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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 3, 2011 16:45:53 GMT -5
Over in England right now it's 9:37 at night, and we still haven't got a show. And the sooner the show gets posted, the sooner we can finalize a card for the PPV and send out the voting, so I have no idea why Square's holding everything up. I'm going to wait three more hours and if he hasn't posted the show by them I'm going to post the main event under spoiler tags for those who don't want to read it before the rest of the show. I'm sorry I have a life. Okay, if that's how you want to be, here's the main event for everybody since they obviously can't count on you to get it up any time soon: {Spoiler}
Up next is our main event, fans. With Blood & Stone both competing in the six-man elimination match inside the Thunderdome at WrestleCrApocalypse, under the thirty-day clause they have to defend their championships now. And who have they decided to give a shot to but their opponents next week: DR Jackson and Jeremy Grave. A guy who gives this business a bad name and a guy who's never going to make a name for himself in this business. Great tag team. Let's go to Michael Muffer now for the introductions.
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and it is for the WWCF World Tag Team Championships!
"Too Black, Too Strong... Damn Right!"
*"All of the Lights - Kanye West"*
From West Philadelphia, born and raised...he weighs in at 305 lbs...he is Damn...Right...JACKSON!
*Jackson appears at the top of the ramp and looks out at the crowd before unbuttoning his jacket and throwing his hands to the sky. Pyro goes off to his sides, and he struts down to the ring*
And his partner...
*"The Final Countdown" by Europe*
From Hamilton, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 220 lbs..."The Natural"...JEREMY GRAVE!
*Grave makes his way down to the ring, high-fiving the fans. He climbs through the ropes and gives Jackson a nod*
And their opponents...
*"You've Got Another Thing Coming" by Judas Priest*
Weighing in at a combined 445 lbs, they are the reigning WWCF World Tag Team Champions....Ryan Blood and Johnny Stone!
*Blood and Stone walk out and pose with their championship belts at the top of the ramp before heading down to the ring, all business. They hand over the belts to referee Will Alphonzo and the contest is underway*
Blood & Stone vs. "Damn Right" Jackson & "The Natural" Jeremy Grave WWCF Tag Team Championships
*Grave and Stone start off, with Grave catching Stone in a rear waistlock but Stone countering into an armbar. Grave counters THAT into a hammerlock, but Stone manages to apply a side headlock to Grave. Grave pushes Stone into the ropes and whips him across the ring, leapfrogs over Stone when Stone tries to hit him with a running headbutt, and takes Stone over with a saito suplex!*
Some nice back and forth to start things out, with that saito suplex finally giving Grave the advantage.
*Grave quickly climbs out to the apron and springs off the top rope to nail Stone with the Crisis Countdown as he rises! Grave tags in Jackson*
From bad to worse now for Johnny Stone--he's laying in the ring after taking a hard elbow to the face and the former world champion is climbing in there with him! Leave him alone, Jackson you big bully!
*Jackson puts Stone down with a gutwrench suplex to begin with, and then climbs on top of his prone opponent to unload on him with punches until referee Will Alphonzo tells him to get off*
Closed fists! DQ him! You can't see it at home, but I am rolling my eyes at Jesse King. It's true, he is.
*Jackson whips Stone into the ropes and goes for a big boot, but Stone ducks it, bounces off the ropes and catches Jackson from behind with a wheelbarrow facebuster! With Jackson momentarily neutralized, Stone closes the distance to his corner and tags in Blood*
A missed boot by Jackson has given the tag team champions a chance to take control of this match! That's how it is inside the squared circle; the slightest miscaculation can completely change the direction and outcome of the match. You would know. I've seen your old matches, and calling the mistakes you made "slight miscaculations" is one hell of an understatement. Where did you ever get the idea that you could do a Phoenix splash, Gorilla? Do you HAVE to bring that up? It was one of the ugliest things I ever saw, everybody, and it gave the Bronx Bruiser the victory over Gorilla that night. Yeah, he lost to the BRONX BRUISER! Back to THIS MATCH now...
*Blood scrambles up to the top rope and flies off to nail Jackson with a missile dropkick to send him back down! Blood gets up and begins kicking Jackson in the side mercilessly over Alphonzo's protests. Alphonzo finally physically inserts himself between Blood and Jackson and reprimands Blood, who backs off*
Ryan Blood fighting dirty as usual.
*With Jackson on the ropes Blood goes to hit him with a superkick--but Jackson catches the leg! Blood goes for the enzuigiri, but Jackson ducks and yanks on Blood's leg, sending him to the mat. Jackson leans on the ropes, trying to shake away the cobwebs.*
Crap! Get up, Blood! Jackson knew that enzuigiri was coming and was ready for it.
