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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Jan 16, 2012 18:46:09 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]WWCF Presents[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]Niteraw[/glow] Gorilla Tim Hoss: Welcome WWCF Galaxy to another exciting edition of Niteraw! I'm "Gorilla" Tim Hoss and with me as always is Jesse King...Jesse King: It's good be back as always. I'm rearing to get this rolling.TH: We have lots of action coming up tonight, as the King of Wrestlecrap tournament continues with the "Digital Dragon" Connor MacKenzie taking on the Smokin' Vokoun, and Whitey Fats facing off against the Interforums Champion, Aaron Enigma!JK: And don't forget that El Hombre de Jazz and Doctor Demento will fight it out for sole possession of the Television Championship tonight!TH: That's right, King! And the WWCF World Heavyweight Champion, Jonathan Michaels, will sign the contract to face "the Punisher" Frank Castle at Lord of the Ring.JK: See, I thought that it's called King of WrestleCrap...TH: It's a new year, the tournament is still called King of WrestleCrap, but the PPV this February is Lord of the Ring.JK: Ah okay. Everybody got that?TH: Hope so, because it's time for Michael Muffer to kick things off...King of WrestleCrap Second Round Match Connor MacKenzie versus the Smokin' Vokoun[/u] Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a King of WrestleCrap Second Round match scheduled for one fall!*Iron man by Black Sabbath starts as Smokin Vokoun prowls to the ring, accompanied by Lou Thesz. He enters the ring and boos ring out as he pumps his fist to the crowd.* MM: Accompanied by Lou Thesz III, from Chicago Illinois, weighing 280lbs, Smokin’ Vokoun!*More boos echo as Smokey’s music fades out, to be replaced by the Reconfigured Theme from Tron Legacy.* MM: And his opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, weighing 225 lbs, 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. Once at the ring he slides under the bottom rope then climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Once up, he pulls back his hood and lets out a yell, the arena lighting coming back to normal. Taking 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, stretching himself out a bit before the bell. Both men square up. Vokoun goes to grab Connor, but the Digital Dragon goes low and takes hold of Vokoun’s knee and takes him to the canvas. He drops two elbows onto his opponent’s leg and tries to lock in a toehold, but Smokey powers out. Connor circles his larger opponent, aiming a couple of quick, stinging roundhouse kicks to Vokoun’s knees.* TH: Looks like Connor has a game plan in mind.JK: He’ll need one - Vokoun has been on a roll since taking on Lou Thesz as his trainer. Mackenzie is a wily competitor, but he’s no match for Vokoun.TH: There’s also the added spice of this being an Equalizer vs. a Viva Inc. guy - there’s territorial pride at stake you know..JK: I’m sure Vokoun’s terrified.*Vokoun retaliates and drives a knee into Connor’s gut, winding him. Smokey bashes the side of Connor’s head in with a big fist, knocking him to the mat. Vokoun puts the boot in, kicking Mackenzie brutally in the chest and head. He picks Connor up, and whips him off the ropes, before decking him with a big clothesline. Connor writhes on the floor as Vokoun plays to the crowd. Thesz give him his applause as Vokoun goes back to his stricken victim. He whips Connor to the ropes again, but misses with a clothesline. He tries a back hand, and misses again, and on the rebound Connor dives forward, taking out Vokoun’s left knee.* TH: The next part of Connor’s game plan falls into place!JK: Will you be quiet Hoss, it’s just a chop block, it’s not like he’s found Kryptonite or anything.*Connor drives two knees into Vokoun’s leg, making the bigger man howl in pain. He twists Vokoun’s leg around his own, again making Vokoun shout out. Not finished, Connor rolls Smokey over and puts in a half crab. He leans back deeply into the hold, and Vokoun grimaces, blowing spittle out through his mouth as he grits his teeth. Connor leans in even more, but Thesz crawls into the ring and grabs Vokoun’s outstretched arms, pulling him towards the ropes. Vokoun grabs on, and the ref just misses Thesz’s involvement. Connor breaks the hold on the count of four in frustration, then sizes up Vokoun’s leg again. Smokey rolls out of the ring and starts to hobble around ringside, betting more and more angry. Connor asks the ref how much leeway he’s planning to give his opponent when Vokoun starts to confer with Thesz again. Having seen enough, Connor slingshots himself over the top rope and onto the pair, flattening Thesz and knocking Vokoun on his backside. Vokoun struggles to get to his feet, and Connor retreats around the other side of the ring. He sprints forward and uses the ring steps as a platform to get some aerial lift for a flying forearm, but Smokey catches his with a hard uppercut as Connor flies through the air, spinning him round so he lands on his gut at ringside. * TH: Good God King, that was a Hell of a shot from Vokoun - Mackenzie was putting everything behind that leap and he nearly got his head taken off!JK: I gotta give Mackenzie credit so far Hoss, the guy has taken it to Vokoun, but he’s still got a long way to go. That knee injury he’s inflicted might help, but Vokoun can be a package of pure rage when he wants to be, and Connor Mackenzie is gonna be in big trouble when that happens.*Vokoun rolls Connor back into the ring, whips him off the ropes and hit’s a big power slam, going for a cover in the process. 1 2 Connor gets his shoulder up, still feeling the effects of Vokoun’s uppercut. Vokoun picks Connor up and then drills him into the mat with a butterfly DDT, and again goes for a cover. 1 2 But Connor kicks out again.* TH: I think Vokoun’s a little frustrated King - no way is Connor gonna lie down this early.JK: You could be right, he has to be patient Hoss, and try and wear the other man down.*Vokoun bodyslams Connor to the mat, and then drops an elbow into his stomach. He rebounds off the ropes and drops a big leg over Connor’s neck. Instead of going for the cover, he pulls The Dragon up by his hair, and cuffs him around the face a couple of times. Connor retaliates with a blow to the face, but Vokoun slugs him hard and sends him to the mat. He drags Connor up again, and tags him in the face once more. Connor this time fights back by kicking Vokoun in his bad knee. Vokoun howls as Connor takes advantage, entangling him in a small package! 1 2 But Vokoun manages to squeeze out. Connor though, holds on, and manages to entangle Vokoun again, this time flipping him over into a Sharpshooter.* TH: Again Mackenzie uses his mat background and catches the bigger man out!JK: But he’s still not managed to put Vokoun away has he? He’s had him locked into two submission holds now and Vokoun hasn’t tapped. That’s the mark of a winner!*Vokoun bellows again as Connor uses all his strength to keep the bigger man in the hold. Vokoun though, his face contorted in rage, refuses to give in. He tries to power out, but Connor leans back and hold him in.