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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Sept 28, 2010 11:58:00 GMT -5
*"Master Of Puppets" plays as the CEO of WWCF Seth Drakin comes out to a huge ovation. He smiles as he enters the ring and grabs a mic.*
Seth: You know, it may be lost in all of the corporate situation.....but damn is it good to get a victory in front of all of you again.
*The crowd cheers loudly. Seth is about to continue, when he is stopped by a "You still got it" chant. Seth goes to the corner and has to collect his composure for a minute before continuing.*
Seth: You dont know how good it is for me to hear that because despite the swagger I have shown, I honestly didn't know if I still had it. Hell, I could have talked all the talk I wanted, but as you know........the results speak for themselves and let's be honest, I havent gotten a real win in a long ass time. I mean, I was knocked unconscious and retired by Little Naitch. I was beaten to an inch of my life and forced to say I quit by Jonathan Michaels. Hell, the last time you saw me in a real match was when I was teaming with Colt and LN against DR Jackson and The Truth Coalition. That didnt end well as I was the first person pinned after I got superkicked by Yellow Jacket, who apparently had a bad leg. But I know people are wondering what is going to happen next.
The answer sadly is...........I go back to being CEO and work behind the scenes.
*The crowd boos in disappointment at this news.*
Seth: I know, I know.............it would be better if I just decided to just say "what the hell" and unretire. But that would be shirking responsibilities that have been bestowed upon me almost a year now and returning to the ring full time would be a complete middle finger to the man who beat me fair and square, Little Naitch. But I will tell you all this, as soon as my job as CEO is done and as soon as Little Naitch gives me the okay, I will return full time because despite it being awesome to have the power, nothing beats the greatness that comes with being in this very ring.
Now I could just say I did this match all on my own, but that would not be true so right now, I would like to call out the man who despite not beating me, earned my respect. Viva, come on out and get the handshake you so rightly earned.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Sept 28, 2010 12:41:09 GMT -5
Let me introduce myself. The name is Ryan Blood--not a ring name, not a pseudonym, it's the name on my birth certificate. There was another guy named Blood in this business years ago, but he decided to water himself down for the masses and call himself "Ricky Steamboat".
Not that I'm comparing myself to Steamboat, mind you; in addition to not using a lame-ass last name because "Oh noes, we can't have 'blood' of any kind on a wrestling program, won't somebody PLEASE think of the children?!", in the ring I am far better than Ricky Steamboat in his prime. I would prove it if somebody invented a time machine and let me go back...what, thirty, forty years? Alls I know is the guy's ****in' ancient. Well, that's on my "to-do" list, for whenever I get a time machine and can travel back to the old timey times and kick Ricky Steamboat's ass from pillar to post to guardrail to ringsteps to concession stand.
Until then, I'll just have to prove my greatness against the current generation. Since I signed with this promotion, I've heard a lot of talk about new guys and old guys, about having to work your way up, about having to earn your spot. Pardon my French, but **** that ****. I'm not kissing anybody's ass, I'm not carrying anybody's bags, I'm not going to beg for anything, and I'm not going to wait. I'm giving the entire WWCF fair warning: people may not have heard of me yet, but they will soon, and no matter who you are there is an excellent chance that people will hear of me because of what I end up doing to you. I'm still making up my mind about who my first opponent will be.
I might take on Starshine, to prove that I'm the superior Ryan around here.
I might set my sights on TTS, since judging by last night it's clear why that guy calls himself a tag team specialist: put him in a singles match and he ends up counting the lights, even when he's got the help of a whole buttload of guys outside the ring.
I could take on that Hangman person, get my winning streak started with him. People always seem impressed when you beat up a big guy. I don't know why; it's not really that hard.
Or maybe I focus on somebody who holds some gold: Whitey Fats, who didn't prove anything last night except that he can't win crap right now until his opponent's been hit by somebody else's finisher. I just got here, Fats, but I'm more worthy to hold that belt than you are.
Speaking of champions, I know what you're thinking: could this audacious young newcomer to the World WrestleCrap Federation be arrogant enough to think that he's got the right to a title match against the holder of the big belt, the current World WrestleCrap Federation Heavyweight Champion? Two words: Damn. Right.
