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Tuesday NiteRaw, March 22nd, 2011
Cageking and The General of the Monkey Army V. Jeremy Grave and Square
Hoss - Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final NiteRaw before the Muppets Take WWCF next week! I’m Gorilla Tim Hoss, alongside Jesse King. Let’s not waste anytime getting to the action, take it away Michael Muffer!
Muffer - Ladies and gentlemen, your opening contest is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit.
*The Way I Am*
Muffer - Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 295 pounds, he is the WWCF Inter-Forums Champion, Cageking!
Hoss - Cageking’s attitude change over the last month has not been for the better, Jess. Every week, he get’s brasher and every week, his actions become more and more deplorable!
King - But he is the Inter-Forums Champion, Gorilla, so he must be doing something right!
*King King 2004*
Muffer - And his partner, from Lansing, Michigan, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the WWCF Hardcore Champion, The General of the Monkey Army!
Hoss - And this guy… I don’t even know what to make of our Hardcore Champion, Jess.
The General walks to the booth and puts the windup monkey down next to Jesse King.
Hoss - Don’t leave that thing here!
King - Relax Gorilla! It’s just a windup toy monkey!
King picks up the monkey.
”Windup Monkey assuming control.
Gorilla Tim Hoss, it is an honor to meet someone who shares a similar namesake as that of my own.”
Hoss - Jess? Oh boy.
*I Don’t Care*
Muffer - And their opponents. First, from Preston, England, weighing in at 210 pounds, Square!
“King” - ”Square is the number one contender to The General’s Hardcore Championship next week. Quite frankly, I’m not a fan of this man. He thinks winning a little triple threat match makes him the second coming of Mick Foley, well he’s in for a rude awakening, and I don’t mean the neckbreaker, at the pay-per-view.”
*The Final Countdown*
Muffer - And his partner-
Before Muffer can complete the announcement, Cageking attacks Grave on the ramp! The two brawl, while in the ring, Square nails a charging General with a dropkick!
“King” - ”Now wait a minute! The bell didn’t even ring! Disqualify Square!”
Referee John Creed tries to separate Cageking and Grave, with Spud Johnson and Floyd McLloyd assisting. Square throws The General to the outside, then brains him with a trashcan from under the ring!
“King” - ”This is unfair! It’s not a hardcore match! Referee!”
Square whips the General into the ringpost, then throws him back in the ring. On the ramp, Cageking suplex’s Grave on the steel! Square grabs a chair and slides it into the ring!
“King” - ”Dammit, this isn’t fair! I’m putting a stop to this!”
“King” get’s up from the table and climbs up on the ring apron. Cageking continues to pummel Grave on the ramp, but is finally pulled off. “King” yells at Square, who runs at him and swings the chair! “King” jumps out of the way, causing Square to miss! The General rolls him up, just as Creed slides into the ring!
1! 2! 3!
Muffer - Here are your winners, The General of the Monkey Army and Cageking!
Square sits up, fuming, as the General grabs the monkey from King. King quickly returns to his seat.
King - What the hell…?!
Hoss - My thoughts exactly, Jess.
The General heads up the ramp, Square hot on his trail. Cageking holds up the Inter-Forums title belt, but Jeremy Grave nails him from behind with the chair Square tried to use! He then pulls Cageking up and hit’s the Natural Disaster!
Hoss - Cageking and The General may have won the match, but Jeremy Grave sends a message to the Champ! We’ll be right back!
As your Chmpion of Honor......I feel obligated to be honorable.....and at TMTWWCF, I'll do the Honorable thing.....
I'd like to publicly voice my opinion of Whitey Fats and Whitey Inc. to Mr. Fats's face on Pay-Per-View......
I can guarentee that what I do to him......WILL get you talking, and show you I'm more than JUST a silly pirate!
Championship of Honor Number One Contenders Elimination Match: Super Masked Hero X V. Tyfo V. Bergman V. Stryker Dark Silence
Michael Muffer: The following is a FOUR WAY ELIMINATION MATCH. THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH WILL BE NAMED NUMBER 1 CONTENDER FOR THE WWCF CHAMPIONSHIP OF HONOR!!
*New Blackjacks theme*
Tyfo appears on the stage and starts his slow walk to the ring, jawing with fans on the way.
MM: On his way to the ring, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE POUUUUUNDS....TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Tyfo gives the longhorn salute to the crowd as his music fades out.
*Bagpipes furl*
Stryker poses on the stage then starts his walk down the ramp.
MM: Introducing the second competitor, from the WWCF HALL OF FAME, weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY POUUUUUNDS...STRRRRRRRYKEEEEER DARK SILEEEEEEEENCE!!
