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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 21, 2012 4:15:22 GMT -5
Jono/Vokoun, Dupoe/Whitey, and Demento/Jazz in tow so far. Let's keep 'em coming. Show should hopefully be posted tomorrow.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Feb 21, 2012 7:10:08 GMT -5
Sorry guys, looks like I didn't get the result for JA vs GW if I could get that I shall have the match to BRB this morning.
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Feb 21, 2012 8:02:57 GMT -5
Sorry guys, looks like I didn't get the result for JA vs GW if I could get that I shall have the match to BRB this morning. You're not the only one waiting.
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Post by Viva on Feb 21, 2012 12:21:11 GMT -5
Alright, sent guys. Sorry =\
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Feb 21, 2012 12:49:05 GMT -5
NP Viva, I shall work getting this finished asap
**Edit
Just finishing up with some commentary and waiting on a PM response from The Sam about something and it shall then be sent in.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 21, 2012 17:09:01 GMT -5
Received MWC/Alexander.
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Feb 21, 2012 17:17:39 GMT -5
Just thought of something: since the PPV is supposed to be animated or partially so, maybe our theme song should have a music video that is animated or partially so.
Like "Black Rain" by Soundgarden or "Take Back The Fear" by Hail The Villain.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 21, 2012 17:38:34 GMT -5
Just thought of something: since the PPV is supposed to be animated or partially so, maybe our theme song should have a music video that is animated or partially so. Like "Black Rain" by Soundgarden or "Take Back The Fear" by Hail The Villain. Hm... Not a bad idea to figure out the APPV theme ahead of time. Since we don't have Seth Drakin around to conduct the vote, would you like to do the honors? Please post links (if possible) for everyone to sample songs. That goes for you and anyone who tosses suggestions in the meantime.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Feb 21, 2012 17:51:08 GMT -5
Muppet Babies theme song
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Post by Jeremy Dupoe on Feb 21, 2012 18:14:08 GMT -5
"Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me" by U2
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Post by Viva on Feb 21, 2012 18:20:35 GMT -5
my pick is taco salad by the flagons of ale.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Feb 21, 2012 19:34:05 GMT -5
Was hoping to have a response from The Sam but I'll submit what I have here in just a bit. Just have a few last minute changes for commentary and it shall then be sent to your PM box BRB.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 21, 2012 20:22:42 GMT -5
I'm surprised no one has suggested anything by Gorillaz or Dethklok yet. I'm not a fan of either, but I'm surprised.
Here is one suggestion though:
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Feb 21, 2012 20:27:22 GMT -5
"Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me" by U2 I have to say, I loved that on the Batman Forever Soundtrack. First CD I ever bought. >_> EDIT** The Sam, if you are still out there, there is one last question I just wanted to check with you on. It's in your PM inbox. EDIT#2*** Match should now be in your inbox BRB.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 21, 2012 22:58:05 GMT -5
"Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me" by U2 I have to say, I loved that on the Batman Forever Soundtrack. First CD I ever bought. >_> EDIT** The Sam, if you are still out there, there is one last question I just wanted to check with you on. It's in your PM inbox. EDIT#2*** Match should now be in your inbox BRB. Received. I should post the show tonight. *rolls up sleeves and gets to work*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 22, 2012 0:45:12 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]NITERAW[/glow] TH: Welcome everyone to another exciting edition of Niteraw! I’m “Gorilla” Tim Hoss and this is Jesse King as always.JK: As always indeed, Gorilla. Man, I can’t believe what happened last week. We throw a memorial for Aaron Enigma and he doesn’t have the decency to be dead!TH: Yes indeed. Good news swept the WWCF Galaxy last week as Evil M returned all of a sudden to cash his Money in the Bank title shot on the dead Inter-Forums Champion-JK: You mean ex-Inter-Forums champion.TH: But even with The Sam ready to referee the match, Aaron Enigma was a step ahead of them as it was an empty casket the whole time!JK: Tasteless I tells ya. Tasteless.TH: More importantly, where is he? Where in the world is Aaron Enigma?JK: I don’t know, but the Majority Shareholder’s identity remains a secret, failed murder hit or not.TH: We’ll keep you updated as news comes in, WWCF Galaxy, but we have loads of action tonight.JK: For one, we have Whitey Fats taking on the sinister Jeremy Dupoe for a shot at the TV Title. Can Whitey take him on without being attacked by that creepy masked man with the nursery rhymes?TH: We’ll find out tonight. We also have Jonathan Michaels taking on the Smokin’ Vokoun, B.A. Brian Alexander against Marshall Wesley Coventry, and of course the TV Title match, as El Hombre de Jazz keeps the streak going as he takes on the King of All Media, Doctor Demento!JK: Well, the Great Warrior also takes on the Great Warrior, who can’t be all that healthy from the ipecac last week.TH: That’s what it was?JK: Can’t say I envy the man, savage or not.*Wake up by Rage Against The Machine sounds out throughout the arena as the WWCF Champion, Frank Castle, appears at the top of the stage. He slowly makes his way down the aisle and enters the ring, mic in hand, as the crowd boos.* Frank Castle: Si vis pacem, para bellum. Si vis pacem, para bellum. Any of you know what that means? Thought not. It’s Latin. It’s the first thing I learned in boot camp. It means “If you want peace, prepare for war.” Ryan Blood has been questioning my methods. He says I’m uncontrollable. And he wants to know why I’m treating the Majority Shareholder’s henchmen like animals? It’s because they are Ryan. It’s because the only way this company will rid itself of this person is through fear. We have to make him scared of us. We have to make him so terrified that if he thinks of sending his men to lay hands on ANY of us, then it will be met with swift and irrevocable punishment. You might not like that idea, but the reality is that you, me, Jonathan Michaels and all your little friends, are at risk from this man and his stooges. If you want to sit by and wait for them to cave your head in, then fine, but I’m not going to change, and I’m not going to apologise for permanently crippling any scum he sends my way. You’re obviously more concerned on getting your hands on this title, which is a respectable aim, but a short term plan that will benefit no one other than yourself. Given the Equalizers’ philosophy, I can’t say I’m surprised….*"Virus" hits and Ryan Blood walks out with a mic, shaking his head* RB: Tell me something Frank, do you ever understand anything, or have you always lived in your own little world where you see your own little versions of people and hear your own little interpretations of what they said?
You just wasted everybody's time talking about "Oh, Ryan's such a pussy and he doesn't understand WARFARE and he hates what I do to these people who totally deserve it and what I'm doing is necessary to defeat the Majority Shareholder and...*Blood's head suddenly goes limp and drops onto his chest, as his eyes close and he makes snoring sounds into the mic. After several seconds of that, he "wakes up" with a start and resumes talking* RB: Try to f***ing follow me here, Frankie. I wasn't saying that I was horrified at your methods so much as I was saying that you're boring and ineffective and that you don't impress anybody.
