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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Oct 3, 2011 22:16:20 GMT -5
Just have commentary left on my match for The General and Evil M and then it will be done.
EDIT: Match should be in your PM's now Socko.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 4, 2011 1:56:45 GMT -5
Hey Socko, did you get my PM? If you mean the one about the storyline idea, I see it but haven't read it yet (along with several others). I'll read it as I'm going through the rest of the PMs and putting the show together. As for how the show is going, I'm about 3/4 done with the tag match now, which is the only thing that needs to be completed at this point. It won't surprise me if some people feel this is too long for a NiteRaw match, but because of all the aggression felt by everybody in it I felt like it deserved to be longer than usual. In the meantime, I've decided that it'd just be unfair to keep people waiting to find out who got what briefcase any longer, so I'm gonna post the very beginning of the show--where the cases are opened--in the next 10-15 minutes. (Which I figure is the most time it'll possibly take to integrate everybody's IC posts.) Then I'll get back to work on posting the main show.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 4, 2011 2:11:48 GMT -5
TH: The time has come, King.
JK: I've been waiting for this since Gookermania, Gorilla, and it's a hell of a way to start tonight's show.
TH: That's right, WWCF Galaxy: it's time for the Money in the Bank or Botch briefcases to be opened!
*Vincent Van Agony, Evil M, and the Punisher stand in the ring with their briefcases in hand.*
MM: Welcome WWCF Galaxy to the Money in the Bank or Botch Briefcase Opening Ceremony!
*Viva, Evil M, and Punisher hold their briefcases over their heads, but they seem confused as to where Mulligan is.*
MM: Introducing the master of ceremonies: The WWCF Majority Shareholder!
TH: The mystery remains who this Majority Shareholder is, King.
JK: Hush, he's about to speak...
*The lights dim as a black silhouette appears on the Craptron.*
[glow=gray,2,300] Thank you for the introduction, Michael Muffer.
Hello WWCF Galaxy. This is your Majority Shareholder.
At Gookermania, six men fought for four briefcases.
Three of you will have the honor of challenging a champion at any time for the next year.
One of you will be out of a job.
Before we begin the ceremonies, I demand that Mulligan attend.
I will not tolerate cowardice in my organization. [/glow]
TH: That is strange, King. Where is the Mad Pirate Mulligan?
JK: If I knew I'd rat him out.
*Viva, Evil M, and Punisher look confused. Minutes pass as Mulligan makes no appearance.*
TH: Wherever he is, he has no intention of being in that ring.
JK: I'll bet he got the pink slip.
TH: How would he know if the briefcase is still locked?
[glow=gray,2,300] I shall send officials to find him.
Now, onto the cases! [/glow]
*Referee Will Alphonzo walks out to the ring.*
[glow=gray,2,300] Will Alphonzo has been entrusted with the combination to the locks on your briefcases.
Attack him, and your shots become null and void.
We shall begin with...
Evil M. [/glow]
TH: The first man up is Evil M.
JK: His time has come, Gorilla. He has fought for this company for years and he deserves the World title now.
*Evil M hands his briefcase to Will Alphonzo, who unlocks the briefcase revealing...*
JK: What is it?
[glow=gray,2,300] Congratulations, Evil M.
You now have a Money in the Bank Interforums Title Shot.
Use it wisely. [/glow]
TH: Not bad for Evil M.
JK: So that means one of the other three has the World title belt. I was really going for Evil M.
EVIL M: Well, I can't say it's what I was hoping for, but that's OK. Because it's already a given that I'm winning the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship. So what I'm thinking is this. Before the final match, I cash this baby in, win the IF title and leave the building that night with the two biggest belts in this company!
TH: Look at the bright side, King, he still has his job.
[glow=gray,2,300] The next briefcase to be opened will be... [/glow]
*Viva and Punisher look over to Evil M, and then to Mulligan's case...*
[glow=gray,2,300] ...Vincent Van Agony. [/glow]
JK: Well, it's his moment of truth now.
*Viva hands his briefcase to Alphonzo, who unlocks it revealing...*
TH: Will the Viva, Inc patriarch have another chance at the World Title, or will that stable need another new leader?
[glow=gray,2,300] Congratulations Vincent Van Agony.
You now have a contracted Title Shot for either the Hardcore Title or the Championship of Honor.
If you choose to make it a Hardcore Title shot, you may challenge anywhere in a WWCF arena during an event, and falls will count everywhere.
If you choose to make it a Championship of Honor shot, you may only challenge as long as the Champion of Honor is in the ring, and the match will be fought under Rules of Honor.
The choice is yours Vincent, but you must make it now. [/glow]
ViVA: Yeah, yeah yeah. Championship of Honor. Seeya.
JK: I can live with all of that. He's held the gold before. He could hold it again, but he should win something else first.
TH: But now we're down to two briefcases. It's a yin and yang situation now...
[glow=gray,2,300] That leaves one man in the ring with a briefcase:
You, Frank Castle.
You either have the pink slip, or a one-way ticket to immortality.
Unlock it Alphonzo... [/glow]
*Punisher hands Alphonzo the briefcase. Alphonzo unlocks it, revealing...*
TH: Will the Punisher luck out? Will the final briefcase at Gookermania have been the one?
[glow=gray,2,300] Congratulations, Frank Castle, you now have a World Title contract.
You have the chance to make your mark on this company, don't waste it. [/glow]
TH: Amazing! Punisher has a ticket to the top!
PUNISHER: "A World Title shot? Can't say it's been the first thing on my mind, but maybe it's about time I made some time to take on the best. If I have to face the winner of this tournament, then the winner can expect to find something very nasty waiting for him at the end of his rainbow. There's no pot of gold, just a pit of despair. Welcome to my world WWCF Champion, you won't leave."
JK: Good on him I guess. I was really going for Evil M though.
TH: So if they all got title shots, then that means...
JK: I was right.
[glow=gray,2,300] And that leaves the Mad Pirate Mulligan.
We all now know what his briefcase holds, but he still has one final match to wrestle for this company against Commando1985! I want him out here, now! [/glow]
*We cut backstage and everybody in the arena witnesses the following on the CrapTron. Little person WWCF official "Spud" Verne Johnson is banging on Mulligan's dressing room door*
Spud Johnson: Mulligan!.....DAMMIT! MULLIGAN! Get out here!
*Beat....no answer, then Frantic Pounding on the door. The ref motions to two road agents who batter down the door. As soon as they enter, they're dumbstruck. They obviously see something, but are blocking it from view.*
Johnson: My....My god.....He's gone. But....did, did he at least leave a note?
Agent: Hey Spud.....C'mere! I see something!
*Spud is handed a ratty piece of parchment, he reads it aloud.*
Spud (Reading): The Pirate is Gone......First victim of the Pumpkin King
TrT, ~Jack
*Cut back to ringside, where everybody seems to be in varying stages of shock. The Majority Shareholder is the first to break the silence*
[glow=gray,2,300] The Pumpkin King?
What foolishness is this?
Well, in closing this ceremony, you three in the ring right now have all earned the chance to win championship gold.
If you fail to acquire it, I will show no sympathy.
Right now, I must tend to this "Pumpkin King" business.
This has been your WWCF Majority shareholder. [/glow]
*The lights brighten up again as Evil M, Frank Castle, and Viva look at each other's title shot contracts and grin before leaving the ring.*
TH: Gookermania was a hell of a night for Whitey Inc, but for one of them, it was a bust!
JK: Don't forget Caleb Fourchon.
TH: Indeed I won't, but I'm now wondering about who this "Pumpkin King" is, and why he kidnapped the Mad Pirate Mulligan... or worse.
JK: Well, we do have Night of the Wrestling Zombies coming up. Something tells me that this "Pumpkin King" will attack again by then.
(Stay tuned!)
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Viva
Dennis Stamp
THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Oct 4, 2011 2:18:58 GMT -5
SON OF A! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MULLY I LOVE YOU! D:
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Jeremy Dupoe
Don Corleone
Your lack of intelligence disgusts me
Posts: 1,414
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Post by Jeremy Dupoe on Oct 4, 2011 2:22:16 GMT -5
WHAT A TWIST </Shamalon>
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 4, 2011 2:31:55 GMT -5
Wow Mully, you did get the pink slip, huh? Well, we already know what that means...
And congrats to M,.Viva, and Punisher.
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Brainbustaaah!
Hank Scorpio
Best Damn Finishing Move Period
Posts: 5,600
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Post by Brainbustaaah! on Oct 4, 2011 2:33:25 GMT -5
Wow Mully, you did get the pink slip, huh? Well, we already know what that means... What, the impeding debut of El Bucanero Loco?
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 4, 2011 2:39:00 GMT -5
Wow Mully, you did get the pink slip, huh? Well, we already know what that means... What, the impeding debut of El Bucanero Loco? No. He's kicked out of this e-fed forever...This was discussed last page.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 4, 2011 2:45:08 GMT -5
Besides, he's surely dead anyway. MWAHAHAHA!
(Then again, since we have Zombo here maybe that doesn't matter as much as you'd think...)
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 4, 2011 2:49:52 GMT -5
Besides, he's surely dead anyway. MWAHAHAHA! (Then again, since we have Zombo here maybe that doesn't matter as much as you'd think...) Well, if he survives, maybe he could return to tag with Jeremy Dupoe and form the "Ark-Misk Connection" or the like.
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Post by Head Detective Aaron Enigma on Oct 4, 2011 3:02:47 GMT -5
Interesting segment there. I can't wait to see how it all plays out.
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The Sam
El Dandy
The Brainiest Sam of all
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Post by The Sam on Oct 4, 2011 4:05:25 GMT -5
Damn...tough break Mulligan.
*waits until MPM is out of the room* I never liked that pirate guy. He liked VANILLA ice cream and MIDGET's in trench coats...
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 4, 2011 4:38:47 GMT -5
WWCF Monday NiteRaw
*The intro video plays to officially kick off the show and we go to Tim Hoss and Jesse King*
Hoss: A surreal start to Monday NiteRaw this week, fans! King: Creepy, too! Of course that's kind of fitting since we're counting down to both Halloween and our annual October pay-per-view: Night Of The Wrestling Zombies! Hoss: I can hardly wait, King, but it's been just a week since our last incredible pay-per-view: GookerMania IV! If any of you missed it, it's still available on demand and well worth the price! The action had everybody riveted the entire night, and when the dust settled we had seen four of our five titles change hands! Vincent Van Agony Mad Pirate Mulligan cashed in the Money In The Bank Or Botch briefcase for a tag title shot held by Whitey Inc. and won the titles, which they planned to defend under Freebird Rules along with Jeremy Dupoe! They're fortunate they chose to do it that way, since otherwise ViVA would need to start looking for a new partner to replace Mulligan! King: Smokin' Vokoun won the Hardcore Title in a match against the General of the Monkey Army that was definitely not for the faint of heart. I still think you did the right thing by throwing in the towel for the General, Gorilla. If you hadn't, I'm not sure he'd even be alive right now! Hoss: Thank you King. Fortunately, through the magical recuperating power of the wind-up monkey (I can't believe I just said that) , the General is back at 100% and will be in action later tonight. We also saw Connor Mackenzie win his rematch against Ryan Blood to win his first title in the WWCF, the Championship Of Honor! King: And I can't wait for ViVA to use his briefcase and get that belt away from him. Also for Evil M to cash in on Gus Richlen, who is somehow against all odds our new Inter-Forum Champion after he beat Caleb Fourchon! Hoss: Whitey Fats surprisingly retained his World Heavyweight Championship against both Seth Drakin and Jonathan Michaels. Unfortunately, personal issues forced Whitey to take a leave of absence from the WWCF shortly after the show, and due to not knowing when he would return he forfeited the title. Tonight marks the beginning of an eight-man tournament to crown a new world champion. King: Evil M, I hope! Hoss: We'll see, King. Folks, we were originally supposed to kick off the show with Commando1985 taking on Mad Pirate Mulligan, but our officials have determined that with Mulligan nowhere to be found Commando will be awarded the victory by default and walk away with the winner's purse. King: A win is a win and money is money. Hoss: Just what I'd expect you to say, King. In any case, our opening match will now be The Great Warrior vs. "Brainbuster" Jason Allen! Right now, Jerry Fish is standing by with The Great Warrior and his *cough* "Financial Consultant", The Sam...