* TH: No Lou Thesz to rescue Vokoun now - this has to be it!JK: Don’t underestimate a member of Viva Inc - they have far more intestinal fortitude than you could ever know.TH: Don’t try and blind me with science King.JK: Kiss it Hoss, just because I know bigger words than you.TH: Would you like me to get The Punisher out here?JK: Don’t go to that trouble, let’s just call the match…*Vokoun still stubbornly refuses to give in. Amazingly, he powers out, pushing Connor face first into the turnbuckles. As he rolls over though, Connor manages to regain enough of his bearings to aim a jumping elbow drop at Vokoun. Connor rallies, asking the crowd to get behind him. The cheering starts as Vokoun struggles back to his feet. Connor blasts him with two big backhand chops and a standing dropkick. A groggy Smokey is ripe for the picking, and The Digital Dragon spikes him with a spinning impaler. Connor goes for the cover. 1 2 Vokoun reflexively kicks out. Connor is a little frustrated, but not done. An inverted atomic drop and a flapjack stun Vokoun further. Going back to the injured leg, a Dragon Screw Leg Whip levels Vokoun, who rolls to the outside. Lou Thesz is now up and about, tyring to clear the cobwebs, as is Vokoun. Connor this time makes his way to the top rope. And waits for Vokoun to move to the spot where he wants him.* TH: He ain’t gonna…he ain’t gonna….JK: He sure is boy. Move your ass Hoss before we get turned into Star Trek red shirts…*Connor leaps off the top turnbuckle to the outside, soaring nearly ten feet in the air to connect with a high cross body block…but Vokoun manages to spin, catching Connor and driving him through the announce table. Vokoun’s leg gives way at the same time and he howls in pain. * TH: Oh Christ King, that was an impact heard around the globe.JK: Well the Dragon got his wings clipped didn’t he? Serves him right for being so reckless.TH: I think he was trying to put Vokoun away for good, but he wasn’t banking on him having that much left.JK: Well it don’t look like he has too much left now does it?*1 2 3 4 5 The ref is counting, Connor is out. Lou Thesz tries desperately to get Vokoun to his feet, but he can’t budge his massive frame, and Vokoun can’t stand on his bad leg. The ref continues the count. 6 7 8 9 10 The ref calls for the bell as Thesz looks dejected. Vokoun is still grimacing, holding his knee, and Connor is out cold.* TH: My God, what are we gonna do - this is a qualifier for King of WrestleCrap!JK: I thought it was called Lord of the Ring?TH: I don’t care what you want!JK: Wait…what?TH: Let’s get the official wordMM: The referee has counted out both participants, therefore this match is a double countout!JK: Where’s our Majority Shareholder to solve this problem Hoss??TH: Welcome back, WWCF Galaxy. Just a few minutes ago Connor MacKenzie and the Smokin' Vokoun battled it out to a double countout. The WWCF Majority Shareholder has spoken from above, and it looks like Connor MacKenzie and the Smokin' Vokoun's fates are up in the air until the winners of the Whitey Fats/Aaron Enigma match tonight is settled as well as the Triple Threat match between Gus Richlen, Hardcore Champion Ryan Blood, and General of the Monkey Army next week. Stay tuned, WWCF Galaxy for updates.JK: This has been one wild tournament already.TH: Well it wouldn't be the WWCF if we weren't wild and crazy. And speaking of crazy, let's move onto the next match, which is an exhibition bout between the increasingly deranged Disturbance and the recently dethroned TV Champion, "the Brainbuster" Jason Allen."The Brainbuster" Jason Allen versus Disturbance[/u] JK: Michael Muffer, take it away!The following contest is scheduled for ONE fallMaking his way to the ring from Arkham, Massachusetts *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. He jumps over the bottom rope and slumps down in the corner Raven style* And his opponent from Minneapolis, Minnesota "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen*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. Will Alfonzo asks for the bell to be rung* Hoss: Disturbance and Allan lockin horns*Disturbance is overpowered and is DDTed* King: that shut the voices up didn't itHoss: there spirits King not multiple personality'sKing: does it matter? they ain't talkin now*Allen picks Disturbance up but is welcomed with a elbow the forehead and a German suplex Allen gets to his feet and proceeds to start punching Disturbance knocking him into the ropes Allen proceeds to whip him but is clotheslined for his efforts Disturbances expression changes to an evil grin* Hoss:We've seen this look from him before and it isn't a good oneKing *clearly talking to someone backstage*: yeah make sure the EMTs are on stand by hes got that look from last week*Disturbance gets ready to pummel Allen when a beam shoots upward from the side where both are* both commentators: WHAT THE HELL?!? *Disturbance gets distracted long enough to be flipped on his back and pinned 1 2 3!* MM: Here is your winner: "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen!*Gankman rolls out from under the ring brandishing a smoking Proton Pack as Agon and the third Ghostbuster with the name tag Ray Parker the 3rd walks on stage* King: Wait a damn second thats the Ghostbusters. The Ghostbusters screwed Disturbance.Hoss: The Ghostbusters may have just saved Jason Allen's life looks like Agon has I mic so shut upAgon: Now that we have your attention Disturbance we Ghostbusters still have a contract out on the three of you. Now after last weeks..ahem...venture we talked to WWCF creative. And after several talks we have decided that you cant not participate in a match as it says in article 8 subsection 3 paragraph 2 because if you do your contract will be terminated...so if DUPOE agrees, you against the three of us in an elimination match next week. *crowd goes nuts* Agon:And if any of us win we get to bust all three of you. *Disturbance slowly, as if being held back by someone makes his way over to a mic* *after about a minute he grabs a mic* Dupoe*quickly*:Iagree*Dupoe throws the mic out off the ring breaking it* Hoss: Disturbance can't believe itAgon: ha haaaa see you next week Hoss: You heard it here folks next week we could see a live Ghostbusting NEXT WEEK[/quote] *The piano intro for "Young" triggers a darkening of the lights and waterfall pyro before much larger pyro blows up as Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara walk out on the ramp and head for the ring.* Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Shaelin Marie O'Hara and the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!*Richlen and Shaelin toss their masks to the crowd before Richlen takes a mic:* For the record, if any of you are worried that Shaelin is risking her job by joining me out here, let me point out that not only is this not a match, this is not even Lord Of The Ring or whatever the new pay-per-view is going to be called, so therefore Viva has no basis to terminate her contract. And, Viva, if you try to do so under any circumstances, I have an old friend and former history teacher who also happens to be a lawyer, and I will slap you with a breach of contract lawsuit so fast you won't even realize your head is spinning.