First, the boring part. Seeing you beat up a bunch of guys once? Maybe that was a little bit entertaining. Seeing you beat up a bunch of guys twice? It was already starting to wear thin. By now, any time the WWCF shows a segment where you beat up another bunch of guys it is ratings DEATH!
It's old, Frank, and it's not impressive that you're able to defeat group after group of weaklings.
Now you may say "I'm not trying to impress anybody, I'm fighting for my life!"
Well, forgive me for being skeptical about that; see, I find it really strange that out of all the people on this roster, only you ever seem to get attacked by hordes of easily-dispatched goons. Why is that, anyway?
It wouldn't surprise me if you arranged for them to attack you just to make yourself look like a tough guy. Oh, I don't doubt that they're really trying to kill you and s***, Frankie, or that you really do mutilate them afterwards, but I think that every single time one of these fights takes place you know when it's coming and you know that all of the guys "your enemies" hired are a collection of pathetic wannabe-mercs. I mean c'mon; why the hell do you beat up those guys so easily and then when you have a match here in the WWCF in that ring it takes you a lot longer to win that fight...if you even win at all?
So that's why you're boring, and that's why you're unimpressive, and now we'll get to why you're ineffective.
You're ineffective because even if I give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that all of those guys really are being sent by the Majority Shareholder, he obviously doesn't give a s*** about them. You think you're sending a message to this guy? You're not sending a message. You're not scaring him. All you're doing is playing with the small fish when there's a big f***ing shark swimming around that you've done nothing about.
And as for what you do to these small fish? Well, that's part of the reason I hate you, Frankie. Oh, some people might say that I've got a history of being just like you, because of the time I forced a guy to set himself on fire. But that guy was one of Seth Drakin's bodyguards, and since Seth was coming after me it made sense to do something about his backup. Some people might say that I'm a hypocrite because of the time I broke Hideo Nakatomi's fingers. Well, I did that because it helped me and my tag team partner win a match...plus Hideo was an asshole and it's fun to do things like that to assholes.
In other words, Frank: when I do something really horrible to someone, it's always been a means to an end, and I stop after a certain point. You? You just do horrible s*** to people for the hell of it, whether it accomplishes anything or not. Plus, just like Hideo Nakatomi, you're an asshole...and if I can do the same thing to you that I did to him....or if I can do worse...heh heh heh...I'm gonna enjoy that...SO much...
And now I yield the remainder of my time to a man who has agreed to be my tag team partner next week, a man you don't believe deserves a shot at that World Heavyweight Championship you're keeping warm...WHITEY FATS!*No Love - Eminem and Lil Wayne *He walks out of the backstage area, without Cynnamon.* *He stands, as Whitey chants start, quickly becoming deafening.* Can you hear them? The people know their own. They know I am just like them, grew up poor, worked for everything I've got, shed blood, sweat, and plenty of tears. They also know that I am the true World Heavyweight Champion.*WHITEY WHITEY WHITEY chants grow louder.* So what I am gonna do, is whip both of y'alls asses up and down the f***ing arena, like I have already done to you, Frank. *Points with his pimp cane*
I never miss. I'll see y'all next week, and whip that ass.FC: Like I’m scared of you two. I’ve seen bigger sperm. So this is the best you could do Ryan? A washed up Godfather impersonator with a girlfriend who puts it about so much she has an open and closed sign hanging over her crotch? Fortunately, I know someone who can wipe the floor with both of you on his own.*Viva is heard... singing... from a microphone backstage.* ViVA: So, is this what you call a getaway? Well, tell me what you've got away with, 'cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish, I've seen more guts in eleven year old kids. Have another drink and drive yourselves home, I hope there's ice on all the roads, and you can think of me when you forget your seatbelts, and again when your heads smash through the windshields.*No World For Tomorrow slams through the Awesometron as the lights dim and fade red. Out walks Vincent Van Agony, talking as he walks to the ring.* ViVA: Those sentiments must be echoed from my dear friend, the WWCF World Heavyweight Champion, Franklin Delano Castle! Let's give it up for the Champion!*ViVA pauses for applause.* ViVA: Don't worry, I'll f***ing wait. You applaud greatness when it stands before you.*ViVA continues waiting.* ViVA: Alright, f*** this, I don't have all day. You pathetic people, can't you see that you're being graced by the presence of both the f***ing Awesome Champion, and the WWCF Heavyweight Champion of the world?! What more do you want from us? We dethroned Ryan Blood and Jonathan Michaels a couple of weeks ago. We do you ingrates the SERVICE of a lifetime, and you want to sit here and act like we're not good enough for you?
Well, that's a f***ing laugh riot. We're the top two f***ing performers in this company, and that's without a doubt. That goes without f***ing saying. And my buddy, here, my pal Franklin, he had trouble finding a god damn tag partner for next week. Can you believe that s***? The WWCF World Heavyweight Champion can't find a partner to pound a couple of scrubs into a f***ing bloody heap? What kind of world are we living in? Where I come from, you jump at the opportunity to make a name for yourself in this business. Frankly, no pun intended, I can't see a better god damn way to make yourself known than to team with the WWCF Champion and beat up a couple of wanna be contenders.
...But I guess that's why ViVA Inc. continues to reign supreme while people like Ryan Blood talk about how they're going to dismantle us, week in, week out. What do we do? We show our hands in the ring. We push all in every god damn time that bell rings, and it shows. Ryan, Gus, Jonathan. They all talk. I think I've made it God Damn near crystal clear at this point, fellas: if you're going to talk, you better show your ass in that ring. And I mean leave it all behind. I'm sick and tired of these empty threats, these silly games. When I open my mouth, you'd all be god damn hard pressed to suggest that I do anything other than back it up to the fullest.
These fans, they don't have to respect me. They aren't the ones who have to face me in this ring. My colleagues, my associates, and even my subordinates? They better show me the f***ing respect I deserve. No, f*** that. I've deserved respect since I stepped foot in this cheeseball organization. You better show me the respect I've f***ing earned. Shaelin learned the hard way, but I'm not all pins and needles. I don't take the hard line with everyone. I'm a nice guy. Play to my kindness, and you'll be rewarded. Talking like you're better than me, speaking like you're above me, that's going to get you one of two things: A bedtime story, or a long kiss goodnight. Either way, guys, the finest athlete ever to grace the WWCF is going to put you to sleep.
