elbow to the face.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: And Colt turns it around!
Colt runs past Naitch, then waits for him to stand back up. He then runs over and delivers shining wizard to Naitch's face, knocking him back to the mat.
Jesse King: No!
Colt covers for the pin. Creed counts one, two, -Naitch kicks out.
Jesse King: Yes!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: A string of hits by Colt, but Naitch has more in the tank than that.
Both men stand up, Colt helping Naitch this time. He kicks a bent over Naitch in the belly, then elbows him into a ring corner.
Jesse King: Colt is desperate. He cannot even let Naitch stand all of the way up first.
Colt props Naitch up onto the top turnbuckle, then climbs up himself.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Looks like Colt's going for a superplex. He wants to end this quickly.
Naitch chops Colt in the chest, then pushes him off onto the mat.
Jesse King: Uh oh! Now you're in for it, Colt!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Naitch is in the high risk district!
Naitch calls out to the crowd, then leaps off for an atomic knee drop to Colt's chest. He covers for the pin. Creed counts one, two, thr-Colt kicks out.
Jesse King: So close!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Naitch went for an atomic knee drop to Colt's sternum, but Colt narrowly escaped defeat!
Naitch kneels, then smashes his elbow into Colt's chest.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Naitch has a mad-on for Colt's chest tonight.
Jesse King: Well the chest is important because that's where you breath. And you probably remember good hard chops from your day. That stuff sores.
Naitch winds up again, but Colt reaches up and catches him with a jawbreaker. Naitch falls backwards while Colt clutches his chest and winces.
Jesse King: I'll bet by the time Naitch is finished, Colt's chest will be hamburger.
Colt stands up and rests against the ropes. Naitch sits back up, but turns around to rest against the ropes himself.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: These two have done some real damage in a real short amount of time.
Jesse King: They'd have to if they hope to beat Jackson. Jonathan Michaels showed that being a tough son of a bitch wasn't enough to defeat the Black Dynasty at Gookermania III.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: In fact, they both might have looked into BRB's playbook from when he defeated Jackson for the Interforum Title shot. It's amazing that he's the only guy to definitively beat Jackson.
The Sam gives Naitch a pep talk while Colt stands up more straight and looks for an opening.
Jesse King: True. Brawler could pack a mean punch due to his size, and they need to be able to make up for that.
Colt creeps up along the ropes as Naitch starts to stand up.
Jesse King: One thing's for sure though: they ain't borrowing from BRB's current playbook. They'd be better off with an old Glamour magazine.
Colt runs along the ropes and delivers a knee lift to Naitch's head. Naitch, in a bit of shock, actually stands up and frantically looks around, only for Colt to catch him on a rebound with a running neckbreaker.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Naitch is messing up now! Colt's setting him up for the Story on Page One!
Colt climbs to the top rope and waits for Naitch to stand back up before leaping off for a flying forearm smash to the face.
Jesse King: Come on Naitch! You can't lose now!
Colt waits for Naitch again, then he locks up to lift him for a vertical suplex, but he backs away, clutching his chest.
Jesse King: Ha! Naitch saw ahead of Colt! A vertical suplex lift involves the pectoral muscles, but Naitch has seen to it that Colt can't lift him without pain.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: And that's the kind of work Jackson will take if he'll be beaten by anyone like Naitch or Colt.
Naitch chops Colt once with one hand, then a second time with his other hand, then delivers a Mongolian chop to send him to the ropes.
Jesse King: Methinks that Little Naitch has been working on his chops a bit. He's really sticking to those guns.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, they did save him from certain doom mere moments ago. He almost fell to the Story on Page One.
Colt stumbles away from the ropes, prompting Naitch to stop his resting. Colt runs up and knocks Naitch to the mat with another shining wizard.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Colt is still going though. Will he fight through the pain of Naitch's chops to his chest and deliver the Story on Page One?
Colt climbs to the top rope again and points to the sky.
Jesse King: Not this again! Naitch, you can't fall for it twice!
Naitch gets up, only to be knocked in the head with another flying forearm.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: If at first you don't succeed, try try again...
Jesse King: Phooey. His chest is probably worse at this point.
Colt lifts up the groggy Naitch from the mat and locks in The Final Thought.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: The Final Thought! Colt's going for the Final Thought!
