Fiddleford H. McGucket
El Dandy
My Mind's been gone for 30-odd years! Can't Break what's already broken!
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Post by Fiddleford H. McGucket on Mar 19, 2012 14:51:08 GMT -5
Oh....f*** me.....
I need to actually type an send this abomonation unto Nuggan.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Mar 19, 2012 15:09:57 GMT -5
My apologies for missing the deadline folks. I will have my match done tonight, had some RL things come up this weekend that kept me away from the computer unfortunately.
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smokinvokoun
Dennis Stamp
Daffy's Gonna Kill You
Posts: 4,770
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Post by smokinvokoun on Mar 19, 2012 17:01:04 GMT -5
I just sent in the Triple Threat Match. I'm sorry for missing the deadline too. But it's there now.
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The Punisher
Unicron
"They don't fear the law. They fear me..."
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Post by The Punisher on Mar 19, 2012 17:28:05 GMT -5
Main event done and dusted - immense thanks to Socko. Co-writing is the way forward...
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 19, 2012 20:14:24 GMT -5
Main event done and dusted - immense thanks to Socko. Co-writing is the way forward... Hey, whatever gets things done and sent on a remotely timely manner. While we're doing reasonably well at this rate, bear in mind that this is the core reason why Viva and I book fewer matches from week to week. The increased output is a pleasant side effect that only reinforces it.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Mar 19, 2012 20:46:06 GMT -5
Just finishing up the commentary and the handicap match should then be in BRB.
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Jonathan Michaels
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
The Archduke of Levity
Here since TNA was still kinda okay
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Mar 19, 2012 21:02:11 GMT -5
If you wanna give people a taste, BRB, you could post my first vignette.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Mar 19, 2012 21:36:14 GMT -5
Match should be in your inbox now BRB.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 19, 2012 21:39:04 GMT -5
If you wanna give people a taste, BRB, you could post my first vignette. Okay... here goes...
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Post by hossfan on Mar 19, 2012 21:45:47 GMT -5
Dupoe vs. Fourchon is in. It also isn't very good. Sorry for the rushed ending.
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Post by General Adam on Mar 19, 2012 21:50:50 GMT -5
If you wanna give people a taste, BRB, you could post my first vignette. Okay... here goes... Aw shit Russo's booking now?
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Jeremy Dupoe
Don Corleone
Your lack of intelligence disgusts me
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Post by Jeremy Dupoe on Mar 19, 2012 21:52:32 GMT -5
If you wanna give people a taste, BRB, you could post my first vignette. Okay... here goes... Shut up and take my money
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 19, 2012 22:16:15 GMT -5
There's still some work to go, and there's still one match to be received, but this could be the greatest, if the weirdest, WWCF PPV of all time.
Congratulations to everyone, and give yourselves a pat on the back after reading.
Until then, there's still time to send vignettes and promos.
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Post by General Adam on Mar 19, 2012 22:50:06 GMT -5
There's still some work to go, and there's still one match to be received, but this could be the greatest, if the weirdest, WWCF PPV of all time. Congratulations to everyone, and give yourselves a pat on the back after reading. Until then, there's still time to send vignettes and promos. Can't wait to read this bad boy.
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Fiddleford H. McGucket
El Dandy
My Mind's been gone for 30-odd years! Can't Break what's already broken!
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Post by Fiddleford H. McGucket on Mar 19, 2012 23:40:28 GMT -5
Ok....FINALLY managed to get my mtch written and submitted.....If anything i realized something.....
I really cannot write a coherent match to save my skin, nor can I type quickly.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 20, 2012 1:04:51 GMT -5
Ok....FINALLY managed to get my mtch written and submitted.....If anything i realized something..... I really cannot write a coherent match to save my skin, nor can I type quickly. Actually, it isn't half bad for what it is. Really. It just comes with practice. The show is coming together everyone. Should be posted within the hour.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 20, 2012 1:44:37 GMT -5
[/color]
*The chauffeur opens the limousine door and the first to climb out is…*
BRB: Welcome to The Animated Pay Per View, Mister Burns…
Mister Burns: Hello there young man.
BRB: Next is… Seto Kaiba?
Seto Kaiba: That’s right.
BRB: Next on the list… Shere Khan? The tiger?
Shere Khan: In the flesh.
BRB: Well, sort of. You’ve come to the right place in any case. Next… Giovanni…
Giovanni: Yes, Brawler.
BRB: Just Giovanni?
Giovanni: Just Giovanni.
BRB: I’m sure you will. Last but not least… Lex Luthor?
Lex Luthor: Yes, Brawler.
BRB: Gentlemen, I have invited you because this is The Animated Pay Per View. It will be a night of spectacle, and I wanted to raise the stakes by betting on it. You five have answered the call.
Mister Burns: I expect to make a killing tonight. I even brought this lucky penny from the Grant administration to ensure success.
Seto Kaiba: I normally don’t gamble on wrestling matches, but this is an event worthy of my attention.
Shere Khan: I plan to be ruthless tonight, and I hope everyone plays the same, in that lounge and in the ring.
Giovanni: If any kids with monsters burst into the VIP lounge, I’ll take care of it.
Lex Luthor: I can take care of far stronger than that.