Ryan, Whitney - yes, Whitney - tread lightly. Gus is still in a corner somewhere, crying over the pain I've put him through. Truth be told, I like the both of you. I really do. I wish Whitney would get his head out of his ass and come back where he belongs, in ViVA Inc. But he seems to want to try and win over these idiot fans, and well, I won't stop him, but remember this Whitney, when you left, you were World Champion, but now, your former corporation, has the World Title, the Freakin‘ Awesome Title - that‘s mine, by the way - and the Tag Team Championships. You left your corporation in a rotten state. Me? I‘ve turned this business into a success. You‘d be better off here. Blood, you're a fighter, and you've largely stayed out of my way. Sure, you enabled Colt to beat the f***ing tar out of me, but let's face it, you're a different guy now. People make mistakes. You're forgiven.
Let's have ourselves some fun next week. There's no need to make this personal.FC: We’ll see you two next week. It’s gonna be fun…TH: You saw it right here, folks. Next week it’s the King of Wrestlecrap, Ryan Blood, and the Handsome One, Whitey Fats, taking on the WWCF Champion, “The Punisher” Frank Castle, and the Freakin’ Awesome Champion and WWCF Commissioner Vincent Van Agony.JK: I’m pumped for next week already, and we haven’t even gotten to the first match of tonight.TH: Well then let’s get to it, King…
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 22, 2012 0:45:45 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]"The Brainbuster' Jason Allen versus The Great Warrior[/glow] TH: Here we are with our first match of the evening folks. "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen versus The Great Warrior. JK: Heh. Given what's been happening with The Brainbuster lately I wonder if we'll have any more intereference. The guy can't win on his own. Seriously. MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first...*"Indestructible" by Disturbed* MM: Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing in at 245 Lbs. "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen!TH: Jason Allen has time and again shown incredible fortitude and even with things that have occured lately he has held his head up high. He is a former television champion regardless of the circumstances surrounding it. JK: Former being the word to have some emphasis on Hoss. Former.*The opening siren to "Indestructible" plays, alerting the crowd before Jason Allen walks onstage as the guitars kick in. He looks dead ahead at the ring, allowing himself a brief smirk before he walks down. He slides in under the bottom rope and hops to his feet, letting the ref check him before moving calmly to his corner and awaiting his opponent.* MM: And his opponent, hailing from the Deepest, Darkest, Deadliest parts of Parts Unknown and weighing in at 229 Lbs. The Great Warrior!JK: And here comes our co-general manager slash commissioner spokesman for the Majority Shareholder. I have to say he's certainly worked his way up from such humble beginnings.TH: Is someone running a vacuum? I could swear I heard the sound of something that creates a wind vortex.JK: Har har de har har, Hoss. At least I know when to recognize our management.*The Sam comes out first before turning around to see The Great Warrior isn't following him. The Sam runs back and drags The Great Warrior out. Warrior snarls at the fans before entering the ring and eyes Jason Allen as the ref checks him over.* *Referee Lloyd McFloyd calls for the bell and both men start to circle the ring. Warrior initially lunging at Jason Allen who slides a bit to avoid an attempted leg take down. Warrior rises back up and meets Jason and the two men lockup. Jockeying a bit, Allen quickly locks in a side headlock.* TH: And here go folks! Jason with the quick start here in the initial seconds of this match.JK: Yaaaaawn.*Warrior struggles as Jason grinds the headlock in, The Sam slapping the mat from ringside, shouting instructions to Warrior who gives a hard forearm shot to Jason's side, then another. Jason loosens his grip and Warrior shoves himself out of the headlock. Jason uses the shove to head for the ropes, rebounding off only to be met with a spear.* JK: Ouch! Now that is some turn aroundTH: I have to say King, you might be right. That was a tremendous spear from The Great Warrior. Seems to have knocked the wind out of The Brainbuster in these early goings. We'll have to see if he can get the wind back into him.*Warrior gets on top of Jason, raining punches down as McFloyd starts to admonish the man for the closed fists, finally starting a five count . Stopping at four, The Sam claps approvingly as he looks to the crowd. Warrior starts to stand, getting a hand onto Jason's head to pull the man to his feet.* TH: What's he doing King?JK: Whatever it is it doesn't look like it's going to be pretty!*Latching on with both hands, Warrior does a quick two step and pulls on Jason's head and short hair and tosses him. Jason lands with a thud in the opposing corner, dazed as Warrior raises his arms and snarls at the crowd. The Sam giving another approving clap before motioning for Warrior to continue.* JK: Oh my god! My plugs are hurting from that one!TH: A little more information then I was expecting there King but I have to concur. That looked mighty painful.*As Warrior nears, Jason gets a foot under himself and sends out a hard shot to Warriors gut. Doubling over momentarily, Jason comes back with a right, then a left, followed by another right and then two more lefts before hauling back and hitting a right hook that levels Warrior, sending him to the mat.* TH: Dear lord what a set of shots there. Jason Allen appearing to be trying to mount a comeback but he's certainly taken some brutal early hits.JK: Well he's not called The Great Warrior for nothing!*Warrior rubs the spots where he was punched but looks angry, getting up quickly as The Sam yells at Jason Allen from outside also getting after the referee for not admonishing Allen for the closed fists.* JK: The Sam has a right to protest! Where was the count there McFloyd!TH: Considering the speed in which Jason Allen threw those punches I seriously doubt that the ref could have reached two.JK: Okay Mills Lane. Let me just say if he bites his ear though I'm putting in a formal protest. In writing. *As Warrior gets to his feet, Jason quickly grabs hold of his wrist, twisting around to give him an armwringer. Holding on, Jason twists slowly, working to arm over and prepares to get Warrior up for a takedown but The Sam can be seen climbing onto the apron. As he does, Lloyd McFloyd starts to tell The Sam to get down. The distraction catches Jason's attention as well and taking advantage, Warrior moves his free hand to poke into Jason's eye.* TH: And what about that King? Warrior certainly trying for a shortcut there wouldn't you say?JK: Sorry what was that? My contact lens had shifted.TH: *Audible Groan**Now writhing on the mat, McFloyd looks back then notes The Sam hop off the apron as Warrior moves over his downed opponent and giving a swift couple of stomps before moving to hoist him back up and whip him into a corner.* TH: Allen certainly in some trouble here. I'm not sure I can watch what The Great Warrior has planned. I have to admit, he's almost seeming on the verge of-JK: Shh! Don't jinx it Hoss!*Moving to the opposing corner, Warrior holds up his arm before charging in and leaping. As he is in the air however, Jason moves out of the way, causing Warrior to splash down onto the corner hard, his head hitting off of the ringpost.* JK: What?! NO! Oh my god where is occupational health and safety!TH: Sadly a risk of the job I believe King. The Brainbuster looking to perhaps finish things off now!*Dazed, Warrior stumbles out of the corner to be met with a swift boot to the gut as Jason hooks him up and hits a spike brainbuster. Hooking the leg, Jason goes for the pin. TH: Namesake from Jason Allen! He's going for the pin it could be all over! 1! 2! 3! MM: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen! *Lloyd McFloyd holds up Jason's arm as he starts to celebrate, however the celebration is short lived as a few moments later an arm moves to give him a low blow from behind. Allen doubles over, holding his mid-section as The Great Warrior huffs and stands over him yelling before yelling to The Sam and pointing at the timekeepers table. Putting the boots to Jason, The Sam starts to make his way over. TH: What is blazes! Somebody get some more officials out here!JK: Another occupational hazard I think Gorilla. Must have been something The Brainbuster said to him. Haha!*The Great Warrior continues putting the boots to Jason. The Sam meanwhile gets to the table, pausing briefly to mock him as the crowd boos. A moment later, the crowd's reaction changes as a hooded figure runs down the entry ramp, sliding quickly under the bottom rope and stalks The Great Warrior. The Sam, sensing the entry of someone behind him turns, only to witness the man plant The Great Warrior with a Standing Moonsault Side Slam.* JK: Oh my god look what he did! The Majority Shareholder is going to hear about this for sure!TH: There's only one man I know who can hit that though and I have a feeling he has his reasons. *The man pulls back his hood to reveal himself to be Connor Mackenzie who lets out a loud yell before giving a few steps of chase as Warrior manages to get dragged out by The Sam, The Great Warrior holds his head and neck as The Sam begins backpeddling up the ramp while looking at Connor Mackenzie as he helps Jason Allen to his feet.* *Motioning for a mic, Connor accepts one that is slid into him and moves to the ropes closest to the entry ramp, addressing The Sam and The Great Warrior.* CM: Before the two of you go to lick your wounds or whatever it is you do. I've got a message for you, your other lackeys and your boss! *In pain, The Great Warrior points a finger at Connor Mackenzie while The Sam shouts in the direction of the ring.* CM: You tell them all that I'm through being a target. I'm through being a punching bag and I'm through with all of you. You see, I came to the WWCF almost one year ago now. I've had my ups and downs but lately this company has started to see a shift and not for the better.
