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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Sept 13, 2011 21:21:27 GMT -5
Monday NiteRaw, September 13th, 2011 "Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Welcome to Monday NiteRaw everybody! I'm Tim Hoss, here with Jesse King... Jesse King: And that's a minor miracle after the Smokin' Vokoun beat the living crap out of us both last week! Tim Hoss: I'd be lying if I said we were both in great shape, fans, but we're here to do our jobs. Thanks for trying to help by the way, Jess. Jesse King: If I had any sense, I would've stayed away. Tim Hoss: Well, tonight our main event is loaded with champions! It will be Caleb Fourchon against the General of the Monkey Army against Ryan Bergman against Amigo against Ryan Blood in a ladder match! This will be something like a preview of Money In The Bank Or Botch, which is just one of the many exciting matches scheduled for GookerMania IV in two short weeks! Hanging above the ladder in this match will be a contract allowing the winner to trade in his current title for a shot at the big one: the World Heavyweight Championship! Jesse King: That's right, but it's not as good as a MITBOB contract since you have to announce it ahead of time instead of running up on the guy and pinning him after somebody else has already pummeled him into oblivion! And it's only valid as long as you hold on to your current championship! Tim Hoss: A lot of people would argue that announcing your intent to challenge beforehand is more honorable, King. That's what Jonathan Michaels did. Jesse King: Yeah, and if he doesn't win then he'll have only himself to blame! Tim Hoss: The rest of the night is going to see most of our roster split up into tag teams, with the members of the winning teams--those who aren't already part of the world title match, anyway--qualifying for Money In The Bank Or Botch! But to kick things off, we have the Boiler Plaza! Jesse King: All three guys in the world title picture are guests on this one, Gorilla! Should be interesting!
[glow=red,2,300]The Boiler Plaza[/glow] *Boiler Room Brawler, Sarah Nakatomi-Michaels and Jonathan Michaels stand at the forefront of the set.*
SNM: Welcome WWCF Galaxy to the Boiler Plaza!
BRB: That’s right, Sarah. It’s we, it’s we, it’s BRB and SNM! And joining us is our partner Jonathan Michaels!
SNM: Careful there Brawler.
BRB: Gookermania is coming, and tonight we will probe into the minds of the men who will battle for the WWCF Gold.
*Master of Puppets – Metallica*
*Seth Drakin comes out to the Boiler Plaza set, smiling. The crowd sings along to the chorus as he enters the ring. The returning Puppet Master smiles as he looks at Boiler Room Brawler and Sara Nakatomi, grabbing a mic as his music fades...*
SNM: Well if it isn’t our old boss: Seth Drakin.
BRB: Our old boss, but he seems to have a new and yet old swagger about himself. Lay it on us, Uncle Seth.
*Drakin briefly scowls at the “Uncle Seth” remark but quickly returns to his smiling swagger.*
Seth: Well, I did say for the longest time that once I get my closure for this whole Pantheon nightmare, then the Archangel will return to his rest and the Puppet Master will return.
SNM: I guess the question that everyone is wondering then is what makes you think that you will win at Gookermania?
Seth: Well, it is really simple. You see, I have a few things that neither Whitey Fats or Jonathan Michaels have.
The experience…
I have been here since day one and I have been in more main events and won more ppvs than either of those two men.
I also have no pressure in winning this match as both of my opponents do.
Whitey Fats is the world champion and Jonathan Michaels is the guy cashing in his world title briefcase. No world champion has ever lost the belt at Gookermania nor has any world title briefcase holder lost in the title match when he cashed it in. One (if not both) of those two will be the first to be a failure.
Me on the other hand, I may be a first as well… but a first in a good way because no winner of Battle Bowl has ever won the world title at Gookermania. I plan on being the first so… no pressure for me and all of the pressure will be towards Whitey and Jonathan.
And finally, I am smarter than the other two. Oh when I was the Archangel, I may have been more looking for vengeance than wins and I will be honest, it wasn't the best way to go into a match. But as the Puppet Master, no one can be anymore smarter. Whitey is too arrogant to think of all ways to win a match and if he tries to get help, I will make sure that what I have will get out and his life will be ruined. Jonathan takes too many risks and no offense to your husband, Sara… but not every risk gets rewarded.
