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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Nov 8, 2011 18:24:27 GMT -5
You have my blessing as well Viva. I like the ideas that are being thrown around right now and really, if you had wanted to do something like that with the CoH I don't necessarilly have a a problem with it either.
I like M's idea of 5 defenses or so on a tv title and then the champ challenges for a title as well. It could make for some really interesting feuds and matches I think. As well, I like the idea of keeping feuds going, sort of make them really meaningful and have an impact on things. Makes for some really good story-telling.
As far as support I'm always willing to write matches when needed as well as to help on commentary, entrances and what not and give opinions on anything going on or an ear for anyone needing someone to listen. I realize that with my new job starting recently I'd been a little less active then I would have liked but now that I'm starting to get into a schedule again I think things should start going much more smoothly.
As well, I'd just like to say that while it certainly sucks to see Socko having some difficult things going on I wanted to say that I thought he has done a great job as booker and have really enjoyed being a part of WWCF since coming here.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Nov 8, 2011 18:37:29 GMT -5
I like that TV Title idea, but I think it should be done like in some indy feds, where after so many consecutive title defenses, the Champion gets shot at one of the other belts, and two new names face off for the TV Title. Just my opinion, of course. I like that. More. More brain storming, guys. What would you set the cap at, M? What if you must defend the TV Title a certain number of times to qualify for different Title challenges? That way, someone cannot win the belt and challenge for the World right away. It could also create a streak element. The more defenses you make, the bigger the belt you can challenge for, but do you think you can hold onto it all that time? Maybe something like 6 defenses to challenge for either the Hardcore or Honor titles, 9 defenses to challenge for the Interforums title, and 18 defenses to challenge for the World title. I go with that approach so that one must defend the belt for about two months i.e. 6 Niteraws in order to show some level of staying power and as an indicator of their overness. This just inflates over time of course as the belts increase until it takes 6 months with the TV title to challenge for the World title.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Nov 8, 2011 18:44:29 GMT -5
That's true. Yeah. I should clarify that Socko asked me and said that other people could get behind it. The only way I'll do it is if I have the rosters blessing. As I also discussed with Socko, if you would like to delegate any tasks to others, I can step up as long as it isn't editing, which goes back to my root problem why I still cannot take up the task as a whole. Booking shows, sending votes, counting votes, sending results - I can certainly help with those kind of things.
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Post by Viva on Nov 8, 2011 19:44:16 GMT -5
Yeah. I should clarify that Socko asked me and said that other people could get behind it. The only way I'll do it is if I have the rosters blessing. As I also discussed with Socko, if you would like to delegate any tasks to others, I can step up as long as it isn't editing, which goes back to my root problem why I still cannot take up the task as a whole. Booking shows, sending votes, counting votes, sending results - I can certainly help with those kind of things. I feel like I'd get overwhelmed with counting votes, so I say we do this like a tag team, BRB. We make cards together, you count the votes and send out the results, people send me the matches, I put the cards together. You want some of that?
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Nov 8, 2011 21:04:51 GMT -5
I can help with things as well if need be, Viva.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Nov 8, 2011 21:18:06 GMT -5
As I also discussed with Socko, if you would like to delegate any tasks to others, I can step up as long as it isn't editing, which goes back to my root problem why I still cannot take up the task as a whole. Booking shows, sending votes, counting votes, sending results - I can certainly help with those kind of things. I feel like I'd get overwhelmed with counting votes, so I say we do this like a tag team, BRB. We make cards together, you count the votes and send out the results, people send me the matches, I put the cards together. You want some of that? Sure thing.
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Post by Viva on Nov 8, 2011 23:38:19 GMT -5
Even though I'm taking up this head booker position, I'd like a couple weeks before I do. I've got two consecutive weekends in Vegas to deal with. Then I'll be able to do it.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Nov 9, 2011 10:33:45 GMT -5
Even though I'm taking up this head booker position, I'd like a couple weeks before I do. I've got two consecutive weekends in Vegas to deal with. Then I'll be able to do it. Okay, I think I can handle that. Evil M waited until after the upcoming PPV before stepping down, so it's not as though there isn't precedent. Also: I'm feeling significantly better and believe I can finish the four-way by tonight, or sooner.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Nov 9, 2011 10:35:55 GMT -5
I like that. More. More brain storming, guys. What would you set the cap at, M? What if you must defend the TV Title a certain number of times to qualify for different Title challenges? That way, someone cannot win the belt and challenge for the World right away. It could also create a streak element. The more defenses you make, the bigger the belt you can challenge for, but do you think you can hold onto it all that time? Maybe something like 6 defenses to challenge for either the Hardcore or Honor titles, 9 defenses to challenge for the Interforums title, and 18 defenses to challenge for the World title. I go with that approach so that one must defend the belt for about two months i.e. 6 Niteraws in order to show some level of staying power and as an indicator of their overness. This just inflates over time of course as the belts increase until it takes 6 months with the TV title to challenge for the World title. Would that mean winning at least six matches in a row? Because that seems like it'd be pretty difficult.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Nov 9, 2011 15:07:16 GMT -5
What if you must defend the TV Title a certain number of times to qualify for different Title challenges? That way, someone cannot win the belt and challenge for the World right away. It could also create a streak element. The more defenses you make, the bigger the belt you can challenge for, but do you think you can hold onto it all that time? Maybe something like 6 defenses to challenge for either the Hardcore or Honor titles, 9 defenses to challenge for the Interforums title, and 18 defenses to challenge for the World title. I go with that approach so that one must defend the belt for about two months i.e. 6 Niteraws in order to show some level of staying power and as an indicator of their overness. This just inflates over time of course as the belts increase until it takes 6 months with the TV title to challenge for the World title. Would that mean winning at least six matches in a row? Because that seems like it'd be pretty difficult. Perhaps 3 defenses to qualify for the Championship of Honor or Hardcore Title, 6 defenses for the Interforums title, and 12 defenses for the World? That would still make the TV Title holder earn their shots at the other belts while ensuring a decent chance at turnover.
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Nov 9, 2011 18:20:03 GMT -5
Would that mean winning at least six matches in a row? Because that seems like it'd be pretty difficult. Perhaps 3 defenses to qualify for the Championship of Honor or Hardcore Title, 6 defenses for the Interforums title, and 12 defenses for the World? That would still make the TV Title holder earn their shots at the other belts while ensuring a decent chance at turnover. 12 is way too many. Also, props to ViVa.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Nov 9, 2011 19:20:28 GMT -5
I've got everything but the match between Cageking and the jobber now, so I'll wait for that. But if need be I can leave that out and post what I've got, since squash matches aren't exactly integral to the show and I want to get this posted sometime in the next four hours.
In the meantime, I have an idea for next week's NiteRaw. When we find out who will challenge Jonathan Michaels, the champion and challenger will do the Pick Your Poison thing. This time the opponents won't be a surprise, though. So start thinking about who you want your opponent to face on next week's show, which will be the go-home show btw.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2011 19:31:55 GMT -5
Dude, post what you have. I'll get the Cageking match up later as a WWCF.com exclusive. Sorry about that.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Nov 9, 2011 19:33:30 GMT -5
Okay, I'll get started now. And don't worry about it.
