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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Mar 15, 2011 20:30:04 GMT -5
Okay, got the match done and sent in finally.
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Mar 15, 2011 20:52:14 GMT -5
so we might have a show yet tonight?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2011 20:54:26 GMT -5
so we might have a show yet tonight? Yes. Yes we will.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2011 23:34:25 GMT -5
Tuesday NiteRaw March 15th, 2011
We cut to a dark and stormy night, The Devil Wears Prada's "Salvation" eerily plays in the background...
We see an old run down, dilapidated church. Inside the church we see many Pantheon Followers sitting on the old, broken benches, one of them looks up, revealing himself to be Colt. He is wearing a blood-red hooded cape, and a white Phantom of the Opera mask, with black marking on it, exaggerating facial facial features, like a Renaissance performance mask.
In just over a month, we step into Thunderdome. The Pantheon band together to take on three of the toughest men that WWCF have to offer, all for the WWCF Championship. And Fate is on our side...
The Champion, "Damn Right" Jackson has been a thorn in our side for quite a while now. However the Pantheon have also showed him what we are capable of, so despite the fact he has managed to hold on to that WWCF Championship for so long... He should know full well what he's about to step into.
Thunderdome is where it all ends for you. Thunderdome is you getting exactly what you want. Thunderdome is Pantheon getting exactly what we want.
However, there is one last bump in the road... You see there is a PPV coming up. Muppets take WWCF. And at the PPV, Jackson must defend his title. So imagine if he were to lose? He would no longer get to step inside Thunderdome, the perfect storm would be all for nothing.
So I have an idea, there has been only one man to successfully defeat Jackson in 9 months... And that man is me, the White Knight. So I brought this idea to the WWCF Board of the directors, a way where they could still have a a big time main event for the Muppets take WWCF, without jeopardizing their their perfect storm Thunderdome.
And despite all our issues, CEO Seth Drakin saw what I saw and couldn't resist...
It gets to the part of the song where it starts to get faster and heavier, thunderstorms go off to the speed of the riffs and Colt slowly raises his head up, grabbing his mask
It will be The Black Dynasty defending his title against The White Knight, "Damn Right" Jackson vs Colt. That way, win or lose, Thunderdome goes untainted. However, it's not going to be a normal match... no I have much more in mind. A match we haven't seen here in the WWCF for almost two years.
The match that made me famous, the match that gave me this mask... The match that simply changed everything...
The Phantom of the Opera match!
Colt takes off his mask and he stares at it, just as the vocal finale of the song kicks in. To the riff of the music, we see it cut to clips of the two previous Phantom of the Opera matches.
"Damn Right" Jackson, this mask. is. your. FATE!
Hoss - Welcome to Tuesday NiteRaw! Gorilla Tim Hoss here alongside Jesse King! We’ve just hear Colt lay down the challenge for Muppets Take WWCF, a Phantom of the Opera match for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship!
King - This is Colt’s signature match, Gorilla. This is the match that launched Colt to the top!
Hoss - Indeed it is. And we understand that while DR Jackson is not here tonight, a crew is in West Philadelphia, covering his homecoming. We will attempt to reach them tonight and hopefully get word from the Champion himself if this match will indeed happen!
King - But don’t forget, Gorilla! It’s a Championship night here on NiteRaw!
Hoss - Indeed, two big title matches, both the Championship of Honor and the World Tag Team Championships are at stake! But speaking of Champions and title matches, at Muppets Take WWCF, Cageking will defend the Inter-Forum Championship against Jeremy Grave in a sealed cage match!
King - And standing by with comments on that match is the challenger, Jeremy Grave!
CageKing, you think just because you beat me twice it means I'm not worthy to face you? Let's see...
The first match we had, you didn't beat me, you won by countout.
The second match, I pinned you in the middle of the ring.
The third match, you won because the Panthenon took me out when I was about to make you tap.
My time is coming CageKing, and in 3 weeks, you're just going to fall victim to Natural Selection.
Hoss - And last week, Cageking interfered in Stryker’s match with Grave, HELPING Grave achieve victory! Tonight, Stryker looks for payback against the Inter-Forum Champion!
Non-Title match: Stryker V. Cageking
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
*Bagpipes*
Stryker appears at the top of the ramp and make his way down the ramp stretching his neck and limbering up.
MM: On his way to the ring, from the WWCF HALL OF FAME, weighing in at 240 POUNDS....STRRRRYKER DARK SIIIIIILEEEEENCE!!
Stryker wipes his feet on the apron and steps into the ring, unbuckling his kilt.
*Ecstacy of Gold*
MM: AAAAAAAND his opponent! From THE CITY OF ANGELS, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, weighing in at 296 POUUUUNDS, HE IS THE CURRENT AND REIGNING INTER-FORUM CHAMPIOOOOON, CAAAAAAAAGEKIIIIIIIIIING!
Hoss: A real potential grudge match here King! CageKing cost Stryker his match against Jeremy Grave last week!
King: Stryker getting a taste of his own medicine and losing the match due to interference Gorilla!
CageKing steps through the ropes and is immediately rushed by Stryker who starts throwing clubbing blows, chops and elbows, backing the stunned CK into the corner. Stryker follows up with a series of Palm Strikes, but soon starts using closed fists and the referee intervenes. Stryker stays on CK refusing to break until the ref counts 5 and steps between. CK pushes Stryker away and steps out of the corner, walking up to Stryker and jawing away. Stryker steps in and SLAPS CK, who double legs Stryker in retaliation and starts throwing punches of his own. The ref steps in again and seperates the two men with a clean break.
Hoss: This is in danger of turning into an all out streetfight!
Stryker is back on his feet and the two men circle before CK goes for a lockup and his caught with a THUMB TO THE EYE!! Stryker is back on CK with a flurry of blows. A stiff shot to the gut causes CK to double over before Stryker hits a kneelift sending CK onto his back, but he kicks back to his feet before Stryker can capitalise. CK rubs his forehead where the knee struck and Stryker takes the opportunity to charge, but CK is quick enough to bail to the outside.
Stryker waves CK back in, but CK simply taunts Stryker from the outside. Quickly Stryker bounces off the ropes and comes diving over the top rope BUT IS CAUGHT WITH A DDT AND PLANTED ONTO THE MATS AT RINGSIDE!!
CK is back in the ring while Stryker lays prone on the outside and the ref starts his count. 1......2......3......
Hoss: Stryker looks in danger of being counted out for the second week in a row!!
4.....5......6 Stryker starts to stir, pushing up onto his hands and knees. CK stands in the ring counting along with the referee and posing for the crowd. 7.....8......STRYKER GETS UP ON 9 AND HAULS HIMSELF BACK INTO THE RING, collapsing onto the canvas.
CK is immediately onto Stryker and comes through straight with ROLLING THUNDER ACROSS STRYKER'S BACK!! CK drops the elbow into the small of Stryker's back before dragging him over to the apron and sliding to the outside himself. He lifts Stryker's legs and brings him HARD DOWN ONTO THE APRON!! Stryker reels away, sliding out straight onto his feet, but guarding his back is unable to defend himself and EATS THE CHICK KICK!! Stryker down again on the outside, but CK opts not to leave him for the count this time, hauling him back up and rolling him into the ring.
CK ascends the turnbuckle as Stryker struggles back to his feet and comes off the top, HURRACURANA INTO A PIN 1....2...STRYKER KICKS OUT!! CK is up and dropping knees into Stryker's back again, before hauling him up and positioning him for the FISHERMAN SUPLEX!! ANOTHER KICKOUT AT 2!!