Whoever I decide to make a name off of, ignoring the problem and hoping it will go away will not be an option for you. Because as soon as my mind's made up, if you don't accept my challenge I will run in on your matches, I will kick your ass in the back, I will pretty much do everything in my power to make your life hell until I get what I want. Nothing personal. I just thought you should know. *smirk*
But...maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. After all, there's one championship that's just sitting there begging for somebody to claim it: the WWCF Tag Titles. And if I'm entered in the tournament next week, I have an idea of who I'd like to tag with: Johnny Stone.
Mr. Stone, as you can see I'm not the kind of guy who minces words, and as I can see neither are you. Both of us are new here, and both of us want to make an impact ASAP. So here's the deal: form a tag team with me and we'll win ourselves a tournament and a couple of championship belts. Just wait until after the matches to tap those kegs, is all I ask. Or, if you think I'm only asking you because I'd rather have you on my side than facing you in singles competition, then fair enough: in that case, I'll make you another offer to face me in a singles match. Your call...
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El Dandy
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Post by Fiddleford H. McGucket on Sept 28, 2010 13:48:45 GMT -5
~Yarr~
Monday is the beginning of a new era in Tag team wrestling.....the first (To my knowledge anyway) Tag Team Tournement in the WWCF and all eyes arrrrr on me. People are wonderin' who I've chosen as the replacement for the vanished Dreamwarrior. Well.....I've made me decision. A bright new Rookie named.......THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY!
He's an untested prospect I know, but I have faith in 'im, and as my loyal first mate we're gonna dominate the Tag Team Division.
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Post by hossfan on Sept 28, 2010 16:07:06 GMT -5
*Caleb Fourchon is sitting in the locker room of the Parts Unknown Arena with his Money in the Bank or Bust briefcase. He is attacking the case's lock with a hammer. Fred G. Neric and a cameraman approach him cautiously.*
Caleb (head snapping up): Whut you want?
Fred: Well, I, uhm, to congratulate you on your win last night at Gookermania.
*Caleb stares at Fred blankly.*
Fred: Er, do you have any thoughts you want to share with the WWCF Galaxy about your match? Or any other matches on the card?
Caleb (shrugs): Ah feel bad Jonathan Michaels lose to Damn Right Jackson and not become Heavyweight Champion. JoNo put up a good fight, but Jackson un monstre.
Fred: You're in competition against the WWCF champ next Monday NiteRaw. This is after weeks of you attacking Jackson and interfering with his matches, up to and including his Gookermania match with the Hardcore Hearthrob.
Caleb (smirking): Yeah, Jackson got plenty reason to be mad wit' me. Monday night he git one more when Ah stretch him out like Roman taffy.
*Fourchon goes to smash the briefcase with his hammer again.*
Fred: You don't want to do that. Um, sir. The Money in the Bank or Bust cases aren't supposed to be opened before next week's NiteRaw. In fact, I'm pretty sure the rules say if they are the person responsible is in violation of his contract and will be automatically fired. You're going to have to wait until Monday to find out what's inside. Mister Fourchon. Sir.
Caleb: Oh. (looks at briefcase for a long time) You think the Arena Hospital have one of dem X-ray machines?