Myself on the other hand… my bravado may make me seem like I am arrogant, but when that bell rings… the arrogant guy is gone and instead the man who always has a plan, even when the plan before that fails takes his place. I know which risks to take and which ones not to take.
At Gookermania 4, I will win the world title and the only thing Jonathan and Whitey can do is accept it now. But I know they won't accept it so you bring them out so they can see the face of their own Tale's End.
BRB: You’re looking and sounding real confident there, Drakin. Let’s hope that translates to a victory in our match tonight.
SNM: He does indeed sound confident, BRB. In fact, the last Battle Bowl winner was my husband right here: Jonathan Michaels. He fought hard and well, but it wasn’t his time. But you, Drakin – you won it before, so what makes you think that history won’t -
Actually, honey, I have a question, if you don't mind
Seth, I've been wondering, like me, you have also had issues with your love life.
You and your darling wife, Jessica Morton, whom I have the utmost respect for, incidentally, were viciously assaulted by the Pantheon, and as a result, Jessica was horribly injured, to the point that she can no longer speak, let alone continue to be a part of the WWCF.
So you made it your mission to avenge her and take out the Pantheon, and as we've all seen, you have stopped at nothing to destroy them, you've let nobody stand in your way in your quest to get justice for Jessica.
And you did it, you accomplished your goal, the Pantheon has been neutralized, and frankly, I respect your drive and your commitment to stick up for the woman you love, I mean, look at what I've been through with Sara, all I've been through in order to be with her.
So it's obvious that there's nobody in this company who understands you more than me, we've had quite a history between us as well.
So here's my question, Seth.
Why have you ABANDONED YOUR WIFE?
You've spent all your time fighting the people who beat your wife, but how much time have you spent comforting her?
Caring for her?
Being there for her?
No, you spent so much time fighting for revenge that you've forgotten the reason you were fighting in the first place.
And that's the thing that bugs me, Seth, if you aren't at home spending time with the woman you love, then maybe she's NOT the reason you went after the Pantheon.
Maybe the REAL reason you've devoted the last few months attacking the Pantheon is because they took from you the one thing you REALLY love more than anything.
Your power.
Colt took your position as CEO and took your power away, making you nothing more than one of us.
That's what really bugs you, that's why you seem to have completely forgotten about your wife, and that's why you want the WWCF Championship, because you believe that if you get the Ttitle, then you get your power back, then you can feel like a big man again, because when it comes right down to it, Seth, you just want your balls back.
The difference between you and me, Seth, is the reason I want the title, the reason I'm Going to win the title is beca. . . .
*Angel - Shaggy and Rayvon*
*Cynnamon walks to the ring, smiling and giggling at the boos. She enters the ring and snatches the mic.*
SNM: Cynnamon, why do you grace us with your, ahem, presence, and not Mister Fats himself?
Cynnamon: Ladies and Gentleman, please rise and honor your WWCF Superstar of the Year, and YOUR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "Handsome" Whitey Fats!
*No Love by Eminem and Lil Wayne hits*
*Whitey appears WWCF World Title around his waist and his customary smirk on his face. He raises his pimp cane as his pyro hits and the fans boo him. He swaggers to the ring and enters kissing Cynnamon and accepting the mic.*
BRB: We have to admit, Whitey. We were afraid you wouldn’t show up.
SNM: You’ve made some real strides in the past year, Whitey. You’ve come a long way since the last Gookermania since you defeated Boiler Room Brawler and TTS at Gookermania…
*BRB’s face goes sour.*
BRB: Hey now. We settled our score once and for all, and it was me, BRB, standing over Whitey!
SNM: As I was saying… Whitey, you’ve come a long way, and now you’re the WWCF World Champion at last-
BRB: And now you must prove that you can hold onto it at the biggest stage of them all. If you fail, everyone will know. What do you have to say?
*Whitey appears thoughtful for a minute, before raising the mic to his lips.*
When I first started in this business, I did everything the proper way, fought with honor, didn't take the easy way out....
What did that get me? Opening match on the C house show! It gave me nothing.
