A fade-in reveals a wide angle shot of the arena with a man crouching in the corner of the ring. A slow zoom in reveals that the man is the Number 1 contender for the WWCF World Champion, Sparks. Sweat runs down his face and then down to his neck and shoulders. His eyes are visibly red. His expression is not determined as it usually is. Instead, a look of an almost false sense of longing resides on it. He clutches the mic both hands at waist level. He takes one hand and holds it up to his trembling mouth as the puzzled crowd looks on.
I...have been up all night long...my eyes are heavy and burning...it was hot and unbearable. I sat on my couch and looked at the floor for a whole hour...
Sparks' shrill voice rings through the arena and beyond. Sparks speaks again more livelier, previous words still echoing.
That title, Colt...that title will be mine at Botch At the Beach. And when I capture it, it won't just be for me, it will be for every single person in that locker room who is tired of seeing your smug overbearing face and your group of attack dogs do your dirty work for you. Everyone hates you, Colt. Hell, i'd be willing to wager that someone in your little tight-nit clan doesn't like you all that much either. Face it. Your time as the face of the industry is drawing slowly...and painfully...to a close.
Sparks stops speaking harshly and his voice draws down to soft and breaking.
When I first came here...I came in expecting to be a rising rookie and nothing more...but instead...I was greated by some of the most loathsome company men I had ever seen. At the time...it seemed that everyone wasn't happy with what was...going on. Everyone seemed to do everything they did just so they could get some easy beer money, go home, and then drink themselves into a drunken slumber. Next day, it was the same sad story. That was my first impression...I wasn't planning on doing that. I wanted to stand out. I wanted to be somebody. That was my plan...but that was hindered...by a man.
A man who I'm sure you all remember and know the name of very well...for months on in, this man tortured me, broke me down, degraded my integrity as a human being...and I couldn't do anything about. Because you see...this man was much more manipulative man who had a cult of his own. He was poised to take over this entire company. He was hated by most, and he hated them all the same. I tried and I tried to rid this place of him, but alas, I failed. It seemed he was on a successful warpath to claim the WWCF as his own. But...for some reason I can't quite understand...he vanished...he was gone in an instant. No one knows where he is now or what he is doing. It was almost as if...fate...stuck it's hand into this whole mess and destroyed his being.
Sparks pauses and looks around with glazed eyes, still crouching. He then pushes himself up off the ground and stands. Once again, he pauses and stares off into the darkness covering the shouting audience. He puts the mic back up to his dry lips.
Years later, nothing it seemed...has changed. Many wrestlers are up in arms about your title reign and the Pantheon. Even the announcers are tired of seeing you with the WWCF's grand prize. They are all longing to see your terror-mongering reign come to an end soon. As am I. Even the people who disliked me before are now cheering me on to kick your ass out of the picture and restore glory to this barren wasteland. I am a noble man sworn to defeat those who threaten to inhibit the ambition and integrity of this company.
While you sit in your high throne as the CEO, I stand here a lowly peasent who rallys against the defying tides of injustice and decay. I ride ahead of the calvary. The Man In Charge will soon be a distant memory just like all the other evil endeavors that were before him. The Pantheon, too, will be shattered and you will no longer have a phalanx to hide behind...when I capture the championship, it shall be the ultimate symbol of a new era. The dawning of a better time. The rise and fall of the so called "king".
I hope you are listening, Colt, because this is the most important part. The Man that I referred to earlier was just like you. You are almost an exact carbon copy. The sick arrogance. The brutal beat downs. The paranoia. The all round hatred of others. The Pantheon. It's almost as if you have been reincarnated in some ways as this man. You even belittle your inferiors just like he did. It's like a prophecy. But...wait. Where is this man now? He has disappeared! Vanished.
You had better hope that fate doesn't decide to screw you over like it did him. You seem to a lot about fate. You act like that fate is what got you to the top...while that may be true, I believe that is is also fate that will result in your...downfall. Think about it. You are in a very high position of power right now. Everyone is gunning for you. Your lively-hood is threatened every time you step foot here. The only reason that you haven't been dealt any lethal blows yet is because, of course, you have your cloak and shield that you call the Pantheon.
But what happens if...perhaps...someone in the Pantheon wasn't so faithful. Perhaps someone in the Pantheon could be conspiring against you. Maybe...they are ALL conspiring against you. I'm not trying to get in your head or psyche you out. It's just possible that since you wield a great deal of power, maybe someone in the Pantheon could back-stab you and take it all away. It's not that far-fetched. Julius Caesar was once the most powerful man in the world. What happened to him?...he was ultimately betrayed by all of his inferiors and brutally killed. It would look as if fate is not on your side right now.
Colt, I have your number. In fact, a lot of people have your number. I'm not trying to intimidate you. I'm simply stating that...fate...works in very strange ways....
Sparks suddenly collapses, causing the crowd to jolt in shock. Sparks is pouring sweat. He has a weak smile and his sleepy eyes are barely open. Mic still in hand, he meekly raises it to his chest and close to his mouth.
And I...as I lay due down...will make sure...that the Story...On Page One reads...Colt...your 'fate'...is sealed...
The crowd roars in approvement as the arena goes pitch black. When it is once again illuminated, the spot where Sparks was laying is now empty.