Now, I've had to suffer through your rantings for quite some time, and after all that bluster, I feel that the best way for me to answer you would be to take it to the ring, but short of that, I'm going to speak my mind.
All you've done since I beat you is go on and on about how you're going to make me tap out at the PPV, how all of my wins have been flukes, how I supposedly can't beat you even if I were at full strength and you were worn out.
BULLs***.
It's long past time for me to tear down this flimsy little facade you have built for yourself.
First, you're a hypocrite. For weeks on end after you came back, you were whining and crying incessantly about how "the system" was holding you back, how "the old boys' club" was not letting you be a champion again, and if anyone called you out on your griping, you instantly labeled them as being part of the "establishment."
And what happens? You oh so coincidentally become the new Commisioner. Quite honestly, I'm going to go a step further and call you out on one other thing: YOU are the "Majority Shareholder." REAL slick, Vivian, REEEEEEEEEEEALLLLLLLLLLL slick. Didn't think I'd figure it out, did you? And now that YOU are the so-called "establishment," you are guilty of the same "injustices" that you complained about, Majority Shareholder Commisioner Viva.
Secondly and perhaps more important, you're a coward.
For months, you have done nothing but ridicule me incessantly and cheapshot me. You tried to cost me a match against The Great Warrior. You tried to cost me the Inter-Forum Championship at Night Of The Wrestling Zombies. You attacked me after I lost the title at In Your Apartment. You cost me a shot at YOUR Championship Of Honor. And to top it all off, you try to take the easy way out and face me after I had already gone through an unpleasant match.
But every time I wanted to face you in an honest, straight up match, you always figured out some way to prevent it from happening.
Because you knew that I would beat you and make you show me some respect.
You claim that you will always be better than me, but after last week, I looked into your eyes and I saw the REAL reason why you have avoided actually doing the right thing and face me in an honest match.
I looked into your eyes, Viva, and I saw fear.
Fear that you would not be able to beat the man who you railed against for weeks. Fear that I would thoroughly outdo you in a match. Fear that you would not be able to have anything to gloat about anymore. Fear that I would show the world what you really are.
You say that you're in my head, Viva? Au contraire, muchacho. I'M in YOUR head.
They say that what you fear the most is the thing that you do not understand, and Viva, you do not understand me, and therefore, you are afraid of me.
At Lord Of The Ring, I will take your fear and use it against you. I will unleash all the pent-up fury inside and use it as a means to your end. I will make you, who calls yurself Agony, feel the true meaning of the word agony.
And when all is said and done, Viva, I will look you in the eyes, I will examine the fear in them, and I will say to you, "Where be your jibes now?"
And it will be that moment that you realize too late that your luck has run out, and that you will be unable to prevent your Final Judgment.
And that, Viva...*Richlen waits for the crowd to utter the last part of his catchphrase before concluding:* ... is a promise.
And this is one promise that no one will prevent me from keeping.*Richlen drops his mic as "Young" plays again and he and Shaelin leave the ring.* *Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara are backstage in the lockerroom.* I'm telling ya, Viva is SOOOOOOOOOOOO not getting a chance to live that down, and he'll never be able to live it down when I become Champion Of Honor AND Hardcore Champion at the same time.Yeah, it's going to be so great, Ricky! That'll be one less belt for ViVA, Inc. to hoard!And as far as I'm concerned, Viva is the only person I want to beat in that match. I've got him right where I want him, and-*There is a ruckus outside, which causes Richlen to open the door and look out as the ruckus passes by. Richlen quickly pulls his head back in and slams the door.* YOU'VE GOTTA BE f***ING KIDDING ME!!!!Ricky, what's wrong?OH, HELL NO!!!!What's wrong?s***!!!!... Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!*Generic disco music plays as Sammy Twister disco dances his way to the ring, generally annoying people along the way.* Michael Muffer: Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 217 pounds, Sammy Twister!Tim Hoss: Usually when Sammy Twister shows up, it's not going to end well for him, and I think it may be the case here again.*There is a bit of a wait, and then a very disturbingly ominous metal guitar opening hits, an opening that could only be from "White Washed" by August Burns Red. A number of people in hospital security uniforms are moving in a disjointed mass towards the ring, with a hot blonde woman in a sexy nurse's outfit walking alongside. The camera catches a glimpse of a pitch black-haired man with a pitch-black goatee in a straitjacket. The security people take the straitjacket off the man to reveal that he is ABSOLUTELY RIPPED, to the point where it looks like his black T-shirt might explode. The man enters the ring as security runs off and the nurse walks around the ring. Sammy Twister looks like he's going to cry.* Michael Muffer: And making his debut in the WWCF, accompanied by Nurse Mary Harper, from Ward Six of the Northwoods State Mental Hospital, weighing in at 229 pounds, Marshall Wesley Coventry! Tim Hoss: King, I think I speak for everyone when I say that this man absolutely terrifies me. Jesse King: What are you talking about, Hoss?! It's Gus Richlen with a hairpiece and fake beard! It's clear as day! Tim Hoss: King, I don't think Richlen is quite that muscular. And there's far too many differences in the tattoos that I'm seeing. Jesse King: No there isn't! That's Richlen! No other competitor in WWCF is that short!