Stryker wipes his feet on the apron and steps through the ropes. He and Tyfo stare down across the ring, removing their jackets.
*I Need A Doctor plays*
Bergman appears hooded on the ramp, before walking to the ring slower than usual, holding out his hands for the fans but keeping his eyes glued on Stryker who paces while unhitching his kily.
MM: And the third competitor, from FULTON, NEW JERSEY, weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND NINTEEN POUUUUUUNDS....RYAN BEEEEERGMAAAAAAN!!
Bergman climbs into the ring and crosses past Stryker not taking his eyes off, before turning, ascending the turnbuckle and posing for his fans.
*FATAL KO PLAYS*
Super Masked Hero X starts his pyro run down to the ring.
MM: And the FINAL competitor, from PLANET X, weighing in at THREE HUNDRED POUUUUNDS, SUPER MASKED HEEEEEEROOOOO X!!!!!
SMHX hits the ring under his spotlight with three corners of the ring already occupied and heads to the forth corner to pose as more fireworks hit.
The four men stand in the corners, exchanging looks with each other as the smoke from the pyro settles. Lots of posturing from all 4 as they threaten each other with the first attack.
The bell rings and Stryker rushes Bergman, the two exchanging chops and forearms, neither gaining advantage. Tyfo runs in and clubs the two stunned with Axe Handle Double Forearms. SMHX charges with a Running Polish Hammer, ploughing through the three smaller men knocking them to the canvas. he grabs Tyfo and throws him into the nearest turnbuckle. Stryker struggles up and rushes SMHX, but gets hoisted up into the GORILLA PRESS AND DROPPED TO THE OUTSIDE!!
Bergman is up and rushes SMHX with a running Spinning Heel Kick, rocking the big man. He runs off the ropes again with a dropkick, pushing him back stumbling further. He charges again AND LEG LARIATS SMHX DOWN!! Bergman runs and goes for a Modified Doctor Bomb from the middle roap...BUT GETS MOWN DOWN IN MID AIR BY A LARIAT FROM TYFO!!
SMHX is up and straight onto Tyfo. The two lock up, but SMHX's weight puts Tyfo on the back foot. SMHX whips Tyfo off the ropes and goes for the Big Boot...DUCKED!! Tyfo dashes off the ropes again and RUNNING BULLDOG PLANTS SMHX!! COVER!! STRONG KICKOUT AT TWO!!
Bergman is back up and he and Tyfo go to work with clubbing shots onto SMHX, trying to keep him off his feet. Tentative alliance from the pair on the big man! SMHX stumbles back to his feet. Bergman and Tyfo with a Double Kick to the Gut and attempt the Double Team Suplex...SMHX POWERS OUT AND DOUBLE LARIAT ON BERGMAN AND TYFO!!
He turns back to focus his attack, but Stryker is up on the apron AND SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE INTO A MOUNTED SLEEPER!! IT'S LOCKED ON TIGHT!! SMHX stumbles around, trying to shake Stryker off, his face turning red as his oxygen supply gets cut off. He drops to one knee but forces back up and rushes to try and get to the ropes...BUT STRYKER ARCHES BACK AND KEEPS HIM CENTRE RING!! SMHX drops to one knee again...BUT PUSHES BACK UP AND BACKS INTO THE CORNER, SANDWICHING STRYKER AND BREAKING THE HOLD!! SMHX staggers forward BUT GETS CAUGHT BY TYFO...DOUBLE ARM DDT!! BERGMAN IS UP TOP...SUPERNOVA TO SMHX!! COVER...1...2...3!!
MM: SUPER MASKED HERO X HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!! TYFO, BERGMAN AND STRYKER REMAIN!!
Bergman scrambles back to his feet BUT MEETS A DROPKICK FROM STRYKER!! Stryker rolls through and RUNS STRAIGHT INTO A POWERSLAM FROM TYFO!! Bergman is up and hits an armdrag on Tyfo, who is back in and hits one on Bergman in return! Tyfo whips Bergman into the corner and follows up with a stiff Clothesline...but misses!! Berman ducked! In behind Tyfo and GERMAN SUPLEX!! Cover...Tyfo kicks out at 2! Stryker rushes Bergman and GROUNDS AND POUNDS ON BERGMAN!! RAINING IN SHOTS NOW!! He rears up for a big elbow...BERGMAN MANAGES TO ROLL OUT BUT STRAIGHT INTO A TWIST OF FATE FROM TYFO!!
