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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 20, 2011 23:15:11 GMT -5
Awesome! The only thing I have to do with the main event is add commentary and entrances, and then that'll be done! So we actually are gonna have a Monday NiteRaw on...well, very early Tuesday, but Monday if you're on the West Coast like Viva!
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Jun 20, 2011 23:18:03 GMT -5
Awesome! The only thing I have to do with the main event is add commentary and entrances, and then that'll be done! So we actually are gonna have a Monday NiteRaw on...well, very early Tuesday, but Monday if you're on the West Coast like Viva! so the show will be up in 30-60 minutes?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 20, 2011 23:43:46 GMT -5
Almost done putting together part one of two, yeah.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 0:05:35 GMT -5
This is taking longer than I thought, sorry guys...
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 0:18:38 GMT -5
All right, I think I've got it edited so that nothing contradicts anything else. I originally had it set up presuming that my match and Richlen vs. Lodi wouldn't happen back to back, and then when I read the whole thing and realized that those matches had to happen back to back I had to kind of rearrange stuff and rewrite stuff so that it worked. Part one will be posted any minute, and part two will hopefully not take as long to set up...
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 0:19:51 GMT -5
Monday NiteRaw, June 20th, 2011
*Pyro goes off to kick off the show and we cut to "Gorilla" Tim Hoss and Jesse King*
Tim Hoss: Welcome to WWCF Monday NiteRaw! I'm Tim Hoss, here with Jesse King, and what a show we have for you tonight! Jesse King: You speak the truth, Gorilla! The three men who will compete for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship at our upcoming Wheel Of Misfortune pay-per-view--our champion and CEO, Colt, the Wrestling Messiah, Whitey Fats, and some idiot-- Tim Hoss: "Damn Right" Jackson. Jesse King: Good, so you agree that he's an idiot. Anyway, they'll all be competing in a four corners match tonight, and the fourth participant will be none other than Seth Drakin! Tim Hoss: That'll be a great match, King, and in addition we'll see two number one contenders decided tonight. Evil M and Ryan Blood will fight it out to see who will challenge "The Xtreme Machine" Gus Richlen for his Championship of Honor. And later, CageKing and Caleb Fourchon will square off, with the winner of that match going on to face Bergman for his Inter-Forum Championship! Jesse King: We'll also see that punk Gus Richlen up against LodiRulz in a Lodi's Rules match, the rules of which will be revealed later! But to kick things off we have two of the most dangerous men in the WWCF right now going at it, namely the Boiler Room Brawler and Vincent Van Agony, or ViVA if you will. You know, BRB and Jonathan Michaels are the WWCF Tag Team Champions, and Evil M's already beaten Jono. If ViVA can beat BRB, then a strong case could be made that he and Evil M deserve a shot at those titles!
*Ring announcer Michael Muffer suddenly speaks up*
Vincent Van Agony versus The Boiler Room Brawler
Up next we have an exhibition match in which the reinvented Viva, Vincent Van Agony, represents Hideo Nakatomi by challenging Jonathan Michaels's co-Tag Team Partner, the Boiler Room Brawler.
BRB has been on too much of a roll lately, TH. I hope that ViVA-
Vincent Van Agony.
Yeah; ViVA.
He doesn't go by that anymore.
I'm abbreviating, Hoss: Vee eye, vee, ay. ViVA.
That...
Oh enough of this, let me continue.
...
ViVa - Er, I hope that ViVA clobbers BRB with that pipe wrench and knocks him down a peg.
Well let's join Michael Muffer in the ring...
Our next match is scheduled for one fall...
*No World For Tomorrow - Coheed & Cambria*
*Vincent Van Agony walks out and stands below a red spotlight, then sprints for the ring as his entrance theme's chorus starts.*
A moment of focus, and Vincent Van Agony is ready to square off against BRB...
Introducing first, the challenger: now entering the ring weighing 195lbs and hailing from Nakatomi Headquarters: Vincent. Van... Agony!
*Vincent Van Agony slides under the bottom rope and starts stretching his neck and arms in anticipation of BRB.*
And his opponent…
*Rigorous Vengeance – Municipal Waste*
*Boiler Room Brawler walks out with his pipe wrench in hand and his WWCF Tag Team Championship belt slung over his shoulder. He points the pipe wrench at Vincent Van Agony, who sneers at Boiler Room Brawler.*
He can’t use that! This isn’t a hardcore match!
BRB said he’d bring his pipe wrench, and he’s a man of his word.
Now entering the ring, hailing from Rockford, Illinois, and weighing 325lbs; he is one half of the WWCF Tag Team Champions: Boiler… Room… Brawler!
*BRB walks to the ring as ViVA backs away, stretching his neck muscles some more.*
BRB is taking Vincent Van Agony up on his challenge, and BRB rarely messes around.
I think he’s in for a surprise if he believes that ViVA will be the pushover he once was, World Champ or not.
It should be a good-
In fact, ViVA was a former WWCF Champion before Hideo Nakatomi whipped him into shape. Where’s BRB’s WWCF Championship?
Around Colt’s waist, it seems.
*BRB walks up the steps, sets down his pipe wrench and WWCF Tag Team belt, then crosses the ropes.*
I’m still shocked at how built and ripped ViVA got. He looked like such a wimp compared to now.
There can be no doubt that Vincent Van Agony is much more powerful than he used to be, but is he powerful enough to take on 325lbs of Boiler Room Brawler?
*Referee Jake Kwon separates the two men and then starts the match. ViVA runs at BRB with a spear, but BRB holds his ground and waistlocks ViVA, lifting him up for a powerbomb...*
Van Agony explodes out of the gate and looks like BRB’s already setting up for the powerbomb!
*But ViVA slips out behind BRB and counters with a neckbreaker.*
Ha ha! BRB’s already down!
Could he have thought of this ahead of time?
*ViVA goes for the pin. Referee Kwon counts one, tw-BRB powers out.*
ViVA took a gamble, but it didn’t take.
Eh, it was worth it.
*ViVA’s back to his feet first, and he throws a kick at the emerging BRB’s head. BRB is not deterred, and he runs to spear ViVA, who leap frogs him. BRB rebounds from the ropes, and ViVA leapfrogs him again. BRB rebounds again, but this time he stops short as ViVA goes for another leapfrog.*
Uh oh…
*BRB throws a front kick at ViVA’s backside, sending him forward. BRB chases after ViVA, who jumps up on the second rope, twists around, and kicks BRB across the face.*
An agile reversal from ViVA!
*BRB stumbles for a moment, and ViVA takes that moment to take BRB down by both legs. BRB falls neckfirst onto the ropes.*
A good follow up by Vincent Van Agony, but that could have crushed BRB’s throat!
His last name is Agony; what did you expect from him?
*ViVA starts choking out BRB over the ropes, but BRB backs away from the ropes and plops himself onto ViVA, who quickly locks on a rear naked choke.*
BRB’s weight advantage is moot when the match is on the ground.
*BRB has ViVA on his shoulders when Referee Kwon begins the count – 1, 2, ViVA releases BRB who rolls out of the ring to recover.*
A close one for Van Agony and a smart move by BRB.
BRB’s retreating!
*BRB walks over to grab his pipe wrench as ViVA watches on. Kwon warns BRB, but BRB ignores him.*
BRB, don’t be a moron!
Boiler Room Brawler already resorting to his infamous pipe wrench.