(we see Jerry Fish standing next to The Great Warrior and The Sam) Jerry - At Gookermania, you The Great Warrior defeated Lanny Poffo. But many feel that you only won thanks to your manager The Sam. Tonight you face another tough opponent in "Brainbuster" Jason Allen. Do you have what it takes to best him tonight? The Sam - May I answer those questions? Jerry - Sure. The Sam - First off, I am not his manager I am his "Financial Consultant". And I am also the Greatest Interforum Champion in WWCF and you will treat me as the legend I am.Secondly, you imply that The Great Warrior only won because of my so called "cheating". Well it's just like I always say, win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat. Facts are facts, Warrior beat Poffo at Gookermania. A win is a win by any other name. Thirdly, I see on tonights card that we have a tournament to crown the #1 contender for the World Heavyweight title. And I have a question for all the hypocrites in the WWCF Board of Directors. Why isn't the Great Warrior in this tournament? Heck, they shouldn't even have a tournament, The Great Warrior should be #1 contender. But WWCF are not only denying The Great Warrior his rightful title match, but even denying him the opportunity to earn that match. But no matter. That's why we're doing it the ol' fashion way. The Great Warrior is the 2nd best wrestler in WWCF, behind yours truly, and he will continue to destroy opponents until he gets the title. Jason, we like you kid, I like you, and you got a bright future. But unfortunately tonight this isn't about you. Tonight is just another night for The Great Warrior. Tonight when you're riding in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Just remember, this isn't personal Jason. It's just business.
Muffer – The following contest is scheduled for 1 fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first. At the height of 6’0, weighing in at 229 lbs. From the Deepest, Darkest, Deadliest parts of Parts Unknown. Accompanied by his “Financial Consultant” The Sam. THE GREAT WARRIOR!
(The Sam walks out to a chorus of boo’s. He turns around to realize The Great Warrior is not following behind him. The Sam rushes back behind the curtain and re-appears with the Great Warrior in tow. Warrior snarls and hisses at the fans on the way to the ring. The Sam demands the ref open the ropes for him as The Sam enters the ring. The Sam then holds the ropes open for The Great Warrior. The Great Warrior enters the ring and waits in the corner as The Sam talks him down.)
Jesse King – There is a man with one thing on his mind. And that is victory. Tim Hoss – Well I think he underestimating his opponent here tonight.
Muffer – And his opponent;
("Indestructible" by Disturbed)
At the height of 6’1, weighing in at 245 lbs. From Minneapolis, Minnesota. “THE BRAINBUSTER” JASON ALLEN!!!
(Jason Allen runs from behind the curtain. Stopping at the entrance to give a quick smirk towards the ring. Jason charges the ring with a head full of steam. He slides under the bottom rope.)
As Jason slides in he is immediately attacked by The Great Warrior as the ref calls for the bell. (bell rings)
Tim Hoss – What a cheap shot! Jesse King – All’’s fair in love and war Tim.
The Great Warrior stomps away on Jason Allen until Jason grabs The Great Warriors foot and pushes Warrior back. As Jason gets to his feet The Great Warrior delivers some sharp kicks to the ribs of Jason. Jason though grabs Warriors boot and delivers a dragon screw leg whip. As the Warrior starts rolling towards the outside Jason drops some knees on Warriors leg.
Tim Hoss – Look’s like Jason is keeping his composure. Jesse King – Composure nothing. That kid got lucky!
Warrior makes it to the outside where hs is met by The Sam. Warrior is holding his knee as The Sam tries to talk. Jason however has little patience and runs the ropes before diving through and hitting both The Sam and The Great Warrior with a suicide dive.
Tim Hoss – WHAT-A-MANEUVER! I don’t think I’ve seen Jason do that before. Jesse King – Desperate times call for desperate measures Tim.
Jason gets to his feet first and rolls Warrior back into the ring. Jason grabs Warriors leg from the outside of the ring and drags him towards the turnbuckle pole. Jason looks towards the crowd who cheer him on as he throws Warriors leg around the pole.
Jesse King – What a dirty move. I thought Jason was supposed to be a white knight? Tim Hoss – You know what they say, all is fair in love and war.
Jason re-enters the ring and grabs Warriors leg. Jason attempts a single leg boston crab but as Jason ducks his head Warrior seizes the opportunity and rakes Jasons eyes.
Tim Hoss – Jason is trying to wrestle but Warrior is acting dirty. Jesse King – Warrior is not a wrestler. Warrior is a fighter.
As Jason tries to regain his vision Warrior gets to his feet and throws a few stiff shots at Jason. Sending Jason down to the bottom turnbuckle. Warrior takes the opportunity and runs to the opposite turnbuckle. Warrior lets out a primal scream before charging at Jason with a running knee right to the head. Jasons head snaps back violently. Warrior tends to his knee as it appears Warrior may have injured himself just as much as he did Jason.
Tim Hoss – He may have twisted his knee on that move Jesse. Jesse King – Not a smart move by Warrior. But this man has little regard for pain.
Warrior starts clubbing away on Jason working his neck and head. Warrior picks Jason up and body slams him in the middle of the ring. Warrior locks on a trapezius claw in the centre of the ring.
Tim Hoss – May be a bit early to lock the claw on yet. Jesse King – This is a msart move Tim. He is wearing down Jason.
Jason is writhing in pain as Warrior cinches in the Trapezius claw. Jason starts banging his foot on the mat as the fans clap along, trying to cheer Jason back into the match. Jason’s adrenaline starts pumping as Jason makes it to his feet. Jason throws some elbows at Warriors ribs before hitting Warrior with a back body drop.
Tim Hoss – BIIIIIIIIIIG BACK BODY DROP! Jesse King – But it looks like both men may be down after that. [/color] Both men are down as the referee starts his 10 count. 1 The crowd is chanting “BRAINBUSTER” 2 Camera shows Warrior sucking in as much air as possible. 3 Camera shows Jason sucking in as much air as possible 4 Jason starts to move 5 Warrior starts to move 6 Both men make it to their knees 7 Both men make it to their feet. Both Jason and Warrior start trading blows. One after the other. Warrior throws a punch but Jason ducks sending Warrior spinning. Jason wraps his arms around Warriors waist. Warrior throws his elbows back dazing Jason. Warrior runs the ropes. As he comes back Jason hits Warrior with a spinebuster. Tim Hoss – Shades of Arn Anderson there Jesse.Jesse King – I’ll admit. Jason has been impressing me throughout this match.Jason then grabs Warriors legs and grapevines them. Jason turns Warrior over for the Sharpshooter. Suddenly The Sam jumps up on the apron and tries to distract the referee. Warrior starts tapping out but the referee doesn’t see it. Jason lets go of the sharpshooter and heads over towards The Sam who jumps down from the apron. Tim Hoss – This match should be over, if it wasn’t for that platypus sticking his bill into the match.Jesse King – What are you talking about? The Sam was just letting the referee what a fine job he was doing.Tim Hoss – Wait a minute? What is Warrior pulling from his trunks?Warrior uses the opportunity to pull a foreign object from his tights and jab Jason in the throat with it. Jason goes down before the referee could see it. Warrior goes to pin Jason. 1 2 kick out at 2. Jesse King – I thought that was it for sure.Tim Hoss – Somehow Jason kicks out after being attacked with that foreign object.Jesse King – What foreign object. Are you having another senile moment Tim?Tim Hoss – I know what I saw. Either way, I don’t see Jason recovering from this.Warrior can’t believe it and neither can The Sam. The Sam grabs a steel chair from underneath the ring and tries to hand it to Warrior. Tim Hoss – What is he trying to do? Get his man disqualified?Jesse King – I think they’ve had enough. They don’t want to win Tim. They just want to send a message.Tim Hoss – Wait a minute. Look who is coming out.Suddenly Lanny Poffo runs out and chases The Sam around the ring. The Sam swings the chair at Poffo but Poffo grabs it mid swing and takes it away from The Sam. The Sam realizes he is in danger and runs away. Tim Hoss – And The Sam, like the coward he is, runs away when the heat is on.Jesse King – What the hell is Poffo doing out here? He has no business being out here?Tim Hoss – I think he is making it his business. Either way it has gotten Warriors attention.Warrior is watching on growling at Lanny Poffo when suddenly Jason school boys Warrior but instead of going for the pin Jason locks in another sharpshooter. The fans are going bezerk. Warrior tries to reach out to the ropes but can’t make it. Warrior starts tapping out. The fans are hanging from the rafters as the ref calls for the bell. Muffer – The winner of this match, “THE BRAINBUSTER” JASON ALLEN!!!Jesse King – I don’t believe it!!!Tim Hoss – Not only was this Jason’s first win in WWWCF but he made The Great Warrior tap out!Jesse King – I can barely hear you Tim over these fans!Poffo runs into the ring and lifts Jason Allen above his shoulders. The fans are going nuts. We go to a commercial break with Jason Allen celebrating in the ring. *Coming back from commercial, the Boiler Plaza set has been assembled in the ring, Boiler Room Brawler and Sara Nakatomi-Michaels included!* BRB: Welcome to the Boiler Room! With the hottest angles in the hottest are so we get hotter! SNM: Uh... Yeah... I'm Sarah Nakatomi-Michaels and this is-BRB: Boy in the World! SNM: Right... With us tonight is Jeremy DuPoe, one of the recent acquisitions of Whitey, Inc, now Viva Inc. I hope we can keep this civil.BRB: Let's get this started n, Sweetzer! Giving to Poke, you shut the baby WTF guess return your partner join Y 8 full time with you have to say for your actions? Its Simple Brawler, I never liked Lionel from the second he insulted Dagon. After joining full time, Whitey suggested the plan that would become the events of that night and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take Lionel out.BRB: - SNM: I'll take this one, Brawler...*BRB grumbles.* SNM: Jeremy, since you joined you have been calling out Aaron Enigma. Why?Detectives and the Esoteric Order of Dagon have a long standing rivalry. In my life time alone there have been 9 detectives that have gone after the EOD, 6 while I was an official member.It is only natural to go after the local detective. And Enigma, if you are watching and I know you are, you will be my next victim, for ViVA this is the Age of Agony for me its the Dawn of Dupoe.SNM: What about Punisher joining Whitey Inc.?*BRB nearly growls. Dupoe laughs.* I was hoping you would ask that; I admit I was surprised when he joined up considering our little war of words we had before GookerMania. We actually get along quite well due to our mutual love of destruction and love of a good weapon, although I still despise guns.SNM: Interesting, what are your thoughts on-BRB: What about Be the Dipole? Quit home Depot? *Dupoe sighs, then thinks for a moment...* Vincent I know you are watching this from the locker room or home or wherever you are. Do NOT take this the wrong way but be careful with this power. I have seen entire teams collapse due to power voids being filled by the wrong leader. Tread lightly or the fallout of this could be disastrous. As for my thoughts on ViVA as a leader so far he has been doing a decent job.*BRB smiles in satisfaction at Sarah.* SNM: Wow, you're good at this, DuPoe. I guess I only have last thing to ask you: Are you crazy?*DuPoe stands up. Sarah backs a few steps.* WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING YOU IGNORANT WORM!BRB: You know crazy, loco, nuts, off your rocker, insane, off the deep end... *BRB and Sarah are surprised and exchange smiles from BRB's burst of articulation. DuPoe breathes deeply before sitting back down.* You are incredibly lucky that I'm under orders to not attack either of you, or the Plaza would have a layer of blood red paint.SNM: I think it's time for us to move onto a very special guest tonight on the Boiler Plaza.BRB: No present to the WWCS Georgia Cheryl! *A black silhouette appears on the Craptron.* [glow=gray,2,300] Boiler Room Brawler.
