Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 2, 2012 17:17:53 GMT -5
[glow=Gold,2,300]World Heavyweight Championship[/glow]
Jonathan Michaels versus “The Punisher” Frank Castle
Written by The Punisher
Viva: I tell you something, I’m tired, grumpy, p*ssed off and ready to punch someone, Sam. Pray it isn’t you before the night’s out. The only thing I have to look forward to now is The World Heavyweight Champion finishing Jonathan Michaels’ career.
The Sam: Pish, my dear Vinnie while I’m a big fan of cuddly, lovable Frank, I’m not sure he can beat Jonathan Michaels. The guy has his career on the line for Pete’s Dragon’s sake. If that doesn’t motivate him, I don’t know what will.
Viva: At this point, I’m really hoping it’s something like a Taipei Death Match, or a barbed wire cage match, something where we go that extra mile and give all the kids nightmares.
The Sam: You play far too much Call of Duty don’t you?
Viva: Shut up and lets get to ringside.
Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our main event! The winner will be declared the FAWA World Heavyweight Champion, and if Jonathan Michaels should lose, his career will be over. Introducing the participanThe Sam:
*Wake Up by Rage Against the Machine plays as Frank Castle makes his way to the ring. He pauses as pyro ignites down the ramp, and he walks through it, flames licking at his shoulders as smoke billows into the upper reaches of the arena.*
MM: Coming down the aisle, from New York, weighing 297lbs, he is the FAWA World Heavyweight Champion, Frank Castle, The Punisher!
*Castle enters the ring, removes his coat and places his bag and title belt in the corner. He crouches down on his haunches and tightens the straps on his gloves, and waits for his opponent to arrive.*
*The arena goes dark and a huge firework display marks the arrival of the challenger at the top of the ramp.*
MM: And his opponent, and challenger.
*DOA by the Foo Fighters starts to a huge ovation, Jonathan Michaels appears. A huge golden wall of sparks illuminates him as he walks down the ramp and towards the ring.*
MM: Accompanied by Sara Nakatomi-Michaels, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 240 lbs, Jonathan Michaels!
*Jono leaps into the ring followed by Sara, as Castle waits passively in the corner, still tightening the straps on his combat gloves. Jono removes his jacket and Sara takes it, staring down Castle as Jono looks on at the champion with a confident air. Both men step into the centre of the ring and stare one another down as the big screen flickers into life…*
Ryan Blood: We're down to the main event now! Me and Seth were talking about what to choose for you guys, Frankie and Jono, and here's what we settled on.
*Blood gives the wheel a little tap so that it moves just one space, onto Cremation Match*
Ryan Blood: What I really like about this one is that I might not only see Frankie lose his title, but if he does I get to see him burn some more!
Seth Drakin: Holy crap.......whoever thought of this match is a genius.
*Seth looks at the camera, and gives a wink.*
Seth Drakin: Not even the fourth wall is safe from The Fallen!
*Blood gives the wheel a little tap so that it moves just one space, onto Cremation Match*
Ryan Blood: What I really like about this one is that I might not only see Frankie lose his title, but if he does I get to see him burn some more!
Seth Drakin: Holy crap.......whoever thought of this match is a genius.
*Seth looks at the camera, and gives a wink.*
Seth Drakin: Not even the fourth wall is safe from The Fallen!
Viva: A cremation match? Oh I like the sound of this.
*The Sam produces a fire extinguisher from under the announce desk and places a fire chief’s helmet on his head.*[/color]
Viva: Christ alive…
MM: As part of Wheel of Misfortune, this stipulation will require a participant to seal his opponent into a casket, and then set it on fire - by any means necessary.
*Muffer indicates to the top of the ramp, as Michaels and Castle look in the direction he’s pointing. Backroom staff wheel out a large pine casket on a trolley, then place eight gas canisters on either side of the casket. A final backroom member brings out two blowtorches, a collection of cigarette lighters and several books of matches and places them at the top of the entrance ramp.*
Viva: What the Hell are you doing?
*The Sam has adorned the announce desk with a toy fire truck and has the numbers “911” typed into his cell phone with his finger poised over the “call” button.*
The Sam: I’m taking precautions. One way or the other I think your friend and his playmate are going to end up turning this place into a toaster by the time the night is out.
Viva: Well, the place could do with some remodelling I admit, but…
Viva is cut off as Castle smashes his fist into Jono’s face. The challenger responds with a forearm blow to the face. The two of them then start trading punches and forearms, before Jono doubles the champion over with a kick to the gut. He rebounds off the rope and flattens Castle with a hard leg drop to the back of the neck, then rolls him over onto his back and starts to pummel him with punches to the face.
The Sam: Y’know, I could be wrong, but I don’t think Jonathan is too happy to see his nemesis, do you?
Viva: Frank has this in hand, all he’s doing is lulling Jono into a false sense of security, just you watch.
Castle brings a knee up into Jono’s groin, doubling over the challenger and forcing him to roll to one side. Castle rubs his jaw to work out the punishment that Jono has doled out on him. Rising to his feet, he plants a big boot in Jono’s midsection and then stomps on the back of his head. Her grabs the challenger by the hair and picks him up to his feet. He staggers him back to corner with a succession of uppercuts, and when Jono is pinned in the corner, drives his shoulder into his gut three times. An Irish whip to the opposite corner follows, with Castle delivering a big clothesline in the corner after chasing him in.