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Post by Shamar James on Nov 9, 2011 19:51:08 GMT -5
Well, i've decided that after tonight I should probably start a feud or chase after one of the championships. Any tips or suggestions?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Nov 9, 2011 20:20:17 GMT -5
WWCF Monday NiteRaw November 6th 2011
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Welcome to NiteRaw, everybody! Tim Hoss here along with the inimitable Jesse King, although I can't imagine anybody wanting to imitate him... Jesse King: HEY! Tim Hoss: Our main event tonight will decide who faces Jonathan Michaels for his World Heavyweight Championship at In Your Apartment in two weeks! Vincent Van Agony will take on Amigo, stablemate versus stablemate, for the opportunity! But first, we have some unfortunate news. Seth Drakin--a former world champion among other accomplishments here, and one of the founding fathers of the World WrestleCrap Federation--has resigned from the company. Jesse King: Being on a losing streak can demoralize you, Hoss, and sometimes it gets to be too much for even the most determined wrestlers. Tim Hoss: It's true that things weren't going Seth's way recently. Hopefully he'll change his mind and come back someday, because whether you like him or whether you don't, he's a hell of an in-ring competitor. Jesse King: Well, let's get things started, Hoss. We're gonna see Amigo both in the first match of the night AND the main event!
Tim Hoss: Indeed, Jess; our opening match tonight features a contest between three stablemates to be the right to be a tag team champion.
Jesse King: That’s right Hoss, Vincent Van Agony has given up his half of the Tag Team Championships, agreeing that someone else in Viva Inc. can take his place, so he’s scheduled, via our majority shareholder, a Triple Threat Match between three other members of the corporation.
TH: Smokin’ Vokoun, Amigo and The Punisher will all go head to head tonight for the right to lift one half of those titles.
JK: But Amigo himself has a match tonight with his boss, Vincent Van Agony, so lord knows where his schizophrenic mind will be by the time the night is over.
*Wake up by Rage Against the Machine booms out throughout the arena as Frank Castle appears at the top of the stage. His pyro detonates above him as he makes his way to the ring. Once inside, he removes his coat and stations himself in one corner of the ring.*
Michael Muffer: Entering the ring, from New York, New York, weighing 290lbs, Frank Castle, “The Punisher!”
*Iron Man by Black Sabbath engulfs the arena as Smokin’ Vokoun appears, hefting his Hardcore Championship over his shoulder as he enters the ring.*
MM: The second competitor, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 280lbs, he is the WWCF Hardcore Champion, The Smokin’ Vokoun!”
*Vokoun stares down Castle, who gazes impassively back. Vokoun hands over his belt to the ref as his music fades out, to be replaced by Underworld by Running Wild.*
MM: Their opponent, from Nogales, Arizona, weighing 225lbs, Amigo!
All three men stare at one another in the ring. Amigo takes a step back. Vokoun starts muttering to himself and slowly getting angrier and angrier. Vokoun charges at Amigo and forces him back into the corner, battering him with rights and lefts. The Punisher hangs back in one corner and waits. Vokoun gouges Amigo’s eyes in the corner and whacks him across the forehead with a big elbow.
TH: Vokoun’s certainly taking the fight to Amigo early on King, he really wants a part of that tag team title.
JK: Well, Amigo is no pushover, and if anyone is gonna match Vokoun’s ferocity, it’s him, but I tell you what I don’t like Hoss..
TH: What’s that King?
JK: The big freak in the corner. He’s not done anything. He’s just standing there and watching. I don’t like that.
TH: Why?
JK: The guy is a sadistic madman. The other two are plain crackers - him, he’s just evil. And I don’t like the fact he’s just standing there - planning something.
TH: You’d rather he came down here? I can ask him.
JK: You leave him where he is Hoss, I wouldn’t want to distract him from the task at hand.
Amigo is bounced off the ropes by Vokoun, but Smokey misses with his clothesline, Amigo rebounds and clobbers Vokoun with a big lariat. Vokoun gets back up to his feet, looking angry. Amigo responds with a flurry of punches, then a quick boot to the midsection followed by a belly to belly suplex. A downed Vokoun tries to get to his feet, but Amigo punts him to the side of his head and then drags him to his feet while he’s stunned. He drops him with a reverse DDT, slamming the back of his head off the mat. Amigo goes for a cover.
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Amigo looks up and sees Castle advancing out of the corner and breaks the cover, preparing for the assault, but Castle just shakes his head and goes back to the corner.
TH: You gotta wonder about the group dynamic here King. Viva Inc is pretty strong, and these guys obviously have get togethers we don’t know about - they all know each others strengths and weaknesses, they all know one another’s roles. I think we’ll get a big insight into how the group ticks here.
JK: Well it’s pretty obvious that each of them has a different role. Vokoun’s the guy they just turn loose on people when they want someone hurt, Amigo’s the guy you send in when you want to scare someone out of their pants, and The Punisher is their weapon of last resort. Look at how Amigo reacted. He don’t trust Castle.
TH: Would you?
JK: Hell no, the guy wouldn’t think twice about tying you to a chair and setting you on fire, why should you trust him?
Castle remains standing in the corner. Amigo walks up to him and starts to ask him to do something. Castle stares right back and scowls. Amigo turns back round and walks right into a big double A spinebuster from Vokoun who is back on his feet and shaken off the cobwebs. Amigo arches his back in pain as he lies on the mat, as Vokoun strides to the corner and gets in The Punisher’s face. Vokoun starts to scream “What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” repeatedly. Castle just scowls back. Vokoun loses his patience and drives a big forearm blow right into Castle’s face.
TH: Uh-oh - I think Vokoun just made a big mistake.
JK: No Hoss, I think he just made him mad.
Castle grabs Vokoun round the throat one handed, pushing him back to the centre of the ring. Vokoun struggles to break Castle’s hold, but despite a kick to the gut and a rake to the eye, The Punisher holds on. Vokoun’s face starts to go red as Castle tightens his grip, before Castle picks him up one handed and drives him down into the mat with an almighty choke slam. Punisher drops to one knee and grabs Vokoun by the throat again, this time with his left hand. Castle pulls his glove off his right hand with his teeth, revealing his taped fist underneath. He unloads ten punches into Vokoun’s face, but rather than go for the cover he stands up and goes looking for Amigo. He finds him waiting for him in the corner where Castle spent the opening of the match. Castle charges, but Amigo moves out of the way. He waits for Castle to turn around then judo throws Castle over his shoulder onto the mat. Amigo bounces off the ropes for a powerful elbow drop, but Castle moves out of the way. The Punisher grabs Amigo by his mask and pulls him up off the canvas. Grabbing the smaller man, he hauls him up into a gorilla press, and pitches him over the top rope into the guardrail.
TH: Good God Almighty, he’s wrecked both of them.
JK: But he isn’t going for the pin Hoss - I don’t get it?
TH: I honestly think he wants to hurt both of them - he did say he’d go back to being The Punisher we all knew tonight - less a soldier and more of a…well…Punisher.
JK: Is this him showing Viva he’s the best he’s got, do you think?
TH: Well he doesn’t hold a title, Vokoun does. Amigo’s been a tag team champion. Castle hasn’t won anything yet, so maybe he thinks he’s got something to prove?
JK: I’m not really sure the best way to go about impressing your boss is to kick the crap out of his best employees.
TH: Maybe you’d like to go and tell him?
JK: I’m needed here.
Vokoun has got back up to his feet to meet Castle. The Punisher charges with a big closthesline, but Vokoun holds on and sends both men over the top rope. Vokoun is first to his feet, coming up behind Castle and clawing at his eyes. Vokoun screams “You want a fight? I’ll give you a fight!” He pitches Castle headfirst into the steel steps, his skull reverberating off the metal with an audible “clang”. Vokoun moves in, punching, kicking and elbowing Castle, then Irish whipping him into the ring post. Amigo by this point has recovered, and attacks Vokoun from behind with a leaping bulldog, driving his head to the concrete floor.