Monday NiteRaw, 7/18/2011
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Welcome to Monday NiteRaw, everybody! I'm Tim Hoss, here with Jesse King, and what a show we've got for you tonight!
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Jesse King: Our main event has Evil M in it! What more do you need to know?!Hoss: Calm down, King. Not everybody is as much of a fanboy of Evil M as you are. I'd wager that the majority of our audience feels the exact opposite way about him, in fact. But he and his tag team partner, Vincent Van Agony, will be squaring off against our CEO and World Heavyweight Champion Colt as well as the reigning King Of WrestleCrap, LodiRulz.King: I'm worried about what ViVA might do to Colt, who injured him so bad that he was gone from this company for a long time. He's said he'll be looking to exact some vengeance tonight!Hoss: It very well might not end well for Colt there. In addition to that match, we're also going to see Inter-Forum Champion Caleb Fourchon facing off against none other than "Damn Right" Jackson!Tim Hoss:
But up next it's a hardcore triple threat match between Finnegan McHaggis-Jesse King:
Let Muffer handle it, Hoss.*Warrior's Code - Dropkick Murphy*
Michael Muffer:
The following contest is a Hardcore Triple Threat match. Introducing first; hailing from the Bronx, New York; and weighing 245lbs; he is the Irish Nightmare: Finn... McHaggis!Tim Hoss:
Finn recently has been making an impact on the WWCF with his no nonsense, barroom brawling style.Jesse King:
I like this guy for exactly that.*Finn McHaggis descends down the ramp as green fireworks explode.*
Jesse King:
He enters the ring, fights, then leaves for a brew. It has a certain class.Tim Hoss:
There can be no denying that Mister McHaggis has shown some true grit in that ring already, but let's all hope that the best is yet to come.*Finn McHaggis slides into the ring, climbs a turnbuckle, and raises a fist into the air.*
Michael Muffer:
His first opponent...*Panic Switch - Silversun Pickups*
Tim Hoss:
Then there's this man.Jesse King:
You mean this ingrate?Tim Hoss:
Strong words there, King. Please explain.*Jay Carroll walks out to the ring.*
Jesse King:
Jay Carroll is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, then he wiggles his way to the WWCF Championship, only to bounce less than a month or so later. I'm glad that Tyfo cashed in his Money in the Bank or Bust title shot against him.Michael Muffer:
Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; weighing 215lbs; Jay... Carroll!Tim Hoss:
Jay Carroll left for reasons of his own. Besides, would you rather that "Hollywood" Viva Los Bio Dome remain the champion?Jesse King:
"Hollywood" Viva Los Bio Dome knew how to hold onto that belt. He was rough around the edges, but today he's better and stronger than ever.*Jay Carroll hops up to the apron, then leaps over the top rope.*
Tim Hoss:
Apparently the fans disagree with you on Mister Carroll here.Michael Muffer:
And their opponent...*Adrian S.O.S. - Running Wild*
Jesse King:
I also am liking Johnny Stone here. He's reinventing himself in a big way too. I've rarely seen such a thoroughly skilled individual with such intensity to boot.*Johnny Stone rampages to the ring from the audience.*
Michael Muffer:
Now entering the ring: hailing from Calcutta, Bengal, India by way of Yellow Knife, Northwestern Territories, Canada and weighing 240lbs: The Canadian Tiger, Johnny... Stone!Tim Hoss:
Where is he anyways?Jesse King:
He enters from the crowd. Doesn't that make you nervous, Gorilla? Like one day he might pounce us both? The world is Johnny Stone's ring, Gorilla, and it's the law of the jungle.Hardcore Triple Threat Match
Finn McHaggis versus Jay Carroll versus Johnny Stone *Johnny Stone has a chair in his hands. He slides into the ring, to which Finn immediately begins stomping on him before he can get up.*
Tim Hoss:
Johnny Stone and Finn McHaggis wasting no time getting this sure slobberknocker started.Jesse King:
That's what I'm talking about.*Referee Lloyd McFloyd starts the match. Jay knife edge chops Finn, who elbows him in the face. Stone gets up and grabs the chair.*
Tim Hoss:
A slight setback for Stone's entrance there, but Jay's there to distract Finn.Jesse King:
And he'll have none of it. He sees through Jay.*Finn ducks under a chair swing from Stone that takes down Jay.*
Tim Hoss:
Jay Carroll eats chair!Jesse King:
I'll take it!*Finn capitalizes with a kick to Stone's gut. He raises his fist while standing over Stone, but Stone low blows him while Jay dazedly gets back up.*
Tim Hoss:
A low blow from the Canadian Tiger!Jesse King:
What kind of dirty pool is that?*Stone hooks his arm around Finn's neck, then vertical suplexes him. Jay grabs the chair.*
Tim Hoss:
He capitalizes with a vertical suplex.Jesse King:
Oh no... Jay has the chair now.*Stone looks up. Face meets chair, and Stone rolls out of the ring from the impact.*
Tim Hoss:
Jay retaliates!Jesse King:
Quick Finn! Jay's not looking!*Finn sits up as Jay lifts the chair for another swing...*
Tim Hoss:
Finn has Jay's attention now...*Finn rolls out of the way and out of the ring.*
Jesse King:
Good move.Tim Hoss:
Finn has probably felt his fair share of bar stools and beer bottles in his time, and a steel chair is none softer.*Stone gets up - he and Finn look for an opening to return to the ring, but Jay threatens to strike whoever comes in first...*
Tim Hoss:
Who will be the braver man?*Finn makes the first move. Jay bashes him with the chair to the back.*
Jesse King:
Damn right Finn has the bigger balls!*Stone slides in as well, and takes Jay down with a lariat, covering for the pin. Referee McFloyd counts one, two, Jay kicks out.*
Tim Hoss:
A near fall for Stone!Jesse King:
But not near enough.*Stone gets up, but is speared by Finn, who mounts and pounds on Stone.*
Jesse King:
But Finn's ready for more in a pinch.Tim Hoss:
He is tenacious. I wouldn't be surprised if he stocks up on liquid courage before every match though.*Jay gets up, gets behind Finn, and catches him with a German suplex, bridging for the pin. Referee McFloyd counts one, two, Finn kicks out.*
Jesse King:
Are you insinuating that Finnegan McHaggis is an Irish drunkard, Gorilla?Tim Hoss:
Well...Jesse King:
Nah uh, Gorilla. I think you're being ignorant.Tim Hoss:
I didn't mean-*Stone stands up and approaches Jay, who takes him down with an enzuigiri kick. Finn catches Jay's legs, then lifts up and locks in a Texas cloverleaf.*
Tim Hoss:
Finn McHaggis with a Texas Cloverleaf!Jesse King:
Hey, don't change the subject on me! I think you have some possible issues with the Irish people, Hoss.*Stone gets up and knocks Finn away from Jay with a straight punch to the face. He then leaps up and drops an elbow into Jay's back.*
Tim Hoss:
I have no problems with the Irish people, Jesse.Jesse King:
I don't know about you anymore.Tim Hoss:
Oh would you stop?*Stone turns Jay over and grabs his legs, but Jay kicks him away. Finn clutches the middle rope, and so Stone falls through to the outside.*
Tim Hoss:
Johnny Stone to the outside!Jesse King:
I really hope Finn wins now, just to spite you.*Finn climbs to the top turnbuckle, to which Jay enzuigiri kicks him off. Finn falls off the turnbukcle and collides with Stone outside.*
Tim Hoss:
Don't get your hopes up just yet. Jay's on the offensive right now.Jesse King:
Jay is old news. Finn is the real deal.*Jay leaps over the ropes, jumps up to the second rope, and lionsaults onto Stone and Finn. He covers both for the pin. Referee McFloyd counts one, two, Finn and Stone kick out.*
Tim Hoss:
A near fall for Jay Carroll.Jesse King:
And that's all he'll get tonight.*Jay is forced off his opponents, who stand up. Jay punches Finn, who takes it on the chin and pushes forward with a spear, grabs and lifts Jay, and forces him into the ring steps.*
Tim Hoss:
Oof! What a collision with those ring steps!Jesse King:
Jay came to wrestle in a hardcore match; Finn will show him the ropes.*Stone grabs Finn's head from behind and rams him headfirst into the ringpost.*
Tim Hoss:
But Stone is not to be counted out either.Jesse King:
There is no count out in these matches...Tim Hoss:
You know what I mean.*Finn stumbles, but doesn't fall. Stone snap DDTs him to the arena floor. Jay starts to get up, but Stone soon pursues him.*
Tim Hoss:
Stone with a DDT to Finn McHaggis.Jesse King:
Now get Jay Carroll!*Stone grabs Jay from behind with a waistlock. Jay reverses with a waistlock to Stone and a German suplex to the arena floor.*
Tim Hoss:
Jay reverses with a German suplex.*Finn is back up with a shining wizard to Jay. He covers for the pin.*
Jesse King:
But here's Finn to the rescue!*Referee McFloyd counts one, two, Jay kicks out.*
Jesse King:
No!Tim Hoss:
Another near fall.*Stone grabs the apron to stand back up. Finn runs over with a yakuza kick to Stone's head.*
Jesse King:
Get 'em Finn! Get 'em Finn!Tim Hoss:
Finn is taking it to both of his opponents, but can he keep up the momentum?*Jay crawls under the ring. Finn picks up Stone and slides him into the ring.*
Jesse King:
I have to give Jay some credit here. He knows when he should cut his losses and just crawl under the ring and cower.*Finn punches Stone in the head, then whips him to the corner. He charges Stone with a shoulder block, making Stone fall down into a sitting position against the corner.*
Tim Hoss:
Finn's really taking it to Johnny Stone now.Jesse King:
You bet he is!*Jay emerges with a fire extinguisher.*
Jesse King:
Oh no!Tim Hoss:
Jay Carroll with a fire extinguisher!*He slides into the ring and dives into Finn, knocking him through the ropes.*
Jesse King:
No no no!Tim Hoss:
Jay Carroll back in a big way tonight!*Jay sprays Stone in the face with the extinguisher, then sets it down to prop Stone up.*
Jesse King:
Why was there a fire extinguisher below the ring anyway?Tim Hoss:
Never know if there's a fire hazard.*Jay grapples with Stone, who reverses by swapping positions with Jay.*
Jesse King:
Oh...Tim Hoss:
Johnny Stone with a reversal!*Stone then headlocks Jay and bulldogs him facefirst into the fire extinguisher.*
Tim Hoss:
Bah gawd!Jesse King:
Good night, Mister Carroll!*Finn climbs back into the ring and stops Stone from pinning Jay before Referee McFloyd can begin the count.*
Jesse King:
And Finn stops the count before it's too late.*Stone lashes out at Finn, who sidesteps it and then jumps onto Stone, mounting him for a round of punching.*
Tim Hoss:
Finn almost with a Lou Thesz Press.*Stone reaches up and grabs Finn by the throat, choking him.*
Tim Hoss:
Stone has Finn by the throat!*They stand back up, to which Stone forces Finn backwards to the corner.*
Jesse King:
What's he gonna do?Tim Hoss:
If he's going to the corner, it'll surely hurt...*Stone lifts Finn up to the top of the turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope, puts his arm over the back of Finn's neck and superplexes him onto the fire extinguisher and Jay Carroll.*
Tim Hoss:
Bah gawd!Jesse King:
No way!*Stone covers Jay for the pin.*
Tim Hoss:
This could be it!*Referee Lloyd McFloyd counts one, two, three!*
*Adrian S.O.S. - Running Wild*
Michael Muffer:
Here is your winner by pinfall: The Canadian Tiger; Johnny... Stone!Jesse King:
Well, better Jay than Finn, I guess.Tim Hoss:
Every man gave a good effort tonight, but Johnny Stone played his cards best.Jesse King:
I hope you're proud.Tim Hoss:
Of what?Jesse King:
Oh, nothing...Tim Hoss:
I'm done with these racist accusations. Let's go to commercial.*Commercials ensue, and when the show comes back...*
The crowd looks up at the CrapTron as a video starts to play. We track a man's feet walking down an alleyway, as bar noise can be heard in the distance. The camera pans up to show a man wearing an England rugby shirt, worn jeans and boots. He has tattoos on his arms, and a mohican haircut.
He talks in a rough Cockney accent.Hello there boys and girls. Now you don't know me, but allow me to introduce myself to the WWCF "Universe". I'm a geezer who believes in simple pleasures. I'm geezer who lives each day like it might be his last. I'm the kind of geezer who likes to start trouble wherever he goes. If you don't mind, allow me to demonstrate.He walks out of the alleyway, and straight into an Australian theme pub, stands on a chair and shouts "Aussie are wankers!" very loudly. Three men approach him armed with freshly broken bottles. They try to attack, but he avoids each hit. He headbutts one of them, elbows another, and punches the third square in the face. Someone leaps over the bar, but he gets caught and thrown through a table, on which people are drinking. The Englishman shouts "Come and have a go!" before stepping outside. He evades another attack, sending one guy into a phonebox, and throws another onto a parked car. He turns to the camera.Now this what you lot are getting is just a sampleof the carnage I can dish out. I'm one of the most fearless bastards you'll ever meet. My name is Wardy. I ain't a nice bloke. Now where was I?As a whole group of Aussies and authority figures surround Wardy, he goes back on the attack.
A caption on the screen reads: Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's Wardy. Coming soon to WWCF.King: Wow, this guy looks like he'll fit right in around here!Hoss: He very well might, and I'm sure that we'll be learning more about this "Wardy" in the coming weeks. For now, though, we have the debut of a young woman by the name of "The Assassin" Julia Aos!King: I think she's biting off more than she can chew here, Gorilla. She walked into this company all cocky and the first thing she did was to challenge Connor Mackenzie! Now while Connor may be one of the easier people to beat around here--Hoss: Excuse me? What are you basing that on?King: My uncanny powers of observation and evaluation. As I was saying, while Connor would be easy for most people to beat, he outweighs Aos by almost a hundred pounds!Hoss: That certainly won't make it any easier for her to win, but size is not the only thing that matters. Why, almost two years ago at the 2009 Botch At The Beach, one half of our current tag team champions, Jonathan Michaels, defeated the man who would later become his tag team partner, the Boiler Room Brawler. BRB outweight JoNo by a hundred and fifteen pounds at that time.Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!*The lights go out*
*"Bodies"*
Muffer: Introducing first! Hailing from Brooklyn, NY, and weighing in at 130 lbs...she is "The Assassin"...JULIA AOS!*Julia walks out to a good crowd reaction, heading for the ring and rolling in. She climbs to the top rope and stares at the entranceway expectantly. The lights go back out again and the sound of a roaring dragon echoes through the arena*
*"War"*
Muffer: Her opponent! Hailing from Halifax, NS, Canada, and weighing in at 225 lbs...he is "The Canadian Dragon"....CONNOR MACKENZIE!*The lights come back on to reveal Connor at the top of the ramp, his hood obscuring his face. He looks up and starts making his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans but focused on his opponent. He climbs onto the apron and goes to the corner, surveying the crowd, and as the chorus of the song hits he pushes his hood back, revealing his dragon-scale facepaint and red eyes. He lets out a loud yell and then jumps down to ringside, removing his tabard and giving it to a boy in the front row, before getting back in the ring.l*
Connor Mackenzie vs. Julia AosKing: I may not think much of Connor right now, but I do sort of sympathize with him, because no matter what happens here he's probably not going to impress anybody. If he wins, people will say that he didn't prove anything by beating a woman. If he loses, people will mock him for being beaten by a woman.Hoss: I don't believe that Ms. Aos--who has insisted she be treated no differently than any of the male wrestlers here--would take kindly to that, King, but there is some truth to what you say.Connor and Julia tie up, as referee John Creed calls for the opening bell. Julia immediately slaps on a headlock, which Connor get’s out of. He applies a hammerlock, but Julia quickly swaps positions with him. She kicks him in the back of the knee to force him down, then delivers a kick to the head! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
Hoss: Well, we're seeing that both of these competitors are technically sound, but the newcomer Julia Aos just came out ahead on that exchange and kicked Connor like she was a government mule!King: I thought that when you mentioned a government mule it was when somebody was getting beaten like one.Hoss: Usually King, but those mules also pack a real strong kick! Ask the people who beat them!As Connor get’s to his feet, Julia meets him with a running side kick! That staggers him, but as Julia goes for a roaring elbow, Connor blocks it with an STO! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
Hoss: Nice STO from Mackenzie to stop Aos' momentum, but just a one count there.Connor pulls Julia up, snap suplex! He pulls her back up and shoots her into the ropes, as she bounces back he goes for a flapjack, but Julia counters into a sunset flip rollup!