So I thought about how I could save my career... and I had an epiphany: I had to look out for myself, and f*** everybody else.
*Whitey raises the world title*
You may not like it, but you can see what a change in attitude has brought me. I am the top name in the business, I am the main event anywhere I go, I am the man that is on all the posters and commercials.
You people may not like that, but it is what it is. I am the best, and this title proves it.
Seth, you may, and I emphasize may, be smarter than me, but what has it brought you? Your games put your wife in the hospital, and led to you kicking an innocent woman in the head. That is all on you, nobody's fault but yours.
You claim you can beat me in a fair fight, but there is no such thing. There is a winner and a loser, and I am a winner. You have shown me nothing, except excuses. You are not my superior, not even my equal, just one more person who will find out why I am the Wrestling Messiah.
Jonathan Michaels... I don't think we have ever crossed paths, but that is not important. You are stepping into the ring with the Wrestling Messiah, and as much as I hate to admit it, a legendary wrestler in Seth.
I earned this title, Seth earned a shot at it, and you... were given a goddamn briefcase? Really? Nobody ever gave me a goddamn thing in this business, and you were just handed a shot? Well, whatever. You will be stepping into the ring with the Wrestling Messiah, and you will know what it's like to get your ass whipped by me.
GookerMania... "Handsome" Whitey Fats... Seth Drakin... Jonathan Michaels... After that match, when both of you have the feeling in your stomachs that tells you you have lost, I want you both to remember: I am "Handsome" Whitey Fats, I am the best of all time, I am the Wrestling Messiah, and I am still your world heavyweight champion.
SNM: You sound confident Whitey, I’ll give you that.
BRB: Indeed he does. All three of them do. But when the rubber hits the road at Gookermania, only one of you will write a check that your skills can cash. And when I win Money in the Bank…
*BRB looks at Seth Drakin…*
BRB: I’ll be there to cash that check in…
*BRB turns to Whitey…*
BRB: Anytime I want.
*BRB stops at Jonathan Michaels.*
SNM: Well let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, boys. We’re out of time. This has been me, Sarah Nakatomi....
BRB: And me, BRB!
SNM: And we’ll see you next time on The Boiler Plaza!
Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first...
The arena goes black.
*No World For Tomorrow by Coheed and Cambria*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Nakatomi Headquarters and weighing 195 lbs. Vincent Van Agony!
A red spotlight shines on Viva. He stands there, waiting for the chorus to start, and at "Raise your hands high!" VIVA charges the ring, slide under the bottom rope, stands up, and stretches out his neck and arms in anticipation for the bell.
Hoss: And here we have one of our Money in the Bank or Botch matches. Up now is a man who has had quite a bit to say to...well, just about everyone as of late. Whether it be his new business partner, his associates or even WWCF staff.
King: You ask me, I'm surprised that Whitey even agreed to be involved with Viva. But, I guess being the champ means extending a hand when you want.
Hoss: King, I hardly think he would call it that if he heard you. In fact, I imagine he'd have some very choice words if he did.
Michael Muffer: And his opponents...
*Hollywood Undead-Been to Hell*
Michael Muffer: First, hailing from Dallas, Texas and weighing in at 245 lbs. Tyfo!
As Tyfo comes to the ring he argues with fans. A fireball goes off before he enters the ring and moves to each ringpost, giving a longhorn salute before eyeing Viva.
Hoss: And here's a man we haven't heard from in some time. He certainly seems to be back to his old ways though with the crowd.
King: Bah, this crowd wouldn't know talent if it did a tap dance show on their eyes.
Michael Muffer: His partner, hailing from Arkham, Massachusetts and weighing 230 lbs. Jeremy Dupoe!
"That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die" echoes through the arena before pyro erupts from the stage.
Dupoe rises through a hole that's bellowing fog. Reading a book, slams the book shut as he reaches the top of the stage with one hand. Walking to ring with the book in hand he shoots disgusted looks at the crowd. Sneaking one last at the book before setting it by the turnbuckle he climbs the stairs, enters the ring through the ropes. Removing his robe he then gets on the turnbuckle and shakes his head disapprovingly at the crowd.
