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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Jan 5, 2012 20:31:20 GMT -5
[glow=gray,2,300] Greetings WWCF Galaxy.
This is your Majority Shareholder.
It is the beginning of a new year, and that means one thing for everyone: the King of Wrestlecrap tournament.
Eight men will compete for glory, and the chance to face the WWCF World Champion.
The following eight men have been chosen:
Amigo.
Ryan Bergman.
Ryan Blood.
Connor MacKenzie.
Doctor Demento.
The General of the Monkey Army.
Gus Richlen
and...
The Smokin' Vokoun.
You all have the chance to make it to the top of the WWCF mountain.
Don't waste it.
This has been your Majority Shareholder. [/glow] [glow=red,2,300]WWCF Presents[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]Niteraw[/glow]
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Welcome everyone to the first Niteraw of 2012! I'm "Gorilla" Tim Hoss and with me as always is Jesse King!
Jesse King: I am so stoked tonight, TH. The King of Wrestlecrap Tournament kicks off tonight!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Indeed. The WWCF kicks off with a time-honored tradition: the King of Wrestlecrap Tournament.
Jesse King: Just think, Gorilla: eight men will compete for the chance to take on the World Champion at Lord of the Ring.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: And also be forever etched into WWCF History, don't forget that Jesse.
Jesse King: Indeed, TH. Indeed.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Stay tuned WWCF Galaxy, this new year is getting kicked off with style tonight right after these commersh-
*Wake Up - Rage against the Machine*
Hoss: What the Hell? What does the Punisher want?
King: You want to tell him to leave Hoss? You saw what he did to The General and Richlen at Christmassacre. You saw what he did to those security guards last week. Maybe you’d like to get in his face and tell him he’s not welcome?
Hoss: I’m more concerned with what he wants and whether any other Viva Inc lackeys are out here with him.
*The Punisher makes his way into the ring and grabs a mic from ringside.*
Castle: I’m not a very talkative guy. I prefer to do things, rather than brag about them. But a few weeks back, I didn’t do what I said I would do, what I knew I could do. I didn’t win the WWCF World Title, I got sloppy, I lost sight of my goal, and I got punished for it. Pretty ironic huh?
*The crowd murmurs*
Hoss: I don't think they get the joke King.
King: I'm not sure he's too concerned about getting dates in Vegas at the point Hoss.
Castle: I thought you’d laugh. You always laugh, don’t you? You always want to see guys like me fail don’t you? You know the only way I’m gonna convince you that people like Jonathan Michaels don’t deserve to have a title, don’t deserve to have any success.
*The crowd turns hostile*
Castle: I thought you’re react like that, so rather than do what you’re all expecting me to do, and blindside him and cash in my Money in the Bank briefcase, I’m going to stand toe to toe with him, and beat him cleanly. No weapons. No outside help. No one saying I didn’t deserve it, or that he had a way out. Just a straight, fair fight.
Hoss: I'll believe that when I see it.
Castle: At King of WrestleCrap, I’m cashing in my briefcase Michaels, you have my word I won’t do it before. This time, you will know what hit you….
*DOA - Foo Fighters*
*Jonathan Michaels makes his way to the ring, belt around his waist and Mic in hand, he slides into the ring.*
Michaels: Frank, you were man enough to come out here and tell the world you're going to cash in your case the right way. So I'm going to be man enough to come out here and tell you just how impressive you were last night, and I came to the ring to amend your statement a bit. You didn't lose because you were unfocused and sloppy, you lost because you underestimated me, and seeing you feel you have something to prove, I guess I have to prove something as well. So let's take your idea one step further. Until our match, I give you my word that none of the Equalizers will interfere in your business, and you give yours that Viva Inc. will stay out of mine.
King: Don't agree to that!
Michaels: They can do whatever they want to each other, but until you and I settle things, you and I are on our own. Do we have a deal?
*Jonathan offers his hand to Castle.*
Castle: Deal. If any of Viva Inc attack you, they answer to me, but your buddies better know, if any of them try anything with me, I'll beat them so hard, they won't remember what year it is.
Michaels: Deal.
*The two shake hands and Castle leaves the ring*
Hoss: Well, it'll be interesting to see if these two can keep to their word. Will Viva leave the World Champion alone?
King: More to the point will The Equalizers leave Castle alone?
Hoss: I can't believe you'd even question that?
King: This just proves that Castle is a man of honour, of integrity...
Hoss: Like I said, I'll believe it when I see it. But now, let's get to commercials...
