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Post by strykerdarksilence on May 9, 2011 15:15:33 GMT -5
Many thanks my friend. It added a LOT to my match ;D
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on May 9, 2011 15:21:32 GMT -5
Have yet to recieve results for the main event so I can do my spot.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 9, 2011 16:44:18 GMT -5
We seem to be making good progress, with three of the matches ready and more on the way. We might actually have a show on Monday this time!
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2011 17:49:23 GMT -5
The Empty Arena match will be sent shortly. I realized the match was going to be too short, so I went back and added to the beginning, but I should be done soon.
ThunderDome may take longer, since I have to wait to see what Seth wants to do with the ending.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 9, 2011 18:17:18 GMT -5
Oh, I PM'd Seth the info on who was going to win after I saw his earlier post, M. I'll forward you his response re. what he wants to do.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2011 18:20:56 GMT -5
Oh, I PM'd Seth the info on who was going to win after I saw his earlier post, M. I'll forward you his response re. what he wants to do. OK, cool.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 9, 2011 20:18:09 GMT -5
Many thanks my friend. It added a LOT to my match ;D As commentary should.
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on May 9, 2011 22:24:19 GMT -5
and done, but i'm having second thoughts on the ending.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 9, 2011 23:31:30 GMT -5
Okay. Well, there's still time to change the ending if you want to PM me and tell me what you're having second thoughts about.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2011 15:12:52 GMT -5
OK, I'm working on the main event. I was having some issues with the layout, but I think I've figured out the best way to write it. Should be in soon.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 10, 2011 17:56:00 GMT -5
I was just thinking; M or Square, did you immediately set out trying to figure out the next week's cards once you knew the results? Furthermore, did you ever think about where to go before even knowing the results out of anticipation?
It just seems like that would be sensible booking to me. For all I know it's already being done.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2011 18:13:40 GMT -5
I was just thinking; M or Square, did you immediately set out trying to figure out the next week's cards once you knew the results? Furthermore, did you ever think about where to go before even knowing the results out of anticipation? It just seems like that would be sensible booking to me. For all I know it's already being done. I tried to book ahead of time when I could, but there were times when it was difficult, since I liked to give people a chance to make requests. And there were times where people would want something completely opposite of what I had been planning for.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 10, 2011 18:48:50 GMT -5
I was just thinking; M or Square, did you immediately set out trying to figure out the next week's cards once you knew the results? Furthermore, did you ever think about where to go before even knowing the results out of anticipation? It just seems like that would be sensible booking to me. For all I know it's already being done. I tried to book ahead of time when I could, but there were times when it was difficult, since I liked to give people a chance to make requests. And there were times where people would want something completely opposite of what I had been planning for. Hm... It seems like what would work best is for the booker to have an idea of where to go from week to week, but to be ready for anyone to request something different. I can also see how any given change can make it fall apart like a jenga tower, so there's that too. As anyone can probably guess, I'm just looking for possible ways to make this machine run more smoothly, if any. Also, since many seem to be on board for the "writers stable" idea, I have something else to propose: Since every writer has pointed out what they'd generally prefer to write, would it be kosher if the booker assigned matches based on said preferences? I think that it should come with the caveats that: 1) writers may decline matches, to which the booker must find another writer; 2) a non-stable writer may claim a match over the stable writer on the booker's permission; I say "permission" because the "writers stable" assumes that every member is generally consistent, whereas a more freelance writer doesn't carry that assumption i.e. they may be unreliable. I think it would be much more smooth and friendly in practice. Thoughts on any of this? Maybe someone has a similar, but better or more efficient idea?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 10, 2011 18:52:16 GMT -5
I'm not sure if I'd want to assign matches to people. I'd rather ask them if they can write a match or two. If they can, great. If they can't, somebody else can do it. But if they volunteered to be part of the stable, they'll probably have the time more often than not.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 10, 2011 20:52:43 GMT -5
"End of Days" by 9 Electric plays over video recapping recent events in the WWCF...
...Cageking turning on his teammates at "Ernest Goes To War Games"...
...Colt defeating "Damn Right" Jackson for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship at "The Muppets Take WWCF"...
...the Pantheon's attack on Seth Drakin and Jessica Morton, followed by Colt announcing that the Pantheon have taken control...
...Seth vowing revenge from his hospital room...
...highlights of all of the participants in the main event in action...
..."TONIGHT, THESE SIX MEN WILL ENTER THE THUNDERDOME. ONE WILL EMERGE AS THE WWCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. THIS IS...."
WRESTLECRAPOCALYPSE 2011
*Pyro lights up the Parts Unknown Arena as the show kicks off*
"GORILLA" TIM HOSS: Welcome, everybody, to WrestleCrApocalypse! We have one hell of a show for you tonight! JESSE KING: That's right, Gorilla! Four of the five championships will be defended tonight, with Colt's World Heavyweight Championship being defended against "Damn Right" Jackson, Evil M, Ryan Blood, Johnny Stone, and "The Natural" Jeremy Grave inside the hellacious structure known as the ThunderDome! The crowd here will also see Cageking defend his Inter-Forum Championship against Ryan Bergman, and Champion Of Honor "B.A." Brian Alexander put his title on the line against "The Xtreme Machine" Gus Richlen! As for the Hardcore Championship held by the General of the Monkey Army, it will be defended in an Empty Arena Match against Square! Another important match taking place tonight will see Jonathan Michaels facing a mystery opponent chosen by Hideo Nakatomi! If JoNo wins, he'll get the "Money In The Bank Or Botch" briefcase that he can cash in at any time for a world title match! But if his opponent wins, Evil M will retain possession of the briefcase. I apologize for my lack of objectivity, but I hope that doesn't happen. Hey, if Evil M became our world champion, this company would make more money than you can possibly imagine! Just think of it! Ugh, I'm trying not to. Without further ado, let's get to our first match of the night. It's a long-time grudge match that has been two years in the making, Jesse.
You got that right, TH. Whitey Fats and the Boiler Room Brawler have butted heads on and off again ever since BRB first started here.
But they've agreed that tonight they fight to bury the hatchet for once and for all, and what better place than at Wrestlecrapocalypse?
Whitey is my dog in this fight, I'll tell you that much. He's on a roll and BRB's lucky to keep his personality straight week to week.
Interesting analysis, Jesse, but I think that BRB has the fire back. I think that he has what it'll take to put the brakes to Whitey Inc.
Well let's get to it then. Michael Muffer, take it away...
This match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, the challenger...
*Rigorous Vengeance - Municipal Waste*
*BRB walks out, his pipe wrench slung over his shoulder. His teeth are gritted. His gaze is intense. He hustles his way to the ring.*
Now entering the ring: hailing from Rockford, IL and weighing 330lbs; Boiler... Room... Brawler!
BRB looks menacing, but any moment now he'll probably start slobbering around the place or become a gay flamenco dancer.
As we saw though, Professor Bunsen cured him a month ago.
I don't believe it'll last.
*BRB walks up the ring steps. Referee John Creed tells him to put away the pipe wrench.*
Yeah, can't use that tonight, BRB. It'll cost you the match.
You're right about that, King.
*BRB places the wrench down, leaning it against the ring steps.*
And his opponent...
*Old Style Southern Music*
*Whitey Fats walks out, Caleb Fourchon close behind him.*
Now entering the ring, accompanied by his tag team partner, Caleb Fourchon; hailing from Starke, FL, weighing 285lbs, he is the Chairman of Whitey, Inc: Whitey Fats!
BRB may not be able to use his pipe wrench, but Caleb Fourchon cannot help Whitey in this match either.
He won't. He's just there to help Whitey maintain a positive outlook.
*Whitey walks up the ring steps. He removes his jacket, hands it off to Caleb Fourchon, then crosses the ropes into the ring.*
Right. It has nothing to do with Caleb Fourchon being one of Whitey's cronies. Nothing to do with him being Whitey's tag team partner.
Partners stick together. Where's JoNo, hm? Whitey Inc's going for the belts, and they need to watch each other; study each other's styles in the squared circle.
Boiler Room Brawler said that he and JoNo are doing some "spring cleaning" before they truly pursue the Tag Team belts. BRB is a man of his word, and has yet to be caught in a lie or a broken promise.
Well, until tonight.
Boiler Room Brawler versus Whitey Fats
*Referee John Creed starts the match. The bell rings. BRB and Whitey circle each other, then lock arms.*
BRB has a clear forty pound advantage on Whitey Fats...
*BRB side headlocks Whitey and punches him in the head. Whitey pushes BRB away.*
And off they go straight out of the gate...
*Whitey leaps at BRB and attempts to take him out from below, but BRB is steadfast and holds his ground. BRB peers behind himself at Whitey, then drops down to drive his elbow into Whitey, but Whitey rolls out of the way. Both men stand up and take a moment to gauge each other's next move.*
A bit of back-and-forth action to start us out.
*BRB throws out a front kick at Whitey, who catches BRB's leg...*
Uh oh.
*Whitey trips BRB to the mat, then tries to lock in a figure four leglock, but BRB kicks him away and starts getting up. Whitey rushes to meet BRB with a shining wizard to take him down to the mat.*
Whitey with a shining wizard. Impressive from a 220lber, devastating from a 280lber.
*Whitey covers BRB for the pin. Creed counts one, t-BRB powers out. Both men get to their feet. Whitey rushes BRB again, but he is caught, and BRB belly-to-belly suplexes him to the mat.*
Nice reversal from BRB.
*BRB covers Whitey for the pin. Creed counts one, tw-Whitey grabs the rope.*
But Whitey's too crafty to lose so soon.
I don't think anyone expected this match to end that quickly, and neither man seems to have interest in that either.
*BRB stands up and drops an elbow to Whitey's sternum. Whitey rolls to the outside as BRB stands back up. Whitey talks with Caleb for a moment as Creed counts one.*
What's Whitey doing with his Tag partner Caleb Fourchon?
Pep talk. Help him focus.
*Creed counts two. Whitey rolls back into the ring. BRB throws a chop at Whitey's chest. Whitey responds by backing up to the ropes, rebounding, and ramming his elbow into BRB's face. BRB staggers back a few steps...*
It takes much more than that to topple BRB.
Well, you know: the bigger they are, the harder they fall and all that.