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Sept 28, 2010 16:40:41 GMT -5
*Caleb Fourchon is sitting in the locker room of the Parts Unknown Arena with his Money in the Bank or Bust briefcase. He is attacking the case's lock with a hammer. Fred G. Neric and a cameraman approach him cautiously.* Caleb (head snapping up): Whut you want?Fred: Well, I, uhm, to congratulate you on your win last night at Gookermania. *Caleb stares at Fred blankly.* Fred: Er, do you have any thoughts you want to share with the WWCF Galaxy about your match? Or any other matches on the card? Caleb (shrugs): Ah feel bad Jonathan Michaels lose to Damn Right Jackson and not become Heavyweight Champion. JoNo put up a good fight, but Jackson un monstre. Fred: You're in competition against the WWCF champ next Monday NiteRaw. This is after weeks of you attacking Jackson and interfering with his matches, up to and including his Gookermania match with the Hardcore Hearthrob. Caleb (smirking): Yeah, Jackson got plenty reason to be mad wit' me. Monday night he git one more when Ah stretch him out like Roman taffy.*Fourchon goes to smash the briefcase with his hammer again.* Fred: You don't want to do that. Um, sir. The Money in the Bank or Bust cases aren't supposed to be opened before next week's NiteRaw. In fact, I'm pretty sure the rules say if they are the person responsible is in violation of his contract and will be automatically fired. You're going to have to wait until Monday to find out what's inside. Mister Fourchon. Sir. Caleb: Oh. (looks at briefcase for a long time) You think the Arena Hospital have one of dem X-ray machines?*Seth Drakin comes up to Caleb* Seth: Few problem with that idea. All of the briefcases a piece of paper on them. X-Ray Machines will only show that there is exactly a piece of paper in there. Trust me since I bought one of those briefcases before.
Plus if you try to open them forcefully without the keys that I have.....you might get a nasty suprise in them.
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Viva
Dennis Stamp
THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Sept 28, 2010 18:10:16 GMT -5
*"Master Of Puppets" plays as the CEO of WWCF Seth Drakin comes out to a huge ovation. He smiles as he enters the ring and grabs a mic.* Seth: You know, it may be lost in all of the corporate situation.....but damn is it good to get a victory in front of all of you again.*The crowd cheers loudly. Seth is about to continue, when he is stopped by a "You still got it" chant. Seth goes to the corner and has to collect his composure for a minute before continuing.* Seth: You dont know how good it is for me to hear that because despite the swagger I have shown, I honestly didn't know if I still had it. Hell, I could have talked all the talk I wanted, but as you know........the results speak for themselves and let's be honest, I havent gotten a real win in a long ass time. I mean, I was knocked unconscious and retired by Little Naitch. I was beaten to an inch of my life and forced to say I quit by Jonathan Michaels. Hell, the last time you saw me in a real match was when I was teaming with Colt and LN against DR Jackson and The Truth Coalition. That didnt end well as I was the first person pinned after I got superkicked by Yellow Jacket, who apparently had a bad leg. But I know people are wondering what is going to happen next.
The answer sadly is...........I go back to being CEO and work behind the scenes. *The crowd boos in disappointment at this news.* Seth: I know, I know.............it would be better if I just decided to just say "what the hell" and unretire. But that would be shirking responsibilities that have been bestowed upon me almost a year now and returning to the ring full time would be a complete middle finger to the man who beat me fair and square, Little Naitch. But I will tell you all this, as soon as my job as CEO is done and as soon as Little Naitch gives me the okay, I will return full time because despite it being awesome to have the power, nothing beats the greatness that comes with being in this very ring.
Now I could just say I did this match all on my own, but that would not be true so right now, I would like to call out the man who despite not beating me, earned my respect. Viva, come on out and get the handshake you so rightly earned. *Paparazzi (Metal Version) hits and Viva shuts the Paparazzi down instantly. No time for pictures, he heads to the ring, steps under the top rope, stands in front of Drakin, shakes his hand and grabs the mic.* You know, that's all I wanted, Seth. Respect as a top tier athlete, and respect as a habitual title contender. I never got it before tonight, but you gave it to me last night after our match, and just right now.
You know, they call you the king of mind games, and in a way, they're right. We went back and forth, Seth, but when it was all said and done, you had me stuck directly in your web for the better half of five months. You had me right where you wanted me, out of the title scene and out of any position where I could strike and raise my stock. I now see that I was nothing more than a pawn in your game.
You got exactly what you wanted, man, and I was stupid enough to let it happen. Not anymore. Heavy Metal Hollywood has unfortunately been disbanded, a move that was a long time coming, and I've come to terms with the fact that I don't need your approval. The handshake, the show of respect was enough. I know you respect me as a competitor. What's done is done. You won last night, and I get the feeling that if we fought 9 more times, it would be an even 5-5 split between us. Last night, the coin flip landed in your favor. You're a competitor, and I didn't take you lightly. You were just better last night, which says a lot considering how long you've been out of action. Well done.