King: And here is another associate of Whitey Inc. Of course he wants to make sure there's that distinction.
Hoss: He and Viva had a few words it seemed prior to tonight. Neither man, though both affilitiated in some way with Whitey Inc, seem to have much love loss for one another in this match.
As Will Alphonzo calls for the bell, Jeremy Dupoe and Tyfo seem to have a bit of miscommunication in regards to who will start the match. Viva looks on impatiently as Dupoe takes to the apron, leaving Tyfo to look at him. Looking back, Tyfo eyes Viva and the two lockup.
Hoss: Not exactly a positive start to this match for Tyfo and Dupoe it appears.
King: Looks the two of them are about as good a mix as oil and water, Gorilla.
Tyfo backs Viva into a neutral corner, the ref getting in to try and break things up. Tyfo backs off momentarily before launching his shoulder into Viva's mid section. Viva lets out a sharp breath as Tyfo follows up with another, then goes for a third.
Hoss: Tyfo showing some surprising offense here in the early goings of this match.
King: Bah, you ask me, Viva's had worse.
As Tyfo starts to try and pull away from Viva's mid-section though he notices he's now in a facelock. Viva's face contorts in anger as he takes a step out, then another from the corner before hoisting Tyfo up in a makeshift suplex, sending Tyfo's legs into the ropes and performing a slingshot suplex.
Hoss: Quite the counter from Van Agony there, King!
King: Well you didn't expect him to take that from Tyfo did you?
Viva stands up, taking a breath before moving to Tyfo as he rises. Viva connects with a right hand, then another before grabbing Tyfo's arm to send him into his own corner. Winded, Tyfo immediately slaps on Dupoe's back. Dupoe looks at Tyfo surprised at first before looking slightly annoyed and slowly gets into the ring.
King: Ha! Dupoe didn't see that coming it seems.
Hoss: And now the two men from Whitey Inc are set to square off!
Viva motions for Dupoe to bring it and the two lock up. Dupoe sends Viva into the ropes, leaping on Viva's return to hit a Lou Thesz press. After getting a few shots in he lets up, starting to get to one foot before Viva latches onto him and rolls, starting to hit punches of his own on Dupoe.
The ref manages to admonish both men, warning of the closed fists as Viva rises to his feet just after Dupoe does. Dupoe runs at Viva first, hitting a high knee as he makes his way back to his corner while Viva is still down. Tagging Tyfo back in, Dupoe gets on the apron.
Hoss: A short exchange between the two of them it appears. No doubt both men have some history from the triple threat match they had a few weeks ago.
King: I have to say, it does seem a little convienent that Van Agony has been spouting off about creative only to now be in the only handicap contender match.
Tyfo gives a shot to Viva's back as he starts to stand. Viva seems to have a mixture of a wince and a grin as he moves around the ring, nursing his back slightly. Tyfo follows running behind Viva to hook in a bulldog.
Hoss: Was he just grinning? I swear, this guy has to be a masochist.
King: Whoa! Easy there gorilla, this is a family show!
Viva lays motionless for a moment as Tyfo nods approvingly to himself. Helping Viva up, Tyfo whips Viva into the ropes only to have Dupoe drop them, causing Viva to fall out of the ring. The ref is quick to stop Tyfo who continues to argue with the ref while Dupoe moves to the floor, picking Viva up and hitting him with a right.
Hoss: Dupoe wasting little time it would seem in trying to soften Viva up a bit more.
King: Can you blame him? This is his ticket to Gookermania after all.
Tyfo shakes his head, then starts to run to the opposite set of ropes. Rebounding off, he runs full speed. The ref moves out of the way as Tyfo goes for a suicide dive through the middle rope. Just as he does however, Viva moves out of the way. Tyfo connects with only Dupoe and both men are laid out on the floor after hitting the barricade.
King: Oh my god!
Hoss: Bah gawd! I don't think Tyfo was meaning for that to happen at all!
Viva quickly moves to grab Tyfo, being the legal man, and tosses him back into the ring. Making a dusting off motion with his hands he quickly sets himself into The Bedtime Story!
Hoss: Bedtime story! Bedtime Story! Van Agony has it locked in!