Stryker is up and onto Tyfo whipping him off the ropes, but Tyfo ducks the Spinning Heel Kick! They run back at each other...HARD DROP TOE HOLD FROM TYFO AND STRYKER EATS THE CANVAS!! He floats over and slaps on a Hammerlock, dropping knees into his arm and shoulder!! Bergman rushes in and SENTON SPLASH, FLATTENING BOTH MEN TO THE MAT!! He pulls Tyfo up and whips him hard off the ropes BUT GETS CAUGHT GOING FOR A CROSSBODY!! Tyfo pulls him into position and carries him over the turnbuckle...SNAKE EYES AVOIDED!! SPRINGBOARD REVERSE DDT ON TYFO!! Stryker is up and throws Bergman out of the ring...he gutwrenches Tyfo up and INTO THE CYCLONE CUTTER!! 1...2...3!!
MM: TYFO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!! BERGMAN AND STRYKER REMAIN!!
Stryker is up to his feet as Bergman reenters the ring...the pair circle...Stryker charges for a collar and elbow tie-up but gets leapfrogged by Bergman. German Suplex attempted, but Stryker deadweights and forces his way to the corner...but BERGMAN PULLS HIM OFF THE ROPES INTO A ROLL UP!! 1...2..KICKOUT!!
Bergman starts throwing overhead chops onto Stryker as he climbs to his feet. European uppercut countershot, but the chops keep raining in. Stryker chops back and the pair exchange knife edge chops and counter blows. Stryker ROCKS BERGMAN WITH A HUGE EUROPEAN UPPERCUT GETTING HIS BODY BEHIND IT! Stryker goes for a Back Body Drop but BERGMAN TURNS IT INTO A REVERSE HURRACARANA PIN! 1...2...KICKOUT!!
Stryker is up quickly though and grabs a heel hook on Bergman, pulling his legs out behind him, trying to keep him grounded. Bergman fights for the ropes but Stryker rolls and keeps his weight on the small of Bergman's back and cranks the hold back on Bergman's knees. Stryker tries to tie up one of Bergman's arms too, but loosens the hold on Bergman's leg. HEADSCISSORS COUNTER ON THE MAT AND BERGMAN BREAKS THE HOLD!
Bergman has the legs locked tight on Stryker's neck and head, but STRYKER POWERS UP TO HIS FEET! He struggles back looking to drop Bergman over the top rope to the outside...HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN!! Bergman spells blood in the water...and GOES FOR THE BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA...BUT STRYKER PUSHES OUT OF THE DRIVER AND LANDS ON HIS FEET!! BERGMAN ATTEMPTS THE REVERSE DDT...BUT STRYKER PUSHES HIM BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! KNEELIFT TO BERGMAN'S GUT...AND HE HOISTS BERGMAN UP...WE HAVEN'T SEEN THIS BEFORE...RUNNING BRAINBUSTER!! COVER...1...2...3!!
MM: HERE IS YOUR WINNEEEEER!! STRRRRYKER DAAAARK SIIIIIILEEEEENCE!!
*Camera man enters a backstage dressing room, showing a womans face. As the camera gets gradually closer, the debuting wrestler known as The Gigolo stands, eating what looks like a taco. The gigolo notices the camera man/interviewer, motions slightly as if he was startled, he puts his food down wiping away sour cream from his mouth as he turns to the interviewer with an arrogant smirk.*
"Finally I have COME to the Federation." (emphasis on 'come'), the brilliant commissioner of this company has finally solicited the services of the best wrestler, AND the best lover, myself, The Gigolo. I come for two purposes The gold, and advertisement. I know the girlfriends of our male fans are wishing they had better, now they can finally experience the greatness they dreamed of without the help of any sort of stimulation tool. Because when I'm in the ring, or in the bedroom, I'm ALWAYS, HARD at work."
Boiler Room Brawler versus Ed Spears
TH: Up next is an exhibition bout between the Boiler Room Brawler and a young man named Ed Spears.
JK: Ed Spears? Who?
TH: Must have just been hired. Ham-and-egger type from the looks of it.
A man paces about in the ring, throwing punches in the air while getting ready for Boiler Room Brawler. He stands 6'2" with short brown hair, no facial hair, and a lean, youthful physique.
JK: Well, he might be new, but BRB's a pushover right now. He'll fall asleep and it's the old one-two-three for him.
*Rigorous Vengeance - Municipal Waste*
MM: Now entering the ring, hailing from Rockford, Illinois and weighing 330lbs: Boiler... Room... Brawler!
BRB walks out in mime makeup and a beret. He skips along the ramp, pretending to surf his way to the ring.
JK: And hopefully Mr. Spears here can beat a narcoleptic mime, even if he outweighs him by a hundred pounds.
TH: We'll find out. Boiler Room Brawler has proven to be full of surprises before.
