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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Oct 12, 2011 18:37:07 GMT -5
Don't take him too seriously......... Oh by the way, we can at least say Thursday NiteRaw is better than anything Vince Russo came up with. Personally, if I wasn't busy writing the Monster Crap induction of Dracula 3000, I would have been more than willing to try. I think you should write a match that parallels the ending of Dracula 3000. That or your character starts acting like Coolio after he becomes a vampire. Both of these things would amuse me very much. Coolio did overact like hell.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 12, 2011 18:55:48 GMT -5
*A still image of the WWCF logo is on the screen, no sound. Then suddenly, there's sound...*
[glow=gray,2,300] Greetings WWCF Galaxy.
This is your Majority Shareholder with a special Night of the Wrestling Zombies announcement.
My plans have reached fruition for the first month: Every title will be on the line.
But Night of the Wrestling Zombies means Halloween, and Halloween means Trick or Treat.
At Night of the Wrestling Zombies, I will hand out the Tricks and the Treats as I will determine the match stipulations that you will compete under.
The fans want havoc, I'll give them havoc.
This has been your Majority Shareholder. [/glow]
Monday NiteRaw, October 10th, 2011
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Thank you for inviting us into your homes tonight, fans! I'm Tim Hoss, here with Jesse King, and this is Monday NiteRaw! Jesse King: Tell 'em what we have on tap, Gorilla. Tim Hoss: The tournament to crown a new World Heavyweight Champion continues this week as we'll see Seth Drakin vs. Aaron Enigma in our main event, as well as Colt taking on Ryan Blood! Jesse King: Finally, Colt is back in the WWCF! He'll make this place fun again! Tim Hoss: Sure he will, King. We'll also see the tag team champions--Vincent Van Agony & Jeremy Dupoe--facing the team of Jonathan Michaels and Inter-Forum Champion Gus Richlen! Jesse King: We're also gonna have Evil M killing the hell out of Bergman and becoming #1 contender for the Hardcore title! Plus, Amigo's gonna beat the hell out of Connor Mackenzie! Tim Hoss: You just heard a couple predictions from Jesse King. Take those for whatever you think they're worth. Jesse King: Worth their weight in gold is what they are! Tim Hoss: Since they weigh nothing, I agree. And now lets get this one of to a big start folks, and when I say big, I mean - big!
*It’s A Fight by Three Six Mafia starts as the massive figure of Crulk steps through the pyro on the stage and makes his way to the ring*
Jesse King: I’ve seen some strange matches in the WWCF, but I think this has the potential to be the weirdest think I’ve ever seen.
TH: Yeah, and this guy is the normal one!
*Crulk gets into the ring, towering over Michael Muffer*
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way into the ring, from Dayton, Ohio, weighing 285 lbs, Crulk!
*Crulk flashes a wicked grin at the ring announcer, who retreats a few steps*
MM: And his opponent:
*Dead Man’s Party by Oingy Boingo starts as Zombo shuffles out from the stage and then sprints to the ring, hitting a backflip of one of the ropes to end up staring straight at Crulk’s …. chest.*
MM: From San Diego, California, weighing 215lbs, Zombo!
Zombo cranes his neck to look at Cruck, who grins maniacally back at him. The bell rings, and both start slugging one another, with Crulk easily gaining the upper hand thanks to his strength and height advantage. Crulk plants a fist right on top of Zombo’s head that staggers the smaller man. Crulk hauls him up into a bear hug, trying to snap some bones. Zombo though, leans in close to Crulk’s forehad and starts to bite him.
TH: Is he trying to….eat him?
JK: It might taste better than the food in this arena Hoss, I went to the concesssion stand, the burgers are tougher than the sole of my boot.
TH: We’re talking about human flesh here!
JK: The burgers are human flesh?
TH: No, the bite from Zombo to… oh never mind.
JK: Does that mean I’ve eaten…? I’m worried now, what will become of me?
TH: I don’t know, you might end up looking like Zombo?
JK: I might need to visit the bathroom…
Zombo carries on biting and Crulk releases his grip. Zombo leaps into the air and decks Crulk with a standing corkscrew kick. Crulk shakes his head, trying to regain his composure. Undounted, Zombo runs the ropes and comes at Crulk from behind, leaping up in the air to try a bulldog, but the bigger man stands his ground and throws Zombo toward the ropes. In an outstanding display of agility, Zombo lands on his feet on the middle ropes, and tries a twisting cross body block, only for Crulk to catch him in mid air.
JK: Uh-oh, I think Zombo might be about to leave the ranks of the undead…
Crulk lifts Zombo up into a military press, hauling him up and down three times before throwing him brutally to the mat.
TH: Mah Gawd! Look at the strength, this man is without doubt one of the strongest superstars in the WWCF!
Crulk shouts in triumph after dropping Zombo: “Crulk strongest one there is!”
JK: Well there’s your answer Hoss…
Crulk starts to stop on his downed opponent, then starts brutally kicking him the gut. The ref tells him to back off, but Crulk only gives in for a second before renewing his assault. Bounding off the ropes, the giant hits a huge leg drop on his fallen opponent and goes for a cover.
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Zombo scrabbles out under the bottom rope to escape, but Crulk reaches over and grabs him by his scalp to pull him back up onto the apron. Zombo responds with a swinging kick over his own shoulder to Crulk’s face, stunning him. Zombo then leaps onto the top rope and connects with a tornado DDT to bring the big man down.
TH: Great move by Zombo - but look how much’s it’s taken to get Crulk off his feet.
JK: It’s a difficult match for the little weirdo, because the big weirdo can shrug off a lot of his moves. The little weirdo’s got to get the big weirdo off his feet then go to work on him.
TH: Have you been to the bathroom yet?
JK: I’m a broadcast journalist, I can’t just up and leave in the middle of a match!
TH: Sometimes I wish you would..
Zombo climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits a double rotation moonsault, winding the giant. Zombo goes for a cover.
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Crulk powers out, pressing Zombo halfway across the ring. Back on his feet quickly, the bigger man hits a bell clap at the charging Zombo, knocking him silly. He then takes him down with a short arm lariat, with Zombo’s head rebounding off the mat. Crulk grins and stomps hard on Zombo’s chest, but the smaller man merely gives him and equally bizarre stare, Crulk continues to pound as Zombo makes his way back to his feet, licking his lips and grinning back at the giant. Zombo stuns the big man by tagging him across the jaw, then somehow manages to flip the larger man to the outside with a Frankensteiner.
TH: How the Hell did he manage that?
JK: A great show of agility and strength from the smaller man Hoss, but he’s gotta keep on the move, he’s gotta wear the big man out.
Crulk lumbers to his feet on the outside, only to be greeted with a spinning heel kick off the top rope from Zombo, and Crulk pitches headfirst through the guardrail. Zombo continues his assault with an Asai DDT that rams Crulk’s head into the concrete floor.
TH: Erm, I’m not sure where these two are going folks, but we’ll try and keep with it as long as we can.
JK: At this rate Hoss they’ll be in the next state by the time the main event is on!
Crulk shrugs off the impact to his head, and swats Zombo to one side, hurling through a bunch of vacated arena chairs. Crulk gets to his feet, only to find Zombo using the chairs like stepping stones to leap at him. Crulk, though, catches his assailant in mid-air and pitches him against the floor with a big spinebuster. Zombo though, again starts to stir and get back to his feet.
TH: Good God Almighty - do these two not feel any pain? They keep getting up from each other’s offence like they’ve barely been touched.