*BRB crosses the ropes and swings for ViVA, who ducks. BRB bashes Kwon and takes him down.*
He missed!
The referee has been taken out!
*BRB is ready to swing for ViVA, who backs away, sneering at BRB.*
What now? BRB should be disqualified-
Speaking of which, King…
*Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson comes running out to check on Kwon. He calls the bell.*
Referee Johnson declares this match’s winner, as a result of a disqualification: Vincent… Van… Agony!
*No World for Tomorrow – Coheed & Cambria*
*ViVA smirks at BRB, who grits his teeth and leaves the ring, picking up his WWCF Tag Team Championship belt on the way. ViVA leans over the ropes to berate BRB.*
Not quite the match I envisioned.
It was for me. ViVA was kicking BRB’s ass. Does BRB just plain suck against smaller guys?
I don’t think it was that uneven or decisive. BRB ended this too quickly.
I think he underestimated ViVA; let this match be a lesson to everyone out there that ViVA’s back, and he’s an actual force to be reckoned with. He’s like our very own honey badger.
Our what?
I’ll show you later, but trust me, ViVA’s a damn honey badger.
And BRB’s like a big, nasty grizzly bear.
Yeah, you could say that.
Huh?
I think that this match has resolved nothing. BRB now knows that Hideo Nakatomi’s pockets run deep and he can transform someone like ViVA into a lean, mean, fighting machine. Sorry JoNo, but maybe BRB isn’t the right partner for you.
Uh huh. On the other hand, JoNo has a belt around his waist thanks to BRB.
But no Sarah…
Right you are there. But we have lots more action coming up...
*Man on the Silver Mountain*
Evil M makes his way the ring, mic in hand.
Ladies and gentlemen…
M is silenced by the boos from the crowd.
SHUT UP!!!
Ladies and gentlemen, I appear before you tonight, a night that I am on the brink of greatness!
Tonight, I will defeat Ryan Blood and go on to challenge Richlen for MY Championship of Honor at Wheel of Misfortune.
Blood, you and I are not strangers. I’ve beaten you, you’ve beaten me, we’ve been partners, we’ve been bitter rivals, we hate each other’s guts! It’s going to be a pleasure once again kicking your sorry ass!
And as for you Richlen. We may not share the same history as Blood and I, but I’ve seen enough to know that you do not deserve to wear MY Championship of Honor! I can’t wait for Wheel of Misfortune, because it will be most satisfying to take back MY Championship one year after winning it in the first place.
Now, before I leave you, I would like to address the matter of what happened at Survivor Team Challenge Series.
I know many people have taken it upon themselves to call me out for how I won the match. What you all fail to realize is that Sara Nakatomi is MY fiancée! I can do whatever I want to her! And not a damn person in this arena, in the company, NOBODY, can do a damn thing about-
Suddenly, the arena goes completely dark, and M's mic is cut off.
Then, flames engulf the stage and line the ramp, then the ropes and apron are ablaze, M is looking around in a panic.
The eerieness is amplified as Evil M's original theme music begins to play over the sound system, but it plays at half speed, making it all the creepier, M stares towards the entranceway, not seeing a hooded figure slide into the ring behind him, face obscured.
The figure taps M on the shoulder, causing M to jump in shock, he turns around to see the hooded man, who appears to have something under the robe behind him.
M reaches for the hood, but the man slaps the hand away, M backs away, but is stopped by the flaming ropes.
The figure grabs the hood and pulls it back to reveal . . .
EVIL MASKED JONATHAN MICHAELS
M's eyes widen and he begins to shake his head in denial, Michaels reaches behind his back and pulls out the TACK CHAIR.
Jonathan swings with full force and speed at M, but M ducks and jumps over the top rope, then flees through the crowd, Michaels stares at M and holds the Tack Chair high in the air as the crowd cheers.
Tim Hoss: My God! Jonathan Michaels is back, but as we just witnessed, he is not the same Jono we last saw! Jesse King: He's stealing Evil M's old look! He can't do that! Tim Hoss: He's done more than that, King! Jonathan Michaels is obviously serious about exacting retribution on Evil M, and I think he's just gained a tremendous psychological edge over his rival! We have to go to commercial now everybody! Don't go anywhere!
*As NiteRaw returns from commercial...*
The following non-title contest is a Lodi's Rulz match! In this match, there are no countouts, and there are no disqualifications, with one exception: if Gus Richlen uses a weapon of any sort during the match, he will be disqualified!
*"Hypocrisy" touches off a firestorm of boos as LodiRulz and Allison Sadness head for the ring, with Lodi shoving a full shopping cart with a sign attached reading "LODI STILL RULZ" as Allison carries another sign that reads "AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!"*
Introducing first, accompanied by Allison Sadness, from Parts Unkown, weighing in at 220 pounds, the 2011 King of Wrestlecrap, LodiRulz!
It's been a while since Lodi has competed in the ring, and quite frankly, after he robbed Seth Drakin of his job as CEO, I am not one bit thrilled to see him return!
Are you kidding?! That was the greatest moment in the history of our sport! It's just a shame that the Championship Of Honor isn't on the line tonight!
*"THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF, THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY. IT'S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD. KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!"
Off go the pyros and "Na Na Na Na" as Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara storm down to the ramp. Noticebly, Shaelin is wearing sneakers instead of her high-heeled boots.*
And his opponent, accompanied by Shaelin Marie O'Hara, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 181 pounds, the WWCF Champion Of Honor, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!
Richlen has hinted that he may join us at ringside following this match in order to commentate on the Number One Contender's match that will take place right after this match.
NO!!!! I DON'T WANT THAT CRETIN ANYWHERE NEAR ME!!!!
*John Creed, mindful of what happened the last time he refereed Richlen, has a very hard time trying to keep him from attacking Lodi before the match can even start. Ultimately, he fails, and Richlen rushes forward and starts beating down Lodi! Creed finally manages to seperate the two and calls for the bell, but he gets run over as Richlen bulldozes Lodi again! It eventually spills out of the ring, and there is nothing that Creed can do about it.
Lodi finally gets a measure of control over the match by kicking the champ in the midsection before grabbing a "NO PASSING ZONE" out of the cart, swinging, and connecting with Richlen's head. He then grabs a steel chain and throws it in the ring before dropkicking Richlen. He then tries to pick Richlen up to throw him into the ring, but Richlen picks him up and hits a running powerslam! He then throws Lodi in the ring.
When he gets in the ring, however, Lodi grabs him and nails a DDT!
1!
2!
Richlen gets the shoulder up, but Lodi charges and hits the Rolling Thunder!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out, so Lodi climbs to the top rope for the shooting star press, but Richlen rolls out of the way before he can do anything, so he jumps off. He goes in pursuit of Richlen, but the champ suddenly gets to his feet and flapjacks him into the top rope! Lodi staggers back, and Richlen spins him around and Samoan drops him!
1!
2!
Lodi kicks out, but Richlen gets to his feet and hits the swerving elbow!
1!
2!
Lodi kicks out, but when he gets to his hands and knees Richlen comes screaming at him with the Schwinn Smash! He then starts stalking Lodi, and when he gets up, Richlen grabs him by the throat, but when he lifts him up for the chokeslam, Lodi hits a tornado DDT!
1!
2!
RICHLEN KICKS OUT!!!!*
It may be Lodi's rules, but Richlen is proving to hold his own!
Pull your head out of the sand! It'll be a matter of seconds before Lodi wins!