Sarah Nakatomi-Michaels.
Jeremy DuPoe.
And WWCF Galaxy...
This is your Majority Shareholder.
[/glow]*Dupoe kneels.* SNM: What are you doing, DuPoe?Quiet, Nyarlathotep is speakingSNM: Who?Nyarlathotep, The Black Pharaoh. You should consider your self lucky to hear his holy words. Now kneel before you are destroyed. Unless you want the most horrific nightmares you will EVER experience, don't sleep tonight. Continue, oh Haunter of the Dark. SNM: Weirdo-BRB: Georgia Cheryl, do you have been in a big mac sister debut. How will you vision for the WWC differ from those ancestry Can, Cold, windy Day Days? [glow=gray,2,300] I am glad that you asked that question, Boiler Room Brawler.
For you see, you are the next part of my agenda. [/glow]*BRB points to himself in surprise.* BRB: Digicorp a job in the burb, Majority Shareholder? Of the land before time did it again. [glow=gray,2,300] Yes, it regards your job and your position in the WWCF... [/glow]BRB: Leave me hangin' boss- [glow=gray,2,300] Silence! [/glow]*Everyone goes quiet.* [glow=gray,2,300] Boiler Room Brawler, I have observed you over the past week and by the powers vested in me, I have reached a decision: you are hereby suspended until you are deemed mentally and physically capable of wrestling. [/glow]*SNM is shocked and looks at BRB, who can only look back in shock himself. Jeremy Dupoe smirks with sinister glee.* BRB: But... [glow=gray,2,300] No buts... Lawrence.
You need help and you must go. [/glow]BRB: But... I don't want to go... [glow=gray,2,300] I knew it would come to this: Security... take him away. [/glow]*A horde of security guards come out to escort BRB away. Sarah is flabbergasted at these events, while DuPoe seems to start chortling.* SNM: This wasn't supposed to happen...[glow=gray,2,300] Your Majority Shareholder has spoken. [/glow]*The black silhouette disappears from the Craptron as BRB fights the security guards off, but they eventually hoist him up by his arms and legs and carry him away.* SNM: (shaken) Ladies and gentlemen... that was... Boiler Room Brawler. I am Sarah Nakatomi-Michaels... And this was.. the Boiler Plaza... Hoss: Damn...I feel sorry for BRB, but he's obviously in no condition to wrestle after taking that severe blow to the head in the Money In The Bank Or Botch ladder match at GookerMania. I'd feel even sorrier if he continued to wrestle and deteriorated even more as a result. This is the right thing to do. Up next, the debut of...CRULK!*As we come back from Commercial, Steve Rollins is already standing in the ring. Slowly the Arena fills with smoke as It's A Fight By Three Six Mafia begins to play. as Crulk makes his way down the entrance ramp with a smug grin on his face.Once the Bell rings . Steve Rollins immediately tries a running drop kick to the massive Crulk which connects but has little effect on the giant who is unmoved. Rollin's whose now laying on the mat from the drop kick stares at the giant in amazement. Jesse King: Well , Rest In Piece Steve Rollins. We hardly knew ya' Gorilla Tim Hoss: Will you stop it? This match has barley begun. Jesse King: What do you mean this match is halfway over!Crulk begins to laugh which allows Rollins the chance to stand up and charge the beneath with an outstretched arm. Unfortunately for Rollins' Crulk ducks under the arm and hits Rollins with a back body drop on the rebound. Rollins slams into the mat face first with a loud splat that causes a fifth of the audience to gasp in awe. Jesse King: Told You. Gorilla Tim Hoss: One move is not going to put Rollin's down , King. This man has alot of fight in him and you know what they say , it's not the size of the dog in the fight , it's the size of the fight in the dog. Jesse King: Yeah , Well whoever said that never saw Crulk in action. After a few more moments of laughter from Crulk , Rollin's gets to his feet. He has a glazed over look in his eyes and it's clear he's still wobbly from the back body drop. Nevertheless Rollin's attempts to suplex the massive mountain of muscle infront of him. Gorilla Tim Hoss: Oh look at that! Rollin's going for a suplex on Crulk! Wouldn't that be amazing? Jesse King: About as amazing as seeing pigs fly , Gorilla. After a few seconds of struggling , Crulk reverses Rollin's hold and has him up in a suplex position. Crulk holds rollins there for a few seconds as blood begins to rush to Steve Rollin's head , after about half a minute Crulk drops down and drives his opponents' head straight into the mat. A loud crunch can be heard as Rollin's body immediately goes limp. Gorilla Tim Hoss: Damn it , Jesse! This is no time for jokes. I swear to god Steve Rollin's neck is broken. That's not right , that man has a family and The Crulk just spiked him on his neck like that on purpose. Lloyd McFloyd better step in here , it's obvious Rollin's is in no shape to continue this match. Jesse King: Looks like he won't have too.Crulk nonchalantly goes for a pin on the broken and battered Rollins and McFloyd begins to make a fast count. 1 2 3 Lloyd McFloyd quickly leaps to his feet and gives the X sign to the EMTS in the back so they can come down and tend to Rollin's injured neck. Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well , Folks , The producer is telling us we have to go to commercial. Hopefully we'll have something for you about Steve Rollin's condition on the website later tonight. I just hope he's alright. That was a disgusting assault on another human being by Crulk. I hope Rollin's presses charges for that. Jesse King: It was a wrestling match , Gorilla. Plus , I don't think Rollin is in any shape to press charges against anyone . Unless he gets one of those voice boxes Stephen Hawkings uses with his motorized wheel chair.*Cut to commercials. Upon returning, we're treated to a shot of "The Hangman" Jonathan Stone Amigo backstage...* Hoss: I'm interested to hear what this man has to say! At GookerMania he defended his tag titles along with Ryan Bergman, but when ViVA and Mad Pirate Mulligan struck he just walked away and left Bergman to their mercy! Not only was he turning his back on his tag team partner, he was turning his back on his championship!AMIGO: You know, a lot of people nowadays talk about the WWCF having some conspiracy thing against them. Well, you know what? All of them can get in line, because I'm the first one the WWCF has f***ed over on a continuous basis.
It all started way back in the Summer of 2008. The year I was the first-ever WWCF World Heavyweight Champion. Now, if you go look at the official site, it says I had no successful defenses. Strike #1. Prior to forming the WWCF, I was working with CMLL down in Mexico. Now, you see I actually had two defenses of my belt down there. The first was against Evil M on 10/14/08 and the second was a rematch with Bob Schalpowitz on 10/21/08. Now, why is this ignored? Probably because the guy running it back then was Stevierichardsfan Babyface, and used the paper as coloring material.
Now, I'm not too mad, because I knew he was an idiot, but that brings me to Strike #2. After a while, I dethroned him and became the Commissioner. Let me tell you something. All you slapheads should get down on your hands and knees and thank me. Why? Because I saved the WWCF. His reign was a complete debacle. Snot-faced punks like Lionel wouldn't have had a job if it wasn't for me!
Cut to a little while afterwords, finally, it was time for me to take back my prize! It was me VS, hey, Jazzman for the belt. Shame that asshole faked a DQ and retained his belt. And I didn't even get a rematch for it. Strike #3.
And then, here we are again, this time it's Jay Carroll. As usual, I'm beating the shit out of him, until a certain someone whose name shall not be spoken wins it for him. And I don't get a rematch. Strike #4. True, I cut a pound of flesh from him in the end, but still no match
Now, fast-forward to this year. If you look at the website, says The General beat me twice for the Hardcore title. Of course, that is a lie. It was very clever of them, as they cut the footage and manipulated it so it looks like The General beat me the first time, but I actually won that match, and then they fake it so the belt's off. Strike #5. Hoss: Fans, you could say he had some valid points before, but on that one he is just lying. AMIGO: Of course, I could go on, but the point is made. Simply put, these bastards have tried to ruin my career multiple times. But, as luck would have, a chance meeting occurred. See, I knew Whitey Fats was rich, but I didn't know how much influence he had, and much resources too. All I had to do to get my wish was to throw the match.
Well, no one was fooled that me and Bergman would last. So, I did it. And now, it's time to reveal my prize.*Opens the case, and pulls out a crimson title belt* AMIGO: This isn't a WWCF belt. Because f*** them, this is MY belt! It is the World Openweight Blood and Guts Hardcore Brass Knuckles Deathmatch Title. I am it's first champion! And not only that, you want it? You have to go through it's own commissioner, who Whitey gave me, and it's organization rules to get a chance at the big time.