Naitch suddenly starts struggling, but Colt holds on.
Jesse King: Hold on, Naitch! The Final Thought also involves the pecs!
Colt begins to falter, but then he drops down for a reverse DDT, and he maintains the Final Thought. Naitch suddenly taps. Creed calls the bell.
*Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em - Parkway Boys*
Jesse King: Colt could have broken Naitch's neck!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Colt pulled a mean gambit on Little Naitch, but it paid off!
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner by submission: Colt!
Colt stands up as his arm is raised by John Creed. He looks down at Naitch, who winces but clutches his neck and then rolls out of the ring.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: An explosive match tonight between two of the best in our company's history.
Jesse King: Naitch had a good strategy though! If only he worked the legs more...
Gorilla Tim Hoss: There's no shame in losing to Colt, but things were not to be tonight for Naitch. But if he trains enough, The Sam still promises that he will be champion by December.
Jesse King: I think Naitch needs to get that golden horseshoe stuck up Boiler Room Brawler's ass.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: You know that wouldn't help anything...
Jesse King: Yeah yeah...
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well let's hear a word from our sponsors, stay tuned WWCF fans![/center] The main event will be up later, as I'm still trying to figure it out.
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Post by smokinvokoun on Oct 19, 2010 13:54:22 GMT -5
Well i'm doing as Tim Hoss says, I'm staying tuned. lol Great show so far.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 19, 2010 14:28:09 GMT -5
Also, I forgot to mention this to Jackson when we wrote up the promo, but I loved "Rock River Rampager." I'll have to remember that for later.
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Post by Jackson "The Cool" Carter on Oct 19, 2010 15:40:54 GMT -5
Haha, glad you liked it. After all the matches we've had, I figured it was about time I came up with a nickname for you.
Awesome show so far guys, excited for the main event
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 19, 2010 17:27:26 GMT -5
It took some effort to keep Colt/Naitch "Monday Night" but I think I got it just right.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 19, 2010 19:29:33 GMT -5
General/Blood took on a tone that I wasn't even expecting when I started writing it. I originally intended for it to be silly and wrote it that way, so I PM'd General and asked basically "How would your character react to this?" Turns out that Blood's actions angered the General more than I thought, and he was going to try and hurt Ryan! So what I originally conceived as a goofy yet diabolical plan involving monkeyproofing the ring turned into a bloody war that makes the match at the PPV at least 50% grudge match and thus a lot more interesting. I think it turned out okay, but I'm interested to know what you guys thought of it. Anyway, I feel kind of bad for BRB. Am I supposed to? Because if the idea is for Jackson to get heel heat, then he's doing a great job. But on the other hand, I know that BRB helped Fats win the Interforum title, and Fats is a heel, so I'm confused about who exactly I'm supposed to be rooting for. I LOL'd at the bit with Mulligan before his match. I didn't know Mulligan's finisher but I like the Monkey Island reference.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 19, 2010 19:37:20 GMT -5
Anyway, I feel kind of bad for BRB. Am I supposed to? Because if the idea is for Jackson to get heel heat, then he's doing a great job. But on the other hand, I know that BRB helped Fats win the Interforum title, and Fats is a heel, so I'm confused about who exactly I'm supposed to be rooting for. Basically, ever since BRB was electrocuted at the Boiler Room Mercy Street Match at Wheel of Misfortune and got amnesia, different wrestlers have either manipulated him or pitied him. Thing is, Jackson and BRB had a hell of a feud earlier this year, and while one is at the top of his game (Jackson) the other is probably at his lowest point and doesn't quite realize how low it is (BRB). Whitey was probably BRB first sorta nemesis, so he manipulated BRB into being his employee, ultimately buying his way to the Interforum Championship. So, in short, yes, that's just fine that you feel sorry for BRB.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2010 22:35:07 GMT -5
Muffer - The following contest is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit and it is your main event of the evening!
*Man on the Silver Mountain*
Muffer - Introducing first, from Rockland, Massachusetts, weighing in at 311 pounds, the Champion of Honor, Evil M!
*Paparazzi - Metal Version*
Muffer - And his partner, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 195 pounds, “Hollywood” Viva Los Bio Dome!
King - Here we go, Gorilla! This is a bonafide dream team right here!
Hoss - Well, I don’t know about dream team, Jess, but these guys will definitely be a force to be reckoned with!