*Whitey keeps the pressure on BRB by rushing him with a cross body slam. BRB stumbles back to the ropes, but he's still not knocked over.*
Maybe Whitey oughta try something else.
*Whitey turns around and attempts a mule kick, but BRB catches him.*
Oh no!
BRB reverses.
*Whitey drops upside down in BRB's grip as BRB shifts into a rear waistlock.*
BRB's ready to take Whitey to the Boiling Point!
Too soon! Too soon! Try something, Whitey!
*BRB steps over Whitey's arms, but then Whitey grabs the ropes and get assistance from Caleb Fourchon. Whitey locks his feet around BRB's face, and he works in tandem with Caleb Fourchon to faceplant BRB to the mat.*
Impressive teamwork by Whitey, Inc. BRB is down!
Nice "positive outlook" maintenance from Caleb Fourchon...
I bet Whitey feels good right about now!
*Whitey stands up, then drops a knee into BRB's back. He quickly chinlocks BRB while grinding his knee into BRB's back.*
Whitey keeping the pressure on BRB, as anyone would tell you is a mandatory tactic.
*BRB tries to get out of the chinlock by pushing up, but Whitey grinds his knee in some more, knocking him back down to the mat.*
And Whitey is in a one-two punch of a position to do that. BRB came to finish this, and Whitey's here to oblige!
*BRB leans to one side, then thrusts to his other, rolling himself onto Whitey. He presses his foot to the ground to cover for a pin.*
Interesting counter by BRB.
*Creed counts one, two, Whitey releases BRB, who rolls off of him. Both men get up. Whitey quickly locks his arm over BRB's head, but he can't complete his DDT, as BRB grabs his arm, twists behind Whitey, and lifts up for a flying hammerlock.*
BRB using his flying hammerlock hold - a move that punishes his opponents for trying to be anywhere close to his size.
*Whitey reaches out for ropes, but none are within his reach. BRB extends his leg, and slams Whitey down buttfirst.*
BRB transitioning to an atomic drop...
*BRB backs up to the ropes, then runs to Whitey for a shoulder block. Whitey side steps him in time, then delivers a standing dropkick to BRB, sending him over the top rope.*
Whitey Fats with a well timed dropkick to BRB's momentum.
BRB went at it a little too furiously.
*Caleb Fourchon hovers by BRB as Referee John Creed counts one. Whitey leans over the rope and beckons to BRB, who grabs him and hauls him over the top rope.*
BRB pulling Whitey to the outside!
Is he trying to get them both counted out? This match just started!
*BRB slugs Whitey, then Irish whips him to the steps and then chases after him. Creed counts two. Whitey thrusts his leg out and stops himself against the steps, then spins around and thrusts his elbow into BRB's face.*
Whitey narrowly avoided getting whipped against BRB's pipe wrench.
Narrowly? You say that like Whitey doesn't have this under control.
*Creed counts three. Whitey clutches BRB from behind and attempts a sleeper hold, but BRB slips out and shoves Whitey to the guard rail. Caleb walks over to help Whitey stand up. Creed counts four.*
He doesn't need help yet...
No, you're right. Caleb's just helping him up. What're friends for?
Not for helping you cheat.
*Caleb pats Whitey on the back and backs away. BRB and Whitey clash, fists flying in each other's faces as Creed counts five. Whitey kicks BRB in the midsection, bending him over, and then he elbows him in the back of the head. Creed counts six.*
Get back in the ring, Whitey!
You really think this'll keep BRB down for long enough?
*Whitey climbs up to the apron, then gets ready to jump down for a leg drop, but BRB is already back to his feet. Creed counts seven.*
Whitey's too smart to make those high risk moves at the wrong time, unlike BRB, who goes for them at the first opportunity.
Can't disagree there.
*Whitey instead crosses the ropes into the ring. BRB quickly yanks Whitey's leg and faceplants him to the mat. Creed counts eight.*
BRB with catlike reflexes.
*BRB runs up the ring steps and gets back in the ring as Whitey gets back up and plants his fist in BRB's face.*
But Whitey's still ready for him.
*BRB chops Whitey in the chest. Whitey thrusts his hand for BRB's throat, then sweeps the leg, taking BRB down to the mat.*
Whitey's resorting to a blatant choke hold!
Hey, give him some credit. He sweeped the leg too.
*Whitey continues choking BRB. Creed counts one.*
Whitey will take any advantage he can get against BRB.
Of course. That's why he started out with being "Whitey Fats."
*Creed counts two, but Whitey ignores him. BRB palm strikes Whitey in the face, but Whitey maintains his hold.*
A mighty palm strike from BRB doesn't stop Whitey.
BRB's on the ground, so he has less leverage to make it hurt.
*Creed counts three. BRB thrusts his hand for Whitey's throat and squeezes, but Whitey keeps his grip.*
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
BRB might give Whitey a taste of his medicine.
*Creed counts four. Whitey releases BRB's throat, but BRB holds on. Creed counts one on BRB. Whitey pokes BRB in the eye. BRB releases Whitey to tend to his eyes. Whitey backs away to a ring corner, clutching his throat in relief.*
These two men have been on and off again rivals ever since they first butted heads.
*BRB gets up with some slight rope assistance. Whitey runs over to him and delivers a double axe handle smash to BRB's back, but BRB can't be stopped.*
Whitey better get out of there. Caleb, spot him!
*Whitey throws a punch at BRB, but BRB blocks, then grabs Whitey's throat again with his free hand. He grabs him with the other hand, and lifts him up.*
Look at the strength of BRB! And what was that about Caleb Fourchon?
He should keep an eye out for his partner, that's all.
*Creed counts one on BRB, who turns around and chucks Whitey over the top rope. Whitey plops against the ringside floor. Caleb checks on him while BRB leans over the ropes to taunt Whitey.*
A reversal of fortune here.
Fortune nothing. The match ain't over, Gorilla.
*Caleb helps Whitey to his feet. BRB backs away.*
Brawler's not giving Whitey the same opportunity here.
*Caleb slides Whitey into the ring. BRB lets Whitey stand up before he charges him with a spear, driving Whitey to the ring corner.*
BRB's taken control of this match for sure.
I doubt it'll last.
*BRB chops Whitey in the chest a few times, and then Irish whips him to the opposite corner.*
What is Caleb Fourchon doing over there already?
Keeping an eye out for his partner, like I keep saying.
*BRB applys another choke hold to Whitey, pressing him up against the turnbuckle. Creed counts one. Caleb picks up BRB's pipe wrench.*
Uh oh, BRB had better watch out for Caleb Fourchon; he has the pipe wrench.
Actually, Whitey oughta watch out - could cost him the match.
*BRB continues choking Whitey. Creed counts two. Caleb runs up the steps and takes a swing. BRB backs away from Whitey, who drops down to the mat. Caleb misses BRB and Whitey, but hits Creed from behind, knocking him to the mat.*
Referee John Creed is out!
Anarchy!
*BRB looks down at John Creed, then at Caleb Fourchon, who crosses the ropes, pipe wrench still in hand.*
Caleb Fourchon with Boiler Room Brawler's pipe wrench!
Take him out, Caleb! Show BRB why Whitey always wins in the end!
*Caleb takes a swing at BRB. BRB tries to duck, but Caleb bashes him square in the side of his arm. BRB is sent hurtling over the top rope and falls outside. Whitey gets up and high fives Caleb. He asks Caleb for the pipe wrench, then slides to the outside.*
Whitey using his trickery to win against BRB. Has he no shame in these tactics?
Give BRB some credit here. He brought the pipe wrench, but I don't see a single pipe in this whole arena.
*Whitey stands over BRB's head and gloats. He lightly knocks the pipe wrench against BRB's head, then clutches it with the other hand, like he's getting ready for a golf club swing.*
Good night BRB. It was nice knowing you.
This could end BRB's career!
*Whitey looks to the ring to see if Creed's getting up. Caleb shakes his head and gives a thumbs up. Whitey gets ready to swing, making practice hits first.*
He's just messing with BRB here.
All right. I'll say this much: why doesn't BRB just move out of the way? He was hit in the arm, not the head!
*Whitey lifts the pipe wrench for the swing. BRB palm strikes Whitey square in the groin. Whitey drops the pipe wrench, crumbling to his knees in pain as BRB gets up.*
BRB playing possum!
Eh, his other arm is still looking worse for wear.
*BRB gets up. He picks up Whitey by the hand, then lifts him up and drops him straight on the groin again.*
BRB with a Manhattan Drop.
Would he leave the Wrestling Messiah's family jewels alone?
*BRB Irish whips Whitey towards the announce tables. Caleb Fourchon slips out of the ring to pursue the action.*
Caleb Fourchon not out of BRB's hair yet.
BRB's bald...
*Whitey crashes shoulderfirst against the guard rail. BRB charges for him, but Caleb grabs BRB by the back of his shirt. BRB whips around and is met with a lariat from Caleb Fourchon that takes him down to the mat.*
Whitey's Ragin' Cajun was a good investment...
*Whitey gets up and walks to BRB, where he and Caleb Fourchon proceed to stomp on him.*
He's a Louisiana thug and nothing more. They're ganging up on BRB now, but the referee is still knocked out cold by BRB's pipe wrench.
Guess he shoulda thought about that before bringing it.
*Whitey and Caleb pick up BRB and roll him into the ring. BRB crawls for the ropes, but Whitey rolls in the ring too quickly for him and he lifts BRB up for a torture rack.*
Look at the strength of Whitey here...
Can't discredit him there. Whitey Fats is one of the largest men working for the WWCF roster today, and lifting BRB up for a prolonged period of time doesn't come easy.
*BRB reaches out for the ropes as Whitey bobs him up and down.*
Any moment now, Creed's gonna get up just in time for Whitey to spike BRB with his patented Southern Discomfort.
*Creed starts to stir. Whitey keeps bobbing BRB up and down.*
Any moment now...
*Creed grabs a rope to get up. Whitey stops, gets ready, and then...*
It shouldn't have come to this...
There's no shame here. BRB's just going to be a senior member of the Southern Discomfort Club.
*... BRB hooks Whitey's arms, then pulls down for a crucifix pin. Whitey slams backward to the ropes. He drops BRB, then falls forward onto his face. BRB rolls out of the ring.*
BRB with his almost trademark crucifix pin reversal!