This company was built on a foundation of hard working, talented and charismatic individuals who week after week, month after month tested themselves and their craft. Those individuals would be sick to see what the WWCF has become. So starting now, I'm going to be the anti-biotic. I'm going to clean out the infection that is the majority shareholder and his ilk. This company, this franchise, is my home, my life and my dream and I'm not going to let it crumble before the eyes of every single member of the WWCF Galaxy. So you tell the majority shareholder that he's going to have one more thing to worry about because I'm announcing right now that I am going to enter into the tag team match at the WWCF Animated and I'm going to compete to get a chance for the number one contendership of the TV title. *The Sam pauses, pointing at Connor and laughing until Connor speaks once again* CM: In case you don't realize and the people here don't realize but the holder of the television title can earn a shot at the WWCF championship with enough title defenses. *The Sam's face sours as the crowd starts to understand Connor's reasoning.* CM: People say it can't be done. People say it won't be done. I'm saying IT WILL BE DONE. This company gave me the chance that no one else would. This company allowed me to be a Champion of Honor. Allowed me to compete in front of all of these people and allowed me to make my name here. And here I intend to stay. Here I intend to start the next chapter and become the Television Champion, and then, the WWCF Heavyweight Champion. *The Sam looks on angrilly, shouting out "It can't be done!"* CM: You say it can't be done? You say that I can't become WWCF Champion? I've come into this company and earned everything I have now. I've gone toe to toe with three former world champions and have wins against all of them. Anything can be done if you have the heart to see it through. The determination to make it happen. So come the next pay per view. I'm going to be in that match...and if anyone deserves to be in my corner and get a chance to try and go after the Inter-Forum title, it's "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen! *The crowd pops as Jason blinks, a bit surprised but moves to Connor Mackenzie who turns to him and offers a hand.* CM: What do you say BB? *Jason looks out at the crowd who continue to cheer before moving to shake Connor's hand and talks into the mic.* JA: Connor...it would be my pleasure. No, more than that. It would be my honor. You're one of the best this company has ever seen, and if you want me to be your partner at the Animated PPV in your quest for a Television Title shot...well, I can't say it wouldn't be awesome to be the first two-time Television Champion in WWCF history, but hell. If you're offering, I'm accepting. Let's tear that house down!TH: What an incredible turn of events, King! Connor Mackenzie making an alliance with “the Brainbuster” Jason Allen to take the fight to the Majority Shareholder!JK: Do you really think they can take him on when they don’t even know who he is? TH: Surely Aaron Enigma will show up and help them out. JK: Surely nothing. They will get in way over their heads and do what Aaron Enigma didn’t: die. *Suddenly, the lights go out.....and words start coming on the Craptron.* TH: What the? 10 Little Wrestlers look to shine One misses out and then there were nine
9 Little Wrestlers picking up a crate One hurt his back and then there were eight
8 Little Wrestlers counting to eleven One lost his voice and then there were seven
7 Little Wrestlers looking for a fix One got sick and then there were six
6 Little Wrestlers want to drive One crashes and then there were five
5 Little Wrestlers going on tour One hurt his leg and then there were four
4 Little Wrestlers climb up a tree One falls off and then there were three
3 Little Wrestlers making a brew One is blinded and then there were two
2 Little Wrestlers not having any fun One hurt their head and then there was one
1 Little Wrestler sees the game is done I reveal myself and then there were none *Suddenly, a picture is shown of Aaron Enigma beaten down backstage two weeks ago, then pictures of The Punisher and Jonathan Michaels after the assaults on them from Lord of the Ring, and finally showing a glass next to a bottle of poison.* Four have fallen.....Six To Go......One More Will Fall Tonight*The lights come back on as the camera cuts to commercials…*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 22, 2012 0:46:29 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]Jeremy Dupoe versus Whitey Fats[/glow] TH: Up next we have Whitey Fats facing off against Jeremy Dupoe. These two have been going back and forth all week and now it is time to settle this dispute.JK: To sweeten the deal, Gorilla, the winner gets a shot at the TV title. That's gotta make these guys fight a little harder than normal. Still I think Dupoe has the edge in this fight. In fact, we have this footage recorded earlier today…TH: Chilling footage there, King, but I think experience-wise you have to give the edge to Whitey. He's one hell of a competitor. JK: True, Tim, but you also can't just use that a factor. I think Dupoe is smarter than Whitey, and that could be the x-factor. TH: Well either way this match is about to start so let's get to it!MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with the winner receiving a title match for the WWCF Television Title!That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die.*The Grand Cathedral-Serious Sam Second Encounter Soundtrack* MM: Introducing first, weighting at 230 pounds, from Arkham, Massachusetts, Jeremy Dupoe!*Pyro strikes the stage. Dupoe rises through a hole thats bellowing fog. He arrives reading a book, when he gets to the top of the stage he slams the book shut with one hand and start walking to ring with the book in hand shooting disgusted looks at the crowd.he sneaks one last at the book before setting it by the book by the turnbuckle and climbing the stairs going he enters the ring through the ropes removes his robe gets on the turnbuckle and shakes his head disapprovingly at the crowd* JK: And there is Jeremy Dupoe, Gorilla. Once a proud member of Viva Inc, he seems to have gone into business for himself as of late. TH: Well maybe he just decided it would be better for him to not associate with that horrible man and his crazed ideals.JK: You use the word crazy to describe anybody but Dupoe? That's crazy, Tim. *No Love - Eminem feat. Lil Wayne* MM: And his opponent, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Starke, Florida, "Handsome" Whitey Fats!*Whitey walks out with a mahogany pimp cane, fireworks when he poses holding his pimp cane over his head, with his valet, Cynnamon, clapping. When they get in the ring, Cynnamon hangs off of Whitey, while five burst of pyro shoot out of the ringposts.