*Jake Kwan is just as frightened by Coventry, who is apparantly the same height as Richlen, as he calls for the bell and gets out of the way. Twister reluctantly goes over to Coventry, who is giving him a glare that would ice over a volcano. Twister puts his hand out for a handshake, but the glare continues. Twister starts desperately disco dancing and gets rewarded with a BRUTAL lariat! Coventry then picks Twister up and slams him shoulder-first repeatedly into the ring post until Kwan reluctantly forces Coventry to stop. Coventry then drags Twister away, lifts him up with ease in a Gorilla press, then drops him down in a devastating backbreaker! Coventry then picks him up again, scoops, runs, and tosses him forward! He then picks Twister up again, Irish whips him to the ropes, and catches him on the rebound with a Black Hole Slam! Coventry then pulls a near-limp Twister up again, kicks him in the midsection, then delivers a double underhook gutbuster!* Tim Hoss: This Coventry is a truly relentless individual, King. I think Kwan- Jesse King: IT'S GUS RICHLEN, HOSS!!!! IT'S NOBODY ELSE!!!!*The nurse has walked around the ring a couple of times and looks rather worried as Coventry lifts the dazed Twister, sets him up in the fisherman's position, then lifts before hitting a sitout impaler DDT!!!! 1! 2! 3!* Michael Muffer: Here is your winner, Marshall Wesley Coventry! Tim Hoss: I think everyone in the WWCF has just been put on high alert about this young man, King-Jesse King: Will you stop insisting it's someone else?! It's Gus Richlen! There's nobody else it COULD be! Tim Hoss: DAMN IT, KING, FOR THE LAST TIME, THAT'S NOT GUS RICHLEN!!!!*The nurse slides in the ring and checks on Twister before checking on Coventry, who is more emotionless than a pit full of discarded bricks. The camera then cuts backstage to Richlen and Shaelin. Richlen is in a hysterical rage.* WHAT THE f*** IS HE DOING HERE?!!?!?!I don't know! I never-This is some sick f***ing joke!!!! Who the hell let him in here to begin with?! HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LET OUT OF THE HOSPITAL!!!!*Richlen bulldozes through the door, still swearing, as a worried Shaelin rushes out after him.* Gorilla Tim Hoss: Welcome back, WWCF Galaxy! Niteraw is on fire tonight and we still have lots of action coming your way.Jesse King: You got that right, TH. Up next...King of WrestleCrap Match "Handsome" Whitey Fats versus "The Head Detective" Aaron EnigmaJK: Whitey Fats takes on the Interforums Champion Aaron Enigma in a special King of WrestleCrap match for a second round by.TH: Whitey Fats vacated the World Heavyweight title, he wants it back, and the Majority Shareholder gave him a chance.JK: But no, the Majority Shareholder couldn't make it easy and fair. He's making the Handsome one take on the Interforums Champion, Aaron Enigma, just so that Aaron Enigma stops investigating him.TH: I don't know about you, King, but I think Gus Richlen might be onto something when he claims that Viva is the Majority Shareholder himself.JK: I dunno. I wouldn't want to give Richlen credit now.TH: In any case, we have the Interforums Champion on the case, and when he exposes the Majority Shareholder, there will be much to answer for.JK: But tonight, these two are in a special King of WrestleCrap match, but Whitey Fats is the more driven man. Just wait and see.TH: And on that note, Michael Muffer, take it away!Michael Muffer: The following match is for a Second Round By in the King of Wrestlecrap tournament and is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit...*Fight - Jim Johnston* *Whitey Fats walks out, Cynnamon by his side and pimp cane in hand...* MM: Now entering the ring with his valet Cynnamon; hailing from Starke, Florida and weighing 275lbs; he is "Handsome..." Whitey... Fats!TH: Whitey certainly proved one thing this month: threaten violence on the legitimate competitors and you get results.JK: You're kidding yourself, Hoss. Whitey wrestled his way to victory against the "Digital Dragon" Connor MacKenzie at Christmassacre, but yet, it was Connor MacKenzie who got into the King of Wrestlecrap tournament. Whitey voiced his grievances, if aggressively, and now he is being compensated.MM: And his opponent...*Cry for Help - Shinedown* JK: Now this man I have a problem with. He says this and he says that about knowing who the Majority Shareholder is, but instead of spitting it out for all of us, he makes veiled threats of exposition and he gets a match in the King of WrestleCrap tournament for his efforts.TH: A controversial argument to be sure. But tonight, all that will really matter is who gets the pinfall. Referee John Creed will officiate tonight's match.*Cry for Help by Shinedown continues playing, but no Aaron Enigma. Whitey paces about the ring, exchanging a few words with a confused Cynammon...* JK: Hey? Where's the Head Detective at anyway? Is he chickening out?TH: Indeed, Jesse. WWCF Officials are searching for him right now.JK: You don't think we'll see a repeat of last week do you?TH: Hopefully not. This is upsetting to be sure but I don't think the Interforums Champion is chickening out though.JK: Give me a minute. I'll go find out what's going o-*Jesse King takes off his head set and enters the ring to speak with WWCF Officials.* TH: Looks like Jesse King will get to the bottom of this mystery. Whitey Fats was supposed to face the Interforums Champion, "the Head Detective" Aaron Enigma tonight in a special King of WrestleCrap match for a Second Round by.*Whitey Fats slides out of the ring to shake hands and high five the fans with Cynnamon.* TH: Looks like the Handsome one, Whitey Fats, is helping entertain the fans for now until we find out where the Interforums Champion is. This is an important match for him tonight, as it could propel him back to the World Heavyweight title scene he so enigmatically disappeared from ages ago.*Jesse King returns to the announce table and puts on his headset* JK: No one know where he is. Various boys in back say that they saw him in the locker room earlier today, but now no one can find him.[glow=gray,2,300] Greetings WWCF Galaxy... [/glow]TH: Finally, the Majority Shareholder speaks tonight![glow=gray,2,300] This is your Majority Shareholder.
Whitey Fats.
You came to wrestle a match to be in the King of WrestleCrap tournament.
Because the Interforums Champion has failed to arrive to face you, I shall honor you with a default victory... [/glow]JK: Whitey's moving on!TH: It seems like a fair thing to do...[glow=gray,2,300] In two weeks, you shall face the "Digital Dragon" Connor MacKenzie in the Third Round of the King of WrestleCrap tournament.
Train hard. Train well. Train smart.
