Monday NiteRaw, 7/25, 2011
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Welcome to Monday NiteRaw, everybody! We've got one hell of a show for you tonight, with the #1 contender for the world title, Sparks, taking on Vincent Van Agony in our main event!
Jesse King: That's right Gorilla, and while our upcoming pay-per-view is "Botch At The Beach", we'll also be determining which of four men will become the next challenger! A four man tournament begins tonight with Evil M taking on Whitey Fats.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I understand that Evil M also has an announcement of some sort later on tonight. It's anybody's guess what that could be. In addition to those two matches, we also have the tag team champions, the Steampunks, taking on Seth Drakin and Gus Richlen. Seth is scheduled to face LodiRulz at Botch At The Beach, with the winner of that facing the winner of Evil M vs. Whitey. Meanwhile, Richlen will be heading into the pay-per-view looking to recapture the Championship Of Honor that Ryan Blood won from him three weeks ago.
Jesse King: And we have a treat tonight; we're joined on commentary by the #1 contender for the Hardcore Title, Johnny Stone!
Johnny Stone: Yeah, for one night only, I am here to call this stuff right down the middle. The bookermen don't have anything for me tonight, so I have found a cheap paycheck. Now, let's get on with it.
The lights in the Parts Unknown Arena go out, the crowd falling silent.
TH: Uh oh, what's this?
JK: Did somebody forget to pay the power bill?
The sound of a dragon roaring echoes through the speakers, followed by Connor Mackenzie's entrance music.
JK: What?! He doesn't have a match tonight, and did anybody say he could come out here?
TH: Given Ryan Blood's announcement last week I can't say I'm surprised at this young man for wanting to make an appearance and no doubt say a few words.
JK: Guys like Whitey Fats and Colt and Ryan Blood deserve to come out here unannounced. Who does this guy think he is?
The crowd sparks to life again as the lights come on at the song hits "Let's do this!" but Connor is not on the ramp. The crowd seems surprised as the cheer starts to die down as the music starts to play only to begin again in a certain section of seats. A camera moves and the Craptron comes to life showing Connor Mackenzie moving through the crowd on his way to ringside.
TH: I would gather he seems to be indicating he's a man of the people, King. That and if memory serves, one half of the newly appointed number one contenders for the WWCF tag team championship.
JK: These people have no taste. Just ask Ryan Blood, he'd set the record straight. And given who his partner is I doubt that the two of them will be number one contenders for long.
Making a leap over the barricade, Connor slaps the hands of several fans as he makes his way to the timekeeper's table, hand extended as a mic is offered to him. Climbing the ring stairs he takes a moment to climb the turnbuckle and raise an arm to the crowd in his customary fashion before descending and moving to the center of the ring.
Connor is dressed in a white hoodie, a red stencil of a dragon winding it's way across his chest is visible and on the back the words "Let's do this!" along with his customary worn jeans and hood up. His free hand moves the hood back to reveal he is wearing a pair of sunglasses.
He holds the mic up to his lips, pausing as he looks around the arena. The crowd having started to quiet down begin to cheer again only to quiet as he smiles and brings the mic back to his mouth to speak.
CM: I hope no one minds but I wanted to just take this oppurtunity to address the WWCF Galaxy properly since they've welcomed me here...
Pausing he nods taking a few steps around the ring soaking things in before continuing.
CM: And to address a few things that have come up. First off, I'd like to thank Julia Aos for a heck of a match. She's a fine competitor and I look forward to out next encounter. Second and I know this may throw a lot of you for a loop when I say this but, I want to thank Ryan Blood.
The crowd starts a chorus of boos as the mention of Blood's name. Connor can't help but seem to try and hold back a big grin as he holds his arms out for a second then return to talking.
CM: I know, you are probably all thinking how can I be thanking that guy. You see, I am a lot of things, but ungrateful is not one of them for oppurtunities that are presented to me and this is certainly that. I've been given an oppurtunity to perform for all of you, every week and Ryan Blood has now given me an oppurtunity to show all of you here and watching at home what I can do.
The crowd still seems a little hesitant as Connor looks about.
CM: Because now, I get to show all of you what I can do and I get to do it on one of the biggest nights WWCF has. Come Botch at the Beach I will compete for the WWCF tag team championship against The Steampunks! So I will thank him for that because now I get to show all of you what I am about, what I came here to do and that is to innovate, to invigorate and to show all of you one hell of a good time!
The crowd cheers as Connor's face shows a look of excitement.
CM: Come Sunday at Botch of the Beach I won't hold back, I won't back down and I won't lay down for them because I want this. I've yearned for this and deep down to my core I am waiting for this. The Steampunks are good, they are the champs after all but let me say this, on Sunday they are in for one of, if not the most, intense battle they have ever had as a tag team. I guarantee that. But, in order for that to happen we need to address the third thing. And that is...The Punisher.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the mention of Connor's partner. Connor pauses, nodding lightly as he moves to the ropes, leaning on them.