*Lodi, meanwhile, is wrapping one foot in the chain, and upon completion, he waits for Richlen to get up. As soon as the champ does, Lodi goes for a superkick with the wrapped foot, but Richlen ducks, catches him, and hits the Final - NO! Lodi rolls him up - NO!!!! Richlen rolls through, wraps Lodi's arms around his own neck, and as he gets up, dragging Lodi up with him, he locks his own arms around Lodi's arms and neck, locking in the Nightmare Express!!!!*
LODI IS ABOUT TO LEARN THE HARD WAY THAT YOU GOTTA GET UP EARLY IN THE MORNING TO PUT ONE OVER ON THE "XTREME MACHINE!!!!"
*And that's when Allison Sadnees slides in the ring, clutching a Singapore cane, but Shaelin Marie cuts her off before she can reach Richlen! Shaelin throws Allison out of the ring before exiting herself and Irish whipping Allison towards the timekeeper's posititon! Allison manages to put on the brakes before the collision, but when she turns around, Shaelin clotheslines her over the barricade, falling in with her in the process!
Richlen nearly has Lodi out, but Lodi swings back with one leg and low blows him! Before the champ can react, LODI HOISTS HIM UP AND HITS THE I-RULZ!
1!
2!
3!*
HAHAHA!!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
Here is your winner, LodiRulz!
*Lodi rolls out of the ring and helps Allison get back to ringside. The two then leave, with Lodi getting a laugh at Richlen's expense the whole way up the ramp. Richlen gets to his feet, mouths "Next time, you will NOT be so lucky," and then slides out of the ring as Shaelin collects herself and joins Richlen near the announce table.
Jesse King is still bad-mouthing the champ when Richlen suddenly grabs him by the front of his shirt and literally tosses him away from the announce table! He then grabs a mic:*
Now you listen to me, and you listen good, Jesse King. I go online a lot more than you'd realize, and I see the videos and I hear you talking s*** about me all the time, week in and week out. It's the same garbage constantly. Well, I am going to do the fans at home a favor tonight. I'm kicking your biased backside off commentary for the next match.
*He then takes King's chair and throws it at him.*
Shaelin and I will get our own chairs, thank you very much.
*Shaelin reaches under the ring and pulls out two padded steel chairs. She then sets them up where King was, and Richlen slides over the top of the table as Shaelin goes around. Both put on their headsets as Shaelin props her feet on the table and leans back.*
Well, it's good of you two to join me on commentary.
Ricky and I wouldn't miss it for the world, Hoss Man.
Tim Hoss: Well, up next we will learn who will be the number one contender to Gus Richlen’s Championship of Honor.
Am I happy about this match? No, I'm not. But it has to happen anyway.
The following contest is the number one contenders match for the Championship of Honor!
*Man on the Silver Mountain*
Evil M walks down the aisle by himself.
Introducing first, from Rockland, Massachusetts, weighing in at 308 pounds, Evil M!
In case you're asking, "Why, Richlen, would you put M in this kind of match, considering that he's more or less the master of the Rules of Honor match?" here's my answer: I find great amusment and irony in the fact that two men who have no concept of the true meaning of honor would be competing in a match to have a shot at MY Championship Of Honor at Wheel Of Misfortune. The way Evil M and his boss have treated Jonathan Michaels is equally as sickening as what the Pantheon has done in recent weeks.
The arena goes dark, then Virus begins playing. As the guitars kick in, blue flames shoot up, illuminating Ryan Blood, standing in the entranceway, looking down. As the flames go out, the arena is bathed in blue light, as Blood walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans.
When Blood get’s to ringside, he grabs a mic.
Oh great....
Blood: Okay, cut my music and change the lighting back to normal. I've got something to say!
The rules of this match are going to be the version of the Rules Of Honor that you introduced when you were the champ, M. With a change here and there. And Richlen, you'd better listen up too, because these are the rules you'll be defending that title under! They are:
*Blood clears his throat and pulls a list out of his jacket pocket, which he reads from*
Rule number one! The match will begin with a handshake. If one man tries to attack his opponent before the bell, the match is immediately thrown out!
Rule number two! If one man leaves the ring, he has a twenty count to return or the match ends. Fighting outside the ring will NOT be tolerated!
Rule number three! If one man intentionally tosses his opponent over the top rope, he will be disqualified! A wrestler's intent or lack thereof shall be determined by the official of record.
Rule number four! Moves which carry a high risk of head trauma shall not be allowed! Meaning no DDTs, no brainbusters, and no piledrivers of any kind! Strikes to the head are permitted.
Rule number five! This championship can change hands on a countout or disqualification!
With that out of the way, let me get into that ring and give you a nice, firm handshake, Evil M...before I honorably start kicking your ass!
So much for any hope of randomness at the PPV.
Blood enters the ring and extends his hand to M. M grabs it, talking trash to Blood as the two shake hands. When the handshake breaks, referee Will Alphonzo signals for the opening bell.
Blood immediately charges M, firing off a series of punches that rattles the former Champion of Honor. M leans into the ropes, causing Alphonzo to pull Blood back. M attempts to regroup, but as soon as he steps away from the ropes, Blood is all over him again. As Blood continues with the punches, as well as some knife edge chops, M steps through the ropes, again forcing a break.
M drops off the apron to the floor in an attempt to buy some time. Blood angrily stands back, waiting as Alphonzo begins the count…
“1!
2!
3!”
Blood paces around the ring as M leans back against the crowd barricade, a slight smile on his face.
“4!
5!
6!”
Blood tries to go after M, but Alphonzo pulls him back.
“7!
8!
9!”
M fakes a yawn as Blood seethes.
“10!
11!
12!”
M slowly begins to walk up the ring steps.
Not sure why M would take his dear sweet time like this, especially in light of what is at stake in this match.
Beats me.
“13!
14!
15!”
M finally reenters the ring. Blood charges, but M catches him and throws him into the corner! M with some chops, then he backs up and clothesline’s him! Blood slumps down, but M pulls him back up and hits some more chops. He then goes to the opposite corner.
M builds a head of steam and charges, but Blood moves! M hit’s the turnbuckle and Blood quickly waistlock’s him and German suplex’s him to the mat! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Blood stomps M, then begins choking him!
“1! 2! 3! 4! C’mon Blood! Get off him!”
Alphonzo pulls Blood off of M, but Blood quickly resumes stomping and kicking him! M tries to get to the ropes, but Blood drags him to the center of the ring. He sit’s M up, only to kick him in the back of the head! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Blood turns M over on his stomach and stomps the back of his neck, then drops an elbow on him! Blood backs up, then hit’s the ropes, looking for a leg drop, but somehow, M manages to roll out of the way! Blood hit’s the mat hard, but get’s back to his feet. M manages to roll out of the ring, but this time, Blood pushes past Alphonzo and follows M to the arena floor! Blood stomps M some more, then pulls him up and slams his head on the ring apron!
Brawling outside the ring is against the Rules Of Honor, but Will Alphonzo apparently is going to allow it this time...
Alphonzo exit’s the ring and tries to pulls Blood off, but Blood fakes a punch towards him, causing the ref to back off! Blood throws M against the barricade and charges, but M back body drops him into the crowd! M falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath. Blood pulls himself up, but as he tries to climb over the barricade, M punches him, knocking him back down!