[/quote] *Hartford, CT
*We’re backstage at a local independent show. The wrestlers and staff have congregated towards the arena entrance, awaiting the return of one of their peers. These wrestlers fulfill just about every bad indie wrestler stereotype imaginable; young spot monkeys, bald guys with tribal tattoos, overweight deathmatch wrestlers, a few rip-offs of successful wrestlers, and that one wrestler of yesteryear you thought was already dead. The muffled proclamation of the company’s ring announcer is audible over the reaction of the live crowd and slight hubbub caused by the wrestlers here in the back. [/i] Ring Announcer: Your winner and NNNNEEEEEEWW CXW World Heavyweight champion… *The ring announcer is completely drowned out as a bloodied wrestler enters the backstage area. Immediately, the other wrestlers erupt into a chorus of cheers and applause, congratulating this wrestler as he makes his way to his area of the locker room. He has the large, muscular frame of a professional athlete. His short blonde hair has been stained pink from the blood pouring from his forehead. He is wearing blue and white trunks, knee, and elbow pads, the colors of UConn. Based on what his peers are saying, it becomes obvious that this wrestler is NOT the new champion, but rather the former one. While he seems genuinely friendly to his peers, but their compliments don’t appear to sit well with him. Perhaps he is upset about losing the title, or at least the fashion in which it was lost. He sits down on a bench next to his duffle bag, puts his hand to his forehead, casually checking the wound that he sustained during the previous bout. He begins to unlace his boots when a large, greasy-looking middle-aged man walks up to him. This man appears to not only be the promoter of this company, but also its biggest fan. He hands the wrestler a rather thin-looking envelope and begins to talk. The wrestler never takes his attention away from unlacing his boots.Promoter: Hey Tom, great match out there tonight. Sorry it had to go down like that, but listen to that pop! The fans were ready for a change. Tom: ….yeah. Promoter: I mean, I’ll always be grateful of your time as champ, but all good things must come to an end. Tom: …sure thing. Promoter: Oh and Tom, your forehead, you should get that checked out, man. YUCK! Tom: So, two weeks. Bridgeport. Do I get my rematch? Promoter: Um, we’ll see buddy….we’ll see (another wrestler, the new champion, walks into the locker room, and everyone’s attention turns to him). Hey Champ! Awesome match out there! (walks out of frame, but still audible)Let’s talk about Bridgeport….. *Tom looks into the envelope, counting his night’s pay, which appears to do nothing to improve his mood. He finishes with his boots, and pulls down his knee pads, revealing a rather large surgical scar on his right knee. He moves his right leg up and down at the knee. It appears somewhat stiff, and the cause of pain. From off-screen someone throws Tom a towel, which he catches.Voice off-screen: For your head. *Tom puts the towel to his head, wiping off some of the blood. The wound has not completely healed over, and is bleeding onto the towel. Tom: Thanks. And….who are you? *Duncan Donovan-Dunn, dressed in a heavy wool winter coat and designer scarf over his suit, strolls casually into frame.D3: Duncan Donovan-Dunn is my name and people like you, Tommy Vinters, are my game! Tommy: Come again? People like me? D3: Champions, Tommy! I deal exclusively in the business of champions. I watched your match tonight, and I want be in the Tommy Vinters business. Tommy: Well, if you watched my match, you’d know that I’m NOT a champion, at least not anymore. D3: A temporary affliction, I can assure you. That is, if we go into business with each other. Tommy: And why should I do that? I’ve got a decent thing going for me here. D3: Do you? Just like I watched your match tonight, I watched how that greaseball boss of yours treated you. No offense, but you’re done here, Tommy. Tonight, they put you out to pasture. You can stay here if you want, but I predict that if you do, you won’t be able to get booked at birthday parties past your 30th birthday. If you come with me, however….