CM: I hear what you are saying, I understand, but this isn't something I had a choice in. But when I look at it I still see this as a great oppurtunity. The Punisher is quite possibly one of the strongest, most durable and most focused competitors in the WWCF and if the two of us can both give it our all I have no doubt that all of you will see what I mean. The Punisher is on a mission, a mission that is driving him, that is feeding him and I intend to get him to see that his mission needs me. He is a man of strict discipline, a man of the military, a man that has served this country in time of war just as so many others do at this very moment around the world. And come this Sunday, he and I want to bring our War to the Steampunks. So Punisher, if you can hear me, you have your match tonight but don't you dare forget this face because you and I are a unit now, a pair, a force to be reckoned with and come this Sunday The Steampunks, Ryan Blood, everyone in the WWCF and the WWCF Galaxy are going to see that. So Punisher I just have one last thing to say. Let's do this.
With that Connor brings his hand down, his music queueing up as he moves to a corner to point to the crowd.
TH: Passionate words from one half of the number one contenders for the WWCF tag team championship. He's got his sights set and no doubt he has one goal in mind, King.
JK: I don't know if he's just dumb or as crazy as The Punisher but I guess this Sunday we're going to see whether his words ring any truth of just add up to a lot of hot air.
TH: That we will King, that we will. And now it's time for our opening match, featuring none other than that very Punisher. Get ready everyone, because this is not going to be pretty.
JK: For once I agree with you Hoss. These two have been fighting a war of words for a few weeks now, but finally tonight, that war gets physical, you got two guys who could punch through brick walls and then have a fight with each other. We are going to have a war tonight.
This is what all out ugly, ugly fans want to see. They want blood, and I have to admit, so do I.
MM: The following contest is a Street Fight. Under these rules, there are no count outs, no disqualifications and the match can only be decided by pinfall or submission.
*Warriors Code by Dropkick Murphy kicks in as Finn McHaggis appears at the top of the ramp. His pyro bathes the entire arena in green as he strides down to the ring with a confident look on his face.*
MM: From the Bronx New York, weighing 245 pounds: Finn McHaggis!
*Finn enters the ring and takes of his shirt and jacket, bouncing on the balls of his feet and shadow boxing as he waits for his opponent.*
MM: And his opponent..
*Groove Addicts the Gateway plays, with fireballs erupting from the stage as Frank Castle appears*
MM: From New York, New York, weighing 265 pounds: The Punisher!
Castle slowly makes his way to the ring, never taking his eyes off Finn. He steps into the ring and puts his bag down in the corner, but before he can remove his trench coat, Finn attacks. He clubs Castle repeatedly in the back of the head with hard punches. He pulls Castle’s trench coat down around his arms, pinning them back and then forcing him against the ropes.
JK: This is what I like about McHaggis. He doesn’t give you time to think, he just takes advantage of what he can find, and if you can’t keep up, then hard luck.
TH: I find it despicable.
You would, ya pansy.
JK: You would, you gotta live a little, ease back. That Punisher is wound up pretty tight and its not doing him much good tonight is it?
In the ring, if you expect one thing, and get another, sometimes you completly screw up.
Finn carries on clubbing Castle in the face with right hands, and a hard one pitches him over the top rope. Finn takes it to the outside, kicking Castle twice in the gut, and ramming his head against the ring post. Castle finally gets his coat off, but Finn doesn’t relent. He slams Castle’s head against the ring apron, and jams his elbow into Castle’s eye. Finn grabs Castle’s head and plants him with a DDT on the concrete floor. Finn goes under the ring, bringing back out a steel chair.
TH: Uh oh, I think things are about to get a little nasty for The Punisher.
JK: I love this guy, go on, bash his head in!
It's legal. Not that would stop me normally, though.
Castle struggles to his feet, as Finn waits for him to stand. Finn goes for a chair shot, but Castle moves, sweeping Finn’s leg and making him fall face first onto the chair. Finn grabs his nose which has been busted open. Castle lays into Finn with kicks to the stomach and stomps to the back. He picks up Finn and hits him with a hard uppercut, then hurls him headfirst into the guardrails. He throws Finn back into the ring and follows him, he walks to the corner and picks up his bag.
TH: No one’s seen what’s in that bag - I think Finn is about to become acquainted with it though.
JK: If he gets a bazooka out of there I’m changing my prediction.
The Punisher is well-known for his array of weapons gathered from all across the globe. Anything could be in that bag.
Unzipping the bag, he brings out a heavy duty chain. Castle uses the chain to whip Finn across the back, who howls in pain. Finn gets to his feet and Castle wraps the chain around his neck, choking him. Finn though toughs it out, and elbows Castle in the gut. Castle drops the chain and Finn picks it up. He wraps it around his fist and belts Castle hard in the mouth, sending a couple of teeth and a mouthful of blood flying. A hard backhand stuns his opponent, and he then hits him with a belly to back suplex. Finn makes the first cover of the match.
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Castle barely gets a shoulder up.
TH: That was close, too close.
JK: I think Finn’s got his number, Castle is looking beaten.
If anything for this newbie, Castles are known for their durability
TH: It’s not over yet.
JK: Well if he’d bought that bazooka maybe it would’ve been!
If only we all could have that...
Finn goes out of the ring and reclaims the steel chair. He introduces it into the ring and hits Castle across the back as he gets to his feet. Castle goes down to his knees as Finn aims for his head, but misses again as Castle sees it coming and rolls out of the ring. Finn walks to the ropes and Castle grabs his ankle, pulling him to the outside. Castle punches Finn in the gut, and hits a DDT of his own on the outside. Castle now goes under the ring, and produces a trash can.
JK: Oh The Punisher is a garbage man, what a fitting profession for a loser like him!
Well, it equates to his skills as a wrestler.