Dammit! I should have seen that coming!
*Creed is standing, looking around to figure out the situation. Caleb Fourchon points over to BRB on the outside. Creed looks over, then begins the count at one. Whitey gets up in a temporary daze, more shocked than hurt by the reversal.*
The Wrestling Messiah might need a savior himself.
*Creed counts two as BRB continues to recover. Whitey bends over, hands on knees, catching his breath.*
Looks like all he needs is a breather, which he's getting right now.
*Creed counts three. BRB pushes up from the floor. Whitey leans over the ropes, looking down at BRB.*
Not a good idea, Whitey. Last time BRB got you when you did that.
Unfortunately for BRB, he's too beaten up and stretched out to anything about it right now.
*Creed counts four. BRB stands up with apron assistance. Whitey backs away from the ropes. BRB stumbles backwards as he gathers his bearings. Whitey runs for the other side, then rebounds, running straight for BRB...*
What's Whitey doing?
He's getting desperate...
*Creed counts five. Whitey dives through the ropes and headbutts BRB head on like a missile, taking him down. Both men are down. Creed restarts the count.*
... And Whitey goes for the high risk district! He's taken down BRB!
Never new Whitey could do that...
*Creed counts one. Both men stay down.*
This match is even getting to Whitey at this point. I've never seen him pull a move like that before. He wants BRB finished once and for all.
In other words, he's actually taking this match seriously.
*Creed counts two, then three. Both men are still down.*
Need we remind the viewers at home that a headbutt, especially a diving headbutt, is quite risky to both opponents.
*Creed counts four, five. Both men stir and start getting up.*
But this is for posterity, TH. This match wipes the slate clean between these two men. They are pretty much wrestling to see who is the better man in that squared circle for once and for all.
*Creed counts six, seven. BRB and Whitey are at their feet, but not quite ready to attack each other.*
They will pull out all the stops to win, even if it means such a mutual exchange as that.
If they don't hurry up there'll be some kind of count out. No good for a grudge match.
*Creed counts eight. BRB swings a chop at Whitey, who stumbles back, but he slips back into the ring.*
I'd normally say, "just two more seconds, Whitey," but even I want to see an actually winner tonight.
*Creed counts nine. BRB slides into the ring and is met with another running knee drop from Whitey, who attempts another chinlock, but BRB quickly grabs the bottom rope.*
Not going to work again, I'm afraid.
*Both men get up with a little rope assistance. Whitey throws a kick at BRB, bending him over. Whitey lifts up BRB for a vertical suplex...*
It's time at last for the Phatsdriver.
*...but Whitey can't quite lift BRB. He backs away for a moment, tending to his back.*
Too much strain on Whitey's back over the course of this match apparently.
Or maybe the head?
*BRB delivers a front kick to Whitey's midsection, bending him over.*
But now it's BRB's turn...
*BRB waistlocks Whitey and steps over the arms. He lifts up...*
... for the Boiling Point.
What can Whitey pull now?
*... but BRB lets Whitey down and turns him over.*
Uh oh...
Uh oh...
*BRB plops straight down on Whitey's midsection and chest.*
The Boiler Room Bomb!
This can't happen!
Go for the pin, BRB!
*BRB sits on Whitey as Creed begins the count. One, two, thr-BRB stands up.*
What?
What?
*BRB grins sadistically. He picks up Whitey with another waistlock*
BRB following up the Boiler Room Bomb with the Boiling Point!
He means business tonight with Whitey, Inc!
*BRB steps over Whitey's arms, savoring the moment, and then he slams forward.*
BRB with the Boiling Point!
Sadly, I don't think all the money in the world will help you kick out of two 325lb impacts in a row...
*BRB turns Whitey over and hooks the leg for the pin.*
It was a mighty battle, but it looks like BRB's walking out of this long-standing grudge match the ultimate winner.
*Creed counts one, two, thr-Caleb Fourchon pulls Creed out of the ring, breaking the pin.*
Wow! Caleb Fourchon representing!
*Creed shouts at Caleb who erroneously argues with him. BRB pushes up from the mat, and exhaustedly stands up. Whitey lays like a slug.*
Caleb Fourchon, Whitey's paid employee and tag partner, buying time for Whitey to win this match.
*Creed slides back into the ring and calls up Michael Muffer.*
What's this?
By Referee John Creed's order, Caleb Fourchon is banned from ringside for this match!
Oh no! Whitey's doomed!
*BRB smiles as Caleb Fourchon takes one look back at Whitey before leaving up the ramp. BRB covers Whitey for the pin.*
And at last BRB can win this one.
*Creed counts one, two, three. He notices Whitey's leg on the ropes. BRB snarls, gets up, then drags Whitey to the center of the ring. He sticks his thumb out and moves it across his throat.*
What can BRB possibly do if a Boiler Room Bomb followed by a Boiling Point doesn't work?
*BRB walks to a corner across the way from Whitey. He climbs to the top rope...*
BRB better be sure about this...
*BRB looks around, then dives off, planting a Boiler Room Bomb squarely onto Whitey.*
Only one thing to call that: The Super Boiler Room Bomb!
Whoa!
*BRB, his back on Whitey, hooks the leg for the pin. Creed counts one. Two. Three!*
*Rigorous Vengeance - Municipal Waste*
Boiler Room Brawler did it! He defeated Whitey Phats for once and for all!
Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall: Boiler. Room. Brawler!
*BRB rolls off of Whitey and gets up. Exhaustedly, he looks over the dazed Whitey Phats.*
Leave well enough alone, Brawler!
Whitey Phats has always been a thorn in BRB's side, King. He even took advantage of BRB's amnesia, all the way to an Interforums Title win at Gookermania. This was a long time coming.
*BRB exits the ring and grabs his pipe wrench.*
But this is brutality!
You going to stop him?
*BRB raises his pipe wrench on high, looking down at Whitey...*
Be the better man, Brawler!
*BRB lowers his pipe wrench, then reaches down and extends his hand to Whitey. Whitey dazily grabs it and shakes.*
Indeed, King. Even Brawler has honor.
*BRB slings his pipe wrench over his shoulder and leaves the ring.*
A titanic battle for the ages, and we still have so much more at Wrestlecrapocalypse, King.
Judging from that match, this should be one for the ages.
Well let's continue as Wrestlecrapocalypse is more than underway! Up next it s Stryker Dark Silence taking on The Sam.
I bet that The Sam takes this one. He s too clever and wily for Stryker to put the hurt on him.
Well, let s join Michael Muffer at ringside
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
*Bagpipes furl*
*Stryker appears on the stage, looking pissed. He starts his walk down to the ring.*
Stryker appears focused for this bout, King. The Sam will be a 20 oz steak in a dog fighting contest.
MM: On his way to the ring, from the WWCF HALL OF FAME, weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY POOOUUUUNDS! STRRRRRRYKER DARK SIIIIIIIILEEEEEEEENCE!
*Stryker climbs the steps, wipes his feet on the apron and climbs into the ring, beginning to unbuckle his kilt.*
*Fanfare and March*
*The Sam walks out onto the ramp in a bright yellow helmet and immediately starts gesturing to fans and threatening Stryker.*
Well, dog fighting comments aside, Gorilla, The Sam is a former Interforums champion. He has the chops and he has the gravitas to take this match, just you watch!