The WWCF can't mess with me this time! I control my own destiny, and with this belt, I shall forge my true legacy in the blood of it's challengers!Jesse King – The "World Openweight Blood and Guts Hardcore Brass Knuckles Deathmatch Title"?Tim Hoss – I'm amazed you were able to remember the full name, even so soon after he said it. We'll have to wait and see if anybody takes Amigo up on this challenge. But apprently the rest of ViVA Inc. is on its way to the ring right now!]*"No World For Tomorrow" by Coheed and Cambria hits on the PA system, as Vincent Van Agony walks to the ring alone, looking very, very proud. Viva makes his way into the ring, and grabs a mic. Viva: “Guess what? Go on, guess what? That’s right, the while Whitey Fats may be gone, the strongest stable in the WWCF is still in control of this company, and I, Vincent Van Agony, soon to be WWCF World Champion, would like to welcome the latest members of the newly christened Viva Inc. *Wake Up by Rage against the Machine hits. Frank Castle makes his way to the ring sneering at the crowd. Castle enters the ring and shakes Viva by the hand. Viva gives him the mic and makes a sweeping gesture to the crowd, inviting him to speak.* Frank Castle: You can all shut up. Right now. You have no idea what I have been through, the pain I’ve experienced up until now. All of that pain was born the day I came back from the Gulf to find that my wife had left me and taken my children. I spent 18 years looking for her, only to find she was in the hands of Whitey Fats. I’ll be honest with you, men like him, in the past, I’d have chopped into little pieces and thrown him into the Hudson River. But I didn’t do that, because I thought that my wife might never take me back. I was trying to do the decent thing for her. So I decided to play by the rules, sign up for this wrestling business, if it meant winning her back legitimately. It’s a good job I did, because had I dealt with Whitey initially, I’ve have dealt with the wrong person.Viva: You know something Frank, I think it’s about time I reunited you kids - would you like that?FC: Please do.*Viva points to the back, where Kate Castle comes striding down the ramp, obviously angry. She gets into the ring and walks right up to Viva. Frank watches impassively, but reaches into his coat and produces a manila envelope* Kate Castle: Are you mad, I thought Whitey and you were going to protect me from him? You know he’s nuts, he’ll beat me to within an inch of my life, how can you claim to protect women if you’re going to take this scum in?Viva: Whoa there Katie, before you go any further, you should know this wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. Frank didn’t just wander down last night and do this on the fly. We’ve been talking for weeks and weeks on end. You know why, because Frank sent me these.*Castle hands Viva the envelope* Viva: Y’see, Frank’s had you followed, and he came to me with these pictures. We at Viva Inc. don’t ask for much girl, and Hell, I’ll even admit it was fun seeing Frank’s face while Whitey was giving you some good lovin’, but one thing Whitey demands, from everyone, as do I, is loyalty. See, I can understand how Frank felt when he saw Whitey and you, cos Whitey felt the same when I saw you with this loser. You were taking his money, living in his house, you had it all, and yet you were throwing it away by boffing some low life, not even your husband? KC: It’s not what you think…Viva: Isn’t it? Frank ain’t the only one with sources, Whitey had me and Mulligan make some enquiries, and they turned up a few of your friends when you were still with Frank. *Looks at Castle* This won’t be news to you I’m sure Frank, as it seems she wasn’t the paragon of virtue when she was with you either. This woman did more bed hopping than nymphomaniac frog. They also said Frank never laid a finger on you either, so I think you’ve been telling a few lies. I hate liars, so I decided to give Frank a call. We’ve been comparing notes, and Frank convinced me, and I convinced Frank. So we made a deal. I reunite the happy couple, and Frank comes on Viva Inc’s retainer.KC: *Looks at Frank* I thought you loved me?FC: And I thought you loved me, but it just goes to show how we can all be wrong sometimes, doesn’t it darling? You’ve got no choice now Kate. You ran away from me to be protected from me, and then you screwed your protector, literally and figuratively. So get out of my sight, and don’t come back. I won’t spend another second searching for you, because it turns out you aren’t what I wanted to find.Viva: Oh, and don’t think you can go raiding that bank account Whitey opened for you, it’s already cleaned out, and guess what else is in here? *Viva reaches into the envelope* This here’s a court order, granting Frank here custody of his two boys, so when they finish college, their dad is their legal guardian. I think we’re done here, don’t you Frank?KC: You can’t do this to me!FC: We just did - think yourself lucky I don’t hate you enough to dump you in the Antarctic with a .38 and no coat. Get out of my life Kate, get out of our children’s lives, and never come back.*Kate Castle leaves, scowling* FC: *At the crowd* Now don’t think this is an excuse to start cheering me - I’m changing. Whitey Fats showed me how cowardly people are. That man in the pictures, he’s here, in this organisation, and Viva wants to help me find him, and hurt him, so I’m more than willing to take any help I can get. In return, I’m going to help Viva get what he wants - complete and utter domination of this business. Scum like Drakin and Michaels? They’re just the start. Pretty boy ladies men who think they have a divine right to everything because of their looks and athleticism. They have a right to nothing. I’ve decided that people like that deserve to be hurt. So all of your heroes, all of your favourites, are now in my sights. I don’t step back, I don’t give an inch, because pretty boy scum like this is about to get beaten, disfigured and brutally injured.*Viva grins and slaps Castle on the back.* Viva: As a token of my goodwill Frank, I’ve got you a gift - sort of a peace offering.*Viva hands Castle a small yellow box. Castle opens it, and brings out a tazer gun* Viva: With thanks, from Viva Incorporated, but don’t leave yet Frank, because part two of our new member unveiling is coming up…*Iron Man by Black Sabbath plays. Frank and Viva look on as the new WWCF Hardcore Champion, Smokin Vokoun walks out. Smokin Vokoun walks out with the Hardcore belt around his waist. He has a determined look on his face as he walks. Vokoun enters the ring. Frank and Vokoun shake hands ahead of their tag match. Smokey walks over to the center of the ring and embraces Viva. Viva, with a huge smile on his face, raises Vokoun's arm. Viva then hands Smokin Vokoun the mic. Vokoun: Oh.....ARE YOU LOSERS SURPRISED?!!!! You're all dumber than I thought you were. You see the WWCF, in all of their infinite wisdom, would have you believe that Viva Inc is the biggest cancer in the company. That Viva and co...will be the death of the World Wrestlecrap Federation. So why, would I join a group, that is being classified as a cancer? BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE THE WWCF....DIE!!!!!!!! About two weeks ago, I had a tag team match...with Whitey Fats...and against the Punisher. I didn't know it at the time, but that match, made more impact with me than any match I've ever had. Because, two days after that match I got knock on my door. It was the World Heavyweight Champion. We almost went to blows before he calmed me down. Then he started talking. And let me tell you...WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT MADE A WHOLE LOT OF F***ING SENSE!!!! You see...Whitey Fats knows what it's like to be held down by backstage politcs. He knows what it's like to have heat backstage for stupid reason. Whitey Fats showed me, that it's possible to rise above bulls*** politics. Because, look at him now. He's the best in the world. There is no one in this world that is better than Whitey Fats. Then again, there is no one else quite as good as ViVA in this world. Neither is Mad Pirate Mulligan...and neither is The Punisher. Because I also look at this group and I see Mad Pirate Mulligan...a man, who should have a belt around his waist by now....BUT HE DOESN'T BECAUSE OF BACKSTAGE POLITICS!!! AND THE PUNISHER SHOULD BE A CHAMPION...BUT HE ISN'T BECAUSE OF BACKSTAGE POLITICS!!!! And Vincent Van Agony...oh he was a Champion...ONE OF THE BEST OF ALL TIME!!! AND BACKSTAGE POLITICS SCREWED WITH HIM TOO!!!! And since I've gotten here a year and a half ago. I've been screwed over and screwed over. I've given you all my sob story so I'm not gonna bore all of you. These men, that are standing behind me....are the REAL WWCF SUPERSTARS!!!! We are all kindred spirits, fighting for what we believe is our. Whitey Inc, is gonna take over the WWCF...and KILL IT FROM WITH IN!!!! We are holding the the AK 47 at the head of the WWCF...AND I'M GONNA PULL THE DAMN TRIGGER!!!!!! *Vokoun hands the mic back to Viva, as the tag match gets ready to start* Michael Muffer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, having made their entrances already and weighing in at a combined 566 lbs, representing ViVA Inc, they THE PUNISHER and the WWCF Hardcore Champion: THE SMOKIN' VOKOUN! Hoss: Castle may be innocent of beating his wife, but he's admitted to doing far worse to other human beings than just hitting them, and in my mind he is one sick bastard. As for my opinions on Vokoun, I've said pretty much all I care to. Michael Muffer: Their opponents!*"Cry for Help"* Michael Muffer: First, hailing from Strafford, NH, and weighing in at 230 lbs..."The Head Detective" AARON ENIGMA!*Purple pyro goes off before Aaron appears holding up his magnifying glass out on the entrance ramp. He brings the magnifying glass to his face and looks through it as he points to the crowd. He walks down the ramp high-fiving the crowd and eventually gives his magnifying glass and fedora to a fan. As he gets to the bottom of the ramp he stops and waits for his partner. The arena goes dark* *"Virus"* Michael Muffer: And his partner! Hailing from Baltimore, MD, and weighing in at 208 lbs...he is the Commissioner of the WWCF...RYAN BLOOD!*Jets of blue flame shoot up at the top of the ramp, illuminating Blood standing with his head bowed. He looks up and fixes a stare on Punisher and Vokoun as he walks down to join Aaron, the arena being bathed in blue lighting as he does. As he reaches the end of the ramp the lighting returns to normal. He and Enigma discuss strategy for a moment and then enter the ring. Lloyd McFloyd calls for the bell* Punisher & Smokin' Vokoun vs. Aaron Enigma & Ryan Blood Hoss: To tell you how this match came about, fans, Aaron Enigma was in the corner of Jonathan Michaels during JoNo's match at GookerMania. Punisher made a surprise appearance and attacked Aaron, which we now know he did at the behest of Whitey Fats! The Head Detective did not appreciate this, and a challenge was thrown down. King: Yeah, and then Ryan Blood and Vokoun got involved, making it a tag match! These teams hate each other and have spent most of the last week saying so. Hoss: Blood also made a promise that if Vokoun and Punisher beat him and Enigma, then Vokoun would earn the right to challenge for the #1 contendership of any title he wanted to, at a time when he's not already a champion.*Enigma and Vokoun start the match. Vokoun throws a punch at Aaron, who ducks and lands a blow to Vokoun's stomach! Vokoun lets out a grunt of pain, but immediately comes back with a headbutt that rocks Enigma! Vokoun starts stalking his opponent and takes him down with a big lariat!* Hoss: While he's a despicable human being, there is no denying the toughness of the Smokin' Vokoun! King: You can deny it, but you can also deny that there's gravity. Either way, you get proven wrong real quick.*Vokoun tags in Punisher, who advances on Enigma and ends any hope of the Head Detective regaining his feet with a big running boot to the face! Punisher catches his opponent in a choking chinlock and proceeds to start strangling the life out of him* Hoss: It's a choke, but apparently it's legal, and we know very well that Frank Castle is not averse to fighting dirty! King: In other words, he has LONGER than five! And that's bad for Aaron!*Enigma gasps for breath. Despite his predicament, he's able to reach the ropes and force the break. As Punisher finally lets him go, he slumps to the mat lifelessly* King: STILL bad for Aaron!*Punisher tags Vokoun back in, and Vokoun crosses the ring toward Enigma with a mad grin spread across his face* Hoss: What can this sociopath have in mind for Aaron Enigma?*As Vokoun goes for the Chicago Claw, Enigma's hand suddenly shoots up and grabs his wrist! Before Vokoun can react, Enigma whips him into the corner with Blood, who nails him with a roundhouse kick to the back of the head right as Vokoun hits the turnbuckles! Vokoun Flair flops forward, facedown as McFloyd starts a ten count on Vokoun and Enigma* Hoss: Enigma reaching down and summoning the energy for that irish whip, and his partner did the rest! Some nice teamwork by Enigma and Blood, considering they've never tagged together before! King: Blood's a former World Tag Team Champion. I don't like how he betrayed Colt, but I'll love watching him beat on Vokoun! Hell, I love to watch ANYBODY beat on Vokoun!