This has been your Majority Shareholder... [/glow]TH: Did you hear that, King?JK: Yeah, I was there, Hoss!TH: A Christmassacre rematch in two weeks! Connor MacKenzie will face Whitey Fats in the Third Round of the King of WrestleCrap tournament!JK: Whitey's had it easy so far, but just hand him the damn crown already now.TH: Hey, let's not discount the Digital Dragon. The man wrestled the Smokin' Vokoun to a draw. No mean feat if the records are any indication. If I were Whitey, I'd hope MacKenzie doesn't continue to "upgrade."JK: Well let's get to our sponsors.TH: Welcome back to Niteraw. While it was hardly the match everyone anticipated-JK: Match? What match?TH: In any case, Whitey Fats has moved on to the Third Round and the King of WrestleCrap will continue next week, but up next we have an exhibition bout between Caleb Fourchon and... Sammy Twister?Caleb Fourchon versus Sammy Twister[/u] JK: Ooh... I don't envy the Doctor of Dance tonight. First he returns from a brutal beatdown by Disturbance, then he faces Gus Richlen-TH: Marshall Wesley Coventry, King!JK: Yeah yeah yeah, but either way, the man doesn't know when to quit, especially when his next opponent is the Cajun Crippler himself, Caleb Fourchon.TH: Well, let's see the match unfold.JK: More like carnage I would imagine.Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Coming out first, from Orlando, Florida and weighing 217 pounds: Sammy Twister! *Sammy, his ribs heavily taped, soft shoes his way down the ramp to Taco’s cover of “Puttin on the Ritz”.* [/color] Tim Hoss: Glad to see Sammy Twister back in action so soon after that hellacious beat down Disturbance put on him a couple weeks ago.. Jesse King: Looks like he’s still feeling its effects though.. MM: And his opponent, from Dulac, Lousiana, weighing 252 pounds: Caleb Fourchon! * “Circus Envy” by REM plays as Caleb stalks onto the stage. He heads to the ring carrying a large plastic container under his arm.* TH: Caleb Fourchon, a former Inter Forum Champion, has just recently returned to the WWCF. Right after failing to defend his title at Gookermania IV, he failed a mandated wellness test and was suspended, and it was during that period his contract ran out. JK: Well, I’m glad somebody in the front office had the sense to hire Caleb back. The man is a great talent. *Fourchon rolls under the ropes and to his feet. He begins to make a circuit around the ring, glaring at the fans in the stands.* TH: He has amazing quickness for a wrestler his size, but I’m still not a fan of Caleb’s behavior. I have no idea why he’s even competing after what he did to Jack “The Snack” Rogers last week. JK: What? Caleb just helped him with his meds. *chuckles**The referee stops Fourchon and points at the jug he’s carrying.* TH: Looks like “Spud” Johnson wants to see what’s in the jar, and I don’t blame him for wanting to check. Knowing Caleb, it could be anything. JK: Its probably just his dinner. *Caleb brushes past Johnson and sets the the tub down on the apron outside his corner. The camera is able to get a shot of its label.* TH: “Maxi-Meso-Mass Nutritional Supplement”? What’s Caleb Fourchon doing with that junk? JK: Maybe looking for a sponsorship? *The two wrestlers are called to the ring to be given instructions. Johnson motions for the bell, and the men lock up. Caleb targets Sammy Twister’s torso, kneeing him repeatedly in the ribs before floating behind him to lock in a bear hug. Twister fights out by elbowing Caleb in the face and hitting a kneel down jawbreaker.* TH: Nice counter by Sammy Twister. *Caleb holds his chin and staggers away. Sammy clambers to his feet. When Fourchon charges him Twister flings him down with an arm drag. He follows that up with a chin lock, and then a body scissors.* TH: The Dance Dance Revolutionary is looking strong tonight. JK: Give it time, Gorilla. *Fourchon breaks the hold by raking Sammy Twister’s eyes, a move the ref catches. He warns Caleb, who stands and argues with him. Twister takes advantage of the distraction and rolls Fourchon up. One! Two! Caleb powers out.* TH: Sammy Twister almost caught Caleb napping. JK: Yeah, he needs to stay focused on the match and not let the ref distract him. *Fourchon gets up angry.* TH: If Caleb didn’t blatantly gouge Sammy Twister’s eyes, “Spud” Johnson wouldn’t have had to say anything. *Twister leaps at Caleb and hits a forearm smash to the mush, then tries to whip him into the corner. Caleb reverses. He charges the corner, but Sammy leaps outside and kicks him in the side of the head. Fourchon staggers back, giving Twister time to climb the turnbuckle and try for a missile dropkick.* TH: Sammy going high risk here. JK: A crazy chance may be the only chance he’s got. *Caleb is able to side-step the flying Twister and tag him with a throat thrust uppercut.* JK: Oooh, what a shot from the Louisiana southpaw!. *Twister drops like a stone. Caleb begins kicking and stomping at his ribs. Sammy rolls to the nearside ropes, grabbing the bottom one. Johnson orders Caleb to back off, but Fourchon keeps up the attack. Johnson begins to count Caleb out, forcing the Cajun Crippler to stop.* TH: Caleb stops his assault on Sammy Twister to avoid disqualification. *Caleb grabs Sammy Twister by the ankles and pulls, yanking him away from the ropes and sending him crashing to the mat. Still holding Twister’s legs, he drags him to the middle of the ring. Caleb spins Twister around in a giant swing. When he lets go Sammy Twister is flung to his corner. Caleb charges the corner and leaps onto the second rope. He splashes onto to Twister and hooks the leg. One! Two! Kickout.* JK: Nice series of moves by Fourchon. It really demonstrates his strength and agility. *Pulling Sammy Twister up, Caleb rams him into the ringpost. He starts taunting Twister, tugging on his hair and slapping him.* TH: Now this is completely unnecessary. There’s no reason for Caleb Fourchon to be punking out Sammy Twister here. JK: Intimidating your opponent has its uses, Gorilla. *When Fourchon tries to twist Twister’s nose Sammy knocks his hand away and punches him in the jaw. Caleb staggers back.* TH: Sammy Twister doesn’t look intimidated. He looks angry! *As the crowd cheers him on, Sammy keeps punching, knocking Caleb back further. Finally he runs the ropes and puts Caleb down with a crossbody. A spent Twister lays over Caleb’s midsection. Johnson counts. One! Two! Caleb rolls out of the cover and lifts Sammy Twister up. Shaking his head to the crowd, he spins Twister over his shoulder for the Down Home Driver. Lateral press. One! Two! Three!* MM: Here is your winner, Caleb Fourchon! JK: And just like that, its over. TH: You’re right, King. Twister looked good in spots, but he was clearly over matched. *Caleb ignores Johnson’s attempt to raise his hand and drops an knee on Sammy Twister’s gut. He does it again. And then a handstand knee drop.* TH: Bah Gawd, not again! * ”Spud” Johnson tries to pull Caleb away but Fourchon throws him out of the ring.* TH: And now he’s putting his hands on a referee! JK: Come on, Caleb: don’t do anything you’ll regret. *As WWCF staff tend to the downed ref, Caleb mounts Sammy Twister. He tears off his bandages and applies a stomach claw. Twister writhes in agony for a few moments, and then stops.* TH: I think Sammy Twister has passed out! *Caleb gets up and stomps over to his corner. He picks up the tub of Maxi-Meso-Mass and shows it to the jeering crowd.* TH: He’s got the jar, now what is he going to do? JK: Something I guarantee Sammy Twister isn’t going to like. *Sneering, Caleb unscrews the top of the container and tips it over onto Sammy until he’s covered with the white powder that spills out. Several of the referees rush the ring and order Fourchon out of it.