( D3 tosses Tommy a manila envelope). Tommy: What’s this? D3: Consider it your due compensation. *Tommy dumps the contents of the envelope into his lap; a large stack of documents and a roll of $100, bound by a platinum Rolex watch. D3: The money and the watch, consider it just a taste. A taste of what you’ll be earning with me every night, at minimum. Tommy: After you take your cut, of course. D3: Of course, but I can guarantee that you’re days of wrestling in high schools and church basements are over. That stack of papers that you’ve just bled all over is a contract. Not just a contract, but one giving me the exclusive rights to represent you as both a professional wrestler and public figure as the crowned jewel of my wrestling sector of The D3 Corporation. No need to sign it right away, though, so take your time and think it through, although I think you’ll make your decision quite quickly. There are more important things to attend to right now, such as your forehead. I know of a clinic in town that’ll patch you up for free. Then go home and pack. Our jet leaves bright and early tomorrow. Tommy: Where are we going? D3: To the top Tommy! All the way to the top! (Pulls out cell phone and places a quick call)[/color]. Valerie, I have Tommy with me, so bring the car around back please. We’ve got a few stops to make tonight before we leave tomorrow. ( Hangs up). Oh, and wait until you meet this girl. She may not be her sister but….( fade to blackTH: Well, looks like we have a promising young man coming to the WWCF there.JK: Don't know what to make of him yet, but hey, I give everyone at least one shot to impress me.TH: What do you say we get to the first King of Wrestlecrap match?JK: Don't mind if I do. From what it looks like, first we have Ryan Bergman versus the Smokin' Vokoun.TH: Let me guess, King: you're going for Vokoun.JK: You got me. He's on fire lately, but Bergman's been wallowing in mediocrity for some time, but the big thing for me is how Bergman’s gonna overcome that power and strength advantage that the former Hardcore Champion has.TH: It’s gonna be intriguing King, I’m looking forward to it - let’s go to Michael Muffer.Michael Muffer: The following contest is a first round match in the King of WrestleCrap Tournament. Introducing the participants…Iron Man by Black Sabbath rings out, as Smokin’ Vokoun appears on the stage, accompanied by his mentor Lou Thesz III. MM: Coming down the aisle, accompanied by Lou Thesz III, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 280 lbs, The Smokin’ Vokoun!Boos and catcalls emanate through the arena as Vokoun enters the ring and raises his fist to the crowd, before flipping them the finger. Vokoun paces the ring as he waits for his opponent. Trombone Shorty’s Buckjump starts as the boos turn to cheers for Ryan Bergman. He makes his way determinedly down the aisle. MM: And his opponent, from Fulton, New York, weighing 232 lbs, The Jazzman, Ryan Bergman!Bergman slides into the ring and mounts a turnbuckle to soak up the cheers, before removing his coat and sizing up Vokoun. The two lock up, and Vokoun uses his power to back Bergman toward the ropes, but Bergman flips round and holds Vokoun in a waistlock. Quickly, he slips through Smokey’s legs, and shocks him with a stinging uppercut. Bergman tries the Irish whip, but Vokoun reverses it. Smokey misses with a clothesline, and Bergman slips through his legs again on the rebound. Vokoun, befuddled, turns round and walks into a beautiful pinpoint dropkick from the Jazzman, that sends Vokoun into the corner. Bergman follows up, monkey flipping the larger man out of the corner, then kicking him twice in the back as he sits up. TH: Explosive start from Bergman, he’s fired up King.JK: Can’t argue with that Hoss, Bergman wants a shot at that WWCF title, and he’s got to take the bigger man down quickly is he stands any chance in this match.Smokey gets to his feet as Bergman measures up his next move. Vokoun looks angry, but is floored by a handspring Enziguiri from Bergman. Bergman makes a quick cover… 1 But Vokoun kicks out at one, pressing Bergman across the ring. Bergman continues his assault by mounting the second rope, then bringing down an elbow right on Vokoun’s forehead. The bigger man is staggered again, but remains on his feet. Going for broke, Bergman rebounds off the rope, and nearly takes Vokoun’s head off with a spinning heel kick, that catapults him over the top rope. Dazed and confused, Vokoun gets to his feet, only to be in the receiving end form a big tope from Bergman, that leaves Smokey flattened on the outside. TH: What a move from Bergman, it’s a scintillating start from The Jazzman!JK: And Vokoun can’t live with it can he? And the more angry and frustrated he gets, the more he’s gonna forget all that training - look, Lou Thesz is trying to calm him down and get him back on track.The ancestor of the great wrestler is calming Vokoun on the outside. Smokey regains his composure an gets back in the ring. The two lock up again and this time Vokoun snags Bergman in a headlock and starts to wear him down. Bergman tries to escape by slingshot ting Vokoun off the ropes, and Smokey lets go. He ducks as Bergman leapfrogs him, then nails him on the rebound with a strong lariat. Two big boots follow as Smokey floors his opponent. Picking him up, he pounds his head into the canvas with a bulldog, then, picking him up again, relentlessly continues his barrage with elbow drops and kicks to Bergman’s head. The smaller of the two men tries to roll to the outside, by Vokoun catches him, and starts blasting him with rights and lefts. JK: I think he made him mad Hoss - For all the technical moves he’s been learning, Vokoun’s still one of the best brawlers in the business.TH: I think Thesz would like him to use a few more of his recently learned techniques, by the look of him.JK: Thing is, could Vokoun outwrestle Bergman? I think he’s gotta go with his advantages here, and that’s size and power. If he tries to go hold for hold with Bergman he’s gonna struggle.Vokoun grabs Bergman by his hair and hauls him to his feet, then drives him into the mat with a vicious gut wrench suplex. Vokoun goes for the cover. 