JK: Well no matter how tough they are, there’s one thing neither of them can beat.
TH: What’s that King?
JK: The ref’s count.
The ref has reached nine when Zombo and Crulk suddenly notice that they’re both going to get counted out. Both try and scrabble over one another and the chairs to get back to the ring, but to no avail, as the ref hits ten and signals for the bell.
TH: Stone me King, they were both so busy beating the tar out of one another, they didn’t make it back in time.
JK: Well I don’t think a count out gonna stop them, look…
Zombo and Crulk, realising that they’ve both been counted out, turn their attentions back to one another and start lamping one another with lefts and rights, brawling through the crowd toward the exits as a bunch of security personnel pursue them.
TH: Well, if you see those two outside when you’re driving past, do call in and let us know how they’re going on, because I doubt they’re going to be finished with one another anytime soon.
JK: Do you think they’d get me a burger from somewhere reputable if they make it as far as a drive-thru?
Tim Hoss: Will you stop??!! *sigh* Up next, we have The Black Rose in action!
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!
*"Robot Rock" by Daft Punk*
Michael Muffer: Introducing first! Hailing from Orlando, Florida, and weighing in at 217 lbs...SAMMY TWISTER!
*Twister appears at the top of the ramp doing The Robot. He dances down to the ring annoying the crap out of everybody in attendance*
Tim Hoss: Sammy Twister has yet to win a match here, but this may be the night his luck changes. Jesse King: And you think I made stupid predictions!
Michael Muffer: His opponent!
*Lighting turns gold and black*
*"Kiss From A Rose" by Seal*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from...uh, the rafters, and weighing in at 215 lbs...THE BLACK ROSE!
*Black Rose descends from the rafters via zipline, and lands on the ramp. He gives a rose to a female fan in the front row, and sends the crow perched on his arm flying back up to the rafters. He then walks to the ring to meet Twister*
The Black Rose vs. Sammy Twister
*Black Rose motions for Twister to lock up, but Twister ignores him and starts doing The Robot. He finishes and bows to the crowd, all of whom boo him*
Tim Hoss: The WWCF Galaxy letting Twister know that they aren't impressed. Jesse King: He'd better watch out!
*With his back turned, Twister has left himself vulnerable to a spinning heel kick from Rose! Twister is propelled over the top rope by the impact!*
Tim Hoss: Bad ring positioning and a hard spinning heel kick by Black Rose have just landed Sammy Twister flat on his ass down here on the floor!
*Twister picks himself up on the outside and looks pissed. He storms up the ring steps and gets back in the ring to rush at Rose! Collar and elbow tie up, Twister gets the advantage and shoots Rose into the ropes, but Rose reverses it! Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from The Black Rose!*
Jesse King: I gotta admit, that was a nice move from the new guy.
*Rose leaps into the air and crashes onto the prone Sammy Twister with a senton. He picks Rose up and hits the Drop Of Gold! Cover*
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Michael Muffer: Here is your winner: THE BLACK ROSE!
Tim Hoss: Black Rose with his first win here in the WWCF! Hopefully he can get a streak started here.
*Suddenly, words start to appear on the CrapTron!*
You sicced the Cultist, a Detective.....and a Hippie on me? All I wanted was to have some fun.
You took masks and costumes away from MY Day! Made them.....Common.
Jack IS Coming
No Treats.....Only Tricks
All Hail the Pumpkin King!
Tim Hoss: Another message from this mysterious Pumpkin King! What could he have planned? Jesse King: Who the hell knows, Gorilla? Let's get to Amigo kicking Connor Mackenzie's ass.
Michael Muffer: The following match is set for one fall with a 10 minute time limit. Introducing first...
*"Phantasmagoria" by Annihilator*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Nogales, Arizona and weighing 225 lbs. He is the NEEEEEWWWWW...
Muffer takes a deep breath.
Michael Muffer: World Openweight Blood and Guts Hardcore Brass Knuckles Deathmatch champion, "The Hangman" Jonathan Stone Amigo!
Amigo makes his way onto the entry stage, holding up his title as he starts down the ramp. As he walks, the crowd boos and shout out names. At one point he pauses, making a mock wiping motion to his eyes at a child before launching forward and growling, the child cowers back and hides his face in his mother's shirt as Amigo laughs and continues on to the ring. Climbing the stairs he enters the ring through the ropes and proceeds to hold his title up over his head before bringing it down and patting it.
Tim Hoss: Amigo has declared himself a champion after being given that title belt by Whitey Fats. Jesse King: C'mon Gorilla, your buddy Seth Drakin did the exact same thing when he declared himself Champion Of Honor a few years back, as Amigo pointed out! Tim Hoss: Perhaps, but the Championship Of Honor isn't just a prop any more, like it was when Drakin invented it. Some of the biggest stars in this company have fought over it and held it, which gives it meaning. It's now a legitimate title, unlike Amigo's. Jesse King: And for all you know, some of the biggest stars in the company might fight over and hold that belt too! If anybody ever has the balls to challenge Amigo for it! Tim Hoss: I suppose you might have a point there. But now, speaking of the Champion Of Honor...
Michael Muffer: And his opponent...
*Remember The Name - Fort Minor*
Any lighting goes out as the roar of a dragon is heard over the arena speakers. Silence follows before music begins.
As "Let's go" is heard in the song, a pyro fireball erupts from the entry stage. As smoke billows up from where the fireball shot up, Connor Mackenzie walks through it wearing his belt around his waist.
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada and weighing 225 lbs. He is the NEEEEWWWWW WWCF Champion of Honor! "The Canadian Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!
Moving to the edge of the stage he jumps up and yells to the crowd to get them excited before going to the other side to repeat it again. Slapping hands on his way to the ring, Connor climbs up to the apron and then mounts a turnbuckle. Unfastening the belt, he holds it up over his head in one hand while pulling his hood back with his free one. Finally he removes his tabard and goes to the floor to give it to a fan.
Jesse King: Kick his ass, Amigo!
Referee Lloyd McFloyd takes the belts from their respective champions and hands them to the time keeper. Finally checking with both men he calls for the bell. The two men circle the ring quickly, eyeing each other before moving into the center for a lockup. Amigo quickly goes for a side headlock, wrenching it in tight and bringing Connor to a knee. Connor moves his hands to try and pry Amigo off but Amigo grinds down on Connor's head to halt the attempt.
Tim Hoss: Amigo showcasing some nice technical prowess.
Connor muscles to his feet, forcing the two men to the ropes, as McFloyd starts to move to break the hold, Amigo rebounds with Connor off the ropes, giving a bulldog.
Jesse King: Ah, the sweet, sweet sound of Connor Mackenzie's face being slammed into something!
As Connor starts to get to his feet, Amigo is already helping him up. Sending a stiff right into Connor's head, Lloyd McFloyd admonishes Amigo for the closed fist. Amigo ignores it and takes a few steps to Connor who is on the ropes, using them to rest on. As Amigo comes closer, Connor launches his boot to Amigo's mid-section. Stunned, Amigo starts to straighten himself up only to be met with a standing dropkick which stumbles him back, falling over across the ring.
Jesse King: Temporary setback, that's all it is! Tim Hoss: You know better than that, King! Everybody knows by now that Connor Mackenzie is the real deal!
Connor gets to his feet quickly, moving to lift Amigo to his feet. As he does however, Amigo lifts his arm up, giving a forearm shot to Connor's face. Yelling something to the ref, Amigo seems to grin before moving after Connor who has turned after receiving the shot.
Jesse King: So much for the comeback!