*Jackson nails Blood with some punches to soften him up and catches him with a fallaway slam that sends Blood over the top rope! Jackson tags in Grave, who crosses the ring and flies off the apron to hit Blood with a diving knee strike on the floor!*
I don't believe this! Why are these guys doing this well?! They've both beaten Blood & Stone individually, Jess. Jackson's defeated Stone in singles competition, and just recently Jeremy Grave picked up a singles victory over Ryan Blood. That wasn't broadcast, but I believe it's still up on WWCF.com.
*Grave rolls Blood back into the ring and follows him, Grave goes for a Pepsi Twist, but Blood counters into a bulldog!*
Hahaha! Too cocky, junior!
*Blood begins dragging himself to his corner while Grave fights to stand. As soon as Grave's up he realizes that he won't be able to catch Blood before he tags in his partner and chooses to cross the ring and tag in Jackson. Blood tags in Stone and the powerhouses of the respective teams face off*
While Johnny Stone is the more powerful member of his team, Jackson still has almost seventy pounds on him. Stone'll still kill him.
*Jackson and Stone get into a boo/yay punching contest, won by Jackson, who goes for an Oklahoma Slam--but Stone fights out of his grasp and locks on a Cobra Clutch! Jackson pushes Stone back into the ropes and forces the break, with Stone milking the five count as much as he can before releasing Jackson. Still, Jackson's been worn down by the hold and Stone capitalizes by putting him down with a full nelson slam!*
Did you see that? What'd I tell you, Gorilla?
*Stone tags in Blood and hits Jackson with a Manhattan drop! Jackson sinks to his knees in pain and Stone moves out of the way just as Blood blasts Jackson with an enzuigiri! Jackson collapses and Blood covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Blood tags in Stone and catapults Jackson straight at him to get hit with a running headbutt! Stone covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Blood & Stone hitting Jackson with some double team maneuvers, but not able to put him away. Cut the crap Gorilla! That was three! No it wasn't. It wasn't even close. The champions beg to differ!
*Both the champions argue with Alphonzo, claiming that it was a three count, but Alphonzo will have none of it. Stone positions Jackson for a powerbomb as Blood climbs to the top rope for another missile dropkick*
It's over! Say goodnight, Jackson!
*Before Stone can bring him up, Jackson counters into a backdrop! Blood sees this and prepares to fly at Jackson, but Jackson's a second quicker as he rushes into the corner and staggers Blood with a brutal punch to the face, before body slamming him off the top rope and onto Stone! Jackson slumps against the turnbuckles in the enemy corner, his energy spent*
WHAT?!! I'll say it again as I've said it before: NEVER count DR Jackson out until the bell rings.
*Grave's got his arm extended to make the hot tag. Jackson starts limping toward Grave. Just as the tag team champions both pick themselves up, Jackson charges forward and drops them both with a double clothesline before they can mount any offense against him!*
And Jackson flooring both of his opponents!
*Jackson closes the rest of the distance and tags in Grave! Grave plants Blood with a spinebuster and hits Stone with a cut-throat back suplex! Grave pulls Stone up and hits the Natural Disaster! Grave covers, and as Blood lunges at him to break it up he's stopped by a spear from Jackson!
One!
Two!
Three!
Here are your winners and NEWWW WWCF World Tag Team Champions: "The Natural" Jeremy Grave and "Damn Right" Jackson!
NO NO NO NO NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE NEW CHAMPIONS! BLOOD & STONE HAVE BEEN DETHRONED ONCE AGAIN! This is terrible, this...hey wait a minute, what's that?
*Suddenly the entire WWCF security force rushes the ring along with Colt and Cageking, and attack the new champions! Jackson and Grave put up a fight, but with the overwhelming numbers and the exertion of the tag match the outcome is never in doubt, and before long both men are left laying in the middle of the ring. A seething Ryan Blood grabs a mic and puts it to his lips*
Congratulations, assholes. We want our rematch, and we're having it RIGHT NOW! RING THE BELL!
WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL?! They can't do this. They're owed a rematch. What's the problem? To do it after that thirty-on-two assault? The Pantheon are scum. For them to talk about Seth Drakin abusing his power is hypocrisy beyond belief! Jackson and Grave deserve it.
*Jackson's pushed out of the ring as the bell sounds. Stone picks up the unconscious Grave and hits him with the Patty Flipper before covering. Blood demands that Will Alphonzo count, and he very reluctantly obeys*
One!
Two!
Three!
*Colt shouts something at Muffer, who unenthusiastically picks up the mic and obeys Colt's command*
Here are your winners and new WWCF World Tag Team Champions, Johnny Stone and Ryan Blood.
I don't believe this. I've seen the Pantheon hospitalize people, I've seen them fight dirty or outright cheat, but I thought they at least had enough honor to hand over a championship after being defeated for it. This is the act of petulant children. C'mon Gorilla, cheer up! We've got new champions! Jess, shut up...just...I'm gonna get out of here before I say something on the air that I'll regret.