1 2 Bergman though, gets his shoulder up. Smokey shoots his opponent off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Bergman flips it into a crucifix, pinning Vokoun to the mat. 1 2 But Smokey rolls out, as Bergman slips over his still entangled arm to try and lock in a cross arm breaker. Vokoun resists, not letting The Jazzman get enough purchase to lock it in completely. JK: Told you Gorilla, Vokoun’s power game is the advantage here, Bergman isn’t able to lock that in because Vokoun’s blocking it through brute strength alone.Vokoun manages to get to his feet, toughing it out as Bergman clings onto the limb, now knowing his only chance of escape is to try and break Vokoun’s spirit and capitulate. Vokoun though, has other ideas, and powers out. He props Bergman up against the turnbuckles, and starts pummelling him with lefts and rights. Bergman tries to slip out again, but Smokey catches him, gives him a strong head butt. Vokoun hauls him up and slaps him into the canvas with a big spinebuster. Vokoun raises one big fist to the crowd, who boo him mercilessly. Thesz screams at Vokoun to get the job done, but Vokoun again wastes time by toying with Bergman. He gives him a couple of slaps to the face as The Jazzman gets back to his knees. Vokoun grabs him and positions him for a high delayed suplex. Smokey lets him hang there for a around 20 seconds before crashing him down to the mat. TH: Good Gawd King, did you hear the impact on that suplex?JK: Vokoun’s mixing the power and technical game now, I like this.TH: I think Bergman’s still got a few surprises left..Instead of going for the pin, Vokoun hangs Bergman up for another delayed suplex, with the same outcome. JK: Don’t look like he has too many tricks left to me Hoss…Smokey goes for a third, but Bergman blocks it and rolls Vokoun up into a quick inside cradle TH: Oh no King?1 2 Vokoun rolls out, but this time Bergman reacts quicker, with a couple of overhand chops, backing Smokey up. He rebounds off the ropes and drives Vokoun’s head down with a Tornado DDT, then gets to his feet and motions to the crowd for the Supernova. Bergman mounts the ropes, but Lou Thesz leaps onto the apron, distracting him. Thesz tries to interfere, but the referee stops him telling him to get down. Seeing Vokoun stirring, Bergman drops down off the top rope, and measures Smokey for another DDT. Vokoun though, sees him coming, and delivers a high back body drop that leaves Bergman down in the centre of the ring. Thesz drops to the outside , his job done. TH: Reprehensible King, I can’t believe the ref would be so easily distracted like that!JK: How long have you been watching wrestling Hoss? Give me strength…Smokey mounts the second rope to drop a big elbow, but Bergman has been playing possum, and leaps to his feet. Before Vokoun can react, Bergman has leapt up onto his shoulders to deliver a Frankensteiner. TH: Vokoun got caught, he’s in trouble now!JK: Not necessarily Hoss, not necessarily.Thesz has leapt up onto the apron, out of view of the referee, and grabs the back of Vokoun’s jeans. Bergman can’t flip Vokoun into the move and starts to overbalance. Vokoun takes advantage and stands up, now using his leverage to drive Bergman into the mat with a resounding power bomb from the second rope. Vokoun covers. 1 2 3 TH: Oh my God, that was horrific, Thesz hung onto Vokoun and Bergman couldn’t get the leverage for the move.JK: And Vokoun used a wrestling move to put Bergman away - that’s a good teacher.TH: Vokoun’s teacher cheated! It was disgusting!JK: Get a life Hoss, he’s teaching him to cheat better, now THATS a good teacher - I wish my teachers had taught me that!TH: King?JK: Yes?TH: Please shut up.TH: Welcome back from commercials. the King of Wrestlecrap is off to an interesting start if I say so myself.
JK: I like that, Gorilla. My pick wins and you call it, "interesting." Vokoun won and he's advancing.
TH: We don't know who his second round opponent shall be, but up next we have a match between an allie of his, Jeremy Dupoe, or, as he seems to prefer now, "Disturbance," up against Sammy Twister.
JK: Don't think he'll be dancing his way to victory tonight.
Disturbance versus Sammy Twister
TH: Every dog has his day, King, and one day, Sammy Twister will have his.
MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
*Disturbance climbs out of a hole in the stage after the opening note in his theme he crawls like an animal to top of the ramp before standing up and starts to walk to the ring as a wall of fire shoots up behind him startling him.*
MM: Making his way to the ring from Arkham, Massachusetts THE DISTURBANCE
*Disturbance jumps over the bottom rope and slumps down in the corner Raven style*
MM: And his opponent from Orlando, Florida: SAMMY TWISTER!
JK: Wait... Is Sammy Twister disco dancing his way to the ring?
TH: It appears so, King.
JK: Disco's dead and so is Sammy Twister tonight. Disturbance doesn't seem like the kind to take kindly to such flamboyant displays as disco.
TH: I'm not sure if many of us do.
*Ding Ding Ding*
TH: Here they go...
JK: Wow, Sammy Twister gets the first strike tonight; a slap to Disturbance's face...
*Disturbance responds by whipping him into the turnbuckle and hitting him with an elbow to the head and bulldogs him.*
TH: Well, that momentum didn't last long.
JK: Wait, look! Twister's getting up! Is he trying to overpower Disturbance?
*Twister is pushed out of the ring by Disturbance.*
JK: Ha ha ha ha!
*Twister gets up and claims that he meant to do that and rolls into the ring...*
TH: Uh oh, and here's Disturbance to catch him...
*Disturbance grabs and crosses Sammy's arms and says to him "It's only going to hurt for a second"*
TH: What'd he say?
JK: Straight Jacket Slam! Twister's finished.
TH: One, two, three!
*Ding Ding Ding*
MM: Here is your winner, The Disturbance!
TH: Another week, another pinfall loss for the Twister.
JK: He's hardly the best horse to hitch your wagon to, Gorilla.
TH: A guy can hope.
*Disturbance starts celebrating but trips of the body of Sammy Twister...*
TH: Whoops. Disturbance with some fancy footwork there...
*Disturbance gets to his feet with a sick smile crossing his face...*
JK: Uh oh... This doesn't look good...
TH: Lou Thesz Press! Look at that sadistic smile on his face!
JK: It's just Sammy Twister, Disturbance.
TH: Referee Lloyd McFloyd trying to control the situation here... Sammy Twister's a bloody mess!
JK: What has gotten into him, geez.
TH: WWCF Security is here to stop him. Law and order has arrived...
*Security pulls Disturbance away from Sammy Twister...*
TH: Hopefully the Parts Unknown Hospital will get the Master of Dance back in action in no time.
JK: Now he wants to talk?
*Disturbance takes a microphone...*
WHAT THE HELL PSYCHO, WE HAVE TO AVOID INCIDENTS LIKE THAT, BUT ALPHA I FELT...ALIVE ITS BEEN 60 SOME YEARS SINCE I GOT THE TASTE OF BLOOD
*Disturbance licks his blood covered hand*
TH: What is this?
JK: I think we have another Boiler Room Brawler/Amigo situation here...
AND IT STILL TASTES GOOD, BESIDES YOU SAID TO GET VIOLENT!YOU TOOK IT TOO FAR, NO MORE MAN GOOD GOD WE COULD GO TO JAIL FOR THIS! What did I miss? PSYCHO PUTTING US IN DANGER! Which one of us is psycho again? ME! Oh,right... OH GOD... WE... WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE! OOOOOH MAN WE ARE DEAD! SO F****** DEAD
*Disturbance leaves the ring still arguing with himself the crowd left confused*
TH: I'm at a loss for words, King.
JK: I... am... too... Want to, uh... move on?
TH: I think so. I hope the Majority Shareholder saw that. If he sent BRB to be psychologically rehabilitated, if he demoted Ryan Blood from being Commissioner for his Hardcore Championship, he needs to take care of this now.
JK: Couldn't agree more. I say we cleanse our palates with a commercial break.
[glow=gray,2,300] Greetings WWCF Galaxy. This is your Majority Shareholder. Vincent Van Agony… It is clear to me that you cannot handle your duties as WWCF Commissioner. The workload is clearly too great, and you clearly need someone else to help bear the burden. It’s just what I expected I would need. Next week, I will appoint a General Manager who will pick up your slack. This has been your Majority Shareholder. [/glow]
Hoss: And here we are folks with the second of the King of Wrestlecrap qualifiers. It's that time once again King.
King: Yeah, it's that time of year when a bunch of nobodies think that by winning a tournament that they'll be worthy of challenging for the WWCF title. At least this year you could say that the participants might be more deserving then the champ.