TH: That has to hurt - he smashed Vokoun’s head into the floor.
JK: Yeah but it ain’t gonna hurt him - look.
Amigo has rolled into the ring and attracts boos from the crowd for flipping them the finger, as the ref starts a count. However, he stops, when he sees Vokoun shaking clear the cobwebs from his head and climbing back into the ring.
JK: I don’t think Frankenstein’s finished either…
Castle gets to his feet as well and gets back into the ring. Amigo has no idea that the other two are back on level terms with him. Vokoun bootS him in the gut and drives his face into the mat with a double underhook DDT. Vokoun goes for the cover.
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JK: You know something Hoss, I reckon Castle is determined to show people he’s still a tough guy after getting his ass kicked by Evil M last week.
TH: Well M did take him to the limit, but these guys are his stablemates - you’d think he’d sort of go easy on them.
JK: I don’t think guys like him have any friends. You imagine him going bowling with the guys on a Friday night? Me neither.
Vokoun is back to his feet on the outside, grabbing the advancing Castle and hurling him into the guardrail. He follows it up with stiff punches to Castle’s face, bludgeoning him with elbows and forearms, opening him up above the right eye.
TH: Uh-oh - Vokoun smells blood!
JK: Second time in a week Castle’s been opened up. We get anyone here with a vampire gimmick and this guy’s gonna be like a four course meal for them.
The ref reaches six, so Vokoun rolls back in the ring to break the count. He goes back to the outside and belts Castle across the mouth with a knife edge chop. Castle replies with an uppercut that staggers Vokoun, then grabs him and hurls him into the announce table.
TH: This is getting a little close for comfort King.
JK: You’re telling me Hoss, The Punisher spilt my Diet Soda. Hey Castle, I hope you’re gonna pay for another one of those!?
Castle picks up the ring bell from the timekeeper’s desk and hurls it at King.
TH: Guess that’s a “no” huh King?
JK: You would be wise not to upset me at this point Hoss - I have been deprived of sugar substitute.
TH: You could have been deprived of your teeth!
JK: If he asks, it was your soda, I was merely complaining on your behalf. You put me up to it.
Amigo, having recovered, takes the opportunity to dive off the apron with a big elbow to Castle’s head, stunning The Punisher. Vokoun is trying to regain some semblance of what planet he’s on across the announce table. Amigo charges and clobbers Vokoun with a big clothesline, sending him flying across the table, spilling King’s new soda.
JK: Oh for crying out loud!
TH: Maybe you should switch to water?
JK: Maybe you should shut your yap Hoss!
Amigo grabs Vokoun and hurls him back in the ring, the referee at this point quite content to let the three batter each other to within an inch of their lives. Vokoun is not in good shape as Amigo whips him off the ropes and strikes a knee to the face, then positions him for the Neutron Bomb. Amigo hauls Vokoun up in the air and drops him hard on the back of his neck.
JK: This is it! The Neutron Bomb! He ain’t getting up from that Hoss!
Amigo stands up, but before he has a chance to go for the cover, the recovered Punisher unleashes the Endgame right in Amigo’s face. Amigo falls face first on top of a downed Vokoun.
TH: NOW it’s over King.
JK: I’m not so bothered about the soda now.
Castle places a foot on Amigo’s back and the ref counts.
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TH: Good God, I swear each time I see that punch it gets harder.
JK: So Castle has the Money in the Bank Briefcase AND is a Tag Team Champion?
The ref meanwhile has gone to the outside and whispered in Michael Muffer’s ear
MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that he has counted a double pinfall - and has declared joint winners, "The Punisher" Frank Castle and Amigo!
JK: What?!
TH: I think he counted Amigo’s cover on Vokoun, and Punisher’s cover on Amigo and Vokoun, but Amigo wasn’t shoulder’s down, so he wasn’t pinned - I think?
JK: So does this mean Viva gets to pick from those two who defends the belts with Dupoe?
TH: Or it could mean that they defend them as a group. Whatever, I’m not sure I like Amigo’s chances against Viva later tonight after that punch.
JK: I’m not sure I like the ref’s chances either, look.
Castle has grabbed the ref, asking him what the Hell he’s playing at. The ref explains that both men were covering Vokoun, and so he counted both covers. Michael Muffer goes and hides behind the timekeeper’s table. The ref pleads innocence but Castle slugs him with the Endgame anyway, leaving him unconscious at ringside.
TH: This is awful, Vokoun may have serious neck damage from that power bomb, Amigo’s been knocked out, and that bastard Castle just nailed a referee.
JK: And he spilt my soda.
TH: There’ll be more to come on this folks, we’ll try to find out for you what the status of the Tag Team Titles is, and if Amigo is in an fit state to face his boss Vincent Van Agony later tonight.
*Following the commercial break...*
Tim Hoss: Welcome back. Right before the break, we saw the referee in the triple threat match between Smokin' Vokoun, Amigo, and The Punisher rule that both Amigo and Punisher had won the match! Since then, we've gotten word from the back and it's official: the tag titles will henceforth be defended by Jeremy Dupoe, Amigo, and Punisher. Jesse King: Three guys defending under Freebird Rules, Hoss? Kind of ironic that this is how it turned out when that was the original plan, before the tag champs lost their original third guy that is. Tim Hoss: We're now going to see the return of Shamar James, a.k.a. "The Father Monster!"
Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, already in the ring...hailing from Parts Unknown, New York and weighing 245 lbs. Barry Toledo!
Hoss: Barry Toledo, certainly a man that might pose an interesting challenge to the man about to enter here.
King: Did you see this guys mustache? I keep expecting to see him pluck some woman out of the crowd and tie her to some railroad tracks.
Michael Muffer: And his opponent...
*Kanye West - Power*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing 240 lbs...Shamar James!
At the mention of the name, heavy smoke rises from the floor of the entry stage. Shamar James coming through it to pose and look at the crowd, a cocky smile upon his face as he starts to the ring. Climbing a turnbuckle he looks out once again and points to himself, saying "Unstoppable" before climbing back down and into the ring.
Hoss: Shamar James certainly looking confident as he made his way to the ring there King.
King: Hmm...confidence is always good but it only gets you so far. Time will tell how this guy does Hoss. Though I'll be watching.
Referee Lloyd McFloyd checks both men and calls for the bell to get the match underway. The two men circle the ring, studying each other before moving in to lock up.
Hoss: These two men perhaps faily equal in the size category.
King: Size only matters in how you use it Gorilla.
Hoss: That's surprisingly astute of you King.
King: Yeah it was on my fortune cookie today at lunch.
Hoss: And just like that that little bit of astonishment and respect flew out the window folks.
As the two men jostle, James takes the advantage and pulls Toledo down, hitting a clubbing blow to his back. Toledo winces, favouring his back as he takes a small step forward. James reacts by quickly hitting a bulldog.
Hoss: Shamar James with a quick bulldog in the early goings.
Toledo slowly starts to work on getting to his feet only to have James hit him with a boot to the back which floors Toledo once more. Taking a moment to look out at the crowd, James points to himself and mouths the word "Unstoppable" once again.
Hoss: And James now apparantly taking a moment to toot his own horn.
King: If you've got it, might as well flaunt it. Not like Barry Toledo is in a position to argue.
James turns back to Toledo who is now to one foot. As James reaches to take his head Toledo lashes out with a right to James gut, causing him to momentarily double over. Toledo hits another which causes James to release Toledo's head. Toledo takes the oppurtunity to run to the ropes and rebound off. As he does however James catches hold off Toledo and plants him in the center of the mat with a powerful spinebuster.