1!
2!
Kickout!
As Connor get’s up, Julia meets him with a roundhouse dropkick! She then goes for a standing crossface, transitioning into an armbar! Connor struggles and makes it to the ropes. Julia throws some kicks before Creed forces her back. As Connor steps forward, Julia meets him with a wheel kick! As Connor goes down, she locks on a Fujiwara armbar!
King: You know what? I'm glad it's him in the ring with her and not me.Hoss: A surprising display of respect from Jesse King for somebody he was expressing doubts about just minutes ago, folks!King: What can I say? She looks like she knows what she's doing and can hit real hard.Hoss: Agreed, but let's not count Connor Mackenzie out just yet...Connor fights his way to the ropes and Creed again forces a clean break from Julia. Connor gets to his feet, favoring his arm, which Julia targets with elbow strikes. After sufficiently weakening her opponent, she hits the ropes, looking for a spear, but Connor sidesteps her! Julia hit’s the ropes, Connor rolls her up!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Hoss: Almost a three count there, but it was not to be.Julia goes for a thrust kick, but Connor blocks it and drops her with a backhand chop! He pulls her back up and delivers a gut buster! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Connor pulls Julia up and throws her into the corner. He goes for a backflip kick, but Julia catches his foot and knocks him back! She goes for a spinning back kick, but Connor catches her foot, then lifts her up for a spinning inverted body slam! Cover!
1!
2!
Julia barely gets her shoulder up!
Hoss: What an amazing move from Connor Mackenzie!King: I've gotta admit, I'm impressed. I don't think I've ever seen that!Connor pulls Julia up and whips her into the turnbuckles, but she reverses! Connor's back slams into the buckles and Julia charges in to hit him with a knee strike to the jaw! With Connor dazed, she goes for the Assassin's Special--Connor counters into a powerbomb!
Hoss: That was close, King! Aos likes to finish her matches with what she calls the "Assassin's Special", a frankensteiner into a DDT. If Connor hadn't been able to stop her there, that might have been the end for him.Connor shakes away the cobwebs as Julia does the same. Julia begins to pick herself up, but as soon as she's on her feet again Connor flies off the top rope and catches her with the Flight Of The Dragon!
1!
2!
3!
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner: The Canadian Dragon, Connor Mackenzie!Creed raises Connor's hand. When Julia has risen to her feet, still looking a bit groggy, Connor offers her his hand. After a moment of hesitation, she accepts the handshake.
Hoss: Good to see mutual respect between these two competitors. Connor Mackenzie is now 2-0 in WWCF competition, and Julia Aos just proved that she's capable of taking--AND dishing out--the same amount of punishment as the men here do.King: I'm not totally convinced that either one of them could do as well against any of the veterans here, but that was still a nice little match they put on, and I'm looking forward to seeing 'em in action again.Hoss: We'll be right back...*
"THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF,
THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY.
IT'S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD.
KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!"The pyro goes off as "Na Na Na" plays, and shortly thereafter, Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara head straight for the ring.*
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Number One Contender for the Championship Of Honor, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!*Richlen then grabs a mic:*
And in a few short weeks, Michael Muffer, you will be able to omit the part about being merely a contender, because at Botch At The Beach, I will restore honor to the Championship Of Honor, honor that has been discarded like so many empty wrappers now that it is in the unworthy clutches of Ryan Blood.
Now, he can claim all he wants that he acted honorably in defeating me, but I say that that match has nothing to do with honor whatsoever.
Did Ryan Blood behave honorably when he brutalized Hideo Nakatomi, even though today I'd have an impossible time defending anything that man has done to Jonathan Michaels an to his own daughter? No, he didn't. Did Ryan Blood behave honorably when he aligned himself with the equally, if not more, dishonorable Colt? No, he didn't. Did he behave honorably when he and his fellow hoodlums from the Pantheon assaulted everyone who dared to stand up to them? No, he didn't. And did he behave honorably when the Pantheon brutally attacked Jessica Drakin? Of course not.
The fact remains, Ryan Blood, that you have taken the Championship Of Honor and turned it into the Championship Of DIshonor, and I refuse to allow you to be champion any longer.
It is because you have brought dishonor to the title by your posession of it that I refuse to allow my rematch to be contested under Rules Of Honor, EXCEPT ON ONE CONDITION.