M follows Blood into the crowd and pulls him to his feet. M with some punches, then he scoops Blood up and slams him down on the concrete! He pulls Blood back up, only to clothesline him back down! M drops a leg on Blood, then picks him up and tosses him over the barricade. M climbs over, then pulls Blood up. Some more punches, then he throws Blood back in the ring. M rolls in after him and makes the cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
M picks Blood up and shoots him into the ropes. As Blood bounces back, M catches him with a spinebuster! Instead of covering him, M pulls him up and tosses him into the corner. He chops Blood several times, causing his chest to turn bright red. After a few punches, he hoists Blood up on the top turnbuckle. M climbs up and hooks Blood…
SUPERPLEX!!!*
OK, top rope moves are legal as long as nobody hits the floor. This will be remembered for future reference.
*M makes the cover…
1!
2!
Kickout!
M shouts at Alphonzo that his count was two slow. He grabs Blood, who cradles him, but instead of holding onto the pin, he breaks the cradle and drives his elbow into the back of M’s neck! Blood quickly pulls M up, swinging neckbreaker! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Blood continues to work over M’s neck, connecting with a rolling elbow, then sitting M up, only to roundhouse kick him right in the face! M goes down, but Blood sit’s him up and kick’s him again! He pulls M up for a third kick, but M catches it! M stands up and kicks out Blood’s other leg, knocking him to the mat! Still holding the other leg, M drops an elbow across Blood’s midsection!
M stands up and drops another elbow on Blood, this one across the chest. He then pulls him up, snap suplex! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
M climbs to the middle turnbuckle, as Blood get’s to his feet, M comes down with a double axe handle blow! Blood crumples to the mat. M pulls him up and throws him into the corner once again. M with a few knees to the midsection, then he pulls Blood to the middle of the ring. M off the ropes, going for a lariat, but Blood ducks it! As M spins around, Blood connects with a roundhouse kick to the ribs! Another roundhouse connects as well, then as M is hunched over, Blood hit’s a third roundhouse, right to the face!
M goes down and he’s busted open! Blood pounces on M, punching at the blow, then trying to bite the big man! Alphonzo has to intervene.
“1! 2! 3! 4! That’s enough Blood!”
Alphonzo pulls Blood off, but he’s right back on the attack, tearing and biting some more!*
"Rules Of Honor." To quote Doctor Evil, RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT.
“1! 2! 3! 4! Knock it off or I’m calling for the bell!”
Blood pulls M up and goes to shoot him into the ropes, but M reverses it! As Blood bounces back, M catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Both men are down! Alphonzo begins counting…
“1!
2!”
M starts to stir, looking slightly disoriented.
“3!
4!”
Blood starts to move now, as M slowly sits up.
“5!
6!”
Blood on his knees now, M get’s to his feet!
He grabs Blood and attempts to set him for a suplex, but Blood shoves him off, then German suplex’s him into the turnbuckle! The back of M’s head hit’s the buckles first and M looks out of it! Blood grabs M and hooks him in the Krayt Dragon! M tries to reach for the ropes, but he doesn’t even know where he is! Alphonzo calls for the bell!
“That’s enough Blood, let him go!”
Alphonzo pulls Blood off of M as Michael Muffer makes the announcement…
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and the number one contender for the Championship of Honor, RYAN BLOOD!!
*Richlen sits and glares at Blood.*
Well, I know you're probably not thrilled by the results, champ, but-
*Richlen and Shaelin suddenly leave the table, with Richlen stopping to grab his championship before they get in the ring.
King cautiously makes his way back to commentary as Richlen gets right in Blood's face. There is a major staredown for a few moments before Richlen lifts the Championship Of Honor in the air and shakes his head. Blood turns away.... AND SUPERKICKS RICHLEN!!!!
The champ goes down like a shot, the title flying out of his hand, and Blood takes a step towards it, but Shaelin dives and snatches it off the canvas! She then gets to her feet and rushes over to Richlen, clutching the belt tightly and glaring at Blood, who merely smirks and, making the belt motion, leaves the ring.*
After what we just witnessed, I think Richlen's chances of walking out of Wheel Of Misfortune as Champion of Honor just went down further yet!
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 1:02:43 GMT -5
*As the show comes back from commercial, Brony Alexander is in the ring.......He seems angry, but his mask obscures any facial cues*
You know what WWCF Galaxy? I get a distinct feeling that there are some NEEEEEEEEIGH-Sayers in the audience! Those that doubt the word of Pony! Those that think I've gone loco in the Coco.......maybe I have.....but that's beside the point.
The point is, dear Galaxy......I'm finally HAPPY, and yet......you people TURN YOUR BACK ON ME! What's the deal? Are you happy seeing me beaten bloody by Fats? Kidnapped by Quatt? Made to be some kind of meat puppet for you? Oh no......I'm Brony Alexander! I'll whip your ass in 10 seconds flat! I'm the baddest Pony Loving Former Pirate MadMan Commissioner of Fun Ex-Champion of Honor that has ever.....and I mean EEEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEERRRRRRR been in the WWCF!
And.....
YOU! ARE! GOING! TO! LOOOOOOOOVVVVEEEEE! MEEEEEEEEEE!
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Tim Hoss: I'm worried about B.A. Jesse King: [now back in his regular seat] Oh, he'll be fine. Let's get to our next match.
CageKing vs Caleb Fourchon
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. The winner of the match becomes Number One Contender for the Inter Forum Championship, with a guaranteed title shot at the Wheel of Misfortune Pay Per View. Introducing first, from Dulac, Louisiana, weighing 248 pounds: Caleb Fourchon!
* “Circus Envy” plays over the arena speakers. Caleb comes out and stalks down the ramp. He slides under the ropes and rolls to his feet. He makes a circuit around the ring, staring out into the booing crowd, before going to squat on his haunches in his corner.*
Tim Hoss: Caleb has been in the WWCF for almost a year, but has yet to win championship gold. He’s had his opportunities, though. Tonight he gets one more: a shot at facing Bergman for the Inter Forum Title at Wheel of Misfortune.
Jesse King: I like Caleb, guy has all the tools to be a champion, but he’s got no chance here tonight. The Pantheon will not be denied.
MM: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 315 pounds: CageKing!
* The fans jeer loudly as “Ecstasy of Gold/One Mic” cues up and Cageking walks out. He heads to the ring with deliberate purpose, a grim look on his face.*
TH: Here comes the former Inter Forum Champ. CageKing never got his rematch after losing the title to Bergman, and is quite perturbed he has to compete for something he feels he is already owed.
JK: I don’t blame him for being angry. Caleb had his chance at the Inter Forum Title, and lost. It’s Cage’s time now.
*Referee Lloyd McFloyd gets both men to the middle of the ring to go over the rules. When he calls for the bell the two begin to circle one another. Finally, the two lock up. CageKing pushes Caleb towards the (far announcer side) corner, until McFloyd tells him to back off. Cage breaks the hold, and Caleb immediately fish hooks him. He follows that up with several punches, moving CageKing back, ignoring the ref’s admonishment. He grabs Cage by the arm and tries whipping him back to the same corner, but is resisted. Cageking pulls Caleb into a shoulder block. He trips the Cajun Crippler, and still gripping his arm, puts him in a shoulder hold.*
TH: Despite the cheap shot from Caleb, CageKing has the advantage early on.
JK: Its just like the man said last week. Caleb doesn’t belong in the same ring as him.
TH: I don’t recall you being such a booster of CageKing before he joined the Pantheon.