Hoss: Don't mind him folks. Santa left him a bag of coal instead of anything in his stocking.
King: It's the middle of winter! It's not like I can use my barbeque the fat a-
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall Introducing first...
*Let's All Get Demented*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from "The LOOOOOOW End of the Dial" and weighing 165 lbs. Doctor Demento!
*Doctor Demento is wheeled out by two “Orderlies” on a handtruck.*
Hoss: Look at him, King… He’s like Hannibal Lecter!
King: We just say Disturbance, and now Doctor Demento here? I think the Majority Shareholder needs to give more rigorous psychological examinations.
*Upon getting to the ring, Demento’s Custom Made Black/Gold Straightjacket is removed by the orderlies and he tosses his bitemask to the crowd then climbs the steps to the ring.*
Hoss: Think that would fetch any good price on eBay?
King: Couldn’t tell ya. I’d probably turn it into the authorities.
Hoss: To say that this man is demented is not an exagerration.
King: He's got Demento in his name, it's kind of a given.
Michael Muffer: And his opponent...
*TRON Legacy R3CONF1GUR3D - 02 - Fall*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada and weighing 225 lbs. Representing The Equalizers, "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!
*A pyro explosion goes off on the entry ramp as Connor slowly moves through the smoke, standing at the top, his face partially visible under the hood as he makes his way to the ring.*
Hoss: It’s a battle between two reinvented men tonight, King. It’s the Digital Dragon versus Doctor Demento.
King: What’s up with all these Ds? I’m not so sure about this Duncan Dominick… um...
Hoss: Duncan Donovan Dunn. Duncan Donovan Dunn, King.
*MacKenzie slides under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He pulls back his hood and yells out while the arena lights return to normal.*
King: Right.
Hoss: I guess “D” is in.
*MacKenzie takes off his cloak; he sports a chain with a dragon pendant that he takes off before rolling back to the floor to give to a fan then gets back in the ring…*
Hoss: The Digital Dragon with a show of class.
King: Class will have nothing to do with this match so long as he has the Mad Doctor to deal with.
*MacKenzie stretches himself out a bit before the bell.*
Hoss: Connor MacKenzie stretching out before he begins tonight. Looks like he’s taped up his ribs tonight.
King: Yeah, but Referee Will Alphonzo is there to make sure there’s no shenanigans.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Hoss: And the circling begins like so many matches before and so many shall.
King: But of course, Demento makes the first moves.
Hoss: And the lockup. It’s a contest of power here, but MacKenzie has the sixty pound weight advantage.
King: Wait, Demento’s backing off…
Hoss: Looks like he didn’t expect that from Conn- ooh, a kick to the gut!
King: And a ruthless forearm to the ribs! They may as well say, “Kick Me!” Or, “Hit Me” in this case…
Hoss: Speak of the devil… Connor’s using the ropes to stand up. Look at the sadistic smile on Doctor Demento’s face!
King: You can give it up, Connor. Besides, Demento’s probably protected from a first round loss anyway.
Hoss: Protected? How?
King: Maybe the General will slip out from under the ring and clobber MacKenzie with a Monkey’s Paw to the face and slip out just as fast.
Hoss: You think the referee wouldn’t see- Superkick from Dement- No, wait, clothesline from MacKenzie!
*Demento hits the mat, almost flipping backwards from the impact and rolls back to lay prone for a moment as his eyes blink to show he's dazed. Connor meanwhile takes a moment to check his taping, wincing slightly before moving towards the Demento...*
Hoss: Fast thinking by the Digital Dragon, and it saves him some time to recover.
King: Not enough though, Demento’s getting back up...
Hoss: Chop to Demento’s chest. Another chop. Demento’s on the ropes. Connor going for- wait!
King: Uh oh! Demento caught the arm. Here comes the pain, MacKenzie!
*Demento hits a cross armbreaker to MacKenzie’s arm.*
Hoss: His shoulder must be destroyed there!
King: Well he better deal with it because Alphonzo’s about to start counting them for knockout.
Hoss: Demento going off the ropes, look out Connor! Spear to the ribs! Demento with the pin!
King: 1! 2! Kickout!
Hoss: Demento doesn’t look too happy there…
King: Connor looks worse for wear. Wait… Demento’s smiling again… Dragon sleeper!
Hoss: Demento is tenacious and ruthless. Nothing keeps him down for long.