*Tim Hoss takes off his headset with a disgusted expression on his face and leaves the announce table, heading to the back. Even though the cameras follow him, The Pantheon are oblivious to this, celebrating in the ring and taunting their battered opponents*
I guess it's just that time of the month for my broadcast partner or something. Well, I don't usually do this, but that's it for NiteRaw everybody! Be sure to catch WrestleCrApocalypse! Good night!
EDIT: Okay, Square was at least mature enough to send me two matches and a promo. I'll put those together, add the main event without the spoiler tags, and we'll be all set.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 3, 2011 17:26:33 GMT -5
WWCF Monday NiteRaw 5/2/2011
Welcome to NiteRaw, fans, in our final show before WrestleCrApocalypse! And the first week of what promises to be a prosperous and wonderful time for this company: the Pantheon's running the show now, literally! Ugh, don't remind me. But speaking of our new...bosses...two of them are defending their titles in our main event; the tag titles are on the line as "Damn Right" Jackson and "The Natural" Jeremy Grave challenge Blood & Stone! We've got another tag match which should be entertaining even though one of the teams is composed of two idiots: Bergman and Gus Richlen are taking on Brian Alexander and Cageking! Alexander is, of course, the Champion Of Honor being challenged by Richlen as WrestleCrApocalypse, and Cageking is the Inter-Forum Champion who will defend his title against Bergman on that pay-per-view! Before we get to our opening match, though, we've got something for you from Monty Dawson, the evil game show host! Let's watch...
*The "behind the music" style program continues from last week, displaying obviously photoshopped pictures of Monty hosting famous 70s game shows*
Monty (to unseen interviewer): I was the first major game show host you know, before all of those other stole my act. Price is Right, Let's Make a Deal, Password, that was all me. Everyone knew who the King of game shows was..
*Clips of previous weeks Vignettes play silently as Monty talks over them* They told me I had "Anger management issues" imagine that... anger management. I was just a stickler for the rules of the game, I was the only one taking them seriously back then...
*Video packages shows highlights of most popular WWCF superstars* My new show, my new show should be the best yet, just you wait and see, best contestants, best prize *WWCF title shown*, and the best damn host in television history.
*Picture fades to black as white writing appears on screen "Are You Ready to Play the Game?"
He doesn't seem evil to me. Why, this could be a GREAT game show, Gorilla! Best thing since "The Running Man"! If you want to make that comparison, Jess, remember that in that movie, the contestants got killed in front of the audience. Hopefully Monty isn't quite so unhinged as to take things that far, but clearly this man is dangerous. In any case, it's time for us to take the advice of a certain Spoony One and get to some wrestling, so let's talk about our opening match.
Good idea, King. Our opening match pits Square, the Man of a Million Nicknames, against Whitey Fats, the Man of a Million Dollars.
A few more than that, TH.
Regardless, can Square take the newly forming Whitey, Inc. off the rails? Let's find out as we join Michael Muffer at ringside...
Our next match has a time limit of twenty minutes and is scheduled for one fall...
*I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy*
*Square walks out to the stage and makes his signature "S" pose.*
So you think that Square has what it takes to beat Whitey, huh?
Square is a more than capable opponent for any man that steps into the squared circle.
*Square walks to the ring.*
Making his way to the ring, hailing from Preston, England, and weighing 210lbs, Square!
I don't know. Whitey is a smart investor-
He won the lottery...
And he won big! Now he's getting the best WWCF wrestlers that he can buy to propel his way to the top.
*Square slides into the ring, climbs onto the the second rope, and strikes his "S" pose again.*
Square isn't exactly poor himself...
And his opponent...
*Old Style Southern Music*
*Whitey walks out to the ring, grinning widely at the audience on his way. He leers at Square and points at him.*
Making his way to the ring, hailing from Starke, Florida, and weighing 280lbs, he is the CEO of Whitey, Inc: Whitey... Fats!
Whitey has bigger to fish to fry come Wrestlecrapocalypse anyway. Has an ex-employee to dispatch.
While it's always good to get practice, Square is a very different opponent from Boiler Room Brawler. Whitey should keep his mind on where he is - what he is doing.
*Whitey walks up the ring steps and crosses the ropes into the ring. He removes his jacket and hat, handing them off.*
Look at Whitey. So cool, so confident.
Hubris can be your downfall, King.
*Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson starts the match. Whitey and Square touch hands, back away, then lock up. Whitey headlocks Square, but Square slips out. He grabs Whitey's arm and attempts an Irish whip, but Whitey jerks him back. Square ducks Whitey's lariat, and spins around for an elbow strike...*
Quite an exchange between these two men.
Watch out for the Squareplosion, Whitey!
*Whitey flops forward to the mat. Square misses with the Squareplosion. He turns around to find Whitey, who trips him to the mat.*
The Wrestling Messiah wins the first exchange!