*Enigma uses the ropes to pull himself up as Vokoun vigorously shakes his head and slaps himself to help regain full consciousness. Vokoun looks up in time to see Enigma nail him with a running high knee strike that sends him through the ropes to the outside!* Hoss: What an impact there as Aaron Enigma's knee connected with Vokoun's face!*Enigma tags in Blood, who enters the ring quickly and watches Vokoun on the outside. As soon as Vokoun's almost up, Blood charges across the length of the ring and flies through the ropes to crash into Vokoun with a suicide dive! Vokoun's driven back into the barrier and goes down again* King: That was a pretty good impact too, Gorilla! *Blood pulls Vokoun up to prop him against the barrier, and starts hitting him with rapid and stiff roundhouse kicks to face! It isn't long before Vokoun is bleeding, and the WWCF Commissioner rolls in and out of the ring to restart the count before going on the offense again* Hoss: And the Commissioner is kicking the hell out of the Hardcore Champion! King: Fun to watch, isn't it Gorilla! Hoss: I try to remain impartial most of the time, but considering how that man beat the hell out of both of us, yeah, it is fun to watch.*Blood goes to whip Vokoun into the ring apron, but Vokoun reverses! Blood hits the steel ring frame hard and gasps in pain, barely managing to remain upright...and now Vokoun tears into him! Vokoun hammers at his opponent's face with punches and finally sends Blood crashing to the arena floor with a Bionic Elbow! Now Blood has also been busted open! Enigma decides he's tired of standing around, vaults to the top rope, and dives down to the floor to take Vokoun off his feet with a mid-air clothesline! Punisher responds by jumping down to the floor, running around the ring to where the other three guys are, and taking Enigma down with a running uppercut!* Hoss: Punisher is now the only one left standing! King: Damn, those guys are bleeding all over the place!*Punisher rolls Vokoun back into the ring, then picks up Blood and does the same with him, stopping the ten count. Punisher then turns his attention to the rising Aaron Enigma--who catches him with a sitout jawbreaker on the floor!* Hoss: Jawbreaker from Enigma evens things back up!*Enigma slams Punisher's head into the ring apron to take the last bit of fight out of him, and then whips him into the steel ring post! Punisher hits hard and collapses to the floor, and Enigma, satisfied for the moment, returns to his corner* Hoss: BAH GAWD, did you hear the sound of Punisher hitting that ring post?! King: They must've heard that clang all the way in the parking lot, Gorilla!*The two crimson-masked legal men inside the ring are both groggily picking themselves up, and as one turn their heads to stare at one another hatefully. They charge at one another, but Blood's a second quicker as he hits Vokoun with an enzuigiri! Vokoun stumbles back and forth, out on his feet, and Blood grabs him to go for a hip toss--blocked by a very-quickly recovered Vokoun, who takes Blood down with a stiff lariat!* Hoss: Vokoun coming back quickly from a hard kick to the head, which not a lot of competitors are capable of! King: He is NOT an easy guy to put down or keep down!*Vokoun gets first to his hands and knees, then to one knee, then stands up, and pulls up the unmoving Ryan Blood for a release German suplex--Blood flips all the way over and lands on his feet! As Vokoun's getting up, Blood catches him and delivers a release German of his own, this one sending Vokoun crashing into the turnbuckles! Blood stumbles forward and then sinks to one knee from the strain* Hoss: Amazing agility from Ryan Blood! I think this time Vokoun is gonna take his time getting up!*As Blood fights to cross the ring and tag in Enigma, Punisher has recovered enough from his collision with the ring post to get back in his corner, which happens to be the one that Vokoun was suplexed into moments before. The result is another simultaneous tag, and both Punisher and Enigma are into the ring within seconds!* Hoss: Tags made, and once again these two men who've come to despise one another in the last week have a chance to hurt one another!*Enigma hits Punisher with a dropkick, and goes for a vertical suplex, but Punisher blocks it and hits one of his own! He picks up Enigma to go for a neckbreaker, but Enigma puts a stop to that with a backslide!* One! Two! Kickout! Hoss: Near fall by Enigma!*Both men up and Punisher is rocked by a series of muay thai elbows and kicks from Enigma, who finishes him off with a sitout inverted suplex slam! Enigma sets up for the Brilliant Deduction, but before he can hit it Punisher comes to life and elbows him repeatedly in the head until Enigma's forced to release him and stumble away! Punisher goes for the Endgame, but Enigma ducks at the last second! Enigma whips Punisher into his and Blood's corner--reversal! Enigma crashes into the turnbuckles and Castle charges after him, but is cut off by Blood tagging himself in and nailing him with a rolling elbow and then a discus clothesline!* Hoss: Timely intervention by Ryan Blood!*Blood springs up and charges across the ring to knock Vokoun off the apron with a forearm shot! He turns around and brings his attention back to the Punisher, goes for an Arabian press--Punisher's gets his knees up! Blood rolls away, groaning and clutching his midsection. And it's right about then that a pissed off Smokin' Vokoun, having shaken off the forearm shot and unexpected fall, storms around the ring and locks on the Chicago Claw through the ropes! Blood's eyes widen in shock and he flails madly, trying to get free! McFloyd screams at Vokoun that he's not the legal man and to break the hold!* Hoss: I have to question Blood's judgment here. I have an idea what he was thinking--he wanted to remove Vokoun from the equation so it'd be two on one for a while--but he should know by now that it takes more than just one forearm shot. King: I agree, Gorilla. All he did was piss the guy off! He should've just kept on dishing the punishment out to Castle. I didn't mean that as a pun, it just happened.*Enigma hops down to the floor and gets Vokoun off of Blood by hitting him with a back suplex! Meanwhile, Castle is back up, and is stalking Blood, who seems half-conscious and in the midst of a coughing fit. As soon as Blood is up, he gets hit by the Endgame!* One! Two! Three! Michael Muffer: Here are your winners: The Punisher and Smokin' Vokoun! Hoss: Damn! Regardless of my opinions of certain participants, that was a great match, with the team from ViVA Inc. pulling out the victory. King: Something tells me that there's still bad blood between everybody. Hoss: When we come back, The Richlen Show! King: Oh crap...[/center]
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 4, 2011 5:04:16 GMT -5
*"E LE VA TION!!!!"
A single blast of red pyro goes off to kick off "Elevation" by U2 and the lights go flashing white and red as Shaelin Marie O'Hara gets in the ring and grabs a mic:*
I know a lot of you were looking forward to The Richlen Show tonight, and it's on the way, but before we start, I'd like to take a minute to talk about last week and Gookermania.
Now, I realize that not everything last week was what a lot of us would exactly call "hunky-dory," and honestly, I can't really blame you. But there was one particularly bright moment in it all, and that was the Inter-Forum Championship match!
*Shaelin gestures toward the Craptron, which shows highlights of Gus Richlen's IF title victory over Caleb Fourchon at Gookermania.*
Which leads me to announce that tonight, you are seeing the return of THE RICHLEN SHOW!!!!
*There is that annoying male chorus of "THE RICHLEN SHOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!" which clearly irritates Shaelin.*
Now, just because I'm a girl does NOT mean I'll put up with that crap with more ease than Ricky does. So stop it. This is the only time I'm warning you.
Now, without further ado, it is my great pleasure to introduce to you your NEW Inter-Forum Champion, the man I love to call "Ricky," the Lord Of The Machine Shop himself, Gus Richlen!!!!
*"THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF, THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY. IT'S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD. KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!"
The pyro is more prevalent than normal as Gus Richlen, still with stitches in his forehead but still proudly wearing the Inter-Forum Championship diagonally starting from his right shoulder, heads to the ring. Once there, he and Shaelin hug for a few moments before she passes another mic to him:*
After Gookermania, I could not have asked for a better welcome tonight, but I think every person in attendance is vocally giving my girl a run for her money.
*MASSIVE CHEERING*
See, last week, I did more than just end my PPV winless streak. I did more than just win a match at the biggest event of the year. I did more than just join a list of great Inter-Forum Champions.
At Gookermania, I prove that I am a man of my word. I said that I would be the new Inter-Forum Champion. I kept my promise. I said that I would silence the naysayers. I kept my promise. I said I woul beat Caleb Fourchon. I kept my promise.
Now, I have another promise to keep, another accomplishment to put on my list. I intend to do what I failed to do as tag team champion and Champion of Honor, and that is successfully defend my Inter-Forum Championship. Now, while I'll likely never be on the same level with this belt as Above Average was, I wouldn't mind having my own dominance as champion.
Which is why I have decided that it is in my best interest for me to focus on defending this against all opponents rather than participate in the tournament to crown a new WWCF World Champion. Because, quite frankly-
*No World For Tomorrow*
*Vincent Van Agony stands at the top of the ramp. He looks over at a visibly irritated and riled up Gus Richlen, and begins addressing him.*
Hey, buddy, congrats! You finally proved you could win under pressure. Proud of you!
And hey... look, it's probably a good thing you aren't looking to go after the WWCF World Heavyweight Title. You should take it slow, and realistically, if I don't win the tournament, it's only a matter of time before I step in that ring and beat whoever is keeping the title warm for me. I digress...
I'd be lying if I told you that Inter-Forum title you've got over your shoulder didn't look pretty good as well, and from what I've heard, everything can be had, for a price. Luckily for me, Whitey's left his checkbook. So what do you say. What's it going to be? A million? Two point five? It'd be a pleasure doing business with you.
Sounds like he's thinking in zeroes, Shaelin.
Think you could add more, Viva?
Yeah. That sounds great.
How about zero hundred zero zero million, zero hundred zero zero thousand, zero hundred zero zero dollars and zeroty cents?
Oh wait, Shaelin isn't included, so you'd have to pay extra, as in zero-
Wait. That's the wrong usage of zeroes.
How about twenty googol?! 101 zeroes, I dunno. I think our asking prices might even make Whitey Fats go pale.
I dunno. I like my application of zeroes better-
I expected you to play knight in shining armor. Doesn't surprise me at all. I've been hearing around that you've got something you want to say to me? I hear you've been running your mouth backstage, calling me a coward, a low life, and I admit, I sold you short. You're a champion now. No question about it. But if you've got something to address with me, you say it to my f***ing face. I've given you the venue, whether you wanted it or not. Now spill it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOOOOOAAAAA, calm down, there, man. Just because we decided to ruin your logic with a touch of humor doesn't give you reason to blow a fuse. I mean, I tend to expect interruptions. I just don't expect them to become instantly hostile like that.
Oh wait, who am I talking to again? Never mind. You've been kinda showing a bit of a very bad temper lately. I mean, who HAVEN'T you verbally tried to rip to shreds lately?
And then you also come out here and try to BUY us? I think I speak for Ricky when I say, You really expected us to just say, "OK, we'll go for the money and leave everything else behind?"
But let's face it: you didn't just show up to reel me in or anything.
To fault a guy for trying is preeeetty nearsighted, but I wouldn't expect anything else from you. By the by, being blunt doesn't mean I'm 'verbally ripping' anyone 'to shreds.' The truth f***ing hurts, Gussy. In fact, it was probably the truth that led you to your first title win. Let's face it, man. I called you out, and you pushed yourself. Now, you've risen. You're the cream of the crop. You can thank me for that.
Don't you remember when I was on commentary? I was firmly planted in your corner. I've always knew you had what it took. It's a shame I had to berate your ass to elevate you, but it is what it is. You're welcome.
No, but seriously. You talked big game, said you had things you wanted to address with me. Address them
First off, do not call me "Gussy." I have always hated that name, and for that you can be glad that you're all the way down there and not up here.