BRB: So that’s everyone. Gentlemen, follow me, BRB to the VIP lounge…
*BRB takes off on his Segway as Mister Burns, Smithers, Seto Kaibo, Shere Khan, Giovanni, and Lex Luthor follow him…*[/quote]
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 20, 2012 1:45:16 GMT -5
[glow=black,1,800]THE ANIMATED PAY PER VIEW[/glow] [glow=black,1,800]Title Shot Handicap Match Connor Mackenzie and Jason Allen versus El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler [/glow] Written by Connor Mackenzie TH: Ladies and Gentlemen we have a very special guest that should be arriving momentarily to join us on commentary for this most unique night in the WWCF! JK: It better not be Woody Woodpecker or any of those "wacky" toons. I don't really want to be pecked, shot, flattened or the like. And no messing with my diet soda!TH: No King, this is none of those famous characters. What this is, is more then meets the eye.JK: Oh god...TH: I hear that he should be nearing the arena now, let's cut to outside!*The camera switches to a view outside, a large red Freigthliner Cab-over-Engine with a trailer behind it. Behind it are a white and blue older style sports car as well as a red mini-van.* Optimus Prime: We're almost there autobots. Jazz, Ironhide, upon our arrival I need you to- Megatron: Well, well Optimus Prime. It would appear that the tip I received from a certain human was in fact true. You shall not be attending this event. Not if the Decepticons have anything to say about it!*The truck, car and van stop as a large robot appears from out of an alley ahead of them, a jet flies in low, transforming into another robot behind the first and points it's arm at the vehicles.* OP: We are here at the behest of the humans and will not be deterred Megatron! Autobots, transform and prepare for battle!*The camera cuts back inside as the robots start to battle, the sounds outside being heard as rumbles within the arena* TH: What the?! The Decepticons were waiting! Who would have tipped them off?!JK: You know, a part of me was almost wanting to see the Go-Bots come out of the shadows to exact some payback.TH: The what now?JK: Oh nevermind! MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and if for the number one contendership of the FAW and Inter-Forums Championships! Introducing first... *"Indestructible" by Disturbed* TH: Well King, this is certainly going to be a dandy of a first match here tonight. Our Majority Shareholder has procurred the opponent for Jason Allen and Connor Mackenzie to perhaps try and insure that neither man have any further oppurtunities.JK: What did you expect? It's not like someone like BRB should need to get his hands dirty. MM: Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing in at 245 Lbs. "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 to wait for his partner and their opponent.* MM: And his partner... *TRON Legacy R3CONF1GUR3D - 02 - Fall* JK: You know, he isn't even to the ring yet and already I'm hoping to see him get his butt kicked. MM: Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada and weighing 225 Lbs. He is the WWCF Television Champion, "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!TH: And here comes the new TV Champion. Sure enough he took the oppurtunity he had and made the most of it. Now the question will be, will he be able to follow through.JK: You mean challenge for the WWCF title?! HA! Like The Sam and just about everyone else has said. It's impossible. *Coming out onto the ramp, Connor lets out a loud yell to the crowd before heading to the ring, slapping hands before heading up the ring steps and parting his robe to unfasten the TV title from around his waist. Climbing the closest turnbuckle, he holds the belt over his head while pulling back his hood and looking out at the crowd. Coming back down he hands the ref his belt then removes his robe, handing it to a ring attendant before passing through the ropes to give a lucky little girl at ringside his pendant before rolling back into the ring, giving Jason Allen a pat on the back as they ready themselves.* MM: And their opponent... *Judgement Night - Faith No More and Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E - Another Body Murdered* MM: Hailing from Mexico City, Mexico and weighing 400 Lbs! Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler! TH: God...what a monster of a man.JK: And soon to be the number one contender for two titles. Haha!*Red and yellow light floods the arena before Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler storms his way to the ring, with pyrotechnic explosions following him down the ramp. Entering the ring by swinging a leg over the top rope he eyes the two men he is facing, rubbing his hands together as referee Lloyd McFloyd checks all the participants over before signalling for the bell.* TH: And here we go folks!*Hijo stands tall, watching intently as Connor volunteers to face him first. Jason nods then moves through the ropes and takes hold of the line coming from the turnbuckle. Connor eyes Hijo back before moving a step to the middle of the ring. The larger man moves swiftly, swinging for the fences with a right that Connor ducks. As Hijo turns to face Connor he is met with a stiff kick to the side of his leg.* TH: Mackenzie looking to perhaps try and decrease de BRB's manueverability early on.JK: It's going to take more then a few weak kicks to affect those tree trunk legs.*Connor gives another kick as Hijo grits his teeth and moves forward, catching Connor's leg as he attempts a third kick. Connor hops, trying to build enough momentum but doesn't have time as Hijo moves to pull Connor to him and wraps his arms around him before hitting a hard belly to belly side slam.* JK: Yes! It's the end already!TH: Dear lord! I can't tell if the rumbling I felt is coming from outside or from the impact of that side slam! *Hijo goes for the pin. One! Tw-Kickout! Connor lets out a cough as he rolls to his side Hijo takes a knee, eyeing Connor with a grin. Connor grits his teeth as he gets up, leans back and lets a loud chop go against Hijo's chest. Hijo seems to back up but for the most part seems unphased as Connor winds back and hits another which causes Hijo to back up one more time but seems to shrug the chop off.* TH: Baw gawd, those are some of the hardest chops I think Mackenzie has ever given but it's doing nothing to that behemoth!*As Connor goes for one more chop, Hijo grabs him and lifts a knee up into Connor's mid-section, causing him to stumble back.* JK: Haha! God I'm enjoying this! BRB must be grinning like a cheshire cat backstage right now! *Taking the oppurtunity, Hijo grabs Connor's arm and irish whips him to the ropes. As Connor hits the ropes though, he extends his arm out, allowing Jason to tag in, McFloyd sees the tag and Connor rebounds off. Hijo lifts a leg, attempting a big boot but Connor baseball slides under it, causing Hijo to turn to find Connor but doesn't see Jason scale the turnbuckle. Connor launches himself at Hijo's legs as Jason latches onto to his head, hitting a one-handed bulldog as Connor takes the lower half to get Hijo down.* TH: And what a display of teamwork there by Jason Allen and Connor Mackenzie, the big man is down for the first time tonight!*Connor rolls under the bottom rope and moves to his corner as Jason gets up. Hijo does as well, looking only slightly phased from the impact. Jason immediately closes in as Hijo is still only on one knee, sending a swift right, followed by a left, right-left-left combination. The large man takes the shots, his head rolling back a bit but comes back to look at Jason. Jason spins then, looking for a backfist to keep his opponent reeling but Hijo catches the arm, knocking it aside before hitting a brain chop on Jason, sending him reeling, momentarily dropping to a knee before getting back to both feet. As he does, the rumbling outside gets louder, the sounds of synthesized yelling slightly audible to the crowd in the arena who keep switching from the action in the ring to look in the direction of the sounds outside.