*Whitey scrambles to apply a chinlock to Square, but Square swings his leg around Whitey's arm for an armbar. He grabs onto the rope. Referee Johnson breaks the hold, and both men stand up.*
Whitey couldn't press the advantage, but he still has a seventy pound weight advantage on Square.
That's all the Wrestling Messiah needs.
*Square goes for a lariat to Whitey, but Whitey catches him with a bear hug, applying pressure immediately.*
Whitey with a bear hug!
*Square grabs the top rope. Whitey releases him, then thrusts his hand to Square's throat, taking him down with a blatant choke hold.*
Whitey choking out Square.
*"Spud" Johnson counts one, two, three, four, Whitey finally releases Square, who rolls out of the ring. Whitey boastfully poses to the crowd. Johnson counts one on Square.*
Whitey already celebrating.
Why not? He has this match in the bag.
*Square jumps up to the apron. Whitey turns around to smash his elbow into Square's face, but Square ducks, and lifts Whitey overhead to the outside.*
Nice reversal from Square!
*Square turns around, hops to the bottom rope, bounces a few times, then leaps off the second rope for a frog splash onto Whitey. Johnson counts one.*
Square, you idiot! Now you'll both get counted out!
At his rate, Jesse, I think only Whitey will.
*Square rolls off of Whitey and both men take a moment to recover. Johnson restarts the count.*
See, TH? Both men are out of gas, but Whitey clearly got better mileage.
Square seems to have more horsepower though...
*Square gets to his feet. He grabs onto the apron and stomps on Whitey. Johnson counts two.*
Ref, you gotta stop this! Square's using that apron for unfair leverage!
*Johnson counts three. Square rolls into the ring. Whitey rolls onto his front and gets onto his knees.*
Whitey's still in this match.
Damn right he is! He's too tough for Square.
*Square paces about in the ring as Whitey uses the apron to get to his feet. Johnson counts four.*
He may be tough, but Square's in the ring.
*Johnson counts five. Whitey rolls into the ring. Square lets him stand up before he runs up for another discus elbow smash.*
Square going for the Squareplosion again.
*Whitey turns around and mule kicks Square straight in the chest. Square falls backward to the mat.*
Denied yet again!
*Whitey runs up to Square, jumps up, and knee drops him in the leg.*
Whitey pressing his advantage again with a well placed mule kick.
*Whitey gets up when he looks out to the stage.*
Oh no! It's Boiler Room Brawler, and he's got his pipe wrench!
Boiler Room Brawler is about to cost Square the match at the cost of his own ambitions.
*BRB heads down the ramp. Whitey crosses the ropes out of the ring to confront BRB. Square sits up in confusion, turning around to see the action.*
Go ahead, BRB! Swing like the coward you are! Cost Square the match!
Wait, but look King, it's the General!
*The General of the Monkey Army slips out from under the apron, then slips into the ring. He whacks Square straight in the face with a monkey wrench.*
The General making his own statements with Square!
*Referee Johnson calls the bell. Whitey turns around in shock. BRB looks on in satisfaction.*
And Whitey could have stopped him if BRB wasn't there!
Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification: Square!
*I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy*
*Whitey whips around to slug BRB, who drops his hammer to trade blows.*
Hey, hey, your match isn't till next week, guys!
Square's bleeding from the forehead from that nasty monkey wrench strike from the General!
*The General grabs a small sack, opens it up, and grabs a white, powdery substance which he proceeds to rub into Square's cut. Square squirms while Referee Johnson calls the bell again.*
Pandemonium in the ring and out of the ring.The General has declared war with Square, and BRB and Whitey are having a brawl that's taking them out of the arena!
Insanity, Hoss, insanity!
*Whitey and BRB leave the arena as they exchange blows. The General stands over Square as Niteraw fades to commercial.*
*Man on the Silver Mountain*
Hideo Nakatomi makes his way to the ring, microphone in hand, a big smile on his face.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is Hideo Nakatomi and I promise not to take up too much of your time.
I would like to take just a few minutes to talk about my client, Evil M!
Huge boos from the crowd.
Next week, Evil M is going to win ThunderDome and become the new WWCF World Champion!
More boos.
But do you know who is not going to win ThunderDome?
Jonathan Michaels.
Jonathan, two weeks ago, you had your chance to qualify for the final ThunderDome spot. But Evil M attacked you!
Even more boos.
The reason he attacked you is because you do not deserve to win the WWCF World Title!
Jonathan, I tried my hardest to turn you into a suitable husband for my Sara, but you fouled up every single time! You do not deserve to have my Sara as your wife!
But Evil M is a worthy man! Evil M is a good man! And Evil M is the man I want my Sara to marry!
Massive boos now.
And Jonathan. Do you know what the best part of all this is?