Finn gets to his feet and gets the trash can lid to the head. Castle uses the edge of the lid to hit Finn twice in the gut, and then bashes him over the head again. Turning the can upside down, he wedges it over Finns head. He then picks up the chair and hammers it on each side, staggering Finn, then hit’s the top of the trash can, and Finn falls to his knees. Castle pulls the trash can off him and rolls him into the ring, going for a cover of his own.
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Finn gets his shoulder up, and thumbs Castle in the eye as he breaks the cover.
TH: That was brutal, that would be a disqualification under normal circumstances.
JK: This is a street fight Hoss, what do you want them to do? Use harsh language?
Or rude gestures. Of course, if some Ref DQ'd me for that, I'd rip him apart.
Finn catches him with another elbow to the side of the head and forces him into the corner. He starts pummelling him in the corner until Castle slumps down to the mat. Finn then retrieves the trash can from the outside and props it in front of Castle’s face while he’s slumped against the bottom turnbuckle. Finn begins mudhole stomping on top of the dented trash can, then takes a run up and punts it right into Castle’s face. He then places the can in the centre of the ring, and hoists Castle onto the top turnbuckle. Finn superplexes Castle onto the trash can, flattening it. He goes for the cover.
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Castle manages to kick out, and tries to start shaking off the cobwebs, but Finn is relentless, stomping down on Castle.
JK: I think The Punisher is going to be the one getting punished tonight Hoss, that old man is being taken down by a better, younger model…
Castle fashions himself as a killer, but Time is the most lethal assassin there is.
Finn picks Castle up for a running power slam, but instead ties him upside down. Finn plays to the crowd, and taunts him with shouts of “I know,” and then backs up to the opposite corner. He doesn’t notice Castle reaching into the bag that is now within arms length. Finn sprints toward the corner again for another punt, but Castle punches him hard in the knee with a knuckleduster he grabbed from the bag.
TH: Well the better, younger model just got a busted tyre!
I'd expect Castle knows full well the in's and outs of how to use some knucks in a fight.
Finn goes down holding his knee, as Castle extricates himself from the corner. Looking at Finn with disdain, he hits him twice in the ribs and stomps on the knee again. He boots Finn in the mouth, splitting his lip. Finn is still moving, so Castle grabs the steel chair and places it in the middle of the ring, he then puts the flattened trash can and it’s lid on top of it. He picks Finn up and hoists him high for the Capital Punishment suplex, dropping Finn’s head on top of the wreckage.
TH: Good God Almighty, did you hear Finn’s head smash against that metal?!
JK: Worse than a bazooka!
You seem to be overly fasicnated about that item.
Castle covers.
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TH: That was a brutal, brutal match, I doubt either man will be the same after this. Both are gonna need some medical attention.
JK: Does that include psychiatric help, the loon with the skull could use that…
Wish it went longer. I couldn't care who won, I just wanted to see them hurt eachother more.
Castle gets up on all fours, struggling to get to his feet, as his music suddenly stops. On the CrapTron, a woman appears.
TH: Wait a minute, what’s this?
JK: I have no idea but that woman is mighty fine Hoss.
Indeed.
Castle stares wide eyed in disbelief, and manages to get to his feet. He gapes at the woman’s image as she begins to speak.
“Frank, this is Kate. I wanted you to hear this message because I’ve just seen what you’ve done to that man. Don’t try looking for me in the arena. I’m miles away, safe from you. I know you’ve spent the last 18 years looking for me and the children, and that is something I’d expect a loving husband to do, but the truth is Frank, you never stopped to think that we might not want to be found.”
TH: Oh my God that‘s The Punisher’s wife!
Lucky bastard.
*Castle continues to stare, open mouthed, in disbelief*
“You see Frank, before you went away to the Gulf, I knew you loved me, but I never loved you. You were a protector Frank. I’d been hurt plenty of times, and marrying you was the best way to ensure I never got hurt again. The problem was Frank, while I wasn’t getting hurt, plenty of other people were. You were jealous of every man who ever looked at me, jealous of every man I ever spoke to, and you hurt them. You punched them, kicked them intimidated them, all because of me, and I never wanted that on my conscience. I married you because everyone told me I’d never find anyone who loved me as much as you would, but I never felt the same way Frank. The truth is, I was scared of you.”
*Castle is now completely focussed on the CrapTron*
“When you went away, I saw my chance. I took the boys and left. You were suffocating us. I didn’t say anything because I never knew what to say. I just wanted to get away. I left the day after you shipped out to Iraq. Yes, I took all the money, because I had two children to look after and nowhere to go. You were about to spend the next year doing exactly what you enjoyed: hurting people. You didn’t need us. You didn’t need me anymore. So I left you Frank. I hoped you’d understand, but you obviously didn’t. You started hurting people even more, but I couldn’t get you to stop because you’d only find out where we were, and I couldn’t allow that. Then someone came to me, and said that he could take care of you Frank. So I took him up on his offer, and over time, he’s been a better man than you could ever be. He’s the man standing right behind you.”
TH: Look out!
*Castle turns, and Finn, back on his feet but hobbling, cracks Castle over the head with the steel chair, knocking him onto his back. He picks up the knuckleduster and starts laying into Castle’s face, laughing while he does so. Castle makes no attempt to fight back as Finn rolls him over onto his stomach, and grabs the chain. He wraps it around Castle’s neck and uses it to wrest his head back so he can see the last part of the message*
“I’m not sorry Frank. Deep down you knew I never loved you, but you’ve wasted 18 years looking for us, when you could have done something more constructive with your life, like ending it. Leave us alone Frank, we don’t want you anymore.”