Hoss: Dear lord did you see that King?! He may well have broken Barry Toledo in half.
King: Haha! See! That's how you use size!
Taking a moment to compose himself, James shakes his head, looking sternly at Toledo who is trying to groggily get up from his back. Shaking his head, Toledo moves to hoist Toledo to his feet, holding his head as James levels a right hand that rocks Toledo. James takes hold of Toledo's wrist and irish whips him into the ropes. Coming back Toledo is introduced roughly to the bottom of James' boot.
Hoss: James seems to have this match well in hand now. Toledo looks like a rag doll right now.
King: I can't say I'm disappointed thus far in James' showing, Hoss.
James lets out a laugh as he moves over Toledo, begining to hoist him up only to have Toledo spring into action with a small package.
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Hoss: Apparantly still a little life left in Barry Toledo it would seem.
King: I knew the guy was slimey!
James face shows a loss of temper as Toledo starts to get to his feet. As James moves to latch onto Toledo however, Toledo moves to poke James in the eye, causing him to recoil and move a hand to his face. The ref meanwhile admonishes Toledo for the blatant move.
Hoss: Toledo now seeming to be trying to build up a bit of offense here.
Toledo hits James with a sharp right, then a swift kick to James' gut to double him over. Latching onto his opponent, Toledo looks to try a suplex. Toledo's attempt to stopped however as James manages to hook his leg onto Toledo's. Toledo attempts another but is blocked once more. James comes back with a right to Toledo's ribs, then another before reversing the hold and hits a swinging neckbreaker.
King: Haha! There we go Gorilla. Told you he knew how to use his size!
James rises up, looking at Toledo who is sprawled on the mat before making a motion that it's over.
Hoss: Shamar James perhaps looking to finish things off here.
King: I hope he does, there's only so much time I make in a day to watch one sided beatings.
James picks Toledo up, getting him to his feet before latching on a Tazmission. Holding on tightly Barry Toledo flails to try and get a respite but realizes he is in the middle of the ring as James pulls Toledo down to the mat. Mere moments after the ref calls for the bell as Toledo hastilly taps on James' arm.
Hoss: Dead Zone! He's got the Dead Zone locked in!
King: Haha! A little bit of embarrassment to go with the beating. I can certainly learn to like this guy!
James holds on for a few seconds longer before relinquishing the hold, using a foot to push Barry Toledo out of his way as the ref moves to raise Shamar James' hand.
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner by submission, Shamar James!
Hoss: Based on what we just saw, there's not a speck of ring rust on Mr. James there!
King: No kidding Hoss, and I'll be interested to see where he goes from here!
*In the back, at the General Store...*
Hey wind up monkey? Guess what?
Wind up Monkey: What?
It's time for the General store!
*music and fanfare.*
Wind up monkey: What do we have today General?
It's the General of the Monkey Army special guest referee action figure! With real pin counting action!
*The General presses a button on the back. The toy speaks in voice that is not obviously the General's*
Toy: 1...2...3
Buy one today!
*Back to ringside...*
*DOA*
Jonathan Michaels emerges from a cloud of smoke holding his WWCF Championship above his head, he flings the belt over his shoulder and grabs a mic.
You know, people have been tweeting me and texting me and poking me and floobing me, whatever the hell that is, wondering why I haven't addressed everyone since I became the champion.
Well, first of all, you saw that match, not only was it brutal and vicious, but my opponent got turned into a damned camel.
But the main reason is, well, frankly, I'm speechless.
Two weeks ago, I accomplished something nobody else in this company has, something I promised everybody in this audience one year ago I would do.
I became the first Grand Slam champion in the WWCF when I won this nifty little thing right here and became the world champion.
I wanted to come out here and thank each and every one of you for believing in me and I want you to know that after a long time, you finally have a champion you can be proud of.
I want to assure you that unlike Colt and Whitey, I'm not going to start running around here like I own the place, even though, well, I do finally have a bit of stroke around here, but as I've said before, The Equalizers are only interested in making sure the gang mentality around here doesn't result in this company turning into anyone's personal playground.
As for tonight's main event, I'll be honest, I'm kinda hoping Viva wins because I think the two of us can blow the roof off the building, figuritively, of course, I've got a lot of stuff up there.
Of course, I'm going to kick his teeth in, and I'm going to retain the title, and I'm going to keep this belt for a long time.
Since I've already accomplished the goals I set for myself this time last year, I need to set some new ones.
You see, the last two years at Gookermania, I experienced crushing disappointment as glory was cruelly snatched from me at the last minute, well, I vow, right here, right now, that I am walking into Gookermania with this belt, and I am walking out of Gookermania with this belt.
How am I going to do this?
Not by getting myself disqualified, not by having my friends assault my opponents, not by using every weaselly little trick in the book.
I'm going to do it by being the best.
And, cut.
Tim Hoss: The World Heavyweight Champion, ladies and gentlemen, vowing to be an honorable champion. Jesse King: No, that's a completely different title, Hoss. Tim Hoss: Honorable champion Jesse, not Champion Of Honor. Jesse King: Oh. Well, that's stupid of him then.
Michael Muffer: The following contest is a Fatal Four-Way match set for one fall! All four wrestlers will be in the ring at once, and the first to score a pinfall or submission over any of the others will be the winner! Introducing first...
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Fulton, NY, and weighing in at 232 lbs...RYAN "JAZZMAN" BERGMAN!
*As the music hits, Bergman gets on stage and begins a second line strut down the ramp giving props and high fives to all the fans. He gives his fedora to a kid and rolls into the ring, where he poses*
Michael Muffer: His first opponent!
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Minneapolis, MN, and weighing in at 245 lbs...."BRAINBUSTER" JASON ALLEN!
*As the opening siren in the song plays, Jason Allen walks onstage as the guitars kick in. He looks dead ahead at the ring, allowing himself a brief smirk before he walks down. He slides in under the bottom rope and hops to his feet, letting referee "Spud" Verne Johnson check him before moving calmly to his corner and regarding Bergman intently*
Michael Muffer: Their opponent!
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Baltimore, MD, and weighing in at 208 lbs...the Commissioner of the WWCF, RYAN BLOOD!
*The arena goes dark before the song and is lit up by jets of blue flame on the stage, revealing Blood standing there looking down. His head snaps up and he makes his way to the ring as the arena is bathed in blue lighting, climbing through the ropes and looking from Brainbuster to Bergman and back again before going to one of the vacant corners and waiting for...*
Michael Muffer: And finally...
Michael Muffer: Hailing from, well, the rafters, and weighing in at 215 lbs...THE BLACK ROSE!
*The arena lighting changes to black and gold as the strains from the song come from the loud speakers. Black Rose descends to the ring by a zip line and lands on his feet in the walk way. He proceeds to give a rose to a female fan in the crowd and has his crow fly back to the rafters. He enters the ring and, after checking him over and giving instructions to all four men, Johnson starts the match*
*Ryan Bergman and Brainbuster tie up and fight for an advantage, while Ryan Blood and Black Rose trade punches as the match kicks off!*
Tim Hoss: And here we go!