I recall all too vividly that it took you three superkicks to finally pry that title away from me. Well, if I am to reclaim the Championship Of Honor in another Rules Of Honor match, I am going to slap you with another disadvantage: Not only can you lose the title by countout or disqualification, but if you use the superkick AT ANY TIME during that match, I want that to go down as a disqualification! If you didn't quite catch what I meant, allow me to repeat it: I WILL NOT ALLOW MY REMATCH TO BE RULES OF HONOR UNLESS YOUR SUPERKICK IS BANNED.*The crowd reacts quite well to this as a sinister smile touches one corner of Richlen's mouth.*
And even if you force me to accept YOUR terms, which I can guarantee you I won't, regardless of whether or not you have control over the WWCF, I WILL take back the Championship Of Honor, not just for me, not just for Seth Drakin, not just for Jessica Drakin, but for every person who crams Parts Unknown Arena every week and for every WWCF fan who is sitting at home and watching me in action every week, because all of them are just waiting for you and the rest of the Pantheon to go down, whether at my hands or those of Seth Drakin. At Botch At The Beach, I WILL restore honor to the Championship Of Honor, and there will be nothing you can do about it.
As for you, Colt, I will repeat the same thing I said before: if, by hook or by crook, you manage to escape Botch At The Beach unscathed and still in posession of a now tarnished WWCF World Championship, I WILL be waiting for you at BattleBowl. And at BattleBowl, I WILL take the World Championship from you, and I WILL deliver your Final Judgment.
And that...*Richlen pauses as the crowd lets out a yell of "IS A PROMISE!!!!"*
... Is a promise.*Richlen tosses down the mic as he and Shaelin leave.*
Gus Richlen has just issued a demand and a promise, and while I doubt Ryan Blood will accept his stipulation, the champ had better take notice!*"Virus"*
King: Hey, speak of the devil!*As Richlen walks up the ramp, he stops as Blood's music hits. The WWCF Galaxy explodes in boos as Ryan Blood walks out in a pinstriped suit, the Championship Of Honor draped over his shoulder. He is accompanied by a contingent of WWCF security. He already has a mic and raises it to speak.*
Blood: So you're insisting I not use any superkicks. And if I don't you'll...well, you'll forfeit your rematch I guess, Gussy.
Oh well, it's your life. I guess I'll have to find somebody else to defend MY title against come Botch At The Beach.*Blood pauses, grinning*
Blood: Nah, I'm just messing with ya, Richlen. The fact is that I don't need my superkick to beat you, so I might agree to your stipulation. But fair is fair, quid pro quo, tit for tat, you scratch my back I scratch yours, and so on and so forth.
Here's the deal, take it or leave it--and if you leave it, then as WWCF Commissioner I'll be denying you a rematch, so I suggest you think about this before making any rash decisions. If I give up one of my most effective moves, you have to give up one of yours. Carnosel, Schwinn Smash, Dark Lasso, Swerving Elbow, whatever, I don't care. Just take one of them out of your playbook, agree to the stipulation that using it will get you disqualified.
That's the only way you get a shot at winning this belt back, Richlen. Go to the back and ponder it for a while while I address the WWCF Galaxy.*Richlen doesn't respond, just glares at Blood along with Shaelin. Finally, they walk past Blood and the security, heading for the locker room. Blood watches them leave, and then turns his attention to the crowd*
Blood: Hey everybody, how's it going? I'M BACK.*The WWCF Galaxy lets Blood know exactly how it feels about this. It feels angry. Blood smirks and raises the Championship of Honor high over his head in response*
Blood:Oh, that gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling, knowing that just seeing me with this title is enough to ruin all of your nights. That's right! Despite the efforts of your hero, Seth Drakin, I will not have to forfeit this title!
And speaking of Seth...you know what, I'm not gonna talk about what he did to me. I'm not gonna describe how it felt. I'm not gonna play the video. I'm not gonna give you morons the satisfaction of hearing me complain about it so that you can cheer about it. All I'm gonna say for now is this: it will not be forgotten or forgiven, and if it takes me the rest of my days I am going to make sure that Seth Drakin pays for it.
Some of you might be wondering what the deal with the suit is. Well, like I just told Richlen, as of this week I've been officially given the title of WWCF Commissioner, and I thought that I'd better dress the part when making big announcements like naming the #1 contenders for the WWCF World Tag Team Championships, which I'm about to do.
You see, in today's World WrestleCrap Federation we try to avoid having double champions, and that's the reason why it was difficult to figure out who should challenge the Steampunks for their titles. We've got a number of talented teams in this company: Brony & General, Bergman & Jackson, Richlen & Drakin, Evil M & Vincent Van Agony. Here's the problem: at least one of the guys in those first three pairs already has a match at Botch At The Beach, and the last team already had their shot at the Steampunks.