* TH: I certainly hope we don't see too much action in the ring. At least as far as the robot versus robot variety.JK: Bah! Might I just remind everyone though, the WWCF is not responsible for damages sustained to attendees vehicles that may be park at the Parts Unknown Arena parking facility. *As Jason gets his feet under him, he feels a large hand grasp the top of his head and clench. Jason's hands moving to try and pry it off as Hijo locks in a brain claw, forcing Jason down to a knee as Hijo moves his free hand to his wrist to give himself move leverage. Connor slaps the turnbuckle, getting the crowd behind Jason who is continuing to try and pry the hand off but can't seem to budge it.* TH: The Brainbuster trying to muster the strength to get out of this predicament but I fear it may be for naught.JK: Your damn right! De BRB looks like his hands could crack coconuts, Allen's brain must feel like a walnut in a nutcracker right now!*Hijo seems to relish the position he has put Jason into but Jason grits his teeth, and instead of trying to pry the hand off, now grabs onto Hijo's wrist and manages to get both feet under him before pulling himself up to Hijo's arm, twisting himself as best as he can and causing the much larger man to lose his grip on Jason's head as Jason puts Hijo in an armbar while the big man is still standing. Not prepared for the shift in weight, Hijo tries to catch himself but is put to a knee as it is now him trying to pry Jason off of his arm.* JK: What! An armbar! How the hell!TH: And Jason Allen with some ingenuity here to use his wits here!*The large man grabs onto the top rope, calling for McFloyd to step in, forcing Jason to break the hold. As Jason relinquishes it however, Hijo grabs Jason's head and sends him soaring over the top rope and crashing into the guard rail. McFloyd is quick to admonish the large man who merely looks on as if unimpressed by the small man's words. Connor meanwhile starts to enter the ring but McFloyd stops him, telling him to go back to his corner as Hijo climbs over the top rope thanks to the distraction and drops to the floor.* TH: Oh of all the low down...JK: Haha! I didn't know Jason Allen could fly!*Just as King finishes the sentence, a loud crash is heard as Starscreams head if forced through a service entrance door then pulled out roughly. More commotion is heard before another thud is heard, then another before the sounds of retreat by the Decepticons causes a cheer to rise up from the crowd. The service door opens and the form of Optimus Prime enters, looking about the crowd before making his way to a designated spot near ringside.* OP: My apologies for any interruption. We were not expecting a surprise attack by the Decepticons but rest assured, the area is now safe. Thank you once again for the invitation that was extended to me by the WWCF.JK: Oh great. It talks.TH: Our warmest welcome to you Optimus Prime, you're just in time to see the the action unfold.*Hijo takes a moment to look at the incoming giant robot, his mask hiding most of his features so no one is able to get a good idea of what he may be thinking but the robot returns the look, eyeing the large human who picks Jason Allen up and proceeds to whip him against the side of the ring. Jason stands, spawled as Hijo then sloppily hoists him up and puts Jason laying half in the ring, his upper half sprawled under the bottom rope and dangling over the edge.* TH: Jason Allen has certainly taken quite a bit of punishment thus far.JK: Heh, you ask me it's deserved for what he and Mackenzie have been putting our esteemed Majority Shareholder through. OP: If I may interject Jesse King. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings and these two men you speak of have merely been voicing their concerns with a leader who has made some very questionable decisions. It is certainly not something to be taken lightly given these dark times.JK: You...watch the show? *audible gulp* OP: I and many other autobots. Though we are still rather perplexed by the one named The General of the Monkey Army. Does he in fact have an army of monkeys? If so, perhaps they would be able to aid us in-JK: Uh yeah...not gonna happen. Uh oh, looks like Allen's in for some more pain!*Hijo seems to measure Jason up, then gets onto the apron before taking a few steps and leaping into the air. Bringing his legs out, he attempts a legdrop but Jason rolls out of the way as quickly as he can, causing Hijo to land hard on his bottom.* TH: And Allen with still enough sense of mind to get out of the way. No doubt that would have knocked any wind left in his sails.*The big man clutches his backside limping visibly as Jason is still catching his breath and still positioned under the ropes. Hijo moves under the bottom rope, catching Jason's ankle as he was looking to try and get up to move to Connor who was desperately calling for a tag but the large man laughs, holding Allen in place.* OP: This Hijo De Boiler Room Brawler seems to take a certain amount of pleasure in his opponents pain. It is a trait I seldom see in humanity and I must say, it is one I am glad to not see often.TH: On that I believe we can agree Optimus.JK: EEeyuk, it's bad enough I have to listen to this sort of thing week in and week out from Hoss. Now I have to hear it in stereo.*Pulling on Jason's leg, Hijo hauls Allen back away from the corner and gives him a clothesline from behind. Eyeing Connor Mackenzie, the bigger man turns his attention back to Allen as he hoists him up, pushing him into the opposite corner of Connor. Standing in front of Jason, Hijo sends a vicious shot to Jason, then another, and another as the crowd can't help but count. Jason gets his hands up however and as Hijo winds back to hit a fourth punch, Jason uses the chance to break away. Hijo attempts to send a leg up to stop him but Jason latches on and in desperation spins hard into a dragon screw legwhip which topples Hijo in the corner.* TH: And Allen with the desperation legwhip! No doubt now that De Hijo might be feeling a bit of discomfort in that leg given the punishment sustained so far in this match.JK: You ask me Hijo could still take both of them even if he was hopping on one foot.*Both men are on the mat, Jason looking up at the ceiling as Hijo checks on his knee, grimacing slightly as he starts to get to his feet. Jason rolls to his stomach, seeing Connor and looking back to see the large man to one knee before Jason starts to get up, trying to move to Connor but Hijo grabs onto the waist of Jason's tights, pulling him back and causing Jason to turn to face his opponent. Hijo latches a hand onto Jason's throat, readying a choke slam. As Hijo lifts Jason up however, Jason holds on and swings, sending his feet into Hojo's knee and causing it to buckle, allowing Jason to break free and leaping out and tagging Connor's extended hand.* TH: And the Digital Dragon is set to take to the air!JK: No damnit! I hate it when he does that! OP: Be advised Jesse King, Connor Mackenzie is taking a risk, but at the same time attempting to get the higher ground accessibility for an aerial offensive that could be-JK: Duly noted...and ignored! OP: Sadly I will never understand the human need to act in such a manner.TH: Sadly Optimus he is like that with everyone.*As Hijo starts to look up, he is met with a flying Connor who has springboarded off the top rope and connects with a flying Superman punch which causes Hijo to stumble back slightly. Connor keeps the offense on with another chop to the big man's chest, then another to keep the big man reeling. Connor lets out a yell and runs for the opposing ropes, rebounding off however he is caught in a choke grip. Connor strains, struggling to get free and just as Hijo looks to lift him up, Jason Allen comes in to hit Hijo with a quick dropkick to his injured knee. As Hijo goes to one knee again, Connor shakes out the cobwebs and he and Jason Allen both latch onto the large man's head, readying him as the partners look to each other and then lift up, getting the big man into the air, then hitting a double-team brainbuster* TH: Namesake! A double-team Namesake! This could be it!