* TH: He just dumped that crap all over Sammy Twister. Why? What’s the point? JK: Who knows. Fourchon is as unpredictable as New England weather. *Caleb stares the refs down, but obliges, throwing the container into the crowd and flipping out of the ring. Smirking, he makes his way back up the ramp.* TH: Caleb Fourchon has been back in the WWCF for two weeks. He’s had two matches both of them victories, but he’s also attacked his opponents post match twice. JK: Three times, actually. TH: The point is, King: someone of authority should be stepping in to deal with this. The man cannot be allowed to assault other wrestlers and staff without consequence. JK: Eh, I say let the problem sort itself out. Either Caleb is going to pick a fight with the wrong person and get his ass beat, or-TH: Or?! JK: Or.... I guess he’ll just keep demolishing people. Either way it makes great TV! TH: Great TV or not, we got more of- wait, King. I'm getting an update on the mysterious Aaron Enigma disappearance earlier tonight. We join Fred G. Neric backstage.Fred G. Neric: I'm here with WWCF Officials and Parts Unknown Security, Hoss and King. We're in the so-called lower levels of the Parts Unknown Arena here, and the Head Detective has been found.TH: What condition is he in?FGN: He looks like he's still unconcious, and I think he's been beaten with blunt objects. TH: Will Aaron Enigma be able to compete by Lord of the Ring?FGN: Paramedics have not disclosed much information yet, but he seems to be gaining consciousness on his way to the Parts Unknown arena.TH: Does anyone know who may have done this?FGN: Unfortunately no, but there's a few blunt instruments lying around the place - lessee here... a lead pipe, a baseball bat, some brass knuckles, a pipe wrench - geez that thing's huge - there's a um...TH: So you're saying it could have been several people that assaulted Aaron Enigma?FGN: I'm no detective myself, TH, but I think the fix was in tonight, whoever did it.TH: Hopefully the Head Detective will recover soon enough to tell us what happened. We must continue the show, Fred.JK: The Majority Shareholder must be turning up the heat and the pressure to get the Head Detective off of the case. He's close, you just know it.TH: Hopefully he will solve it sooner than later, and unfortunately for the case, the show must continue after these commercials.TH: And we're back.JK: It's time for the main event match of the evening.Undisputed TV Title Match El Hombre de Jazz versus Doctor Demento[/u] TH: As with every championship belt to grace the sport, the question always remains: who will beat the champ? And from the moment that the "Brainbuster" Jason Allen eliminated Amigo in the inaugural Battle Royal, the question would be asked. And we got a very surprising answer just last week, when the Majority Shareholder's private pitbull Doctor Demento and newcomer El Hombre de Jazz both pinned the "Brainbuster" Jason Allen.JK: I couldn't believe it at first either: the second Television Champion was two men!TH: But tonight, El Hombre de Jazz and Doctor Demento will clash to determine who is the Undisputed TV Champion of the WWCF.JK: I can't wait. Take it away, Muffer! Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWCF Television Title! Introducing first...*Let's All Get Demented* Michael Muffer: Hailing from "The LOOOOOOW End of the Dial" and weighing 165 lbs. Co-Owner of the television title, Doctor Demento!*Demento is wheeled out by 2 "Orderlies" on a handtruck (Ala Hannibal Lecter). Upon getting to the ring his 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: You know, I'll never not get goosebumps from seeing this man getting wheeled in here. King: Makes me glad I don't like fava beans, Gorilla. Michael Muffer: And his opponent...*Irakere - Yemayá* Michael Muffer: Hailing from South of The Border, Mexico and weighing 87 Kgs. He is the second Co-Owner of the television title, El Hombre De Jazz! Hoss: And here we have El Hombre De Jazz! The man has certainly made a statement since coming to the WWCF, I'll give him that. King: Oh for the love of...Hoss, how can you not see that this is clearly Jazzman. I mean, come on, just the name alone. El Hombre De Jazz? I mean, I don't remember much from spanish class but I can at least put that together. Hoss: And I believe we already went over this and it was made pretty clear that this is not who you are saying it is.*Walking to the ring he highfives fans around the ramp and ring. He gets in the ring and whips off his cape before getting on the turnbuckle and pointing to the fans and claps for them before making a motion of a belt at his waist then hops down from the turnbuckle.* Hoss: Now as the WWCF Galaxy has probably noticed, neither man came out with the belt this evening. It was decided that even though both men are champion that since this is the deciding bout it would not be fair to have one or the other come out with the belt. King: Heh, sounds like WWCF didn't want to foot the bill on a second belt if you ask me.*As Hombre hops down he is assaulted from behind by Demento with a stiff forearm to the back as referee Lloyd McFloyd quickly calls for the bell to get things underway.* Hoss: And Doctor Demento with the cheap shot to get this match underway. What a dirty, underhanded... King: He's just anxious to get this over with is all Gorilla. No doubt the king of all media has some plans or appointments and doesn't want to be held up. Hoss: Sounds like someone has been sipping the kool-aid folks. King: Ha ha...
*Demento continues his assault attempting to start stomping on Hombre who has latched onto a rope allowing McFloyd to intervene and stop Demento momentarily. Demento looking none too pleased as he appears to be saying some choice words to Hombre for making a motion of the belt on his waist.*
King: See, Demento took offense. El Hombre shouldn't have been so cocky.
*As Hombre gets to his feet, Demento pushes McFloyd aside to get at his opponent. As he nears him however he is quickly met with a spinning heel kick which lays Demento out allowing a moment for Hombre to collect himself before moving to get his opponent to his feet. As Demento seems to teeter for a moment he's brought back to his senses as Hombre hits a hard overhand chop. Demento stumbles back, using the ropes to catch himself. Hombre moves in with a run but Demento ducks and launches Hombre over the ropes to land hard on the outside.*
Hoss: And what a series here from the television...champions.
King: See folks, it's just as confusing here as it is at home.
*Lloyd McFloyd is beside himself as he looks out at Hombre to ensure that he's alright before Demento comes close and moves the ref to the side to look himself. Hombre is just starting to get to his feet, his face looking out to the crowd, as he turns however he is met with a baseball slide to the chest from Demento which sends Hombre into the security railing. Demento smiles with sick glee as he looks about as Lloyd McFloyd calls for them to bring the action back into the ring before starting a ten count.*
Hoss: Dear lord what a sickening impact!
King: There ya go Demento, show him what the king of all media is about! See, you don't need to do any sort of stupid high flying over the top junk. Just take a page from our favorite past time and improvise and you have something just as effective and not near as risky.
*Sending a hard stomp onto Hombre, Demento moves to get his opponent to his feet. Doing so he takes him by the wrist, moving to irish whip him hard into the steps with a loud crash.*
King: Haha! Using his environment to his advantage. Smart.