Even if Evil M doesn't win the title in ThunderDome, we still have the Money in the Bank!
"YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!"
Evil M can win the title whenever he chooses! It could be after the match has ended, it could be on the next NiteRaw, it could be at the next Pay-Per-View...
Or he could even wait until GookerMania!
"YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!"
It doesn't matter when, Evil M will become the WWCF World-
*DOA*
Jonathan walks out from behind the curtain with a mic. You seem to be forgetting one thing, Hideo, Seth Drakin already said that case isn't officially yours yet. And I know that The Pantheon is supposedly running things around here, but I really don't give a damn what they say, and I'm sure you don't either, so I propose this. At the PPV, I will go one on one with any WWCF wrestler you choose and if they win, you and M can keep your little case, but if I win, then that case is mine.
Hideo laughs.
And why would I even consider agreeing to this?
Well, why do you need it so bad? Are you afraid M can't get the job done? YOU DON'T THINK HE'S GOOD ENOUGH?
Evil M is more than capable of winning the Championship, as I already said. This briefcase is simply an insurance policy, just in case.
Well, then, perhaps I should put it another way, say he cashes in, all I have to do is come out here during the match, punch the champ in the face and there go M's title hopes. But what if I say that if you acept my challenge and I lose, I vow not to interfere in M's cash in.
...
Fine. I accept your proposal, Jonathan. Next week at WrestleCrApocalypse, you shall face an opponent of my own choosing, with the Money in the Bank briefcase on the line.
The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
*"Ecstasy Of Gold/One Mic" plays as Cageking heads to the ring accompanied by heavy booing.*
Introducing first, represnting the Pantheon, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 296 pounds, the WWCF Inter-Forum Champion, Cageking!
In the wake of the Pantheon's takeover, Colt has decided to give Cageking first dibs against whoever walks out of the Thunderdome as WWCF Champion, in spite of Seth Drakin's promise to do everything within his power to prevent that from happening. Also in the wake of Gus Richlen being in this match, King refuses to even commentate this match and instead is going to just sit here with a giant sign reading "FIRE RICHLEN" during this contest. VERY MATURE, KING.
*"Peter Gunn Theme" hits as Brian Alexander poes at the top of the ramp and flexes several times before heading for the ring.*
And his partner, representing Whitey, Inc., from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 250 pounds, the WWCF Champion of Honor, B.A. Brian Alexander!
Brian Alexander has faced Gus Richlen before, that time being part of the Falls Count Anywhere #1 Contender's Battle Royal this past January at King of Wrestlecrap. That, however, was when he was Pirate Mulligan, and Richlen has come a long way since then. If King would open his mouth, I know he'd disagree with me, but Alexander is in for a fight and a half at WrestleCrapocolypse when he-
*Alexander orders John Creed to remove his robe and give him a mic, which Creed does.
FOR THE GALS WHO WANT TO SEE ME....
AND THE GUYS THAT WANNA BE ME!
I AM B.A.! B.A.! B.A!
BAH!
B.A. flexes one arm...
BAH!
Then the other...
BAH!
Then both....*
Please get on with it....
*BRIAN ALEXANDER!!!!*
Moving on....
*The opening guitar chords of "Scarred For Life" echo through the arena as the pyro goes off and Gus Richlen marches right for the ring, tossing the trench coat off less than halfway down the ramp, and Shaelin Marie O'Hara barely has enough time to pick it up before running down to the ring.*
And their opponents first, accompanied by Shaelin Marie O'Hara, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 174 pounds, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!
Richlen has been focused primarily and damn near obssessively on the Pantheon as of late, and that may be to blame for his four match losing streak. But tonight and next week, he needs to keep his focus solely on Brian Alexander and the Championship of Honor, and it seems that he is at least trying to do that.
*"Edge Of Faith" gets a MAJOR pop as Ryan Bergman appears at the top of the ramp and, shortly thereafter, flips back his hood.*
And from Fulton, New York, weighing in at 219 pounds, Ryan Bergman!
Next week, Bergman takes on Cageking for the Inter-Forum Championship. Tonight, however, he teams with the former World Tag Team Champion Gus Richlen for the first time against the Pantheon member and his teammate from Whitey, Inc..
*Bergman and Alexander are the ones who start it out as Richlen glares at Jesse King, who is waving his sign around in obnoxious fashion. Both men trade blows, Bergman lashing out with palm strikes while B.A. throws several punches. Eventually B.A. outstrikes Bergman and punches and chops him to one corner, where Creed has to make B.A. back off. B.A. walks back towards Bergman and walks right into a few overhand chops, which drive him back. Bergman then tries to Irish whip B.A. into the ropes, but Alexander counters with an Irish whip of his own. He makes the mistake of bending over, however, allowing the former WWCF Champion to drop him with a swinging neckbreaker!
1!