Amigo takes hold of Connor's wrist, then irish whips him into the ropes. Coming off, Connor has little time to react as Amigo hits a belly to belly suplex, sending Connor flying across the ring, nearly rolling out under the bottom rope. Amigo takes a moment to admire his handiwork before taunting the crowd.
Tim Hoss: Amigo not making any friends--no pun intended for our bilingual viewers, by the way. Not that he wants to, of course. Jesse King: Whitey Inc. is all the friends he needs, except for maybe Vokoun. I can't see how anybody can trust that guy! Tim Hoss: As usual when it comes to Vokoun, I agree.
Connor slowly gets to his feet as Amigo moves towards him again. Amigo lifts his arms, preparing a double-axe handle as Connor springs forth with a loud backhand chop that echoes through the arena. Amigo clutches his chest for a moment, turning only to turn back to address Connor. Another chop meets Amigo's chest.
Tim Hoss: And now the Champion Of Honor taking it to Amigo with those brutal chops!
Going for a lariat, Connor ducks under it and runs for the opposing ropes. Turning, Amigo looks to ready himself for another chop only to be met with a flying Connor who has rebounded off the ropes and sends a flying leg lariat into Amigo's head.
Tim Hoss: Leg lariat brings Amigo down! Jesse King: Gah!
As Amigo remains dazed on the mat, Connor quickly starts to scale a turnbuckle. Making a motion with his hands to the sky he jumps off, going for a swanton bomb. Amigo brings his knees up at the last second though causing Connor to arch his back in pain at the impact and roll onto the mat.
Jesse King: Woohoo! Look at your champion, Gorilla! Tim Hoss: I see him, King.
Amigo slowly gets up, nodding his head as he looks wide-eyed around the ring and starts to lift Connor to his feet. Taking a hold of Connor's arm, Amigo hurls Connor into a corner. Connor hits the turnbuckle with his back hard and rebounds off into Amigo who latches onto Connor and sends him up for a spinning side slam.
Jesse King: Oh, this is so sweet! If every match was this satisfying, I'd do this for free, although I'd never admit that during contract negotiations!
Seeming to stalk Connor, Amigo waits. Connor slowly starts to rise, getting to his knees before Amigo rushes at him. Going for a thrusting knee kick Connor bends his body back, allowing Amigo to just narrowly miss. Connor flings himself into a roll, getting to his feet and looks behind him to see Amigo turn and give chase. Running for a corner, Connor scales the ropes and jumps off, hitting a whisper in the wind on Amigo.
Tim Hoss: And this time the high risk tactics pay off! Jesse King: D'OH!!!
Both men are sprawled out on the mat, Connor nursing his back as Amigo brings a hand to his head where Connor connected. Lloyd McFloyd starts a ten count as both men start to get to their feet. As each man stands at 6, Amigo is the first to hit a right hand on Connor. Connor responds with a back hand chop, Amigo with another punch, Connor with another chop. After each man hits their respective move four times, Amigo takes a step back and launches forward to try and hit another lariat on Connor. Connor ducks and Amigo runs to the ropes, rebounding off. As he does, Connor hits a spinning inverted body slam then goes for the pin.
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Kickout!
Amigo moves to touch his chest which is showing signs of the earlier chops. Connor meanwhile breathes heavily, but starts to get to his feet. Amigo slowly moves to get to his feet with the air of the ropes, as he does Connor sees him and times it, running to the opposing ropes he hits a clothesline on Amigo that sends him to the floor.
Tim Hoss: Amigo clotheslined over the top rope! Jesse King: Yeah, well this ain't a battle royal, so it ain't over!
As Amigo works on getting to his feet, the ref starts another 10 count. Connor is quick to move to the ropes, holding the top rope with both hands he pulls back and launches himself up, slingshotting over to connect...with the floor below as Amigo moves out of the way just in time. Connor bounces off hard, clutching his chest as Amigo leans back on a guard rail and grins.
Jesse King: If he's gonna crash and burn two out of every three times he goes high risk, then I'm not gonna tell him to stop! Tim Hoss: It's almost abnormal how much you're enjoying this. I mean, he just threw you in a closet one time. Jesse King: A closet FULL OF PENIS PUMPS!
Sending a kick to Connor's back, Amigo starts to lift Connor to his feet. Once on his feet Amigo moves to ram Connor's back into the side of the ring. The ref meanwhile has reached a seven count. Noting this, Amigo moves to roll Connor back into the ring, then slides in under the rope himself. Connor is favoring his back as Amigo gives him another boot to the back then picks him up. Moving one of Connor's own arms between his legs, Amigo readies himself and hoists Connor up, attempting a pumphandle slam. As he gets Connor onto his shoulder however, Connor manages to wiggle himself free, then latches on and hits a desperation reverse ddt.
Tim Hoss: Beautiful counter by Mackenzie!
The ref shakes his head as he looks about, both men rolling in pain as he starts another count. Reaching 8, both men are back on wobbly feet. Connor this time goes for a kick to the mid-section, then appears to try and start setting up Amigo for a spinning impaler but Amigo shoves Connor off and into the ropes. Rebounding, Connor is quickly hit with a kick to the gut himself. Amigo quickly latches on and lifts Connor up and hits a release thunder-fire powerbomb.
Tim Hoss: And just like that, the tide turns back in Amigo's favour. Jesse King: Was there ever any doubt?
Connor lays motionless as Amigo is drained from the exchange. Slowly he starts pulling himself towards Connor who is a couple of feet away due to the release of the powerbomb. As Amigo gets close, Connor starts to stir, slowly rolling away from Amigo and towards the ropes. As Amigo starts to speed up however to catch him, the bell rings. Both men look stunned as the ref looks to the time keeper who moves to ringside and explains the reason for the bell. The ref speaks to the timekeeper, then Michael Muffer who takes a mic.
Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time referee Lloyd McFloyd has instructed me that as a result of the time limit he is calling this match a draw!
Tim Hoss: Another draw! Still, it was a hell of a match! Jesse King: Damn it, and the bell rang just when Amigo was about to hit Mackenzie again! Tim Hoss: We'll see what happens next between these two in the coming weeks. We have to go to commercial now, but when we return it will be my--ahem--"privilege" to interview The Sam. Jesse King: You said that word awful funny...
(We come back from commercial to see Tim Hoss in the ring) Tim Hoss - Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time I would like to introduce The Great Warrior and his manager The Sam.
(we see The Sam storm out from behind the curtains. He stops and notices The Great Warrior isn't following him. The Sam rushes back and pulls The Great Warrior out from behind the curtain. The Sam looks angry and Warrior just looks mean as usual. They enter the ring and The Sam storms up to Tim Hoss.)
The Sam - First off! I am not his "manager", I am his "financial consultant". Secondly, I am the Greatest Interforum Champion of all time and you will refer to me as such.
Tim Hoss - I apologise. But let me ask you gentlemen. For months now, you have been hyping up The Great Warrior as the next big thing. Yet when it comes to big match situations the only way he can win is if you, The Sam, interfere.
The Sam - That's just politics talking. The Great Warrior would be the World champion right now if it wasn't for the shady officiating here in WWCF and the powers that be holding him down.
Tim Hoss - Well last week The Great Warrior had the opportunity to beat newcomer "Brainbuster" Jason Allen. And well, let the footage speak for itself. (we show a replay of last weeks Niteraw, showing Jason Allen locking on the Sharpshooter onto The Great Warrior. The Great Warrior taps out). Tim Hoss - Well, what about it Sam?