*Bergman catches Brainbuster in a wristlock and irish whips him into the corner, following him in only to eat a boot to the face! Across the ring, Blood manages to duck a shot from Black Rose, nailing him with a rolling elbow that has him wobbling on his feet, followed by a discus clothesline that brings him down! Seeing Bergman dazed from the boot to the face, Blood goes to hit him with a rolling elbow as well, but Bergman ducks and charges for the ropes, executing a handspring enzuigiri and knocking Blood off his feet! Brainbuster locks a sleeper hold onto Bergman before he gets up, and as Bergman's fighting to escape Black Rose is back up to hit Bergman with a spinning heel kick of his own, one that sends both Bergman and Brainbuster sprawling backward and over the top rope!*
Tim Hoss: Spinning heel kick from The Black Rose sends both Bergman and Jason Allen to the outside, leaving him alone in the ring with Ryan Blood! Jesse King: This newbie had better work fast! He's not gonna get many chances like this where he just has to worry about one guy!
*Black Rose goes for a standing moonsault onto Blood--Blood gets his knees up at the last second! As Black Rose rolls away clutching his stomach, Blood picks himself up, sees the other two getting to their feet on the outside, and flies through the ropes to hit Bergman with a suicide dive!*
Tim Hoss: Suicide dive from Ryan Blood taking down Ryan Bergman! Jesse King: That's one down, but what about Jason Allen?
*Blood gets up and goes to whip Brainbuster into the barricade--reversal! Blood hits hard and groans. Brainbuster advances on him and picks him up--spinebuster onto the barricade!*
Tim Hoss: An absolutely SICK spinebuster onto the steel ringside barricade, fans! And Ryan Blood has fallen to the arena floor, and you can see from his face that he's in a WORLD of pain! Jesse King: I'm surprised to be saying this, but I might be starting to like this Brainbuster kid's style!
*By this time Black Rose has recovered and snuck up on Brainbuster to hit him with a stiff roundhouse kick to the back of the head! Brainbuster falls facedown. Black Rose turns around--right into a dropsault from Bergman!*
Tim Hoss: Now Black Rose and Ryan Bergman remind their opponents of their presence! Jesse King: I like hitting people from behind too!
*Bergman rolls Black Rose into the ring and is right behind him, Bergman with a series of stiff overhand chops to Black Rose!*
Tim Hoss: You can hear the impact of each one of those vicious chops all over the Parts Unknown Arena as Bergman continues to wear down Black Rose!
*With Black Rose reeling from a chop, Bergman comes off the ropes and goes for a tornado DDT--no! Black Rose counters in mid-move to turn it into a front suplex! Black Rose shoots Bergman into the corner, but before he can follow up he's hit by a German suplex from Brainbuster, who is now back in the ring! Brainbuster bridges for the pin*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Tim Hoss: Bridging German suplex only gets two, but a good try! Jesse King: Everybody in this match is probably wishing by now that they had eyes in the back of their head!
*Brainbuster locks on the Sharpshooter, but immediately releases it as he sees Bergman charging at him for a Yakuza kick! Brainbuster ducks, but can't avoid a follow-up superkick from Bergman!*
Tim Hoss: Who knows whether Black Rose would've made it to the ropes or not if this were one on one and Bergman hadn't been there? Submissions aren't always a good idea in a match like this, unless you're sure you can make your opponent tap in three seconds or less. If not, it's better to go for a quick pinfall before the other two guys can stop you.
*Bergman checks on Black Rose, who's still down, before focusing on Brainbuster again and pulling him up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Before he can cover, Bergman is nailed in the back of the head by an enzuigiri from Ryan Blood, back in the ring! Blood goes for the pin*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Tim Hoss: Blood trying to steal the victory there, but no luck!
*Blood whips Brainbuster into the corner--reversal! Blood crashes into the turnbuckles and groggily staggers forward--right into a Namesake from Jason Allen!*
One!
Two!
Three!
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner: JASON ALLEN, THE BRAINBUSTER!!!
Jesse King: What the hell?! Did you expect this result, Gorilla? Tim Hoss: No I didn't Jess, but it's one of those reminders that you never know what's gonna happen here in the WWCF! Jason Allen, a.k.a. Brainbuster, has now pinned Jon S. Amigo and Ryan Blood in back to back weeks! Neither one of those two are pushovers, and the future for him is certainly looking bright!
*Backstage Aaron Enigma is shown in his study, looking over a book. He stops and turns to the camera.*
Ah so good of you all to join me hear in my study. As you can tell, it looks very pristine considering all the time off I took. I spent quite a few days dusting the place off. However, that's not why I'm talking to you right now. A few days ago, I told everybody that I am going to be starting my greatest case in the history of this company. I am going to discover the identity of the Majority Shareholder in WWCF!
Now of course a lot of people were asking questions. "Aaron, why do this now?" and "Who cares who that guy is?" To answers the questions, I chose now because I feel that I can devote a little more time to my detective work. The past few weeks I have been vigorously training to shake off my ring rust, and I'm pleased to say that I feel I am 100% once again! As for the other question, I want to know who it is because this ominous voice that says everything is a tad annoying and I AM a detective after all. I love solving cases, figuring things out, gathering clues and putting them together in ways nobody else would think of.
*Aaron stands up and grabs his magnifying glass*
Now of course, I'm going to be asking questions around the locker room. I know everybody will not cooperate with me coughVivaInccough. Excuse me, had something in my throat there. Anyways, I will be investigating every inch of this company until I find out the identity of this shareholder. I am planning to figure this out before the new year. If anybody backstage has anything to tell me about the shareholder, come and talk to me about it. I'm not going to turn anyone away if you have information I need.
Other than that, just be prepared to see a lot of the Head Detective examining things backstage. Mark my words though, I will discover the identity of the Majority Shareholder! It's not rocket science, it's elementary.
*Aaron leaves his study, the camera following him briefly as he examines the area around his study for any sort of clues.*
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Nov 9, 2011 20:40:00 GMT -5
Muffer – The following contest is set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. And it is for the #1 contendership for the WWCF Tag Team titles. Introducing first;
(Marilyn Manson – This is Halloween) From the town of Halloween, weighing in at 155lbs. THE PUMPKIN KING!
(Pumpkin King starts bobbing down to the ring before sliding into it.)
And his tag team partner; (King Kong 2004 theme) Weighing in at 225 lbs, from Lansing, Michigan. THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY! (General heads down to the ring with a pet monkey on his shoulder. The monkey and he eneter the ring and comes face to face with the pumpkin king.)
And their opponents; (Midnight Express – Giorgio Moroder) At a total combined weight of 473 lbs. From Badd Hills, Parts Unknown. Accompanied by their “Financial Consultant” The Sam. Jake and Joey, THE BADD BROTHERS!!! (The Badd’s and The Sam strut down to the ring. The reach ringside before stopping. The Sam shakes Joeys hand and hugs Jake to the chorus of boo’s from the crowd. The Pumpkin King and The General can’t wait though and head outside the ring and start brawling with the Badds. King and General throw the Badd’s into the ring. As King and General slide in after them the Badds get to their feet and start stomping away. Joey throws Pumpkin King over the ropes and the Badds start wailing away on the General. The Badds irish whip The General into the ropes only for The General to dive through the ropes. The General runs up to The Sam and slaps him.
Jake Badd runs out to the outside, however The Pumpkin King comes up from behind Joey and school boys him. 1 2 3 Muffer – Here are your winners, and #1 Contenders, The Pumpkin King and The General of the Monkey Army!
The Badds can’t believe it as The General and Pumpkin King run to the back. The Sam is almost in tears after being slapped.