CK smells blood in the water and now stands over Stryker, taunting him and waiting for him to get up for The Overnight Celebrity. Stryker struggles up to his feet...TOC ATTEMPT...STRYKER GRABS CK AND STUMBLES BACKWARDS...BACKDROP TO CK OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!
Stryker collapses down to his knees, clutching his lower back as CK uses the ring apron to pull himself back up to his feet as the 10 count hits 5. Stryker uses the count to catch his breath and is up waiting as CK rolls back into the ring at 8 to break the count before rolling back out to regain his composure, holding the back his head and neck after the sharp landing.
Stryker follows CK out and the pair exchange blows on the outside. He tries to whip CK into the steel steps, but CK reverses, Stryker manages to step up onto the steps and BACKFLIPS OFF OVER CK'S HEAD!! His legs buckle on landing though, feeling it in the small of his back, CK sees an opening and moves in for the DDT, but STRYKER FLAPJACKS CK!!
Stryker pulls CK up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, before following in and looking to lock in the Sleeper. CK is quick to reach and pulls Stryker over with the Snapmare and HITS STRYKER WITH A LOW SPINNING HEEL KICK TO THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD!! Cover...Stryker kicks out at 2!! CK whips Stryker off the ropes as he gets to his feet, drop down BUT GETS CAUGHT WITH ANOTHER FLAPJACK AS HE TRIES TO LEAPFROG HIM ON HIS WAY BACK!! Stryker covers....CK kicks out at 2.
Stryker pounces onto CK as he gets to his feet with another chop and punch flurry out of frustration! The referee intervenes for the third time BUT CK RETURNS THE EARLIER SLAP!! Stryker charges but the two men end up sandwiching the referee who drops to the mat!!
Unmonitored the two men launch into a brawl and begin rolling around the ring throwing punches, elbows and knees, neither getting a clear advantage. CK's nose is bloody and Stryker's right eye is blackened as the two start to really lay the punches in. CK's superior weight tells and he gets into a mount position and begins to lay into Stryker but JEREMY GRAVE STARTS RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP!! CK spots him immediately and rushes to the ropes to halt the sneak attack. The two stare down, but Stryker is getting to his feet and GRABS CK IN A SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP BUT THE REFEREE IS STILL DOWN AND NO COUNT IS MADE!!
The crowd counts 3 but CK kicks out. Stryker tries to pull the referee up...BUT NOW HERE COMES BERGMAN!! Stryker turns to face him, but only just in time for the BFT!!! Bergman slides out of the ring where he is confronted by Grave before security steps between them. The ref stirs...CK COVERS 1...2....3!!!
MM: HERE IS YOUR WINNER....CAAAAAAGEKIIIIIING!!
CK has his arm raised by the referee, BUT IS BLINDSIDED BY GRAVE!! NATURAL SELECTION ON CK!!
Bergman tries to hit the ring again, but Grave fends him off. Stryker struggles up and raises his finger apparently warning Grave, before rolling out and getting the Inter-Forum Championship Belt and giving it to Grave, raising his hand!
Hoss - Is that Stryker’s way of endorsing Grave as the next Champion?
King - I dunno Gorilla. But as good as Grave is, with Cageking’s change of attitude, I can see him holding that title for a long time to come, sealed cage or no sealed cage!
Hoss – Well, up next folks is the return of a man I thought we would never see again. King – Why did you say that like it was a good thing? Hoss – Why shouldn’t I? King – Well there’s one man I would rather have do commentary with me, and it’s none other than The Sam.
(we see a video package of The Sam played to “Ain’t No Grave” by Johnny Cash showing The Sam wresting, managing, commentating, doing promos and assorted highlights. The package ends with The Sam holding the Inter-Forum title.)
Michael Muffer – I have an introduction personally written for me by this next individual. (Muffer opens envelope) “he was the Manager of Champions, he was the greatest color analyst in the history of WWCF, he lead the strongest stable and was the greatest commissioner of all time. And last year, he sealed his legacy by becoming the “greatest Inter-Forum Champion of all time”. Ladies and Gentlemen, fall to your knees and grovel like the pig dogs you are as your demigod returns to shine some light on your sad, pathetic existence and be grateful that he has returned…The Sam” (The Bobs – Fanfare and March starts playing. Out from the curtain comes The Sam dressed in an orange and blue leisure suit, a navy blue turtleneck shirt and a pompadour as the fans boo Sam.) King – On your knees Hoss. It’s The Sam! Hoss – I know who it is. It seems The Sam is a little bit skinnier since the last time we saw him. King – Thanks to his Quiznos diet Hoss. Now shut up and show respect to the Greatest Interforum Champion of all time. (The Sam heads to the ring as the boos rain down on him. The Sam is oblivious to this however as he blows kisses to the fans. The Sam enters the ring and tells Muffer to get out as The Sam poses and taunts. The Sam grabs a microphone.)
The Sam – First off, Muffer, you call that an entrance? Use some enthusiasm next time. Lades and Germs, my name is The Sam and I am the greatest Inter- wait, scratch that…the GREATEST INTER-FORUM CHAMPION OF ALL TIME! Now for the past week, WWCF has been praising my many accomplishments here in WWCF. And rightly so, you see, unlike you fans, I am a living legend here in WWCF. I was here from day 1. I have seen them come and I’ve seen them go. And yet I am still here. Hoss – Like mold. King – Quiet Hoss, he’s talking. The Sam – Now a lot of you have been wondering where I’ve been for the past few months. Some fans speculated that I was fired. Some said I was in rehab. And some of you even said I had died on the way back to my home planet. Well fortunately none of those are true. For those of you that remember, and I doubt any of you remember anything, before I left WWCF I was robbed of my Inter-Forum title. I never lost! Lanny lost! I won! I always win! Speaking of Lanny, we are no longer on speaking terms. Hoss – Sounds like a bad divorce. King – What are you implying? Lanny was always a trouble maker. The Sam – So I was robbed of my title. And I was filled with such wrath. And so instead of endangering the WWCF with my anger I decided to take some time off and reflect. So I called up my good friends at NASA and boarded the next space shuttle out of here. I spent the next few months in the vaccum of space reflecting I realised something. The Inter-Forum title is not worth getting upset over. There are much more important things to worry about in this life…like the WWCF World title. Even though I am the greatest – wait scratch that, the GREATEST INTERFORUM CHAMPION OF ALL TIME! I feel that by the end of 2011, I The Sam, will become, the greatest – wait scratch that, the GREATEST WWCF WORLD CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!! I don’t care who I have to go through to claim my prize. Whether it’s DR Jackson or Colt or even Naitch! I’m calling you out! Give me my title or I will take it. And that, my friends, is my 3 cents. I’m The Sam, and I will be the GREATEST WWCF CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!!!
King – You heard it here first folks. The Sam will become WWCF Champion by the end of the year. Hoss – Talking about it is easier than doing it King. If The Sam wants to prove it he has to do it. King – And you know what? I think he can do it.
Hardcore Championship number one contenders match: Square V. Descent V. King Lodi
TH: So next we have a Hardcore match for No. 1 Contendership to the Hardcore Championship.
JK: I say we get our men in the ring before we continue.
TH: No argument here. Michael Muffer, take it away!
MM: The following match is a Hardcore Match for the Hardcore No. 1 Contendership!
*I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy*
Square walks out onto the stage, makes his signature "S" pose, then walks down the ramp to the ring.
JK: Y'know Gorilla, I think that Square lost his edge since he came back. He needs his mean streak back.