King: Dupoe's got to get up if he wants a hope of winning this!
Dupoe groggily gets to his feet, shaking out the cobwebs as he sees the predicament in the ring. However as he moves to try and slide into the ring, Tyfo is already tapping. The ref calls for the bell, Viva holding on for a second before releasing, looking rather satisfied with himself as he taps his temple and eyes Dupoe.
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner, by submission, Vincent Van Agony!
Hoss: Amazing! Vincent Van Agony has just overcome the odds and won this handicap match to earn himself a spot in Money In The Bank Or Botch!
King: Whitey Inc. is lucky that this guy is on THEIR side, Gorilla!
Suddenly the CrapTron goes dark before images start flashing on the screen. Scenes of riots, of violence and of carnage flash one after another. The images are vivid and graphic but one thing stands out. Everyone rioting is wearing a trenchcoat. Music start playing, tense and getting louder every second. The images come to sudden halt as a loud staccato note is hit in the music. The screen darkens before a camera with a fish-eye lens and a crack is looking around the wreckage. It looks around, showcasing the massacre and rioting before looking down at the ground. Words are etched in the concrete, reading "Broken glass on the floor. Are you ready for the war?"
Underneath the words is the letter H as the camera slowly fades to black.
Tim Hoss: Er, okay, that...happened...
Jesse King: Yeah. Well anyway, coming up we've got...
*But King is interrupted as the CrapTron comes to life again, showing the following: as the snow comes down in blizzard-like conditions somewhere in the middle of nowhere, off in the distance you can very faintly make out a man jogging in a sweat suit through the snow. The video fades to black and white writing appears on the screen: "Commando 1985: Next Week on NiteRaw"*
Jesse King: THIS is what I dragged my pain-wracked body back to work for?! If that stupid 'tron does anything other than show the entrance videos of wrestlers for at least the next ten minutes, I'm going to do to the guys in the truck what Vokoun did to me last week!
Tim Hoss: Breathe King, breathe! If everything goes as scheduled, we're gonna see Seth Drakin and the Boiler Room Brawler taking on Connor Mackenzie and Cageking momentarily!
Jesse King: Here's Muffer about to announce them, thank Jebus...
Michael Muffer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!
*War - Sick Puppies*
*Connor MacKenzie walks out onto the stage with a hood drawn over his face. He walks down the ramp, high fiving fans along the way...*
MM: Now entering the ring from Halifax, Novia Scotia, Canada; weighing 225lbs; he is "the Canadian Dragon" Connor MacKenzie!
Hoss: Mackenzie certainly has his sights set on Gookermania it would seem King. His words this week have certainly been passionate.
King: Passion, smashion. This kid still needs to understand who the big boys are and why Gookermania is for them. I think this match is going to do it.
*Connor climbs onto the apron to the turnbuckle, looking out to the crowd as he lifts his hood...*
*Connor yells out then hops over the top rope into the ring, removing his tabard and throwing it out to the crowd.*
MM: Introducing his partner...
*Cageking comes out to "Hate Me Now" by Nas. He walks down the ramp and up the ring steps.*
Hoss: And here's a man who's certainly looking for an opportunity tonight, King. No doubt heading to Gookermania would be a welcome result of a win tonight.
King: Cageking's certainly got the experience but he seems to have hit quite a rut lately. Guess we'll have to see how it shapes up tonight.
MM: And their opponents...
*Rigorous Vengeance - Municipal Waste*
*Boiler Room Brawler runs out with his pipe wrench slung over his shoulder.*
MM: Now entering the ring from Rockford, Illinois; weighing 335lbs: Boiler. Room. Brawler!
*BRB drops his pipe wrench before walking up the ring steps and crossing the ropes.*
Hoss: BRB certainly seems to be wanting as well. Given these past few weeks I'm sure he's itching for a chance to go to Gookermania.
King: He might have held one half of the tag title for a while but he doesn't have his usual partner with him tonight.
MM: And his partner...
*All Over Me - Drowning Pool*
*Seth Drakin walks down the ramp to the ring, ignoring the fans.*
MM: From Stafford, Virginia; weighing 265lbs: He is your 2011 Battle Bowl winner: Seth... Drakin!