JK: A man is allowed to reevaluate his positions, Gorilla.
*Caleb slowly struggles to his feet. CageKing swings him around, releasing the hold, and sends him towards the far ropes. He ducks down for a back body drop, but Fourchon leapfrogs him and hits the ropes on the other side. When Caleb rebounds this time though, Cage catches him in a bridging Northern Lights suplex. McFloyd counts. One! Two! Caleb kicks out.*
TH: Very impressive Northern Lights suplex from CageKing. The man is extremely quick and limber for his size.
*The two men stand and square off. Caleb starts jawing at Cage, who smirks and bitchslaps him across the face. The crowd “ooooooooooohs” as Caleb’s head snaps back. CageKing goes for a double leg takedown, but Caleb manages to stay on his feet. Wrapping his arms around his opponent’s stomach, he dives forward to the side of CageKing’s body, and spins so that he makes Cage rotate and land flat on the mat. Caleb immediately transitions into a front facelock, keeping Cage down, applying pressure.*
TH: A nice escape from that double leg take down gives Fourchon the upper hand.
JK: Caleb’s as slippery as an eel, Gorilla, I’ll give him that.
*Caleb continues to keep the face lock applied and slowly gets to his feet, bringing Cage with him. He tries to set up the Gator Roll, but CageKing hits several punches to the stomach, and muscles out. He connects with a chick kick, dropping Caleb to the mat. Cover. One! Two! Caleb gets a shoulder up. Cage smacks him in the mush with his elbow and tries again, this time stacking the pin. One! Two! Caleb wiggles out. Both men rise to their feet. They get in an elbow and collar tie up. Caleb puts CageKing in a side headlock and takes him down. He tries for a cover, but Cage kicks out at One! From a kneeling position Caleb bounces up and drops a knee on Cage’s gut, then straddles him and applies a stomach claw.*
TH: Caleb going old school with the stomach claw. There has been a surprising amount of mat wrestling from these two brawlers so far.
JK: And the crowd is dead for it. Bunch of Philistines.
TH: Well, it might be because neither one of these guys is easy to cheer for, King.
JK: Stop making excuses for the rubes, Gorilla.
*CageKing winces from the claw but does not tap. He clubs Caleb in the face repeatedly until he rolls backwards off of him. Caleb gets to his feet, runs the (near side) ropes, and caroms back to Cage, smearing him with a crossbody just as he sits up. Cover. One! Two! CageKing throws him off with authority. Both men slowly stand. Caleb tries for a clothesline but Cage ducks under it, waist locks him, and throws the Cajun Crippler to the mat. He immediately flips backward for a standing moonsault. Rolling Caleb over he makes a cover. One! Two! Kickout.*
TH: Its just unbelievable watching CageKing at times. That was a three hundred plus pound man executing a picture perfect standing moonsault.
JK: He’s a remarkable athlete. The ideal candidate to be the next Inter Forum Champion.
*Getting to his feet, CageKing grabs Caleb by the leg and drags him closer to the (front, ramp side) corner. He climbs the ringpost, gets in position, and goes for an elbow drop just as Fourchon rolls out of the way. Cage clutches his elbow in agony. Caleb takes advantage, getting behind him and applying a hammerlock on his afflicted arm. CageKing is doubled over, gritting his teeth in pain, but shakes his head when McFloyd asks if he quits. Slowly, Cage drags himself towards the (near) ropes, fighting through the pain, dragging Caleb with him. Finally, he lunges forward and grabs the bottom rope. McFloyd tells Fourchon to break the hold, but he refuses. McFloyd starts counting him out. One! Two! Three! Four! Caleb releases the hold, and immediately stands and gets in the ref’s face, chewing him out. When he turns back to CageKing he walks right into a spinning heel kick that drops him. Cover. One! Two! Caleb gets a shoulder up.*
TH: What a kick by CageKing! It sounded like a thunderclap in the arena.
JK: Look at him favoring his arm, though, Gorilla: I think CageKing injured his elbow bad.
*CageKing does stand holding his injured arm. He backs away from Caleb to recover. Fourchon gets to his feet and begins stalking him. Caleb kicks at Cage, then rushes him. He hits a forearm shiv to his face then grabs hold of the hurt arm, twisting it. Leading CageKing towards the (far) ropes he springboards over them to the outside still holding onto his opponent’s arm, catching the inside of his elbow on the top rope. CageKing howls in pain and falls back, clutching the damaged limb.*
TH: Some innovative offense by Caleb Fourchon there. What would you call that: a slingshot armbreaker?
JK: That’s as good a name as any.
*Lloyd McFloyd checks on Cage, and then begins counting Caleb out. One! Two! Three! Caleb slides back into the ring and moves towards his prone opponent. He begins stomping on CageKing’s arm. After several kicks he grabs it and drags CageKing over to the (near announcer side) corner.*
TH: Like a vicious scavenger, Caleb is attacking CageKing where he is most vulnerable: his injured arm.
JK: Who said Fourchon was stupid?
TH: Not me, though you have made a few quips at the expense of his intelligence.
*Caleb climbs the second turnbuckle, bounces, and crashes down on CageKing with a corner slingshot splash. He covers. One! Two! CageKing gets his foot on the bottom rope. Caleb, frustrated, pulls him further away from the ringpost and mounts it for a second splash. As he’s bouncing CageKing lurches to his feet, ducks under Caleb so that when he comes down he’s on his shoulders, and then falls backward with an electric chair drop. He rolls over and drapes an arm over Caleb. One! Two! Caleb kicks out. The two men slowly rise, each one clinging to the other for balance. They exchange punches. Finally Cageking doubles Caleb over with a kick to the stomach and hits a DDT! He flips Caleb and hooks his leg for a cover. One! Two! Caleb gets his shoulder up. An exhausted CageKing stands, gets Caleb set so he’s doubled over, locks his arms around his waist, hoists him up, and powerbombs him.*
TH: How is CageKing finding the strength to lift Caleb with his injured arm?
JK: The man has the heart of a champion, Gorilla, and he’s proving it right here!
*For a second time Cage lifts Caleb up and sends him crashing down to the mat. Even the crowd is beginning to cheer on the Pantheon member for his effort. He lifts Fourchon up for a third powerbomb, only to have Caleb surreptitiously poke him in the eye. Caleb slides off Cage’s shoulders, twisting so they are facing away from each other when he lands, wraps his arm around his neck, and then drops down to his knees for an inverted headlock backbreaker (aka that move Randy Orton does).*
TH: Caleb going after CageKing’s eye to avoid that third powerbomb. I’m going to assume referee Lloyd McFloyd missed it.
JK: What a cheap shot! Fourchon should be disqualified!
TH: For once we agree, King. But the fact is, Caleb’s in control now. Can he capitalize?
*Caleb doesn’t even try for a pin. He struggles to roll CageKing over onto his stomach, and then sits on his back. He grabs his leg and tucks it under his armpit, then reaches forward to pull Cage’s arms behind his thighs. Finally Caleb grabs CageKing by the head and puts him in a chinlock.*
TH: The Cocodrie Clutch!
JK: Oh, no.
*CageKing struggles to escape the hold, but can’t. McFloyd bends down and asks if he quits. CageKing shouts no. Caleb leans back further, twisting Cage’s spine even more. CageKing tries to move closer to the ropes, but isn’t able to make any headway. Unable to power out or get any traction, he finally submits. The ref signals for the bell. Caleb releases the hold and rolls off Cage, lying on his back, looking nearly as beaten as the man he defeated.*
MM: Here is your winner, and Number One Contender for the Inter Forum Championship: Caleb Fourchon!