*The two men drag Hijo away from the ropes and Connor goes for the pin. One! Two! Three! Lloyd McFloyd calls for the bell and holds up the two men's arms as they celebrate their victory with loud yells.* MM: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen and "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!TH: Bah gawd these two men took some hits but have managed to come out the better. OP: A most impressive display of tenacity and determination. I would be honoured to fight along their side.TH: High praise coming from the leader of the Autobots here tonight folks! Perhaps he is seeing a light for the WWCF's darkest hour?JK: Oh lord! I've heard less corny things out of fortune cookies! OP: Jesse King, Timothy Hoss, I thank you for allowing me to be present for this premier match of the evening but I fear that I must depart. There is still a chance that Megatron and the Decepticons could return should I remain and I do not wish to put you and your most energetic audience in any further danger. So I shall take my leave, but know that you and all of humanity shall be under our ever vigilant protection. Autobots! Transform and Roll out!*With that, Optimus rises up and transforms, rolling out of the service entrance.* JK: O.K...maybe that was cornier.*Back in the VIP Lounge* [/color] Mister Burns: You call those stakes? In my day, we fought over getting tarred and feathered. Seto Kaiba: “Envoy of Chaos?” Sounds like one of my cards. Put me down for Mister Dupoe. Shere Khan: I only hear “Crippler” to know the right man to choose. Caleb Fourchon. Lex Luthor: Chaos versus Cajun. Why is this even being asked? Jeremy Dupoe. Giovanni: You all scorn a gator-man, but any man who fights beasts by himself even as a hobby is no one to mess with. Caleb Fourchon. Mister Burns: Uh… Caleb Fourchon. Here’s a penny ante.BRB: I’ve had my eye on those two for a while, and I think Dupoe has a bigger picture to look at. Dupoe. [/color][/quote]
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 20, 2012 1:46:28 GMT -5
[glow=black,1,800]THE ANIMATED PAY PER VIEW[/glow]
[glow=black,1,800]Jeremy Dupoe versus Caleb Fourchon[/glow] Written by Hoss Fan MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Dulac, Louisiana, and weighing 252 pounds: Caleb Fourchon! * “Circus Envy” by REM plays over the Parts Unknown Arena speakers. Fourchon appears on the stage, a large lumpy bundle of white feathers slung over his shoulder.* TH: Since his return to the company Caleb Fourchon has been railing against the other WWCF superstars, accusing everyone on the roster that they are all on some kind of controlled substance, while he himself is clean. JK: And you know what, Gorilla: I’m starting to believe him. Why didn’t any of the wrestlers taken him up on his Piss Test Challenge last week at Nite Raw? *Caleb slowly stalks his way down the ramp, eyes focused on referee John Creed.* TH: Because they are already screened thoroughly by this company as per its comprehensive Wellness Policy? Because they didn’t want to expose themselves on live television? JK: Excuses, excuses. *When Caleb reaches the ring apron he takes the shapeless downy mass and pushes it under the ropes before rolling in after it. Instead of the usual circuit around the ring he unfolds what he brought with him.* JK: It’s a chicken suit made from cartoon feathers! *Climbing the nearest turnbuckle, Fourchon shows off his stitchwork to the crowd. TH: Holy Moses Malone, that sicko did it. He actually did it. I assumed that You Tube clip of Caleb and Foghorn Leghorn at the airport was a stunt, but it’s clear this animal has kidnapped and mutilated a beloved animated icon and made a costume out of him! JK: Foghorn Legorn beloved? Give me a break. I always hated him, picking on that poor dog all the time. Besides, who’s to say that blowhard didn’t willingly give up his feathers? *Suddenly- “THAT IS NOT DEAD WHICH CAN ETERNAL LIE. AND WITH STRANGE AEONS EVEN DEATH MAY DIE!!!”* JK: Brr. Gives me chills every time I hear it. *Caleb, too, becomes more subdued as the eerie pronouncement echoes through the the stadium. Pyro strikes the stage in impressive fashion. Rising up from a hole comes a cloud of billowing fog, followed closely by a transmorgified Jeremy Dupoe and his valet, Ophelia Shadowgail.* MM: And his opponent, accompanied by Ophelia Shadowgail, from Arkham, Massachusetts and weighing 210 pounds: Jeremy Dupoe!!! *The Envoy of Chaos gives one last glance at the book he is reading before slamming it shut. Shadowgail, meanwhile, appears to be in some form of trance. A massive 20 foot wall of flame erupts behind the pair as they walk down the ramp to the music of Vernian Process’s “Unhallowed Metropolis.”* TH: Dupoe and Caleb Fourchon have been at odds in recent weeks, ever since Caleb attacked him during a match where they were tag team partners. *The macrocelphalic cultist gives the crowd imperious glares through his saucer sized peepers as he strides towards the ring. After sneaking one last peek in the tome he carries, he sets it down by his turnbuckle and climbs the steps into the ring.* JK: The rivalry continued to heat up when Caleb accused both Dupoe and his subordinate, Mario Nett, of abusing narcotics. Jeremy scoffed at the notion and called Fourchon the Missing Link, which is flat out ridiculous, because that guy’s dead. TH: I don’t think Dupoe was referring to the wrestler, King. JK: Oh. I knew that. *The pyro explodes a second time. The tower of flame rises again. Walking through the fire, to move ominously towards the stage, are four robed and hooded figures.* TH: These must be the people who approached Jeremy Dupoe and offered their services in his match against the Cajun Crippler. JK: Awesome! Four more weirdos. This is going to be an absolute clustersmurf, and I can’t wait! TH: Referee John Creed is definitely going to have his hands full tonight if he hopes to keep order. *Dupoe waits until his minions each take a corner, before finally confronting Caleb. Fourchon smirks and tries taunting the Envoy of Chaos with the chicken suit, which Jeremy nosells. Creed admonishes Fourchon and makes him to go to his corner and leave he costume on the ring apron.* JK: Jeremy Dupoe doesn’t look to keen on the prospect of wearing that suit once the match is over. TH: I’d say it’s more he isn’t too concerned. *Creed calls for the bell. The two men rush each other and begin trading punches. Dupoe gets the upper hand, rocking Fourchon with a flurry of blows to the head with his forearms.* JK: Those are some devastating strikes by the Envoy of Chaos. *Fourchon backs up, putting himself between the ropes. The ref tells Jeremy to hold up. Warily, Caleb straightens.* TH: It’s clear Fourchon didn’t expect his smaller opponent to pack such a wallop. *Caleb raises his arm to initiate a test of strength. Dupoe feigns compliance, but then kicks his foe in the gut. He then puts him in a standing side headlock.* TH: A cheap shot by Jeremy there. JK: Maybe, but we both know Caleb isn’t above doing the same kind of stunt. *Dupoe transitions the hold into a takedown. Lateral press. One! Caleb kicks out. Both men get to their feet and tie up. Fourchon out muscles Jeremy and applies a wristlock, then gets behind him to switch to a hammerlock. After a struggle Dupoe breaks the hold with an elbow to the face. He tries to whip Fourchon to the corner but Caleb reverses it. Jeremy stops short of the ringpost and floats over the charging Fourchon. He crashes shoulder first into the uncushioned part of the pole. Dupoe locks his arms around Caleb’s waist and German suplexes him out of the corner. Bridging cover. One! Two! Caleb kicks out.* JK: Excellent suplex there by Jeremy Dupoe. *Dupoe gets to his feet and applies a shoulder hold on Fourchon’s afflicted appendage. He wrenches his arm back mercillessly, using leverage to keep Caleb on his knees. Creed bends down to check on Fourchon to see if he submits. Caleb grunts no. He then points his free finger in the direction of one of the four cultists. When the ref turns to look, the Cajun Crippler rakes Dupoe’s eyes. [/color] JK: Ouch. With those bug eyes that had to hurt. TH: Given what is no doubt under Fourchon’s nails, Jeremy Dupoe might want to consider geting a tetanus shot once the match is over. *Jeremy stumbles back and clutches at his face. Fourchon, meanwhile, slithers out of the ring, favoring his injured shoulder.