TH: Arguable. I think that he's reinvented himself after having a moment of clarity or two.
MM: Now entering the ring hailing from Preston, England... Weighing in at 210lbs, he is the first contestant: Square!
Square slides into the ring, climbs to a turnbuckle, and hits his pose again.
JK: I think he could have used another one before returning...
MM: And his first opponent...
*Fuhre Mich - Rammstein*
Descent emerges onto the stage, Aleistor Draven behind him. He gazes at the crowd, throws up his hands, and the fireball pyro goes off behind them.
JK: Now this is a more likely winner tonight.
MM: Now entering the ring with his manager Aleistor Draven, weighing 315lbs, Dee... Scent!
Descent and Draven head for the ring, exchanging glares with Square, who gives Descent berth to enter.
TH: Descent is a relative newcomer to the WWCF. He's large and in charge, generally filling the gap that Evil M and Boiler Room Brawler once filled.
JK: Judging from appearances, I think he'll fill that gap quite well. He's the biggest roster member since Titanothere, and he looks like he'll have a most promising mean streak to go with it.
Descent reaches up to the top rope and climbs up to the apron, then crosses over the top rope. Draven stays behind. Descent and Square lock eyes for a moment.
MM: And their opponent...
*Buried - Hypocrisy*
King Lodi saunters down the ramp alone.
JK: Hey, where's King Lodi's girl?
TH: Why? You interested in her or something...
JK: Um... No...
MM: Now entering the ring: weighing 220lbs, he is the 2011 King of Wrestlecrap, King... Lodi... Rulz!
TH: Anyways, Lodi is the brave and brash type. Furthermore he is a masochist. Aleistor Draven would only feed into King Lodi's pleasures.
JK: Right...
King Lodi slides into the ring. Descent stands his ground and glares down at him. Square looks at the two, then to referee John Creed.
TH: Descent challenging the King of Wrestlecrap with a mere glare.
JK: While Square stays out of it.
Square runs over and delivers a standing dropkick to Descent's back. Descent stumbles forward as Lodi rolls out of the way.
JK: Hey!
TH: This is a hardcore match. For those watching at home, that means that there are no disqualifications, no count-outs, and falls count everywhere. It's every man for himself now.
Creed starts the match. The bell rings. Lodi gets to his feet only to meet with a headbutt from Descent. Square backs away and gets ready for Descent's assault.
TH: Square took an early advantage of Descent, but now's the time to be cautious.
Descent turns to face Square and charges for him. Square side steps Descent. Lodi charges for Descent and thrusts his foot out and into Descent's midsection. Descent takes a step back from the impact. Square capitalizes with another standing dropkick to Descent's chest. Descent falls over the top rope to the outside.
TH: Descent over the top rope!
JK: This match is off to a strong start.
Square is back to his feet but is quickly met with punches to his face from Lodi. Lodi Irish whips Square across the ring, then catches him with a drop toe hold to the ropes. Descent is back to his feet outside, and he rummages below the ring for weapons.
TH: Descent ready to kick this match up a notch.
JK: See how Descent dictates the pace of this match? That's why he's a star waiting to burst.
TH: Or something like that.
JK: Yeah, yeah.
Lodi mounts Square from behind and starts choking him out against the ropes. Descent finds a chair and walks around the ring.
TH: Lodi and Square better watch out.
JK: Lodi, look out!
Lodi continues choking Square. Descent bashes the oblivious Lodi. Square rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.
TH: Bad move by Square to the outside.
JK: Get him Descent!
Descent raises the chair to bash Square, but Square rolls under the apron. Lodi stands back up.
TH: Square buying himself some time under the ring.
JK: He better watch out that Descent doesn't pin Lodi while he's "buying time."
TH: Well, King Lodi's back to his feet, so we'll see about that.
Descent slides the chair into the ring, then climbs to the apron. Lodi runs up to Descent and throws punches to his face. Descent fends him off and manages to cross the ropes.
TH: Descent's on the attack!
Lodi backs away from Descent, who goes for the chair. Lodi super-kicks Descent for it. Descent stumbles back while Lodi grabs the chair and bashes him over the head.
TH: King Lodi is turning the tables on Descent.
JK: It won't last.
Descent stumbles back into a corner. Lodi tosses the chair to Descent, who catches it. Lodi follows up with a standing dropkick, but Descent barrels forward, causing Lodi to fall to the mat. Square emerges from the apron with a fire extinguisher.
TH: Square is ready for more action...
Descent circles Lodi. Square tugs on Descent's foot. Descent turns to face Square, and is met with a fire extinguisher blast.
JK: No fair!
TH: Square with a fire extinguisher to Descent!
Square slides into the ring, then bunts the fire extinguisher against the rising Lodi's head. He then raises it in the air and bashes Descent over the head with it. Descent falls to the mat.
JK: Damn that Square!
TH: Square has taken a strong lead in this match.
Square discards the fire extinguisher and then drops down to pin Lodi. Referee John Creed counts one, two, Lodi kicks out.
JK: Whew.
TH: It'll take more than that to take out the sadomasochistic King Lodi.
Square transitions to an armbar onto Lodi. Descent grabs a rope to start getting back up.
JK: An armbar? Does Square know what kind of match he's in tonight?
TH: It was little more than a month ago when King Lodi-
JK: Enough with the "King Lodi" stuff, wouldja? "King Lodi" this, "King Lodi" that. I'm the King, okay?
TH: Sheesh...
Lodi struggles under Square's armbar, but Square uses a free hand to reach for the chair. Descent picks up Square with a dragon sleeper.
JK: Aha! A dragon sleeper from Descent, excellent!
TH: ...
Lodi gets up and throws a low blow to Square. Descent drops Square and takes Lodi down with a clothesline and goes for a pin. Creed counts one, two, Square breaks the pin with a chair shot.
TH: Square breaks the pin.
Descent gets away from Square, who starts standing up, chair still in hand. Lodi turns over and starts getting up himself.
TH: Like a gladiatorial fight to the death, the Hardcore division is not for the weak or the squeamish.
Square swings the chair at Lodi's back, knocking him back down to the mat. Descent charges at Square, grabs his head, and drops down for a jawbreaker. Square stumbles back into the corner. Descent follows up by charging Square again, knocking him to the mat with a Shining Wizard.
TH: Look at the athleticism of Descent.
JK: You're damn right about that, Gorilla. Descent is a monster of a man, but he is not without his prowess.
Lodi picks up the fire extinguisher, then bends Descent over with a thrust to the belly. He drops the fire extinguisher below and follows it up with a DDT to Descent.
TH: King...
JK: Ahem...
TH: Lodi... with a DDT to the fire extinguisher.
Lodi goes for the pin. Creed counts one, two, th-Draven pulls Creed to the outside.
JK: Yes!
TH: Some shenanigans from Descent's manager, Aleistor Draven.
Lodi punches Draven in the face, then kicks him in the midsection. Square picks himself back up from the corner as Descent turns himself over to recover.
TH: A hardcore match can take a lot out of you, but you have to take much more than this to be champion.
Descent starts standing up, only for Square to capitalize with a facebuster back onto the fire extinguisher.
TH: Square with the Dentist's Dream to Descent!
JK: But here comes Lodi!
Lodi is on the apron, but Square turns around and clocks him with the Squareplosion.
TH: Square with his patented discus elbow, the Squareplosion.
Lodi falls onto Aleistor Draven. Descent stirs. Square runs up and soccer kicks Descent in the head. Descent is rocked, twisting onto his back.
JK: Who kicks a man while he's down?
TH: Square holding nothing back tonight with his soccer kick to Descent's cranium!