Hoss: This isn't a hardcore match King. Someone is going to get hurt if this keeps up.
King: I'd say most likely that it's going to be our pal from Mexico.
*As the ref gets to 6, Demento rolls into the ring momentarilly before rolling back out to reset the count. Hombre is stirring on the floor, slowly rolling to his side and appearing to be in pain, though his mask hides most of his facial expressions. Getting Hombre to his feet once again Demento latches on and begins to send Hombre towards the steel post. Stopping just short Demento catches himself before ducking quickly as Demento goes past in a failed attempt at a clothesline from behind. Demento this time stops himself short of the post but Hombre moves hits a quick dropkick to Demento's back, causing the man to go face first into the steel ringpost.*
Hoss: And what a reversal!
King: You just said this isn't a hardcore match, Gorilla. What the heck is Hombre doing?!
Hoss: I'd say turnabout is fair play, King.
*McFloyd is at 7 now as Hombre now rolls into the ring. As he does, McFloyd looks to him only to see him quickly scale a turnbuckle and walk along the rope before pausing then moonsault onto a just rising Doctor Demento. Both men are laid out on the floor as McFloyd holds his hands to his head for a moment before starting another ten count after Hombre's re-entry to the ring.*
King: Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Hoss: While you might say that King. It certainly seemed to pay off and knock some more of the wind out of Demento's sails.
King: Oh sure, but at what cost? If both men are counted out we're back to square one.
*Both men start to stir at 4, Demento slowly crawling to one of the toppled ring steps he threw Hombre into earlier to assist him in starting to rise as Hombre slowly rolls to his stomach and uses the ring apron to get himself up. Both men slowly roll into the ring as Lloyd McFloyd gets to 8 before stopping the count.
Both men get back to their feet, their backs to each other before turning to see one another. Demento sends a hard right to Hombre who takes it and steps back then steps forward to send a right of his own to Demento who mirrors Hombre's step back then moves forward to hit another right. Hombre stumbles back then lurches forward to attempt another right but is blocked by Demento who shoves Hombre back then follows up with a rolling elbow.*
King: Good follow up there by the king of all crazy...I mean media.
Hoss: Certainly a hard shot from Doctor Demento but can he capitalize on it?
*Hombre is down as Demento moves to get Hombre up, setting him up before lifting him into a stalling drop suplex. Hombre arches his back on the impact but is quickly pushed back down as Demento goes for a pin.
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Hoss: And a near fall there! Demento certainly trying to push his weight around which is surprising considering the difference in weight.
King: It just goes to show the pedigree of a man like Demento. Wait, can we say that on here? I don't want to start giving advertising to the other guys.
Hoss: I am really not sure on that one King.
*Demento looks angrily at the ref before slapping his hands together to signify a three count. McFloyd merely holds up two fingers which seems to infuriate Demento as he roughly moves to get Hombre back to his feet. Demento attempts an irish whip but Hombre turns the tables on him with a reversal. Rebounding off of the ropes Demento is met with a stiff dropsault from Hombre who after landing drops to a knee only to quickly get to his feet to attempt to capitalize and goes for the pin.*
Hoss: And what a display of athleticism there from El Hombre De Jazz with that dropsault! But can he follow up?
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Kickout!
King: The signs point to...no.
*Hombre checks with the ref but his body language tells the tale as his shoulders slump and he visibly sighs as the ref shakes his head and holds up two fingers.
Moving through the ropes, Hombre watches intently as Demento staggers as he gets up before leaping onto the top rope. As he is about to rebound off however, Demento at the last moment falls onto the ropes, causing Hombre to crotch himself on the attempted springboard. See his opponents predicament, Demento quickly lurches forward to hit a loud superkick which sends Hombre falling to the mat. Demento quickly goes for the pin.*
Hoss: Baw gawd he nearly took his head off with that kick! It could be over!
King: Somebody get the king his belt and crown I think it's time to say goodnight!
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*Referee Lloyd McFloyd is just about to count three when he stops and points to Hombre's foot resting upon the bottom rope. Demento yells at the ref as he moves to quickly get to his feet. *
King: WHAT?!
Hoss: What prescence of mind by El Hombre to put his foot onto the rope. Lloyd McFloyd is on his game with catching that one.
King: Gorilla "Lloyd McFloyd" and "On his Game" should never be used in the same sentence. Ever.
Hoss: Don't look now King but it would appear that Demento looks to be sizing his opponent up here.
*Demento seems to stalk Hombre as he gets to his feet, waiting on the far side of the ring before running forward and leaping at him with a bicycle kick. Hombre manages to roll out of the way quickly as Demento barely catches himself from crotching on the middle rope. As he turns around and steps back from the rope he is met with Hombre who has rebounded off the opposite ropes. Moving as if to try and flip Hombre off, instead Hombre uses the momentum and swings around and latches on with his feet in a hurricarana. Demento holds on as he attempts to spin his opponent off but Hombre uses the momentum and carries himself around and latches onto Demento's arm before planting Demento face first into the mat. *
Hoss: Amazing! La Mistica! La Mistica! He's got it locked in!
King: No! The King of all media cannot be denied!
*Demento cries out as Hombre wrenches the arm back in a flurry. Demento, realizing his predicament reluctantly taps as Lloyd McFloyd calls for the bell.*
Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentleman, your winner as a result of submission and UNDISPUTED TELEVISION CHAMPION! El Hombre De Jazz!
TH: He did it! El Hombre de Jazz is the Undisputed Television Champion!
JK: I was kinda gunning for Doctor Demento there, but then again he is a Majority Shareholder crony, so I say he can shove it.
TH: First the Brainbuster and now El Hombre de Jazz. Could the Television Championship be the "Newcomer's Championship?"
JK: Brainbuster wasn't that new when he won the belt.
TH: El Hombre de Jazz will walk out with the glory tonight, but will he walk out with it next week in Parts Unknown, Nevada? Tune in next week.
JK: Wait, but there's more to the show!
TH: Right you are, Jesse. Our main event has come and gone, but right after this commercial break, WWCF World Heavyweight Champion Jonathan Michaels will finally sign the contract with the Punisher to square off at Lord of the Ring.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Jan 16, 2012 18:47:15 GMT -5
Tim Hoss: And now folks, the prelude to a huge match coming up at Lord of the Ring next month. Jonathan Michaels, the WWCF Champion, will put his title on the line against the Number One contender, “The Punisher” Frank Castle.
Jesse King: And Jonathan Michaels is in big, big trouble. You’ve heard some of the things Castle has been saying, and what Michaels has been doing in response - it’s all building up to a big, big encounter.