Secondly, your days on commentary were a long time ago. Back then you had my respect because you were stuck there through no fault of your own. Perhaps that's the only thing I can't blame Hideo for: you would've gladly taken any help offered you to get you your chance at revenge.
But then it went from payback on Colt to being more than willing to help Hideo force his daughter marry someone she despised. And then, after Ryan Blood, BRB, and I assisted Jonathan Michaels in putting a stop to that and after Hideo's unfortunate demise, you started going off on disjointed rants about conspiracies and s*** like that. And then you joined Whitey, Inc. and became as bad as he is.
And now you're saying s*** about how you're taking his crew and taking over the show? Allow me to explain why, unlike the Pantheon, it ain't gonna work:
First off, you're dealing with a large group of egos. Part of the reason the Pantheon was such a problem was because they left those at the door. But put you and Vokoun in the same room, and while nobody in your group will ever admit it, you can hear the egos clashing like so many angry cats in a cardboard box.
Speaking of which, number two: you saw what guys like Punisher, Amigo, and Vokoun are capable of doing. But suppose one of them gets WAAAAAAYYYYYY out of hand. Are you even going to TRY to control them if the outcry is great enough?
Third, what's to say one or more of your charges isn't in the band for his own reasons and would have no problem kicking you to the curb to get what he wants? Or maybe they just want to pull a CM Punk and only joined to be a problem for you?
But most importantly, what if Whitey comes back and decides he wants his stable back, yet you've had your taste of power and decide you want it all for yourself? You think he's going to just let it all slide, that he won't have a problem with it? And don't tell me it won't happen, because while I may be one of the youngest guys on the roster, I'm not a f***in' idiot.
If Whitey comes back, this stable is his. I'd merely suggest we keep the name, because frankly, it rolls off the tongue. He is the architect. I'm merely second in command, dude. I'll keep his seat more than warm for him. And hey, if the people within my ranks decide that I'm a better leader, than I'll keep this for myself. That's something he'd have to deal with. I'm more than capable of handling myself with anyone in the WWCF, something I'm sure you're well aware of.
Oh, and to make myself clear, never once said I was taking over the show. Don't put words in my mouth, bitch. If I want to say something, you'll hear it loud and clear. Paraphrasing me only leads to gross accusations and inaccuracies.
Which brings me to your next question.
*Vincent Van Agony begins walking down the ramp.*
Suggesting that I need to keep anyone in check is hilarious. Suggesting that I CAN'T keep anyone in check is even more farcical. The fact of the matter is this, no one in this federation can beat me. There is NO one here that can outfight me. Now, if someone on my team makes the conscious decision to challenge me, then they will be dealt with. That applies to Smokin' Vokoun, Amigo, or Punisher. And it's not personal, but I can guarantee you that if any of them push me, I will push them back.
And believe me, it's not a challenge. The agony I seek to inflict on those held accountable for the poor booking that plagues the WWCF has nothing to do with them. But if they stand in my way, like anyone else, they will be moved to the side. Whether that is by force or otherwise. So, to answer your question... No, I won't try to control them. But if they get out of hand, and if they cause anything to the detriment of our unified cause, then they will have to answer for that. No one will be left unaccounted for.
*Vincent Van Agony starts climbing the stairs.*
I see where you're going with this, man, and you're wrong. My reasons for joining Whitey, now ViVA, Inc. Was not because I want to exact revenge on Colt. Hell, I hold more of a grudge towards Jonathan Michaels for killing Hideo Nakatomi. It was through the actions of both of them that I started to realize what was going on here. If you weren't with them, with guys like Seth Drakin, Jonathan Michaels, Colt, then you were completely expendable and you'd be made a fool of.
You think it made any sense for me to be booked to lose against Seth Drakin at Gookermania 3? That f***ing match would have made me a star. But because I didn't tow the company lines, and I had issues outside of the WWCF with drug and alcohol abuse, I took one of the dumbest losses in WWCF history. That was strike one.
I was taken out of the WWCF by Colt, for no god damn reason. I could have been booked to face him in a match, and god damnit, I probably would have won. I wasn't even booked to face him. Viva Los Bio Dome at the time, a former f***ing World Champion, was booked as FODDER for the Pantheon. I was buried by people who just a few months prior thought I was good enough to carry this company. That was strike two.
And you know, the straw that broke the camels back, I repackage myself. I legit study martial arts to become a wrestler this federation is sorely lacking; the cerebral assassin. I do it because I want to prove my worth to this company. I return, triumphantly, and quickly I'm booked to job in my first three matches back. Strike, f***ing, three.
If the WWCF isn't going to take me seriously as a competitor, then I'll give them no choice. And I think that maybe, just maybe, there are people within the ranks of ViVA, Inc. that feel the same. I wouldn't expect you to understand, Mr. Champion. You're part of the Good Old Boys network. You're part of the problem.
*Vincent Van Agony steps under the middle rope, and rests on them nonchalantly.*
And I'll put up with a lot of s***. But I'm not going to put up with you planting the seeds of dissension in my group of frankly, some of the best this piece of s*** fed has to offer.
Now, since this is no business of yours, you're going to do yourself a favor, and stay the f*** out of my affairs.
*Vincent Van Agony steps towards Gus Richlen, and gets face to face with him.*
Do I make myself crystal, Gussy?
*The look in Richlen's eye and the tone in his voice could uncook and refreeze a turkey:*
No, I'M going to make a few things clear to YOU, Viva.
First of all, to insist that I am part of a "'Good Ol' Boys' network" is pure unadulterated bulls*** and you know it. If that were the case, then why did I go on an eight-match losing streak? If that were the case, then why did I fail to win a match on PPV until Gookermania? If that were the case, why did I fail to successfully defend either the WWCF World Tag Team Championship or the Championship of Honor? Fact is, you don't have an answer, MR. CHAMPION. Yeah, you forgot that, didn't you? You forgot that the same booking you rail against on a daily basis booked you to win the tag titles at Gookermania in addition to a briefcase in MITBOB. The same booking you and Vokoun spend so much time bitching about gave Vokoun the Hardcore Championship. The same booking you bitch about had you lasting longer than me at both Survivor Team Challenge Series and BattleBowl. For all the whining you do about booking, you sure as hell seem to benefit a lot from it.
You also made the mistake of lumping me in your conspiracy with Colt, when you know full damn well that I do not like Colt and I do not respect Colt.
But there's one other thing that I have no choice but to make clear to you, Viva:
You say that you do not want a civil war. You say you don't want power. You say you don't want control. I wish I could believe you, Viva. I really do. I wish I could just look the other way and just hope for the best, hoping that this doesn't end up worse than when the Pantheon ran roughshod. But I know in my heart that I cannot, in good conscience, do that.
Because I know all too well that you and your gang will want something, and you will want it so bad you'll go through anyone and anything to get it, and there'll be somebody who will stand in your way, and no matter what you do, no matter how non-hostile you try to be, that person will be as unmovable as the Badlands in the Great Plains. And your desire for that thing will be so consuming that you finally snap and unleash your rage in the worst way imaginable or unimaginable. It happened with the Pantheon, and you can rest assured that no matter what you say, it will happen again with you.
Now I'm going to say this once and once only to you and you crew, so you had better listen carefully because this will be your ONLY warning.
As long as you leave me and Shaelin to our own devices and you and your gang do not decide to wreak abosute havoc in this company, then you will have nothing to worry about as far as I am concerned.
But if you EVER take it upon yourself to f*** with me or Shaelin, and ESPECIALLY with Shaelin, then Aaron Enigma, Jonathan and Sara Michaels, and Seth Drakin will be THE VERY LAST people you had better f***ing worry about!
Don't threaten me dude, I'll make you the shortest reigning Inter-Forum Champion in WWCF History.
And lets call a spade a spade, bro. You basically just stated all the reasons you aren't a good wrestler, right? Yet, mysteriously, you've got a title around your waist? Hmm. I wonder how that happens. You lose eight in a row, get eliminated from big matches quickly, and now all of the sudden you're on top? You're second dog? Who decided that? You? Let's be honest here, dude. It goes both ways, whether you like it or not.
And while we're on the topic of 'booking' we had the MITBOB contracts set to expire. You bet your tasty sweet ass that we're gonna cash those suckers in. Those tag belts are now property of the illustrious ViVA, Inc.
Oh, and just for the record, we here at ViVA, Inc. actually respect women, and would never harm them. Who do you think we are? Seth Drakin? He beats women and gets rewarded with title shots. And that's exactly the kind of juxtaposition we're aiming to stop.
One last thing, Gussy. We're not out to prove anything to you. If you think we're in it for power, than we look forward to proving you wrong. We're here to inspire change. Period. We're ushering a new era of Pro Wrestling. One where you are given only what you deserve, and nothing more. No title shots afforded to people that haven't fought their way to the top. No more.
Love us or hate us, we're good for pro wrestling. And we're going to prove it.
*Shaelin starts shaking her head before Richlen can reply.*
I don't think you're getting through to him.
You're right. I'm not.
Viva, I really don't know what the hell I have to say or do to prove to you that there is no conspiracy, never has been, never will be. Only thing that comes to my mind is you're not The Miz, and I'm not Triple H.
And you think THAT was a threat? No, muchacho, that was a promise as per the usual. No, THIS is a threat: The more you keep calling me THAT name after I've warned you not to use it, the more likely it is that I'll find a name that YOU don't like and use it frequently. So don't give me any openings to do so.
Quite frankly, like I said, there's really no reasoning with a delusional man. And while I may have dared anyone to try their luck after Gookermania, you're pushing yours.
And if you want to keep beating the old "Seth Drakin is a woman-beater" dead horse, why are you not complaining about what the Pantheon did to Jessica Drakin before that? Or do you not like getting called out like that? Besides, you have no room to talk, considering all the things you've said about Sara Michaels.
Now, now, calm down, Shaelin. Let's not torment Viva any further than normal, even though in interrupting me, he really brought this one on himself.
Gussy, Gussy GUSSY. I don't have any respect for what the Pantheon did to Jessica Drakin either, but you don't retaliate by hitting women. You just don't. Women are goddesses, meant not to be touched. And Sara Nakatomi is a whore. She's the scum of the earth, and a murderer at that. Calling her a woman is like commending Hugh Hefner on his virility. Regardless though, Gussy, how are you going to get through to me when you're simply full of hope and wonder?
I'm jaded. I've been broken down by the system, and really, so has everyone else in ViVA, Inc. It's not something you can understand because you're still holding on to that hope. I let it go. I'm sorry you can't handle that.
...but seriously, Gussy.
*Vincent Van Agony steps into his face.*
There are consequences to meddling where you don't belong. And they're far worse than, "I'll think of something worse and call you that!" Or whatever meaningless threat you made. I can, and will hurt you. Back. The f***. Off.
*Vincent Van Agony drops the microphone and flips out of the ring. Richlen watches him for a moment, then delivers a parting shot:*
THEN DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.
*Richlen drops his mic and continues to glare at ViVA as he heads up the ramp.*
Michael Muffer: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a qualifier in the World Heavyweight Championship tournament! Introducing first...
*Galaxy News Radio - Let's go Sunning*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Lansing, Michigan and weighing in at 225 lbs. The General of the Monkey Army!