Alexander easily avoids a second count and gets up, but he gets Irish whipped towards the ropes, and Bergman catches him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
1!
Again B.A. avoids a count of two, so Bergman whips him to Richlen, who tags in and starts kicking at B.A.’s sides, eventually bringing him down to the ground. He then bounces off the ropes and nails the leapfrog stomp!
1!
2!
Alexander gets the shoulder up, but Richlen backs up and tries to bounce off the ropes again, but Cageking clubs him in the back! Peeved by the shot, Richlen pays him back with a slap, but he then turms into a lariat from Alexander, who tags Cageking in his momentum!
Richlen is up but a Chick Kick knocks him back down again. Cageking then bounces off the ropes and lands on Richlen with Rolling Thunder!
1!
2!
Richlen gets the shoulder up but doesn’t get the rest of him up as Cageking hits another Rolling Thunder!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out, and Cageking tags in B.A., who starts stomping away at Richlen.*
This is not exactly a good way for Richlen to become acquainted with his WrestleCrapocolypse opponent.
*Alexander waits for Richlen to get up before knocking him back down with a European Uppercut. B.A. picks him up again and hits a spinning fisherman’s buster!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out, but Alexander backs up, flexes his muscles, and drops an elbow!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out again as Bergman starts racing back and forth along the apron and Alexander drags Richlen to the corner before tagging in Cageking, who swiftly puts the boots to Richlen. He then drags him to the middle of the ring and backs up, but when he tries to land a third Rolling Thunder, Richlen rolls out of the way and gets up. Cageking, however, recovers quickly enough to grab a charging Richlen and land a Northern Lights suplex!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out, but Cageking picks him up and sets up for a DDT, only for Richlen to break loose and flapjack him into a turnbuckle! Cageking staggers around, allowing Richlen to pick him up, turn around, run forward a few steps, and powerslam him!
1!
2!
Cageking gets the shoulder up, but Richlen backs up, runs, jumps over Cageking, runs up the turnbuckles, kickflips, and nails the Montanasault, but Cageking rolls through!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out once again, so Cageking starts crawling towards B.A. as Bergman, Shaelin, and the fans try to will Richlen back into action. Richlen starts crawling towards Bergman, but B.A. tags in first and drags Richlen away and to his feet. Unfortunately, he’s also holding Richlen’s left foot, and sure enough, he ends up the recipient of a Richlenziguiri, which staggers him long enough for Richlen to tag Bergman in!*
And Richlen will get the breather he desperately needed as Bergman comes out firing on all cylinders!
*Bergman starts right off by armdragging B.A. twice before bouncing off the ropes with a springboard tornado DDT!
1!
2!
Alexander gets the shoulder up, but upon getting up, he falls victim to a judo throw!
1!
2!
B.A. kicks out, so Bergman climbs the top rope, but before he can do anything, Cageking clubs him down! B.A. gets up, picks him up, and tosses him aside with a pumphandle drop!
1!
2!
Bergman kicks out, so Cageking stalks him as he gets up. As soon as Bergman is to his feet, Cageking goes for a spinning heel kick, but Bergman ducks, and he crashes to the mat! He gets to his feet almost instantly, but Bergman catches him with a spinning heel kick of his own, rolling with his momentum, popping to his feet, and tagging in Richlen!*
And now it’s time to unleash the Machine!
*King holds his sign up as high as he can while remaining seated as Richlen clotheslines Cageking several times. Cageking gets up and Richlen fake Irish whips him, pulling him up and bringing him down with a Samoan drop!
1!
2!
Cageking kicks out!
Richlen then backs up, and as Cageking gets to his knees, he goes for the Schwinn Smash, but Cageking dodges and gets to his feet! Richlen turns and Cageking goes for the Overnight Celebrity, but Richlen shoves him to the ropes, and on the rebound, he catches him with the Carnosel! The A-shirt goes flying into the crowd, but before Richlen can go for the Schwinn Smash again, Alexander runs into the ring! Bergman rushes him and clotheslines him over the top rope, falling out of the ring himself in the process.
Cageking gets to his hands and knees again, but this time, he can’t avoid the Schwinn Smash!
1!
2!
CAGEKING KICKS OUT!
Richlen starts stalking him again, and as he gets to his feet, Richlen lifts him up for the Lights Out TKO!*
Richlen’s streak of bad luck is about to-
*But as Richlen twists around, Cageking lands on his feet, spins Richlen around, AND HITS THE OVERNIGHT CELEBRITY!
1!
2!
3!!!!!*
Here are your winners, B.A. Brian Alexander and Cageking!
And unfortunately, Gus will have to wait at least another week to break the losing streak. This truly does stink, folks.