King: Maybe the Majority Shareholder has scared him into doing his best…
Hoss: But Connor refuses to give up, though he’s fading…
*As the ref looks on Demento yells for the ref to check on Connor who has stopped moving. The ref moves closer, lifting an arm and lets go. It drops to the mat and Will Alphonzo calls a "1!".*
Hoss: This looks bad for Connor…
*Lifting the arm again Alphonzo lets go and once more it drops to the mat, "2!".*
King: But good for Demento.
*Lifting the arm a third time, Alphonzo lets go…*
Hoss: Wait, wait… Connor’s not finished... Connor’s fighting back!
King: Demento’s holding on though.
Hoss: But it’s not stopping Connor from standing them both up. A kick to Demento’s face! What flexibility!
King: What toughness! Demento’s still-
Hoss: Another kick! The hold is broken! Connor goes for the ropes! Connor with a clothesline!
King: No… Demento with a claw to the head.
Hoss: Well it was good while it lasted.
*As Demento prepares to hit an STO, Connor's arm moves frantically and he hits an elbow, then another to daze Demento allowing Connor to get out of the clawhold and latch onto Demento…*
Hoss: Connor’s fighting back!
*Letting out a loud yell Connor bends Demento back then springs into a backflip hitting a standing moonsault side slam…*
Hoss: Amazing athleticism! He goes for the pin! 1! 2! 3!
*Ding Ding Ding*
*TRON Legacy R3CONF1GUR3D - 02 - Fall*
*Connor nurses his ribs but rises to his feet, the tape on his ribs torn and loose as the ref raises his hand.*
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner, "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!
Hoss: The Digital Dragon did it! He’s moving on to the second round of the King of Wrestlecrap tournament!
King: I guess Doctor Demento isn’t protected after all.
Hoss: Connor fought hard, but in two weeks he must face the Smokin’ Vokoun in the second round of the King of Wrestlecrap tournament.
King: And that’s when he will lose.
Hoss: It will be a tough battle for him in two weeks, but up next Amigo challenges “the Brainbuster” Jason Allen for the TV Title, after these commercials!
TH: Welcome back from commercials. The new year is off to a great start, and it's time for our first main event of the year...
WWCF Television Championship "The Hangman" Jonathan Stone Amigo versus "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen
JK: This is a match that has been almost a month in the making ever since the TV Title was first contested in a battle royal. Amigo had it in his grasp before the General of the Monkey Army sabotaged his efforts, handing the Brainbuster the Television Title. The fix was in, Gorilla. The fix was in.
TH: The Brainbuster did win with assistance, but he quickly expelled any notions that he was in cahoots with the Majority Shareholder when he planted the General with his namesake.
JK: I guess I can't be too bitter. Amigo paid the General back by sabotaging the Brainbuster's first title defense against the General.
TH: Two wrongs doesn't make a right, but Amigo now has his shot against the Brainbuster tonight. Can the Brainbuster prove, once and for all, that he has what it takes to prove that he can beat a menace like Amigo one on one in the squared circle?
JK: Well, as we always say, Michael Muffer, take it away!
MM: The following contest is for the Television Title!
*Blitzkrieg - Metallica*
MM: Now entering the ring from Nogales, Arizona at a weight of 225lbs, "The Hangman..." Jonathan Stone... Amigo!
TH: Amigo has been champing at the bit to get his hands on the Television Title since it debuted. But he already holds two belts...
JK: Already holds two belts- can it, Gorilla. No one can touch Viva, Inc in the Tag Division, so with no competition, Amigo is a sitting duck. And while he's proving himself out there every night that he is the - well, you know what Champion - he has scared away the competition there too. What's he to do? Go after more belts.
TH: Well, spin aside, Amigo sabotaged the General of the Monkey Army last week and now it's his shot at the belt for the second time.
JK: He's ready to tear the Brainbuster apart for the TV Title. It's going to be ugly tonight.
MM: And his opponent...
*Indestructible - Disturbed*
TH: Indeed, King. The Brainbuster is determined to prove to the WWCF Galaxy that he can win, defend, and retain a belt without outside interference, and Amigo robbed him of that last week. Amigo better watch out.
MM: Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota... weighing 245lbs... he is your WWCF Television Champion: "The Brainbuster..." Jason... Allen!
JK: Amigo doesn't have to watch out for anything. He's too vicious to need that. If Vincent Van Agony is the WWCF's resident Honey Badger, then Amigo is its resident Wolverine.
TH: I believe he prefered to be called the "Canadian Tiger."
JK: Whatever. Tigers are badass too.
TH: Tonight's match will be officiated by Referee Jake Kwon. You can see this powder keg ready to explode...