MM: AND HIS OPPONENT, from The Samville USA! He claims to weigh in at TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY POOOUUUUNDS!! THE SAAAAAAAM! [/size][/color] *Sam enters the ring posing for the fans and drinking in false adulation. The referee sends Sam to his corner.* Look at that look of confidence on the Sam s mug. He has every right to it, TH. Stryker Dark Silence versus The Sam*The bell rings, but Sam refuses to leave his corner. He sends the ref out to pat Stryker down. The ref walks over to Stryker and starts to frisk as Stryker reluctantly stands there. Sam poses and flexes for the crowd and gives the Razor Ramon *oooh scared* taunt towards Stryker.* See? A little psychological warfare from The Sam. He ll intimidate Stryker into throwing in the *Stryker pushes past the referee to get his hands onto Sam, but Sam steps back between the ropes and jumps down to the outside before Stryker gets to him.* Now what, hotshot? The Sam needs to regroup and reassess the situation. Stryker just walked up to him. *Sam paces around the outside and taps his temple knowingly before calling for the referee to continue patting Stryker down. Stryker turns and gives the ref a glare and waves Sam back into the ring, but Sam continues to walk slowly around outside.* Stryker is refusing the WWCF official s frisk. He could have a foreign object ready to clock the former Interforums champion. This isn t The Sam s first picnic you know. *The Sam climbs the ring steps, steps back into the ring and the ref waves them together. Stryker rushes at him, but Sam steps back between the ropes and calls the ref to stop Stryker getting at him. The crowd boos mercilessly, wanting to see Sam get his just desserts and Stryker slowly walks in and stands glaring down into Sam's eyes. He points his finger right into Sam's face before the referee steps in and separates the two at Sam's insistence.* Would you look at The Sam s cowardice? Cowardice, or crafitness? *Stryker turns and shouts in frustration, pacing away across the ring. Sam runs in behind and hits a pathetic looking forearm to the back of Stryker's head before turning and celebrating as if he'd hit a knockout blow.* Yes! Get him, Sam! Take him down! *Stryker is totally unmoved by it and turns, smiling as Sam dances around. He grabs Sam's shoulder and turns him around to face him. * Looks like it s time to get down to brass tacks now. *Sam freezes with panic and Stryker unleashes a hard swung, full handed slap right across Sam's face, knocking him flat. Sam reels with a shocked look on his face and rolls out of the ring, sitting back against the guard rail.* What s this unnecessary roughness? Give Stryker a warning! *Stryker pursues Sam and rolls out of the ring causing Sam to scramble up and try and run, but he trips and falls flat. Stryker picks him up by his collar and rolls him into the ring, following in after.* Stryker s having this match come hell or high water, and I think the Sam s about to find out it ll be hell. *Sam starts to crawl away, but Stryker stands and hauls him up to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. Sam comes off with a hopeful Clothesline, but gets his arms hooked by Stryker who delivers a vicious headbutt, and another, before launching him with a HUGE Belly to Belly Suplex. Stryker is straight onto Sam as he writhes around and goes into a front mount, and starts delivering sharp, repeated forearms to Sam's face, before standing and twisting his boot into Sam's forehead!* This is cruel. This is sadistic! Stop the madness ref! Stryker clearly is not out to defeat the Sam; he s here to kill him!*Stryker drags Sam up to his feet and whips him off the ropes again, looking for the Sleeper, but as Sam comes back, he pushes the ref off into the ropes himself. * Ref, would you look out? That was a deliberate attack by the Sam. If Stryker wasn t being so brutal to him, maybe he wouldn t have accidentally attacked the ref, did you think about that? *Stryker grabs Sam in the Sleeper, but with the referee distracted, Sam kicks back and delivers a lowblow, causing Stryker to drop backwards in a heap! Sam runs off the ropes and hits the felled Stryker with a splash and covers!* Come on, ref, andale! *The ref slides in and counts 1 before Stryker kicks out with authority!* A mule kick to Stryker s groin from the Sam, but it ll take more than that to keep him down. *Sam clambers up to his feet, but Stryker is up too, albeit gingerly and grabs Sam and hits a big Kneelift sending Sam to the outside!* Stryker sending the Sam over the top rope! That s what the Sam wants him to think. He s going to rope-a-dope, just you watch. *Sam scrambles to his feet looking woozy and runs up the ramp as Stryker climbs out of the ring and gives chase. Sam jumps off the side of the ramp and heads backstage by the sound and pyro equipment, but Stryker bears down on him and kicks his legs out from underneath him, sending Sam up and landing flat on his back on the concrete.* The Sam can run but he can t hide. *Stryker drags him up and whips him hard into one of the large storage boxes, then grabs him an scoops him up, signaling for the Cyclone Cutter, but the crowd start shouting to get his attention as the ref's count in the ring reaches 6 with Stryker the full length of the ramp away!* Stryker in danger of being counted out along with the Sam. A count out is better than a pinfall. It s the best the Sam can do with Stryker s shenanigans tonight. Shenanigans? Stryker s trying to wrestle the Sam! *Stryker grabs Sam by his scruff to drag him back to the ring, but realizes he has to drop him and starts to run...BUT SAM GRABS A WIRE FROM THE SOUND EQUIPMENT AND PULLS IT TIGHT, TRIPPING STRYKER AND LEAVING HIM FLAT AS THE REF COUNTS 8! 9! 10!* Genius move by the Sam! MM: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THIS MATCH HAS BEEN DECLARED A DRAW THANKS TO A DOUBLE COUNTOUT! You not only lost the battle, but the war continues, Stryker! The Sam hardly roped a dope tonight, but he did mitigate his disadvantages, I ll give him that. *Stryker gets to his feet, in disbelief at the result, and slams his fists down onto the ramp! He turns around and looks to take out his frustrations on Sam, but Sam has already disappeared off into the backstage area! Stryker returns to the ring, almost pleading with the referee to change the decision, but he is having none of it. STRYKER LAYS OUT THE REFEREE!* Stryker is furious now! See what I mean? Stryker is unstable and, if I must say so, psychologically unfit to wrestle anyone, much less former Interforums Champion The Sam! *Stryker scoops the referee up and....CYCLONE CUTTER!* A cyclone cutter to the ref! I think he s doing all the work for the Sam. At this point he ll get fired and the Sam wins the war. *Stryker turns his attentions onto Muffer and grabs the ring mic out of his hand, smashing Muffer across the face with it!* This has to stop! Hey, you think we should get out of here before Stryker *Stryker rolls out of the ring in a rage, tearing the top off the announce table and tearing the apron off the ring! He shoves down a cameraman and grabs the camera, smashing it repeatedly against the ring post, screaming in anger, before grabbing a chair and throwing it into the ring then climbing the guardrail, shoving fans out of the way as he walks out of the building.* A close call for us tonight at Wrestlecrapocalypse, but the best is yet to come, King. I almost went at him, I swear! Let s just move on while the apron is repaired and we get some backup equipment out here *We cut to backstage...* This is Fred G. Neric backstage and my guest at this time is one of the men who will be competing in this evening s ThunderDome match for the WWCF World Championship. Please welcome Evil M.Hello Fred.M grabs the mic. Goodbye Fred.But-Goodbye.Fred takes the hint and walks off. Ladies and gentlemen! It won t be long now. ThunderDome is upon us! Soon my destiny will be fulfilled!
Five men stand between me and the WWCF World Championship.
Jeremy Grave.
Kid, you must be the luckiest guy in the world. Because despite having been an utter failure, you ve managed to convince the promoters that you re something special. How else can one explain all the title shots you ve been given over the last three months? Hell, you even managed to sneak in a two minute Tag Team Title reign last week!
But do you know how long I was the Champion of Honor? Eight and a half months. I fended off all comers and brought prestige to a title that up to that point, stood for anything BUT Honor! Your title run wasn t even long enough to make a cup of coffee, much less drink it!
And you think you re the next World Champion? Please.
Ryan Blood and Johnny Stone.
Ah yes. You two again.
Face the facts boys. The only reason either of you is in this match is because of The Pantheon. I can guarantee you if it weren t for Colt, you d be washing windows at some gas station or flipping burgers somewhere.
I ve already beaten you both in one on one matches, tonight won t be any different.
Damn Right Jackson.
Oh DR Jackson. You know what s funny? Believe it or not, you and I have something in common.
See, last year, you and I had the two longest title reigns in quite some time. Of course, my reign was six weeks longer
But I digress. You and me, we re the biggest men in this match. Just like last year. But here s the difference. This year I m motivated. I m fighting for one purpose.
I want that title.
Which brings me to the reigning Champion.
Colt.
A man I share quite the storied history with. We ve been allies and bitter enemies, haven t we Colt? In fact, we even met at the very first GookerMania, in the first Inferno TLC. Of course, I won
But you did get your win four months later at King of WrestleCrap, and became the king in the process. And here s where the story get s fun. Because as a result of that win, you got to challenge for the WWCF World Championship. And you went on to win that title.
It was great! Colt is the Champ! Colt is the Champ!
What a moment.
Of course, it became a greater moment when you got to do it again.
But Colt? All good things must come to an end.
Tonight, destiny will prevail!
Tonight, I will do what I came here to do.
Tonight
Tonight, I will become
Champion.Evil M drops the mic and walks off. *After a promotional video hyping the upcoming matches on the card, we rejoin Hoss and King at ringside.* And we're back, fans. On behalf of the WWCF, I apologize to all of you for the delay caused by the actions of Stryker Dark Silence.We're finally back on track, and this next match will determine the fate of the MITBOB briefcase.Metal won it back at GookerMania III, but after his departure the briefcase was acquired by Hideo Nakatomi and Evil M. Jonathan Michaels, however, had been betrayed, assaulted, and tormented for months by those two individuals. Because of their ongoing feud, JoNo threatened to get Evil M disqualified the moment he cashed the contract in...unless he was given an opportunity to win the briefcase for himself. And that brings us to our next match. Let's go to Michael Muffer now...*The damage done by Stryker has been repaired as best as can be expected, and Michael Muffer can be seen holding an ice pack to his face. He lowers it to make the introductions...* The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! The winner will receive the "Money In The Bank Or Botch" contract for a WWCF World Heavyweight Championship title match, which can be cashed in at any time!*"DOA" by Foo Fighters* Introducing first! From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 240 lbs....JONATHAN....MICHAELS!*Smoke engulfs the top of the ramp as video plays on the CrapTron of dangerous film stunts. Michaels emerges from the smoke, walking with determination to the ring.* Dead man walking!You don't even know who he's facing yet!And his opponent!Well, we're about to find out!*What can only be described as "Generic Korean music" starts to play* Weighing in at 278 lbs and hailing from Goyang, South Korea, he is...THE GREAT WARRIOR!"The Great Warrior"?*A large Korean man dressed in a red and blue robe appears on the ramp, Hideo Nakatomi at his side. Both of them make their way down to the ring, where the Warrior bows first to Hideo, and then to referee John Creed. Just as the Warrior begins to climb into the ring--* *"Virus" by KMFDM* What the hell?*Ryan Blood walks out from the back, dressed in black jeans, boots, and a Pantheon t-shirt. He holds a kendo stick in one hand and a mic in the other, and is flanked by two security guards as he heads straight for Hideo.* Hold on there, Hiddy! What part of "barred from ringside" did you not understand?*As the Warrior drops down from the ring apron to face Blood and the security, Hideo gets his hands on a mic and angrily responds* How dare you! Don't you know who I am?!*Blood's closed the distance between himself and Hideo by now and brings himself nose to nose with the elderly man* I know exactly who you are, which is why I don't like you, and why I don't trust you. Maybe nobody notified you, but the Pantheon runs this show, and I publicly announced that you and your new protege, Evil M, were to stay away from the ring while this match was going on. And unless you have terrible long-term memory, you know what I'm capable of if you don't get your ass to the back in the next sixty seconds!What are you doing, Ryan?! Hideo Nakatomi has a right to be down there! Evil M's briefcase is on the line!