*King is standing on the table now, waving his sign around and jeering at Richlen as B.A. and Cageking make their way up the ramp in celebration, with Bergman and Shaelin in the ring with Richlen as he staggers to his feet and makes the belt motion diagonally across himself, mouthing "Next week, it’s mine, muchacho.”*
Up next is our main event, fans. With Blood & Stone both competing in the six-man elimination match inside the Thunderdome at WrestleCrApocalypse, under the thirty-day clause they have to defend their championships now. And who have they decided to give a shot to but their opponents next week: DR Jackson and Jeremy Grave. A guy who gives this business a bad name and a guy who's never going to make a name for himself in this business. Great tag team. Let's go to Michael Muffer now for the introductions.
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and it is for the WWCF World Tag Team Championships!
"Too Black, Too Strong... Damn Right!"
*"All of the Lights - Kanye West"*
From West Philadelphia, born and raised...he weighs in at 305 lbs...he is Damn...Right...JACKSON!
*Jackson appears at the top of the ramp and looks out at the crowd before unbuttoning his jacket and throwing his hands to the sky. Pyro goes off to his sides, and he struts down to the ring*
And his partner...
*"The Final Countdown" by Europe*
From Hamilton, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 220 lbs..."The Natural"...JEREMY GRAVE!
*Grave makes his way down to the ring, high-fiving the fans. He climbs through the ropes and gives Jackson a nod*
And their opponents...
*"You've Got Another Thing Coming" by Judas Priest*
Weighing in at a combined 445 lbs, they are the reigning WWCF World Tag Team Champions....Ryan Blood and Johnny Stone!
*Blood and Stone walk out and pose with their championship belts at the top of the ramp before heading down to the ring, all business. They hand over the belts to referee Will Alphonzo and the contest is underway*
Blood & Stone vs. "Damn Right" Jackson & "The Natural" Jeremy Grave WWCF Tag Team Championships
*Grave and Stone start off, with Grave catching Stone in a rear waistlock but Stone countering into an armbar. Grave counters THAT into a hammerlock, but Stone manages to apply a side headlock to Grave. Grave pushes Stone into the ropes and whips him across the ring, leapfrogs over Stone when Stone tries to hit him with a running headbutt, and takes Stone over with a saito suplex!*
Some nice back and forth to start things out, with that saito suplex finally giving Grave the advantage.
*Grave quickly climbs out to the apron and springs off the top rope to nail Stone with the Crisis Countdown as he rises! Grave tags in Jackson*
From bad to worse now for Johnny Stone--he's laying in the ring after taking a hard elbow to the face and the former world champion is climbing in there with him! Leave him alone, Jackson you big bully!
*Jackson puts Stone down with a gutwrench suplex to begin with, and then climbs on top of his prone opponent to unload on him with punches until referee Will Alphonzo tells him to get off*
Closed fists! DQ him! You can't see it at home, but I am rolling my eyes at Jesse King. It's true, he is.
*Jackson whips Stone into the ropes and goes for a big boot, but Stone ducks it, bounces off the ropes and catches Jackson from behind with a wheelbarrow facebuster! With Jackson momentarily neutralized, Stone closes the distance to his corner and tags in Blood*
A missed boot by Jackson has given the tag team champions a chance to take control of this match! That's how it is inside the squared circle; the slightest miscaculation can completely change the direction and outcome of the match. You would know. I've seen your old matches, and calling the mistakes you made "slight miscaculations" is one hell of an understatement. Where did you ever get the idea that you could do a Phoenix splash, Gorilla? Do you HAVE to bring that up? It was one of the ugliest things I ever saw, everybody, and it gave the Bronx Bruiser the victory over Gorilla that night. Yeah, he lost to the BRONX BRUISER! Back to THIS MATCH now...
*Blood scrambles up to the top rope and flies off to nail Jackson with a missile dropkick to send him back down! Blood gets up and begins kicking Jackson in the side mercilessly over Alphonzo's protests. Alphonzo finally physically inserts himself between Blood and Jackson and reprimands Blood, who backs off*
Ryan Blood fighting dirty as usual.
*With Jackson on the ropes Blood goes to hit him with a superkick--but Jackson catches the leg! Blood goes for the enzuigiri, but Jackson ducks and yanks on Blood's leg, sending him to the mat. Jackson leans on the ropes, trying to shake away the cobwebs.*
Crap! Get up, Blood! Jackson knew that enzuigiri was coming and was ready for it.
*Jackson nails Blood with some punches to soften him up and catches him with a fallaway slam that sends Blood over the top rope! Jackson tags in Grave, who crosses the ring and flies off the apron to hit Blood with a diving knee strike on the floor!*
I don't believe this! Why are these guys doing this well?! They've both beaten Blood & Stone individually, Jess. Jackson's defeated Stone in singles competition, and just recently Jeremy Grave picked up a singles victory over Ryan Blood. That wasn't broadcast, but I believe it's still up on WWCF.com.