TH: This is sick, this is depraved, someone stop this man before it gets out of hand!
JK: You don’t find this funny Hoss? Even when Finn loses, he wins. He might have lost this, but he‘s just completely undermined The Punisher’s life.
Well, p**** has a tendacy to do that to a guy.
*Castle’s eyes go red as if he wants to cry, but pretty soon the pupils start to roll into the back of his head as Finn’s choke gets tighter. Castle looks out, when suddenly…*
*War by Sick Puppies echoes throughout the arena*
*Connor McKenzie sprints out down the aisle, sliding into the ring as Finn releases the choke. Connor tries to bring Castle round and shouts for EMTs as Finn makes his way back up the aisle grinning. He turns to the CrapTron, where the freeze-frame of Castle’s wife Kate is still on the screen. Finn does a theatrical bow to the screen and continues his exit. EMTs arrive but Castle shrugs them away as he struggles to get to his feet. He can’t do it, so Connor helps him up. He grudgingly accepts his help, and the two start to make their way to the backstage area as a bloodied and bruised Castle stares at the image on the CrapTron.*
TH: Ladies and gentlemen, we are all stunned by what we have just seen.
JK: Stunned? I think we’ve just seen a man psychologically damaged for life.
I think he already was.
TH: Yes, he probably was, and now it's probably even worse. I don’t think this is over at all. Only now The Punisher has had his family thrown into the mix, and he can’t rely on anyone anymore.
JK: Except Connor McKenzie, what’s that kid doing shoving his nose into this?
He has no allies in his upcoming wars with Whitey, and he may be using this as a way to find one.
TH: Well they are the number one contenders for the tag team titles now, I suppose he thinks he’s got to stand by his partner, plus, if he gets Castle focussed, McKenzie has got a weapon of mass destruction on his hands.
JK: Especially if he brings that bazooka…
Enough about the f***ing Bazooka!
*Cut to the General of the Monkey Army and the Wind Up Monkey*
Hi their folks and once again welcome to "The General Store."
Wind up monkey: What do we have today General?
We have a book...written by me!
Wind up monkey: Amazing! I didn't know you can write?
Oh you little bad monkey. The book is called "Monkey's in the Mist." This book covers my life from when I was born, my time during the war, my very odd love life, and my career in the WWCF. Available on WWCF.com and book stores near you.
*Back to ringside*
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit, and it is a four corners match!
*The lights go out, and "Bodies" hits*
Michael Muffer: Introducing first! Hailing from Brooklyn, NY, and weighing in at 130 lbs...accompanied by Simon Wolfe...JULIA "THE ASSASSIN" AOS!
Hoss: Julia Aos is 0-1 so far in WWCF competition, and she'll be looking to even her record tonight.
Stone: I doubt it. She's way too light, pretty much anyone can throw her around.
*The lights come back up as Julia walks to the ring, accompanied by her manager Simon Wolfe. She enters, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for her opponents*
King: Yeah, well she's gonna have a hard time against these three. Two of them are champions here, and the third has held every title in this federation except for the tag team and hardcore titles!
*"99 Problems"*
Michael Muffer: Her first opponent! Hailing from Fulton, NY, and weighing in at 219 lbs...he is the #1 contender for the WWCF Inter-Forum Championship...RYAN BERGMAN!
*Bergman appears at the top of the ramp with his hood up, to a universally positive and loud crowd reaction. After approximately 20 seconds he throws it off and slowly walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans along the way. He slides under the bottom rope and poses for the WWCF Galaxy*
Hoss: Speak of the devil, and there he is. Bergman will look to regain the Inter-Forum title he lost to Caleb Fourchon a week from now, in a Falls Count Anywhere match.
Stone: I never thought I would side with that mumbling, swamp-born abomination, but squaky-clean Bergman has found a way for me to do so.
*The lights go out again, and "Virus" hits*
Michael Muffer: Their opponent! Hailing from Baltimore, MD, and weighing in at 208 lbs...he is the reigning WWCF Champion Of Honor as well as the WWCF Commissioner...RYAN BLOOD!
*The crowd boos as the top of the ramp is lit up by jets of blue flame, revealing Ryan Blood standing at the top. As the flames die down, the areana is illuminated in blue lighting. Blood raises his head and walks down to the ring, entering it and handing his jacket and title belt to "Spud" Verne Johnson*
Stone: Might as well call the match right here, ain't no one here that can beat that man.
King: So we've got Ryan Bergman vs. Ryan Blood. If only Ryan Starshine were still a part of the WWCF, he could be in this match too! Then we'd know once and for all who the greatest of the Ryans was!
Hoss: That's silly. In any event, whereas Bergman is challenging for a title when Botch At The Beach arrives, Blood will be defending against "The Xtreme Machine" Gus Richlen.
King: Why do you have to sully this match before it even begins by saying that name?
Stone: That'll be an easy win for Blood, no doubt about it.
*"King Kong 2004"*
Michael Muffer: Their opponent! Hailing from Lansing, MI, and weighing in at 225 lbs...he is the reigning WWCF Hardcore Champion...THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY!