*DOA*
Muffer - And their opponents, introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 240 pounds, Jonathan Michaels!
*Circus Envy*
Muffer - And his partner, from Dulac, Louisiana, weighing in at 248 pounds, Caleb Fourchon!
Hoss - Last week, Jono and Caleb scored wins over Viva and Evil M respectively.
King - If you can call either one of those wins. Jono won because his nutcase partner interfered, and the only reason the nutcase won his match was because he cheated!
Hoss - I watched that match, Jess. Evil M cheated just as much.
King - The Champion of Honor cheat? How dare you, Gorilla?! How dare you desecrate the good name of the Champion by saying such lies!
The bell rings.
Hoss - Whatever, the match is starting!
Viva and Caleb start the match. A lockup, Viva with a side headlock, Caleb sends him into the ropes, clothesline on the way back! Viva back up, slam by Caleb! Viva rolls over and tags M! M challenges Michaels to enter and Jono asks for the tag. M charges Michaels, who meets him with a drop toehold! M back up, arm drag by Jono! M back up again, Michaels dropkick’s him, knocking him through the ropes to the floor!
Hoss - The so-called “dream team” not faring so well, Jess!
Viva runs over and helps M to his feet. M demands the mic from Michael Muffer.
Oh wow! I bet you guys are really feeling good about yourselves right now. Caleb, you just sent a former World Champion packing!
Viva glares at M, who ignores him and keeps going.
And Jono! I bet what you just did to me felt real good!
Michaels and Caleb smile in agreement with M.
Well that’s all well and good. I hope you guys are really pleased with yourselves.
Now, Mr. Referee. I want you to do me a favor.
Check them both for illegal weapons!
The crowd boos.
Because that is the only possible way either one of you could gain an advantage over us!
Michaels and Caleb protest, but they do agree to the weapon check. The ref looks over Michaels, and he’s fine. He turns to check Caleb, but Viva and M dive in the ring and attack both men!
Hoss - Dammit, Evil and Viva set them up!
M hammers Caleb in the corner then tosses him to the outside, while Viva pummels Michaels in the middle of the ring!
King - Come on Viva! Get ‘im!
Viva pulls Michaels up and tosses him to M, who delivers a snap suplex!
King - Evil Hollywood lookin’ good, Gorilla!
Hoss - Evil Hollywood, huh?
King - It’s got a ring to it.
M and Viva highfive, as Caleb rolls back in. M meets him with a kick to the head, then throws him to Viva, who DDT’s his other NOTWZ opponent! Michaels grabs M from behind, but M throws him to the mat, then he and Viva drop a double elbow on him! Viva with the cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
M protests that the ref didn’t count fast enough, then makes the tag. As Caleb tries to get in, M kicks him in the head, knocking him back to the floor! He then intercepts Michaels, scoop slam! M off the ropes, legdrop! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
M yells at the ref to speed things up, then clamps a chinlock on Michaels. The ref checks to make sure it’s not a choke, but Viva distracts him. M starts choking Jono, only breaking when the ref turns around!
“Did you choke him, M?!”
The fans all scream yes, but M yells at them to shut up.
Did you see me choke him?
“No, bu-”
Then I didn’t do anything!
The crowd boos as M tags Viva.
Viva nails Jono with some knees to the head, then drops him throat first across the top rope! Caleb again tries to get in to help his partner, but M leaps off the apron with a double ax handle, knocking him back down!
Hoss - Viva and M have isolated Michaels here, Jess. And M has done a great job of keeping Fourchon out of this match!
King - You seem surprised they’re doing so well, Gorilla. Viva’s a former World Champion and Evil M is the Champion of Honor!
Hoss - But as far as I know, this is their first time teaming up, whereas Michaels and Fourchon have some experience as a team.
Viva digs his foot into Jono’s throat as the ref admonishes him!
“C’mon, enough of that Viva!
1! 2! 3! 4! C’mon, break it!”
Back off, ref! That wasn’t a choke! It was a Portuguese neck compression! Perfectly legal on five continents!
King - Yeah ref! Back off!
Viva tags M, who pulls Michaels up and snap mare’s him over! A knee to the back of the neck, then M applies a nerve hold!
Hoss - I hate to admit it, but Viva and M have dominated this match thus far!
