Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Nov 15, 2011 20:42:50 GMT -5
We see ringside attendants setting up for the the next match.
Hoss: Folks.....coming up next...will a Gookermania III rematch. The match that, in my opinion, stole the show of that fantastic event. It's Amigo vs Smokin Vokoun.
King: Oh yeah, I remember now, that was the match that Smokin Vokoun Smoke Bombed Amigo through TWO FLAMING TABLES...off of a damn ladder. One of my all time favorite matches.
Hoss: Well tonight, the situation is a little different. Both men, are apart of ViVA INC. They are both being ordered to fight tonight in what should be one hell of a fight. LET'S GO TO MICHAEL MUFFER!!!!
Muffer: Ladies and gentleman...the following contest is half of your double main event and is scheduled for one fall...and it is a Barbed Wire Rope, Broken Glass Filled Turnbuckle, Thumbtack Covered Flaming Tables Match!!!!!!!!!
"Underworld" by Running Wild
Muffer: Coming down the asle...from Nogales, Arizona...weighing in at 225...he represents VIVA INC!!!!! "THE HANGMAN" JONATHAN STONE AMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
-He walks down the ramp with a stoic look this time. He slides under the barbwire (without getting scrapped) and taunts the crowd.
Iron Man by Black Sabbeth plays.
Muffer: And his opponent.....also representing ViVA INC...from Chicago Il, weighing in at 280 pounds...he is the WWCF Hardcore Champion....SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!!
-Vokoun walks out and is also stoic. He's only focusing on Amigo. But before he slides in the ring, he gives Amigo a sly smiles. Amigo gives a sly smile back.
Hoss: This is will a titanic struggle of two of the toughest men in this great sport!!! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!!!!!
-Vokoun slides into the ring and the two men are face to face staring each other down. Just then...
Virus by KMRDM
- THere is a MASSIVE pop as Ryan Blood walks down the ramp. Vokoun turns around and starts screaming at him.
King: IT'S THE COMMISH!!!!!
Hoss: And Vokoun's challenger to the Hardcore title at In Your Apartment...ON PAY PER VIEW!!!!! BUT WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING OUT HERE!!!??
-Ryan Blood walks down and grabs a seat by the official time keeper. He doesn't say a word. While Vokoun is still screaming at him. Amigo then grabs Smokey and starts throwing heavy rights at him. The bell has rung. After a few right hands by Amigo, Amigo goes to shoot Vokoun to the barbwire, but Vokoun puts on the brakes. Vokoun points to his brain, but Amigo grabs him from behind AND HITS A STIFF LARIET AND VOKOUN GOES FACE FIRST INTO THE BARBWIRE!!!!! VOKOUN IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN ALREADY!!!!!
Hoss: Boy that was fast. Vokoun is already bleeding!!!
King: YES!!! MORE BLOOD MORE BLOOD!!!!
Hoss: Man, your sick.
-Vokoun goes down and Amigo starts wailing on the bloody wound. Amigo pulls Vokoun up and drags him to the corner with the broken glass inside. Amigo goes to bash Vokoun's head...but Smokey blocks it AND SMASHES AMIGO'S FACE INTO THE GLASS FILLED TURNBUCKLE!!!!! AMIGO IS ALSO BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!!! Amigo falls to the mat holding his bloody face. Vokoun screams to the heavens as the crowd boos. Vokoun then rips the turnbuckle pad clean off and rips the bag open. Vokoun grabs a shard and starts slicing Amigo's head open even more.
Hoss: King, he's craving Amigo up like a Thanksgiving turkey!!!
King: Yeah, but I'm sure he doesn't taste as good.
-Vokoun slides under the barbwire and goes under the ring to search for weapons. He grabs a crowbar, a baseball bat. a steel chair and table. He throws all of them in the ring and slides back in. Amigo is crawling to his feet as Vokoun picks up a baseball bat. Amigo is struggling to get to his feet. The moment he does..BAM!!! VOKOUN SMASHES THE BASEBALL BAT INTO AMIGO'S RIBS!!!!! Amigo doubles over as Vokoun then smashes the bat over Amigo's back. Amigo goes down. Vokoun then gets on top of Amigo AND STARTS CHOKING AMIGO OUT WITH THE BAT!!!! Vokoun turns Amigo around and goes for the cover.
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Kickout!!!
-Vokoun goes and grabs the table and sets it up. Vokoun grabs Amigo and picks him up and throws Amigo on top of the table. Vokoun gets on the table, picks up Amigo. It looks like Vokoun is going to do a Pulling piledriver, but Amigo fights back with a few rights and lefts...AND HIT'S A SNAP DDT ON SMOKIN VOKOUN THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!! Amigo goes for the cover...
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KICKOUT!!!!
-Amigo has new life. He goes and finds a table shard and starts jabbing into Smokin Vokoun's eye as Smokey starts screaming. Amigo then grabs Vokoun, walks over to the Barbwire ropes AND STARTS DRAGGING VOKOUN'S FACE THROUGH THE BARBWIRE!!!! Vokoun is practically blinded at this point. Vokoun walks around, rubbing his face. Amigo sees the crowbar and grabs it. AMIGO HITS SMOKEY SQUARE IN THE MOUTH. BLOOD AND TEETH FLY EVERYWHERE!!!!! Amigo goes for the cover.
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King: I think Smokin Vokoun's teeth just hit me in the eye, Gorilla. I think some ringside fans caught some of them as well.
Hoss: I wonder how much they'll go on Ebay.
-Amigo starts choking the life out of Vokoun. Then he grabs a steel chair and sets it close to Vokoun. Amigo picks up Vokoun, AND HITS ALABAMA SLAM!!! VOKOUN LANDS HEAD FIRST ON TO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!! Amigo covers...
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-Amigo is really frustrated now. He picks up Smokey and goes to shoot him into the barbwire. But Smokey reverses it AND AMIGO NOT ONLY HITS THE BARBWIRE ROPES...BUT THE BARBWIRE BREAKS AND AMIGO DOES A NESTA PLUNGE ON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!! Amigo is layed on the floor as the crowd yells. "HOLY S***!!!! HOLY S***!!!!
Hoss: The course of this match has just changed fans. Amigo just broke the barbwire ropes!!! And now is out cold on the concrete floor!!!!