Hoss: I can't begin to express the amount of respect I have for this man, King. As hard as it was to throw in the towel I just couldn't stand to see something serious happen to him.
King: Of course you can respect him. After the beating he took I'm surprised he's managed to show his face here again. Better him then you or me though, I'll say that much.
At the mention of his name, The General of the Monkey Army appears on the stage with his cart full of WWCF products. Making his way down the ramp he begins tossing DVD's and books into the crowd. The wind-up monkey claps repeatedly in the child seat of the cart. Dancing merrily he continus tossing products about stopping to toss a few shirts before parking the cart near a corner of the ring, then slides in under the bottom rope.
Michael Muffer: And his opponent...
*Rock You Like A Hurricane by The Scorpions*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Rockland, Massachusetts and weighing in at 307 lbs. Evil M!
Hoss: M certainly would like to advance in this tournament I bet. No doubt the thought of holding the WWCF Championship an enticing one for him.
King: With all the buzz with Viva Inc., I would imagine that M's looking to perhaps start stamping out his own bit of buzz starting with The General.
As M's music hits he briskly walks onto the ramp. He voices his opinion of certain members of the audience along the way before climbing the steel steps and moving into the ring. Taking off his sunglasses he fakes a throw and pretends to watch them fly before stuffing them purposely in his jacket pocket then removes the jacket. Lloyd McFloyd checks both men over before calling for the bell.
Hoss: Things looking to get under way here with this one of the two scheduled tournament qualifiers here tonight.
Both men circle the ring before meeting in the middle to lockup. Evil M gives The General a quick shove which sends him back a few steps. Both men eye each other intently and circle the ring once again. As they come back in for the lockup, The General quickly moves to lock Evil M into an armbar. M grimaces slightly and The General moves to wrench it in harder.
Hoss: The General looking to start off early in trying to slow Evil M down. A bit of strategy from the former Hardcore champion.
King: Considering the size difference I can't say I'm surprised. That and this isn't a hardcore match so he's got to use what brains he's managed to conserve that Vokoun didn't bash out of him.
M moves to try and grab onto The General's head but The General twists the arm more to try and stop him. M backs off for a moment before gritting his teeth and pushing his opponent into the ropes. The ref starts a count, The General releasing at 3 as he is a bit surprised only to receive a stiff shot to the head. Taking The General's arm, M then irish whips him towards the opposing ropes.
Coming back, Evil M lifts The General up to perform a two handed chokebomb. As The General's feet dangle in mid-air however he manages to hold on to Evil M's arms and plants his feet into his mid-section, sending him up for an improvised monkey flip.
Hoss: And what a display from The General of the Monkey Army there!
King: Hmm, looked pretty damn sloppy to me, Gorilla. Say, considering the name, you aren't related to The General are you. Or drafted into his army?
Hoss: King, that has to be one of the most bizarre questions I think you've ever asked me.
Evil M is starting to get to his feet as The General moves to the ropes, rebounding off he looks to try and hit a clothesline only for M to time it just right to hit a powerslam. The ring shakes with the impact and The General winces, arching his back as M takes a moment to catch his breath before standing.
King: Woo! There goes Evil M with the power game! Cue the comeback!
As The General gets to his feet, Evil M hoists him up then proceeds to drop him onto his knee with a painful looking backbreaker. Letting his opponent remain there for a moment, M smiles wickedly before pushing The General off to land on the mat. The General has arched his back, favouring it slightly as M sends a boot to stomp down, followed by a second. Sneering, M, moves to bring The General to his feet once more.
Hoss: Evil M not seeming to be taking The General lightly in the early goings of this match, perhaps focusing on that back a bit. Singling a part out which we've seen him do before.
King: It's sound strategy. While The General was busy just trying to keep M down, M decided what he wanted to pick apart on his opponent.
M latches onto The General's arm, then proceeds to send him into a corner. As The General remains standing and some what dazed, M measures him up then runs at him, going for a running corner splash. The General however, spins, avoiding his opponent and Evil M crashes chest first into the turnbuckle. Stagging back, M turns slowly before receiving a boot to his gut, then a quick ddt. Both men are sprawled out on the mat, breathing heavily.
Hoss: And The General with the DDT out of nowhere! He's going for the pin!
The General slowly moves to get a cover on Evil M, draping an arm over his chest.
1!
2!
Kickout!
Hoss: Close, but not quite there.
King: Ha! It's going to take more then that to pin Evil M tonight I think.
M raises his arm before rolling away and starting to work to get to his feet. Likewise, The General moves to his feet and both men start to exchange rights, as the two go back and forth, The General gets the upper hand winds back, missing as Evil M ducks THe Monkey's Paw. Turning, The General walks into M as he moves to hoist The General up with both arms. The General strains and kicks his legs but to no avail as M hits the two handed chokebomb. Pushing The General's legs up he goes for the pin.
Hoss: Good lord now M with the pin attempt after that monsterous 'bomb!
King: Call it quits General, maybe get the monkey to help with that magic of his some more!
1!
2!
Kickout!
King: What?!
Hoss: The General showing that heart he is so well known for. Evil M seems to be a little beside himself.
Evil M shakes his head, looking to the ref and getting angry as the ref gives the signal of it being 2. The General is groggy as he rolls to his side. M, going to get The General back to his feet. Whipping him into the ropes, M bends down. As The General comes off the ropes though he levels a stiff kick to M's chest. The sound reverberates through the arena as M reaches to clutch his chest only to be met with a running knee lift. M is sprawled out as The General stumbles a bit. M is slow to respond as the knee lift hit hard.
Hoss: The General with a turn of fortune here and looking to capitalize!
King: Show this monkey who means business M!
Moving to M's feet, The General starts to take them into his hand only for M to put up resistance. Bringing his feet together he shoves The General off, sending him into the ropes.
King: Phew! There you go Evil M!
Getting back to his feet he looks to level The General with a clothesline. The General ducks it and stops himself, turning and continuing to duck as M rebounds off the ropes. The General latches on and hits a spinebuster onto M and quickly moves to grab onto his feet once more.
King: No, no no no!
Hoss: What a display here! He's looking for it! Can he get it?!
Twisting the legs, The General strains a bit but finally manages to get a reverse texas cloverleaf locked.
Hoss: Monkey wrench! Monkey wrench!
King: Get to the ropes M! Get to the ropes! Don't let this banana loving misfit take away your chance at the title!
Evil M strains, trying his best to drag himself to a rope. Just as it appears that he is about to reach it, The General makes a stand and pulls back and moves to wrap his legs around M to halt any further attempts. Lloyd McFloyd is checking with M as M continues to strain, trying deperately to reach the rope but slowly starting to realize that he isn't able to get any further momentum. Resigned, M raises his arm one last time then taps the mat. The ref calls for the bell immediately and The General relinquishes the hold.
Hoss: He did it! The General of the Monkey Army is moving on! What a match here folks!
King: Ahh! You were so close M!
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner, as a result of submission, The General of the Monkey Army!
Hoss: Bah gawd, there were those who said that the General couldn't do it, and he just proved them all wrong and advanced to the semi-finals of the tournament! We'll be right back!
*After commercials*
TH: Here we are at the main event, King.
JK: It's the last match of the first round of the WWCF Title Tournament.
WWCF World Title Tournament Round 1: Ryan Bergman versus Jonathan Michaels
TH: We have former Tag Team Champion Ryan Bergman facing off against Jonathan Michaels, who is none too pleased to have lost the main event at Gookermania two times in a row.
JK: He wasn't good enough both times though. Here's the smallest violin in the world. Bergman won his Gookermania main event, so Michaels should ponder that.
TH: Either way, this is the first chance for both men to compete for the WWCF World Title.
JK: Take it away Muffer...
MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The winner advances to the next round of the WWCF World Title tournament.
*Edge of Faith - Nemesis Theory*
*Bergman walks out with his hood drawn over his face...*
TH: Ryan Bergman is the single most decorated competitor in WWCF history. He has won every single title under its umbrella.
JK: And that's why he deserves a shot at the WWCF World Title more than Michaels.
MM: Introducing first: hailing from Fulton, New York; weighing 220lbs: Ryan... Bergman!
*Bergman removes the hood from his face and heads down to the ring, high fiving fans along the way.*
TH: On the other hand, Jonathan Michaels only needs to win the World Title before he accomplishes the same thing. These two men are equally matched in every way that counts.
JK: I disagree, but you'll see when Bergman advances.
*Bergman leaps into the ring under the bottom rope and rolls into a standing position. He hops onto the second rope of a nearby corner and poses to the crowd.*
MM: And his opponent...
*DOA - Foo Fighters*
*Jonathan Michaels walks out as smoke pours over the ramp.*
TH: Bergman just came off a Tag Team Title reign - hell, it was one that he won from Jonathan Michaels and Boiler Room Brawler... who has all of our support.
JK: Eh. If he comes back, fine, but if he doesn't, then he wasn't good enough after all.
MM: Now entering the ring: hailing from Los Angeles, California and weighing 240lbs - Jonathan... Michaels!
JK: And Jonathan Michaels has caught the ball more than once and yet failed to make the touchdown both times. It's time to bench him and kick a new man into play who can do the job for him.
TH: Bergman is most definitely a worthy contender to the title, but Jonathan Michaels earned his chances too, and I believe that he has it in him to earn it and capitalize on it this time.
*JoNo slides into the ring and poses for the crowd before facing Bergman. Referee Lloyd McFloyd starts the match.*
JoNo and Bergman lock arms.*
TH: JoNo with an arm drag.
JK: Bergman fires back with an arm drag of his own.
TH: They're off to the races already, King.
*JoNo whips Bergman to the ropes. Bergman jumps and rebounds off the ropes...*
TH: Bergman takes JoNo down with a Tornado DDT!
JK: Go for the pin!
TH: He hooks the leg!
*JoNo kicks out.*
TH: But it doesn't take.
JK: It was worth a shot.
*JoNo and Bergman get up.*
TH: It'll take more than that to- Bergman with a dropsault!
*JoNo springs back up.*
TH: Bergman with another dropsault!
JK: He has JoNo's number tonight, Gorilla!
TH: Bergman going for another dropsault... but JoNo catches him! Powerbomb!
JK: Three times is not the charm!
*JoNo holds Bergman down for the pin. McFloyd counts one...*
TH: But Bergman kicks out. I told you this was an even match, King.
*Bergman runs the ropes and charges back at JoNo...*
TH: JoNo with another arm drag and he locks in the arm bar!
*Bergman touches a rope with his foot.*
JK: But Bergman gets the rope break.
TH: Follows up with a snap mare...
JK: Bergman is a guy who can take a mile when given an inch.
TH: Bergman with the kip up...
JK: And he gets that third dropsault straight to JoNo's back!
*JoNo is forced forward and he leans over the ropes.*
TH: Bergman literally has JoNo on the ropes.
*Bergman brings up JoNo's rear, reaches underneath and school boy pins him.*
JK: Bergman for the pin!
TH: One, two, JoNo kicks out.
*Both men get back up...*
TH: JoNo whips Bergman to the corner...
*JoNo charges for Bergman*
TH: Clothesline from JoNo!
*Bergman is rocked in the corner. JoNo grabs a rope and starts kicking Bergman in the midsection.*
TH: JoNo seems to be taking his frustrations out on Bergman.
JK: Unprofessional to say the least.