* JK: Caleb’s arm must be bothering him. That’s going to severely limit his offense. *The Crippler stays outside. He begins windmilling his injured arm to work out any kinks, not paying attention to Creed’s insistence he return to ring, instead focusing on the cultists on either side of him. Finally, Dupoe recovers and charges at Caleb. He dives between the ropes and lands on him, mounting Fourchon and punching at him wildly.* TH: A Thesz Press to the outside! *Dupoe whales on his opponent for several seconds. He stands to roll back into the ring to break up Creed’s count out. Returning to the outside he grabs Fourchon’s injured arm and flings him to the barricade. Dupoe then pulls him up and pushes him into the ring. He enters between the ropes, rolls him towards the center, and covers him. One! Two! Caleb gets an arm up!* JK: Jeremy Dupoe has really been dominating this match so far. TH: He’s a dangerous man, no doubt. *Pulling Caleb up, Jeremy shoots him towards the ropes, hoping to catch him on the rebound with a high knee. Fourchon is able to grab the top rope to stop his momentum. Dupoe stomps towards him, but is turned away by a desperation throat thrust uppercut. Caleb pursues, clubbing the Envoy of Chaos on the back and neck with his forearm, knocking him down. He drops a knee on the small of his back, grabs Dupoe’s arms and legs, and falls backwards, lifting Jeremy and bending him across his knees.* TH: Nice transition into a bow and arrow hold by Fourchon. *Jeremy fights and escapes the submission. He flops onto his stomach and begins to gasp for air. Caleb rises and lifts Dupoe for an abdominal stretch.* JK: Caleb’s really working on Jeremy Dupoe’s core now, probably to soften him up for the Cocodrie Clutch. *After several long, agonizing moments, Dupoe is able to get his elbow up enough to strike Caleb in the mush. Fourchon releases the hold. Jeremy turns and punches Caleb some more, then whips him to the ropes. When Fourchon caroms back he’s hit by a high knee. Cover. One! Two! Kickout!* TH: Another solid strike from Dupoe. *Jeremy lifts Caleb up onto his shoulders. Powerbomb. Another cover. One! Two! Shoulder up. Dupoe shakes his head in disgust and goes for a piledriver, but Fourchon doesn’t budge. Jeremy pounds on his foe’s back and tries again. Caleb still doesn’t go up. Finally the Envoy of Chaos reverses his strategy and DDTs him. Cover. One! Two! Weak kick out!* TH: Jeremy Dupoe is beating the bejeezus out of Caleb Fourchon, but the Cajun Crippler won’t stay down. *Grabbing Caleb by the arm, Jeremy drags him towards his corner. He slowly lifts and positions Fourchon into the Tree of Woe.* JK: Looks like Jeremy’s going to finish this match with the Sacrifical Dagger! *Dupoe gives Caleb one last kick to the gut before mounting the ringpost. He sits on the top turnbuckle and edges forward.* TH: Caleb Fourchon is about to have his head stomped into mush! *Just as Jeremy is about to leap down onto his opponent, Caleb, caught in the ropes, sits up and pushes Dupoe off the turnbuckle! The crowd hollers as Dupoe falls backwards to the outside, just narrowly missing the steel steps behind him.* TH: Good Gravy, that was close! JK: I hope Dupoe’s OK. That spill was nasty. *Ophelia rushes over to check on Jeremy, who isn’t moving. Creed stays in the ring. Caleb manages to free himself from the Tree of Woe and flops onto the canvass. He gives Dupoe and glance and crawls over to the ref, tugging on his pants sleeve. When he has Creed’s attention he points at Jeremy and holds up ten fingers.* TH: Caleb is telling referee John Creed to start a count out. JK: He’s right. Creed needs to stop rubbernecking and do his job! *Creed does just that. One! Dupoe still isn’t moving. Two! Caleb inches away from the ref and is now on his hands and knees. Three! Dupoe flops over onto his back. Four! Caleb crawls towards his corner. Five! Ophelia cradles Dupoe’s head in her lap. Six! Caleb gets to his feet. Seven! A figure rappels down from the rafters into the ring!* JK: What in the world?! TH: That’s Mario Nett! *Nett grabs Creed from behind and covers his mouth. A split second later both a shooting back up towards the roof, disappearing from view.* TH: John Creed had been abducted by Jeremy Dupoe’s minion mid count! *On cue, the quartet of hooded cultists crawl into the ring. They advance towards a unsuspecting Caleb, who has his back to them.* JK: Caleb is clueless, about Nett, about Dupoe’s mystery partners, everything! *Fourchon has limped towards the corner to pick up the chicken suit. He holds it up for the screaming fans to see. Finally, he turns, stopping dead in his tracks as he sees the forces allayed against him. Caleb’s smirk vanishes.* TH: I don’t like the looks of this. *The arena fills with ominous laughter and Jeremy Dupoe sits up. He points a finger at Fourchon. The cultists remove their hoods.* JK: It’s Deathstr- er, Slade from Teen Titans! And Mojo Jojo, the archenemy of the Power Puff Girls. Dib from Invader Zim! And the worst of the worst: Cartman! TH: Dupoe has aligned himself with some truly despicable characters! *The toons rush Fourchon. The Cajun Crippler fights back, big booting Slade and delivering a wicked bionic elbow to Cartman, but the other two dogpile on him. Soon all four attack.* TH: What a beat down! *Dupoe, with Ophelia’s aid, reenters the ring. They join in stomping a mudhole into Fourchon. Dupoe pulls him up and hits a brainbuster on the apron, whispering something into his foe’s ear before dropping him.* TH: Sanity Breaker! *The four cartoon characters gather Fourchon up and stuff him into the chicken suit. Then they exit the ring along with Ophelia. Dupoe motions upward. Creed, hogtied to a harness and with a bag over his head, is lowered down. Dupoe removes the bag, says something to the ref, and then makes the cover.* TH: This is insane! Dupoe had Creed snatched and now he wants him to rule in his favor! JK: We don’t know if that’s true. OK, Creed doesn’t know, which is all that matters. *Creed, feet dangling, looks around in utter confusion. He nods his head three times, and then spins himself towards the timekeeper to shout something.* TH: It’s over! MM: Here is your winner, Jeremy Dupoe!!! *Dupoe celebrates by mounting one of the turnbuckles while his followers genuflect around him from outside the ring.* TH: A dominant victory for the Envoy of Chaos, even if he had some outside assistance. JK: Maybe, but Dupoe has established himself as a significant threat in the WWCF tonight, someone who should not be taken lightly.*"White Washed" hits as the orderlies and security and Nurse Mary Harper escort Marshall Wesley Coventry to the ring as per the usual. This time, after they get him out of his straitjacket, they all surround the ring while Harper paces midway up the ramp while Coventry takes a mic after entering the ring:* MWC: OK, by now, I'm pretty sure all of you know why I am out here. But in case you didn't figure out yet, allow me to remind you of what's been going on.*On the Craptron, the footage of previous attacks from the masked man runs. The camera then cuts back to Coventry.* MWC: Well, apparantly, I'm the only one with the guts to come down to the ring and call out this lunatic.
Boiler Room Brawler may SAY he doesn't approve of the chaos that this freak has been causing, but I don't see him doing anything about it. Vanessa McVanillawafers isn't doing shit about it.
I think it's just a little bit strange even to me that it's the asylum resident, the one who routinely sends inmates to the infirmary because they think they can push me around, that decides to take a stand. You can't just keep letting someone decimate the whole roster unchecked!
So, now, I believe it is high time for me to do what I said I was going to do.