And this isn't an insult when I say it, but you're no longer worth my time. I have my eyes on bigger prizes, and that's why I walked out and I made my motives clear. I didn't intend to start an epic brawl, but that's what happened. Now, more than ever, people are hungry for that belt, and I think it's time you appease them.
Me, specifically though. If you recall, I won stable wars. I know it was long ago, but I remember you teasing a prize for the winner of such a conquest. I'd like a title shot, please. It's time for Damn Right Jackson to end up on page six. I'm gonna make him famous. Famous for losing that belt.
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Sept 28, 2010 18:43:06 GMT -5
*"Master Of Puppets" plays as the CEO of WWCF Seth Drakin comes out to a huge ovation. He smiles as he enters the ring and grabs a mic.* Seth: You know, it may be lost in all of the corporate situation.....but damn is it good to get a victory in front of all of you again.*The crowd cheers loudly. Seth is about to continue, when he is stopped by a "You still got it" chant. Seth goes to the corner and has to collect his composure for a minute before continuing.* Seth: You dont know how good it is for me to hear that because despite the swagger I have shown, I honestly didn't know if I still had it. Hell, I could have talked all the talk I wanted, but as you know........the results speak for themselves and let's be honest, I havent gotten a real win in a long ass time. I mean, I was knocked unconscious and retired by Little Naitch. I was beaten to an inch of my life and forced to say I quit by Jonathan Michaels. Hell, the last time you saw me in a real match was when I was teaming with Colt and LN against DR Jackson and The Truth Coalition. That didnt end well as I was the first person pinned after I got superkicked by Yellow Jacket, who apparently had a bad leg. But I know people are wondering what is going to happen next.
The answer sadly is...........I go back to being CEO and work behind the scenes. *The crowd boos in disappointment at this news.* Seth: I know, I know.............it would be better if I just decided to just say "what the hell" and unretire. But that would be shirking responsibilities that have been bestowed upon me almost a year now and returning to the ring full time would be a complete middle finger to the man who beat me fair and square, Little Naitch. But I will tell you all this, as soon as my job as CEO is done and as soon as Little Naitch gives me the okay, I will return full time because despite it being awesome to have the power, nothing beats the greatness that comes with being in this very ring.
Now I could just say I did this match all on my own, but that would not be true so right now, I would like to call out the man who despite not beating me, earned my respect. Viva, come on out and get the handshake you so rightly earned. *Paparazzi (Metal Version) hits and Viva shuts the Paparazzi down instantly. No time for pictures, he heads to the ring, steps under the top rope, stands in front of Drakin, shakes his hand and grabs the mic.* You know, that's all I wanted, Seth. Respect as a top tier athlete, and respect as a habitual title contender. I never got it before tonight, but you gave it to me last night after our match, and just right now.
You know, they call you the king of mind games, and in a way, they're right. We went back and forth, Seth, but when it was all said and done, you had me stuck directly in your web for the better half of five months. You had me right where you wanted me, out of the title scene and out of any position where I could strike and raise my stock. I now see that I was nothing more than a pawn in your game.
You got exactly what you wanted, man, and I was stupid enough to let it happen. Not anymore. Heavy Metal Hollywood has unfortunately been disbanded, a move that was a long time coming, and I've come to terms with the fact that I don't need your approval. The handshake, the show of respect was enough. I know you respect me as a competitor. What's done is done. You won last night, and I get the feeling that if we fought 9 more times, it would be an even 5-5 split between us. Last night, the coin flip landed in your favor. You're a competitor, and I didn't take you lightly. You were just better last night, which says a lot considering how long you've been out of action. Well done.
And this isn't an insult when I say it, but you're no longer worth my time. I have my eyes on bigger prizes, and that's why I walked out and I made my motives clear. I didn't intend to start an epic brawl, but that's what happened. Now, more than ever, people are hungry for that belt, and I think it's time you appease them.