-Vokoun wipes the blood from his eyes and see's what he has just done. He gives a sick smile. He then screams at the top of his lungs.. AND THEN LEAPS AND HITS A FLYING ELBOW DROP OF THE APRON AND ON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!! Vokoun goes for the cover...
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KICKOUT!!!!
-Vokoun is stunned that he kicked out from that. He then picks up Amigo and HIT'S A PULLING PILEDRIVER ON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!! Amigo looks limp. But Vokoun doesn't go for the cover. Vokoun then picks up Amigo and pushed him back into the ring.
Hoss: Believe it or not folks...these guys are STABLEMATES!!! How do you think that these guys will be able to co-exist with each other...after all of this punishment they are giving each other.
King: Are you kidding me? These guys LOVE doing this. ViVA INC is like a sick twisted family. This like two kids, fighting over the X-BOX.....only with barbwire and glass.
-Vokoun looks under the ring and he pulls out A BAG OF THUMBTACKS!!!! Vokoun gets back into the ring and starts to spread them all across the ring. Amigo is starting to move, but looks like he's weak. Vokoun picks up Amigo...AND HIT'S A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX ON TO THE THUMBTACKS!!!!!! Amigo writhes in pain and Vokoun goes for the the cover....
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KICKOUT!!!!
-Vokoun is also frustrated. He then picks up Amigo and is about to pick up Amigo for a Samoan Drop...BUT AMIGO BLOCKS AND PICKS UP VOKOUN AND HIT'S A PUMPHANDLE SLAM ON TO THE THUMBTACKS!!!!! Vokoun is now squirming with pain. Amigo goes for the cover....
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Hoss: MY GOD DAMN HEART IS STOPPING JESSE!!!!! BOTH MEN ARE JUST PLAIN MURDERING EACH OTHER OUT THERE!!!!
King: AND I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT AND THE FANS LOVE IT TOO!!!!!
-Amigo gets his wind back, he picks up Vokoun and shoots him to the Barbwire ropes...AND VOKOUN BREAKS THE ROPES AND HE TAKES A NESTA PLUNGE ON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!
Hoss: We only now have two sides of the ring that have any ropes on it!!! Both men are not only tearing each other apart...BUT THEY ARE TEARING THE RING APART TOO!!!!
-Vokoun looks out cold. Amigo jumps out of the ring and goes for the cover....
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-Amigo throws Vokoun back into the ring. Amigo goes under the ring and pulls out another table. Amigo then goes under the ring and pulls out a can of gas and a lighter. Amigo throws the gas all over the table AND LIGHTS THE TABLE ON FIRE!!!! Amigo then slides back into the ring. Vokoun is face down in the ring. Amigo grabs Vokoun, picks him...AND HITS THE NEUTRON BOMB VI ON SMOKIN VOKOUN THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE!!!!!!! THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!!!! Amigo starts to celebrate!!!!!
King: AMIGO GOT HIS REVENGE!!!!!..he has burned Smokin Vokoun....like Vokoun did to him at Gookermania III!!!!
Hoss: But he's wasting to much time. You NEVER give a guy like Smokin Vokoun any time...no matter how badly you beat him up.
-Amigo jumps down the floor and goes to cover.....
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-Vokoun kicks out as Amigo looks on in stunned shock. He yells at the ref for a slow count. But to no avail. Amigo grabs Vokoun and slides him back into the ring. Amigo picks up Vokoun and is about to go for another Neutron Bomb VI...but Vokoun pushed Amigo away, Amigo goes for it again, and Vokoun again pushes Amigo away. Amigo goes for it a third time, but Vokoun punches Amigo right in the mouth. Vokoun then grabs Amigo...AND HITS A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX ON TOP OF THE THUMBTACKS THAT ARE STILL IN THE RING!!!!! Amigo is squirming with pain as Vokoun, who has his wind back points to the announce table.
Hoss: Oh no....don't tell me what I think Smokin Vokoun is going to do.
King: Well....I HAVE TO GO GORILLA!!!!
Hoss: Oh no..your staying here to call the action!!
-Vokoun drags Amigo to the apron where there is no ropes. Vokoun grabs Amigo. HE LEAPS AND HITS THE SMOKE BOMB OFF THE APRON AND ON TO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!!! VOKOUN GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!!!
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-Amigo kicks out...and it's Vokoun's turn to be shocked. Vokoun is now desperate....he signals that he's gonna end the match with the Chicago Claw. He raises his hand and is about to strike a dazed Amigo then.....RYAN BLOOD COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND SMASHES A STEEL CHAIR OVER THE SKULL OF SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!
Hoss: WHAT IN THE HELL!!!!? Ryan Blood...who was sitting right next to the time keeper this whole time...JUST ATTACKED SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!
-Vokoun tries to get up..but Ryan Blood keeps smashing that steel chair relentlessly over and over and over and over again. At least ten chair shots to Smokin Vokoun's head. Vokoun is almost old cold. Blood then throws Vokoun into the ring. Blood climbs in, picks up Vokoun, grabs him...AND HIT'S A VICIOUS GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE THUMBTACKS!!!!!!! But Ryan Blood isn't done yet....he then goes under the ring grabs a FLAMETHROWER!!!! Blood gets back into the ring and waits for Smokin Vokoun to stand. When Vokoun does...BLOOD THROWS A FIREBALL INTO SMOKIN VOKOUN'S FACE!!!!!! Vokoun goes down.
Hoss: Vokoun is out!!!! It took all of that, but Smokin Vokoun looks like he's out!!!!!
-Ryan Blood sees Amigo. He then picks up Amigo, drags him into the ring and puts Amigo on top of Vokoun.
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Muffer: The winner of this match.....AMIIIIIIIIIIIIGOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Amigo starts to come to and sees Ryan Blood staring at both of them. Amigo goes to try and wake Smokin Vokoun up. Smokey is starting to come to as Amigo shakes him a few times. Ryan Blood then grabs a mic.....
BLOOD: You just stay right where you are, Amigo. We were tag partners and friends at one time, but not any more, and you know damn well how deadly I am. If you try to get revenge for Vokoun there in the shape you're in, I'm gonna f*** you up even worse than you already are.