So you can either walk down here unlike the coward you are and I beat the hell out of you and rip your mask off and continue beating the hell out of you, or I can hunt you down, beat the hell out of, rip your mask off, and continue beating the hell out of you. Take your-*Suddenly, the lights go out.....and words start coming on the Craptron.* 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 *A slide show is played including: A picture is shown of Aaron Enigma beaten down backstage two weeks ago Pictures of The Punisher and Jonathan Michaels after the assaults on them from Lord of the Ring Showing a glass next to a bottle of poison The picture of Whitey's limo after a car runs into it A picture of El Hombre de Jazz holding his knee in pain A picture of "Teddy Roosevelt" on the floor motionless after falling from the stage A picture of Mario Nett in pain after having hot coffee splashed in his eyes* Eight have fallen.....Two To Go......The Rhyme Ends Tonight*The lights come back on. Coventry is unfazed and has a look on his face of "C'mon, I'm waiting," but he's facing the Craptron, and so he doesn't see a certain someone, this time wearing a Cobra Commander mask, crawl out from UNDER the ring and slide in unnoticed!* TH: Oh no! Coventry, behind you!JK: What, did you really think Richlen would grow eyes on the back of his head?*Coventry has gotten fed up with waiting and, still unaware, he turns around AND GETS BLASTED IN THE HEAD WITH A CROWBAR!!!!* JK: And, typical Richlen, he fails miserably!TH: DAMNIT, KING! Coventry may be seriously injured from that blow!JK: Considering this is Richlen we're talking about, how are we gonna be able to tell?*Coventry goes down HARD, but this does not go entirely unnoticed: Nurse Harper is already blazing back to the ring, and a couple of the more attentive orderlies dive in as well, but the attacker bails from the ring past the others, and before they can react, he's making good his escape as Harper checks on MWC, who is busted, dazed, and pissed.* *Back in the VIP Lounge* [/color] Mister Burns: That was my lucky penny... Lex Luthor: Luck has nothing to do with it. It’s all about foresight and acting on it. Seto Kaiba: Indeed. Shere Khan: A minor setback. Giovanni: An underestimation on my part. BRB: Well, it’s time for the Freakin’ Awesome Championship. El Hombre de Jazz or Vincent Van Agony?[/color] Seto Kaiba: I know what cards you play with, Brawler. He’s one of your direct employees, of course you’ll try to rig this in his favor. Vincent Van Agony for me.Shere Khan: Good thinking, Kaiba. Put me down for Vincent Van Agony. In fact, put me down for double. BRB: I like the way you think. Viva for me too.[/color] Mister Burns: There is something noble and traditional in this “El Hombre de Jazz’s” style I like. Probably the amount of backbreaking work my father could get out of his ilk. El Hombre de Jazz. Lex Luthor: I’m going for El Hombre de Jazz too. A man standing up to a man with greater power to put him in his place? I admire that. Giovanni: I recall him being a Television Champion, not a rebel, but just in case it is his higher calling… No. Put me down for Viva. BRB: Excellent. [/color] [/quote]
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 20, 2012 1:47:05 GMT -5
[glow=black,1,800]THE ANIMATED PAY PER VIEW[/glow]
[glow=silver,1,800]Freakin' Awesome Championship El Hombre de Jazz versus Vincent Van Agony[/glow] Written by Boiler Room Brawler TH: The Animated Pay Per View is on fire tonight, and up next it just might explode!JK: That's right, WWCF Galaxy - Vincent Van Agony will defend the Freakin' Awesome Championship for the very first time against El Hombre de Jazz.TH: Boiler Room Brawler and his betting buddies seem to be putting a lot of chips into this one and it's been months in the making.JK: Vincent Van Agony has seen nothing but success since he took over Whitey, Inc, and El Hombre de Jazz, he's a fool for thinking that he can defeat Viva so soon after a leg injury.TH: If El Hombre de Jazz is lucky, this match will be Rules of Honor.JK: So just to recap for the folks at home: the Hardcore Championship and the Championship of Honor were merged together by Vincent Van Agony into the Freakin' Awesome Championship.
The core rules generally are simple: contestants are faced with the choice to shake hands at the beginning of the match.
If all contestants shake hands, the match is wrestled under Rules of Honor.
If no contestants shake hands, the match is wrestled under Hardcore Rules.
If some contestants shake hands, the match is wrestled under Rules of Honor within the ring, and Hardcore Rules outside of the ring.
No matter the rules though, contestants must pin, submit, or knockout all opponents to win the match.TH: It should be a tad simple tonight as there are only two contestants, but we'll see what the future holds.JK: Well let's get to it!MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Freakin' Awesome Championship!*Irakere - Yemaya* *El Hombre de Jazz walks out with Ryan Bergman behind him...* TH: Tonight also puts to rest, once and for all, that El Hombre de Jazz is not in fact Ryan Bergman as the WWCF Galaxy once thought.JK: I hate it when I'm wrong.MM: Introducing first: the challenger. Weighing 87kg and hailing from South of the Border, Mexico. El Hombre... DE... JAZZ!TH: More importantly, this also seems to mean that Boiler Room Brawler took a page out of Bergman's book with El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler.JK: Don't let him hear that.TH: Can a WWCF veteran in his corner and peptalk from animated heroes help El Hombre de Jazz overcome a recent leg injury and Vincent Van Agony?*No World For Tomorrow - Coheed and Cambria* *A parade of Foot Clan Soldiers walk out to line up the sides of the entrance ramp.* JK: Ha! I think Boiler Room Brawler's style rubbed off onto Viva in turn!TH: Vincent Van Agony pulling all of the stops tonight with the Foot Clan.JK: He probably wants to skip shaking hands and make it a Hardcore Lumberjack match!TH: El Hombre de Jazz had better be cautious.*Vincent Van Agony walks out onto the stage holding the Freakin' Awesome Championship over his head. He is accompanied by Bobby Generic, who rides his tricycle behind Viva.* MM: Now entering the ring from Hayward, California. Weighing 195lbs, he is your Freaking Awesome Champion: Vincent. Van. AGONY!TH: What kinds of tips will one Robert Generic be able to give Viva?JK: He's probably been in a few schoolyard fights by this point. I hear he even has martial arts training.TH: Now that both men are in the ring, it's time for the handshake.JK: Don't be a fool, Viva. Don't shake hands, just clobber him!TH: Both men are looking to their corner men for advice...
Bergman says shake hands.JK: He has that "class act" facade to keep up.TH: Bobby Generic seems to be into shaking hands too.*El Hombre de Jazz and Vincent Van Agony walk up to each other and look each other in the eye, raising their right hands...* TH: Referee Will Alphonzo waiting to make the rules call...*El Hombre de Jazz and Vincent Van Agony shake hands.* JK: Viva, you fool!TH: A show of mutual respect. Hopefully the match lives up.MM: The contestants have shaken hands: the following contest will be wrestled under the Rules of Honor!*Referee Will Alphonzo calls the bell. Viva and EHdJ immediately split and circle each other...* TH: This is the match that will set the tone for this championship.JK: Well, not exactly - this is the only one that will have cartoon characters to my knowledge.TH: Here comes Viva...
But nice sidestep by El Hombre de Jazz.JK: Good idea by Viva - take him out by the legs. Good tip from Bobby Generic.TH: Viva goes for the legs again...*EHdJ leapfrogs over Viva, then runs for the opposite ropes...* TH: Jazz on the rebound... dropsault!*Viva stops short of EHdJ, so EHdJ lands on his back...* JK: Ha ha! Viva for the pin!TH: 1!
2!