Jesse King: Poor The Sam! Tim Hoss: He just can't seem to catch a break lately, Jess, but some might say that it's karma. Jesse King: How dare you! The Sam is Raymond Shaw is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life! Tim Hoss: Well, that's just sad then. Anyway, The Pumpkin King now has a chance for revenge against Jeremy Dupoe, as he and the General of the Monkey Army will face Dupoe and either Amigo or Punisher at In Your Apartment for their titles!
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Cry for Help" by Shinedown
Music starts and a 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. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and goes to the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd.
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing fist, the special guest commentator for the match. He is the Head Detective, Aaron Enigma!
Aaron comes out waving to the crowd as they cheer loudly. He quickly makes his way to the announce table and sits down with Gorilla and Jesse
Jesse King: Well it seems we are joined by the esteemed Head Detective himself. He is the number one contender to Richlen's Interforum title, Aaron Enigma!
Aaron: Hey it's great to be here after such a long time, Jesse, Gorilla. I remember the last time I commented was nearly two years ago.
Tim Hoss: Well this should be a great match. Champion vs. Champion! Here we go!
*The roar of a dragon is heard as the lights go out. A few moments later, a very familiar string ensemble is heard....
"YOU READY?"
The strings get louder....
"LET'S GO!!!!"
A solo fireball launches as "Remember The Name" hits, and as smoke comes out from the ramp, Connor Mackenzie walks through it.*
MM:Introducing first, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, the WWCF Champion Of Honor, "The Canadian Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!
Tim: There he is! The Champion of Honor himself! Aaron you recently fought against him and he beat you. What happened there?
Aaron: Well Tim, an Inferno Rules of Honor match isn't what we signed up for, but I sure as hell did my best. Connor was the better fighter that night.
*Mackenzie has gone through his usual entrance and is giving his tabard to a young boy at ringside when:
"THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF, THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY. IT'S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD. KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!"
"Na Na Na" gets just as huge a reaction as Mackenzie got as Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara emerge post-pyro. As the song is about to start its chorus, Richlen takes his custom belt (set so that it crosses diaganolly from his right shoulder and connects along the bottom of the left side of his ribcage) from his shoulder, and as the chorus an more pyro start, he hoists the title into the air with both hands.*
MM: And his opponent, accompanied by Shaelin Marie O'Hara, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 181 pounds, the WWCF Inter-Forum Champion, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!
Jesse: Oh great, another match with Gus. God this guy just grinds all my gears. Aaron you have to fight him in a couple weeks. Please tell me you can beat this guy and end my suffering of seeing this guy as IF champ.
Aaron: Jesse, you give this guy no credit at all. You know he is a great competitor. Yes me and JoNo got the better of him and Seth but of course at In Your Apartment I am going to give Mr. Richlen one hell of a fight.
*Jake Kwon, who still bears something of a grudge towards Richlen after getting put in the Nightmare Express a few months earlier, calls for the bell.
Mackenzie goes to lock up with Richlen and learns the hard way that that never happens with Richlen, as the Inter-Forum Champion starts firing several kicks at his sides. Richlen then attempts to Irish whip him, but Mackenzie counters it into a wristlock, which he uses to hold Richlen in place while chopping him.
Jesse: Yeah get 'im Connor! Take it to Richlen!
Tim: Give it a rest Jesse, you ain't pleasing anyone with your comments about the X-Treme Machine.
He then tries to Irish whip Richlen, but Richlen gives him an arm drag for his trouble, followed by several chops of his own once Mackenzie is up. Richlen goes for another Irish whip and Mackenzie tries to counter again, but Richlen pulls him in and nails a Samoan drop!
Aaron: Richlen seems to be gaining the upper hand. You better be careful what you wish for, Jesse.
Jesse: Connor is just getting a feel for Gus. Don't worry, Gus is going to get his comeuppances.
Tim: Did you really just use that term?
1!
Mackenzie gets the shoulder up, but Richlen pulls him up and hits a snap suplex!
Aaron: I like the strategy of Gus here. He wants to end the match early. A few quick pinfall attempts early on, he could get a quick victory. You can't sell Connor short though. He better not get cocky.
1!
2!
Mackenzie kicks out, and as he gets to his feet, Richlen climbs to the top, thinking Buff Blockbuster, but launch does not occur as Mackenzie rushes the corner, knocks him down, and flapjacks him from the top!
Jesse: Yes Mackenzie! Take him down, pin him quick!
1!
2!
Richlen gets the shoulder up, but Mackenzie picks him up and hits a gutbuster!
Tim: Seems the tides are shifting huh, Aaron?
Aaron: Such is the way of wrestling, Gorilla. Take advantage of openings you see. That's how I gained all of my success.
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out and does so right into an attempted sharpshooter! Richlen manages to get to the ropes before he can lock it in, however, and is pulling himself up using the ropes when he turns and floored by a leg lariat! Mackenzie rags him to the center of the ring:
Aaron: Connor is definitely feeding off his momentum right now. Gus needs to do something or this match could be over right now.
Jesse: Nothing would make me happier than to see that, Aaron. Did I mention I want you to win at IYA?
Tim: Yes you have, Jesse, like 10,000 times since Aaron was named the number one contender.
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out again!
Mackenzie picks Richlen up for an abdominal stretch, but Richlen blocks it and whips him towards the corner and regrets it when Mackenzie runs up and hits a Whisper In The Wind!
Jesse: Whisper in the Wind! Pin him Connor quick!
Aaron: I think something else is going to happen. Why don't you stay tuned in, Jesse.
Tim: What do you mean, Aaron?
1!
2!
Richlen not only kicks out, he grabs Mackenzie by the throat at the same time! Richlen gets to his feet, but his attempted chokeslam is thwarted by an STO!
Aaron: Well, well, Gus almost had Connor there, unfortunately Connor was ready though.
Jesse: Keep it up, Connor!
Tim: Roll down your sleeves, Jesse. I can see your heart beating on them. *rolls eyes*
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out again and again grabs Mackenzie by the throat!
This time, Mackenzie counters by whipping Richlen to the ropes and going for a double knee lift, but Richlen catches him and nails the Carnosel!
Jesse: NO CONNOR NO!!!
Aaron: Would you calm down, Jesse? This match isn't quite over yet. He does have to pin him still. The A-shirt is several rows deep into the crowd, and Richlen charges, screaming, and hits the Schwinn Smash!
Aaron: Is this match over? Something tells me we are in store for a surprise.
Jesse: I sure hope not, kick out Connor!
Tim: Sometimes I wish you were here to do this full-time, Aaron. The bias is suffocating.
1!
2!
Mackenzie now has to kick out, but as soon as he gets up, Richlen gets him by the throat again! Yet again, Mackenzie stops him with a kick to the midsection, which he follows up by running and bouncing off one side of the ring, but Richlen dodges the bulldog and, waistlocking his foe, nails one German suplex, then another, and then another! Mackenzie is slow to get up, but when he does, Richlen chokeslams him!
Aaron: Oh my, that was quite the big move from Gus. Is this match over? Richlen appears to be ready to hit the final move of the contest.
Tim: Well if it is the final attack, the match was fought brilliantly.
Jesse: This match can't be over! Connor don't give up!
Richlen is stalking Mackenzie now, and as Mackenzie gets to his feet, Richlen picks him up for the Final Judg-NO!!!! Mackenzie armdrags him mid-move! Richlen is caught off guard and needs a second to regain his bearings, allowing Mackenzie to quickly climb to the top rope, and as Richlen turns around, FLIGHT OF THE DRAGON!!!!
Aaron: Well, well, seems Connor read from a page of my book. He waited for Gus to give him an opening and he used it to his advantage.
1!
2!