Well Vokoun, when you hear these words it's gonna be after NiteRaw's over. You'll be watching recorded footage of me doing exactly what I said I'd do before: beating the ever-loving s*** out of you. You'll be watching footage of me doing what you said I'd do: getting involved in your match. You might be able to predict what I do sometimes, but you have no idea what I'm capable of!
How's your face feeling now, Vokoun? Bring back any memories? It isn't the first time you've been burned like this...
The last time you lost your Hardcore Championship, Ryan Starshine ignited a fireball in your face during your match against Metal. As Starshine explained later, he had a good reason for it.
And what did you do to the Technical Professional, Vokoun? You put him in a body cast! You broke both his body and his spirit! Not many people know this, but right after me and Amigo and Colt joined forces in what would later be called The Pantheon, I visited Starshine in the hospital. I invited him to join us after he recovered. I promised him that together, we would all punish you for what you did to him.
Starshine said no. He said he was done with wrestling.
I don't care who was a good guy and who was a bad guy and who was whatever back then! All I care about is that you destroyed one of the best wrestlers in the WWCF, that because of you the Pantheon had to do without him!
I'm mentally taking myself back to that day Vokoun, back to the day when I saw that pitiful figure lying in that bed, back when my rage boiled over to the point where it was all I could do not to trash everything in the room except for Starshine himself! Back when I hated your f***ing guts the most.
Those feelings never went away. They just got buried. And I'm digging them up.
That's why it felt so good to do what I just did. That's why it's gonna feel even better to punish you even worse at In Your Apartment. And that's why no matter what you hit me with, no matter how much pain I'm in, it'll be nothing compared to my rage.
And that's why your days are numbered.
*Blood drops the mic and climbs out of the ring to walk to the back...*
Tim Hoss: What kind of sick brutality will these two men inflict on one another at "In Your Apartment"?
Jesse King: I don't know Gorilla, but speaking of sick brutality, we've got a Taipei Death Match coming right up!
*After the break...*
Tim Hoss: It’s time for the second match in tonight’s double main event folks, and if you’re squeamish, I think maybe you should go and check out WWCF.com for a while, because this could get quite graphic.
Jesse King: That’s right Gorilla, it’s a Taipei Death Match, and for those of you not familiar with that, let me explain it to you. Both of our competitors will tape their fists prior to the match starting, then you’ll notice at ringside there are seven covered trays. One contains a quick drying glue that they will dip their knuckles in, then other six contain different materials that adhere to their fists, and once stuck to the tape, are legal.
TH: The six different materials will are thumbtacks, broken glass, ball bearings, barbed wire caltrops, crushed cement and jagged metal pieces. Each competitor will choose them at random, and won’t know which one they’ve got until they’ve picked.
JK: There are no countouts or disqualifications, and crucially, no pinfalls or submissions. The match ends one way: Via knockout. Our referee will stage a ten count when a competitor hits the floor, and they have to beat that ten count to continue.
TH: And this match has been thought up by Amigo, who wants to put his opponent, the WWCF World Champion, Jonathan Michaels, through as much Hell as possible before they meet at In Your Apartment in a few weeks time.
JK: Michaels put Amigo through what was one of the most brutal and bizarre matches we’ve ever seen here in the WWCF earlier tonight against Smokin Vokoun, but you’ve got to worry for the champ tonight, mainly because Amigo picked the one guy you don’t want to face in a match like this.
TH: The guy who has the biggest, hardest punch in the business, Frank Castle - let’s go to Michael Muffer.
Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time for the second half of tonight’s double main event. It is a Taipei Death Match. It can only end by knockout, and taped fists, along with the material attached to them, are legal. Introducing the participants:
*Wake Up by Rage Against The Machine echoes throughout the arena as Frank Castle stalks to the ring with boos ringing out. He removes his coat and gloves at ringside, then tapes his fists up and waits next to the tray of glue.*
MM: From New York, New York, weighing 296lbs, he is Frank Castle, The Punisher!
*DOA by The Foo Fighters kicks in*
MM: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 240lbs, he is the WWCF World Champion, Johnathan Michaels!
Jono steps up to The Punisher at ringside, and tapes his fists while staring the bigger man in the face. The referee orders both men to take a step back, then motions to Jono to dip his fists in the glue, then pick his weapons. Jono coats his fists, then picks tray numbers 3, 2 and 6.
TH: Whoa, Michaels got the barbed wire caltrops, crushed cement and the ball bearings!
JK: Well he’s got to hit hard enough with those to knock Castle out, it’ll give him an advantage, but you know something Gorilla, I’m not sure he can knock him out.
The ref motions for Castle to dip his hands, then pick from the remaining three trays, getting the thumbtacks, broken glass and metal pieces.
JK: Oh crap Gorilla, you reckon he remembers what you said to him about that diet soda last week?
TH: It was your diet soda!
JK: That’s not what I’m saying if he comes over here.
The bell rings and The Punisher immediately grabs Michaels and smashes his head into the tray containing the broken glass, busting him open.
TH: Hey, that isn’t fair, the match had only just started and this is supposed to be a fist fight!
JK: Do you really think The Punisher cares? He’s just gonna hurt Michaels, there’ll be plenty of time for punches later.
Castle belts Michaels across the face with a big left hand, cutting his cheek with a shard of broken glass. Michaels ducks another blow, and gets a solid right hand on Castle’s cheek, staggering him under the impact of the cement, ball bearings and barbed wire. Seizing his chance, Jono Thesz presses The Punisher and rains rights and lefts down on him. Castle gets his arms up to defend his face, and Michaels opens up big cuts on The Punishers forearms with his barbed wire assisted blows.
TH: I don’t think Michaels is intimidated at all - look at how he’s taking it to Castle.
JK: Well he is the WWCF World Champion Hoss, he didn’t get that belt by being a pussy, but I thin k it’s gonna take a little more than a couple of lucky shots to bring down Viva’s monster.
The Punisher rams his fist into Jono’s nose, splattering blood into the air and forcing him off his chest. Castle swings a big right at Michaels’ face and catches him in the jaw, then follows up with an uppercut that flattens the champ. The ref begins to count.
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Jono manages to get to his feet, as The Punisher grabs a bunch of the barbed wire caltrops from the tray at ringside and tries to mash them into Jono’s face, The champ avoids the move, and grabs Castle by the hair, slamming him into the tray of broken glass.
TH: Ow, mah gawd King, that was brutal, just…brutal.