The Sam - Where is the rest of the footage? Where is the footage showing that "never-was-been" Lanny Poffo interfering in the match? Where is the footage of Lanny Poffo preparing to use a chair upon my sweet head? Where is the footage of Lanny Poffo distracting The Great Warrior allowing that punk to pick up the victory? As far as I'm concerned The Great Warrior should of won due to interference from Lanny Poffo. What was he doing out there? He's not a manager not a financial consultant. He had no business out there. Therefore the WWCF should throw that match out. Remove it from the history books. A blemish on this companies fine name.
Tim Hoss - Well from what I remember, Lanny Poffo grabbed the chair from you before you could pass it onto The Great Warrior. And though Poffo had no business out there, Jason was pretty dominate throughout that entire match. As far as I and the people here tonight are concerned, you The Sam are nothing but a snivelling, whiney, crybaby, platypus!
(Warrior grabs Tim by the scruff of his shirt when suddenly a familiar voice if heard over the P.A.)
Lanny Poffo - Leave that man alone. (out from the curtain steps Lanny Poffo as Warrior lets go of Tim Hoss) Lanny Poffo - Your fights with me. Not with a helpless announcer. You're right Sam. Last week I had no business being out there "interfering" as you put it. My business has nothing to do with Warrior or Jason. But it does has everything to do with you. Though Warrior did beat me at Gookermania through your cheating. I consider him to be a fine opponent. And he could go far in this business if it wasn't for certain anchors holding him down. But I realised something just now, when you mentioned that you are the so called "greatest Interforum champion of all time". Though you may be a mana-..."financial whatever" to the Great Warrior, you are still under contract to WWCF as a wrestler. So I made a request to the board of directors and asked for a match at the next PPV. And they approved. It will be Lanny Poffo versus The Sam. One on one. But not just in any match. (Poffo heads back behind the curtain and returns with a platypus suit) Lanny Poffo versus The Sam in a Platypus suit match!
(The Sam is in shock as Poffo holds up the Platypus suit. The fans are screaming and cheering "platypus" at The Sam. Warrior stares angrily at Poffo as Poffo cheers on the crowd)
Jesse King - Are you ok Tim? Tim Hoss - Don't worry, I've had worse. But what about it Jesse? The Sam and Lanny Poffo in a Platypus suit match? Jesse King - How come the WWCF officials let Poffo do whatever he wants but The Sam asks for a simple "re-writing of history" and gets punished? Tim Hoss - Well we will see the return of the so called Greatest Interforum champion at the next PPV. Well folks up next we will have the Number one contenders match for the Hardcore Champion. And...I'm being told that ViVA Inc has bought this specific bit of air time for....oh God....our Hardcore Champion Smokin Vokoun.
King: What in the hell does this basket case have to say? Hoss: I'm dreading to find out.
Fade to black. We open the darkness of Smokin Vokoun's basement. We see Vokoun leaning up against a wall. He starts to snicker.
Vokoun: Well, well well. The WWCF decided to have a little "Number one contender ship match"...FOR MY OWN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! Oh how quint. The WWCF has two men...two "legends"...and put them together. Of course...both of these men really didn't want to face me...FOR OBVIOUS REASONS!!!!! The WWCF had to drag these two babies out of their cribs...pull the pacifiers out of their mouths and put them in the ring. "We have to have a challenger for Smokin Vokoun" But what the management is doing...is sending their brightest men to fight in a war...a war...THAT THEY WILL BE ANNIHILATED IN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Of course people have been asking Ol' Smokey...."Who would you rather face out of these two "legendary figures" I mean, on one hand you have Bergman. Who has done it all in this sport. He's one of the greatest and I can't take that away from him. But he's not a Hardcore wrestler. In fact, he's far from it. He's a great technical wrestler...BUT TECHNICAL WRESTLING MEANS JACK S*** WHEN I'M BEATING YOU TO DEATH WITH A BARBWIRE BASEBALL BAT!!!!! Bergman would be a piece of cake in my world. He would be eaten alive...like if he was a three legged cat...AND I WAS A ROTTWEILER!!!!! And then you have Evil M. He was a former Hardcore champion himself. He might be a challenge...BUT HE ISN'T IN THE SAME LEAGUE AS ME....THE GREATEST HARDCORE CHAMPION OF ALLLLLLL TIME!!!!!!
Vokoun gives an evil laugh and then gets serious
But let' be honest here. It's very clear that the WWCF is sending you two bozos out there...so the winner will be fed to me. Because...it's only fact that if either of you two win this match...YOU WILL BE WALKING TO YOUR OWN DAMN EXECUTION!!!! Oh...but it won't be an easy one. Not a lethal injection, not the gas chamber...hell not even the electric chair...IT WILL BE AN OLD STYLE BEHEADING!!!!! AND I WILL BE THE ONE LAYING DOWN THE AX ON YOUR PENCIL NECKS!!!! So I hope whoever wins...enjoy your match and enjoy your victory..BECAUSE IT WILL BE. YOUR. LAST. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
King: Oh my god..... Hoss: If I can just go one night a week without hearing that psychopath's voice...I'll be a happy man. LETS GO TO MICHAEL MUFFER
Michael Muffer: The following conte--
*Suddenly the feed dies and there's nothing but static on the screen*
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Viva
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THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Oct 12, 2011 19:21:31 GMT -5
Thursday Niteraw is gonna be awesome. You know Viva, some days it's easier to ignore this kind of stuff and say "It's not a big deal, that's just Viva." Today is not one of those days. So unless you want to write the match that's holding up the show--or ANY matches for that matter!--then how about you don't complain about how the rest of us are letting you down. Vokoun isn't happy about the show not being on Monday either, but at least he contributes. EDIT: Anyway, I've decided that I'm just gonna write some technical difficulties into the show to explain away the absence of that one match. I now have everything else I need, so I can start putting the first half together right now, which I will.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 12, 2011 19:31:35 GMT -5
Added Vokoun's promo to the first half after I looked at it and saw for the first time that he wanted it to happen before the hardcore match. My bad there. Second half's almost finished btw.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 12, 2011 19:41:19 GMT -5
*Finally, NiteRaw returns some twenty minutes later*
Tim Hoss: Welcome back everybody. We apologize for the technical difficulties. We lost all power here at the Parts Unknown Arena for a while. Jesse King: And whoever was in charge of having generators ready f***ed up BIG TIME! Tim Hoss: Uh yes, and we wish him well in his future endeavors if anybody wants to hire him to watch anything important, which they won't if they're smart. Anyway, we would also like to apologize for the fact that we were unable to record any footage from the hardcore #1 contender's match between Evil M and Bergman that just took place. Jesse King: *facepalms* Tim Hoss: Even without power, there was still enough light for the match to take place, and we can at least tell you the result. Believe it or not, we have three draws tonight now! M and Bergman fought until the bell rang, and as a result both of them will go on to face Vokoun in a hardcore three way dance at Night Of The Wrestling Zombies. That's a three way dance, again, which is different from a triple threat match. A three way dance starts with three wrestlers, and ends when two of the three have been eliminated by pinfall or submission. Jesse King: Well, let's get to what hopefully WON'T be draw number FOUR!
The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
*"That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die"
Pyro hits the stage and Jeremy Dupoe, holding both his book and his half of the tag championships, rises up through the fog.*
Introducing first, representing ViVA, Inc., from Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is one-half of the WWCF World Tag Team Champions, Jeremy Dupoe!
*"No World For Tomorrow" is almost drowned out by boos as Vincent Van Agony shows up.*
And his partner, from Nakatomi Industries, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is one-half of the WWCF World Tag Team Champions, Vincent Van Agony!