*Drakin rolls into the ring and sneers at a smirking BRB, who he joins to hash out opening strategies.*
Hoss: And now with his rivalry with The Pantheon apparently behind him, Seth has removed the mask and seems to have returned to normal.
King: Can we even really call this normal?
*Referee John Creed motions for each team to send out their first man. Connor and Drakin go first, respectively.*
*Creed starts the match.
Connor and Drakin lock arms. Connor twists around and wristlocks Drakin. Drakin reverses with a snap mare and headlocks Connor...*
*Connor punches Drakin in the head and slips loose. Drakin pursues him, but Connor takes him down with an arm drag.*
Hoss: A very technical affair to start things off it would seem, King. Though Drakin seems to have a bit of the upper hand.
King: I can't believe I'm saying this but good on Drakin. I hope he puts Mackenzie in his place.
*Drakin catches a chasing Connor by the arm and wrenches it. He shoves Drakin away from him towards BRB...*
*BRB reaches over to grab Connor. Connor side steps it, but Drakin takes him down with a clothesline.*
*Cageking reaches his arm out for the tag as Connor gets up. Drakin hooks his arm around Connor's head and drives him headfirst to the mat.*
King: Haha! There we go!
Hoss: Drakin certainly not showing any favoritism with the last man he hired before being relieved of his powers.
*Drakin tags BRB in. BRB crosses the ropes and jumps up to elbow drop Connor, but Connor rolls out of the way and gets back up.*
*Connor greets BRB with a dropkick to the face. BRB loses his footing and is knocked back to the corner...*
*Connor takes the opportunity to tag in Cageking instead of taking on BRB. BRB approaches Cageking as he crosses the ropes...*
Hoss: And Mackenzie with the smart move to tag in his partner.
King: Boo! I was just about to get some popcorn.
*BRB and Cageking lock arms. BRB gets a headlock on Cageking. Cageking waistlocks BRB, lifts him up, and slams him backfirst to the mat.*
*Cageking beats BRB to his feet and chick kicks BRB in the face. BRB loses his footing again and is backed to ropes...*
Hoss: Cageking certainly taking little time in trying to get his offense going.
King: As much as I hate to say it, it looks like Cageking's luck might be turning.
*Cageking charges at BRB and knocks him over the top rope with a flying elbow.*
*BRB shakes his head as Cageking takes a victory lap to appeal to the audience. Creed begins the count.*
*BRB grabs a rope and climbs back into the ring, getting Cageking's attention once again. Cageking charges BRB again, but BRB takes him down with a shoulder block.*
King: Ha! Shouldn't have posing for these miscreants, Cageking!
*BRB jumps up and elbow drops Cageking in the chest and then gets up.*
*BRB grabs Cageking by the arm and assists him to his feet. He whips Cageking to a neutral corner and then gets ready to charge...*
Hoss: BRB has certainly shifted the momentum it would seem here, King.
*BRB charges at Cageking. Cageking defends himself with a big boot, deflecting BRB. He hoists himself up to the second rope, and then leaps at BRB, taking him down with a DDT.*
*Cageking covers BRB for the pin. Referee Creed counts 1, 2-BRB powers out and chops Cageking away.*
Hoss: And a near fall there but BRB still showing he would appear to have a bit left in the tank!
*BRB gets up and front kicks Cageking away before tagging Drakin back in. Drakin crosses the ropes as Cageking returns to his feet.*
*Drakin grapples with Cageking and goes for an Irish whip, but Cageking reverses and whips him to his corner. Cageking follows it up by jumping to the second rope and jumping off again to take Drakin down with a hurricanrana.*
Hoss: And Cageking seeming to be pouring it on again. You can tell he's certainly wanting this.
*Cageking tags Connor in and rolls outside to recover. Connor climbs to the top rope and waits for Drakin to stand up before leaping off for a Dragonrana...*
King: No, no, No!
*Drakin catches Connor, but slips Connor over his shoulder...*
Hoss: Uh oh, Mackenzie might have telegraphed that one...
*Connor slips out of Drakin's Oklahoma slam and lands on his feet, but he's still bent over, and Drakin waistlocks him...*
*Drakin leaps over Connor for a sunset flip piledriver...*
King: Yes! Haha! Eat it Mackenzie!