*The crowd boos as “Circus Envy” is played. McFloyd helps Caleb to his feet, and raises his arm in victory.*
JK: Well, I don’t like it, but Caleb Fourchon is once again going to wrestle for the Inter Forum title.
TH: Does that mean you’ll be rooting for Bergman at Wheel of Misfortune, King?
JK: Hell, no! I can’t stand that guy. I’m just mad that CageKing was cheated out of the title shot he deserved.
TH: Well, its hard for me to feel bad for CageKing, considering his past actions, but I have to admit I was very impressed by both men tonight. Pity such a good match was decided by such a bush league move as a poke to the eye.
*Having recovered enough of his strength, Caleb begins mounting the ring’s turnbuckles, taunting the crowd as him pantomimes the championship belt around his waist. As he begins to climb down CageKing charges the corner, springs off the second rope, gets Caleb in a three quarter facelock, and goes crashing to the mat, bringing Fourchon with him.*
TH: An Overnight Celebrity off the second rope!
JK: CageKing just got himself a small measure of payback for that eye gouge.
*CageKing gets to his feet and glares down at Caleb, who is out cold. Still holding his arm, he makes his way out of the ring and limps up the ramp to some light applause.*
*Whitey is shown sitting behind the wheel of his pickup truck*
In a few weeks, I, Whitey Fats, The Wrestling Messiah, will finally have a title shot.
I earned one months ago, but Seth and his skank denied me what was mine, so he paid the price.
Now, the Wrestling Messiah is not a fool, and I know I'll have a battle on my hands, what with Colt and DR Jack...
*Whitey breaks down in laughter*
I can't do it, I just can't. Neither one of them is worthy to pay me to sleep with Seth's slut, let alone step in the ring with me.
Neither one has ever faced a man like me, a man whose wrestling ability has earned him the moniker of "The Wrestling Messiah"
The time has finally come for me to be your world champion, and for me to bring back the honor and prestige of the world title.
Now, tonight, I have to face both of those men, plus some dude whose wife I've banged.
Don't believe me?
*Whitey pulls some pics out from a manilla envelope, and holds them to the camera. Pictured is Seth's wife, buck naked with three startegically placed dots, with Whitey laying beside her, and they are both smoking*
How's that make you feel, Seth?
How ya like me now?
*Whitey breaks down laughing again*
Tim Hoss: Well, now it's time for our main event!
Michael Muffer: The following contest is your main event, and is set for one fall with no time limit! It is a four corners match, the rules of which state that only two of the four competitors may be in the ring at any time, with the other two remaining in their assigned corners until tagged into the match by one of the legal participants!
*"Simply The Best"*
Michael Muffer: Introducing first! Hailing from Starke, FL, and weighing in at 275 lbs...Whitey Fats!
*Whitey walks out to loud boos with his mahogany pimp cane, which he raises, touching off fireworks. As he walks to the ring, the lights dim and the music changes to "Anthem Of The Angels"*
Michael Muffer: His first opponent...hailing from Stafford, VA and weighing in at 265 lbs...Seth Drakin!
*Seth heads for the ring with a scowl on his face. Once he enters, he raises both hands and lightning hits all four turnbuckles, pyro shooting out of them a second later.*
"Too Black, Too Strong, Damn Right!"
*"All Of The Lights"*
Michael Muffer: Their opponent! From West Philadelphia, born and raised, and weighing in at 305 lbs...Damn...Right...Jackson!
*Jackson emerges to a huge crowd pop. He smiles and unbuttons his jacket, before throwing his hands to the sky as pyro goes off to either side of him. He struts down to the ring*
"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"*
Michael Muffer: Their opponent! He is the WWCF World Heavyweight Champion! Hailing from Adelaide, Australia, and weighing in at 250 lbs...Colt!
*Colt walks out wearing his hooded cloak, a single spotlight illuminating him as he makes his way to the ring, mouthing "choose your fate" to the song. He climbs in and removes his cloak. Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson calls for the bell*
Colt vs. "Damn Right" Jackson vs. Whitey Fats vs. Seth Drakin Four Corners Match
*Seth and Colt start things off, unloading on one another in a flurry of punches. Seth finally wins it when he damn near takes Colt's head off with a big left hand! Colt tries to shake away the cobwebs from his prone position, but isn't fast enough as Drakin applies a rear chinlock!*
Jesse King: Bo-ring... Tim Hoss: Chinlocks are effective at wearing an opponent down, Jess. Jesse King: Still boring.
*After a significant amount of time in the hold, Colt fights to his feet and hits Seth with a belly to back suplex! Both men lie on the mat breathing hard before Colt starts picking himself up. Colt abruptly makes a tag to Jackson and then heads to his corner*
Tim Hoss: Looks like Colt doesn't want to take on Jackson right now. Jesse King: He's just letting these two morons beat each other up while he gets some rest. It's called smart strategy.
*Jackson hesitates for a second, clearly conflicted about fighting his teammate from the prior pay-per-view, but climbs through the ropes a second later. He allows Seth to get to his feet and raises a hand for a test of strength. Seth accepts the challenge, and the two men lock hands and put everything they've got into overpowering one another. Jackson finally wins out, forcing Seth down onto his back. Johnson starts counting*
One!
Two!
Seth gets a shoulder up!
*Seth manages to kick Jackson's leg out from under him, causing Jackson to stumble and allowing Seth to extricate himself from Jackson's grasp. Seth scrambles to his feet and catches Jackson with a headlock takedown, twisting away at his grounded opponent's neck*
Jesse King: More boringness. Tim Hoss: Stop it.
*Jackson finally fights to his feet and hits Seth with elbows to the stomach, but Seth responds by shooting Jackson into the ropes and bringing him down with a drop toe hold. Seth then whirls around and makes a tag to a surprised Whitey before grabbing his head and bringing him down throat-first on the top rope! Seth takes hold of the coughing, gasping Whitey and brings over the top rope to slam him down in front of Jackson, who's almost back to his feet. Seth says "All yours," before climbing back through the ropes*
Jesse King: What dirty tactics by Seth Drakin! Tim Hoss: I thought you admired that kind of thing. Jesse King: Well normally yes, but...uh...oh never mind.
*Jackson nails Whitey with several punches to the head to make sure he won't resist before picking Whitey up and raising him high over his head in a vertical suplex position. Jackson takes almost ten seconds to let all the blood rush to Whitey's head before thunderously slamming him down! Cover*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Jackson goes for an Oklahoma Slam on Whitey, but the self-proclaimed Wrestling Messiah catches him with a poke to the eye! Jackson lets out a pained cry and releases Whitey as he stumbles away. Whitey slumps against the turnbuckles, looking dazed and grimacing in pain from the beating he's taken so far*
Jesse King: Now THAT dirty tactic I liked! Tim Hoss: I thought you would. Whitey might have created an opening for himself here. At the very least, he's earned a temporary respite.
*Across the ring from Whitey, Jackson is wincing in pain and blinking as Johnson checks to make sure his eye's undamaged. Jackson turns around to resume his attack on Whitey and goes for a spear--but Whitey sidesteps! Jackson puts on the brakes before he collides with the turnbuckles, but Whitey catches him with a bridging German suplex!*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Whitey starts methodically stomping away on every part of Jackson's body a la Ron Garvin, and then begins strangling the Black Dynasty with both hands! Johnson starts counting, and Whitey lets go at four, smirking and telling Spud ""I have 'til five."*
Jesse King: That's true, he does. Tim Hoss: No reason for him to be so smug about it, though.