Square covers for the pin. Creed counts one, two, three!
*I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy*
Square wipes sweat off his brow and stands up, Creed raising his arm. Lodi and Aleistor are shocked from the outside.
MM: Here is your winner by pinfall, and your Number One Contender for the Hardcore Championship: Square!
JK: Such a travesty. A facebuster against a fire extinguisher and a soccer kick to the head, anyone could beat Descent.
TH: Keep rationalizing it all you want, King, but everyone played by the same rules. Square lost to King Lodi in the King of Wrestlecrap tournament, but now he gets a shot at Hardcore Gold.
JK: Yeah, well the General should be rough and ready for Square.
TH: We'll find out if he is in the weeks to come, but let's get to our next match.
MICHAEL MUFFER:The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!
*"I Need A Doctor" by Dr. Dre & Eminem*
MICHAEL MUFFER: Introducing first! Hailing from Fulton, NY and weighing in at 219 lbs...RYAN BERGMAN!
*Bergman walks out with his hood up, and throws it off at the sound of the flatline in the song. He begins to walk down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans along with way. He enters the ring, looks out at the crowd from a corner, and poses*
TIM HOSS: This is Bergman's first WWCF match since his stint in the indies, and he finds himself up against none other than the Hardcore Champion, the General of the Monkey Army!
MICHAEL MUFFER: And his opponent...
*"King Kong 2004"*
MICHAEL MUFFER: Hailing from Lansing, MI and weighing in at 225 lbs...he is the WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPION...THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY!
JESSE KING: The General knows he'll be facing Square at The Muppets Take The WWCF, and he'll want to make a statement to his opponent at that pay-per-view here tonight with a victory against Bergman!
*The General emerges from the back with the Hardcore Title belt slung over his shoulder, carrying the wind-up monkey in one hand as he locks stares with Bergman and walks down to the ring. Midway down the ramp the General stops and holds the monkey up to his ear, as if listening to its counsel. He nods his head a couple of times, then lowers the monkey and walks the rest of the way down, rolling into the ring and placing the monkey in the corner.*
JESSE KING: That wind-up monkey creeps me out. TIM HOSS: I don't think you have anything to worry about, Jess. The monkey doesn't really control or talk to the General; he's just nuts. JESSE KING: All the same, I'm glad it's way over there instead of near me!
*Referee Will Alphonzo rings the bell*
Non-title match: The General Of The Monkey Army vs. Ryan Bergman
*The General rushes at Bergman, but Bergman takes him over with an armdrag! Bergman pulls him up and goes for a brainbuster, but the General powers Bergman backward into the ropes and whips him across the ring! The General gets ready to monkey toss Bergman on the way back, but Bergman puts on the brakes*
TIM HOSS: Neither competitor gaining a clear advantage so far...
*The General and Bergman exchange punches and kicks with neither seeming to gain an advantage over the other, until the General gets hold of Bergman and whips him into the turnbuckles! The General rushes in and brings him out with a monkey flip! Bergman crashes to the mat and the General covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
TIM HOSS: Excellent monkey flip from the General there, but not enough to secure a victory. JESSE KING: I wonder if anybody in the history of wrestling has ever won with a monkey flip...
*The General glances over to the corner with the wind-up monkey, cups a hand to his ear, and then nods before climbing to the top rope and flying off to connect with a diving headbutt! He covers Bergman again*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
TIM HOSS: Even if it's just a voice in the General's head, it looks like the monkey gave him some good advice that time! JESSE KING: Yeah, that could've easily backfired, but it didn't. That's good judgment on the part of somebody...or someTHING...
*The General goes to lock on the Monkey Wrench--but Bergman rolls him up in a small package*
One!
Two!
Thr--KICKOUT!
TIM HOSS: Bergman almost had him there! JESSE KING: I have no idea where he got the energy for that, Gorilla, after getting hit with a devastating diving headbutt like that!
*Both men get to their feet, Bergman looking a bit unsteady. The General goes for another irish whip, but Bergman reverses and sends the General crashing into the turnbuckles facefirst! As the General stumbles back groggily, Bergman brings him down with a German suplex!*
TIM HOSS: And Bergman stopping the General's momentum with a picture-perfect German suplex. JESSE KING: If it really was picture-perfect then he should have held it for five seconds, for the benefit of those with flash photography.
*Bergman slumps in the corner to catch his breath, while the General struggles to get up. Moments later, Bergman flies out of the corner and catches the rising General with a spinning heel kick, sending him back to the mat!*
JESSE KING: The General needs more help from his monkey! TIM HOSS: Couldn't hurt at this point. The monkey has never steered him wrong, far as I know...wait, what are we talking about?! It's just a stupid toy monkey! JESSE KING: I'm not gonna risk pissing it off by saying anything bad about it! I, for one, welcome our future toy monkey overlord!
*Bergman hits the General with a reverse body slam and then climbs to the top rope. He leaps off for a cross body--but the General rolls out of the way! Bergman hits the mat hard and rolls away, groaning in pain!*
TIM HOSS: And all of a sudden, the General has a chance to come back!
*The General picks himself up, winces, and floors the rising Bergman with a running knee lift! The General pulls him up, flings him into the ropes, and backdrops him on the return! Cover by the General*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
JESSE KING: I wonder if Bingo is watching this and having second thoughts about the General. TIM HOSS: It's true that we haven't seen Bingo in some time. JESSE KING: Oh well, he was probably holding the General back anyway.
*The General drags Bergman into the corner and places him on the top turnbuckle, preparing for a superplex. The General climbs up, and suddenly Bergman hits him with a series of punches, knocking him off the ropes! The General stumbles away as Bergman gets ready to hit him with something high-risk, and before Bergman can fly the General is back in the corner to hit Bergman with some punches of his own!*
TIM HOSS: The General and Bergman trading hard shots...whoever wins this exchange could very easily go on to win the match!
*Both men fighting it out on the top rope, giving it everything they've got, but Bergman finally wins and sends the General crashing down! Bergman takes a moment to catch his breath, and then flies off the top with a senton splash onto the General*
TIM HOSS: And here comes Ryan Bergman! JESSE KING: Bergman could've gone for the Supernova right there. Missed opportunity.
*Bergman hits the General with three German suplexes in a row, bridging on the final one for a pin attempt*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Bergman waits for the General to rise, getting set to hit him with the BFT. As soon as the General's up Bergman goes for it, but the General shoves him from behind, sending him into the ropes! As Bergman bounces off the General goes for the Monkey's Paw, but Bergman ducks! The General turns around and rushes at Bergman--both men clothesline each other and go down!
JESSE KING: You were about to say that both men were down, right Gorilla? TIM HOSS: Well, they ARE.
*With Alphonzo in the middle of a ten count, Bergman and the General force themselves to their feet. The General is a second quicker, and blasts Bergman with the Monkey's Paw!*
JESSE KING: Monkey's Paw! TIM HOSS: It's over!
*Bergman falls onto his back, into the same corner as the wind-up monkey, knocking it out of the ring! The General's eyes almost pop out of his head in alarm, and he immediately runs over to the ropes and hurriedly climbs out of the ring!*
TIM HOSS: What is the General doing?! JESSE KING: Ease up on the guy, Gorilla! Ryan Bergman might have just killed that monkey! The General needs to make sure it's okay! TIM HOSS: Er...right...