*Grave rolls Blood back into the ring and follows him, Grave goes for a Pepsi Twist, but Blood counters into a bulldog!*
Hahaha! Too cocky, junior!
*Blood begins dragging himself to his corner while Grave fights to stand. As soon as Grave's up he realizes that he won't be able to catch Blood before he tags in his partner and chooses to cross the ring and tag in Jackson. Blood tags in Stone and the powerhouses of the respective teams face off*
While Johnny Stone is the more powerful member of his team, Jackson still has almost seventy pounds on him. Stone'll still kill him.
*Jackson and Stone get into a boo/yay punching contest, won by Jackson, who goes for an Oklahoma Slam--but Stone fights out of his grasp and locks on a Cobra Clutch! Jackson pushes Stone back into the ropes and forces the break, with Stone milking the five count as much as he can before releasing Jackson. Still, Jackson's been worn down by the hold and Stone capitalizes by putting him down with a full nelson slam!*
Did you see that? What'd I tell you, Gorilla?
*Stone tags in Blood and hits Jackson with a Manhattan drop! Jackson sinks to his knees in pain and Stone moves out of the way just as Blood blasts Jackson with an enzuigiri! Jackson collapses and Blood covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Blood tags in Stone and catapults Jackson straight at him to get hit with a running headbutt! Stone covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Blood & Stone hitting Jackson with some double team maneuvers, but not able to put him away. Cut the crap Gorilla! That was three! No it wasn't. It wasn't even close. The champions beg to differ!
*Both the champions argue with Alphonzo, claiming that it was a three count, but Alphonzo will have none of it. Stone positions Jackson for a powerbomb as Blood climbs to the top rope for another missile dropkick*
It's over! Say goodnight, Jackson!
*Before Stone can bring him up, Jackson counters into a backdrop! Blood sees this and prepares to fly at Jackson, but Jackson's a second quicker as he rushes into the corner and staggers Blood with a brutal punch to the face, before body slamming him off the top rope and onto Stone! Jackson slumps against the turnbuckles in the enemy corner, his energy spent*
WHAT?!! I'll say it again as I've said it before: NEVER count DR Jackson out until the bell rings.
*Grave's got his arm extended to make the hot tag. Jackson starts limping toward Grave. Just as the tag team champions both pick themselves up, Jackson charges forward and drops them both with a double clothesline before they can mount any offense against him!*
And Jackson flooring both of his opponents!
*Jackson closes the rest of the distance and tags in Grave! Grave plants Blood with a spinebuster and hits Stone with a cut-throat back suplex! Grave pulls Stone up and hits the Natural Disaster! Grave covers, and as Blood lunges at him to break it up he's stopped by a spear from Jackson!
One!
Two!
Three!
Here are your winners and NEWWW WWCF World Tag Team Champions: "The Natural" Jeremy Grave and "Damn Right" Jackson!
NO NO NO NO NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE NEW CHAMPIONS! BLOOD & STONE HAVE BEEN DETHRONED ONCE AGAIN! This is terrible, this...hey wait a minute, what's that?
*Suddenly the entire WWCF security force rushes the ring along with Colt and Cageking, and attack the new champions! Jackson and Grave put up a fight, but with the overwhelming numbers and the exertion of the tag match the outcome is never in doubt, and before long both men are left laying in the middle of the ring. A seething Ryan Blood grabs a mic and puts it to his lips*
Congratulations, assholes. We want our rematch, and we're having it RIGHT NOW! RING THE BELL!
WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL?! They can't do this. They're owed a rematch. What's the problem? To do it after that thirty-on-two assault? The Pantheon are scum. For them to talk about Seth Drakin abusing his power is hypocrisy beyond belief! Jackson and Grave deserve it.
*Jackson's pushed out of the ring as the bell sounds. Stone picks up the unconscious Grave and hits him with the Patty Flipper before covering. Blood demands that Will Alphonzo count, and he very reluctantly obeys*
One!
Two!
Three!
*Colt shouts something at Muffer, who unenthusiastically picks up the mic and obeys Colt's command*
Here are your winners and new WWCF World Tag Team Champions, Johnny Stone and Ryan Blood.
I don't believe this. I've seen the Pantheon hospitalize people, I've seen them fight dirty or outright cheat, but I thought they at least had enough honor to hand over a championship after being defeated for it. This is the act of petulant children. C'mon Gorilla, cheer up! We've got new champions! Jess, shut up...just...I'm gonna get out of here before I say something on the air that I'll regret.
*Tim Hoss takes off his headset with a disgusted expression on his face and leaves the announce table, heading to the back. Even though the cameras follow him, The Pantheon are oblivious to this, celebrating in the ring and taunting their battered opponents*
I guess it's just that time of the month for my broadcast partner or something. Well, I don't usually do this, but that's it for NiteRaw everybody! Be sure to catch WrestleCrApocalypse! Good night!
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