JK: You’re telling me, The Punisher’s got a cut above his eye the size of the Battery Park Tunnel!
The champ continues his assault, pummelling Castle with a flurry of punches to his open cut. Pretty soon, Castle’s face is drenched in blood, but Michaels continues his assault. He rolls Castle back into the ring, pulls his face up to his and cracks him across the jaw with his barbed wire assisted fist. The ref makes the count.
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But The Punisher gets up to one knee, only for Jono to deliver a strong kick to the face, knocking back down. Immediately Castle begins to stir, so Jono goes to the outside and grabs the tray full of thumbtacks. Bringing them back into the ring, he scatters them over the canvas, then grabs The Punisher, and drives his head into the tacks with a jumping DDT.
TH: Good God! It seems Jonathan Michaels has stepped up to The Punisher’s level of brutality King!
JK: He’s gonna need to Hoss, the only way he’s gonna keep down Viva’s monster is to go to the places he’s been to. He’s got to have no remorse, he’s got to hurt this guy before he gets his second wind, because I think if Michaels can’t take him down when he gets to this level, then he ain’t gonna do it at all.
The ref begins another count.
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But The Punisher sits up.
JK: He’s getting closer Gorilla, but he still couldn’t put him down.
Michaels goes to the outside again, grabbing a steel chair. The Punisher gets to his feet, and the champ wails on him across his head with the foreign object. The ref begins to count, but Jono tells him not to bother, because he’s not finished. Positioning Castle’s head against the chair. Jono mounts the top rope, and goes to deliver a flying fist drop. Jono connects and collapses into the corner. The ref begins his count.
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The Punisher sits up again, shaking his head. Jono has a look of disbelief on his face. Castle gets to one knee and spit’s a couple of teeth onto the mat. Then rises back up to his feet. Jono charges, but Castle drives him back to the corner with quick jabs to his face and chest. He beals him out of the corner, then goes to the outside himself, and picks up the tray with the crushed cement. He viciously drops it right across Jono’s face, then goes to the outside again, grabbing the ball bearing tray.
JK: What the Hell’s he going to do with that Hoss?
TH: I don’t know King, there isn’t a lot you can do if they’re not stuck to your fists. Wait a minute…that’s disgusting!
The Punisher forcibly opens Jono’s mouth, then stuffs a handful of ball bearings inside. Jono starts to spit them out, but not before Castle kicks the champ hard across the face.
TH: Oh Jesus Mary and Joseph! They’ve got to stop this King.
JK: For once I agree with you Hoss, this has gone beyond decent, somebody’s got to put Castle back on his leash.
TH: As if by magic King…
The crowd start to boo as the rest of Viva Inc appear at the top of the ramp. Lead by Vincent Van Agony, they make their way to the ring as Jono just gets to his feet from The Punisher’s brutal assault.
TH: Why do I have a feeling this isn’t going to end well for the champion?
JK: Can you imagine how he’s feeling out there? He’s blasted The Punisher with everything he’s got and the big freak is still standing there, like Frankenstein…
TH…Nice pun King
JK: Don’t interrupt me Hoss. Now he’s got to contend with the rest of Van Agony’s gang? There are limits Gorilla, and I think Michaels is just about to find his limits tested to the max.
Amigo stations himself over by the timekeeper’s table, and takes possession of Jono’s World Title belt, cradling it on his lap as he takes a seat. Jono tries valiantly to batter Castle, staggering the big man with more rights and lefts, but he appears spent. Viva and Smokin Vokoun go to the remaining tray at ringside, filled with broken glass. They motion for Tim Hoss and Jesse King to get clear and scatter the glass all over the announcer’s table.
TH: We’ll try and keep going throughout this folks, but you’ll have bear with us if things get out of hand.
Viva, Vokoun and Jeremy Dupoe enter the ring, flanking Michaels. The champ has nowhere to turn.
TH: This isn’t fair King, it’s sickening!
JK: And there’s no one stupid enough to come out here and stop Viva Inc, look, no one riding to Jonathan Michaels rescue, and I think he’s about to find out what The Punisher meant earlier this week, when he said that monsters are real.
Michaels goes at Viva, and lands a barbed wire punch on him, but Vokoun clubs him from behind and Dupoe slugs him in his already damaged jaw. The referee wants to help out, but The Punisher intimidates him into staying put. Castle orders Dupoe and Vokoun to restrain Michaels.
TH: This is terrible King, they have to be stopped.
JK: You wanna get in there Hoss? You know what’s coming next.
Michaels stares up at The Punisher, who shows no remorse as he blasts Jono with the Endgame, ripping open a big gash on his jaw with the broken glass embedded in his fist. Viva Inc let Michaels fall to the floor. Castle picks up his opponent, and hoists him up into a military press. Walking over to the rope, he throws Michaels through the announce table littered with the glass, then turns to the ref and orders him to count.
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TH: Oh Mah Gawd, King, this is reprehensible.
JK: Hoss, I honestly have to say I agree with you, I think they’ve gone too far. This is an assault. Nothing less than a full on physical assault. They have to be punished for this.
TH: There was only one guy doing the punishing in there tonight King, and unfortunately for Jonathan Michaels, it wasn’t him. Let’s get the official word - like we need it…
MM: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via knockout, Frank Castle, “The Punisher!”
Castle grabs the mic from Muffer and throws it to Amigo, who stands over Michaels as EMT’s make their way to ringside to tend to his wounds.
TH: What now, as if he wasn’t hurt enough?
Amigo leans in on Jono’s unconscious face.
Amigo: If you think this is bad, wait for In Your Apartment Michaels, cos it’s gonna get a whole lot worse..
TH: Adding insult to injury - disgusting.
Viva Inc retreat back up the ramp, holding their hands aloft as they get to the top while the EMT's continue to treat Michaels.
JK: Big question now folks is can Jonathan Michaels beat the odds at In Your Apartment? From the looks of tonight, he’s gonna have one big task on his hands.
TH: I’m not sure any of us, least of all the Champion, have the answer, but one thing’s for sure, it’ll be one of the most explosive events we’ve ever hosted. From me Tim Hoss and form Jesse King, please don’t have nightmares about what you’ve seen this evening, and sleep well, Goodnight.