*Whitey turns Jackson over and locks on a Texas Cloverleaf! Jackson writhes in agony and struggles to push himself off the mat, but Whitey cranks back and increases the pressure, eliciting a scream of pain from Jackson, who slumps to the mat and groans. Johnson asks Jackson if he wants to submit, the response being "HELL NO!" with equal parts anger and pain evident in Jackson's voice. Jackson pushes himself back up, and this time Whitey isn't able to do anything to stop his progress; he finally makes it to the ropes and gets the break! Whitey curses and keeps the hold on until almost five, before letting go and pulling Jackson into the center of the ring by one leg. Whitey stomps on Jackson some more and then climbs to the top rope...Whitey flies off, but Jackson rolls out of the way of the splash! Whitey hits hard and rolls away moaning in pain, with Johnson starting a ten count*
Jesse King: Oh no! Damn it Whitey, you had him beat! Tim Hoss: High risk and no reward for Whitey Fats there!
*Whitey tags in Colt, who leaps over the ropes in anticipation of beating on the weakened Jackson--but Jackson suddenly closes the distance between himself and Seth to make the tag! Seth is through the ropes and goes for a clothesline on Colt, but Colt ducks and catches Seth with a dropkick as he comes off the ropes! Seth picks himself up only to get hit with a series of arm drags and finally a snap suplex! Colt goes for a cover*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Colt attempts a power slam on Seth, but Seth manages to float over and hit Colt with a standing dropkick that sends him over the top rope!*
Tim Hoss: Beautiful dropkick from Seth Drakin!
*After taking a moment to rest, Seth follows Colt to the outside and whips him into the steel barricade! Colt's face is a mask of pain, and he's barely able to stay on his feet as Seth charges in and clotheslines him over into the crowd! Seth rolls in and out of the ring to restart the count and then joins Colt among the fans*
Tim Hoss: Things are not looking too good for Colt here.
*As the fans make room for the wrestlers, Seth takes advantage by slamming Colt's forehead into one of the vacated steel chairs! Colt reels and hits the floor. Seth picks him up, slings him over his shoulder, and executes an Oklahoma Slam that sees Colt landing none-too-gently back in the ringside area!*
Jesse King: This is terrible! The world champion doesn't deserve to suffer like this! Tim Hoss: After what he did to Seth and his wife, I'm amazed that you can say that.
*Seth climbs over the barricade and pulls Colt, shoving him back in the ring. Seth goes for the pin*
One!
Two!
Colt gets a shoulder up just before three!
Tim Hoss: My God, Colt still able to get a shoulder up after all of that! Jesse King: Yes! That's why he's the champion, folks!
*Seth angrily delivers a vicious kick to Colt's stomach, and sets him up for the Tale's End...Colt backdrops Seth!*
Jesse King: Hahaha! Tim Hoss: Narrow escape for Colt, but it remains to be seen whether he can start taking it to Drakin now, or tag in Whitey or Jackson.
*Seth gets back up before the ten count expires and goes for some more offense on Colt--who catches him with a jawbreaker!*
Jesse King: Jawbreaker! You know what this means! Tim Hoss: Yes, Colt's had a lot of luck with this series of moves over his career in the WWCF.
*Colt holds his head in pain as Seth staggers away, still feeling the effects of Seth's assault on the outside, but then whips Seth into the ropes and hits him with the Million Dollar Knee Lift! Colt doubles over for a second from the exertion, then comes off the ropes and brings down a rising Seth Drakin with a running neckbreaker! Colt climbs to the top rope, and stops to rest for a moment before gritting his teeth and leaping off to hit Seth with a flying forearm!*
Tim Hoss: Unless Seth can do something right now, Colt's going to administer the coup-de-grace! Jesse King: Silly Hoss, that's Sparks's move.
*Colt locks on the Final Thought! Drakin struggles with all his might to escape, and manages to get a foot on the bottom rope! As luck would have it, his foot is also close enough to Jackson for Jackson to tag it and enter the match!*
Jesse King: What the hell?! Who tags a FOOT?! Tim Hoss: "Damn Right" Jackson, that's who!
*Colt releases Seth, who slumps to the mat, and starts trading punches with Jackson! But the rested Jackson wins the exchange against the battered and tired Colt, and soon has him seeing stars! Jackson hits Colt with a sidewalk slam/backbreaker, and then whips him into the ropes, catching him with a big spear as he bounces off!*
Jesse King: Don't let this jackass beat you, Colt! Tim Hoss: It wouldn't be the first time, King. Jesse King: RUB IT IN, WHY DON'T YOU?!
*Jackson picks Colt up and locks on the Anxiety Adjustment! Colt is able to reach out and grab the top rope, though, and Johnson starts a five count. Jackson, annoyed, releases the hold...by hitting the High Attitude and dropping Colt to the mat!*
Jesse King: Ah! I can't look! Tim Hoss: Jackson with a High Attitude! He just needs to cover Colt and he'll have this match won!
*Just as Jackson goes for the cover, he feels a hand slap him: Whitey Fats' hand! Whitey plants the surprised Jackson with a Double A Spinebuster, and then picks Colt up--Southern Discomfort! Whitey covers*
One!
Two!
Three!
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner, Whitey Fats!
Tim Hoss: Whitey Fats just stole a victory from DR Jackson, and pinned the world champion!
*After Whitey gets his hand raised, he runs as Jackson chases him for stealing his victory. Seth slams his hand on the floor as he goes to the outside.*
Jessie: Once again……….Seth fails to get a win
Gorilla: I hope he doesn’t hear that
Jessie: The hell do I care, he can’t fire me anymore
*Seth passes by the announce table as Jessie begins to speak.*
HEY SETH…..Maybe you should go back home before you shame your mute wife anym….
*Seth decks Jessie with a right hand. Seth looks at Jessie and looks in the ring where Colt is just awakening as he grabs the heel commentator. He slams him shoulder first into the outside steel post before throwing him into the ring. Seth grabs a steel chair from under the ring and enters the ring with the chair. Seth has a snarl on his face as he drops the chair. He then places Jessie’s head on the chair and delivers a vicious Curb Stomp.
After doing so, Seth goes to the corner and covers his head in anger at what he just did. He doesn’t look at Jessie, who is face down on the chair and blood is coming out. But he does see Colt awake in the corner to his right and shocked by what he just saw. Seth inches towards Colt and gets directly into his face and points towards Jessie.*
Seth: That Is The Fate Of All Members Of The Pantheon
*Seth leaves the ring afterwards and leaves through the crowd as security, EMTs, and the Pantheon themselves come out from the back. Security huddles to make sure Seth doesn’t come back as the EMTs have a stretcher with them. The Pantheon goes and checks on Colt as the EMTs are huddled near Jessie. After a brief asking is Jessie is okay, which no response is given……they take Jessie very carefully and put him on a stretcher. We see them take Jessie out as the Pantheon looks bewildered by what just happened.*
Credits: Gus Richlen, Evil M, Caleb Fourchon, BRB, Whitey Fats, Brony Alexander, Mr. Socko's Brother, Jonathan Michaels.