*Alphonzo begins to count the General out as he looks around on the floor frantically for the monkey. Bergman begins to stir in the ring as the General finally spots the monkey and rushes over to pick it up. He checks the monkey to make sure it's in one piece and then turns his attention back to the ring, apologizing profusely as he sets the monkey on the ring steps before climbing back into the ring--and getting hit with a butterfly suplex from the recovered Bergman!*
TIM HOSS: Bergman appears to have shaken off the effects of that Monkey's Paw!
*Bergman pulls the General up...and drills him with the BFT! Bergman covers*
One!
Two!
Three!
MICHAEL MUFFER: Here is your winner, Ryan Bergman!
JESSE KING: This will not sit well with the monkey. I hope he's forgiving, for the General's sake! TIM HOSS: For the love of God, King, it really is just a toy! The General could have won this match if he realized that and had gone for the pin after hitting his finisher! JESSE KING: We'll see, Gorilla. We'll see...
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Hoss - OK, up next is our double main event, but first, I’m told that we have a response from the World Champion regarding Colt’s challenge at the top of the show!
We see the suburbs of West Philadelphia, kids playing in the streets and adults sitting on the stoops talking. "Homecoming" by Kanye West is being played in the background with "Chi-city and Chi-town" being changed to "My City and My Town".
We see "Damn Right" Jackson walking down the street. Smiling as he stops past his home town.
Jackson: I haven't been here for a long while. But this will always be my home.
Random kids in the streets run up to Jackson and hug him.
Jackson: Every time I step into the ring, you hear Michael Muffer announce "From West Philadelphia, Born and Raised..." and every time I hear him say it, I smile. Because these streets are what made me who I am. This place has always been good to me, so it's my turn to be good to her.
Everything I do, every match I fight, every time I defend this title. I do it for town, for these people. I do it for home. Just praying that I'm doing it proud.
When I first started in the WWCF, I was labeled a bully who relied heavily on the race card to make my name here, to progress further. However, this whole time. West Philly always had my back. No matter what the WWCF Galaxy would think of me, I would always get a hero's welcome when I'd come home.
And that's what this is all about. Home.
Not fate, not fear... Home. What you love most.
There is a group, Pantheon, that are all against this belief. They believe that it's all about themselves, and power. The think that Fate has already been decided, in their favor.
Which is why I MUST step into Thunderdome, to have those men locked in a cage, right where I want them.
So to make sure that I actually do get into this cage... Colt... I accept your challenge!
Phantom of the Opera is on. Thunderdome is on.
And I will come back home, still a hero, still the WWCF Champion... DAMN RIGHT!
Hoss - So there it is! At Muppets Take WWCF, it will be Colt V. “Damn Right” Jackson for the Championship in a Phantom of the Opera match!
King - That’s huge Gorilla! But y’know what else is huge? Our first title match! It’s Evil M V. Mad Pirate Mulligan and it’s right now!
WWCF Championship of Honor: Evil M V. Mad Pirate Mulligan
Hoss - And now it’s time for the first half of our huge double Championship main event!
King - At King of WrestleCrap, Mad Pirate Mulligan earned the right to challenge for the Championship of Honor and tonight, he get’s his shot!
Muffer - Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit. It is for the Championship of Honor and as agreed upon by both Champion and challenger, it is to be contested under “Pirate’s Rules”, which are as follows:
“1. No Moves fromme Ye Toppe Rope (Pirates Fear Hi Places)
2. Must be won By Submission....A True Pirate Never Gives Up
3. No Moves that Harmeth Ye Headde/Compresseth Ye Necke
4. In Case of Ye Olde Disqualification Ye Champion Forfeits Ye Title
5. Ye Have til 5 To Release Ye Holds...otherwise Ye Face Disqualification
6. There Be No Rule 6”
*Shiver My Timbers*
Dread Pirate Mulligan, sans his crew, makes his way to the ring, chuckling confidently to himself the whole time.
Muffer - Introducing first, the challenger.
From The High Seas, weighing in at 265 pounds…
MAD PIRATE MULLLLLLLLLLLLLIGAN!!!!!!
King - Pirate’s Rules. Gimme a break Gorilla. I can’t believe Evil M agreed to this baloney!
Hoss - Well, from what I understand, Seth Drakin played a huge part in… convincing the Champion to sign the contract for this match.
*Man On The Silver Mountain*
Evil M walks through the curtain, not looking quite as confident as Mulligan. He appears to be clutching the Championship of Honor close to him.
Muffer - And his opponent.
From Rockland, Massachusetts, weighing in at 311 pounds, he is the reigning and defending WWCF Champion of Honor!
Representing Nakatomi Industries…
EEEEEEEEEVIIILLLLLL Mmmmmmm!!!!
Hoss - Evil M looks worried, Jess. Does he have it in him to hold off Mulligan?
King - Gorilla, Evil M’s held that title for eight and a half months! He’s beaten the likes of Jonathan Michaels, Little Naitch, Sparks, Ryan Blood, Cageking…
Hell, he even beat Mulligan at GookerMania III!
Hoss - But that was a triple threat match, Jess. Tonight, it’s one on one.
Referee Spud Johnson steps between the two men.
Gentlemen, I trust you’ve both familiarized yourselves with the rules?
Mulligan grins, while M nods meekly.
Then you know what’s expected of you.
I want a clean, completive match. Good luck to you both.
Now let’s get it on!
The crowd cheers as Johnson calls for the opening bell.
M extends his hand to Mulligan, who takes it. M pulls Mulligan in close and the two exchange words. They release the handshake, then lockup. M slaps on a side headlock, but Mulligan works his way out of it and transitions into a hammerlock. From there, Mulligan works M’s arm, gradually working it…
The veers around to the front and locks in a front facelock! Throwing one of M’s arms over his shoulder, Mulligan lifts M up and over with a suplex!
Hoss - And Mulligan makes the initial impact in this Championship match!
M pulls himself up, rubbing his back. He simply nods, then raises one arm, challenging Mulligan to a test of strength. Mulligan accepts and the two clasp hands. M tries to force Mulligan down, but the Champion muscles M back. Unable to overpower Mulligan, the Champion of Honor nails the pirate with a kick to the midsection, then shoots him into the ropes. As Mulligan bounces back, M catches him in a bear hug!
King - There ya go, M! Squeeze the life out of him!
Mulligan struggles, before head butting M, causing him to break the hold! Mulligan scoops M up and slams him to the mat! Before M can get up, Mulligan circles behind him and applies a rear chinlock! M gasps for air, while Johnson is right there to make sure it’s not a choke. Mulligan works the hold for a while, as M struggles. After several minutes, M grabs Mulligan’s arms and pulls them apart, escaping the hold!
King - Did you see that, Gorilla?! What strength by the Champion of Honor!
Both men are back up now. They lock up again, this time M sends Mulligan into the ropes. As the pirate bounces back, M meets him with a hard clothesline! Mulligan falls to the mat, M immediately hooks the ankle! Keygrip!
Hoss - Evil M has the Keygrip locked in!
King - Brilliant!
Mulligan squirms, trying to escape, but M grapevine’s the leg! M wrenches the ankle, causing Mulligan to scream in pain. The challenger attempts to get to the ropes, but M pulls him back!
Hoss - M has the hold cinched in!
King - It won’t be long now, Gorilla!
M has the hold locked in good, Mulligan is trapped!
Just tap out, already!
Mulligan fights, but M starts punching the leg!
Tap out, dammit!
M continues to punch the leg, but Mulligan refuses to tap. He continues to fight his way towards the ropes, with M trying in vain to stop him, finally, Mulligan grips the bottom rope!
King - How’d he do that, Gorilla?!
Hoss - He wants it Jess. Plain and simple.