Me, specifically though. If you recall, I won stable wars. I know it was long ago, but I remember you teasing a prize for the winner of such a conquest. I'd like a title shot, please. It's time for Damn Right Jackson to end up on page six. I'm gonna make him famous. Famous for losing that belt. Seth: I do understand you would like that title shot, but Boiler Room Brawler was correct that I did promise him a title shot in the Chamber Of Horrors.
However so you dont think that I dont hold any hard feelings, I will talk to the board and we will determine if the Chamber of Horrors can have more than two competitors.
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Viva
Dennis Stamp
THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Sept 28, 2010 18:46:18 GMT -5
*Paparazzi (Metal Version) hits and Viva shuts the Paparazzi down instantly. No time for pictures, he heads to the ring, steps under the top rope, stands in front of Drakin, shakes his hand and grabs the mic.* You know, that's all I wanted, Seth. Respect as a top tier athlete, and respect as a habitual title contender. I never got it before tonight, but you gave it to me last night after our match, and just right now.
You know, they call you the king of mind games, and in a way, they're right. We went back and forth, Seth, but when it was all said and done, you had me stuck directly in your web for the better half of five months. You had me right where you wanted me, out of the title scene and out of any position where I could strike and raise my stock. I now see that I was nothing more than a pawn in your game.
You got exactly what you wanted, man, and I was stupid enough to let it happen. Not anymore. Heavy Metal Hollywood has unfortunately been disbanded, a move that was a long time coming, and I've come to terms with the fact that I don't need your approval. The handshake, the show of respect was enough. I know you respect me as a competitor. What's done is done. You won last night, and I get the feeling that if we fought 9 more times, it would be an even 5-5 split between us. Last night, the coin flip landed in your favor. You're a competitor, and I didn't take you lightly. You were just better last night, which says a lot considering how long you've been out of action. Well done.
And this isn't an insult when I say it, but you're no longer worth my time. I have my eyes on bigger prizes, and that's why I walked out and I made my motives clear. I didn't intend to start an epic brawl, but that's what happened. Now, more than ever, people are hungry for that belt, and I think it's time you appease them.
Me, specifically though. If you recall, I won stable wars. I know it was long ago, but I remember you teasing a prize for the winner of such a conquest. I'd like a title shot, please. It's time for Damn Right Jackson to end up on page six. I'm gonna make him famous. Famous for losing that belt. Seth: I do understand you would like that title shot, but Boiler Room Brawler was correct that I did promise him a title shot in the Chamber Of Horrors.
However so you dont think that I dont hold any hard feelings, I will talk to the board and we will determine if the Chamber of Horrors can have more than two competitors. I'm willing to wait my turn. I just want my shot. You've awakened a beast within me, and I'm ready to make the WWCF mine again, like it was before I ever let you destroy my goals and keep me transfixed on your respect.
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Post by Jackson "The Cool" Carter on Sept 28, 2010 19:03:01 GMT -5
I Made It (Cash Money Heroes)
The crowd breaks into a cheer as the WWCF Champion steps out in his white suit, title draped over his shoulder and walking with a very noticible limp.
DR Jackson: It's a tough life for a champion, just hours after my successful defense against the Hardcore Heartthrob, I have people lining up to get their hands on the Black Dynasty.
Caleb has his match next week, BRB is getting his shot at the belt next month. A man who lost his biggest match of his career in Viva now wants a shot... and here's Seth Drakin wanting to give me more opponents!
You know what? Bring it on! Bring the all on!
The crowd cheer loudly for this.
DR Jackson: I am the Black Dynasty, the WWCF Heavyweight Champion. I am the figure head of my Era of Attiutude, I built my career on over coming the greatest adversities. Without anyones help!
Me and Viva have some unfinished business anyway... so bring it! Make it happen!
Neither Enemy Nor Friend... just another chapter in this Era of Attitude... DAMN RIGHT!
Jackson drops his mic and walks to the back. The crowd cheers him on as his music plays...
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Viva
Dennis Stamp
THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Sept 28, 2010 20:31:01 GMT -5
I Made It (Cash Money Heroes)Caleb has his match next week, BRB is getting his shot at the belt next month. A man who lost his biggest match of his career in Viva now wants a shot... and here's Seth Drakin wanting to give me more opponents!