CREDITS: BRB, Connor Mackenzie, Gus Richlen, Smokin' Vokoun, Punisher, Aaron Enigma, The General of the Monkey Army, Mr. Socko's Brother
Hoss: Folks.....coming up next...will a Gookermania III rematch. The match that, in my opinion, stole the show of that fantastic event. It's Amigo vs Smokin Vokoun.
King: Oh yeah, I remember now, that was the match that Smokin Vokoun Smoke Bombed Amigo through TWO FLAMING TABLES...off of a damn ladder. One of my all time favorite matches.
Hoss: Well tonight, the situation is a little different. Both men, are apart of ViVA INC. They are both being ordered to fight tonight in what should be one hell of a fight. LET'S GO TO MICHAEL MUFFER!!!!
Muffer: Ladies and gentleman...the following contest is half of your double main event and is scheduled for one fall...and it is a Barbed Wire Rope, Broken Glass Filled Turnbuckle, Thumbtack Covered Flaming Tables Match!!!!!!!!!
"Underworld" by Running Wild
Muffer: Coming down the asle...from Nogales, Arizona...weighing in at 225...he represents VIVA INC!!!!! "THE HANGMAN" JONATHAN STONE AMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
-He walks down the ramp with a stoic look this time. He slides under the barbwire (without getting scrapped) and taunts the crowd.
Iron Man by Black Sabbeth plays.
Muffer: And his opponent.....also representing ViVA INC...from Chicago Il, weighing in at 280 pounds...he is the WWCF Hardcore Champion....SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!!
-Vokoun walks out and is also stoic. He's only focusing on Amigo. But before he slides in the ring, he gives Amigo a sly smiles. Amigo gives a sly smile back.
Hoss: This is will a titanic struggle of two of the toughest men in this great sport!!! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!!!!!
-Vokoun slides into the ring and the two men are face to face staring each other down. Just then...
Virus by KMRDM
- THere is a MASSIVE pop as Ryan Blood walks down the ramp. Vokoun turns around and starts screaming at him.
King: IT'S THE COMMISH!!!!!
Hoss: And Vokoun's challenger to the Hardcore title at In Your Apartment...ON PAY PER VIEW!!!!! BUT WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING OUT HERE!!!??
-Ryan Blood walks down and grabs a seat by the official time keeper. He doesn't say a word. While Vokoun is still screaming at him. Amigo then grabs Smokey and starts throwing heavy rights at him. The bell has rung. After a few right hands by Amigo, Amigo goes to shoot Vokoun to the barbwire, but Vokoun puts on the brakes. Vokoun points to his brain, but Amigo grabs him from behind AND HITS A STIFF LARIET AND VOKOUN GOES FACE FIRST INTO THE BARBWIRE!!!!! VOKOUN IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN ALREADY!!!!!
Hoss: Boy that was fast. Vokoun is already bleeding!!!
King: YES!!! MORE BLOOD MORE BLOOD!!!!
Hoss: Man, your sick.
-Vokoun goes down and Amigo starts wailing on the bloody wound. Amigo pulls Vokoun up and drags him to the corner with the broken glass inside. Amigo goes to bash Vokoun's head...but Smokey blocks it AND SMASHES AMIGO'S FACE INTO THE GLASS FILLED TURNBUCKLE!!!!! AMIGO IS ALSO BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!!! Amigo falls to the mat holding his bloody face. Vokoun screams to the heavens as the crowd boos. Vokoun then rips the turnbuckle pad clean off and rips the bag open. Vokoun grabs a shard and starts slicing Amigo's head open even more.
Hoss: King, he's craving Amigo up like a Thanksgiving turkey!!!
King: Yeah, but I'm sure he doesn't taste as good.
-Vokoun slides under the barbwire and goes under the ring to search for weapons. He grabs a crowbar, a baseball bat. a steel chair and table. He throws all of them in the ring and slides back in. Amigo is crawling to his feet as Vokoun picks up a baseball bat. Amigo is struggling to get to his feet. The moment he does..BAM!!! VOKOUN SMASHES THE BASEBALL BAT INTO AMIGO'S RIBS!!!!! Amigo doubles over as Vokoun then smashes the bat over Amigo's back. Amigo goes down. Vokoun then gets on top of Amigo AND STARTS CHOKING AMIGO OUT WITH THE BAT!!!! Vokoun turns Amigo around and goes for the cover.
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-Vokoun goes and grabs the table and sets it up. Vokoun grabs Amigo and picks him up and throws Amigo on top of the table. Vokoun gets on the table, picks up Amigo. It looks like Vokoun is going to do a Pulling piledriver, but Amigo fights back with a few rights and lefts...AND HIT'S A SNAP DDT ON SMOKIN VOKOUN THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!! Amigo goes for the cover...
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-Amigo has new life. He goes and finds a table shard and starts jabbing into Smokin Vokoun's eye as Smokey starts screaming. Amigo then grabs Vokoun, walks over to the Barbwire ropes AND STARTS DRAGGING VOKOUN'S FACE THROUGH THE BARBWIRE!!!! Vokoun is practically blinded at this point. Vokoun walks around, rubbing his face. Amigo sees the crowbar and grabs it. AMIGO HITS SMOKEY SQUARE IN THE MOUTH. BLOOD AND TEETH FLY EVERYWHERE!!!!! Amigo goes for the cover.
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King: I think Smokin Vokoun's teeth just hit me in the eye, Gorilla. I think some ringside fans caught some of them as well.
Hoss: I wonder how much they'll go on Ebay.
-Amigo starts choking the life out of Vokoun. Then he grabs a steel chair and sets it close to Vokoun. Amigo picks up Vokoun, AND HITS ALABAMA SLAM!!! VOKOUN LANDS HEAD FIRST ON TO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!! Amigo covers...
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-Amigo is really frustrated now. He picks up Smokey and goes to shoot him into the barbwire. But Smokey reverses it AND AMIGO NOT ONLY HITS THE BARBWIRE ROPES...BUT THE BARBWIRE BREAKS AND AMIGO DOES A NESTA PLUNGE ON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!! Amigo is layed on the floor as the crowd yells. "HOLY S***!!!! HOLY S***!!!!
Hoss: The course of this match has just changed fans. Amigo just broke the barbwire ropes!!! And now is out cold on the concrete floor!!!!