*JoNo walks away from Bergman.*
TH: Bergman getting some surely desired rest.
*JoNo grabs the ropes and hangs his head...*
JK: But Bergman's getting up...
TH: JoNo with the Fade to Black!
JK: But Bergman ducks it!
TH: Spinning heel kick!
*JoNo rolls out of the ring*
TH: JoNo taking the moment to recover.
JK: He should take the moment to concede the match to Bergman.
TH: Well, Bergman's appealing to the crowd until then.
JK: You do realize that I doubt either man will win the tournament, right?
TH: Coming from you, I don't doubt it for a second.
*JoNo slips back into the ring.*
JK: Bergman's ready for JoNo here-
TH: JoNo with a spinebuster!
*JoNo turns Bergman over, grabs his legs, and...*
TH: Bergman in a Boston crab.
JK: A good idea from a high flyer like Bergman.
TH: Bergman's more than a high flyer though. He's really a little bit of everything.
JK: Agreed. He could be a good argument against being a jack of all trades as well.
TH: JoNo's trying to cut off at least one avenue to victory.
JK: Bergman's just inches away from the ropes though, so he could turn this around.
TH: The Boston crab isn't the flashiest move in the world, but it gets results.
JK: But Bergman gets the rope! It'll take more than a Boston crab tonight.
*Bergman turns over and judo throws JoNo.*
TH: And Bergman's fighting back...
*JoNo charges - Bergman leapfrogs him.*
TH: JoNo comes back around for a spear... DDT counter from Bergman!
*Bergman gets up and heads for a corner.*
TH: Bergman going for the high risk district...
JK: Rarely a smart idea in my playbook.
TH: Bergman going for the Supernova!
*JoNo rolls out of the way.*
JK: Bergman meet mat!
*JoNo gets up and leans against the ropes.*
JK: And once again my playbook rings true.
TH: I call it the "high risk district" for a reason...
JK: And rarely is the risk worth it.
*JoNo helps Bergman to his feet...*
TH: JoNo's not done though.
*JoNo whips Bergman to the ropes. Bergman rebounds...*
TH: Fade to Black! Bergman's down again!
JK: He kicked him in the chest! Bergman's hyperventilating!
TH: JoNo hooks the leg! One, two, three!
*McFloyd calls the bell.*
MM: Here is your winner by pinfall, and now second round contestant: Jonathan Michaels!
JK: Ryan Bergman had Michaels in his clutches, but he just had to go for high flying stuff.
TH: They both wrestled well tonight, but Bergman's misstep was met with a good taken opportunity by Michaels.
*JoNo helps Bergman get to his feet. Bergman is still hyperventilating, but JoNo shakes his hand and he catches his breath soon enough.*
TH: Michaels comes one step closer to the World Title tonight, but it will only get harder from here, and he probably won't get such lucky breaks in next week.
JK: Hang on, it looks like he's asking for a mic.
*Michaels is handed a microphone and starts using it. Bergman, curious, watches and listens*
Viva, you and your friends get your asses to the ring right damn now.
*No World For Tomorrow*
Dupoe, Vokoun, Amigo, Punisher, stand outside the ring. I'll address Jonathan Michaels alone. Keep your eyes open and your ears on the ground. I refuse to be suckered.
*ViVA climbs under the ropes and sits on a corner turnbuckle.*
Alright, Johnny, what do you want? Seriously. I've got better things to do than be called upon every time someone loses a match.
Cut the s**t, Viva.
I'm going to bottom line it for you.
For months now, you've been constantly running your mouth about this bullcrap conspiracy keeping you down.
The thing is, Viva, the only person keeping you down was yourself, spending all your time bitching instead of working hard, and now, you've got your little group of sheep hanging on to your every word and, let's be honest, screwing over this entire company when you ruined the main event of GookerMania.
Hell, I'll be the first to admit that Whitey could very well have beaten me or Seth legitimately, but you had to go and ensure that nobody would ever find out, and now deep down, nobody can say for sure that he wasn't just a fluke.
And now, here you are, all of a sudden in charge while Whitey's taken a leave of abscence and forfeited the title, so it looks like Seth and I aren't the only ones you screwed.
Looks to me like the only person keeping anyone down is YOU, so, tell me, BIODOME, why are you such a damned hypocrite?
Cut the s***? You're the dips*** that invited Aaron to come down and be in your corner. You're the one that planted those seeds of insecurity during your main event. I was going to mind my own business. Instead, you made it a priority to make sure you had backup if necessary. Your insecurity led to your demise. So don't give me this s*** about ruining the main event. Your lack of confidence led to what played out that night.
Secondly, how am I hypocritical? What have I done that is hypocritical. Seriously. Tell me. You think I want Whitey gone? That guy is seriously like a brother to me, which will be proven when he comes back and assumes the position he left. He won't be gone forever, and when he does return, you'll see. He left me second in command. What am I supposed to do? Let ViVA, Inc. collapse around us? Life happens, Jonathan Michaels. I mean, it usually happens, unless you ignore family orders and kill people due to your ignorance. *cough*
Let's get back to the question at hand though. Explain to me, logically, how the f*** I am a hypocrite. I would LOVE to know. All I've done is point out how people like YOU are in positions to reap benefits. People like you, people like Seth, people who have CLEAR conflicts of interest.
So tell me, Johnny, what the f*** am I doing that is SO hypocritical.
Are you serious?
Weren't you even listening?
No, of course you weren't, you can't hear anything that doesn't click with the big grand anti-Viva conspiracy you've decided is the reality.
Hell, I have more of a rason to think there's a conspiracy against me than you do.
Over the years in this company, I've made a few friends, and almost all of them have turned around at the first opportunity and stabbed me in the back, if there was this so-called cabal of higher ups controlling everything, aren't I the one who's been screwed over by it?
My wife has been stalked, kidnapped, tortured, and mysteriously not one person other than my self did anything about it, the last two years, I've had a title shot at GookerMania, and despite the fact that by all logic, by all reason, if there was a conspiracy, wouldn't I have won at least one of these, I mean, if you think about it, doesn't that make sense?
NO, OF COURSE IT DOESN'T.
All those things I said, that's what you sound like, nonstop paranoid, self centered delusion.
I don't make any excuses for my actions, I say I'm going to do something, I do it.
So listen to me, and listen carefully.
Every time I turn around, there's some group of miscreants who decide it's about time that they run the show.
If it's not Whitey Inc., it's the Pantheon, or it's the Family, or it's the Corporation, and I'm starting to get just a little sick of it.
So tell me, Viva, what makes you any different from any of the others, what makes you so damn special that you think you have the capability of running the show?
For the last time, and you aren't the first person to again wildly accuse me of wanting to 'run the show,' let me make myself f***ing clear again. I have no desire to run the WWCF. I'm just of the opinion that if I have a f***ing problem with the way s*** is being run, I have every right to speak up about it, and I have all the ability in the world to hold those who I feel are at fault for this responsible. And lets face it, dude. You can't stop me. Seth can't stop me. No one here can stop me. I'm getting really god damn sick of you people putting words in my mouth.
I never said I wanted to run the WWCF. I said I was going to inspire the change necessary to usher in an era where people like you and Seth aren't handed title shots.
You want to know why people turn on you? It's because you're a self-righteous prick who thinks he deserves everything he's been handed. You'll be the first to call me out for interfering in a match, yet you surround ringside with pointless bitches like your wife and Aaron Enigma. And I'm the f***ing bad guy.
If you want the god damn truth, Whitey wanted to make a go of it alone. I told him it was in the best interest of both his championship, and ViVA, Inc. if someone came out with him. The rest of the boys couldn't help themselves. But make no f***ing mistake, Johnny. We never woulda been out there if you didn't invite Aaron. You lost because of your own insecurity.
Is there anything else you want to say? Because unlike your whiny bulls***, all of my 'theories' are heavily based in fact. Historical fact.
You know, I see your point.
I should have come out unprotected and let you and the other twenty seven members of Kids, Incorporated beat the snot out of me, because clearly you and your boys are trustworthy and upstanding citizens.
Here's the bottom line, Viva, if you start letting your goons run roughshod over this company, I'll be here to put you down.
And I won't be alone.
I already told you, if you would have stayed home, so would we---
*All of a sudden ViVA's attention is caught by three figures emerging from the backstage area and walking down to the ring: Connor Mackenzie, Aaron Enigma, and Ryan Blood! In moments, the three of them are facing off with the members of ViVA Inc, everybody poised to throw down. Blood grabs a conveniently placed microphone while keeping his eyes fixed on the Inc. member directly in front of him (which happens to be Amigo) and raises it to his mouth*
Let's see. We've got JoNo there, we've got me, we've got Connor, we've got Aaron...the numbers are just about even, aren't they? And hey Bergman, if you want in, just say the word. It'll give you the opportunity to exact vengeance on the guy who f***ed you over for a made-up title!
Hoss: Damn it, this is a terrible moment to go off the air, but we're all out of time! We apologize and we'll be sure to show you how this turns out! Good night everyone!
CREDITS: Evil M, Connor Mackenzie, Gus Richlen, Viva, BRB, Jonathan Michaels, The Sam, Crulk, Mad Pirate Mulligan, whoever the Majority Shareholder is, Punisher, Smokin' Vokoun, Jeremy Dupoe, Mr. Socko's Brother.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 4, 2011 5:04:53 GMT -5
Double post. EDIT: So like last time I'm doing the "post first, read in detail later" thing, and just got to the last match where King or Hoss says that Bergman's won every title. And I was fairly sure myself that Jazzman was a former Hardcore Champion....EXCEPT, he's not on the list of former Hardcore Champs. Not as "Jazzman" and not as "Bergman". So is he a grand slam champion or isn't he? EDIT TO ADD SOMETHING ELSE: I really hope that I didn't forget anybody's promo this time!
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 4, 2011 7:53:32 GMT -5
I'd like to see what happens in the promo thread and get some suggestions from people before I post a final card. Here are some initial ideas, though:
SETH DRAKIN VS. AARON ENIGMA (WHC tournament)
COLT VS. RYAN BLOOD (WHC tournament)
ZOMBO VS. CRULK
VIVA, DUPOE & AMIGO vs. CONNOR, JONATHAN MICHAELS & BERGMAN
I also should get Richlen on the card against somebody, but I'm not sure who. The six man tag could be turned into a normal tag match to free up an opponent for him if need be.
It'd also be good to establish who the number one contender is for at least one of the titles so that they can have a week to build up to their match at NotWZ. I said before that I wanted to get out of the habit of naming number one contenders at the last minute, but the title tournament has made things a little bit more complicated as far as that goes...
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
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Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Oct 4, 2011 8:16:42 GMT -5
What if maybe I picked the two competitors for the IF #1 Contender's match while I take on The Great Warrior?
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smokinvokoun
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Post by smokinvokoun on Oct 4, 2011 8:21:22 GMT -5
Great show guys!!
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Oct 4, 2011 9:39:21 GMT -5
I agree with Vokoun. Good show everyone. Sorry if the General/M match was a little short, but I think it worked out well for the most part.
Looks like Connor's going to be watching his back with Viva choosing the CoH.
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Viva
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THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Oct 4, 2011 11:04:11 GMT -5
Blood, you can make the 6man tag an 8 man tag by adding punisher and richlen.
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