So here's what I, as WWCF Commissioner, have decided. I remember when I arrived in this company late last September without having wrestled a single match. I teamed up with a guy that I had practically just met: Johnny Stone. And what happened? In the eight-team tournament for the vacant titles we started out by beating Blackout & TTS, we went on to beat the team of Pride and Story, and we finished at Night Of The Wrestling Zombies by beating Dread Pirate Mulligan--that's what Brony used to be called for those of you whose brains are too underdeveloped to remember--and the General, to become the WWCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!*More boos*
Blood: Why you're right, that WAS pretty awesome, wasn't it? And we went on to show that we were the most dominant tag team in the history of the World WrestleCrap Federation! But my point is this: sometimes when you throw a couple of wrestlers together to form a tag team, it works. Which is why, based on their performances earlier this evening and also the previous week, I am naming "The Canadian Dragon" Connor Mackenzie and "The Punisher" Frank Castle as the #1 contenders.*The crowd cheers at the mention of Connor, followed by a somewhat mixed reaction at the mention of Castle*
Blood: They might not seem to have much in common, but neither did me and Johnny. So guys, this is your chance. Good luck. I know from experience that against the Steampunks, you'll need it.
Now, as for the World Heavyweight Championship! Whether it's Colt or Sparks who walks out of Botch At The Beach with that title, we're going to be starting the Lethal Lottery right afterwards! That's where everybody on the roster is formed into random tag teams, pit against one another, and all of the members of the winning teams advance to the Battle Bowl to compete for a shot at the world title come GookerMania IV. Of course, somebody on the roster won't need to go through that process, since they'll be challenging for the title at Battle Bowl.
So we're gonna have a couple of matches. Four people who have expressed an interest in challenging for the World Heavyweight Championship--either because they want to be a world champion or just because they want to step into the ring with Colt--are going to compete to face the champ at BattleBowl.
First we have Whitey Fats...*The boos actually seem to make the arena
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...taking on Evil M.*The boos continue*
Blood: You know what? For once, you people don't have such bad taste. Because I actually agree with you about both of them. But when you have two people who have been performing at the level of those two, it's just bad business to keep 'em stuck in the midcard.
Which brings me to the other match. The match between LodiRulz and Seth Drakin will now be for more than revenge or bragging rights; the winner of that match will go on to face either Whitey or Evil M for the #1 contender's spot.*The crowd pops at the possibility of Seth getting a title shot*
Blood: Yeah, I figured you'd react that way. Go ahead. Get excited. It'll just mean that your misery will taste all the sweeter after Lodi destroys Seth at Botch At The Beach.
That's all I've got to say. I invite you all to kiss my ass while I walk away from you back up the ramp so that we can get the next match started.*Blood leaves the ring, security escorting him to the back*
Michael Muffer: The following contest is set for one fall.*The arena goes black.*
*Groove Addicts - The Gateway*
MM: Approaching the ring, from New York, New York, weighing 290lbs…The PunisherTH: Now everyone, this guy proved in last week’s battle royal he’s one nasty customer. He is not too technical I can guarantee you that, but he will get the job done - but I doubt he’s faced anyone like Brony Alexander.JK: And you think this nut is normal? The guy has a bag of who knows what he drags about. If Alexander is unique, this guy is a fruitcake.*Castle enters the ring, handing his bag to an ring attendant, and scowls at him incessantly. He rolls his eyes as his opponents theme starts*
*Photo Finish*
Muffer: And his opponent, hailing from Canterlot and weighing in at 247 lbs...Brony Alexander!*BA gallops down to the ring as riding an imaginary pony, he stops at the bottom of the ramp to star at Castle - he points at him then puts his hands over his face, opening them up wearing a huge smile. He then rolls into the ring.*
TH: Unorthodox entrance from Brony there - could all be part of some unorthodox ring psychology to throw Castle off his game.JK: Or he could just be nuts. I’ve had a though Tim, maybe we should call some research lab and have these two hooked up to some electrodes for the next ten minutes, see which one returns to planet earth first.The two stare each other down. Castle glares at Alexander, who begins to walk around him in a circle. Castle stands still as if trying to keep his composure. Alexander moves round the face Castle again, and smiles a huge grin. He puts his fingers at the corners of Castle’s mouth and tries to force him to smile. He takes his fingers away and Castle still scowls. Alexander grins again, and Castle decks him with an almighty right hand.
TH: Don’t think that was a particularly smart move from Brony. Whatever his game plan was I’m sure that wasn’t in it.JK: This man has a game plan? He’s in there with a trained soldier and he tried to make him smile? This is the worst game plan since Frankenstein got out the body parts box and said “I’ve got a free evening, let’s see what we can make!” TH: Incidentally, have you noticed how The Punisher keeps using this strike based attack?JK: You mean he keeps hitting people really hard? I’m glad to see he bothered to read the rulebook before joining the WWCF.Alexander rolls out of the ring as Castle glares at him. Rolling back in, he rebounds off the ropes and attempts a shoulder block, but bounces off Castle and hits the mat. He attempts a airlock, going for a full nelson, but Castle hits him with an elbow as he moves behind. Grabbing Alexander, he beals him into the centre of the ring and hits him with a hard kick to the face. He goes for a cover.
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Alexander kicks out, and gets to his feet.
TH: Frank Castle went for the cover perhaps a bit too early there - you don’t beat a competitor like that with just a kick.JK: And that’ll be his downfall - his inexperience will tell through and that’s where a veteran like Alexander will hurt him.Castle hits him with a powerful running lariat that sends him flying over the top rope. Castle takes it to the outside, hitting him with gut punches and uppercuts. He Irish whips him into the guardrails, and charges. Alexander though, moves out of the way, and Castle crashes into the guardrail - hard.