King - I’m tellin’ ya Gorilla! Evil Hollywood are a hell of a combination!
M continues to work over Michaels, with Viva acting as a cheerleader on the apron. With both men’s attention diverted, Caleb pops up and yanks Viva off the apron! The crowd pops huge as he slams Viva’s head off the announce table! M releases the nerve hold and yells at the ref.
C’mon! Disqualify them! Caleb Fourchon is the illegal man and he just attacked my partner, who wasn’t even doing anything!
“Are you serious, M? You’ve cheated through the whole match! If I disqualify anyone, it should be you!”
M grabs the ref by the shirt and throws him in the corner! While he’s busy with the ref, Michaels is able to make it to his corner and tag Caleb! The crowd cheers, while M looks confused. He warns the ref to watch himself, then turns, only to be met with a huge chop from Fourchon!
King - You can’t tell me that was a legal tag! The ref was in the corner! He couldn’t possibly have seen that!
Caleb nails M with another chop, then a big ol’ headbutt, which sends the Champion of Honor to the mat!
Hoss - I think he’s gonna allow it though!
Caleb drives his foot into the back of M’s neck, while the ref stands back and allows it! Viva screams for the ref to do something!
“No, I’ll allow it!”
But he’s choking him!
“That’s not a choke, Viva, that’s a Canadian nerve pinch! It’s very subtle, but there is a difference.”
King - That’s not fair!
Caleb removes his foot, then drops an elbow across M’s back! He pulls the Champ up and drives him headfirst into the top turnbuckle! M staggers, then falls into the corner, Caleb with a running splash! M slumps down, and Viva, seeing victory slipping from his grasp, grabs the Championship of Honor! He slides it in the ring, then distracts the ref!
Hoss - Viva has the ref’s attention and that damn belt is in the ring!
Caleb pulls M up, but M grabs the belt and nails Caleb in the face with it! He falls on top of Fourchon for the cover, but Michaels pulls him off! M gets to his feet and piefaces Michaels! He grabs Caleb and starts to apply the Crowbar, but Michaels nails the Fade to Black! He rolls Caleb on top! The ref goes down for the count!
1!
Viva in to stop it!
2!
Michaels with another Fade to Black, only a grazing blow, but it does knock Viva back!
3!
Muffer - Here are your winners, Jonathan Michaels and Caleb Fourchon!
King - Dammit!
Viva, still smarting from the Fade to Black, checks on M, while Michaels pulls Caleb up and raises his arm!
Hoss - For the second week in a row, Caleb Fourchon pins Evil M!
King - And for the second week in a row, he cheated to do it! Jonathan Michaels won that match, not Caleb!
Michaels and Caleb shake hands, then Michaels suddenly goes for the Fade to Black, but Caleb ducks it and nails the Down Home Driver!
Hoss - Did you see that, Jess?!
King - I did, Gorilla! It looked like Jono was gonna catch Caleb off guard, but Fourchon was ready for it and got the jump on his mentor!
Caleb looks down at Michaels, talking trash, but Viva spins him around and connects with the Bio-Dome! He stands over both opponents, then slides on his shades and rolls to the outside, and he and M walk up the ramp.
Hoss - At Night of the Wrestling Zombies, those three men right there, Jonathan Michaels, Caleb Fourchon, and Viva Los Bio Dome, will meet in a triple threat match with huge stakes! The winner will meet the WWCF World Champion at In Your Apartment!
King - We’ve seen how bad each of them wants it, but it’ll come down to who wants it the most!
Hoss - Night of the Wrestling Zombies is next Monday night! Call your cable operator today, because you do not wanna miss it! We’ll see you there! Goodnight!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2010 22:41:34 GMT -5
OK, card is basically finalized. I'd like a few more signups for the battle royal, so voting will go out tomorrow when I get home from work. Just PM that you want to be in the battle royal, and tell me what costume you'll be wearing. Anyone can participate, even if you're already booked. The prize is an Inter-Forum Title shot at In Your Apartment.
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Post by Jackson "The Cool" Carter on Oct 19, 2010 23:06:56 GMT -5
The idea of the contract signing was for Jackson to really drill itinto BRBs head how far he's fallen. Due to Jackson's dominance the crowd tend to side with him, but he more or less bullied BRB to the point that half would pity BRB and the other half would agree with Jackson.