*The General walks out to a pop and heads down to the ring, carrying a stack of DVDs which he hands to lucky members of the crowd*
Hoss: Earlier, the General instructed me to tell viewers that those are copies of "Generally Insane: The Best of the General of the Monkey Army" he's handing out right now, and that for the next 24 hours, they're half price at WWCF.com! Act quickly before the price goes back up!
King: Ugh, not you too Gorilla. I guess that primates stick together. Stone, this is the guy you're facing in a rematch from Wheel Of Misfortune to see if you can take that Hardcore Title of his. Anything you want to say about him before the match starts?
Stone: For a freak like him to be so clever to pay off a ref to fake I submitted, I have to say I didn't see that coming. So instead, I'll just rip him limb-by-limb to avoid that again.
*The General climbs through the ropes once all of the DVDs are gone. It's determined that Aos and the General will start things off, and Johnson calls for the bell*
The General Of The Monkey Army vs. Bergman vs. Ryan Blood vs. Julia Aos
Four Corners Match
*The General looks to lock up with Aos, but she ducks and takes the General off his feet with a sweeping kick, though, and locks a cross armbreaker on the General! But the General is able to escape the hold and apply a submission hold of his own, in this case an armbar!*
King: Hold number seven hundred and twelve: ARMBAR!
Stone: Kids, if you ever learn something from this, let it be that Memes aren't cool.
*Aos is able to get the rope break pretty quickly. Both competitors up now, with Aos hitting the General with a knee strike to the face! As the General staggers away, Aos goes for a roaring elbow, but the General ducks and catches Aos with a belly-to-back suplex!*
Hoss: The Hardcore Champion, the General Of The Monkey Army, showing the newcomer Julia Aos that he is not to be taken lightly!
Stone: Well, he is, which isn't saying much for the newbie.
*The General runs the ropes to capitalize, but his clothesline attempt is ducked and he's hit with a running side kick that sends him stumbling into Blood's corner! Blood tags him and enters the ring*
Hoss: Ryan Blood's the legal man now, although I'm sure that the General would have preferred to continue.
King: He's being smart here, Gorilla, seizing the opportunity to tag in against a worn-down opponent.
Hoss: It's true that she's taken a suplex and spent some time in that armbar, but she doesn't look worn down to me, Jess.
Stone: Well, you are pretty ignorant, to be fair.
*Blood and Aos size one another up, with Blood going for a roundhouse to Aos' side, but Julia catches the leg! Enzuigiri from Blood brings Aos down! Cover*
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Two!
Kickout!
Hoss: Blood one step ahead of Aos there; it looked like the first kick was just a feint to set up the enzuigiri.
King: That's the thing about Ryan Blood that Gus Richlen's overlooked; he thinks that by taking away one type of kick, he's made Blood a lot easier to beat. Well, Blood just showed us two types of kicks he'll be able to legally use against Richlen in their upcoming match for the Championship Of Honor.
Stone: Blood could beat that wuss with a wrist lock. Next PPV's going to be a non-bloody slaughter.
*Blood shoots Aos into the ropes and executes a hip toss! Blood climbs to the top rope and leaps off to drop an elbow on the prone Aos--she rolls out of the way! Blood's face contorts in pain as he cradles his damaged arm*
Hoss: He got too cocky there, and it might cost him! I know for a fact that Julia likes to target her opponents' arms!
Stone: Eh, tis but a flesh wound.
*Aos nails Blood with a buzzsaw kick that has him facedown on the mat a second later. Cover by Aos*
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Two!
Kickout!
King: Ow! For a woman, she can kick really damn hard!
Hoss: For a horse, she can kick really hard!
Stone: You can tell she is just by looking at her face.
King: Damn, you beat me to it.
*Aos goes after Blood's arm, hitting it with repeated elbow strikes that have Blood howling in pain! She locks on a Fujiwara armbar!*
King: This isn't looking good for Blood now!
Stone: Bah, that's raucious laughter at her insuffient skills.
*Blood drags himself to the ropes and gets the break, inadvertently bringing both himself and Julia within range of a tag from a fresh Ryan Bergman! Bergman tags Julia and climbs to the top rope, as an annoyed Aos reluctantly complies with Johnson's demand to return to her corner. Blood is barely up again before he's hit with a cross body from Bergman, who goes for the pin*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
King: Blood's gotta either find some way to neutralize Bergman quickly or tag out!
Hoss: That he does, Jess, although I'm hoping he doesn't.
Stone: Because you side with losers.
*Bergman whips Blood into the ropes and takes him down with an arm drag on the way back, maintaining his grip on the arm and wrenching! Blood fights through the pain and fights to his feet, pushing Bergman into the ropes and shooting him across the ring! Blood leapfrogs over Bergman, and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker as he bounces off the ramp-side set of ropes! Cover by Blood*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Hoss: Swinging neckbreaker puts a stop to Bergman's offense, but only gets two.
Stone: Actually, it was three, but the Ref is too dumb to remember to call for the bell.
*Blood goes to tag in the General, who accepts it since it gives him a chance at a win. The General flies into the ring with a thunderous diving headbutt! Cover*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Hoss: Bah gawd, he might've broken Bergman's sternum with that diving headbutt!
Stone: Let's hope so.