3!!!!*
MM: Here is your winner, "The Canadian Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!
Jesse: Yes! Connor won! He won! Gus lost! Yes yes yes!!!
Aaron: You make it seem like you are Connor's father, Jesse. Gus almost had that match not one minute ago. He is definitely championship-caliber. I cannot wait to step into the ring with him at In Your Apartment.
Tim: A great fight between the two champs.
*Mackenzie gets his belt, then asks for the Inter-Forum Championship. As Richlen gets to his feet, he hands him his belt, an then offers a handshake, which Richlen accepts before leaving Mackenzie to celebrate in the ring.*
Aaron: A great display of sportsmanship. These two are definitely just beginning their illustrious careers here in WWCF. It wouldn't surprise me to see one of them as the Heavyweight champ in less than a year even.
Jesse: How can you say that, Enigma? Connor I might agree with, but Gus is a plague in this company and he should be put in his place. You have to beat him for that title!
Tim: Jesse, shut up. Aaron thank you for joining us. It is always a pleasure to have you commentating with us, giving us your insights.
Aaron: It is my pleasure as well, now if you excuse me, I have a case to get on. *gets up and leaves*
*After one last commercial break...*
TH: What a main event we have tonight, King.
JK: It's ludricous, but man will it pay off for the winner.
f*** You WWCF World Openweight Blood and Guts Hardcore Brass Knuckles Deathmatch Championship and No. 1 Contendership Match for the WWCF World Title with Special Guest Referee General of the Monkey Army Amigo versus Vincent Van Agony
TH: You got that right. Last week the Majority Shareholder actually humored Amigo by officially sanctioning a title defense against his own stablemate, Vincent Van Agony!
JK: This is a clearly political move by a threatened Majority Shareholder.
TH: But what if it works? Will Amigo and Viva humor him back?
JK: Hard to tell, but I'll tell you what: the Majority Shareholder was shrewd to toss that No. 1 Contendership for the World Title into the mix. I think that that is really what will make this one a headscratcher until the bell rings.
TH: Interesting analysis, Jesse. I guess that all we can really do is get ready for what surely could be a slobberknocker tonight.
JK: Take it away, Michael Muffer...
MM: The following match is for the f*** You WWCF World Openweight Blood and Guts Hardcore Brass Knuckles Deathmatch Championship. The winner of this match shall also become the No. 1 Contender for the WWCF World Championship. Introducing first, this match's Special Guest Referee, the General... of the Monkey... Army!
*Let's Go Sunning - Galaxy News Radio*
*The General of the Monkey Army dances into the arena wearing Official WWCF Referee Clothes, complete with beret on his head. He pushes a cart full of WWCF products that he throws out to the crowd.*
TH: The General of the Monkey Army has come a long way in a short time from the longest reigning Hardcore Champion in WWCF history to losing a shot at the World and Interforums titles to being hired as one of the Majority Shareholder's...
JK: Minions? Underlings?
TH: Too sinister. Employees perhaps?
JK: Aren't we all his employees?
TH: You know what I mean. He's come a long way nonetheless.
JK: And he should count his blessings.
TH: Well, tonight is his chance to make an impression to the Majority Shareholder as he must officiate this match.
*The General parks the cart and slides into the ring.*
MM: And now for the challenger of tonight's match...
*The arena goes black.*
*No World For Tomorrow - Coheed and Cambria*
*A red spotlight shines on Vincent Van Agony as the first lyrics are sung.*
TH: You can see the intensity in Vincent Van Agony's eyes tonight. He must prove that he is not only the boss tonight, but he also must prove that he can compete for the World Title.
JK: You know what though, TH? These two men sit on the precipice of a possible new championship division in the WWCF.
*Viva charges for the ring as the chorus starts.*
MM: Now entering the ring from Nakatomi HQ and weighing 195lbs... he is the leader of Viva, Inc: Vincent.. Van... Agony!
TH: In the tradition of the Montego Bay Alcoholoweight and Tromboneweight Championships, you may be correct.
*Viva ignores the crowd and makes for the ring, sliding in and springing to his feet. He stretches his neck and arms in wait for Amigo.*
JK: I hope he's trained for this. Amigo's title seems to be a less official Hardcore Title. One that he normally chooses to defend and challenge for.
TH: But tonight, as the Majority Shareholder said, is the night where Amigo puts up or shuts up. Viva, on the other hand, must prove the strength of Viva, Inc and his ability to run it.
MM: And his opponent...
*"The Contract (Crypts of Hades" --> "Underworld" by Running Wild*
TH: Where is Amigo though? He didn't chicken out did he?
JK: No. Amigo is a lot of things, but "chicken" isn't one of them...
MM: Hailing from Nogales, Arizona at a weight of 225lbs...
TH: Even Viva seems confused as to Amigo's whereabouts...
MM: He is your f*** You WWCF World Openweight Blood and Guts Hardcore Brass Knuckles Deathmatch Champion: Amigo!
TH: And still he doesn't-
JK: Look! He's over there!
*Amigo emerges from the audience with his belt over his shoulder. Viva walks up to the ropes and hops onto the bottom rope, beckoning to Amigo.*
TH: Amigo is coming through the crowd!
*Amigo grabs a man by the shirt and throws him off his chair and takes it, holding it into the air.*
JK: And he's ready to go at it!
*Viva looks over to the General, who calls for the bell.*
TH: The General says this match is begun!
JK: All right!
*Viva slips out of the ring and leaps over the guard rail to charge at Amigo, who takes his belt and chucks it at Viva, who stumbles back from the impact.*
TH: Who knows where this match might go?
JK: The General better keep up. This match looks like it is bare essentials wrestling.
TH: Amigo with the chair! Van Agony is down!
JK: He is not hesitating in the slightest. Amigo sees a clear path to the World Title and here he is back in the main event. Now is not the time for brotherhood for him.
TH: Amigo with the chair again!
JK: This could be it right here for Viva!
TH: But Viva grabs the chair! Amigo's down!
*Viva chucks the chair away and stomps on Amigo.*
JK: Viva showing Amigo who is boss.
*Viva stomps Amigo some more.*
TH: Amigo trying to get back up. He is clearly still hurt from the triple threat match.
JK: If Amigo pulls this off, it'll be a hell of a night for him.
TH: A draw and a victory? We'll find out.
*Viva helps Amigo to his feet, takes him by the back of the head, and directs him to the ring...*
TH: Viva taking it back to more familiar territory.
JK: I think it's just a matter of time before the General interferes.
TH: I think the longest reigning Hardcore Champion would know a thing or two about how these kinds of matches work.
*Amigo stops himself and Viva with a foot against the guardrail, grabs Viva by the back of the head, and bashes him up against it.*
TH: Viva's down!
JK: And the General's there to make the count!
TH: Viva with a takedown to Amigo...
*Viva mounts Amigo and starts punching him in the face...*
JK: Viva has been gunning for the World Title for a long time too...
*Viva stands up and helps Amigo back to his feet again...*
TH: Up and over!
*Viva climbs on top of the guard rail...*
TH: And an elbow drop from Viva!
JK: And here's the General for the count!
TH: One! Two! Kick out.
JK: Amigo still has plenty of fight in him.
*Viva gets to one knee when Amigo reaches up and pulls him back down...*
TH: What the?
*Viva struggles but eventually pushes himself free from Amigo...*
JK: Viva is bleeding from the forehead already!
TH: I think Amigo bit him on the forehead!
JK: And Amigo's getting back... Lariat takedown!
*Amigo turns Viva over...*
TH: Amigo with a brain claw. Can Viva take the pain?