Making for a true clash of the titans, even if one titan doesn't know it.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 19, 2010 23:39:34 GMT -5
Anyway, I feel kind of bad for BRB. Am I supposed to? Because if the idea is for Jackson to get heel heat, then he's doing a great job. But on the other hand, I know that BRB helped Fats win the Interforum title, and Fats is a heel, so I'm confused about who exactly I'm supposed to be rooting for. Basically, ever since BRB was electrocuted at the Boiler Room Mercy Street Match at Wheel of Misfortune and got amnesia, different wrestlers have either manipulated him or pitied him. Thing is, Jackson and BRB had a hell of a feud earlier this year, and while one is at the top of his game (Jackson) the other is probably at his lowest point and doesn't quite realize how low it is (BRB). Whitey was probably BRB first sorta nemesis, so he manipulated BRB into being his employee, ultimately buying his way to the Interforum Championship. So, in short, yes, that's just fine that you feel sorry for BRB. The idea of the contract signing was for Jackson to really drill itinto BRBs head how far he's fallen. Due to Jackson's dominance the crowd tend to side with him, but he more or less bullied BRB to the point that half would pity BRB and the other half would agree with Jackson. Making for a true clash of the titans, even if one titan doesn't know it. Cool, thanks for the explanations guys. Good show all around, and the main event was worth the wait.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2010 23:43:45 GMT -5
Yeah, that was hell to write. I wanted to get myself over, but at the same time, I didn't want to overshadow the other three, who have a big match at the PPV. In the end, I think once I found the balance, it came out pretty good.
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Post by hossfan on Oct 20, 2010 5:54:43 GMT -5
Great show, everyone. I enjoyed the main event.
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Post by Fiddleford H. McGucket on Oct 20, 2010 14:41:56 GMT -5
General/Blood took on a tone that I wasn't even expecting when I started writing it. I originally intended for it to be silly and wrote it that way, so I PM'd General and asked basically "How would your character react to this?" Turns out that Blood's actions angered the General more than I thought, and he was going to try and hurt Ryan! So what I originally conceived as a goofy yet diabolical plan involving monkeyproofing the ring turned into a bloody war that makes the match at the PPV at least 50% grudge match and thus a lot more interesting. I think it turned out okay, but I'm interested to know what you guys thought of it. Anyway, I feel kind of bad for BRB. Am I supposed to? Because if the idea is for Jackson to get heel heat, then he's doing a great job. But on the other hand, I know that BRB helped Fats win the Interforum title, and Fats is a heel, so I'm confused about who exactly I'm supposed to be rooting for. I LOL'd at the bit with Mulligan before his match. I didn't know Mulligan's finisher but I like the Monkey Island reference. Technically the "Ultimae Insult" is a Two-Footed version of Super Dragon's Curb Stomp, I kinda see it set up where the opponment is face down, I have the opponent's arms in a usual Curbstomp[ setup, but instead I jump and land with both feet on the back of the head. Honestly, with it basically being the "Warrior's Way" as it was written I like it and it doesn't seem as contrived. I'm thinking of changing the Keelhaul to the Keelhaul Bomb and having it be the pinning varient of the Tigerbomb.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2010 16:22:30 GMT -5
I'll write the battle royal.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 20, 2010 21:32:09 GMT -5
I'll write the battle royal. I'm up for writing a match as usual.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2010 21:58:15 GMT -5
WWCF Inter-Forum Championship: Whitey Fats V. Dave Von Halen Being written by Caleb Fourchon
Masquerade Costume Battle Royal Being written by Evil M
The Southwest Connection V. Pride and Story
WWCF Hardcore Championship: The Smokin’ Vokoun V. Metal Being written by Smokin' Vokoun
Triple Threat match to decide the number one contender for the WWCF World Championship at In Your Apartment: Viva Los Bio Dome V. Jonathan Michaels V. Caleb Fourchon
Finals of the WWCF World Tag Team Championship tournament: Dread Pirate Mulligan and The General of the Monkey Army V. Johnny Stone and Ryan Blood Being written by Mr. Socko's Brother
Chamber of Horrors match for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship: “Damn Right” Jackson V. The Boiler Room Brawler Being written by BRB
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 21, 2010 11:56:38 GMT -5
I'll take the Chamber of Horrors match.
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