M stomps Mulligan a few times, then pulls him to the middle of the ring. M hooks one leg, looking for an STF, but Mulligan blocks it with an elbow to the jaw! M staggers back, as Mulligan gets to his feet. Mulligan shoots M into the ropes, as he bounces back, Mulligan rocks him with a jaw breaker! Mulligan off the ropes, but M catches him, spinebuster! Quickly, he hooks Mulligan’s legs and locks in the Bostom Crab!
Hoss - Boston Crab! M has Mulligan in the crab!
M leans back in the hold, increasing the pressure on Mulligan’s back. Mulligan yells out in pain, but refuses to quit. He attempts to reach the ropes again, but M plants himself firmly on Mulligan’s back, preventing him from moving any closer. Trapped, Mulligan tries to power out of the hold. M tries to hold on, but Mulligan keeps pushing, finally forcing a break!
King - What does M have to do to beat this guy?!
As Mulligan struggles to his feet, M meets him with a kick to the ribs!
JUST STAY DOWN!!!
M pulls Mulligan up by the hair and positions him for the Do It For Yellow Jacket. As he tries to lift Mulligan up, he deadweight’s the Champ! M tries again, but Mulligan deadweight’s him again, followed by a big back body drop! M back up, Mulligan catches him in a Torture Rack!
Hoss - Can Mulligan do it?! Can he put M away?! Can he capture the title here?!
M screams in pain, but Mulligan can’t hold him up for long. He let’s M down, but quickly hit’s the Champ with a boot to the midsection, followed by a release spinning fisherman’s suplex!
Hoss - M’s down! Can Mulligan finish him off?!
Dazed, M sits up, only for Mulligan to lock in a front vice grip! M trying to fight loose, but Mulligan start’s screaming at him!
YAAAAARRRR!!!! GIVE IT UP, EM!!!! GIVE IT UP I SAY!!!
SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!
YAR, BUT I CAN’T DO IT, YA SCURVY LANDLUBBER!!!! THIS BE THE ULTIMATE INSULT!!!!
CUT IT OUT!!!!
M tries to fight out of it, but Mulligan continues to scream in his face!
YAR, YER MOMMA WAS A WENCH!!! A WENCH ME SAYS!!!
YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!!
Mulligan knee’s M in the face!
YAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
M tries to respond, but Mulligan knee’s him again!
King - He can’t do that!!! Somebody stop this!!
Hoss - Knees aren’t against the rules, Jess!
GIVE IT UP, MATEY!!! OR ELSE I BE SWABBIN’ DID HERE DECK WITH YER CARCASS, YA HEAR ME?!!!
M again tries to respond, but is met with a knee to the face once more! Finally, Spud Johnson steps in.
M, whataya say?!
M tries to answer, but is met with another knee! Johnson glares at Mulligan.
Sorry matey, force of habit!
M, do you give up?!
M opens his mouth, but spits out blood! He simply shakes his head no. Mulligan with another knee! M is bleeding from the nose!
Well…?
M nods his head yes!
RING THE BELL!! THIS IS OVER!!!
The crowd comes unglued as the bell rings and Michael Muffer stands up to make the announcement!
Muffer - Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEEEEEWWWWW WWCF Champion of Honor…
MAD PIRATE MULLLLLLLLLLLLLIGAN!!!!!!
Johnson hands Mulligan the belt and raises his arm. Hideo Nakatomi comes down to help Evil M to the back. Mulligan climbs to the top turnbuckle to celebrate his title win, as the crowd cheers.
Hoss - Can you believe it Jess?! Evil M’s record setting title reign is finally over!
Jesse King is speechless.
Hoss - Jess, did you hear me?! Evil M lost the title!!!
King - I heard you Gorilla! I can’t believe he just lost the title to a pirate!!!
Hoss - Well believe it! Mad Pirate Mulligan is the new Champion of Honor! And up next, the WWCF World Tag Team Championship is at stake in the second half of our big double main event!
*old timey southern music*
cigars limo trailer park strippers F-350 piles of cash gold chains white cowboy hat
WHITEY flashing on the screen
"Handsome" Whitey Fats and Caleb Fourchon walk out, smirking at the boos they receive, walking to the ring.
Whitey grabs the mike.
Seth, I have been very patient with you. I have asked you politely for my contractually obligated rematch for the Inter-Forum title, and my well deserved shot at the Tag Team titles.
You keep putting me off while you give your buddies anything they ask for, all for the low, low price of your kissing your ass.
Well -
You must be extremely stupid....
*Seth is at the top of the ramp.*
I have tried and tried to be reasonable with you. When you asked for your rematch, I had already booked the next Inter-Forum Title Match to be in a sealed cage at The Muppets Take WWCF. For a man who has a lot of money, you seem to fail to grasp the process of being late.
As far as booking my friends is concerned, you must have mistaken me for my old self. I only give opportunities to people who I feel have earned it and let me be honest, I don't need any lipstick on my ass so if you try to simply kiss my ass, I won't be appreciating it.
Now this is the first time I have ever heard of your demand to want a tag title so the simple question is, what makes you two worthy of getting a tag team title shot.
What part don't you understand? I told you I wanted it. What ever I want, I get.
I am sick of the politics around here. I'm clearly the number one contender for any title I choose, yet you keep putting losers and weirdos ahead of me, when it's been proven that Whitey equals ratings.
*Fourchon taps Whitey on the shoulder and asks for the mic*
You give title shot to has bin Little Naitch and never wuz Gus Richlen, and den deny us? Whitey Ink defeat two of WWCF best wrasslers last week: Jonathan Michaels and de Boiler Room Brawler. And do it without breakin a sweat! Now you say we not worthy. Drakin, you best change yer mind right quick before me and Boss Fats start makin de misere fer you and all de WWCF.
*Seth looks at Caleb and just shakes his head in bewilderment*
I gave the tag title shot to Gus Richlen because he won a match where the stipulations called for that. He chose Little Naitch as his partner. That is why they are getting a tag title shot. Now be a good little boy and let the employers do the talking here.
* Seth then looks back at Whitey.*
Whitey, just because you want something doesn't mean you get it here. Hell, I would like to be the president of the United States of America, doesn't mean I will get it............espescially since I wasn't born in the United States and apparently, that is a big dealbreaker for anyone wanting that honor.
If you want an opportunity at the tag titles, you are going have to have to do more than just buy a tag partner. So let's try again.........what makes you and Caleb worthy of a tag title shot??
*Seth walks in to the ring, bringing the mike up to his lips when Whitey kicks him in the stomach, then picks him up for the Rich Man's Burden, dropping him the smiling smugly while standing up. Whitey picks up the mike, then leavs over into Seth's face*
When I tell you I want a title shot, boy, you do what you are told.
*Caleb looks at Seth then points and laughs as Whitey and him exit the ring. Suddenly, they are taken down by Mr. E and U.N. Owen, who are carrying nightsticks. Jessica Drakin is behind them and has a mic.*
You probably just did the stupidest thing possible because with that type of action, you just started at the bottom of the tag team ladder. Enjoy the climb, it is going to be a very slow one.
*The two security members help Seth up and they all walk to the back while both Whitey and Caleb are on the ground.*
Hoss - Whitey and Caleb learning that all the money in the world can’t get them to the top here!
King - That’s not fair Gorilla! They simply asked for what they deserved!
Hoss - And they got it, Jess! Now, it’s time for our World Tag Team Championship main event!
WWCF World Tag Team Championship: Ryan Blood and Johnny Stone V. Gus Richlen and Little Naitch
MICHAEL MUFFER: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWCF World Tag Team Championships!