BRB pretends to scale the steps with a pick axe and rope.
MM: And already here in the ring, his opponent: weighing 230lbs... Ed... Spears!
BRB marches back and forth and then points at Spears. Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson starts the match.
TH: We've yet to see BRB throw so much as a punch in his current, um, personality...
The bell rings. BRB pretends to swing along a jungle vine, running across the ring to the ropes. Spears tries to catch him, but his arm is batted to the side.
TH: Ed Spears here tried to catch the trolley but instead almost caught a freight train.
JK: A freight train low on gas...
BRB faces Ed Spears. He pretends to pull a rope and moves towards Spears, delivering a shoulder block that knocks spears to the mat.
TH: BRB with a shoulder block.
JK: Okay, that was pretty sneaky.
BRB puts his hands together and rests them beneath his head, then falls over onto Ed Spears.
JK: Ha! He fell asleep. Like clockwork.
TH: That, and he basically delivered a 350lb body splash to Ed Spears.
Johnson counts one - Spears struggles underneath BRB. Johnson counts two - Johnson is still trapped. Johnson counts three.
*Rigorous Vengeance - Municipal Waste*
JK: What?
TH: It's over already!
BRB continues sleeping on top of Ed Spears.
TH: BRB won by sleeping on his opponent!
JK: That's... That's... That's ludicrous!
MM: Here is your winner by pinfall: Boiler... Room... Brawler!
"Spud" Verne Johnson taps BRB on the shoulder to wake him up. BRB is drowzy, but he gets up, and then he gets a wild look in his eyes.
TH: Wait, what's...?
JK: Uh oh.
BRB, still in mime makeup and beret, bares his teeth at Ed Spears below him. Spears starts to panic as BRB grabs a hold of him and picks him up and over his head.
TH: Wait, did BRB just change again?
JK: He's like Sally Field, just... bigger, and stuff...
TH: Sounded better in your head didn't-
JK: Oh shut up, Gorilla.
BRB pushes Spears up and down in the gorilla press, then throws him away. He sees a turnbuckle and lunges at it.
TH: What's BRB doing?
BRB bites into the pad and rips it apart.
TH: Bah gawd, Jesse!
JK: He's gone berserk! Get the police, get animal control!
BRB faces Ed Spears, who lays lifeless on the mat. "Spud" Verne Johnson gives BRB a stern look.
TH: Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson laying down the law.
JK: The match is over though, Hoss - it's the law of jungle until our next match.
TH: This could get serious.
BRB charges out of the ring, slipping through the ropes and running up the ramp and to the back.
JK: Like a bat out of hell.
TH: Well at least he didn't maul Johnson, or make Spears his personal chew toy.
JK: Someone fix that turnbuckle pad; it's totally not up to WWCF safety standards.
TH: Well let's get to the next match in any case, King.
Whitey Inc V. Mr. E and UN Owen
MM: The following is a tag team match set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. First, at a combined weight of 520 pounds: Mister E. and U.N. Known.
* Whatever the Tuesday Nite Raw theme is plays as the two masked men walk to the ring to little reaction.*
MM: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 528 pounds: Whitey Inc.!*
* "Handsome" Whitey Fats struts out to his Old Timey Southern music while Caleb Fourchon (in his new ring gear) stalks behind him. The crowd boos both men lustily. Fats stops outside the ring, allowing Caleb to go ahead and part the ropes so he can enter, after which he tips his stetson to the fans.*
TH: This match was demanded by Whitey Inc. after what happened last week on Nite Raw, when Mister E. and U. N. Known laid out both men for attacking the WWCF CEO Seth Drakin.
JK: I don't blame Whitey Inc. for being hot, Gorilla. Its past time somebody put Drakin's personal good squad in their place.
TH: Known and E. were just doing their jobs, King.
JK: And if Drakin had done his job, and given Whitey and Caleb the Tag Team title shot they deserve, all of this could have been avoided!
TH: Seriously, Jesse, do you actually watch this show before commentating on it?
*Referee Verne Johnson gathers the four and gives instructions. Caleb and U. N. Known say they'll start, with Whitey and Mister E. going to their respective corners. The bell rings, and the two lock up. Known pushes Caleb back towards his side of the ring. Suddenly, Fourchon pivots and slams his opponent into the ringpost. He gets Known in a front face lock and begins to knee him repeatedly in the chest and stomach. Johnson tells him to stop, but is ignored. He starts counting. Fourchon makes the break at four, but turns and gets in the smaller man's face to argue. When the ref backs away Caleb pursues, moving so that he gets behind Johnson so he swings around. When his back is to the corner Whitey pulls a blackjack from his hat and coshes the still recovering Known with it! The masked man topples over, unconscious, and Fats quickly stuffs the weapon back into his stetson.*
TH: What? Are you kidding me?!