To say that Viva, Inc., intentionally or not, has raised plenty of suspicion among some of the other roster members would be putting it mildly. Righty or wrongly, they've been accused of trying to take over the WWCF-
I hope ViVA, Inc. IS trying to take over! Anything to get rid of half the roster, including one particular individual!
*"DOA" gets a much better response as Jonathan Michaels emerges from the smoke.*
And their opponents, first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 240 pounds, Jonathan Michaels!
Michaels took a step closer to finally achieving his dream of becoming WWCF World Champion by defeating Ryan Bergman last week-
And next week, he'll just run right into a brick wall as usual!
*"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" causes the fans to erupt as Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara make their way to the ring.*
And his partner, accompanied by Shaelin Marie O'Hara, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 181 pounds, the WWCF Inter-Forum Champion, the "Xtreme Machine,' Gus Richlen!
Gus Richlen has been on an incredible roll over the past couple of weeks, including winning the Inter-Forum Championship at Gookermania. However, he hasn't taken too kindly to ViVA, Inc., and his confrontation with Viva last week only deepened his distrust.
He needs to leave them alone! ViVA, Inc. NEEDS to take over WWCF so they can strip him of a title he stole from Caleb Fourchon and fire him immediately!
*Michaels and Dupoe start it off, with Dupoe firing off several punches before Irish whipping Michaels to the ropes, but Michaels clotheslines him on the rebound. As Dupoe gets up, Michaels delivers a snap suplex!
1!
Dupoe gets the shoulder up, but he gets armdragged to the wrong corner, where Michaels tags Richlen in. Richlen fires off several punches of his own before getting in his own snap suplex!
1!
Dupoe gets the shoulder up, but Richlen whips him to another corner before charging and nailing the Dark Lasso! Dupoe staggers to his corner and tags in Viva before Richlen can stop him, however, Viva charges right into a flapjack into the ropes! Richlen then charges with a spear in mind, but Viva catches him with a knee to the face! Richlen staggers a bit, but he charges again only to be taken down with a double leg takedown!
Viva wastes no time putting Richlen in a heel hook, but Richlen is way too close to the bottom rope, which he grabs, forcing Viva to break the hold, but he soon pulls Richlen away to try to lock in an Indian Deathlock, but Richlen again gets to the ropes before he can lock it in.*
There needs to be a special rule in the books saying that Richlen is never allowed to have any rope breaks! Heck, it should be No Holds Barred for his opponents only, and I don't care what kind of match it is!
Your bias has reached ridiculous proportions now, King.
*Viva then tags Dupoe in, and Dupoe picks Richlen up and hits a backbreaker!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out, but Dupoe picks him up and hits a neckbreaker!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out again, so Dupoe pulls him up and lifts him for a powerbomb, but Richlen counters into a headscissors takedown! However, it gets Dupoe to Viva and he tags in. Viva charges Richlen and nails him with a Codebreaker, but Richlen now stumbles back to Michaels and tags in!*
Quick, Creed! Deny you ever saw the tag! Richlen needs to be rid of as soon as possible!
*SIGH*
*Michaels goes full speed ahead toward Viva and gets drilled with a lariat, but he pops right back up, and as Viva goes for another lariat, Michaels catches him and hits a sidewalk slam!
1!
Viva kicks out, but Michaels armdrags him back up, and as he gets up, he catches Viva with a spinebuster!
1!
2!
Dupoe pulls Michaels off Viva, but Richlen gets in the ring instantly, and Dupoe runs right into a chokeslam! Dupoe rolls out of the ring as John Creed tries to get Richlen out of the ring, but Viva gets up only to walk right into a spear from Michaels! Richlen spots this and bails from the ring to pursue Dupoe as Creed turns and sees the cover!
1!
2!
Viva kicks out, but Michaels is stalking the former WWCF World Champion, and when Viva gets up he goes for the Fade To Black, but Viva suddenly hits a backfist at the same time as the superkick connects, and both men go down!
Richlen spots the conundrum as Creed begins the count, so he reverses course and heads for his corner, and Dupoe does the same. Both men get back on the apron at the same time, and both get tagged in at the same time, and yet when Dupoe goes for a Thesz press, he gets caught and dropped by a Carnosel! The A-shirt goes into the crowd, but Dupoe starts crawling for his corner before Richlen can do anything. Richlen, however, grabs him by one leg and drags him back to the middle of the ring, and when Dupoe gets up, Richlen hoists him up and delivers the Rickyplex!
1!
2!
Dupoe kicks out!
Richlen then runs up the turnbuckle and goes for a Montanasault, but Dupoe rolls out of the way and Richlen lands on nothing but canvas! Dupoe manages to tag in Viva, who knocks Michaels off the apron, but as he turns back around, Richlen charges, only to get another Codebreaker! Viva then backs up and goes for a spear, but Richlen swiftly blasts him with a vicious Schwinn Smash! Viva is down and out:
1!
2!
VIVA KICKS OUT!!!!*
For a moment there, I thought Richlen had knocked Viva out cold!
Admit it, Hoss! There is NOTHING that Gus Richlen can do that will EVER take out a member of ViVA, Inc.!
*Richlen is none too pleased with this, but he starts stalking the rising Viva. Dupoe sees this and tries to get in the ring, but Michaels runs right in and chases him back out. Dupoe sees Michaels pursuing him and he grabs the book and swings, but he misses and gets a Fade To Black for his trouble!
In the ring, however, Richlen picks up Viva, BUT HE ENDS UP THE RECIPIENT OF A SUDDEN LONG KISS GOODNIGHT!!!!
1!
2!
3!*
Here are your winners, the WWCF World Tag Team Champions, Jeremy Dupoe and Vincent Van Agony!
C'mon, Majority Shareholder! Now's the time to finally rid WWCF of that absolute failure once and for all!
DAMNIT, KING! GUS RICHLEN HAS DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE THE WAY YOU TREAT HIM ON COMMENTARY EVERY WEEK-
Exactly! He's done absolutely nothing! That's why he's got to go now!
*Viva is all smiles as he and Dupoe head up the ramp, with Richlen glaring at them from inside the ring as Michaels and Shaelin stare up the ramp as well. The show goes to commercial and when it comes back...*
Michael Muffer: The following contest is a scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit, and is part of the tournament for the vacated World Heavyweight Championship!
*"Virus"*
Michael Muffer: Introducing first! Hailing from Baltimore, MD, and weighing in at 208 lbs...he is the WWCF Commissioner...RYAN BLOOD!
*Jets of blue flame light up the darkened arena as Blood stands at the top of the ramp. His raises his eyes and walks down to the ring, where he waits for Colt as the lighting returns to normal.*
Michael Muffer: His opponent!
"You know that time in your life that single moment that defines exactly who you are? Well that only stings for a second..."
*"Choose Your Fate"*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Adelaide, Australia, and weighing in at 250 lbs...he is the CEO of the World WrestleCrap Federation...COLT!
*A spotlight shines on Colt and he makes his way down to the ring, mouthing the words "choose your fate" along with his theme music. As he climbs through the ropes, he locks eyes with Blood and the two former allies glare at one another. Colt removes his mask and cloak, handing them to referee Will Alphonzo. The bell rings*
Colt vs. Ryan Blood World Heavyweight Championship tournament First round
*Colt and Blood lock up, with Colt powering Blood back into the corner. Alphonzo starts a count and Colt backs away, only to drive an elbow into Blood's face a second later!*
Tim Hoss: No clean break by Colt, and that's no surprise given that the last time these two were in the ring they came to blows! Jesse King: Because Blood attacked Colt for no reason! Tim Hoss: He attacked Colt because Colt was trying to end the career of Sparks, King!