*Ding Ding Ding*
TH: And off it goes!
JK: They're circling each other like two wolves- and the lock up!
TH: Amigo gets the early advantage. Rebound from the ropes- a kick to the Brainbuster's face! Lariat!
JK: The TV Champ is down!
TH: He pounced like a tiger, that's for sure.
JK: And now he's proceeding to maul him! Look at Amigo hammering fist after fist on Jason Allen!
TH: But the Brainbuster slips to the outside. Time for a tactical reassessment.
JK: More like tactical retreat.
TH: The Brainbuster isn't going to get counted out if he has any saying so.
JK: Well, it's time for round two.
TH: They lock arms again... Brainbuster with a side headlock... and he goes for some brainbusting right there! Bam, bam, bam...
JK: Those punches are just in poor taste!
TH: Wait, Amigo lifts up! What's he doing to the... samoan drop!
JK: Go for the pin!
TH: One, tw- the Brainbuster kicks out. He's tougher than that.
JK: But Amigo's got him with the brain claw. Allen's the only who'll have a busted brain tonight!
TH: Nope. Allen slips out and heads for the ropes...
JK: Amigo with a lariat! Brainbuster over the top rope!
TH: Now if ony Amigo did that two weeks ago he would be TV Champ defending against Brainbuster.
JK: He did, then the General of the Monkey Army interfered because the Majority Shareholder is all about rigging the game.
TH: Allen's quickly back to his feet, but here comes Amigo over the top rope! Body press!
JK: Amigo better watch out lest he get counted out himself.
TH: I don't think he has to worry- takedown by the Brainbuster! He has Amigo by the ankle!
JK: But they only have a few more seconds!
TH: Brainbuster makes a break for it!
JK: Come on Amigo!
Whew, just in the nick of time!
TH: An elbow to the back from Jason Allen. Another, takedown by Amigo!
JK: Brainbuster is in for it now! Figure four!
TH: If Brainbuster's legs are taken out he won't be able to do the Namesake!
JK: Precisely Amigo's plan, Gorilla.
TH: But that won't stop the Brainbuster from trying to reach the ropes though!
JK: He won't make it. He won't.
TH: Wait a minute... wait a minute... He's going to reverse it! He's going to reverse it!
JK: No way!
TH: Brainbuster's got it!
JK: Wait, what's he doing now!
TH: He's reversing it into a Sharpshooter! Sharpshooter!
JK: Say... what's that noise? Sounds like cymbals...
TH: I hear it too... Referee Jake Kwon's checking it out.
JK: Eh. Works for m- Oh no!
TH: What, Jesse?
JK: It's the Wind-Up Monkey! The General of the Monkey Army is here!
*The General of the Monkey Army slips out from under the ring and Monkey's Paws Amigo right in the face while Brainbuster and Referee Jake Kwon's backs are to him, then he slips back under the ring.*
TH: It's just moving around, but nothing's happen- look, King!
JK: What? Oh no? Amigo's out!
TH: The Sharpshooter did the trick! No Brainbuster needed!
*Referee Kwon raises Amigo's arm and drops it.*
JK: The Sharpshooter is no technique to laugh at, but how could Amigo succumb to it so quickly?
*Kwon lifts Amigo's arm and drops it again.*
JK: The Brainbuster can't be that good!
*Kwon lifts Amigo's arm and drops it a third time.*
*Ding Ding Ding*
*Indestructible - Disturbed*
TH: He did it, Jesse! The Brainbuster Jason Allen just proved that he can defeat Amigo fair and square for the TV Title!
JK: But... but...
MM: Here is your winner by submission and still your WWCF Television Champion: "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen!
TH: Much as you dislike it, Jesse, Jason Allen is the WWCF Television Champion, and I don't think he's giving it up any time soon.
JK: There's just something... fishy about the whole thing.
TH: The Fishmonger is ancient history, King. The Brainbuster is the present and he is the future!
JK: Well, I guess he won. That Sharpshooter is dynamite. Geez.
TH: It's a momentous occasion for the Brainbuster. He's finally proven himself, but he has many more battles up ahead if we wants to hold onto that belt, so stay tuned, WWCF Galaxy. And stay tuned as the 1st Round of the King of Wrestlecrap Tournament continues next week. I'm "Gorilla" Tim Hoss...
JK: This is Jesse King.
TH: And we hope you're all having a Happy New Year. See you next week.
[/center] Credits: BoilerRoomBrawler, Brawlyjunk Entertainment, Jeremy Dupoe, Connor MacKenzie, The Punisher
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