*Johnson turns and sees Known down. Fourchon bolts past him and goes for the cover. The crowd is jeering in rage as Johnson drops to make the count. When Mister E. rushes the ring to try and break it up, Whitey intercepts with a running elbow smash! One! Two! Three!*
MM: Here are your winners: Whitey Inc.!
*As Whitey's theme is played both he and Caleb begin putting the boots to the downed Mister E. *
TH: I don't believe this!
JK: Believe it, Ape Man: Whitey Inc are undefeated! 2-0!
*After stomping on E. for a while, Whitey Inc. drag him to his feet. Hoisting him to the top turnbuckle in his corner, they set him up for a Southern Discomfort from Fats, followed up by a top rope slingshot splash from Fourchon! The two hold up each other's arm and taunt the crowd.*
TH: Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. And these two claim to be the greatest tag team in the WWCF.
JK: Oh, lighten up, Gorilla. I like Whitey Inc.'s confidence. If a wrestler doesn't believe in himself, then nobody will.
*Slowly U.N. Known staggers to his feet. The two notice and charge him and begin to pummel him senseless. With help Caleb lifts him up, spins, and drops him with the Louisiana Slam, then steps back so Whitey can connect with a top rope diving headbutt! Again they hold up each other's arms to even louder boos.*
TH: They cheated to win and mercilessly beat down their opponents after the match!
JK: Think of it as payback for last week!
TH: I'll be interested to see and hear of what Boss Drakin thinks of it. He is not going to be pleased.
"Jumbo" Johnny Stone versus "Damn Right" Jackson
JK: I've been waiting for this next match, Gorilla, and I think it'll be the best tonight.
TH: Perhaps it will be, King, as former World Tag Team Champion "Jumbo" Johnny Stone faces off against WWCF World Champion "Damn Right" Jackson in an exhibition bout.
GDR: Well, I've teamed with Jackson and I've fought with Stone, so I kinda have an idea of what to expect, but at the same time I don't, knowwhatI'msayin'?
MM: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the challenger...
*Hair of the Dog (Son of a Bitch) - Nazareth*
"Jumbo" Johnny Stone walks out to the ring.
MM: Weighing 240lbs and hailing from Yellow-Knife in the North-Western Territories of Canada, "Jumbo" Johnny Stone!
TH: Y'know, King, I can't remember the last singles match that Johnny Stone wrestled.
JK: Me neither, now that you mention it, but I assure you that Johnny Stone will tear house tonight against DR Jackson.
GDR: Allow me to refresh your memory: it was the week before Naitch and I ended the long reign of Blood and Stone, and it was the week after WarGames. That help ya out?
JK: Did you have to remind me of last week?
GDR: Yeah, cuz it gets your goat whenever I mention it.
MM: And his opponent...
*I Made It - Kevin Rudolf*
"Damn Right" Jackson emerges onto the ramp, his WWCF Championship belt over his shoulder, and he points over to Johnny Stone.
TH: Stone may have once been at the top of the tag team division, and he and Ryan Blood are still among the best, but Jackson is at the top of the WWCF mountain.
JK: And Johnny Stone ain't afraid of no mountain.
"Damn Right" Jackson heads for the ring. Johnny Stone paces about in the ring in wait of Jackson.
MM: Now entering the ring, hailing from West Philly, Pennsylvania, and weighing 295lbs, he is your WWCF Champion: Damn... Right... Jackson!
"Damn Right" Jackson slides into the ring and holds the belt up in one hand and leers at Johnny Stone.
TH: Jackson's feud with the Pantheon rages on, and he isn't about to let them think that they've gotten to him.
JK: I think this kind of psychology gives it away, personally.
GDR: Jackson's the unflappable kind of guy who wouldn't be fazed out by three flat tires on a tricycle with steel wheels. And yes, King, I realize that makes zero sense, but it sounded good at the time.
Referee Will Alphonzo separates the men, takes Jackson's belt, and hands it off to ringside.
TH: Referee Will Alphonzo, ladies and gentlemen. He may not make the best calls all the time, but he's the ref to trust for such a powerhouse bout like we're about to see.
Alphonzo starts the match. The bell rings, and Stone throws a straight punch to Jackson, who takes it on the chin and responds with a pair of jabs to Stone. Both men back away, then lunge at each other and lock arms.
TH: Like a pair of bulls locking horns.
GDR: Which ones, Rodman and Jordan? *pause* OH COME ON, IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY!!!
Jackson gets the upper hand on Stone and shoves him away. Stone rolls on his back to the corner. Jackson surges forth with a spear, but Stone drops down and Jackson's shoulder hits the ringpost.