* JK: Well look who it is, that sorry excuse, Whitey. He left the best thing in Viva Inc and look at him now, scrounging for title matches.TH: Now hold on just a minute, King. Whitey made a good decision to leave that corrupt group. He didn't want to be associated with those guys.JK: You mean winners, Tim? Whitey should crawl back to Viva and beg for him to take him back.TH: Regardless, this match should be a good one.*Whitey and Dupoe have a short staring contest in the ring before they lock out. Dupoe twists around into a side headlock. Whitey easily pushes him off and grabs Dupoe from behind. Whitey attempts a German suplex but Dupoe flips through it.* TH: Pretty even match to begin with don't you think, King?JK: Dupoe is just feeling Whitey out. I think this is an easy contest. Washed-up hasbeen vs. smartest man in the company!TH: I think a certain detective would disagree with you. JK: Really? Aaron smarter than Dupoe? I think Aaron's just brainwashed you like the rest of the people, Gorilla. I know I wasn't fooled by it.*Dupoe smirks at Whitey and the two lock up again. Dupoe sweeps Whitey's leg and goes for a pin but Whitey kicks out quickly. Dupoe attempts to charge him but Whitey ducks out of the way. Whitey nails Dupoe with a clothesline and then quickly picks him up for a suplex. Whitey goes for a pin but Dupoe kicks out.* TH: This match almost ended quick didn't it? JK: Dupoe would not have let it end that quickly. He is toying with Whitey. *Whitey moves to pick Dupoe up but is met with a punch in the stomach. Dupoe is quick to get up and nails Whitey with a big right hand. Whitey stumbles into the corner and Dupoe goes after him, hitting a few elbows to the face. He backs up and charges but Whitey gets a boot up and knocks him down. Whitey lays into Dupoe with a vicious assault of stomps as the crowd cheers after each one. Whitey stops and goes for a pin but Dupoe gets his shoulder up just in time.* JK: Dupoe! Don't let this joker get you like this!TH: You know some of us don't show the blatant favoritism that you do, King. Whitey is a strong competitor. He never lost the title you know. JK: Really, then why is Punisher the champion right now? I seem to remember Whitey giving the title up. *Whitey lifts up Dupoe, who is still dazed from the stomps. Whitey attempts a German suplex, but Dupoe flips through it again. Whitey turns around and gets kicked in the stomach and dropped by a quick DDT from Dupoe.* JK: Dupoe with a great counter but now both competitors are down. Dupoe you gotta get up first!TH: Whoever can get up first will definitely have the momentum in this fight. JK: C'mon Dupoe, you can do it!TH: Stow it, cheerleader and just watch for a minute would ya?*Dupoe staggers to his feet first but Whitey gets up right after. The two meet in the middle and trade punches until Whitey gets the better of Dupoe. Dupoe bounces off the ropes but Whitey ducks under a clothesline then hits one of his own. Whitey lifts up Dupoe and finally hits a German suplex. He goes for a pin but Dupoe barely kicks out.* TH: That was a close pin for Whitey. Dupoe barely got his shoulder up.JK: You need to get up Dupoe! You can't let him win like that!*Whitey looks frustrated as he lifts up Dupoe. He throws him into the corner and charges him, but Dupoe gets a boot up and Whitey is sent sprawling back. Dupoe runs at him and hits a big knee to Whitey's forehead. Dupoe lifts him up and drops Whitey with a brainbuster. Dupoe goes for a cover, but Whitey just barely kicks out! Dupoe seems angry and goes for another pin, but Whitey kicks out again.* JK: C'mon ref! That was three. Clearly this ref is playing favorites!TH: Somebody is playing favorites but it isn't you, Killjoy.JK: Oh please, Gorilla. They are just holding Dupoe back. WWCF needs to realize how amazing this man is. TH: While Dupoe is good, you can't discount Whitey.*Dupoe goes for a choke on Whitey. The ref tries to pull him off but Whitey pushes Dupoe off of him, knocking him into the ref. Dupoe looks and notices the referee is down and smirks. He goes to his corner and grabs his book, intent on giving Whitey a little reading material. Whitey gets to his feet and Dupoe charges him. Dupoe swings with the book but Whitey ducks under him. Dupoe turns around and he is met with a vicious right hand from Whitey. Dupoe spins from the impact and Whitey picks him up and drops him with a Southern Discomfort. Whitey goes for the pin and the ref drags himself over and counts. 1.....2.....3!* MM: Your winner, and the number one contender for the WWCF TV title..."Handsome" Whitey Fats!JK: This whole match was a sham! That ref wanted Whitey to win!TH: That's it! Shut your trap, King. Dupoe tried to cheat by using that book as a weapon and he paid the price. Even Dupoe can't escape karma.*Whitey stands up as Cynnamon enters the ring. The two kiss and she gives him a hug while the crowd cheers for Whitey.* TH: Do you think he can win next week, Jesse?JK: No and dammit he shouldn't have won this week, Gorilla. Dupoe should be the contender and you know it. TH: Calm down, we don't know it. Whitey proved that he can still dance with the best of them in the square...what the hell is this?*Whitey and Cynnamon are celebrating to the crowd when a masked man appears behind them and clotheslines the unsuspected lovers. The masked man grabs Cynnamon by the hair and drags her away from Whitey leaving the tired former world champion alone.* TH: Whitey is all alone in the ring and the masked man is just reigning down punches and kicks. Just stay down Whitey!*As the masked man continues to whale away at Whitey, Cynnamon slowly gets behind and jumps on the attacker. The masked man throws off Cynnamon. Cynnamon goes to run at the masked foe but gets a sickening lariat for her troubles* JK: This sick bastard just knocked seven bells out of this woman! What kind of man does he think he is?TH: I have no idea, but Whitey is definitely in a world of trouble here. Wait a second, he's taking off the mask!*The masked man tugs on the mask, but Whitey spears him before he fully gets it off. The southern brawler starts throwing fists on the fallen attacker, but a thumb to the eye stops him. Both men get up, the masked man first who runs towards the ropes and connects with a spinning elbow that rocks Whitey. The masked man kneels on the chest of Whitey and rips off the mask to show...* TH: HOLY SHIT IT'S SQUARE! SECURITY GET DOWN HERE NOW!*Square punches Whitey one last time before running out the ring and towards the announcers desk, he snatches the headset off King and stands on the table as security runs down the ramp* Square: F*** WWCF, F*** THIS COMPANY UP THE ASS. F** WHITEY, F*** VIVA, F***...