*The Warrior positions himself between Hideo and Blood, glaring down at the Pantheon member. Both security guards step forward, seemingly ready to throw down should things get out of hand. Hideo speaks up from behind his chosen wrestler* You risk much, Ryan. I happen to know that Colt does not feel the same as you do on this matter--in fact, he has invited Evil M into the Pantheon! But even if Colt tolerates this behaviour, what is to stop me from setting my Warrior here on you? He has competed all over the world, Blood, and won more championships than you can possibly count! Even the three of you together are no match for him!*The camera catches Hideo smiling evilly as he speaks the next sentence* Or is there just one of you, Ryan? Who is to say you can trust your security? Do they not answer to Seth Drakin?*Blood keeps his eyes on the Warrior as he raises his mic again.* Maybe they do, but Drakin wouldn't want you interfering in this match any more than I do, and I think they know that. So yeah, I trust them. But even if I'm wrong, do you really want to risk your "Warrior" getting hurt before he takes on JoNo there? I brought this kendo stick for a reason, Hideo, and I will not hesitate to kendo the hell out of both of you before dragging you...*He points to Hideo* ...to the back, after throwing you...*He points at the Warrior* ..into the ring with Mr. Michaels.*Hideo gets a sour look on his face* "Kendo" is a martial art, not a verb, you ignorant gaijin.Whatever. The point is that I will hit you very hard with this stick unless you get lost. NOW.*Hideo curses in Japanese and gives some quick instructions to the Warrior before departing. The Warrior steps into the ring and removes his robe, revealing a pair of short black trunks. Creed calls for the bell* Jonathan Michaels vs. The Great Warrior Winner receives the MITBOB briefcase for a shot at the WWCF World Heavyweight ChampionshipI don't believe this! What is Ryan Blood thinking?I wouldn't have expected this from him either, King, but it looks like we'll have a chance to ask him about his motivations; he's heading over here!BLOOD: [putting on a headset] So I am, Hoss. This seems as good a place as any to guard the ring in case Evil M shows up.Wait, really? You want to sabotage Evil M's chances to become a world champion?!It's like I said to your broadcast partner, King: I haven't had anything against Evil M for some time, but then he aligned himself with Hideo Nakatomi, and that changed everything. I haven't forgiven that old fart for what he tried to do to me, and I was disgusted by the way he treated his daughter Sara and her boyfriend JoNo there. I tried to get those two to stand up to him by showing them some tough love...That's one way of putting it.Hey, judge me all you like, Hossy. You always have. But let's put things in perspective: I've never done anything like what Hideo and M are doing. Hideo's forcing his daughter to marry Evil M, and M is totally fine with that. Meanwhile, the way Michaels is finally standing up to Hideo makes it hard for me to keep hating him.*The two men lock up, with Michaels quickly being pushed across the ring and into the corner by the bigger man. Creed begins a five count and the Warrior releases Michaels at four, backing up and grinning sadistically at him.* Looks like this Great Warrior of Mr. Nakatomi's has the power advantage in this contest.KING: [addressing Blood] Next you'll be telling me that you've changed your mind about Gus Richlen and Seth Drakin!No, Richlen's a stupid little punk who had the chance to walk away from a hopeless and pointless fight, but who instead chose to stand in our way. Which, you can rest assured, he'll regret. And don't get me started on Seth Drakin. The WWCF is better off without him, whether people around here realize it or not.*Michaels steps forward and locks up with Warrior again, this time catching him in a headlock. Warrior twists his body so that he can hammer Michaels' midsection with stiff punches, however, and Michaels is forced to let him go. Warrior headbutts Michaels before shooting him into the ropes and flooring him with a running body check! Warrior pulls Michaels up and lifts him over his head for a suplex, holding him up and letting all the blood drain to his head before bringing him crashing down to the mat!* So far this match is being dominated by the Warrior.But that can change in a heartbeat. I know from experience that Jonathan Michaels can make a comeback when you least expect him to.*The Warrior gets to his knees, pulls Michaels up, wraps an arm around his neck and applies an Asiatic thrust choke hold! The seated Michaels struggles to get free, and is finally able to counter into a jawbreaker! The Warrior stumbles away, dazed, while Michaels slumps to the mat* I don't like the looks of this!*The Warrior has recovered by now, and is advancing on Michaels--SPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE BY MICHAELS!* JONATHAN MICHAELS JUST SPEARED THE WARRIOR OUT OF HIS BOOTS!Being hit by that spear is not fun, take my word for it. By the way, you think this guy's legally changed his name like that other "Warrior"?*Michaels forces himself to a standing position and hits the Warrior with a snap suplex before locking on a Boston crab! The Warrior's face seems impassive, however; if he's in pain he shows no signs of it as he pulls himself to the ropes and finally gets the break. Michaels waits until four to let go* Look at the Warrior! He acted like that Boston crab wasn't any more painful than a stiff breeze!It must have taken a toll on him though, Jess.*Michaels attempts to clothesline the Warrior as he picks himself up, but the Warrior catches him with a side kick to the stomach that doubles him over! The Warrior grabs JoNo around the neck with both hands and brings him up...* Yes! Kill him!*...just before the Warrior can hit Michaels with a double lifting choke slam, his legs give out! He collapses to the mat in a heap and releases JoNo* Looks like Hoss knew what he was talking about; Warrior's legs aren't 100% after spending so long in the Boston crab.*As JoNo goes for a belly to back suplex, the Warrior frees himself and lands behind Jono! The Warrior brings JoNo down with a spinning elbow strike!* A spinning elbow strike from the Great Warrior brings Jonathan Michaels down!*The Warrior whips JoNo into the turnbuckles, but Michaels reverses! The Warrior hits the turnbuckles hard and bounces off--right into a Fade To Black! Michaels covers* One! Two! Three! Here is your winner...JONATHAN MICHAELS!*Creed is handed the briefcase and presents it to the tired JoNo as the Parts Unknown Arena goes nuts!* Jonathan Michaels has done it! He has beaten Hideo Nakatomi's chosen opponent and now has an excellent chance of becoming the world champion between now and GookerMania IV! in fact, it's practically guaranteed!Are you sure you know what you're doing, Ryan? Who's to say that JoNo isn't gonna cash in that contract on Colt, or Stone, or you? And why make an enemy of Evil M right before the ThunderDome match, when he's helped the Pantheon before now?Who's to say that M wouldn't have been as much of a threat to cash in on us? And as for the ThunderDome, it doesn't matter how Evil M feels; the Pantheon is going in there with the title and walking out with it. The only thing that might change is which one of us is the champion at the end of the night.*JoNo climbs through the ropes and walks to the back, pausing at the top of the ramp to hold up the briefcase to a fresh round of cheers. After Michaels has left, Blood also gets up and heads to the back* (To be continued shortly...)[/center]
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 10, 2011 21:32:48 GMT -5
Up next is the empty arena match for the Hardcore Championship!
This war between Square and The General has continued from their match last month at Muppets Take WWCF!
And the only way to settle it is in an empty arena, with no fans around!
We cut to the empty arena as Square and referee Will Alphonzo are already in the ring.
*King Kong 2004*
The General makes his way to the ring, carrying the windup monkey and the Hardcore Championship.
As he approaches the ring, Square nails him with a baseball slide from under the ropes! The General is knocked back to the ramp, as Square goes after him! Punches by the challenger, followed by a slam on the steel ramp! Cover!
1! Kickout!
Square grabs The General and throws him back in the ring! Square then looks under the ring and pulls out a trash can! He slides it into the ring as The General is on his feet! As Square rolls back in, The General meets him with several boots to the back of the head, then grabs the trash can. He lays it on Square’s head, then stomps down, crushing the can and possibly Square’s skull! He throws the can aside, then turns Square over. Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
The General pulls Square up and tosses him to the outside, then steps onto the ring apron.
TEN-HUT, MAGGOT!!!
The General comes off the apron with a flying elbow! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
The General reaches over the guardrail and grabs a chair. He sets it down on the floor, then pulls Square up. He goes for a piledriver….
But Square blocks it! The General tries again, but get’s back body dropped over the guardrail! Square collapses to the floor as the General lays on the other side of the barrier. Square manages to pull himself up and pick up the chair. As The General stands up, Square blasts him! Down goes the Champ! Square climbs over the rail and covers The General!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Square pulls the General up, only to throw him into a row of empty seats! He then starts grabbing chairs from the next few rows and throwing them on top of The General! With The General buried, Square makes his way back to the ring and goes under the ring once more. He comes back with a steel shovel! Square pushes the guardrail aside and goes back to the pile of chairs. He lifts the shovel, then notices that The General isn’t there! He looks around and sees him crawling up the stairs towards the concession area! Square drops the shovel and gives chase, but as he catches up, The General kicks back! The General on his feet now, and he grabs Square and tosses him back down the stairs! He then continues up the stairs and out of sight.
Alphonzo runs over to Square.
Square, you OK?!
Yeah. But he won’t be.
C’mon. This match isn’t over yet.
Square walks up the stairs and through to the concession area. The stands are vacated, no fans or employees in sight. Square looks around…
He has to be around here somewhere…
He continues down the hall, looking in random rooms. He peeks into an office.
COME ON OUT GENERAL!!!
He opens another door, but no General.
Where you hiding, boy?!
Windup Monkey assuming control…
Square turns to see the General holding the windup monkey and the Hardcore Championship.
Well?
Here I am.
Square lunges at The General, who sidesteps his challenger.
Getting a little slow, aren’t we Square?
Square grimaces as he pulls himself to his feet. He charges again, but the General meets him with a kick to the midsection! Several punches by the Champion, then a suplex on the floor! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
As Square get’s to his feet, The General grabs a nearby broom. He swings, but Square blocks the shot! Kick to the ribs, then Square breaks the broom over his knee! He tosses the bristle half to the side, then rams the handle part into The General’s ribcage! As the Champion doubles over, Square scoops him up and slams him down on the floor! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
Square picks The General up and drags him towards a nearby room.
I want your title General…
He then throws The General through the room’s GLASS WALL!!!
…But first I want your blood!
Square climbs through the broken glass and picks up the now bloodied General. He slams his head off a desk, then suplex’s him THROUGH THE DESK!!! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Square pulls the General out of the wreckage and tosses him through what used to be a window.
It’s over General.
Square pulls The General up and hoists him up on his shoulders…
WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT?!! SQUARE HAS THE GENERAL UP!!! HE HAS HIM UP!!!
Square drops the General and turns around to see Monty Dawson, mic in hand and a smarmy grin on his face.
Don’t let me stop you Square! You’ve got this in the bag, man! IN THE BAG!!!
Square flips Dawson up, then grabs The General again. He starts to lift him up for the L7, but Dawson cracks Square in the back of the head with his mic! Square and The General both go down!
Then again, MAYBE YOU DON’T!!!
Dawson laughs crazily as he runs off. The General, covered in blood, manages to drape an arm over Square.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!!
Square slowly gets to his feet. He pulls The General up, punches and kicks by the challenger! He drops the Champ with a DDT, then looks over to see several tables, with crates on top of them. He then notices a staircase leading to a balcony overlooking the floor they’re currently on. Thinking fast, he pulls the tables and crates towards the middle of the room. As The General tries to get to his feet, Square cuts him off with a kick to the head! He then drags the Champion towards the stairs. He drags him up each stair, ramming his head into the wall as they go. When they get to the top, Square shoves The General to the floor! Square yanks The General up and throws him against the railing. He steps back, preparing to clothesline the Champ, but The General get’s his foot up! Square staggers back, Monkey Paw by The General! He then pulls Square up and lifts him into a Gorilla Press! He walks over to the railing, then DROPS SQUARE OVER THE RAIL AND THROUGH THE TABLES AND CRATES!!!