JK: Stone's playing it smart. He's usually the power half of his team, but Jackson clearly is stronger, so he has to be quicker and smarter.
Stone punches Jackson from below, then stands up and lifts him over the shoulder and drops him down on his knee.
TH: Manhattan drop from Johnny Stone.
Jackson stumbles from the subwaist trauma. Stone tries to capitalize with a bulldog, but Jackson catches him and belly to back suplexes Stone to the mat.
TH: Stone pressed his luck and Jackson takes back control of the match.
Jackson goes for the pin. Alphonzo counts one, two- Stone powers out.
JK: It'll take a lot more than that to take out Stone.
GDR: And I would know that from experience.
As both men try to get up, Stone grabs Jackson's head with an iron claw. He finishes standing up and throws a couple of punches to Jackson's stomach. Jackson sweeps Stone's legs and sidewalk slams him to the mat. Stone maintains the iron claw hold, so Jackson tries another pin.
TH: Stone had better give it up or else he'll lose the match.
JK: I was gonna say the same about Jackson.
GDR: I was gonna say the same thing about this ugly cold I've been dealing with for the last couple of days. Really takes the wind out of the old sails, muchachos.
Stone lets go and kicks out. Jackson punches Stone in the face then stands up and gets ready for Stone to stand up too.
TH: Something a little more sportsmanlike from Jackson here.
Stone is back to his feet. He and Jackson circle each other, then he charges, splashing against Jackson, making him stumble back a couple steps. Stone throws another straight punch at Jackson's chest. Jackson takes it, then catches Stone's arm and Irish whips him to the corner.
TH: Jackson has the obvious weight advantage against Stone; he can throw him like a rag doll if he so chose.
Jackson runs at Stone and big boots him over the top rope.
TH: At least it wasn't a battle royal.
Jackson appeals to the crowd while Stone gets up. Alphonzo counts one.
JK: But Johnny Stone is still getting up from all that.
TH: Stone does seem to work better with Ryan Blood.
GDR: Hey, you may be right, but I can tell you that Johnny Stone ain't no pushover. He can take a lot of what people like the champ and myself can dish out.
Alphonzo counts two. Stone rummages behind the apron. Jackson leans over the ropes and looks down at him.
TH: Will Jackson just let Johnny Stone grab a weapon?
GDR: I sure as hell hope not. I mean, I've always considered him to be a bit better at playing it clean than Ryan Blood.
Alphonzo counts three. Jackson crosses the ropes and waits for Stone. Stone pulls out a chair, and Jackson leaps down for a double axe handle to the head. Stone drops the chair and stumbles back.
TH: Stone's gambit, if you can call it that, didn't work out so well.
Alphonzo restarts the count at one. Jackson rushes for Stone with another big boot kick, but Stone ducks and grabs Jackson's package with another iron claw.
JK: Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!
GDR *SIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHHHHH*
Alphonzo counts two. Stone quickly follows up by lifting Jackson into the air for a gorilla press.
JK: Look at the strength of Johnny Stone!
TH: He is strong indeed, but a cheap shot nonetheless.
Alphonzo counts three. Stone runs for the ring post, ramming Jackson's ribs into it.
TH: That could have cracked Jackson's rib.
JK: Damn right.
GDR: That had better not have been some lame attempt at a joke.
Alphonzo counts four. Stone turns around, and slams Jackson down on his knee, then drops him to the ground.
TH: A Canadian back breaker to Jackson's rib.
JK: Stone showing how it's done. Get back in the ring!
Alphonzo counts five. Stone climbs up to the apron, pads his elbow, and leaps off for an elbow drop to Jackson, but Jackson rolls out of the way.
TH: Good timing by Jackson.
Alphonzo counts six. Jackson and Stone stand up and glare at each other. Jackson goes for a clothesline, but Stone ducks, grabs the chair, and clocks Jackson. Alphonzo calls the bell.
JK: Oh, Stone, did you really have to do that?
GDR: Well, so much for playing fair. Jeez....
*I Made It - Kevin Rudolf*
Jackson is on the ground, and Stone slams him with the chair again. The bell rings some more, but Stone doesn't relent.
MM: Your winner by disqualification: "Damn Right" Jackson...
TH: Stone's buttering Jackson up for Muppets Take WWCF! How disgusting of him.
JK: Hey, he looks out for his teammates. I'd do the same if I were him.
Stone slams the chair into Jackson one more time before chucking it away and leaving the arena.
TH: How will this affect Jackson come Muppets Take WWCF?
JK: Well he'll lose, of course.