-Vokoun wipes the blood from his eyes and see's what he has just done. He gives a sick smile. He then screams at the top of his lungs.. AND THEN LEAPS AND HITS A FLYING ELBOW DROP OF THE APRON AND ON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!! Vokoun goes for the cover...
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-Vokoun is stunned that he kicked out from that. He then picks up Amigo and HIT'S A PULLING PILEDRIVER ON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!! Amigo looks limp. But Vokoun doesn't go for the cover. Vokoun then picks up Amigo and pushed him back into the ring.
Hoss: Believe it or not folks...these guys are STABLEMATES!!! How do you think that these guys will be able to co-exist with each other...after all of this punishment they are giving each other.
King: Are you kidding me? These guys LOVE doing this. ViVA INC is like a sick twisted family. This like two kids, fighting over the X-BOX.....only with barbwire and glass.
-Vokoun looks under the ring and he pulls out A BAG OF THUMBTACKS!!!! Vokoun gets back into the ring and starts to spread them all across the ring. Amigo is starting to move, but looks like he's weak. Vokoun picks up Amigo...AND HIT'S A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX ON TO THE THUMBTACKS!!!!!! Amigo writhes in pain and Vokoun goes for the the cover....
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-Vokoun is also frustrated. He then picks up Amigo and is about to pick up Amigo for a Samoan Drop...BUT AMIGO BLOCKS AND PICKS UP VOKOUN AND HIT'S A PUMPHANDLE SLAM ON TO THE THUMBTACKS!!!!! Vokoun is now squirming with pain. Amigo goes for the cover....
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Hoss: MY GOD DAMN HEART IS STOPPING JESSE!!!!! BOTH MEN ARE JUST PLAIN MURDERING EACH OTHER OUT THERE!!!!
King: AND I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT AND THE FANS LOVE IT TOO!!!!!
-Amigo gets his wind back, he picks up Vokoun and shoots him to the Barbwire ropes...AND VOKOUN BREAKS THE ROPES AND HE TAKES A NESTA PLUNGE ON TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!
Hoss: We only now have two sides of the ring that have any ropes on it!!! Both men are not only tearing each other apart...BUT THEY ARE TEARING THE RING APART TOO!!!!
-Vokoun looks out cold. Amigo jumps out of the ring and goes for the cover....
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-Amigo throws Vokoun back into the ring. Amigo goes under the ring and pulls out another table. Amigo then goes under the ring and pulls out a can of gas and a lighter. Amigo throws the gas all over the table AND LIGHTS THE TABLE ON FIRE!!!! Amigo then slides back into the ring. Vokoun is face down in the ring. Amigo grabs Vokoun, picks him...AND HITS THE NEUTRON BOMB VI ON SMOKIN VOKOUN THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE!!!!!!! THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!!!! Amigo starts to celebrate!!!!!
King: AMIGO GOT HIS REVENGE!!!!!..he has burned Smokin Vokoun....like Vokoun did to him at Gookermania III!!!!
Hoss: But he's wasting to much time. You NEVER give a guy like Smokin Vokoun any time...no matter how badly you beat him up.
-Amigo jumps down the floor and goes to cover.....
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-Vokoun kicks out as Amigo looks on in stunned shock. He yells at the ref for a slow count. But to no avail. Amigo grabs Vokoun and slides him back into the ring. Amigo picks up Vokoun and is about to go for another Neutron Bomb VI...but Vokoun pushed Amigo away, Amigo goes for it again, and Vokoun again pushes Amigo away. Amigo goes for it a third time, but Vokoun punches Amigo right in the mouth. Vokoun then grabs Amigo...AND HITS A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX ON TOP OF THE THUMBTACKS THAT ARE STILL IN THE RING!!!!! Amigo is squirming with pain as Vokoun, who has his wind back points to the announce table.
Hoss: Oh no....don't tell me what I think Smokin Vokoun is going to do.
King: Well....I HAVE TO GO GORILLA!!!!
Hoss: Oh no..your staying here to call the action!!
-Vokoun drags Amigo to the apron where there is no ropes. Vokoun grabs Amigo. HE LEAPS AND HITS THE SMOKE BOMB OFF THE APRON AND ON TO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!!!! VOKOUN GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!!!
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-Amigo kicks out...and it's Vokoun's turn to be shocked. Vokoun is now desperate....he signals that he's gonna end the match with the Chicago Claw. He raises his hand and is about to strike a dazed Amigo then.....RYAN BLOOD COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND SMASHES A STEEL CHAIR OVER THE SKULL OF SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!
Hoss: WHAT IN THE HELL!!!!? Ryan Blood...who was sitting right next to the time keeper this whole time...JUST ATTACKED SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!
-Vokoun tries to get up..but Ryan Blood keeps smashing that steel chair relentlessly over and over and over and over again. At least ten chair shots to Smokin Vokoun's head. Vokoun is almost old cold. Blood then throws Vokoun into the ring. Blood climbs in, picks up Vokoun, grabs him...AND HIT'S A VICIOUS GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE THUMBTACKS!!!!!!! But Ryan Blood isn't done yet....he then goes under the ring grabs a FLAMETHROWER!!!! Blood gets back into the ring and waits for Smokin Vokoun to stand. When Vokoun does...BLOOD THROWS A FIREBALL INTO SMOKIN VOKOUN'S FACE!!!!!! Vokoun goes down.
Hoss: Vokoun is out!!!! It took all of that, but Smokin Vokoun looks like he's out!!!!!
-Ryan Blood sees Amigo. He then picks up Amigo, drags him into the ring and puts Amigo on top of Vokoun.
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Muffer: The winner of this match.....AMIIIIIIIIIIIIGOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Amigo starts to come to and sees Ryan Blood staring at both of them. Amigo goes to try and wake Smokin Vokoun up. Smokey is starting to come to as Amigo shakes him a few times. Ryan Blood then grabs a mic.....
BLOOD: You just stay right where you are, Amigo. We were tag partners and friends at one time, but not any more, and you know damn well how deadly I am. If you try to get revenge for Vokoun there in the shape you're in, I'm gonna f*** you up even worse than you already are.
Well Vokoun, when you hear these words it's gonna be after NiteRaw's over. You'll be watching recorded footage of me doing exactly what I said I'd do before: beating the ever-loving s*** out of you. You'll be watching footage of me doing what you said I'd do: getting involved in your match. You might be able to predict what I do sometimes, but you have no idea what I'm capable of!