The General calmly walks down the stairs and covers Square.
1!
2!
3!
Alphonzo hands The General the belt.
OOOHH!! Tough break there, Square! But your winner and STILL Hardcore Champion, The General of the Monkey Army!
The General, obviously feeling the effects of the match limps away as Dawson walks over to the unconscious Square. He smiles, but that smile quickly turns to a scowl. He hit’s Square with the mic again, then turns him over into the Final Jeopardy! Alphonzo has to pull him off of Square!
Get out of here!
Dawson backs away, laughing at Square’s predicament.
WE NEED SOME HELP HERE!!
*We cut back to the crowd at the Parts Unknown Arena, all of whom are in a state of stunned silence after seeing the conclusion of the match on the CrapTron*
I...I don't believe it...Square must have fallen at least twenty feet just now... We could see he was still breathing, Gorilla, but apart from that it's anybody's guess what condition he's in. As soon as we receive word about the extent of Square's injuries, fans, we'll let you know. So....that was Monty Dawson.... Last week we were talking about how he was sick and dangerous, but I had no idea he was capable of this! What kind of human being tortures a man with a submission hold after he's taken a near-lethal fall like that?! The kind of human being I'm glad isn't in this arena! Well, we have to trust that the EMTs on hand in the other building know what they're doing and get on with the show. Our next bout is for the Championship Of Honor. Oh no...RICHLEN? Can we try to be professional this time and actually call the match instead of shouting at each other from bell to bell? I make no promises!
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WWCF Championship of Honor!
*“Scarred For Life” rings through the arena as Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O’Hara head for the ring, with Richlen acknowledging a sing that reads “NO RICHLEN WINNING/NO PEACE.”*
Introducing first the challenger, accompanied by Shaelin Marie O’Hara, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 181 pounds-
Richlen gained some weight….
The “Xtreme Machine,” Gus Richlen!
It’s unfortunate to watch the phenomenal talent that is Gus Richlen suddenly start floundering like he has for the past few weeks. He’s desperate to stop his five match losing streak, but he has a golden chance to do so at the expense of Brian Alexander tonight!
Stop being such an ass-kisser, Hoss! Richlen is not a “phenomenal talent”! Hell, he’s not a talent, period! He’s an absolute LACK of talent! When he loses again tonight like he’s supposed to, I hope he leaves the WWCF for good, like he should have done since day one! Hell, he should never have been here period!
Oh, that’s a load of crap, King! Richlen has more than proven that he is worthy to be in the WWCF and follow in the footsteps of some of the greats in this federation like-
GREATS?! You’re actually going to try to compare a piece of crap like Richlen to someone on the hallowed echelon of Colt?! That’s ridiculous!
I think that after what the Pantheon has done the past few months, Richlen would tell you that he’d much rather aspire to be more like Ryan Bergman and “Damn Right” Jackson-
*During this time, B.A. Brian Alexander has walked to the ring to the tune of “Peter Gunn Theme,” eschewing his normal entrance and staring a cold hole in his challenger.*
And his opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 250 pounds, the WWCF Champion Of Honor, B.A. Brian Alexander!
He’s a jackass for trying to interfere in the noble business of the Pantheon, he’s a jackass for even being a part of this company, he’s a jackass for even stepping into a ring in the first place-
SHUT UP, KING! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR CONSTANT BADMOUTHING OF RICHLEN EVERY TIME HE SHOWS UP!
He deserves it!
THE HELL HE DOES!
*As the shouting match commences on commentary, B.A. attempts to lock up with Richlen, but the approach is halted when Richlen slaps him hard across the face. B.A. rubs his jaw for a moment, then starts firing punches, eventually sending the challenger into one corner. He then starts belting him with several running knees before dragging him to the center of the ring. B.A. then tries to apply a crossface chickenwing, but Richlen reverses it and hits the reverse STO! He then rolls Alexander over, but he can’t get a cover as B.A. is quickly up. Richlen tries to get to his feet as well, but he quickly gets lifted off them and dropped by a gutwrench suplex!
1!
Richlen doesn’t even break a sweat in getting a shoulder up, so B.A. pulls him up but is driven into the corner full force by Richlen, who then backs up and charges for the Dark Lasso, but B.A gets out of the way!
When B.A. turns around, however, Richlen flies off the top turnbuckle and connects with a Buff Blockbuster!
1!
2!
B.A . gets the shoulder up!*
And that, in contrast to what King will tell you, is an example of why Gus Richlen is one of the best young talents in WWCF!
*King starts yelling at Hoss again as Richlen blasts B.A.’s midsection with several sharp kicks, then he bounces off the ropes as Alexander is doubled over. However, when he goes for the leapfrog stomp, B.A. stands up with Richlen in mid-air! Richlen lands on his feet and tries for the over-the-shoulder backbreaker, but it gets reversed into a pumphandle suplex after Alexander spins around on him!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out, but B.A. backs up, and when Richlen gets to his feet he gets drilled with a lariat!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out again, so Alexander picks him up by the arms and hits a butterfly sup- NO! Richlen breaks loose and has one of B.A.’s arms and goes to lock in the Nightmare Exp- NO! B.A. spins Richlen around and has him in a side headlock! He flexes his free arm, but he waits too long for the DDT and Richlen breaks free and counters into a Samoan drop!
1!
2!
B.A. kicks out, so Richlen backs up and runs for the corner, but before he gets there, B.A. chops him down! He then gets up and flexes his muscles, stalling to make derogatory remarks about Richlen to Shaelin, who just glares at him.
But when Alexander tries to drop the elbow, Richlen shifts out of the way and B.A. misses! Moments later, Richlen grabs B.A. by the throat and drags him up!*
And Brian Alexander’s reign may not be long for the world!
Of course it is! Look who he’s in the ring against!
*But as soon as they’re on their feet, Richlen gets smacked with an uppercut, then a kick in the gut, and B.A. follows up with a gutwrench powerbomb!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out!
B.A. then stalks Richlen as he gets up, and as soon as Richlen is up, B.A. grabs him around the throat for the Bad Attitude, but Richlen tries to block it by grabbing him for a choke as well! John Creed starts a count for the choke, but this proves unnecessary as B.A. kicks Richlen in the gut and hits the Bad Attitude anyway!
1!
2!
RICHLEN KICKS OUT!!!*
HAHA! YES!!! B.A. HAS FINISHED RICHLEN FOR GOOD!!!
No he didn’t, King! Richlen kicked out! The match continues!
No it doesn’t! Richlen just lost! He never kicked out!
DAMN IT, KING, RICHLEN DID KICK OUT! OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES FOR ONCE AND ACTUALLY PAY ATTENTION TO THE MATCH!
*B.A. is shocked by Richlen’s kickout, and he turns to argue with Creed, but when he turns around, Richlen is back on his feet and drills him with the Carnosel! B.A tries to get back up, but Richlen, not stopping to toss off his A-shirt, lets out a scream and blasts Alexander in the head with the Schwinn Smash!
1!
2!
This time it’s Alexander who must kick out, but Richlen is stalking him as he gets up, and as soon as B.A. is on his feet, Richlen grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him!
1!
2!
B.A. KICKS OUT!!!
A slightly flustered Richlen waits for B.A. to get up again, but when he tries for another chokeslam, B.A. blocks the arm, gets Richlen by the throat, and pulls him up for a second Bad Atti- NO! Richlen suddenly wraps his legs around Alexander’s neck and hurricanranas him into the turnbuckle! B.A. staggers back, and Richlen hits the Final Judgment!!!
1!
2!*
HE’S GOING TO DO IT! RICHLEN’S GOING TO-
*B.A. GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!*
See, Hoss?! Cheaters never prosper, and Richlen just got caught trying to hold the rope!
Richlen never even touched the rope! B.A. grabbed the rope to break the pin, not Richlen! WAKE THE HELL UP, KING!
I am awake! And I saw Richlen try to use the ropes for leverage! It was clear as day! Richlen is nothing but a dirty cheater, and he deserves to lose even more than he already does!
*The frustrated Richlen can only wait for Alexander to get back up, and as soon as he does, Richlen picks him up again for the Final Judgment, but B.A. rolls through and rolls Richlen up! Richlen manages to grab the bottom rope, but Creed doesn’t see it!
1!*
Creed, check the ropes! CREED!
*2!
Shaelin is trying to find a way to break the pin, but she realizes that there’s no way for her to do it without getting Richlen disqualified, so she starts yelling at Creed to stop the count!*
What are you talking about? There’s nothing at all for him to see!
*3!!!!*
NO!!!! YES!!!!
Here is your winner and STILL Champion Of Honor, Brian Alexander!
*B.A. has no idea that Richlen grabbed the ropes and so he’s celebrating while Richlen and Shaelin start pleading with Creed to check the video and restart the match, but Creed repeatedly refuses!*
And thanks to John Creed failing to do his job, poor Gus Richlen now goes six matches without a win!
What do you mean, he didn’t do his job?! Creed counted a clean pin and B.A. won, and most importantly and best of all, Richlen lost!
Richlen had the bottom rope, and Creed should have seen it and stopped the pin! To Alexander’s credit, I don’t think he knew that Richlen had grabbed the rope, so I’m not going to accuse him of anything, but Creed-
Creed did nothing to stop the pin because there was no need to stop it! Richlen never grabbed the ropes! Stop trying to make excuses for him by insisting on things that aren’t there!