JK: This is a match for so many things tonight, Gorilla. The Majority Shareholder knows how to book his enemies into a pickle.
TH: And Viva knows it. Amigo knows it. And judging from the General's officiating, he knows it.
*Amigo releases the brain claw by shoving Viva down with one hand. He plops onto Viva's back and makes mounted punches to the back of Viva's head.*
TH: Amigo seems to be none too hesitant to beat Viva to a pulp.
JK: It's the inherent risk when Amigo is on your team. I frankly would only do it in a "break glass in case of emergency" situation.
TH: Is the General abandoning the match?
JK: But Amigo's going for the pin!
TH: No ref, no pin...
*The General jumps the guard rail and heads for where Amigo entered.*
TH: I don't know what he's doing, but this cannot look good for him.
JK: Here comes Amigo though...
*The General grabs Amigo's belt and turns around as Amigo crosses the guard rail.*
TH: Amigo better not tempt fate here.
JK: Whatever the General gets here, he has coming.
*Viva gets up and takes a moment to recover.*
TH: Looks like they're arguing.
JK: Amigo wants his belt back.
TH: The General must want to keep it at ringside.
*The General takes Amigo down with the belt.*
TH: The General lays down the law!
JK: It's a flagrant abuse of authority and I am disgusted!
TH: And now Viva wants in on the action!
*Viva jumps the guardrail and charges for Amigo and the General...*
TH: Spear to the General!
JK: Viva has the belt now!
*Viva takes the belt and whips it against Amigo's back.*
TH: That must be a sharp crackle of pain.
JK: Of course he does it again.
TH: Viva laying down his own law tonight.
JK: And just to mock Amigo, he puts on the belt himself.
TH: Ought to protect himself from a gut punch.
JK: But not a low blow!
TH: Viva is down.
JK: Cover him, Amigo!
TH: One, two... what?
JK: Finish the count, General!
TH: The General must want this match to continue.
JK: But Amigo had this one!
TH: The battle continues, King. Which of these men will challenge Jonathan Michaels for the World Title at In Your Apartment?
JK: Well it looks like Amigo is ready to confront the General again...
TH: Not a good idea though. He's still the man who must count the pin.
JK: Oh? Amigo is taking Viva to the ring now.
TH: Well, the belt is right by him this time, rather than in the General's hands. That could be a reason...
*Amigo bends Viva over...*
TH: Pumphandle slam onto the guardrail!
JK: Viva must be broken now!
TH: He's a glutton for pain, but it looks like Amigo actually has bite behind his bark with this belt!
*Amigo crosses over the guardrail, as does the General.*
TH: Elbow to Viva's back.
JK: Now Amigo's going for the ring steps! He wants to win this so badly. He practically needs to.
*Amigo picks up the stairs. The General gives him space.*
TH: Viva's picking the wrong time to try getting up...
JK: Don't look now, cuz here it-
TH: Double leg takedown!
*Amigo is on his back, losing his grip of the steps in the process.*
TH: Amigo must be squashed!
JK: I wouldn't say that. Oh, wait, uh... Never mind.
*Viva lifts the steps up and uses it to batter Amigo a few times before he discards it.*
TH: Both men have taken little more than a beating tonight. Not a very scientific match, that's for sure.
JK: But what's next from Viva?
*Viva turns Amigo over, twists the legs, and...*
TH: Indian Death Lock to Amigo.
JK: Viva's clearly trying to immobilize Amigo, and if the opportunity presents itself, he'll give him the Bedtime Story.
TH: But the General seems to be ignoring it. Is he getting some sick enjoyment out of this match?
JK: He's a completely crooked referee, Gorilla.
TH: The Bedtime Story!
JK: Amigo's not tapping. He knows he is just one pinfall away from a World Title shot!
TH: But Viva knows that too, King!
JK: Dammit, General! Amigo's arm is limping!
*The General grabs Amigo's arm and drops it.*
TH: This could be it. Viva could be...
*The General grabs Amigo's arm and drops it again.*
TH: ... Jonathan Michaels's first challenger.
*The General grabs Amigo's arm...*
JK: Hold on, Amigo!
*The General sets Amigo's arm down and stands back up.*
JK: Dammit all to hell!
TH: The General is turning the screws to Viva!
JK: The fix is so clearly in it ain't funny anymore!
TH: Elbow drop to Viva's sternum!
*The General and Viva get up and argue while Amigo recovers.*
JK: The General's refereeing tonight is a sick joke from the Majority Shareholder to Viva Inc. I hope that WWCF stock takes a dive tonight.
TH: I don't. I like this job. Besides, I think the General is taking pent up frustrations out on Viva for last week and the spear from earlier.
*Amigo grabs the apron and gets up behind Viva.*
TH: Amigo's back up, but Viva's still arguing.
JK: Yes! A backhand to the General!
TH: Monkey's Paw! Monkey's Paw!
*Viva turns around from the impact into Amigo, who kicks him in the midsection, bending him over...*
TH: This could be it!
*Amigo lifts Viva onto his shoulders...*
JK: Neutron Bomb! Neutron Bomb!
*Amigo goes for the pin. The General drops down to count.*
TH: One! Two! Three!
*The General calls for the bell.*
*"Underworld" - Running Wild*
MM: Here is your winner and still f*** You WWCF World Openweight Blood and Guts Hardcore Brass Knuckles Deathmatch Champion and No. 1 Contender for the World Title: Amigo!
JK: He's the best at his belt and now he's more than proven it against his own boss.
*The General raises Amigo's arm into the air in victory, while Amigo holds up the belt.*
TH: Could this be the beginning of the end for Viva, Inc?
*Amigo jerks his arm away from the General, grabs the belt with both arms, and slams it in the General's face, taking him down.*
JK: Amigo's taking it to the General now!
*Viva dazedly gets up and looks at Amigo, who pauses...*
JK: Moment of truth. Be a man, Viva.
*Viva grabs the stairs and helps Amigo beat down the General.*
JK: Looks like Viva won't let this tear their alliance apart.
TH: But how will the General and the Pumpkin King be in shape for the Tag Team division?
JK: The Majority Shareholder should have thought about that.
*Viva and Amigo stop their beatdown of the General and take a moment to breathe, when Viva bashes Amigo with the steps.*
TH: Viva showing who is the boss...
*Viva leaves the ring.*
TH: But it looks like Viva, Inc is still together, even though Amigo has ascended further than Viva tonight. What will happen next between the Majority Shareholder and Viva Inc? How will the WWCF World Champion Jonathan Michaels weigh in on his first challenger? Find out on the next exciting edition of Monday Niteraw. This is "Gorilla" Tim Hoss...
JK: I'm Jesse King.
TH: And we'll see you next Monday!
CREDITS: Connor Mackenzie, Gus Richlen, BRB, The Sam, Punisher, Aaron Enigma, Jonathan Michaels, The General of the Monkey Army, Mr. Socko's Brother
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Nov 9, 2011 20:42:48 GMT -5
Okay, so we've got our main event for the PPV: Jono vs. Amigo.
Now gentlemen, it's time to PICK...YOUR...POISON!
Well actually, each other's poison. *ahem*
Amigo, tell me who you want Jonathan Michaels to face next week. Jono, tell me who you want Amigo to face next week.
After I have that information, I'll make up the rest of the card.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Nov 9, 2011 21:04:40 GMT -5
Good show all around folks. Grats to everyone I say, not just the winners.
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Nov 9, 2011 22:06:32 GMT -5
Are we picking the match type as well?
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