How's your face feeling now, Vokoun? Bring back any memories? It isn't the first time you've been burned like this...
The last time you lost your Hardcore Championship, Ryan Starshine ignited a fireball in your face during your match against Metal. As Starshine explained later, he had a good reason for it.
And what did you do to the Technical Professional, Vokoun? You put him in a body cast! You broke both his body and his spirit! Not many people know this, but right after me and Amigo and Colt joined forces in what would later be called The Pantheon, I visited Starshine in the hospital. I invited him to join us after he recovered. I promised him that together, we would all punish you for what you did to him.
Starshine said no. He said he was done with wrestling.
I don't care who was a good guy and who was a bad guy and who was whatever back then! All I care about is that you destroyed one of the best wrestlers in the WWCF, that because of you the Pantheon had to do without him!
I'm mentally taking myself back to that day Vokoun, back to the day when I saw that pitiful figure lying in that bed, back when my rage boiled over to the point where it was all I could do not to trash everything in the room except for Starshine himself! Back when I hated your f***ing guts the most.
Those feelings never went away. They just got buried. And I'm digging them up.
That's why it felt so good to do what I just did. That's why it's gonna feel even better to punish you even worse at In Your Apartment. And that's why no matter what you hit me with, no matter how much pain I'm in, it'll be nothing compared to my rage.
And that's why your days are numbered.
*Blood drops the mic and climbs out of the ring to walk to the back...*
Tim Hoss: What kind of sick brutality will these two men inflict on one another at "In Your Apartment"?
Jesse King: I don't know Gorilla, but speaking of sick brutality, we've got a Taipei Death Match coming right up!
*After the break...*
Tim Hoss: It’s time for the second match in tonight’s double main event folks, and if you’re squeamish, I think maybe you should go and check out WWCF.com for a while, because this could get quite graphic.
Jesse King: That’s right Gorilla, it’s a Taipei Death Match, and for those of you not familiar with that, let me explain it to you. Both of our competitors will tape their fists prior to the match starting, then you’ll notice at ringside there are seven covered trays. One contains a quick drying glue that they will dip their knuckles in, then other six contain different materials that adhere to their fists, and once stuck to the tape, are legal.
TH: The six different materials will are thumbtacks, broken glass, ball bearings, barbed wire caltrops, crushed cement and jagged metal pieces. Each competitor will choose them at random, and won’t know which one they’ve got until they’ve picked.
JK: There are no countouts or disqualifications, and crucially, no pinfalls or submissions. The match ends one way: Via knockout. Our referee will stage a ten count when a competitor hits the floor, and they have to beat that ten count to continue.
TH: And this match has been thought up by Amigo, who wants to put his opponent, the WWCF World Champion, Jonathan Michaels, through as much Hell as possible before they meet at In Your Apartment in a few weeks time.
JK: Michaels put Amigo through what was one of the most brutal and bizarre matches we’ve ever seen here in the WWCF earlier tonight against Smokin Vokoun, but you’ve got to worry for the champ tonight, mainly because Amigo picked the one guy you don’t want to face in a match like this.
TH: The guy who has the biggest, hardest punch in the business, Frank Castle - let’s go to Michael Muffer.
Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time for the second half of tonight’s double main event. It is a Taipei Death Match. It can only end by knockout, and taped fists, along with the material attached to them, are legal. Introducing the participants:
*Wake Up by Rage Against The Machine echoes throughout the arena as Frank Castle stalks to the ring with boos ringing out. He removes his coat and gloves at ringside, then tapes his fists up and waits next to the tray of glue.*
MM: From New York, New York, weighing 296lbs, he is Frank Castle, The Punisher!
*DOA by The Foo Fighters kicks in*
MM: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 240lbs, he is the WWCF World Champion, Johnathan Michaels!
Jono steps up to The Punisher at ringside, and tapes his fists while staring the bigger man in the face. The referee orders both men to take a step back, then motions to Jono to dip his fists in the glue, then pick his weapons. Jono coats his fists, then picks tray numbers 3, 2 and 6.
TH: Whoa, Michaels got the barbed wire caltrops, crushed cement and the ball bearings!
JK: Well he’s got to hit hard enough with those to knock Castle out, it’ll give him an advantage, but you know something Gorilla, I’m not sure he can knock him out.
The ref motions for Castle to dip his hands, then pick from the remaining three trays, getting the thumbtacks, broken glass and metal pieces.
JK: Oh crap Gorilla, you reckon he remembers what you said to him about that diet soda last week?
TH: It was your diet soda!
JK: That’s not what I’m saying if he comes over here.
The bell rings and The Punisher immediately grabs Michaels and smashes his head into the tray containing the broken glass, busting him open.
TH: Hey, that isn’t fair, the match had only just started and this is supposed to be a fist fight!
JK: Do you really think The Punisher cares? He’s just gonna hurt Michaels, there’ll be plenty of time for punches later.
Castle belts Michaels across the face with a big left hand, cutting his cheek with a shard of broken glass. Michaels ducks another blow, and gets a solid right hand on Castle’s cheek, staggering him under the impact of the cement, ball bearings and barbed wire. Seizing his chance, Jono Thesz presses The Punisher and rains rights and lefts down on him. Castle gets his arms up to defend his face, and Michaels opens up big cuts on The Punishers forearms with his barbed wire assisted blows.
TH: I don’t think Michaels is intimidated at all - look at how he’s taking it to Castle.
JK: Well he is the WWCF World Champion Hoss, he didn’t get that belt by being a pussy, but I thin k it’s gonna take a little more than a couple of lucky shots to bring down Viva’s monster.
The Punisher rams his fist into Jono’s nose, splattering blood into the air and forcing him off his chest. Castle swings a big right at Michaels’ face and catches him in the jaw, then follows up with an uppercut that flattens the champ. The ref begins to count.
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Jono manages to get to his feet, as The Punisher grabs a bunch of the barbed wire caltrops from the tray at ringside and tries to mash them into Jono’s face, The champ avoids the move, and grabs Castle by the hair, slamming him into the tray of broken glass.
TH: Ow, mah gawd King, that was brutal, just…brutal.
JK: You’re telling me, The Punisher’s got a cut above his eye the size of the Battery Park Tunnel!