DAMN IT, KING! RICHLEN GRABBED THE BOTTOM ROPE! I AM SICK OF YOU LETTING YOUR HATRED OF HIM BLIND YOUR EYES TO REALITY-
*The two commentators keep screaming at each other as a dejected Richlen walks up the ramp, Shaelin trying to console him the whole time while Alexander celebrates some more in the ring.*
HOSS: [interrupting King] STOP STOP STOP STOP! We did it again! We did nothing but argue with one another for almost the whole match! YOU were the one arguing! I was the voice of reason as usual, it's not my fault if you're too stubborn to listen, and furthermore-- Moving right along...next up is the Inter-Forum title match between Bergman and Cageking. Bergman is determined to win this belt, folks; not only does he want to strike a blow against the Pantheon by taking one of their belts, but if he become IF Champion tonight then he'll have held every single title in the WWCF at one time or another. And that's no small accomplishment! You can't really think that he has a chance against Cageking. If you ask me, the company made the right move releasing him a while ago. Well, it looks like this one's about to get started, King. We'll find out who's right soon enough...
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and it is for the WWCF Inter-Forum Championship!
*"Edge Of Faith" by Nemesis Theory*
Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Fulton, New York, and weighing in at 219 lbs....BERGMAN!
*Bergman waits at the top of the ramp, his hood up. As soon as the vocals start, he throws off his hood to a big pop and slowly walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of his fans on the way. After entering the ring, he looks out at the crowd from a corner and poses for them as he waits for his opponent*
And his opponent!
"One Mic/Ecstasy Of Gold" by Nas"
Hailing from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 295 lbs...he is the reigning WWCF Inter-Forum Champion....CAGEKING!
*Cageking walks out from the back carrying his title belt to a universally negative crowd reaction. He walks down the ramp, pausing as he passes a particularly vocal guy leaning over the guardrail and jumps at him, startling the fan and causing him to fall over backwards. Cageking laughs, and strides the rest of the way down the ramp. He climbs the steps, enters the ring, and hands over his title belt while engaging in a staredown with Bergman. Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson holds up the title before calling for the bell to kick things off.
Cageking vs. Bergman WWCF Inter-Forum Championship
*Cageking catches Bergman with a knee to the stomach, doubling him over. Cageking shoots Bergman into the ropes. As Bergman bounces back, he ducks a punch from Cageking and slides between his legs! Bergman springs up behind Cageking and flips him over with a step-up reverse hurricanrana! Before he can do anything more, Cageking throws him off, and quickly puts some distance between himself and Bergman to regroup*
Ryan Bergman mentioned that he'd learned some lucha libre moves from Mick Goosenhedge, so he's got a whole new bag of tricks to dip into now. I don't believe we ever saw him use a reverse hurricanrana like that when he was known as Jazzman. He can learn moves from all seven continents, but he'll still be no match for Cageking! All seven continents? Including Antarctica? Sure! Emperor penguins can teach you some lethal moves if you can persuade them you're worth the time!
*A more wary Cageking advances on Bergman, who stands his ground waiting for Cageking to make the first move. Cageking finally throws a jab, which Bergman dodges! Cageking gets his guard back up before Bergman can get close, and throws another jab, which is dodged as well! Cageking throws another jab and follows it up by swinging wildly with a hook, which is ducked by Bergman, who finds himself behind Cageking again! As Bergman attempts to take advantage, however, Cageking nails him in the stomach with a back kick! As Bergman crumples to the mat, Cageking turns around, grinning cockily*
Hah! Cageking set him up! Not looking good for Bergman all of a sudden!
*Cageking sets up to DDT Bergman, but at the last second Bergman pulls the bigger man's legs out from under him and frees his head as Cageking falls onto his back! Bergman vaults himself over the ropes to the apron, and as Cageking gets back to his feet Bergman leaps onto the top rope and springboards off to plant Cageking with a tornado DDT!*
Bergman saving himself from a DDT just in the nick of time and coming back with one of his own, of the tornado variety!
*Bergman climbs to the top rope in the corner and flies off to crash onto Cageking with a senton splash! Bergman covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Oh no Bergman, you aren't beating him that easily!
*Bergman throws Cageking into the corner and launches a series of rapidfire palm strikes at Cageking's torso, wearing him down further! Bergman attempts to use a judo throw to bring Cageking out of the corner, but Cageking blocks it by grabbing hold of the ropes with his free arm! Cageking proceeds to smash his forehead into the back of Bergman's cranium, sending Bergman stumbling forward as Cageking leans on the turnbuckles to catch his breath after Bergman's offense*
So far, neither man has been able to string together very many offensive moves before his opponent has turned the tide...
*Cageking hoists himself to a standing position using the ropes, hops onto the middle rope, climbs to the top rope from there, and launches himself at Bergman with a spinning heel kick that seems to almost take the challenger's head off!*
WOW, did you see that?!
*Bergman's kissing canvas again as Cageking covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Cageking picks Bergman up and throws him over the top rope! Bergman lands hard outside the ring and rolls around clutching his stomach. Cageking climbs back up to the top rope and flies to the outside with a moonsault, all 295 lbs of him crashing down onto Bergman!*
There aren't many 290-something pounders who can fly like Cageking! I can't dispute that, King--a moonsault from the top rope onto Bergman on that unforgiving arena floor! "Unforgiving" is right! Basketballs may not hold grudges, but the floor of our Parts Unknown Arena will never forget how you've wronged it! I have no idea if you're joking or serious, and I'm just going to move on without asking...
*Cageking gingerly gets to his feet, pulling Bergman up with him, and slams him facefirst into the ring apron before rolling him back into the ring. Cageking's in a moment later and covers*
One!
Two!
Thr--SHOULDER UP!!!!
BERGMAN GOT HIS SHOULDER UP! NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! Search your feelings. You know it to be true. NOOOOOOO!
*Cageking looks down at Bergman in disbelief, and then argues the call with Johnson. The little man is adamant, though: Bergman definitely got his shoulder up*
Listen to the Inter-Forum Champion, Spud! That was a horrible call you just made! So we're not acting out "Empire" any more? *Cageking angrily turns back to Bergman and shoots him across the ring into the turnbuckles. Cageking charges at him and leaps, smashing an elbow into Bergman's face!*
And a hard shot to the head right there by Cageking!
*Cageking pulls Bergman out of the corner and covers again*
One!
Two!
Thr--SHOULDER UP AGAIN!!!!
AAAARGH!
*A visibly frustrated Cageking pulls Bergman up and goes to get him on his shoulders for the Flashing Lights--but before Cageking lifts him up, Bergman reaches behind, grabs Cageking around the head, and nails him with the BFT!!!!!*
BFT! BFT! BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA FROM BERGMAN! No!
*Cageking is down, but Bergman has been weakened too much to make the cover. Bergman collapses to the mat not far from Cageking, and Johnson begins a ten count*
Phew! It looks like Bergman used up all of his remaining energy hitting that BFT, folks. Now that Bergman knows how bad Cageking can hurt him, he'd be smart to stay down!
*Both Bergman and Cageking pick themselves up at somewhere between six and seven, neither one looking entirely steady on his feet. Cageking goes for a fisherman suplex on Bergman, but Bergman counters into a rollup!*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Bergman bounces himself off the ropes and catches the rising Cageking with a swinging neckbreaker! Cageking manages to make it to his feet only to get hit in the face with a dropsault, and as Bergman lands on his feet followng that move he climbs out to the apron, springboards off the top rope and catches Cageking with a dropkick just as the champion's almost back up! Cover by Bergman*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Bergman continues to go after the head and neck of Cageking, knowing that they've been weakened by his Blunt Force Trauma already. Cageking receives a brainbuster, which is followed by a step-up hurricanrana that flips Cageking over and sends him headfirst into the mat!*
Good strategy here by Bergman. It won't help him against an athlete the caliber of Cageking!
*With Cageking lying motionless in the ring, Bergman climbs to the top rope, and goes airborne--CAGEKING CATCHES HIM IN MIDAIR WITH THE OVERNIGHT CELEBRITY!!!!*
YES! YES! YES YES YES! OVERNIGHT CELEBRITY! DID YOU SEE THAT, GORILLA?! DID YOU SEE IT?! I saw it, King!
*Just like Bergman earlier, Cageking's taken too much punishment to capitalize with a pin. Both men eventually beat the ten count and pull themselves up with the help of the ropes on opposite sides of the ring. They lock eyes and time seems to stand still for a second*
Did you feel time stand still just now? Yeah. That was eerie.
*Cageking and Bergman collide in the middle of the ring, fists flying! Bergman manages to duck one of Cageking's punches and bring him down with a judo throw! Bergman goes to follow up with a brainbuster, but Cageking floats over and takes Bergman down with a hurricarana from behind! Cageking goes for the Rolling Thunder on the downed Bergman, but Bergman rolls out of the way!*
Bergman saving himself from the Rolling Thunder by rolling to safety!
*Bergman climbs to the top rope, but before he can jump off Cageking rushes over and blasts him in the stomach with a big headbutt! As Bergman gasps for air, Cageking climbs to the top rope and begins positioning himself for a superplex. Just as he's about ready to hit the move, Bergman starts fighting back! The two men trade punches on the top rope, with Bergman finally getting the better of the exchange by headbutting Cageking in the face until he falls off*
Look out, Cageking!
*Cageking is down in the ring, and Bergman slowly stands up on the top rope....Bergman soars off the top and lands on Cageking with the Supernova! Bergman covers*
One!
Two!
Three!
Here is your winner, and the NEWWWW WWCF Inter-Forum Champion....BERGMAN!
RYAN BERGMAN IS OUR NEW INTER-FORUM CHAMPION! I think I might be sick.
*Johnson hands Bergman the championship belt, and raises his hand. Bergman's clearly tired and in pain judging from his body language, but he smiles a triumphant smile and holds the belt high. Bergman backs up to exit the ring--and bumps into Cageking, who has been standing right behind him*
Get him, Cageking! Teach that punk a lesson!
*Bergman turns around to face the man whose title he just won. Cageking says something to Bergman which the ring mics don't pick up, and then he turns around and exits the ring. Cageking heads to the back as Bergman watches him, looking a little bewildered*
Huh? What the hell was that?! I'm not sure what to make of this, fans. The last time that the Pantheon lost a championship, they jumped the winners--DR Jackson and Jeremy Grave--and started the rematch after their opponents were in no condition to fight back. Cageking's reaction just now was a lot more sportsmanlike, but what did he say to Bergman? Was he congratulating him? Threatening him? What?
(To be concluded...)
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 10, 2011 22:12:40 GMT -5
And now ladies and gentlemen…
It’s time!
Ominous music plays as the roster makes their way to the ring. One by one, they all take position on the Thunderdome.