TH: The question is King, can they manage to keep it contained tonight?
JK: I’m not exactly convinced of our Master of Ceremonies though, are you?
TH: He’s the General Manager King, I’m sure he’s up to the challenge.
*March and Fanfare begins as The Sam, accompanied by The Great Warrior, makes his way to the ring. The Warrior moves ahead, acting like personal security. The Sam moves into the ring, and he grabs a mic. In front of him are two high back leather chairs and a long black table. On the table itself sits a contract affixed to a clipboard.*
The Sam: Hello folks, My name is The Sam and I am your General Manager. But tonight I am also the "master of ceremonies" in this contract signing between Frank Castle and Jonathan Michaels. At this time I would like to introduce one of those men. Ladies and Gentlemen, Frank Castle.
*Wake Up by Rage Against the Machine starts as a scowling Frank Castle, looking even angrier than normal makes his way to the ring. Carrying his holdall, he enters through the ropes. He looms over The Sam, who clicks his fingers and the Warrior moves in front of him to confront Castle. The two square up for a second before Castle moves to the table. He opens the bag.*
TH: What in the name of God?
*Castle produces a baseball bat, a nightstick, a knuckleduster, a roll of barbed wire, electrical cord, a sickle, a brick, a tazer and a blowtorch.*
JK: And that’s just his summer wardrobe!
TH: I’m not sure what Castle’s trying to prove here.
JK: Get up there and ask him Hoss, I’m sure he’d love to speak to you!
TH: I can’t leave you on your own…
The Sam: HEY! Relax tough guy! See, this is why I never invite you to my fancy spaghetti party's anymore. And now I would like to introduce the WWCF Champion, Jonathan Michaels.
*Castle sits at one of the chairs. He stares at the entrance ramp as DOA by the Foo Fighters starts. Jonathan Michaels appears at the top of the ramp, staring intently at Castle. He pushes his jacket back at the waist to reveal the WWCF Championship belt, and makes his way to the ring, never taking his eyes of his opponent. He enters the ring, removing the belt and placing it on the table opposite the Punisher’s collection of weapons. He takes a seat and stares dead ahead at Castle.*
The Sam: Now gentlemen I would like to remind you that according to the contract there will be no interference and no international objects allowed during your match. Now who would like to sign first?
*Warrior pulls out a pen from his somewhat out of place sports jacket and holds it out to Castle who snatches it from Warrior while shooting him a mean glare. Castle scribbles his signature on the contract before pushing the contract violently across the table towards Michaels. Michaels takes the pen and writes his signature on the contract also. Warrior hands the contract to The Sam who looks it over.*
The Sam: Ladies and Gentlemen, the contract has been signed. The match is official. Gentlemen, if we can get a handshake to solidify this agreement.
*Castle gets up and snatches the microphone away from The Sam.*
Castle: Jon, I just want you to know, that all the things you see in front of you here today. All these weapons, all these instruments of warfare. They’re out of bounds. I’m not going to touch them. None of Viva Inc. will help. Nobody will help me - just like nobody will help you. I’ve already told you why I want to take that title away, not because of anything you’ve done, just what you represent. If I can destroy the ideal that you represent, then all the people who are left out and persecuted for who they are and what they do, will perhaps feel that they have a chance to be normal again.
Jonathan: You know something, Frank, you keep mentioning these oppressed and persecuted people, and it makes me wonder exactly who the hell you're talking about.
I mean, is this some kind of 99% thing or are you accusing me of being racist or homophobic?
No, I'll tell you what it is, Castle, it seems to me that you actually have it in your head that I'm the bad guy here.
I've done nothing particularly heinous to you, as a matter of fact, if memory serves, you're the one who has had it out for me, you're the one who basically tried to murder me a couple months back.
So really, what's going on here is you desperately trying to turn these lovely people against me, because deep down, under that gruff, unpleasant exterior, you just really want to be loved.
Of course, that's not going to happen if you keep running around threatening to eviscerates random passersby, a permanent snarl affixed to your mug.
If you want to be loved, all you have to do is prove you're worthy of it, and all you have to do is beat me.
Unfortunately for you, that's never going to happen if you insist on fighting fair, because you have yet to prove that you can win a fair fight, but if you do take the easy way out, all you'll do is prove me right.
Castle *grabbing the title belt*: You still don’t get it do you? You still think this is all about me proving something about myself. This isn’t about me. This is about showing you, and all these people, that the abuse of your popularity is something you should be punished for. You don’t have to be popular to be a winner, ask the runt over here:
The Sam: How dare you call The Great Warrior a runt! Also he is very popular! And handsome! I don't know why you would point over in this general direction to say that but...NO WARRIOR DON'T!!!
*Warrior storms over towards Castle, however Castle slugs the warrior and starts assaulting him with rights and lefts. The Sam bails out and makes his way back up the ramp. Michaels grabs Castle to stop him and he turns to face the champion. Michaels hurls a chair at Castle but The Punisher deflects it. Castle is then smothered from behind by The Great Warrior, and The Punisher struggles to escape. Jono takes the chance to wind up for the Fade to Black, but instead of catching Castle blasts the Warrior in the face instead, staggering him. Castle then nails him with the Endgame, sending him over the top rope. Michaels and Castle then start brawling into the crowd and up into the arena.*
TH: Good God Almighty, stay with us here folks…
*Michaels and Castle brawl in the concession stands. Jono slams Castle’s head into a counter, but Punisher retaliates with by booting Jono into a drinks machine. Castle goes to punch him but misses, shattering the machine’s frontage. Michaels makes it into the lobby area, and the two fight near the escalators. Castle misses with another Endgame attempt and Jono backdrops him onto the “up” escalator, and he blows The Punisher a mock kiss as he makes his escape, title belt in hand, as Castle gets up and is carried back up to the upper area of the arena.*
JK: I’ll tell you this Hoss, I think Jonathan Michaels is a very lucky boy..
TH: Had Castle’s number tonight though didn’t he?
JK: The big question though Hoss, is whether he’ll still have it in a month’s time.
TH: Lot of time between then and now King, and Michaels has plenty of time to get ready for The Punisher. We’ve had another barnstorming NiteRaw here folks, but it’s time to bid you farewell, from me Tim Hoss and Jesse King, it’s a very good night.
JK: You taking the stairs or the escalator on your way out?
Credits: Boiler Room Brawler, Connor MacKenzie, Gus Richlen, HossFan, Jeremy Dupoe, Jonathan Michaels, The_Punisher , The Sam
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