You know what? Bring it on! Bring the all on! Wow. This latest example of "When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong" has me in stitches. Jackso, let me ask you a question... buddy. How in six pound eight ounce baby Jesus' name was that the... "Most important match of my career?" How?! Honestly? You could make a case that it was a statement match, which it was, and I got what I wanted. I may not have come out on top, but I've fought for much more important things, pal. Every match I fought as champion was more important than my statement match against Seth. The man is a former champion, and while he may have been out of action for a bit, I feel like I've lost nothing in my loss to him. I learned something. I've become greater, more focus. I am prepared.
Now, if you fear me, bro, that's a different story. I get it. I've already experienced three times as much as you, and I'm still a spring chicken. I'm still here, baby, and I've just added to my arsenal. I whooped that ass of yours for my King of Wrestlecrap crown, and I'll do it again. If you want me to bring it, just keep singin' pal. Just keep singing. I'm here, buddy. I'm ready.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Sept 28, 2010 20:46:50 GMT -5
BRB: Wait, I have to face Jackson by myself? Like, one on one? Mano e mano? Oh crap...
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Post by General Adam on Sept 28, 2010 21:26:08 GMT -5
Well here I am Bingo. The WWCF. This is where my journey begins.
*Bingo grunts*
What are you talking about Bingo? I never wrestled in the WWCF before.
*Bingo grunts*
That's nonsense Bingo. Quit talking nonsense. Anyway there this pirate guy that wants to be my tag team partner, and why not. Monkeys and pirates always go together. Like cake and ice cream, peanut butter and jelly, and more analogies that I can't think of right now. Anyway I can't wait. Come on Bingo we have some training to do.
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Had one once
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Sept 28, 2010 22:44:50 GMT -5
*As Johnny Stone comes home from a sparring session with Basco the Wrestling Bear, his wife Laverne comes up to him*Laverne: Hey Johnny Boy, the WWCF people sent you an email about some tag team tournament.Ah, thanks dearie. Where's that piece'o'crap computer then? Ah, here it is. Ugh, I hate this dumb thing, never workds at all, ya know.
*After an hour of trying to log in, several curse words, and a helpful Dell empolyee's advice, Stone finanly gets the computer working*
Stupid f***in' thing, never works when you want it too, urgh. Oh, wait, here be the message. Seems it's from a new guy, too, eh? Well, let's see here:Let me introduce myself. The name is Ryan Blood--not a ring name, not a pseudonym, it's the name on my birth certificate. There was another guy named Blood in this business years ago, but he decided to water himself down for the masses and call himself "Ricky Steamboat".
Not that I'm comparing myself to Steamboat, mind you; in addition to not using a lame-ass last name because "Oh noes, we can't have 'blood' of any kind on a wrestling program, won't somebody PLEASE think of the children?!", in the ring I am far better than Ricky Steamboat in his prime. I would prove it if somebody invented a time machine and let me go back...what, thirty, forty years? Alls I know is the guy's ****in' ancient. Well, that's on my "to-do" list, for whenever I get a time machine and can travel back to the old timey times and kick Ricky Steamboat's ass from pillar to post to guardrail to ringsteps to concession stand.
Until then, I'll just have to prove my greatness against the current generation. Since I signed with this promotion, I've heard a lot of talk about new guys and old guys, about having to work your way up, about having to earn your spot. Pardon my French, but **** that ****. I'm not kissing anybody's ass, I'm not carrying anybody's bags, I'm not going to beg for anything, and I'm not going to wait. I'm giving the entire WWCF fair warning: people may not have heard of me yet, but they will soon, and no matter who you are there is an excellent chance that people will hear of me because of what I end up doing to you. I'm still making up my mind about who my first opponent will be. Ho ho ho! He's quite the up-and-comer, eh? All righty, seems the next couple of paragraphs aren't that important, so skip that....Hmm, he is brash, but seems to have a good head upon his shoulders. Now, let's try to type a responce.