And a kickout!JK: That was almost over before it started!TH: Viva has El Hombre de Jazz by the leg!
Elbow drop!JK: And Vincent Van Agony goes to work. This match won't be over soon.TH: But one good kick from El Hombre de Jazz's good leg keeps Viva at bay.
An overhand chop to Viva! Irish Whip!
And he catches him with a monkey flip!JK: Viva has the ever so slight weight advantage, if I remember my metric system, and he'd best use it.TH: Viva slipping out of the ring. He has to the count of twenty to return!JK: He clearly needs a few words with Bobby Generic. Say... do you think he's related to Fred?TH: No clue. Fred isn't animated...JK: I wonder if El Hombre de Jazz will brave the Foot Clan surrounding the ring.TH: If they do more than stand around I'm sure that Referee Will Alphonzo will eject them from the arena.JK: But do you think El Hombre de Jazz wants to risk that against a bunch of ninjas?TH: The clock is ticking before Vincent Van Agony must return to the ring. El Hombre de Jazz takes a breather and get some advice from Ryan Bergman...JK: Viva is using his time well. I think I get why he chose to shake El Hombre de Jazz's hand now...TH: Viva returning to the ring; El Hombre de Jazz giving him space.JK: We'll see if Viva gives him the same currency. El Hombre de Jazz needs to be more aggressive.TH: Another overhand chop to Viva, and another Irish whip to the ropes!
Spinning heel kick to Viva! Viva is down!*Viva kips up...* TH: Dropsault!
El Hombre de Jazz is in firm control of this match!
And the kip up!
Dropsault!
Look at him go! Viva can't stay up!
Senton splash to the midsection!
El Hombre de Jazz goes for the pin!
1!
2!
Viva gets the rope!JK: Viva needs to get his head into the game here. He just used one of his three rope breaks just to break a pin. He needs to prove that he is worthy of the very belt that he created by successfully defending it.TH: You're right about that, King. El Hombre de Jazz defended the TV Title week after week and proved his mettle in the ring, and it looks like he is on fire tonight.*EHdJ stands Viva up...* TH: El Hombre setting up for- An elbow to the face!
Viva with a double leg takedown, and he's going to town on El Hombre de Jazz's legs with those kicks!JK: There you go, Viva, there you go!*Viva, holding onto El Hombre de Jazz's legs, hops between them into a senton splash to EHdJ's midsection, and still holds on...* TH: Viva for the pin!JK: 1!
2!*EHdJ rolls backwards into a mounted position on Viva...* TH: El Hombre de Jazz reverses! Now he's laying into Viva with more of those overhand chops! JK: Viva had him there. Hopefully he can take back control of this match.TH: A kick to El Hombre de Jazz's face!JK: It says nothing about "closed-foot kicks to the face."TH: Viva with another takedown- wait, reversal from El Hombre de Jazz!*EHdJ uses Viva's momentum to send him against the ropes, to which Viva falls through to the outside...* TH: Viva to the outside again!JK: Maybe if he got some advice from Bobby Generic here.TH: You'd think a clan of ninjas would be more helpful than a kid, but...JK: Well he has to the count of twenty to return to the ring.*Viva walks around the ring, then slips into the ring.* TH: The Foot Clan keeps at bay for now…JK: Of course. Viva wants to retain the Freakin’ Awesome Championship after all, since it changes hands on a DQ loss. TH: But El Hombre de Jazz charges for Viva!
Viva to the second rope, he rebounds - A kick to El Hombre de Jazz's head! El Hombre de Jazz is rocked! *EHdJ dazedly spins around…* TH: And Viva hits the lungblower!JK: Now for the pin!TH: 1!
2!
He gets the kick out!*Viva lunges at EHdJ's legs with elbow drops/strikes...* JK: He's trying to keep El Hombre de Jazz grounded, he should have done that while there was ample distraction.TH: But it’s starting to pay off. El Hombre de Jazz missing the top rope and to the apron…JK: Get him, Viva! TH: A kick to the Freakin’ Awesome Champion’s face! *EHdJ leaps onto the top rope…* TH: A hurricanrana! El Hombre de Jazz hooks the leg!
1!
2!
Thr- Viva kicks out! *Viva uses his lower body to force EHdJ on his back…* JK: Viva reverses for a pinTH: 1!
2!
EHdJ kicks out! *EHdJ rolls onto his knees, then hops to his feet…* TH: And a dropkick to Viva’s face! JK: How can Viva stop El Hombre de Jazz? This is insane! TH: Insane perhaps, but he has to beat him by hook or by crook!
Whip to the corner!*Viva tumbles into a sitting position onto the turnbuckle…* TH: And El Hombre de Jazz is fast behind Viva! *Viva drops down to the apron as EHdJ dives for a punch and misses.* JK: Nice dodge by Viva. *Viva grabs EHdJ and slams him facefirst onto the top rope. EHdJ is blindly stumbles away, but Viva grabs EHdJ’s legs and face plants him to the mat…* JK: Viva taking control again. Face meet mat, Hombre! TH: Ooh! Viva with a vicious kick to El Hombre de Jazz’s leg. That hasn’t been healed for too long! JK: That’s the risk you have to take when you face Vincent Van Agony. TH: You have to risk being assaulted backstage? JK: The WWCF is the craziest promotion in the world, TH. You have to expect the unexpected.TH: That’s ridiculous, King. JK: Tonight, I’m willing to believe anything could happen. TH: El Hombre de Jazz is fighting back, and he doesn't seem pleased to see Viva milking that twenty...JK: But does he want a ninja beatdown? You picked the wrong time to leave the ring, Hombre...TH: Leave the ring? He was dragged out by Viva! JK: Hey look, it's a bird.TH: No, King it's a plane, the dome is opened tonight, remember?JK: No wait, it's a frog.TH: A frog?UD: Not bird, nor plane, nor even frog,
It's just little old me...*Underdog slams into the entrance ramp, causing a small crater...* UD: Un...derdog...TH: Here he comes to save the day!JK: That's Mighty Mouse, Gorilla, and if he lays a finger on Viva this match is over!*The Foot Clan leave El Hombre de Jazz to surround Underdog...* JK: Look at that moronic mutt, Gorilla. He's in way over his head, and I'm not just talking about his height!TH: Well if I know Underdog and the Foot Clan, I think this showdown will be quick...*The Foot Clan dive at Underdog with punches and flying kicks...* JK: Feel the Foot, you furry fool! They're practically... dogpiling him?TH: King. Come on now.JK: I couldn't resist.UD: You ninjas came here for a fight, but feel the power of Underdog's might!*Underdog forces all the Foot Soldiers off of him, scattering them around the place...* TH: Wait, did some of those Foot Soldiers... explode?JK: What? They're robots. You can destroy them guilt-free.UD: You are men on a mission, but now meet my Atomic Ray Vision!
TH: And Underdog is powering up his Atomic Ray Vision...
JK: Wait, he's insane to do that!
*Underdog blasts Foot Soldiers with his Atomic Ray Vision, blowing them up one after the other.*
TH: Looks like this match will be smooth sailing from here.
Jessie: Prepare for trouble!