GDR: OH PUH, AND MIGHT I ADD, LEEZE! Jackson has taken worse than that prior to a PPV, and he's still come out the winner. This doesn't prove a damned thing!
TH: Jackson's pulled some real feats of stamina before, so we'll see what the next week will bring him. Let's move onto the next match.
Little Naitch V. Colt
Gorilla Tim Hoss: And now ladies and gentlemen it is time for our main event! Between two men who helped build this company, two men who probably carry the most history compared to any other two men in the entire WWCF...
Jesse King: The White Knight takes on one half of the greatest Tag Team Competitor in the industry. Colt vs Little Naitch!
Last week, Naitch along with Gus Richlen defeated two of Colt's allies in the Pantheon, Blood and Stone, the Youngbloods for the WWCF Tag Team Championship. Whilst Colt is heading into Muppets take WWCF to challenge for the WWCF Championship. Both men have alot of momentum on their side at the moment...
The Pantheon were cheated! Colt is going to show Naitch what's for, then he'll take that momentum and FINALLY rescue the WWCF Title from Jackson!
Gus Richlen: And yet you fail to realize, King, that Jackson beat Colt at King of Wrestlecrap-
Oh please, Richlen, why don't you just shut the hell up? Nobody cares about what you have to say, and besides, that match was tainted by outside interference!
The New Blackjacks Theme
The crowd burst into applause and Little Naitch steps out from behind the curtain in his robe, with the Tag Team Championship over one shoulder...
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall, introducing first weighing in at 220 pounds... From Las Vegas, Nevada... He is one half of the NEW WWCF Tag Team Champions... Little Naitch!
Little Naitch struts down to the ring, takes off his robe and hands the title to the referee, he stands and waits...
"You know that time in your life, that single moment that defines exactly who you are? Well that only stings for a second... Choose Your Fate - Escape the Fate
The lights go out as the crowd erupt in boos, Colt slowly steps out into the darkness with a single spotlight on him. He is wearing a Black cape with a black Phantom mask with white lines on it to exaggerate facial expressions.
And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Adelaide, Australia... From the Pantheon, Colt!
Colt points his finger to the sky as he approaches the ring, he takes off his cape. As the lights turn on.
The referee calls for the bell, and Little Naitch reaches out his hand to his long time rival and friend. Colt stares at it for a long period of time, before Colt goes to accept it. However Colt pulls back his hand before they touch and sucker punches Naitch, to much hate from the crowd.
Naitch staggers back, and Colt double legs him and starts laying into him with punches. Colt gets up and starts stomping at Naitch, until the referee holds him back, allowing Naitch to get up.
Colt runs back at Naitch, but Naitch catches him with a Knife Edge Chop, followed by a right hand, followed by another knife edge chop. Naitch then whips Colt into the ropes and catches him with a big knee to the midsection. Naitch then bounces off of the ropes and goes for a knee drop, but Colt rolls out of the way. Making Naitch lands hard on his knee.
Colt capitalises on this with a Russian Leg Sweep. Colt picks Naitch up and hits a snap suplex. Colt picks him up and goes for another, but Naitch floats over and lands behind him, spins him around and hits another chop followed by a Body Slam. Naitch then runs off of the ropes and hits an elbow drop. Naitch goes for the pin..
1!
Colt kicks out quickly.
Colt rolls to his feet and gets hit with another chop. And another. Naitch goes for a third, but Colt ducks underneath and quickly connects with a knee to the midsection. Followed by a Dusty Uppercut.
Back and forth, back and forth, these two really know exactly what to expect from eachother and know exactly where to strike...
They've fought everywhere, for the World Title, for the Tag Titles, in Steel Cages, Hardcore Matches, Straight up one falls. If they didn't know what to expect by now I'd suggest both men find a new job.
Colt picks Naitch up and whips him to the ropes and catches him with a Hip Toss Arm Drag, Colt goes to pick Naitch up, but Naitch counters with an Irish Whip and a Hip Toss Arm Drag of his own.
Colt goes to get up and Naitch catches him with a Belly to Back Suplex, followed by an elbow drop to his knee and again and again.
Naitch then goes to apply a Figure Four, but Colt kicks free and rolls to his feet, with a minor limp. Colt hits a low dropkick on Naitch and them hits a Northern Lights Suplex, he bridges over for a pin.
1!
2!
Naitch kicks out.
Colt then goes for a German Suplex, but Naitch counters and rolls through for a pin.
1!
2!
Colt breaks out. Naitch goes to whip Colt, but Colt reverses with a whip of his own and catches him with a Powerslam. Colt then picks Naitch up and applies a reverse chinlock, swings his leg back and hits the Overture!