Hoss: I have to say folks, this has to be the most positive I think I've heard King be with Seth Drakin in quite a long time.
King: Oh stuff it Hoss. Frankly I'd like to see these two just beat each other senseless.
*Drakin covers Connor for the pin. Creed counts 1...*
*Creed counts 2... Cageking slides into the ring...*
*Creed counts Thr- Cageking knocks Drakin away with an axe handle Drakin to the back.*
Hoss: And Cageking with the save!
*BRB crosses the ropes as Cageking gets to his feet. Cageking jumps up and hurls BRB overhead with a hurricanrana.*
*Drakin gets up, kicks Cageking in the stomach, and DDTs him. Cageking rolls out of the ring again. BRB stands back up.*
Hoss: What a fight this has turned into!
*Connor starts to recover, but Drakin picks him up to a bent position...*
*Connor grabs Drakin's legs and takes him down. Drakin is on his back, and Connor flips over for a bridge pin...*
*Creed counts 1...*
*Creed counts Tw-BRB kicks Connor away.*
Hoss: Mackenzie tried but BRB there to make the save for his cause!
King: Phew! That was almost too close!
*BRB jumps up and senton bombs Connor straight to the chest.*
King: Ha!
Hoss: Dear lord! A hellacious Boiler Room Bomb! Drakin going for the pin!
*Drakin gets back up to pin Connor as Creed tells BRB to return to his corner.*
*Creed returns his attention to Drakin and Connor and counts 1...*
*Creed counts 2...*
*Creed counts 3!*
*All Over Me - Drowning Pool*
*BRB crosses the ropes. Creed raises Drakin and BRB's arms.*
King: Hahaha! Eat it Mackenzie!
Hoss: Mackenzie and Cageking with a good try but it would seem that it was just not in the cards. Mackenzie must be devastated.
King: God I hope so.
MM: Here are your winners by pinfall: Seth Drakin and Boiler Room Brawler, who will advance to Money in the Bank or Bust!
King: BRB's in MITBOB! And Seth Drakin helped him get there! I wonder how he feels about that.
*BRB crosses the ropes. Creed raises Drakin and BRB's arms. BRB points at Drakin, who only raises his eyebrow to BRB. BRB points to his eyes and then to Drakin. BRB makes a "belt" motion over his waist. Drakin sternly points back at BRB and then leaves the ring.*
Hoss: Apparently there's still no love lost.
King: Hey Gorilla, you feel like seeing how Amigo or Johnny Stone or Hangman or whoever is doing?
Hoss: Why do you ask?
King: Because I'm being told that we're all about to see!
*On the CrapTron, a car pulls up with Bergman inside while Amigo stumbles around the corner, still in a state of disarray.
Looks like you got my message John, how are ya?
Like shit. They keep talking through the night. I haven't had a full night's sleep in two weeks.
Now here's the deal, I know you aren't that keen on the idea of all this so I'm going to bargain with you. I'm paying for this session and will continue to pay, all I want you to do is show up. When you want to stop coming, let me know and I'll tell the doctor. I just want you to make it through this first meeting and then we'll go from there.
Hang on
*Amigo takes a stapler, and staples his own head where red x marks were*
Ow. Well, if I'm right, that should stop them for a while. It contracts certain flowing of blood vessels. Anyways, whatever. Let's get it over with.
Alright then, let's go
*The two men walk into the office and knock on the door*
Come in
Howdy Doc Davis, this is John.
You the shrink? If you me, call me John, if you want Stone, call me Johnny and if you want the Hangman, call me Xavier.
Ahem... Well then Ryan, why don't you tell me how this all started?
Well, I guess it goes back to when Amigo and I started teaming. He was always talking in different accents, very hard to predict, very interesting character. This problems began as time went one, now he's up to three personalities and I don't think he knows who he is anymore.
Ok, anything to say to that John?
I know exactly who I am. It all started damn near a year ago. Stone was supposed to go away by the start of this month, but he's still here, and I got a new "friend", as it were.