James: Make it double!
TH: What the?
*Underdog and the Foot Clan pause as Jessie, James, and Meowth appear on the entrance stage, walking down the ramp with microphones in hand...*
*Team Rocket Theme*
Jessie: To protect the world from devastation!
James: To unite all peoples within our nation!
Jessie: To denounce the evils of truth and love!
James: To extend our reach to the stars above!
Jessie: Jessie!
James: James!
Jessie: Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light!
James: Surrender now or prepare to fight!
Meowth: Meowth, that's right!
Jessie: Underdog, you think you can rig this match for El Hombre de Jazz?
James: But you'll find that Team Rocket is made of sterner stuff than the Foot Clan!
*Jessie and James throw out pokeballs...*
[glow=violet,2,300]Aaarbok![/glow]
[glow=purple,2,300]Weezing![/glow]
JK: Ah! Are those allowed in the building?
TH: This match has descended into utter outside madness! El Hombre de Jazz and Vincent Van Agony can only muster the energy to watch!
UD: But you both made one oversight; your pocket monsters are no match for Underdog's might!
*Underdog breaths in deep...*
TH: Here comes Underdog's super breath!
Meowth: You foolish mutt!
James: Weezing's poison gas will be your undoing, Underdog.
[glow=purple,2,300]Weezing![/glow]
Jessie: And then you will be Arbok's dinner... after he bites you with his venomous fangs!
[glow=violet,2,300]Aaarbok![/glow]
UD: Oh no, I no longer have my Super Energy Pill! If I had that, I could fight on still...
*Underdog falls to his knees...*
JK: Now let's continue this match.
TH: Well, it looks like El Hombre de Jazz has something in his pocket there...
EHdJ: Escogose!
*EHdJ pulls out a Pokeball and throws it at Team Rocket, revealing...*
TH: Magikarp?
*Magikarp Splashes on the ground...*
JK: Ha! Sorry, Underdog, Team Rocket has your number!
*Magikarp continues to Splash on the ground...*
Jessie: Arbok; dinner time!
[glow=violet,2,300]Aaarbok![/glow]
*Arbok darts for Underdog as he coughs up Weezing's fumes. The remaining Foot Soldiers surround Underdog, ready to take him out in his weakened state...*
Bobby: Wait! Stop!
TH: Bobby Generic coming to the rescue?
Bobby: I came out here for a good wrestling match, and you came out here to cheat! My Mom and Dad tell me that that is wrong!
TH: Bobby Generic being the voice of reason!
*Bobby gets onto his tricycle and rides over to Underdog...*
Meowth: Shut up kid! We're here for business, and business is looking good!
JK: Yeah, listen to the cat... thing...
Bobby: I know what Underdog needs...
*Bobby pulls out a Super Energy Pill...*
JK: Hey, doesn't that violate the Wellness Policy?
Bobby: Underdog needs this Super Energy Pill or else he's a goner, but I know someone who can use it too...
Jessie: What are you doing?
James: Oh no! He's giving it to...
Team Rocket: Magikarp!
*Bobby feeds the Super Energy Pill to Magikarp, which Splashes around a couple of times before a flash of light bursts forth...*
JK: What's happening to Magikarp?
TH: I think it's evolving...
JK: Evolving? Into what?
[glow=yellow,2,300]Gyarados![/glow]
JK: What in the world is that?
TH: I don't know, but I'm afraid for these people's lives.
*Gyarados flies around the arena before landing behind Team Rocket, who turn around as it opens its mouth and charges a ball of energy inside...*
Meowth: Oh no!
Jessie: Oh no!
JK: Oh no!
James: Oh no!
MM: Oh no!
Bobby: Oh no!
TH: Oh no!
*A figure bursts through the Craptron and lands on the ramp...*
Kool-Aid Man: Oh yeah!
UD: That's what I need so my powers don't fade - the refreshing taste of Cherry Kool-Aid.
*Kool-Aid Man tosses a pitcher of Kool-Aid to Underdog, who catches it, laps it up, and is revitalized...*
UD: That hits the spot, I can finish my mission...
*Underdog leaps to Gyarados's side...*
UD: Which is to eliminate you villains with my Atomic Ray Vision!
*Gyarados lets loose with Hyper Beam. Underdog combines his Atomic Ray Vision with the Hyper Beam to form the Hyper Atomic Ray Beam. Team Rocket and the Foot Clan take to the sky from the blast...*
Team Rocket: Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off again!
Back at The Animated Pay Per View...
UD: Order is restored, my work here is done, Now I must leave, it sure has been fun...
*Underdog takes off.*
JK: Wait, wait, you destroyed the ramp and everything up to the ring!
UD: I am a hero who never fails; I cannot be bothered with such details...
*Underdog disappears into the night. EHdJ returns Gyarados to the Pokeball and hands it off to Ryan Bergman. Bobby gets back onto his tricycle and returns to Viva's corner...*
TH: What an incredible turn of events!
JK: Doesn’t matter, King…
TH: What do you mean?
*No World for Tomorrow – Coheed and Cambria*
MM: Here is your winner as a result of a Count Out and STILL your WWCF Freakin' Awesome Champion: VINCENT... VAN... AGONY!
TH: No! Viva slipped into the ring while El Hombre de Jazz was helping Underdog!
JK: And Bobby Generic played a good distraction! Viva, you clever bastard!
TH: No good deed goes unpunished, and El Hombre de Jazz suffered tonight.
JK: You need to keep your eyes on the prize at all times, Gorilla, and El Hombre’s ojos were diverted well.
TH: Look at Viva rubbing noogies into Bobby Generic’s head like he’s some family man. He didn’t win that belt, he only didn’t lose it tonight.
JK: Rules is rules, Gorilla. Viva better watch out though, because his next opponent will probably not shake hands to avoid the same fate as El Hombre de Jazz.
TH: El Hombre de Jazz came all this way with the TV Title, only to walk away empty-handed.
JK: Are you watching this, Connor Mackenzie? This will be your fate in the weeks to come, and it will be your fate even if you make it to the World Heavyweight Title.
TH: The finish aside, what a journey the first Freakin’ Awesome Championship match took us through, and The Animated Pay Per View is still young, with so much more animated action to come.
*Back in the VIP Lounge* Mister Burns: I’m surprised neither of those two is in here with us. BRB: Hey, they’re my employees. They have a job to do. I don’t care what money they have. [/color] Shere Khan: Could have been quite the betting pool though. No matter, I admire Square’s drive as of late, so put me down for him. Seto Kaiba: He’s a fool with self-entitled delusions of grandeur. Whitey Fats.Lex Luthor: I’ve met guys like Whitey Fats in my time. All of them not worth my time. Square. Giovanni: I can only put money down for someone who is about revolution. Square. BRB: I can’t honestly bring myself to put money down for Whitey Fats. Square for me, BRB. [/color] Mister Burns: A southern dandy wrestling a punk with an inheritance? I’ll take the Wrestling Messiah. BRB: All bets are locked, boys. I’m doing quite well tonight. [/color] Shere Khan: We’ll see how long that lasts…[/quote]
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