But instead of going for the pin, he holds on to the reverse chinlock and rolls over, locking in the Final Thought!
Colt wrenches on the hold hard as Naitches arms are flailing, but Naitch places his hands to the mat and is able to roll over, breaking the hold.
Colt gets to his feet first and measures Naitch up, as Naitch gets to his feet Colt runs at him for the There Will Be No Second Encore, but Naitch sees it coming and hits a Chop Block. Both men are down, with Colt holding his knee in agony. Naitch goes to grab Colt's leg for the Figure Four, but Colt kicks Naitch in the face. Colt then hits Naitch with a Float Over DDT. He goes for the pin.
1!
2!
Naitch kicks out.
C'mon, Naitch, m'man, you gotta get back into this....
Colt then goes to pick Naitch up, but Naitch rolls him up in a Small Package...
1!
2!
Colt just kicks out.
Both men get to their feet, Colt goes for a right hand, but Naitch block its and hits a Knife Edge Chop followed by a Snap Suplex. Naitch then bounces off of the ropes and hits a big time Knee Drop. Naitch goes for the pin...
1!
2!
Colt kicks out again.
What will these men have to do to put eachother away!
These two are two of the best for a reason!
Naitch then goes to pick Colt up but Colt quickly hits the Jawbreaker, making Naitch stagger back. Colt then runs to the ropes and hits the Million Dollar Knee Lift, he then bounces off of the opposite ropes and hits a Running Neckbreaker. Colt then takes to the top rope and measures Naitch up... as Naitch gets to his feet, Colt dives off with a flying forearm!
Colt then points to the sky, screaming "CHOOSE YOUR FATE!" as the crowd shower him in boos. He picks Naitch up and hoists him up in the air for the Story on Page One, but Naitch floats over and lands behind him. Naitch picks him up and hits an Atomic Knee Drop.
Naitch then holds onto the leg and quickly applies the Figure Four Leglock right in the middle of the ring!
Colt is flailing in pain, as Naitch screams out to him to tap! Colt tries to roll over, but Naitch is able to shift it weight to makes sure the hold stays locked in...
YES!!!! C'MON, NAITCH!!! YOU GOT HIM!!!
Then out of nowhere Johnny Stone runs up to the ramp side of the apron. This distracts the referee. Naitch sees this and lets go of the hold. Naitch gets back to his feet to confront Stone, but then Ryan Blood runs up to the opposite side of the apron and hits a reverse Stun Gun on Naitch. This buys Colt enough time to get to his feet and hit Naitch with the There Will Be No Second Encore!
OH FOR THE LOVE OF-
Colt hooks the leg as the referee turns around.
1!
2!
3!
The Winner of the match... Colt!
Colt quickly then mounts Naitch and starts hammering away at him, as Blood and Stone get in the ring and stand around him taunting him. Colt picks Naitch up and hits another There Will Be No Second Encore, busting Naitch open.
What? Come on! This is uncalled for!
Serves him right for sticking his nose in the Pantheon's business!
It's more a case of Sore Loser Syndrome if you ask me, and I know you didn't-
Johnny Stone then goes to pick Naitch up for a Powerbomb as Ryan Blood takes to the top rope.
The hell you will, Blood. Pardon moi-
However Gus Richlen jumps out and pushes Ryan Blood off the top rope to the outside. Stone sees this and runs towards Gus Richlen, but Gus drops him with a right hand. Gus runs into the ring to attack Colt but Stone trips Gus up and starts hammering into him. Blood then runs into the ring and starts hammering away at a bloody Naitch.
It's that DAMN Pantheon and their numbers game!
It's genious! It's why these men deserve to be Tag Champions and World Champion!
Colt orders Stone to pick Gus up... Colt measures up a There Will Be No Second Encore, but before he can hit it. "Damn Right" Jackson hits the ring and takes Colt out with a Spear, the impact knocking Colt's mask right off.
And THERE'S the WWCF Champion!
Damn him! He doesn't need to be here!
This distracts Stone long enough for him to break free, he whips Stone right into another Jackson Spear!
Ryan Blood sees this and quickly rolls out of the ring to avoid being ganges up on, he takes Stone and Colt with him.
Jackson, Gus and Naitch stand at the ropes taunting the Pantheon. Jackson turns around to see Colt's Phantom mask... He picks it up and stares at it, before teasing turning it on.
Could this be "Damn Right" Jackson's fate...
He then throws it on the grown and steps on it. Holding his WWCF Title up high as he and Colt stare eachother down to end the show. Credits: Evil M, Mad Pirate Mulligan, Stryker, The Gigolo, BRB, Caleb Fourchon, Gus Richlen, and Colt
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