*After many typos, Laverne comes in to help Dictate this*
Dear Ryan Blood,
I have read your message on the WWCF website. You seem to know what you want, and certainly have the balls to achieve it. I shall team with you in this hear tournament. I await any responses you may or may not have.
*Tuns to Laverne*
All right, that's fine and dandy. Now, my dear, if you excuse me, I have to make sure Basco hasn't gotten into the vodka again. Damn Russians, it's like candy to them....
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Sept 29, 2010 15:37:01 GMT -5
(Somewhere in rural Canada, Fred G. Neric and a camera crew approach scenic Lake Mr. X. On the shore of this lake stand Johnny Stone and Ryan Blood. They are currently engaged in an animated conversation about something or other. There is a bear sleeping nearby, but not for long--the conversation wakes it up and, after seeming to glare at the newly formed tag team of Blood & Stone for making so much noise, it ambles away to find a better snoozing spot.)
BLOOD: ...How much experience does that bear of yours have at fighting off monkey attacks? It may come up...
FRED (running up): Excuse me, gentlemen...
BLOOD: What is it, Neric? We're strategizing.
FRED: I just wanted to get your thoughts on your upcoming match against TTS and Blackout.
BLOOD (grinning): Oh, in that case, let me speak directly to the parties involved. The Man In Black and the Black...uh...Out. Damn, this promo isn't off to a great start. Sometimes I wish I could take a Mulligan, and I'm not talking about the pirate, I'm talking about the golf thing. Where was I...?
Oh yeah! TTS! It looks like I won't have to wait too long to prove that I'm more than just talk, since you were one of the guys I called out and, wouldn't you know it, in just five days we'll be opponents. If that acronym means anything, tag team wrestling is your specialty. Not voodoo, not law, not being a redneck and Jamaican simultaneously, not the use of compromising photos against pitiful jobbers to coerce them into doing your bidding, but tag team wrestling. I must have a different idea of the word "specialist" than you. Me, I specialize in fighting, and I'm damn good at it. And so is Stone here. And on Monday Night, we'll prove that you so-called Human Hate Machines are only human, will have good reason to hate yourselves after you get beaten and embarrassed by the newest and most dangerous arrivals in WWCF, and that as far as machines go both of you are as broken down and obsolete as the victrola.
But don't think I forgot about you, Blackout, even though that would be very easy. Or is it Cage King? How about I just call you Loser; that works. So, Loser, you're from the streets and you rap and you were in a gang and...*yawn*...I'm sorry, I've heard this story so many times that hearing it works like anesthesia on me by now. I must have faced and beaten fourteen guys with the same story who act the same way in other promotions, mainly because they were just as predictable inside the ring as they were outside of it. I don't see any reason why you'll be any different, unless you constantly shift personalities throughout the match. That'll at least make it interesting.
(Ryan turns to face Johnny Stone)
BLOOD: Johnny, you got anything to add?
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Johnny B. Decent
Patti Mayonnaise
Had one once
Everybody's Favorite Arizonian.