*“New Blackjacks Theme” hits and the lights start flashing as Little Naitch heads for the ring.*
MUFFER: Introducing the challengers first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds, Little Naitch!
TIM HOSS: Naitch is no stranger to tag team action, but tonight he goes for the titles with about as motivated a partner as you’re going to find anywhere!
JESSE KING: Yeah, Richlen is motivated, all right: motivated enough to fall flat on his ass and take Naitch with him! Why the hell would Naitch team with a total failbot like Richlen?!
*“Scarred For Life” brings the crowd to its feet as Gus Richlen hits the ramp along with the pyro.*
MUFFER: And his partner, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 170 pounds, the “Xtreme Machine,” Gus Richlen!
HOSS: I’ll tell you why Naitch has opted to go with Richlen: both men have a history against Blood and Stone. Both men were part of the ill-fated Team Jackson at Ernest Goes To WarGames. Both men have a strong respect for each other. Remember that Naitch is a former WWCF World Champion, and Richlen has put the WWCF, and especially the Pantheon, on high alert. If you ask me, and I know you didn’t, I think these two men made a great choice.
*“You’ve Got Another Thing Coming” receives a chorus of heavy booing as Blood and Stone head for the ring. Blood is particularly irritable on this occasion, jawing at the fans on the way to the ring.*
MUFFER: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 445 pounds, the WWCF World Tag Team Champions, Ryan Blood and Johnny Stone!
HOSS: Both Blood and Stone have not exactly had the best of luck against Gus Richlen, as he turned Blood’s cheating tactics against him the week before WarGames, and last week, Richlen got a pinfall victory over Stone. And a few weeks ago, Naitch forced Blood to tap out-
KING: Fluke wins, all of them, and Blood and Stone are going to thoroughly crush Richlen and Naitch tonight!
HOSS: Another likely-to-be-proven-wrong prediction from Jesse King, folks.
*Lloyd McFloyd holds the belts up for everyone to see before passing them off ringside and calling for the bell.
Naitch and Stone start off in a lockup before Stone shoves Naitch towards the ropes, where he bounces off and clubs the crouching Stone in the back. The rising Stone is swiftly Irish whipped towards the ropes, and upon bouncing off, he gets hip tossed by Naitch, who then whips him into his corner before tagging in Richlen. Richlen swiftly sets to elbowing Stone in the back of the head before he bounces off the ropes and nails the leapfrog stomp!
Richlen goes for the Swerving Elbow, but Stone quickly rolls to his corner and tags in Blood before Richlen can even turn on his heel. Blood charges Richlen, only to get Richlenziguiried and then flapjacked into the wrong corner, where Richlen tags Naitch back in and both men execute a double vertical suplex!*
HOSS: The early proceedings have thus far belonged to the challengers, as Blood and Stone have simply not-
KING: Oh just shut up already! It’s far too early for you to declare Blood and Stone doomed, and they’re going to prove it!
*Naitch, meanwhile, has made King look like an idiot after leveling Blood with a body slam before throwing in a knee drop and covering:
1!
2!
Blood easily kicks out and gets up, but gets chopped several times, eventually getting chopped all the way towards Richlen, who gets tagged in and whips Blood to a different corner before backing up, charging, jumping, and nailing the Dark Lasso! Blood staggers forward and turns to see Richlen flying through the air!*
HOSS: Buff Blockbuster com-
*But Blood catches him and nails a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Blood quickly tags Stone in before both men climb the turnbuckles and hit stereo flying elbows on Richlen!
Stone doesn’t waste time, trying to lock in a Boston crab which Richlen easily escapes, but he doesn’t escape a front powerslam upon getting to his feet! Stone then starts running, then drops the elbow!
1!
2!
RICHLEN KICKS OUT!
Stone tosses Richlen to the wrong corner before tagging Blood in. Blood quickly takes to driving his shoulder into Richlen’s midsection before Richlen staggers forward into a uranage!
1!
2!
RICHLEN KICKS OUT!
Richlen doesn’t get a chance to recover, however, as Blood tags Stone in and catapults Richlen into a running headbutt from Stone!
Naitch is getting extremely restless on the apron as Stone drops Richlen with a wheelbarrow facebuster before pulling him up and nailing a Texas piledriver!
1!
2!
RICHLEN KICKS OUT!
Stone tags Blood back in, and Blood rushes in and snapmares Richlen before clocking him in the back of the head with a roundhouse kick!*
HOSS: Richlen is in desperate need of a tag here!
KING: And I hope that that wasted hack doesn’t get it! FINISH HIM NOW, BLOOD!
*Sure enough, Blood climbs to the top rope and goes for another flying elbow, but as he comes off the top rope, Richlen gets his boots up, and Blood successfully elbow drops the soles of the boots!
Blood is in obvious pain as Richlen begins crawling towards Naitch, who is going completely bonkers on the apron. Stone is begging for a tag as well as McFloyd continues his count and the crowd tries to will Richlen back into the match.
Blood manages to tag Stone in first, BUT RICHLEN INSTANTLY TAGS IN NAITCH!!! Stone charges right into a back body drop from Naitch, who promptly backdrops him again when he gets up, and when Stone gets up, he walks into a batch of chops, the last of which knocks him down!
But as Naitch backs up for a knee drop, a somewhat recovered Blood pulls him out of the ring, but he pays for it when Naitch chops him down!
Naitch then re-enters the ring and runs right into a twisted backdrop driver from Stone!
1!
2!
NAITCH KICKS OUT!
Stone wastes no time continuing his assault, as Naitch then falls victim to a sumo chokeslam, a full nelson slam, and a vertical brainbuster in rapid succession before going for a Michinoku Driver II!*
HOSS: This is extremely bad news for the challengers!
*But Naitch slips out and belly-to-back suplexes Stone!*
KING: DAMNIT!
*Unfortunately for Naitch, Stone is much faster to get to his corner and manages to tag Blood in, and Blood puts the boots to Naitch before backing up…*
KING: Hahaha!! This is it! This is what Naitch deserves for teaming with a chump like Richlen!
*Blood goes for a superkick, ONLY FOR Naitch TO SWEEP THE LEG OUT FROM UNDERNEATH BLOOD! Blood is unable to recover in time to prevent Naitch from tagging Richlen in, and Richlen scrambles up to the top rope and catches the rising Blood with the Buff Blockbuster!*
HOSS: Ladies and gentlemen, don’t be like Jesse King. Think before you speak.
*Richlen doesn’t have to wait long for Blood to get up, and quickly flattens him with a reverse STO, then runs up the corner, kickflips, and hits the Montanasault!
1!
2!
BLOOD GETS HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!
Richlen then backs up as Blood gets up, but Blood rolls out of the ring before Richlen can do anything. Naitch, however, quickly jumps off the apron and tosses Blood back in, and Blood stumbles right into a Carnosel! Stone runs in to try to prevent a cover attempt and gets a Carnosel as well!
Richlen, by now fired up, tosses his A-shirt to the crowd as Stone rolls out of the ring.*
HOSS: Rumors of Gus Richlen’s demise have been greatly exaggerated!
KING: Like hell they are! Blood is going to make Richlen look like the jackass that he really is!
*Disproving King’s argument, Richlen lets loose a scream and Schwinn Smashes Blood in the side of the head!
1!
2!
BLOOD KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Richlen backs up to one corner, and waits… and waits… and waits…
And when Blood gets up and turns, he is leveled by a massive spear! Richlen does a somersault upon impact, then pops back up and lets out a roar!!!*
HOSS: Much as King does not want to admit it, he stands corrected!