The champ continues his assault, pummelling Castle with a flurry of punches to his open cut. Pretty soon, Castle’s face is drenched in blood, but Michaels continues his assault. He rolls Castle back into the ring, pulls his face up to his and cracks him across the jaw with his barbed wire assisted fist. The ref makes the count.
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But The Punisher gets up to one knee, only for Jono to deliver a strong kick to the face, knocking back down. Immediately Castle begins to stir, so Jono goes to the outside and grabs the tray full of thumbtacks. Bringing them back into the ring, he scatters them over the canvas, then grabs The Punisher, and drives his head into the tacks with a jumping DDT.
TH: Good God! It seems Jonathan Michaels has stepped up to The Punisher’s level of brutality King!
JK: He’s gonna need to Hoss, the only way he’s gonna keep down Viva’s monster is to go to the places he’s been to. He’s got to have no remorse, he’s got to hurt this guy before he gets his second wind, because I think if Michaels can’t take him down when he gets to this level, then he ain’t gonna do it at all.
The ref begins another count.
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But The Punisher sits up.
JK: He’s getting closer Gorilla, but he still couldn’t put him down.
Michaels goes to the outside again, grabbing a steel chair. The Punisher gets to his feet, and the champ wails on him across his head with the foreign object. The ref begins to count, but Jono tells him not to bother, because he’s not finished. Positioning Castle’s head against the chair. Jono mounts the top rope, and goes to deliver a flying fist drop. Jono connects and collapses into the corner. The ref begins his count.
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The Punisher sits up again, shaking his head. Jono has a look of disbelief on his face. Castle gets to one knee and spit’s a couple of teeth onto the mat. Then rises back up to his feet. Jono charges, but Castle drives him back to the corner with quick jabs to his face and chest. He beals him out of the corner, then goes to the outside himself, and picks up the tray with the crushed cement. He viciously drops it right across Jono’s face, then goes to the outside again, grabbing the ball bearing tray.
JK: What the Hell’s he going to do with that Hoss?
TH: I don’t know King, there isn’t a lot you can do if they’re not stuck to your fists. Wait a minute…that’s disgusting!
The Punisher forcibly opens Jono’s mouth, then stuffs a handful of ball bearings inside. Jono starts to spit them out, but not before Castle kicks the champ hard across the face.
TH: Oh Jesus Mary and Joseph! They’ve got to stop this King.
JK: For once I agree with you Hoss, this has gone beyond decent, somebody’s got to put Castle back on his leash.
TH: As if by magic King…
The crowd start to boo as the rest of Viva Inc appear at the top of the ramp. Lead by Vincent Van Agony, they make their way to the ring as Jono just gets to his feet from The Punisher’s brutal assault.
TH: Why do I have a feeling this isn’t going to end well for the champion?
JK: Can you imagine how he’s feeling out there? He’s blasted The Punisher with everything he’s got and the big freak is still standing there, like Frankenstein…
TH…Nice pun King
JK: Don’t interrupt me Hoss. Now he’s got to contend with the rest of Van Agony’s gang? There are limits Gorilla, and I think Michaels is just about to find his limits tested to the max.
Amigo stations himself over by the timekeeper’s table, and takes possession of Jono’s World Title belt, cradling it on his lap as he takes a seat. Jono tries valiantly to batter Castle, staggering the big man with more rights and lefts, but he appears spent. Viva and Smokin Vokoun go to the remaining tray at ringside, filled with broken glass. They motion for Tim Hoss and Jesse King to get clear and scatter the glass all over the announcer’s table.
TH: We’ll try and keep going throughout this folks, but you’ll have bear with us if things get out of hand.
Viva, Vokoun and Jeremy Dupoe enter the ring, flanking Michaels. The champ has nowhere to turn.
TH: This isn’t fair King, it’s sickening!
JK: And there’s no one stupid enough to come out here and stop Viva Inc, look, no one riding to Jonathan Michaels rescue, and I think he’s about to find out what The Punisher meant earlier this week, when he said that monsters are real.
Michaels goes at Viva, and lands a barbed wire punch on him, but Vokoun clubs him from behind and Dupoe slugs him in his already damaged jaw. The referee wants to help out, but The Punisher intimidates him into staying put. Castle orders Dupoe and Vokoun to restrain Michaels.
TH: This is terrible King, they have to be stopped.
JK: You wanna get in there Hoss? You know what’s coming next.
Michaels stares up at The Punisher, who shows no remorse as he blasts Jono with the Endgame, ripping open a big gash on his jaw with the broken glass embedded in his fist. Viva Inc let Michaels fall to the floor. Castle picks up his opponent, and hoists him up into a military press. Walking over to the rope, he throws Michaels through the announce table littered with the glass, then turns to the ref and orders him to count.
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TH: Oh Mah Gawd, King, this is reprehensible.
JK: Hoss, I honestly have to say I agree with you, I think they’ve gone too far. This is an assault. Nothing less than a full on physical assault. They have to be punished for this.
TH: There was only one guy doing the punishing in there tonight King, and unfortunately for Jonathan Michaels, it wasn’t him. Let’s get the official word - like we need it…
MM: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, via knockout, Frank Castle, “The Punisher!”
Castle grabs the mic from Muffer and throws it to Amigo, who stands over Michaels as EMT’s make their way to ringside to tend to his wounds.
TH: What now, as if he wasn’t hurt enough?
Amigo leans in on Jono’s unconscious face.
Amigo: If you think this is bad, wait for In Your Apartment Michaels, cos it’s gonna get a whole lot worse..
TH: Adding insult to injury - disgusting.
Viva Inc retreat back up the ramp, holding their hands aloft as they get to the top while the EMT's continue to treat Michaels.
JK: Big question now folks is can Jonathan Michaels beat the odds at In Your Apartment? From the looks of tonight, he’s gonna have one big task on his hands.
TH: I’m not sure any of us, least of all the Champion, have the answer, but one thing’s for sure, it’ll be one of the most explosive events we’ve ever hosted. From me Tim Hoss and form Jesse King, please don’t have nightmares about what you’ve seen this evening, and sleep well, Goodnight.
CREDITS: BRB, Connor Mackenzie, Gus Richlen, Smokin' Vokoun, Punisher, Aaron Enigma, The General of the Monkey Army, Mr. Socko's Brother