*Colt shoots the dazed Blood into the ropes and hits him with an arm drag on the way back, locking on an armbar with Blood down. Blood gasps in pain, but eventually is able to bring both himself and Colt to a standing position and use his free arm to punch Colt repeatedly in the face until the hold is broken. Colt stumbles away and Blood cradles his left arm, wincing*
Tim Hoss: Blood has freed himself, but his arm has probably seen better days.
*Colt turns around to meet a discus clothesline from Blood--ducked! Colt catches Blood in a waistlock, German suplex--no, Blood turns it into a rollup!*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Tim Hoss: Near-fall by Ryan Blood!
*Both wrestlers back up, Colt catching Blood with a European uppercut! Blood staggers backward, holding his jaw, and then nails Colt in the chest with a stiff roundhouse kick! Colt groans and doubles over, then straightens up and hits another European uppercut! Blood with another roundhouse kick to a "YAY!" from the crowd! Colt with another European uppercut, big "BOO!" from the WWCF Galaxy! Colt shoots Blood into the ropes--reversed! Colt bounces off the ropes but is able to duck a forearm shot from Blood and catch him with a float over DDT! Cover*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Jesse King: And now Colt with a near-fall! Count faster, Alphonzo! Tim Hoss: There's nothing wrong with his count.
*Colt pulls Blood up by the hair--jawbreaker from Blood stops him! Blood crawls into the corner and leans against the buckles as Colt tries to recover*
Tim Hoss: Desperation jawbreaker by Blood buys him some time.
*Colt charges into the corner, but eats a boot to the face from Blood! Colt regroups and charges in again at the same time as Blood jumps to the second rope and flies off to connect with a dropkick!*
Jesse King: C'mon Colt!
*Blood hits Colt with a ura-nage, and flips off the top rope to crash onto him with an Arabian press! Cover*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Tim Hoss: Arabian press only gets two. Jesse King: It always does! He goes for a cover every time he hits that move and he never gets three! He's like Ric Flair going to the top rope!
*Blood goes for the Krayt Dragon--jawbreaker from Colt before he can get it locked on! Blood let's go and falls into the ropes, out on his feet, and Colt capitalizes with a big lariat that sends him to the outside! Colt takes several moments to rest while Blood tries to pick himself up on the floor. Colt with a baseball slide, sending Blood back down!*
Jesse King: There ya go! Colt's well on his way to capturing a third world title now! Tim Hoss: It's only the first round, King. Jesse King: Have you seen the rest of the competition?
*Colt hits Blood with a Million Dollar Knee Lift on the floor, and then a running neckbreaker!*
Jesse King: Here come the moves of doom!
*Colt climbs up to the apron, entering through the ropes and then climbs back out to restart the count as he waits for Blood to get up again. Colt leaps off and hits the flying forearm to Blood's head!*
Tim Hoss: What a forearm shot from Colt!
*Colt picks Blood up and rolls him into the ring, following him in. Story On Page One attempted--Blood knees him in the face on the way up! Colt drops him, and Blood flapjacks Colt neck-first against the top rope! Colt crumples to the mat, grasping his throat and coughing*
Tim Hoss: Blood still with something in the tank, and saves himself with another desperation move! No matter how tough you are, when you get hit in the throat like that you aren't gonna get up real quick! Jesse King: Stop trying to crush your boss's windpipe, Blood you traitor!
*By the time Colt is up, so's Blood, and he hits the Stinger Splash on Colt in the corner! Snapmare takeover, roundhouse kick to the head, and a release German suplex into the turnbuckles! Blood goes for the cover*
One!
Two!
Shoulder up!
Tim Hoss: Close, but no three count!
*Blood curses and pulls Colt up, lifts him to the top turnbuckle, climbs up, and brings him down with the ADH!*
One!
Two!
Three!
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner: RYAN BLOOD!
Tim Hoss: Amazing! Some might consider this an upset, and it just goes to show that anything can happen here in the WWCF! Ryan Blood advances to the next round! Jesse King: GODDAMN IT! Tim Hoss: Calm down, King. Here's how the bracket looks so far...
*A graphic appears on the screen showing that Evil M, Bergman, and Colt have been eliminated so far. Jonathan Michaels is scheduled to face the General of the Monkey Army in the next round, and Ryan Blood will face the winner of Seth Drakin vs. Aaron Enigma*
Tim Hoss: That final first round match is coming up, but before that we'll hear from Ryan Bergman.
*"99 Problems" by Hugo hits and Bergman walks down to the ring dressed in his street clothes. He gets a big pop, and asks for a mic*
Now, let me start by saying how nice it is to finally be given a chance to get in front of you guys out here again and air some opinions on some things that I'm trying to get involved in.
Now, let's roll the tape back to one week ago after Nite-Raw starring Viva Inc and Friends. I had just lost a tough match to Jon Michaels and then everything went nuts. After everything stopped breaking down I was offered an opportunity by Ryan Blood. Roll it.
*The Craptron sets to roll footage from last week by Ryan Blood*
Let's see. We've got JoNo there, we've got me, we've got Connor, we've got Aaron...the numbers are just about even, aren't they? And hey Bergman, if you want in, just say the word. It'll give you the opportunity to exact vengeance on the guy who f***ed you over for a made-up title!
Now, in between focusing on my match tonight against Evil M I had folks asking me everywhere I went if I was going to take up Blood on his offer and that's why I'm here, to let you fans know the answer.
The answer is... NO
*Fans Boo*
Now, this doesn't mean I'm joining Viva Inc. either
*Fans cheer*
Now, to understand this decision you need to know my opinion on these guys. I have no problem with Viva Inc. I agree with them that sometimes things get a little stale and sometimes the system needs to be shaken up. There is no harm in that at all, but what I have a problem in is how they are going about it.
They think they can just take respect without giving it to anyone. You can't do that in this business, I'm all for giving respect, but only where it's earned by those who desire it. The air of self entitlement around Viva Inc is suffocating this company, creating chaos in a quest for something as simple as respect.
Now, the thing I agree with them is that there isn't a war going on, which is why I can't agree with joining the crusade against Viva Inc. Those guys think they need to wear capes and go ahead and save this company. Sadly, real heroes are identified by standing on there convictions, not by wearing a cape.
You see, I've been through this charade before. The "War against Corporate" and the "War Against The Pantheon". Sure, I may have fought some people associated with those groups but during those wars I took time to do some things on my own.
You see, while Aaron was trying to destroy Corporate I was too busy winning a world title and defending it all over the world. While Seth and Co. wanted to take out The Pantheon I was too busy bringing prestige back to the IF title and becoming a bigger star and turning Caleb Fourchon into a household name and gaining his respect in the process.
All these "wars" are for is a cry for attention by some people to satiate their egos so what I'll do right now it take time here to do the ego stroking everyone wants in one fell swoop.
*cough, begins speaking in a mocking tone*
Aaron: You're the hero we need and should have to take out all the bad guys
Jono: You deserve your world title and are in line to be next
Jason: You totally aren't joining in on this to ascend to the main event without paying dues, you deserve this.
Ryan: You were the best commissioner we ever had and are in the process of redeeming yourself
Viva: You are always right and are the perfect agent of change
Amigo: you're the toughest son of a bitch in the history of the company
Vokoun: You're the greatest hardcore wrestler ever, no doubt.