*Richlen is again stalking Blood as he gets to his feet, but Stone gets on the apron at the same time, and so Richlen charges and knocks him off before turning his attention to Blood, who stumbles right into a Final Judg- NO! BLOOD COUNTERS AND GERMAN SUPLEXES RICHLEN INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!
Blood is able to then easily dump the 170 pound Richlen onto the top rope before climbing himself!*
HOSS: Damnit! After all that effort, Blood is going to steal one away from Richlen and Naitch!
KING: YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! A.D.H.!!!!! FINISH THE IDIOT OFF, BLOOD!!!!
*But Blood does not see Naitch slip up behind him, and Richlen is fighting his efforts to hit the A.D.H.. Blood doesn’t even realize that something is amiss until Naitch lifts him up in an electric chair!
Blood is suddenly frantic, trying to beat Naitch away as Richlen steadies himself on the top turnbuckle, yells “DAYBREAK!!!!”, and turns slightly sideways before leaping off…
AND NAILING BLOOD WITH A CUTTER AS NAITCH DROPS HIM WITH A FRONT FACEBUSTER!!!!*
HOSS: IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER! BLOOD HAS BEEN DEMOLISHED!!!
*Lloyd McFloyd finally gets Naitch to get back to his corner, but Richlen tags Naitch in, allowing him to make the cover!
1!*
KING: KICK OUT, BLOOD!!! KICK OUT!!!
*2!*
HOSS: Give it up, King, it’s over!
*3!!!!!!!!!!*
KING: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
*The crowd goes deafeningly wild, and Michael Muffer can barely be heard over the crowd:*
MUFFER: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, AND THE NEWWWWWWWWWWWW WWCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, GUS RICHLEN AND LITTLE NAITCH!!!!!!
*A string of obscenities emanates from King as he throws down his headset and storms off past the celebrating Richlen and Naitch, the bewildered Stone, and the livid Blood.*
HOSS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE WITNESSED ONE FOR THE AGES!!! THE TEAM OF THE VETERAN NAITCH AND THE BREAKOUT STAR RICHLEN ARE YOUR NEW CHAMPIONS!!! RYAN BLOOD CLAIMED THAT HE AND STONE COULD NOT LOSE, BUT ON THIS NIGHT, GUS RICHLEN HAS KEPT HIS PROMISE!!! WHAT A WIN FOR THE “XTREME MACHINE” AND THE FORMER WWCF CHAMPION!!!!
*Stone has to hold Blood back as Blood screams at Naitch and Richlen, with the latter merely smiling and shrugging while soaking up the cheers as the show comes to an epic close.* Credits: Colt, Jeremy Grave, Stryker, The Sam, BRB, Socko’s Brother, DR Jackson, Evil M, Whitey, Seth Drakin, Caleb Fourchon, and Gus Richlen
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Metal Maestro: Co-winner of the FAN Idol Throwdown!
Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Mar 15, 2011 23:59:44 GMT -5
and with that, congrats to Mad Pirate Mulligan on winning the Championship of Honor and Naitch on him and I winning the tag belts.
and great jobs to M, Socko, and Amigo for being champs as long as they were.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Mar 16, 2011 2:05:06 GMT -5
Congratulations to you too, Richlen, as well as to Naitch and Mulligan.
If Whitey and Caleb stick together, if JoNo and BRB reform and BRB is a reliable partner, and if Blood & Stone continue to compete as a team, we might be looking at a pretty good tag division right now.
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Post by Fiddleford H. McGucket on Mar 16, 2011 2:52:25 GMT -5
Well.....I'll throw My hat in for "Mystery Partner" duties as my main partner is being mind-controlled by a toy, and you can also use The Styrkas as filler/Jobbers to fill out the card if need be.
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Post by Jackson "The Cool" Carter on Mar 16, 2011 3:47:46 GMT -5
Can I suggest Jackson vs Stone?
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Post by The Sam on Mar 16, 2011 3:49:33 GMT -5
Great show everyone.
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Post by hossfan on Mar 16, 2011 5:40:32 GMT -5
Good show. Congrats to the new champs.
For next week, can Whitey/Caleb face WWCF Security (Mr. E and U.N. Known)?
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Post by Topher is Human on Mar 16, 2011 8:17:45 GMT -5
How abiut Colt vs Naitch?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2011 10:40:57 GMT -5
OK, we need challengers for the Tag Team titles and Championship of Honor at the PPV. Logic dictates rematch clause, but Hideo Nakatomi has waived Evil M's. And I'm not sure Seth would make things easy for Blood and Stone.
So suggestions? Anyone interested in a possible title match?
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Post by Fiddleford H. McGucket on Mar 16, 2011 10:49:33 GMT -5
If Seth allows It..........Why not have Whitey and Caleb fight NEXT week for the #1 Contendership for the CoH?
As for the tag Titles? Blood and Stone Vs "Mystery team" for the #1 contendership?
Or Hell.....if you don't want the first matchup, and since Whitey/Caleb and Blood/Stone need a match.....why not have them face one another for a CHANCE at the tag titles.
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Mar 16, 2011 12:20:58 GMT -5
i'll gladly take a match next week against anyone.
as for Blood and Stone, I have no objections to them getting a rematch.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Mar 16, 2011 12:31:57 GMT -5
If Seth allows It..........Why not have Whitey and Caleb fight NEXT week for the #1 Contendership for the CoH? As for the tag Titles? Blood and Stone Vs "Mystery team" for the #1 contendership? Or Hell.....if you don't want the first matchup, and since Whitey/Caleb and Blood/Stone need a match.....why not have them face one another for a CHANCE at the tag titles. The second, if you can. It's a bit early for Whitey, Inc. to explode
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Post by Fiddleford H. McGucket on Mar 16, 2011 12:38:06 GMT -5
If Seth allows It..........Why not have Whitey and Caleb fight NEXT week for the #1 Contendership for the CoH? As for the tag Titles? Blood and Stone Vs "Mystery team" for the #1 contendership? Or Hell.....if you don't want the first matchup, and since Whitey/Caleb and Blood/Stone need a match.....why not have them face one another for a CHANCE at the tag titles. The second, if you can. It's a bit early for Whitey, Inc. to explode I'm actually at the "See What Sticks" phase of ideas now..... To be perfectly honest I WAS NOT expecting to win the CoH. I'd still like to have a nice Promo time with you and Caleb at TMTWWCF....I have an Idea/Plan... {Spoiler}
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Post by hossfan on Mar 16, 2011 12:53:14 GMT -5
Has Sparks said yet what belt he's challenging for?
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Mar 16, 2011 12:59:38 GMT -5
I have no problem with any of the ideas mentioned, but Evil M has the final say.
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Post by Metalheadbanger Man on Mar 16, 2011 13:11:01 GMT -5
Hey guys, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I have some.
Last week I started a new job after being an unemployed layabout for a few months. The hours are pretty crazy, and I don't get anywhere near as much time at home anymore.
I don't want to be one of the people who contributes a minimal amount, and this is really affecting how much I can actually add to the fed. My weekends are normally busy as well, due to various factors, and so this really hinders how often I can post really.
So yeah, I think this is the end of the road for Metal in WWCF. There's no point in me having a MITB World Title shot if I'm not adding anything to shows or the promo thread of any value. I have really enjoyed being part of WWCF, and hopefully I can return one day.
So yeah, strip me of the briefcase, let someone else who deserves it have it. Sorry if this causes any problems, but I feel it is the right course of action.
Thanks, guys.
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