*The General follows up with a snap suplex and goes to lock on the Monkey Wrench, but Bergman still has enough strength to resist being turned over onto his stomach and kick the General into the ropes! The General is off-balance for a moment, and Bergman springs up to deliver a spinning heel kick that takes the General over the top rope before collapsing from the effort! With Johnson counting the General out, Blood jumps down to the floor and rolls him back into the ring near his (Blood's) corner to avoid giving Bergman the countout win. Then Blood tags the prone General and rushes back in to whip Bergman into the General's corner (which currently has no General in it to tag in) and charge in to crash into Bergman with a Stinger splash!*
King: Now that Blood's gotten a little rest, he can take it to Bergman!
Hoss: Which he is, although Bergman is not an easy man to beat.
Stone: That's debatable.
*Bergman slumps into a seated position against the buckles, and Blood pulls him up to go for the German suplex into said turnbuckles--Bergman elbows Blood in the head once, twice, three times, and as Blood relaxes his grip around Bergman's waist Bergman shoving backward with all his remaining strength, sandwiching Blood between his body and the buckles! Bergman stumbles forward and grabs the ropes for support*
Hoss: Desperation move from Bergman pays off!
King: Delays the inevitable, you mean.
Stone: Precisely.
*Bergman keeps an eye on Blood in the corner, and rushes at him to nail him with a hard leg lariat as soon as he seems almost recovered, sending him back down. But just then, the CrapTron comes to life with a shot of the arena parking lot...*
Hoss: What the...is that Caleb Fourchon?!
Stone: Well, has to be. There are few as ugly as he.
*It IS Caleb on the CrapTron, and he's mercilessly beating on the fans outside the arena! Several are lying at his feet already, some of them bleeding. Bergman's eyes go wide, and he takes off like a shot, leaving the ring and sprinting up the ramp! Johnson begins counting him out as a groggy Blood pulls himself up, belatedly realizing what's going on*
King: Bergman has just handed the victory to Ryan Blood so he can try to go help his idiot fans out! Is he nuts?!
Hoss: Winning isn't everything, King.
Stone: Yes, it is.
*Both Aos and the General look irritated, as a grin spreads across Blood's face and he obnoxiously and loudly counts along with Johnson. As soon as Johnson counts ten and calls for the bell, Blood gives a mocking bow to the crowd, who boo him*
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner as the result of a countout, RYAN BLOOD!
Hoss: Not exactly a decisive victory, but it looks like Blood will take it.
Stone: They were all spared from further pain from Blood's mastery of the mat.
King: Look at the 'Tron, guys!
*We see a camera catch up with Bergman as he runs out into the parking lot*
Alright, let's dance!
*Caleb lunges at two of Bergman's fans but Bergman comes out of nowhere with a big boot!*
{color=cccc33]You think this is funny, you think this is some sort of game?
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*Caleb scrambles back up to his feet and kicks Bergman below the belt*
Interestin... didn't think you had anythin' there*Caleb goes to lock on the Cocodrie Clutch, but Bergman gets Caleb with a shot right between the eyes before scoop slamming him on a car*
Think about it Caleb, all of this, I can do this to you next week*Bergman picks up a tire iron and looks to smash Caleb with it, but he moves*
Well then, I guess I need to make sure you don't show up in one piece*Caleb knees Bergman in the groin again before hitting him in the ribs with the tire iron*
UUUGHHSee you next week, fillette*Caleb runs off to a waiting car while Bergman's fans call for help*
Stone: Well, that was fun. NEXT!*Commercials ensue, and when they're over...*
Tim Hoss: Welcome back WWCF Galaxy! We have more action coming up in mere moments, as "The Archangel" Seth Drakin takes a break from his path of wrath to team up with the "Extreme Machine" Gus Richlen to take on the WWCF Tag Team Champions, the Steampunks!Jesse King: It's always hard to pick which side stinks more, Gorilla, but I think the men with the belts around their waists, er, or at least over their shoulders, look the worse for wear.Johnny Stone: Can't say I love the Steampunks, but just this once, I'll root for them.Tim Hoss: Well let's not waste a moment. Take it away Michael Muffer...”The Archangel” Seth Drakin and “The Extreme Machine” Gus Richlen versus The SteampunksMichael Muffer: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: the challengers...*The lights dim, as "All Over Me" by Drowning Pool begins. A scowling Seth Drakin emerges onto the stage.*
Tim Hoss: Seth Drakin. Former puppet master of the WWCF, and former CEO...Johhny Stone: Seth was a tyrant and always an asshole.*Seth walks down the ramp.*
Tim Hoss: He's still on the warpath against Colt and the rest of the Pantheon, and his partner has just as much venom.Jesse King: Seth has the kind of driven determination and ruthless aggression that I think can take the Steampunks down a notch.Johnny Stone: Bah, he only can threaten, he's too washed up.Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring, hailing from Stafford, Virginia, and weighing 265lbs, he is "The Archangel..." Seth... Drakin!Tim Hoss: Seth is also a powerhouse, which means that neither Steampunk will pose much of a problem for whipping out any power moves.Johnny Stone: And in what world is that where those toothpick arms have power?*Seth slides into the ring and stands in the center. He raises his arms, prompting a burst of pyro in all four corners.*