*Two security guards drag Square off the announcers table but both get laid out by the British brawler. Square runs and jumps onto the security guards wildly throwing punches as the mass of guards try and subdue the former tag team champion. After a struggle the numbers game wins as the guards have Square on the floor and handcuff him* TH: Ladies and gentlemen we apologize that you had to see that, this was not meant to happen and we are sorry that you had to see that scum of a man again. We are going to take a commercial break to sort of this problem and to sort out King's mic. Once again we are terribly sorry.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 22, 2012 0:47:36 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]B.A. "Bad Attitude" Brian Alexander versus Marshall Wesley Coventry[/glow] TH: Welcome back WWCF Galaxy. If you’re just tuning in, Whitey Fats defeated Jeremy Dupoe to earn a TV Title shot, but the celebration was cut short as the masked man, who we now know was actually Square in disguise…JK: Can’t say I saw that one coming, Hoss.TH: You and me both, King. Square has been escorted from the arena by Parts Unknown Security, and Whitey Fats is backstage being attended to by paramedics.JK: Why is Square assaulting Whitey so viciously? And what’s up with all the nursery rhymes?TH: Only time will tell, but as WWCF brass would tell us, the show must go on, and up next is an exhibition bout between B.A. “Bad Attitude” Brian Alexander and the enigmatic Marshall Wesley Coventry.JK: This will be the Brian Alexander’s first match in the ring since… I don’t know… But he will stomp all over Gus Richlen tonight, you just watch!MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!*"White Washed" is the first thing to hit as Nurse Mary Harper and a host of hospital orderlies move a straitjacketed Marshall Wesley Coventry to the ring. The look in his eyes.... Well, there's actually nothing there.* MM: Introducing first, being accompanied by Nurse Mary Harper, from Ward Six of the Northwoods State Mental Hospital, weighing in at 229 pounds, Marshall Wesley Coventry!TH: Coventry has shown that he has a capability for brutality that we have seldom seen, and after his remarks from last week, I believe-JK: What you need to start to believe is that Gus Richlen is continuing his lame attempts to make everyone believe he's someone else! This is so bad it's laughable!TH: Damnit, King, Coventry and Richlen are not the same person! Richlen hasn't even been seen or heard from for the past couple of weeks!JK: Of course he has! He's standing right there in the ring!*As Coventry directs an ice cold stare towards the ramp, "Kashmir" hits as Brian Alexander steps onto the ramp. There is a more serious demeanor to B.A. than is the norm, possibly influenced by the glare from the ring, a glare that suggest a silent inclination towards uninhibited violence.* MM: And his opponent, from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 250 pounds, B.A. Brian Alexander!TH: Alexander will be facing Doctor Demento at the Animated PPV in a battle of East vs. West, but right now he has the dangerous Coventry to worry about.JK: What is it going to take to get you to realize that that is Gus Richlen in disguise in that ring?! You're sounding more ridiculous by the minute!*Lloyd McFloyd calls for the bell, then gets out of the way as Alexander strikes first, chopping away at Coventry before decking him with a European uppercut. Then he starts launching in with a bunch of boxing punches and a couple of shin kicks. Normally, someone would be dazed from all of this, but there's one problem: it has had no effect on Coventry whatsoever, and when Alexander goes for a running lariat, Coventry takes the arm and hits an inverted hip toss! He then begins to stalk Alexander, and as soon as the former Champion Of Honor gets to his feet, Coventry belts him with a throat thrust before savagely leveling him with a lariat! 1! 2! Alexander kicks out, so Coventry goes to the top rope, but when he goes for a diving stomp, Alexander rolls out of the way! Coventry lands on his feet, however, and a lariat attempt only results in Alexander getting tossed into the ringpost! Coventry grabs him and tosses him in again, then as Alexander painfully extracts himself, Coventry sends him toward the corner again, but Alexander puts on the brakes, and before Coventry can react, he gets brought down with a reverse neckbreaker! Alexander starts punching the downed Coventry, trying to wear down the nightmarish powerhouse before daring to pick him up for anything. Eventually, he does hoist up the smaller (relatively speaking) Coventry and brings him back down with a pumphandle suplex! 1! Coventry gets the shoulder up, but Alexander takes the arm and then the other one and then DDTs him! 1! 2! Coventry kicks out, but Alexander has the prescence of mind to grab the kicking out leg and start trying to turn a spinning toe hold into an ankle lock! Coventry tries to power his way to the ropes, but Alexander grapevines it!* TH: Perhaps Alexander has figured out how to beat the sadistic Coventry!JK: He's not doing anything different to beat Richlen that anyone else has used to beat him! Alexander is winning simply because he's better than Richlen is!TH: DAMNIT, KING!!!! WILL YOU STOP INSISTING THAT THAT'S RICHLEN IN THE RING?!JK: Of course I won't! Just because YOU refuse to see the truth doesn't mean that I have to!*Coventry does, finally, make it to the ropes, and McFloyd forces B.A. to break the hold. Coventry is pulling himself up with the ropes and Alexander goes over to him and gets dragon whipped through the ropes and out of the ring and to the floor! B.A. and Coventry are both taking time to recover as McFloyd begins to count out B.A., but while the ref isn't looking, Coventry slips out of the ring, checks under the apron, and pulls out a tire iron! He slips back into the ring, but McFloyd spots the weapon and starts yelling at him, so he drops it and walks right into a kick to the midsection from B.A., followed by a butterfly suplex! 1! 2! Coventry kicks out again! Stumped, Alexander climbs to the top rope and goes for a moonsault, but Coventry gets the knees up, and B.A. crashes and burns! Coventry takes time to get to his feet before going for Alexander, who he scoops up, runs, and then tosses several feet away! B.A. pulls himself up with the ropes, then turns and walks into an Irish whip, and on the rebound, Coventry scoops him up and hits the Mental Lapse! 1! 2! This time it's Alexander who has to kick out and get up, but Coventry gives him a vicious shot to the temple with the point of the elbow, then grabs him by the throat with both hands and drops him with the Disorder! 1! 2! ALEXANDER KICKS OUT!!!!