Punisher: You really deserve the spot you're going to get when you win that world title
There, that should just about cover everyone. In this battle of egos I am out of my depth.
Now I know what you guys are going to say. How big an ego I must have to say that I'm going to be above it all, how you never thought I'd turn tail and be a coward when you need me most. Try all you want to get me on your side, I'm sticking alone, just the way I like it.
All I'm saying is that it doesn't matter who I come into contact with in this thing I have two allegiances and that's to myself and to these fans. I guess I'll just go ahead and do what I normally do when these wars happen, and that's make a different kind of history.
*Drops Mic as crowd cheers*
Tim Hoss: Well, I gues we now know where Bergman stands. And I must admit, he had a few good points. Jesse King: No he didn't. Tim Hoss: In any case, we've arrived at our main event - the final, first round match of the WWCF Championship tournament!
Aaron Enigma versus Seth Drakin WWCF Championship Tournament Match Round One
Jesse King: This is the tournament that should not be I still say.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Sometimes things just happen, and even Whitey Fats is not immune to it.
Jesse King: Still, Seth Drakin had his chance at Gookermania and he failed. Yet here he is...
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: He was the only man to have no one at ringside in any way. He was flat out cheated that night and say he deserves this second shot.
Jesse King: Well let's get to I guess...
Michael Muffer: The following match is the final match of the first round of the WWCF Championship tournament!
Introducing your first contestant...
*Cry For Help - Shinedown*
*Purple pyro is set off as Aaron Enigma appears on the entrance ramp, magnifying glass in hand.*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Aaron Enigma. Former World Champion, former unsolved mystery himself.
Jesse King: And he leaps straight into the title scene. Unbelievable.
*Enigma brings the magnifying glass to his face and looks through it as he points to the crowd.*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: What's unbelievable about it, King?
*Enigma starts walking down the ring, high-fiving fans along the way.*
Jesse King: He disappears soon after he wins the title, and now he returns to the title scene just because he came back? He should earn that spot.
Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring; hailing from Strafford, New Hampshire and weighing 230lbs: he is "The Head Detective..." Aaron... Enigma!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Earn it? He earned it the first time, King. He won the WWCF Championship fair and square all that time ago and I believe he has it in him to win it a second time.
*Enigma hands his magnifying glass to a fan, then slides under the bottom rope into the ring.*
Jesse King: He's surely rusty as hell now. He wasn't even that good back then.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Now you're just being petty.
Jesse King: I am nothing of the sort.
*Enigma climbs a turnbuckle, takes his fedora hat off, and throws it out to the audience.*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Let's consider his opponent then...
Michael Muffer: And his opponent...
*Turn the Page - Metallica*
Jesse King: I am no fan of Seth Drakin's. I am no fan...
*Seth Drakin walks out. He looks around the arena, touching his scar...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But...
Jesse King: But he's been in the ring more and more recently than Enigma. I don't think either of these men deserves to compete for the championship, but if any man will win, it's going to be Seth Drakin.
*Seth slowly starts walking to the ring...*
Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring from Stafford, Virginia; weighing 265lbs; Seth... Drakin!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But consider that Seth Drakin was our CEO for about a year with rare wrestling matches - yet he is still on top of his game and is one of the best on the roster.
Jesse King: Aaron Enigma lost his first match back. What makes you think he can beat a seasoned vet like Drakin?
*Drakin walks up the ring steps and crosses the ropes into the ring.*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I think that Enigma would have shaken what rust he had off of himself since last week. He showed real promise, but the title scene has become something more vicious since he was last here.
Jesse King: We'll see then, Gorilla.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Referee Will Alphonzo in the ring starting the match.
*Drakin lunges for Enigma to grapple with him, but Enigma ducks and gets behind Drakin...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Enigma exercising caution now. Waiting for the right opportunity to strike...
Jesse King: I prefer Drakin's approach - more direct.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Drakin with an elbow, but Enigma ducks again - knee to Drakin's gut.
Jesse King: First blow means nothing. You know that, Hoss.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Didn't say it did King- Enigma with punches to Drakin's ribs. Drakin with a slap.
Jesse King: A man that stocky could deliver a hell of a slap.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: And Drakin follows up with a headlock, and he takes Enigma to the mat. Enigma slips out - Dropkick to Drakin's face.
*Drakin grabs a rope and rubs his jaw...*
Jesse King: I think Drakin's making this look easy for Enigma. Something about flies and honey and vinegar...
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Maybe, but right now Enigma's coming out looking like roses.
*Drakin stands up and heads for Enigma, who sidesteps him.*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Enigma still playing a defensive game with Drakin.
Jesse King: As he should. Drakin is willing to stomp people in the back of their head to get to the championship.
*Drakin runs the ropes and rebounds, kicking Enigma in the stomach...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: He even did that to you, and here you are championing him.
Jesse King: Did you really have to bring that up?
*Drakin stands over the bent over Enigma and rear waistlocks him...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Drakin going for the Tale's End...
Jesse King: A scholar's mate match from the-
*Enigma grabs Drakin's legs and takes him down to the mat...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Enigma reverses!
*Enigma keeps Drakin down for the pin...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: One! Two! Drakin kicks out.
Jesse King: C'mon Drakin, enough with the long con - just finish Enigma!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: An eye rake from Drakin! How dishonorable.
Jesse King: But now he can turn the tables to Enigma. Maybe even put him through one.
*Drakin whips himself back to a standing position and takes Enigma down with a standing dropkick.*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Enigma is down!
*Enigma stands up and stumbles into another kick to the stomach from Drakin*
Jesse King: Two times the charm?
*Drakin jumps up and stomps back down to the mat, dazing Enigma...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Nope, the tale has yet to be told and yet to end.
Jesse King: Wait, he's kicking Engma's legs out from under him...
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: He's going for the Inquisition, King!
Jesse King: Geez! You'd think they wrestled for an hour by now!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Enigma gets the rope though.
*Drakin clubs Enigma in the back and on the head...*
Jesse King: But Drakin won't let a little thing like that stop him from punishing the Head Defective.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: You come up with that all by yourself?
*Drakin helps Enigma to his feet...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Drakin with a sleeper hold...
Jesse King: And he's backing away from the ropes to boot.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Oof! A sharp elbow strike from Enigma!
*Drakin releases Enigma, who runs for the ropes and rebounds for Drakin...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Jawbreaker to Drakin!
Jesse King: This doesn't look good...
*Enigma gets up and walks up to the temporarily dazed Drakin...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: A flying knee to Drakin's face - Drakin is down.
Jesse King: Not for long!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But Enigma's ready for Drakin with a spinning back fist!
*Enigma approaches Drakin and scoops him onto his shoulders...*
Jesse King: Enigma ready for an airplane spin?
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: A Samoan drop! Enigma for the pin! One! Two!
Jesse King: Drakin's still up!
*Drakin hooks his arm around Enigma's neck, then forces himself on top of Enigma.*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Wow, King, you're rooting for Drakin. The man stomped you in the back of the head and you still root for him!
Jesse King: Hey! It's either pick someone to win or else die of boredom.
*Drakin maintains a rest hold on Enigma...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Enigma cannot reach the ropes though.
Jesse King: Wrestling is human chess at its finest, Hoss, and Drakin is so much better at this than Enigma.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I don't know; Enigma's been catching Drakin here and there.
Jesse King: Why is Drakin getting up though?
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: A knee drop to the back.