The WWCF World Championship is on the line next. Let’s go to Michael Muffer.
The following contest is the THUNDERDOME MATCH!!!
And it is for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship!
*The Final Countdown*
Introducing first, from Hamilton, Ontario, weighing in at 220 pounds, Jeremy Grave!
This young man is one of the fastest rising stars in this company. Tonight could be a huge night for him.
*Man on the Silver Mountain*
From Rockland, Massachusetts, weighing in at 309 pounds, Evil M!
Gorilla, Evil M is my favorite in this thing. He was one of the most dominant guys in this whole company last year and I think he can get the job done tonight!
Too Black… Too Strong… DAMN RIGHT! *All The Lights*
From West Philadelphia, born and raised, weighing in at 305 pounds, “Damn Right” JACKSON!!!!
Jackson enters this match in the unusual position of challenger, rather than Champion. Can he take back the title here tonight?
*You’ve Got Another Thing Comin’*
They are the WWCF World Tag Team Champions. Weighing in at 237 pounds, Johnny Stone! And weighing in at 208 pounds, Ryan Blood!
I’m kinda surprised they entered together. With the title on the line, The Pantheon already agreed that it would be every man for himself.
“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*
And from Adelaide, Australia, weighing in at 250 pounds, he is the reigning and defending WWCF World Heavyweight Champion, COLT!!!
Colt joins Blood and Stone on the ramp. The three enter the Dome together and referee Spud Johnson calls for the bell.
Here we go! Everyone pairs off(Stone with M, Grave with Blood, and Colt with Jackson), trading punches in the early going. Jackson sends Colt into the ropes, big boot! Grave snap suplex’s Blood, while M drops Stone with a slingshot suplex! Colt, Blood, and Stone get to their feet and try to rush their opponents, only to get back body dropped into the side of the dome!
Things are not looking too good for The Pantheon so far!
M pulls Blood up and throws him into the corner. Grave runs the ropes and as Stone is getting to his feet, dropkick! M hammers Blood with lefts and rights. Colt get’s to his feet, Grave with a DDT! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
Ha! It’ll take more than that to beat the Champ, Grave!
Stone clubs Grave from behind, but Jackson grabs Stone by the neck and tosses him to the mat! M shoots Blood out of the corner and into the ropes. As he bounces back, M catches him and slams him on top of Stone! Grave comes off the ropes with a splash! Blood falls off of Stone and Grave covers him!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Close calls there for Ryan Blood!
Grave pulls Blood up and perches him on the top rope. He starts to climb up with him, but Colt cuts him off and slams him to the mat! M clothesline’s Colt, then slams Blood off the top rope! Cover!
1!
2!
Stone breaks it up!
And once again, Blood on the brink of elimination, only to be saved by Stone!
He pulls M up, knee to the gut! He follows that with a snap suplex, then a knee drop off the ropes!
Stone taking it to M!
Meanwhile, Jackson works over Colt in the corner. After some punches, he charges, nailing the World Champion with a full body tackle!
Damn! He just flattened the Champ!
Stone pulls M up, piledriver! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
M barely kicking out of that one!
Stone pulls M up and looks to go for the Stone Crusher, but Grave cuts him off with a leg lariat! Stone is knocked back into the side of the cage, Grave pulls him forward, Natural Disaster! Cover!
1!
2!
3!
Johnny Stone has been eliminated!
Dammit, that’s not good for The Pantheon!
Jeremy Grave gaining some measure of revenge on one half of the World Tag Team Champions!
Jackson continues to pound away on Colt, Grave runs over to join him.
And now it appears as if we’ll see some teamwork from the former Tag Team Champions!
Jackson lifts Colt up on his shoulders as Grave goes to the top rope. He prepares to jump, but Blood shoves him off! Grave hit’s his head on the side of the cage as he goes down! Colt manages to catch Jackson in a victory roll!
1! 2!
Kickout!
Both men up, Jackson steamroll’s over Colt with a lariat! Grave get’s to his feet, but Blood meets him with a kick to the ribs! He goes for a suplex, but Grave blocks it and suplex’s Blood into the side of the ThunderDome! Grave is back up, but Evil M grabs him by the throat!
Uh-oh!
Nice knowin’ ya, Grave!
M lifts Grave up, but Grave somehow counters with a DDT!
How the hell’d he manage that?!
Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Grave pulls M up and attempts to go for another Natural Disaster, but M shoves him off! As Grave turns around, M boots him in the midsection, the hit’s the Do It For Yellow Jacket! Cover!
1!
2!
3!
Jeremy Grave has been eliminated!
Evil M able to pin the rising star Grave, but this thing is far from over!
M doesn’t have time to rest, as Jackson pounces on him immediately! After a double sledge across the back, he goes for a Powerbomb, but Colt and Blood cut him off! The two beat him down to the mat, then begin circling him…
What is this?
As M get’s to his feet, Colt invites him to join them.
Haha! Brilliant! Colt trying to get M on The Pantheon’s side!
Blood looks unsure, as M considers Colt’s invite. Jackson slowly starts to get up, Blood tackles him! Colt starts putting the boots to Jackson, as M hangs back, watching. Blood tries to choke Jackson out, as Colt continues to lay in the kicks. He finally backs off and invites M to have a turn. M smiles, then goes up to Jackson and…
KICKS BLOOD IN THE HEAD!!
M refuses the Pantheon’s help!
Colt charges M, who catches him with a big spinebuster! Blood groggily get’s to his feet, but is met with a Chokeslam!
M’s cleaning house on The Pantheon!
M turns and pulls Jackson up. He grabs the arm and tries to apply the Crowbar, only for Jackson to fight it off! M throws a punch, but Jackson blocks it! He kicks M in the gut, then hoists him up, ANXIETY ADJUSTMENT!!! M quickly submits!
Evil M has been eliminated!
OH C’MON!!!
He’s out, Jess!
As M is helped out of the dome, Jackson falls to his knees. Colt starts hammering him with punches, but the former World Champion fights him off! He starts to lift Colt up for the Anxiety Adjustment, but Blood clip’s his knee! Jackson drops to the mat! He manages to get back to his knees, but Colt rushes him and hit’s the There Will Be No Encore, at the same time Blood superkick’s Jackson in the back of the head!
DAMN!!!
He’s gotta have a concussion after that!
Blood covers him!
1!
2!
3!
”Damn Right” Jackson has been eliminated!
And then there were two, Gorilla!
Pantheon teammates Colt and Blood are the final two!
Colt extends a hand to Blood, who slaps it. The two square off. Blood makes the first move, lunging for Colt’s legs, but Colt sees it coming and steps back, before falling forward, driving his elbow into the back of Blood’s neck! He rolls him over, cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Colt pulls Blood up and shoots him into the ropes. As Blood bounces back, Colt goes for a clothesline, but Blood ducks it and comes off the other side of the ring with a flying shoulder block! Colt falls to the mat! Blood runs the ropes and drops an elbow on the Champ! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Blood pulls Colt up and tosses him into the corner! He punches him a few times, then attempts to suplex Colt, only to have it countered with a jawbreaker! As Blood staggers back, Colt nails him with a Million Dollar kneelift!
How many times have we seen this before, Jess?!
As Blood get’s up, Colt comes off the opposite ropes with a running neckbreaker!
It’s gotta be over, Gorilla!
Colt wearily starts climbing the ropes as Blood slowly pulls himself up. Colt tries to steady himself, but Blood crotches him on the ropes! He then climbs up, hooking Colt in a Guillotine!
Blood had this scouted, Jess! He knew Colt would go for a flying clothesline!
Blood goes for the A.D.H, but Colt shoves him down!
He blocked! Colt blocked the Assisted Diving Headbutt!
As Blood get’s to his feet, Colt comes off the top with a flying clothesline! He then pulls Blood up and lifts him for a vertical suplex…
This is it! The Story On Page One coming…
…but Blood slides out and locks on the Dragon Sleeper!
Unbelievable! Blood countered the Story on Page One!
Blood leans back with the sleeper, trying to force a submission, but Colt manages to bring his leg up and kick Blood in the face! Blood is forced to release the hold and Colt quickly capitalizes, locking in the Final Thought! Blood is trapped with nowhere to go! He has no choice but to TAP OUT!!!
The winner of this match, and STILL WWCF World Heavyweight Champion…
COOOOOLLLLLLLLT!!!
He did it, Jess. Somehow, someway, Colt survived. For the second time in his career, Colt leaves the ThunderDome the same way he entered, as the WWCF World Heavyweight Champion!
After the match, Colt grabs the world title and also helps up Blood. They both shake hands and then the other two members of The Pantheon, Stone & Cageking come in and they all celebrate.
Suddenly, the lights go out and "Anthem of the Angels" by Breaking Benjamin plays. When the lights come on, a new look Seth Drakin appears on the stage with a scowl on his face. Behind Seth, four dummies fall and are hung, which each being similar to a different member of the Pantheon. Seth raises his hands and and four bolts of lighting hit the dummies, which ignites them. Seth then gives a thumbs down gesture and turns it into a throat slash, not taking his eyes off the Pantheon. Meanwhile, inside the ThunderDome, the Pantheon do not seem at all happy with this turn of events...
I don't believe it! Seth Drakin is back, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what his first order of business is gonna be! He's bluffing! He's GOTTA be! No way is he completely recovered from what the Pantheon did to him, not this soon! He looks fine to me, King, and smart money says that the Pantheon's days are numbered! We're out of time folks, goodnight!
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on May 10, 2011 22:19:53 GMT -5
OK, if the Pantheon has a big speech in the middle of the ring next week, I don't care how badly I've been doing lately. I want in on it.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 11, 2011 0:07:24 GMT -5
Good show, all in all. So now, JoNo, let's get working on taking those Tag Team belts.
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Jonathan Michaels
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
The Archduke of Levity
Here since TNA was still kinda okay
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on May 11, 2011 0:37:02 GMT -5
So, let's see, I hate M, The Pantheon hates M, therefore Pantheon's on my side, but I'm a face, and Drakin hates the Pantheon, and Drakin and I have issues, and Hideo hates everyone, and Hideo, Drakin and Pantheon all think they're in charge, and now it looks like somehow, the one man smack dab in the middle of all this chaos is me. I guess the pressure's on.
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