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Johnny B. Decent
Patti Mayonnaise
Had one once
Everybody's Favorite Arizonian.
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Jun 21, 2011 1:09:14 GMT -5
Jessie needs a Neckbrace that he will wear even two years after this for that to work.
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
Metal Maestro: Co-winner of the FAN Idol Throwdown!
Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Jun 21, 2011 1:19:44 GMT -5
You know what needs to happen next week, Socko? THE RICHLEN SHOW!!!!
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 1:21:27 GMT -5
So here's a tentative card for next week. Thanks to being abnormally on schedule (is that a sign of the Apocalypse? Could that Camping guy have just been slightly off concerning the date? ), we've got plenty of time to discuss whether any changes should be made to this one... Jonathan Michaels & BRB vs. "Damn Right" Jackson & Ryan Bergman
Evil M & Vincent Van Agony vs. The General Of The Monkey Army & Brony Alexander
Seth Drakin vs. Ryan Blood
The Punisher vs. The Great Warrior
Johnny Stone vs. Jay CarrollThe biggest question I have is where you'd recommend putting Drakin vs. Blood on the card. Because on the one hand it's a steel cage grudge match, but on the other hand one of the tag matches has Jackson, Jono, Bergman and BRB in it, all of whom I think are bigger names than Ryan Blood. You know what needs to happen next week, Socko? THE RICHLEN SHOW!!!! Hmm, okay. How about we have that right before the cage match?
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Patti Mayonnaise
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Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Jun 21, 2011 1:25:09 GMT -5
So here's a tentative card for next week. Thanks to being abnormally on schedule (is that a sign of the Apocalypse? Could that Camping guy have just been slightly off concerning the date? ), we've got plenty of time to discuss whether any changes should be made to this one... Jonathan Michaels & BRB vs. "Damn Right" Jackson & Ryan Bergman
Evil M & Vincent Van Agony vs. The General Of The Monkey Army & Brony Alexander
Seth Drakin vs. Ryan Blood
The Punisher vs. The Great Warrior
Johnny Stone vs. Jay CarrollThe biggest question I have is where you'd recommend putting Drakin vs. Blood on the card. Because on the one hand it's a steel cage grudge match, but on the other hand one of the tag matches has Jackson, Jono, Bergman and BRB in it, all of whom I think are bigger names than Ryan Blood. You know what needs to happen next week, Socko? THE RICHLEN SHOW!!!! Hmm, okay. How about we have that right before the cage match? Good idea. Depending on how some promos go starting in a few hours, I may end up with something else as well.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 2:18:33 GMT -5
Oh by the way, just to clarify what we can and can't do in a Rules Of Honor match, here's both our movesets, with the moves that would get us DQ'd in red.
First, Richlen:
Carnosel (360 spinebuster), chokeslam, Rickyplex (reverse half nelson suplex slam), Schwinn Smash (bicicle kick to kneeling opponent), Montanasault (moonsault), spear, triple german suplex, reverse STO, Richlenziguri (enziguri/spinning heel kick combo), Orton-style backbreaker, Swerving Elbow (set up for fist drop, then spin into falling elbow), tornado DDT, samoan drop, leapfrog into curb stomp, Buff Blockbuster, running powerslam, headscissors takedown, snap suplex, Dark Lasso (jumping corner leg lariat), flapjack, kicks to midsection, forearm shots, kinfe-edge chops, various rapid punches
Finishing Moves: (up to two) Final Judgement (like the Angle Slam, but into a belly to back piledriver like Finlay's Celtic Cross) and Lights Out TKO
Submission Finisher: Nightmare Express (modified crossarm half-nelson rear naked choke)
As for Blood:
Swinging neckbreaker Release German suplex into the turnbuckles (setup move for either finisher) Dropkick Missile Dropkick Snapmare takeover Roundhouse kick (often to the back of the head immediately following a snapmare) Superkick Enzuigiri Top rope elbow drop Arabian press Ura-nage Stinger splash Rolling elbow Discus clothesline Bulldog Jawbreaker Shoulders to an opponent's gut while he's in the corner Hip toss Suicide dive Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker
Finishing Moves(you can do up to 2):
A.D.H. ("Assisted Diving Headbutt". An elevated DDT delivered to an opponent sat on the top turnbuckle, bringing him down to the mat headfirst. Executed against people light enough for him to lift to the top turnbuckle or who have climbed up there only to get knocked silly before they can jump off)
Krayt Dragon (An inverted facelock neckbreaker before applying a dragon sleeper and sinking to one knee. Used against anybody too heavy for him to lift to the top turnbuckle, or just whenever the opportunity presents itself)
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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 Jun 21, 2011 3:10:42 GMT -5
I don't get no credit?
*sniff*
So, how about that Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels?
Also, is the tag match for the title?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 3:20:13 GMT -5
I don't get no credit? *sniff* So, how about that Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels? Also, is the tag match for the title? Oh sorry Jono; I'll fix that right now. And your match against Jackson and Bergman isn't for the titles; M and ViVA are the number one contenders for those (see the promo thread).
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Post by hossfan on Jun 21, 2011 8:00:29 GMT -5
Nice show, everyone.
I like the idea of JoNo adopting Evil M's old gimmick to get in his head.
And welcome aboard, Punisher.
Edit: is next week the last show before Wheel of Misfortune?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 9:08:45 GMT -5
Yeah, next week's the go-home show. I guess I ought to post the confirmed matches for Wheel Of Misfortune as well, which are:
Colt vs. "Damn Right" Jackson vs. Whitey Fats WWCF World Heavyweight Championship
Ryan Bergman vs. Caleb Fourchon Inter-Forum Championship
Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels & Boiler Room Brawler vs. Evil M & Vincent Van Agony WWCF Tag Team Championships
"The Xtreme Machine" Gus Richlen vs. Ryan Blood Rules Of Honor match for the Championship of Honor
The General Of The Monkey Army vs. Johnny Stone Hardcore Championship
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Jazzman
King Koopa
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Post by Jazzman on Jun 21, 2011 9:20:15 GMT -5
Good show everyone, and Blood for your question, cage match should main. Doesn't matter the names, a cage match should main event. If this were like Raw, our tag would be the 10:00 main event and you would close the show.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 9:44:12 GMT -5
Thanks Bergman. Oh yeah, I almost forgot one match: B.A. vs. The Wind-Up Monkey. EDIT: Also, for next week's show I think I'll put CageKing in the match against Punisher and Warrior. That way if I can't get him on the PPV (which I probably won't be able to, since we've struggled to get six matches written in the past) he'll avoid being out of action for two weeks straight, and if he doesn't win then he won't have to take the pin; that's what Warrior's for.
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Post by hossfan on Jun 21, 2011 10:01:05 GMT -5
From the way things were in the promo thread, I thought we'd see Seth vs Cageking at the PPV.
Also, how are the match stipulations going to be decided at Wheel of Misfortune?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 21, 2011 10:04:10 GMT -5
I didn't know that there were stips, although I figured that there was probably something to the name. Should've asked before now, I guess. How has this PPV worked in the past?
(Fortunately, I DO know how the Lethal Lottery and BattleBowl work, so I'll be prepared for that at least.)
EDIT: As for Seth vs. CageKing, I don't know. If either one of them can write it, or if one of the regular match-writers wants to pull double duty, then it shouldn't be a problem. But now that we're back on schedule I don't want to give us too much work and risk sliding back to the second half of the week.
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