* TH: Coventry has been exploiting his own power game, but so far he has been unable to keep Alexander down!JK: Story of Gus Richlen's life!*Hoss looks like he is about to throttle King. In the ring, meanwhile, Coventry is waiting for Alexander to get up, and as soon as that happens, B.A. gets kicked in the midsection and Coventry goes for the Psychologica, but Alexander holds his ground and lifts him up for the Yudetomago's Revenge, only for Coventry to slip out and land on his feet! He suddenly shoves B.A. into McFloyd, who tumbles through the ropes to the floor! Nurse Harper goes to see if the ref is OK, but in the ring, Alexander heads back towards Coventry AND GETS BLASTED IN THE HEAD WITH THE TIRE IRON!!!!* TH: GOOD GOD! Alexander's skull may be cracked after that blow!JK: That tire iron got swung harder than anything I've ever seen! That was sickening to watch!*B.A. is out like a light, and Coventry has the evidence disposed of by the time McFloyd gets back in the ring to see B.A. getting covered! 1! 2! 3!* MM: Here is your winner, Marshall Wesley Coventry!TH: After what just transpired, I sincerely hope that B.A. is going to be all right. That was the most vile shot I've seen in months!JK: With a violence like that, Richlen may just destroy everyone in the WWCF!*Hoss gives up trying to argue with King as Harper worriedly checks on Alexander, who is starting to slowly come to. He's clearly going to have a massive migraine after all of this as he rolls out of the ring and slowly makes his way back up the ramp. Coventry remains disturbingly emotionless.* TH: I don’t know what Gus Richlen has been trying to keep locked up, but I think we just got a peek tonight. Brian Alexander fought hard, but he might need to train harder if he is going to face Doctor Demento at The Animated Pay Per View.JK: Blah blah blah, let’s check in on Whitey Fats…*Camera cuts to Whitey walking in a parking garage, actually using his cane for support. He has stitches, but doesn’t seem too physically rattled. His limo pulls up, and Cynnamon opens the door for him. Whitey climbs in first, Cynnamon soon after him. The limo starts to drive away, when a Humvee revs up and rams the limo, T-boning it and knocking it over. The Humvee stops. A man in a Guy Fawkes mask climbs out, and climbs onto the overturned limo to look through the windows. He turns his head to the side, gazing at his handiwork, before he flees the scene as security is heard approaching.*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Feb 22, 2012 0:49:22 GMT -5
TH: Ladies and gentlemen of the WWCF Galaxy, a potential tragedy just occurred before the commercial break. Whitey Fats, who was assaulted by Square earlier tonight, was in his limo with his girlfriend Cynnamon when it was brutally T-boned by a Humvee driven by a V For Vendetta masked man.JK: I don’t think that was Square. And now things are starting to make a little more sense.TH: Indeed, King. There are still many questions, but one of them has been answered: Square is not the man who has been randomly attacking the WWCF and leaving warnings in the form of nursery rhymes.JK: But how do we actually know that?TH: Because Square is at the Parts Unknown Jail.JK: Yeah, but he’s a rich guy last I checked. I wouldn’t be surprised if his bail was paid before his ass got too tired in that cell.TH: I don’t know who is committing these assaults, but the show must go on.JK: Hopefully we’re not next.TH: Don’t jinx us, King!JK: Right… So… TV Title match![glow=yellow,2,300]Television Championship Match Doctor Demento versus El Hombre de Jazz[/glow] TH: Right. It's a sort of rematch, really. It seems so long ago already when El Hombre de Jazz and Doctor Demento pinned "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen.JK: And if you ask me, El Hombre de Jazz got lucky when he managed to become the Undisputed Television Champion the next week.TH: Will he be so lucky tonight though? Or will the King of All Media use the wise teachings of the Gossamer to catapult him to greatness? Let's find out.JK: Michael Muffer, take it away!MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is for the Television Championship!
Introducing first: the Challenger...*Let's All Get Demented* *Doctor Demento is wheeled out on the handtruck by two orderlies, bitemask on his face as always.* TH: Here comes the so-called "King of All Media," King. What do you think of that?JK: I'm the only King in this company, Hoss.TH: What about Ryan Blood?JK: Shut it.MM: Now entering the ring from High Atop the Throne and weighing 185lbs... he is "The King of All Media," Doctor... Demento!*The orderlies haul Doctor Demento into the ring, then undo his restraints. Doctor Demento tosses his bitemask to the crowd.* JK: Now there's a thankless job: being one of Doctor Demento's orderlies. Just think, every time you release him; every time his straightjacket is removed and he tosses his bitemask to the crowd, he could attack you right there.TH: It's a risky venture, but fortunately the Majority Shareholder probably pays them well to keep one of his lackeys attended.MM: And his opponent...*Irakere - Yemaya* TH: Some say that he is actually Ryan "Jazzman" Bergman, but others have compelling arguments against such.JK: He's pulling a "Gus Richlen" here. He puts a mask/beard on, and pretends to be someone else by talking differently.TH: For the last time, King: Gus Richlen and Marshall Wesley Coventry are not the same man. There are visible differences.JK: Either way, El Hombre de Jazz translates to "The Man of Jazz." IOW, he's Jazzman.TH: Did you just use internet-speak?MM: Now entering the ring from South of the Border, Mexico; weighing 87kg, he is your Television Champion: El Hombre... de... Jazz!JK: Look, just because you put on a mask, a cape, and different tights doesn't make you a different wrestler.TH: You do realize that there is a Rey Misterio, Jr and a Hijo de Rey Misterio, right?JK: And they're the same guy, right?TH: ...JK: Oh come on...TH: King. Shut up and let's call this match.JK: Fine.*EHdJ pulls a manilla envelope out and hands it to ringside attendants before removing his cape and heading for the ring.* TH: What's this? A manilla envelope?JK: Strange indeed.TH: I guess we'll find out what's in after this match, and what a match it should be. Knowing these two, we're sure to see a hell of a cruiserweight match tonight.JK: We don't have enough of those, do we?TH: Then let's enjoy it while we get it. Referee "Spud" Johnson is sure to lose his breath keeping up with these two and their acrobatic styles.DING! DING! DING! TH: And here they go!
Armdrag!
Armdrag!
Armdrag!JK: Don't fall for that again, Demento!TH: Arm dr- wait... Demento hooks the arms... DDT!JK: Now that's playing smart.TH: Demento with a kip up.