TH: Big mistake from The Punisher there - he saw red and went for a blind move.Alexander waits for Castle to get to his feet and hits him with a running knee to the head as he leans against the guardrail. Seizing his chance, Alexander rolls Castle back into the ring as the ref’s count hits six. Alexander slaps on an armbar and wears Castle down. Castle manages to power to his feet, and aims a big right at Alexander, but it’s a wild swing and he misses. Alexander uses Castle’s momentum to hit him with a reverse neck breaker. Alexander covers.
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TH: That was close, Alexander is outthinking his opponent here.JK: Well that’s not hard. Anyone who thinks the Brylcreem look is still fashionable in 2011 should be taken to see a doctor.TH: I don’t think Castle likes doctors - did you see how he spoke to that doctor when he went to see Fred Neric - he nearly bit his head off!JK: See, I told you he couldn’t be that smart, hospital food is awful!Castle kicks out after the neckbreaker, as he gets to his feet, a boot in the midsection from Alexander allows him to pull off a gutwrench suplex, followed up by a flexing elbow drop. Alexander checks Castle’s face to see if he is smiling yet. When he sees he isn’t, he shrugs and carries on his assault. Alexander picks Castle up and whips him to the corner, and attempts another running knee, but Castle blocks the move and sends him flying backward. He rebounds off the ropes and Castle knocks him down with a big boot. Castle applies his choking chinlock. Alexander’s eyes begin to bulge through his mask, but he reaches up and jams a thumb into Castle’s eye that breaks the hold. Alexander retaliates with a sleeper, but his height disadvantage means he has to leap onto Castle’s back. Castle responds by dropping onto his back, squashing Alexander against the mat. Castle covers.
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Alexander props his foot up on the bottom rope, the ref stops the count.
TH: That was close again, these two are really testing one another!JK: Do you think Castle has a pony in that bag of his?TH: I’d prefer not to think about what’s in that bag.JK: Well if it’s anything other than a Happy Meal and a spare pair of socks I’ll be very surprised.Castle glares at the ref and picks up Alexander, planting him with a hard DDT. He rolls him over and applies a surfboard. Alexander shouts in pain but doesn’t tap. Castle screams at him to give up, but Alexander doesn’t tap. Instead he starts laughing maniacally.
JK: See? I told you this guy was a fruit loop!Castle breaks the hold. He stands Alexander up and punches him twice in the mouth. Alexander keeps laughing. Castle hits two uppercuts and Alexander slumps against the ropes, still laughing. “You gotta learn to smile Frankie” says Alexander, and retaliates with a European uppercut that staggers Castle.
TH: He’s got the big man rocked - how will he follow it up?Alexander hits two boxing style jabs and whips Castle against the ropes before and hits the Sonic Rainboom crescent kick. Alexander covers.
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The referee stops the count, noticing Castle’s arm is hanging outside the ring. Alexander breaks the cover but just starts laughing.
JK: The man is nuts - I thought liking ponies was off the chart, but this just shows the guy hasn’t got all the light bulbs screwed in.TH: Brony really needs to get his head together here, you can’t give Castle the time to recuperate!Brony carries on laughing as Castle slowly gets to his feet. Alexander gets him up, and as Castle shakes off the cobwebs, Alexander attempts to put his fingers in the corners of Castle’s mouth again, and make him smile.
TH: Uh-oh - I think he just made him mad.Castle opens his mouth and bites down hard on Alexander’s fingers, but he keeps laughing. Castle stands confused, struggling to see what Alexander is laughing about. “You’re the funniest guy I’ve ever met!” shouts Alexander. Castle shakes his head, and having ran out of patience, smacks him with the Endgame roundhouse punch to the head.
TH: My God! Did you see that punch? That was brutal, simply brutal!JK: Hey, he might have knocked some sense into this crackpot at last!Castle covers Alexander
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MM: Here is your winner - The Punisher!Alexander lies motionless on the canvas as Castle picks up his bag and leaves.
TH: Well it was close, but I think Brony may have paid the price for letting Castle clear his head there.JK: Clear? If this guy’s head is clear I’m Winston Churchill. What’s he going to do for a warm down, start punching brick walls?TH: You want me to introduce you to him?JK: No way, I don’t want anything to do with that psycho, I have a reputation to uphold, and that means not being seen with weirdos like that![/center]
*Whitey is shown backstage, relaxing with Cynnamon*
Hey, DR! You healed up yet? You feeling better about yourself? Feeling better about choking? About being a loser? You suck, but hell, we already know that.
I've challenged you to a match at the PPV... Three Stages of Hell. You haven't responded. Scared? We all know I am the uncrowned champion, so I can't really blame you.
Now, regardless of what you tell the "homeboys" when you see me, everybody saw me pin you. Everybody saw me pin Colt's bitch ass. Yet I haven't even been offered another title shot. Which angers me, but does not surprise me. I've had to bite and scratch my way to the very top of this federation, but I'm not quite there yet.
So this is a warning, after I beat DR's punk ass, I'm coming for the title. Colt, Sparks, Seth, I don't care. I earned a one on one title shot, and I will get what is mine.
*pulls Cynnamon on his lap*
So, DR, one more time... Three Stages of Hell... I'll even let you pick two of the matches. Answer the Wrestling Messiah, or prove yourself a coward before God and man