Jesse King: I guess that works, but now Enigma has the chance to-
*Drakin helps Enigma to his feet. He kicks him in the stomach and bends him over...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: The Tale's about to End, King!
Jesse King: All right!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Enigma reverses again!
Jesse King: Drakin, you dolt!
*Enigma, still holding onto Drakin by the legs, turns him over...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Enigma with the Boston crab!
Jesse King: Drakin should have kept Enigma down, and now he's being shown up!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Enigma's milking this for all he can! He has to work up enough energy to finish Drakin if this Boston crab doesn't do the job!
*Drakin drags himself to the ropes...*
Jesse King: But Drakin gets the rope!
*Enigma releases Drakin, who turns over and pokes Drakin in the eyes.*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: And Drakin showing a lack of class again.
*Drakin gets up...*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: And he follows up with a DDT! Enigma is down!
Jesse King: Go for it, Drakin!
*Drakin stands Enigma into a bent position, rear waistlocks him, and sunset piledrives him.*
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: The Tale's End!
Jesse King: Pin Enigma! Pin Enigma!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: One! Two! Three!
*Turn the Page - Metallica*
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner by pinfall, and your last World Championship Semi-Finals Contender: Seth... Drakin!
Jesse King: See? I told you, Gorilla! Enigma's an all too rusty shell of what wasn't very good in the first place.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I think you hyperbolize too much, King. Enigma had a few near falls. I think he's doing just fine. He's even getting up already.
Jesse King: His brains are scrambled. I doubt he could deduce his own name right now.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Well I think that Enigma has more than proven by now that he is back and he will take anyone on that doubts him.
Jesse King: You say that, but Drakin has the win.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: But will he make it to the Finals? Tune in next week, WWCF Galaxy because we are out of time. I'm "Gorilla" Tim Hoss...
Jesse King: I'm Jesse King.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: And this was Niteraw! See you next Monday!
CREDITS: BRB, Punisher, Connor, Richlen, Bergman, Vokoun, The Pumpkin King, the Majority Shareholder, The Sam, and me.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 12, 2011 19:50:48 GMT -5
Now that that's done, here's what I'm thinking of for next week. I'm gonna send out the voting before midnight EST in order to give everybody the usual two days to watch the promo thread and make up their minds before the deadline, so while I'm definitely open to suggestions for changes or additions to the card, there'll be less time to do it.
JONATHAN MICHAELS VS. THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY WHC tournament semi-final Being written by BRB
SETH DRAKIN VS. RYAN BLOOD WHC tournament semi-final Being written by Connor Mackenzie and/or Mr. Socko's Brother
COLT VS. AARON ENIGMA COH #1 contender's match Being written by Aaron Enigma
GUS RICHLEN VS. THE GREAT WARRIOR Non-title match Being written by The Sam
SMOKIN' VOKOUN & THE PUNISHER VS. EVIL M & BERGMAN Being written by Vokoun
"BRAINBUSTER" JASON ALLEN VS. ZOMBO Being written by BRB
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Post by General Adam on Oct 12, 2011 19:51:12 GMT -5
Good show.
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Oct 12, 2011 19:54:27 GMT -5
I'll re-challenge the Great Warrior.
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Post by The Sam on Oct 12, 2011 19:59:27 GMT -5
I'll re-challenge the Great Warrior. And once again, I have no problem jobbing The Great Warrior to you.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 12, 2011 20:00:40 GMT -5
I'll re-challenge the Great Warrior. Okay, I'll add that to the card.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 12, 2011 20:28:42 GMT -5
I'll take Jason Allen versus Zombo.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 12, 2011 20:41:33 GMT -5
Y'know what? I'll also take JoNo/General just to ensure two matches are done on my effort.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 12, 2011 20:52:33 GMT -5
Something I just reflected upon: with our decorated history of procrastination and delays, how did we ever make Heatz! and Niteraw work together every week? Was the roster less lazy then, or did having that second show keep people on their toes?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 12, 2011 21:00:17 GMT -5
I just assumed there were more members back then, although of course I wouldn't know having not joined until after Heatz went away.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Oct 12, 2011 21:05:15 GMT -5
I finally have more then 30 seconds it seems to be on. Again my apologies for not being able to step in to write that second match guys. Though my interview went well, hoping to hear back on it by Monday so fingers crossed *crosses fingers. I've had a few things come up here which had my attention drawn, mainly my brother in law possibly needing to move in with us due to issues with a roommate. As well, we had thanksgiving and a bit of bad news to lead off the long weekend. It would appear that my wife is getting laid off from her job at the end of November. She found out this past Friday so needless to say Thanksgiving was a bit stressful. Especially considering her contract was originally supposed to be ending at the end of December. Anyway, I'm rambling.
Overall a great show I thought. Though I think I might have been left out of Bergman's promo. lol
As far as matches go, would it be alright if I took the Colt vs. Aaron match and had Connor perhaps join in on commentary?
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 12, 2011 21:14:03 GMT -5
Well, just to refresh memories, Niteraw used to be shorter because of the existence of Heatz!
Heatz! was on Sunday, while Niteraw was on Monday as always.
Niteraw is as big as it is because Heatz! was folded into it, making it a kind of "super-show" at the time.
Maybe we did have more guys then, but I'm not sure if it was significant. Either way, the trains seemed to run on time more back then. This is not a knock on you, by the way, Socko, since writing duties shouldn't entirely be up to you.
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Johnny B. Decent
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Post by Johnny B. Decent on Oct 12, 2011 21:17:50 GMT -5
I request some time on Raw to have a "match". If you catch my meaning.
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The Sam
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Post by The Sam on Oct 12, 2011 21:18:35 GMT -5
I'll write Gus vs Warrior.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 12, 2011 21:27:27 GMT -5
On me not being able to write matches (As I feel the need to explain m'self): I CAN write a beatdown no problem (I wrote The Whitey/BA Beatdown)....I might even be able to write a Squash If it came to it, but I can't get the "Rhythm" down for a good back-and-forth match...I've tried a few times in my spare time to improve.....but I can't get into the mindset. I think I can help you out here. You say you feel adequate at writing beat downs. Think of every match you write as a couple of guys taking turns beating each other down to win. If you ever feel like one guy is getting beaten down too much, switch roles. There's more to match writing than that, but that's a bare essentials style I think anyone could adopt. I hope you give it a try or two and see how relatively simple it is.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Oct 12, 2011 21:50:53 GMT -5
On me not being able to write matches (As I feel the need to explain m'self): I CAN write a beatdown no problem (I wrote The Whitey/BA Beatdown)....I might even be able to write a Squash If it came to it, but I can't get the "Rhythm" down for a good back-and-forth match...I've tried a few times in my spare time to improve.....but I can't get into the mindset. I think I can help you out here. You say you feel adequate at writing beat downs. Think of every match you write as a couple of guys taking turns beating each other down to win. If you ever feel like one guy is getting beaten down too much, switch roles. There's more to match writing than that, but that's a bare essentials style I think anyone could adopt. I hope you give it a try or two and see how relatively simple it is. While I do hope that we get more match writers, I think I understand why some of the members are confident in their ability to write beatdowns but not matches. See, I often get stuck in the middle of writing a match when I try to figure out how to shift the momentum. Like I might have a guy get hit with a vertical suplex, and then a DDT, and then spend some time in a Boston crab, and then I'll start thinking "Okay, I need this guy to come back, but he's got to do it in a way that doesn't make it seem like he's just no-selling all the punishment he took. How am i gonna do this?" With a beatdown, you don't have to worry about figuring that out, since it's totally one-sided.
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