Look Amigo *Stands up and begins shoutingDO YOU THINK THIS IS ALL ABOUT YOU? Let me tell you something I've been wanting to tell you for some time now you f***ing punk. Trying to be your partner and wrestling with you is the hardest thing I've ever done in this company. I don't know who the hell is going to show up each night and that's worrisome in the least.
That's put more stress on me than I care to admit.I know that you've held these tag team belts 4 teams with different people Amigo, and normally you blame them. Do you ever think you're the issue?
Look, I'm going to waste time telling you to single something out because you've tried and that doesn't work. I'm not going to appeal to your good side because, if I'm being f***ing honest I don't think you have one and that's fine with me. This session is more for us than it is for you, hell it's more for me.
I want to hold on to these belts for a long f***ing time and I'm willing to work with you only if you remember what it's like to have to rely on someone else.
Oh, little Jazzy Johnson finally shows some balls for once. Any of the people running the ship at any given time is a god damn champion in their own rights.
Ok guys, here's what I think we are going to do. John I want you to wait outside while Ryan and I have a talk and then we will switch
Sure
Couldn't have waited any longer!
*Amigo walks out the door and closes it behind him as Doctor Davis is heard So, tell me how you really feel...
(Commercials ensue. We finally come back from commercial and see Michael Muffer in the ring) Muffer - Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is The Great Warrior 5 Minute Challenge. Sponsored by The Sam Family corp. and Quiznos. (The Sam runs down to the ring and grabs the mic from Muffer) The Sam - Hey loud mouth. I'm paying for this air time. I'm callin' the shots around here. Now sit down before you fall down. (Muffer leaves the ring) First things first. I listened to the commentary track following The Great Warriors first 5 minute challenge. And I gotta say Hoss, you're not as biased as you claim to be. So for this weeks Great Warrior Challenge, since I am calling the shots around here for the next 5 minutes, you don't get to talk. Cut his mic off. That's right, this match will be commented on by a true proffesional and the greatest broadcast journalist in WWCf history, Jesse King! By the way King, my Mother thanks you for the flowers you sent her. The following contest is set for 1 fall. And it will be contested under The Great Warrior rules. Because as everyone knows, The Great Warrior rules! Making his way to the ring. From the deepest, darkest, deadliest parts of Parts Unknown. He is the man that WWCF fears. I have seen full grown men rip their own heads off rather than face this man in the squared circle. Please, pay homage to the greatest wrestler in the world today, THE GREAT WARRIOR!!! (Warrior heads to the ring. Scaring children along the way. He steps into the ring as The Sam bows to him.) And his opponent. From Tijuana, Canada. Please welcome...La Cucaracha. (a portly man steps out from the curtain wearing brown pants, a brown singlet and a brown mask. He waves to the fans before entering the ring) Lloyd McFloyd calls for the bell and the match is underway.
Both Warrior and La Cucaracha circle the ring a few times before going for a lock up. Warrior pushes La Cucaracha into the ropes and sends him off with an irish whip. Warrior ducks as La Cucaracha flips over Warriros head. La Cucaracha immediately waves to the fans feeling the amazing display of agility was worthy of a wave. However when he turns around Warrior chops La Cucaracha in the throat before heading off the ropes and hitting La Cucaracha with a running dropkick. Warrior goes for the pin. 1 2 kick out. At the 1 minute mark Warrior pulls up La Cucaracha into the turnbuckle and sends him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Warrior charges at La Cucaracha and crushes him with a clothesline. La Cucaracha falls to the bottom turnbuckle where he is met with a running knee from Warrior. Warrior looks at The Sam, who motions his hand across his throat to signal his finisher. At the 1.30 minute mark Warrior drags La Cucaracha to the centre of the ring. As La Cucaracha slowly gets to his feet Warrior proceeds to hit him with a series of kicks to the ribs and back. La Cucaracha falls to his knees. The Great Warrior delivers a buzzzsaw kick straight into La Cucaracha's head. Warrior lays one foot on La Cucaracha for the pin. 1 2 3
The Sam - The winner of this match at 2 minutes and 10 seconds, THE GREAT WARRIOR!!!
The Sam raises The Great Warriors hand in victory. As we go to a commerical break.
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