Jesse King: I don't like him either, Johnny, but the man is pretty strong. We're gonna see that in this match, no doubt, and it's always satisfying to watch someone slam BRB around the ring.Michael Muffer: And his partner...*"Na Na Na Na" by My Chemical Romance starts with a bang, as Gus Richlen walks down the ramp to the ring. Shaelin Marie O'Hara walks by his side as he walks to the ring.*
Tim Hoss: Gus Richlen coming out with his girlfriend and manager, Shaelin Marie O'Hara-Jesse King: Indeed! Woo!Johnny Stone: She's a skank.Tim Hoss: No she isn't. And if Richlen can score a win over the Tag Team champions, it'll send a message to the Pantheon that he and Seth are a force to be reckoned with.Johnny Stone: Yeah, at the "Worst Wrestlers In The World" contest.*Gus and Shae stop midway down the ramp to throw up their fists as the chorus starts.*
Jesse King: And Drakin's curb stomps don't do that already? It must be nice to kick former employees in the back of the head.Tim Hoss: Jesse King revealing his darker side, ladies and gentlemen...Johnny Stone: I knew he had one.Michael Muffer: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Shaelin Marie O'Hara, hailing from Peshtigo, Wisconsin and weighing 180lbs: "The Extreme Machine" Gus Richlen!Jesse King: Oh, like you've never felt like doing that to somebody? Sometimes a little bit of the ultraviolence does the therapeutic trick.Johnny Stone: Just look at what it does for me.*Gus and Shae continue down to the ring. With but a look from Seth in the ring, Gus quickly puts on his game face and slides into the ring to join his partner.*
Tim Hoss: Nonetheless, that's Seth Drakin who does the curbstomping. Gus Richlen is the more energetic of the team, but does he have the same tenacity or determination?Johnny Stone: Of course he doesn't.Michael Muffer: And their opponents...*A mishmash of "DOA" by Foo Fighters and "Rigorous Vengeance" by Municipal Waste hits the speakers. Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels and the Boiler Room Brawler walk out, their WWCF Tag Team belts over their respective shoulders.*
Jesse King: As opposed to the Steampunks? Their defensive game is "stand there and take it."Tim Hoss: They are two of the toughest wrestlers to wear those or any belts. "Standing there and taking it" seems to have worked so far.Johnny Stone: Besides me and Blood, that is.Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring at a combined weight of 570lbs, they are the reigning WWCF Tag Team Champions: Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels and the Boiler Room Brawler; The... Steam... Punks!*The Steampunks continue to the ring. Evil Masked JoNo slides into the ring while BRB takes the steps.*
Jesse King: Are you kidding, Gorilla? It'll be their undoing soon enough. You don't stand and take a submission hold. You don't stand and take blunt force trauma. You try to mitigate, if not out right avoid it.Johnny Stone: Or just punch the guy in the face.Jesse King: Exactly! A punch to the face works pretty well at stopping those things.*The Steampunks hand their belts to the time keeper. Gus Richlen steps up to be the first member of his team. JoNo respectively steps forward.*
Tim Hoss: Well if the Steampunks shouldn't stand there and take it, let's see if Gus and Seth can come over and give it to them.Johnny Stone: Maybe they'll do what they do with us, and just bitch and whine.*Referee John Creed starts the match. Gus and JoNo exchange punches.*
Tim Hoss: Here we go!*JoNo whips Gus to the corner. Gus leaps over the ropes and onto the apron, then crosses back into the ring.*
Tim Hoss: Gus Richlen having to use his agility early on...Johnny Stone: Well, he has to be good for something.*Gus approaches JoNo. Gus ducks a clothesline from JoNo, then follows up with a kick to JoNo's midsection.*
Jesse King: But JoNo stands there and takes it to the gut. Smart.Johnny Stone: He's a former stuntman. Of course he's dumb.*JoNo takes the blow, arm drags Gus to the mat, then locks in an arm bar.*
Tim Hoss: Indeed, giving him an opening.Jesse King: Hogwash.Tim Hoss: But here comes Gus's partner...Johnny Stone: Oh, joy.*Seth crosses the ropes to break the hold, to which JoNo releases Gus. Both men return to their feet.*
Jesse King: JoNo knows what's up. Not gonna stand there and take it from the Archangel, will he?Johnny Stone: Well, he's been around for a while. Some amount of IQ has to be in his head.*Gus knife-edge chops JoNo in the chest. JoNo responds with a snap suplex, then a bridge pin.*
Tim Hoss: A snap suplex pin from JoNo!Johnny Stone: On a runt like Richelen.Tim Hoss: Regardless, it's effective.*Referee Lloyd McFloyd counts one, tw-Gus kicks out.*
Jesse King: But it's not enough to take down the Extreme Machine.Johnny Stone: Usually it is. I think that was a fortunate muscle spasm.Jesse King: Hahaha, you're probably right!*Gus kips up and knocks the emerging JoNo back down to the mat with a bicycle kick to the face.*
Jesse King: And now he's "coming over and giving it" to Jonathan Michaels.*Gus jumps up for a fist drop, then twists around for an elbow drop to JoNo's chest instead.*
Tim Hoss: A swerving elbow drop to Michaels's chest.Jesse King: The Extreme Machine is in gear.Johnny Stone: That's rare.*Gus drops another swerving elbow to JoNo's chest, but this time JoNo catches him by the arm again.*