Dragon sleeper! He has Jazz with the Dragon Sleeper!JK: That's the move that won the King of Wrestlecrap this year!TH: Will it work for Dement- no. Jazz with a rope break.*EHdJ waistlocks DD from the dragon sleeper position and pulls himself upwards...* TH: Hurricanrana to Demento!JK: Yeah, but that doesn't keep him down long.TH: And here comes the Doctor with a spear!*EHdJ leapfrogs over DD, who rebounds for a flash kick.* JK: Here comes the King's Kick!TH: Jazz ducks it! Demento's on his feet!JK: Think fast, Demento!TH: Dropsault to Doctor Demento's back! Demento to the outside!JK: Look at Jazz, celebrating like he won the match already. Such arrogance.TH: Luckily for Demento, he has great recovery. Especially against an opponent his size.JK: Yeah, but Jazz still has the weight advantage.TH: And will he reenter the ring?JK: He's up on the apron. Jazz needs to give him some space.*DD leaps over the top rope, spearing EHdJ head on, taking him down.* TH: What a spear!JK: Hook the leg!
1!
2!*EHdJ kicks out.* TH: Not so easy there. He got the drop on Jazz, but Jazz can take many drops before calling it a day.*DD transitions into a headlock...* JK: But unluckily for Jazz, Demento has some mat wrestling skills.*EHdJ slips out of the headlock, twists around DD, and applies a hammerlock as they stand up. EHdJ shoves DD away.* TH: But El Hombre de Jazz must have learned something from Ryan Bergman.JK: Hopefully how to take a loss.*DD turns around to face EHdJ...* TH: Spinning heel kick!
El Hombre de Jazz makes for the ropes!
Senton to the King of All Media's midsection!*EHdJ hooks DD's leg...* JK: Kick out! Yes!TH: The Doctor with another headlock.JK: That's the name of the game right now. Doctor Demento is saving his energy by wearing down El Hombre de Jazz with a series of submission holds. He's taking a bunch of high flying moves so that El Hombre de Jazz wears himself out even more.TH: Right now he might be getting results. El Hombre de Jazz clearly is using a "blitzkrieg" style against Doctor Demento, but Demento's long game is starting to pay off.JK: This is a hell of a rematch though. Maybe Doctor Demento did learn something from the Gossamer. Never would have guessed it would lead to these kinds of results.TH: The match isn't over yet.JK: It will be soon enough. Count him, ref.*Referee Johnson lifts EHdJ's arm once and drops it.* TH: And this is how it ends?*Referee Johnson lifts EHdJ's arm again and drops it- EHdJ starts fighting back.* TH: Nope... nope... El Hombre de Jazz is still in this match, King. He's still in this match!*EHdJ elbows DD in the ribs while they stand up, but DD holds on...* JK: Not gonna happen. DD held that belt for a week, but he's here to make it last longer.*EHdJ reaches behind himself and 3/4 facelocks DD...* TH: Here it comes!
Toma Cinca!
Toma Cinca!*EHdJ hooks DD's leg...* TH: 1!
2!
Thr- No!JK: Gonna take a Toma... Seisa? I don't even know what those words are in Mexican.TH: El Hombre de Jazz almost had it this time, but Doctor Demento is sturdier than that.JK: You got that right. He 's insane and he likes to get hardcore now and then. Of course a little head trauma won't finish him.TH: It's still a battle of the short game against the long game. El Hombre de Jazz almost had it, but Doctor Demento keeps the pressure on!
A whip to the corner!JK: Spear him now, Demento!TH: Jazz over the top rope!
Doctor Demento to the ringpost!*EHdJ grabs DD's arm, pulls it over the top rope, and hops down to the outside.* JK: What was that?TH: Hombre de Jazz working the arm now. If he can't put the King of All Media away too soon, he may as well work on eliminating options.JK: He could have broken Demento's arm there.TH: I don't think Doctor Demento would have noticed for a while.*EHdJ slides back into the ring.* TH: Another armdrag to Demento!JK: That was his injured arm. Hombre de Jazz is playing dirty.TH: Putting up a cohesive assault is playing dirty?
Hombre de Jazz with a step-up hurrican- Demento catches him!
Doctor's Orders!JK: Excellent reversal!
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Thr- WHAT? Kickout?TH: If you watched closely, you can see Doctor Demento didn't have the best grasp of El Hombre de Jazz. That top rope arm breaker took its toll there and cost him a properly executed finisher.JK: On the other hand, El Hombre de Jazz is getting caught more and more. You can see the sweat building up. I bet you could heat this arena with him alone.TH: Is Hombre de Jazz beckoning to Doctor Demento?JK: I don't know, but here he comes again!
What? Another hurricanrana-
Oh no! La Mistica!TH: La Mistica! La Mistica!
Hombre de Jazz has Doctor Demento's arm!*DD taps.* JK: No!DING! DING! DING! TH: Jazz did it! This is his fifth TV Title defense! He's on fire!*Irakere - Yemaya* JK: Doctor Demento had this one! El Hombre de Jazz just needed some more Doctor's Orders!MM: Here is your winner by submission and STILL your WWCF Television Champion: El Hombre... de Jazz!*EHdJ grabs a microphone...* EHdJ: Gracias, Gracias*Catches breath* EHdJ:How about a hand for Doctor Demento, always a great competitor and a true rival!*Audience applauds politely* EHdJ: Now, onto business. you see, it's been a while since I've had un desafío here in the WWCF, and I'm ready to step up my game. So, it is with great respect for the fans, and with great respect for this title that I officially vacate El Título de la Televisión.*Audience boos at the decision* EHdJ: Ah, but you see as one door closes another door just happens to swing open.*EHdJpicks up the manilla envelope* EHdJ: You see, right here, in my hand I have a contract given to me by the board of directors here in the WWCF to take on the current Freakin' Awesome Champion, Senor Viva, at The Animated PPV!*Crowd cheers as EHdJ signs the contract* EHdJ: Viva, I understand you like to talk, well I let what I do in this ring speak for me. I assume you'll make fun of me, try to get in my head, but I'm to smart for that esse. So the man who thinks he's the best in the world, will take on the hottest young talent in the game at The Animated PPV. Yo voy a hacer un favor a todos por el cierre de la boca Viva, que se ve en 18 de marzo.*EHdJ drops the mic and heads to the back.* TH: Incredible! What a note to end his reign on by beating the man he had to face to own it by himself: Doctor Demento.JK: If El Hombre de Jazz thinks he will be so lucky against Vincent Van Agony, he has another thing coming. I still don't know what the Freakin' Awesome Title rules are, but they can't possibly benefit El Hombre de Jazz.TH: El Hombre de Jazz has come a long way, but now the Television Title is up for grabs and uncertain. Whitey Fats is the current Number One Contender, but he was assaulted by Square and this other masked mystery man.JK: Of course the viewers will have to stay tuned.TH: Yes of course. We still have action coming up on Niteraw, when Jonathan Michaels takes on the Smokin' Vokoun.
Stay tuned!
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