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Sept 29, 2010 16:15:13 GMT -5
(Somewhere in rural Canada, Fred G. Neric and a camera crew approach scenic Lake Mr. X. On the shore of this lake stand Johnny Stone and Ryan Blood. They are currently engaged in an animated conversation about something or other. There is a bear sleeping nearby, but not for long--the conversation wakes it up and, after seeming to glare at the newly formed tag team of Blood & Stone for making so much noise, it ambles away to find a better snoozing spot.) BLOOD: ...How much experience does that bear of yours have at fighting off monkey attacks? It may come up...FRED (running up): Excuse me, gentlemen...BLOOD: What is it, Neric? We're strategizing.FRED: I just wanted to get your thoughts on your upcoming match against TTS and Blackout.BLOOD (grinning): Oh, in that case, let me speak directly to the parties involved. The Man In Black and the Black...uh...Out. Damn, this promo isn't off to a great start. Sometimes I wish I could take a Mulligan, and I'm not talking about the pirate, I'm talking about the golf thing. Where was I...?Oh yeah! TTS! It looks like I won't have to wait too long to prove that I'm more than just talk, since you were one of the guys I called out and, wouldn't you know it, in just five days we'll be opponents. If that acronym means anything, tag team wrestling is your specialty. Not voodoo, not law, not being a redneck and Jamaican simultaneously, not the use of compromising photos against pitiful jobbers to coerce them into doing your bidding, but tag team wrestling. I must have a different idea of the word "specialist" than you. Me, I specialize in fighting, and I'm damn good at it. And so is Stone here. And on Monday Night, we'll prove that you so-called Human Hate Machines are only human, will have good reason to hate yourselves after you get beaten and embarrassed by the newest and most dangerous arrivals in WWCF, and that as far as machines go both of you are as broken down and obsolete as the victrola.But don't think I forgot about you, Blackout, even though that would be very easy. Or is it Cage King? How about I just call you Loser; that works. So, Loser, you're from the streets and you rap and you were in a gang and...*yawn*...I'm sorry, I've heard this story so many times that hearing it works like anesthesia on me by now. I must have faced and beaten fourteen guys with the same story who act the same way in other promotions, mainly because they were just as predictable inside the ring as they were outside of it. I don't see any reason why you'll be any different, unless you constantly shift personalities throughout the match. That'll at least make it interesting.(Ryan turns to face Johnny Stone) BLOOD: Johnny, you got anything to add? Well, let me see here........
Ah yes, so in our first matches here, they send us against the B-Team, eh? Well, that's fine with me at any rate. Now, you fellas listen close-like: I don't care what names you go by and what tricks you bring, me and Blood here will crush you like a dried-out twig, yup. And that's all I have to say right now 'bout that.
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Shannon Gay
Bubba Ho-Tep
WWCF Superstar, WBW Ring Announcer, and MB69RatedR on YouTube
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Post by Shannon Gay on Sept 29, 2010 21:18:19 GMT -5
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Sept 30, 2010 14:30:48 GMT -5
BRB: Wait, I have to face Jackson by myself? Like, one on one? Mano e mano? Oh crap... BRB: I will not be ignored! Didn't the original match have, like, five guys or something? C'mon, I know I was booked for this, but... but...
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Post by Jackson "The Cool" Carter on Sept 30, 2010 19:52:54 GMT -5
BRB: Wait, I have to face Jackson by myself? Like, one on one? Mano e mano? Oh crap... BRB: I will not be ignored! Didn't the original match have, like, five guys or something? C'mon, I know I was booked for this, but... but... DR Jackson: BRB, we've put on some phenominal matches together in the past. Both hardcore and straight-up onefall. You always knew how to take me to limit...
I just hope we get a bit of the old BRB back by then... because I know you have what it takes to make this Main Event something special... However if you walk into that ring, the way you are now...
You mightn't even be worth The Black Dynasty's time...
Neither Enemy Nor Friend... just pity... Damn Right!
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Post by Topher is Human on Sept 30, 2010 20:29:02 GMT -5
THE PRIDE AND STORY by Colt
Last Monday, GookerMania, we saw the two White Knights do battle in an epic mat classic, and when the smoke cleared it was the resident reporter standing tall over musical maven, courtesy of a Final Thought.
However that match was but a skirmish for the fans delight... the real Story is beginning now. After doing battle, the Pride and Story are back witb Tag Team Gold on our minds. We've faced and defeated all the top teams this company has to offer, we even beat the former champs in a non-title affair. We've entered the tourny and scored a bye into the next round and we welcome however advances.
This company was built around me, it evolved around Jazzman and soon it will grow around Pride and Story.
Who knows, wr could go on and re-run this company, with the tag titles being the headliner... and there is your Story on Page One
Posted via Samsung Wave Mobile Colt, reporter on the go...
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Sept 30, 2010 21:50:36 GMT -5
BRB: Wait, I have to face Jackson by myself? Like, one on one? Mano e mano? Oh crap... BRB: I will not be ignored! Didn't the original match have, like, five guys or something? C'mon, I know I was booked for this, but... but... Seth: The reality is......when I said you would get to be in the Chamber of Horrors, which is for the World Title. I never said you would face the champion one on one. You just assumed because we did it in the past, you would face the champ mano e mano. You do know what assumptions tend to do?
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