Tim Hoss: But not for long!Jesse King: But Gus is in arms reach of Seth!Johnny Stone: Oh, there goes the quality of the match.*Gus reaches out and tags in Seth; JoNo maintains the hold, unaware of the tag...*
Jesse King: And Michaels is completely unaware!*Seth climbs to the top rope, then leaps for a leg drop to JoNo's face.*
Tim Hoss: A top rope leg drop from Seth to JoNo!Johnny Stone: All that weight coming down on him could have killed him!*Gus, now free, slips under the bottom rope. Seth grabs JoNo's arm and drives his knee into it. He transitions into an armbar.*
Jesse King: And he keeps the pressure on JoNo. A weak arm is an arm that can't properly twist an ankle after all.Tim Hoss: Seth is one of the best technical wrestlers in the WWCF. That is, as mentioned before, a power house only makes it worse for his opponents.Johnny Stone: He's about as technical as using duct tape to fix something.*JoNo rests his leg onto the bottome rop, breaking the hold.*
Tim Hoss: But JoNo gets the rope break.*Seth helps JoNo return to his feet, only to scoop slam him back to the mat and follow it up with leg drop.*
Jesse King: That didn't do much for him though...Johnny Stone: He needs to get his ass in gear.*Seth covers JoNo for the pin. Referee McFloyd counts one, two, -Jono kicks out.*
Tim Hoss: A two-count for the Archangel.Jesse King: Looking for just one more second. Shouldn't take long at this pace.Johnny Stone: Evcen the toughest of guys can't last too long when Colonel Sanders throws his considerable weight around.*Seth stands JoNo up, then locks in an abdominal stretch, but JoNo catches him with a sidewalk slam reversal.*
Tim Hoss: Michaels stops Drakin with a sidewalk slam!Jesse King: Seth can probably take it.Johnny Stone: Just like how takes beatings from The Pantheon.*JoNo gets up to tag in BRB, but Seth catches him with a drop toe hold.*
Jesse King: No tag for Michaels!Tim Hoss: Drakin with a drop toe hold to Jonathan Michaels.Johnny Stone: I'm suprised a man with two left feet could manage that.*Seth quickly tries to lock in a camel clutch...*
Jesse King: He's going for the Inquisition!Tim Hoss: Can Michaels escape?Johnny Stone: Probably.*JoNo escapes, making the tag to BRB.*
Tim Hoss: Michaels makes the tag to Boiler Room Brawler!Johnny Stone: Well, he sort of did.*Seth circles BRB, looking for an opening, while BRB simply turns about, following his movements.*
Tim Hoss: Drakin keeping his distance. He's like a tiger against a bear.Jesse King: A sun bear maybe.Johnny Stone: Funny, I thought he was just a p****.*Seth lunges at BRB with a spear, but BRB holds his ground. Seth twists around BRB and backs away before BRB can land a blow.*
Tim Hoss: Seth in and out of there. One good swipe from BRB and the match could shift.Jesse King: It'll probably take more than one; Seth is a stout fellow, after all.Johnny Stone: Stout is a nice way to describe him.*Some more circling ensues before BRB issues a challenge to Seth, to which Seth attempts a single leg takedown which fails to a still grounded BRB, who raises his arm for an elbow drop...*
Tim Hoss: Here it comes!*Seth rolls out of BRB's way, then climbs onto BRB's back with a camel clutch.*
Jesse King: Seth going for the Inquisition on BRB!Tim Hoss: But Seth is too high up!Johnny Stone: But, of course he's too dumb to realize that.*BRB grabs onto Seth's legs from behind him, stands up, and charges backwards into the turnbuckle. Seth resists the blunt force and switches to a sleeper hold to hang onto BRB.*
Jesse King: Nice try from Brawler, but Drakin hangs on.Johnny Stone: Too bad.*Seth still has a hold on BRB, who backs up to JoNo, who is all too happy to hammer blows onto Seth.*
Tim Hoss: But BRB knows his surroundings - always a valuable skill in the squared circle.Jesse King: Is that legal?Johnny Stone: Who cares?*Gus crosses the ropes to help Seth. McFloyd stops him though, while Seth finally gives up the sleeper hold and releases BRB.*
Tim Hoss: Referee Lloyd McFloyd enforcing the rules, but there might be some rules breaking from both sides.Johnny Stone: Rules are for those too weak to resist them.*BRB, unaware of Referee McFloyd, whips Seth across the ring. Seth collides with Referee McFloyd, and both fall through the ropes to the outside.*
Tim Hoss: McFloyd is taken out!Jesse King: Well, now anything goes!Johnny Stone: Hah! What an idiot.Tim Hoss: I think the debacle with Drakin's sleeper hold obsured BRB's perception. BRB should have looked first...*Seth quickly comes to, only to realize that Referee McFloyd is also conscious and calls for the bell.*
Jesse King: Looks like the Steampunks are disqualified...Michael Muffer: Here are your winners by disqualification: The... Steampunks!Jesse King: What?Johnny Stone: Hahahahah!Tim Hoss: The last thing McFloyd saw was Seth Drakin running for him while Gus argued with him. Looks fishy.Johnny Stone: The un-loveable losers do what they do best: Fail!*Seth is fuming as Gus throws up his hands in consternation. BRB and JoNo look a little disappointed themselves.*
Jesse King: But why would Drakin do that?Tim Hoss: You know how mercurial WWCF wrestlers can be, and you can bet that every ref is aware too. Regardless, a case can be made that Seth and Richlen deserve a rematch.Johnny Stone: No, they don't.Jesse King: The Steampunks might extend that offer out of fair play.Johnny Stone: Honor is for fools.Tim Hoss: We'll have to find out what happens in the weeks to come.[/center]