The Sam: Well I’m relieved they haven’t tried to burn each other to death yet.
Viva: There’s time. The night is young…will you take that stupid fire helmet off?
The Sam: You won’t be calling it stupid when I’m carrying you ass out of this burning building!
Viva: You will never carry my ass anywhere.
Castle hurls Jono over the top rope and he lands with a sickening thud. Sara goes over to tend to her husband, only for Castle to start stalking her. Sara stands her ground as the bigger man looms over. He doesn’t wear an amorous look, rather one of pure disgust. Sara stares him out, and Castle returns the glare, neither one moving. Jono though, has used the time to recuperate, and Sara moves, allowing he husband to spear Castle right into the steel steps.
Viva: Ow! I felt that! Come on Frank, put this joker out of business for good!
Jono follows up his surprise attack with a series of brutal kicks to Castle’s head while he’s prone next to the steps. The challenger straddles him, and delivers more punches, blasting Castle’s forehead, face, jaw and neck with heavy blows. Sara strides around the other side of the ring, and pulls back the apron. She grabs a floor brush from under the ring, pulls the head off, and hands the wooden shaft to her husband. Jono clubs Castle around the head with the wooden pole, then proceeds to beat him with it viciously around his upper torso and back. Castle goes down and Jono again puts the boots in. The challenger then grabs the bigger man by the hair and starts to drag him towards the casket. Castle realises what is going on and begins to resist, kicking out at Jono and propelling him towards the crowd barrier.
The Sam: That is…ugly. To his credit, Jonathan Michaels has given your boy a run for his money so far.
Viva: I keep telling you, it won’t last. Frank is a machine, he can keep on taking punishment and store it, conserve it, use it to drive him on, then he takes all that and fires it back at the guy who’s inflicted it on him, only tenfold, trust me, by the end of the night, Jonathan Michaels won’t know what hit him.
Castle gets back to his feet, only to be cracked over the back of the head by Sara, who is wielding the wooden handle. Castle shrugs off the blow and turns to face his attacker. Not expecting any resistance, Castle is ripe for a roundhouse kick in the head from Sara, which spins Castle around. Jono meanwhile has got back to his feet, and is brandishing one of the gas canisters with the cap off.
The Sam (muffled): I told you they were going to burn this place down! He’s not even waiting to put him in the casket!
Viva: What is that?
*The Sam turns to Viva, and is wearing full breathing gear with an Oxygen tank on the announce desk*
The Sam (muffled): Precautions my dear Vincent!
Viva: If this is what you do in case of fire I’d hate to see what the Hell you do when it’s time to get jiggy with the missus…
Jono douses Castle’s face with gasoline, blinding him. He then hits him full on with the three quarter full can of gas, knocking him to his knees. Jono then mounts the casket, and takes a running jump at Castle, connecting with a missile dropkick on the stunned Punisher. Jono walks over to his stricken foe, picking him up and hauling him over towards the casket. He tries, but he can’t lift the deadweight into the box. Sara comes over to try and help him, but neither of them can pick up the near 300lbs champion.
Viva: Ho ho, Jono, didn’t bank on this little problem now did you? Shall I call Triple A and get you a tow truck?
*Viva turns to The Sam, who now has a flashing blue light mounted on the desk and has mounted a “No Smoking” sign between him and Viva*
Viva: You know, this is not even funny anymore?
The Sam: It won’t be funny when you’re being fried!
Castle fights his way out of Jono and Sara’s grip. Dazed, he gets his bearings as Sara removes a shoe and belts Castle around the face with it. She goes to do it again, but Castle grabs the lid from the casket and uses it to block the blow. He then brings the wooden panel down hard on Sara’s head, knocking her unconscious.
Viva: Bout time someone shut her up for good. Forget giving him the title, Frank should get a medal for services to decent people! Now the harpy is out of the way, maybe we can get round to getting rid of Michaels too!
Jono sees his wife get blasted, and fights back with renewed vigour, hurling the still full canisters of gas as his opponent, who uses the casket lid to try and protect himself. Each can staggers Castle back a little more, before Jono waits for him to get up to his feet.
The Sam: I don’t like the looks of this Vinnie..
Castle uses the lid to steady himself, but it holding it in front of him when Jono smashes the Fade to Black against the wood, knocking it into Castle’s face and sending him flying into the casket. The Punisher looks out cold as Jono grabs the lid and puts it in place on top of the casket. He then struggles over to where one of the full canisters of gas lays, and after checking on Sara, slowly starts to make his way over to the casket. Castle remains inside as Jono douses the wood with gas.
Viva: Oh crap, come on Frank, it’s time Jono was forced outta here - come on!
Jono hobbles over to where the blowtorches and matches are. He grabs a book of matches and sits down on top of the casket.
The Sam: This is it, Jonathan Michaels has saved his career!
Viva: Hold on, I thought you worked for Brawler?
The Sam: I know, but I have shares in Nintendo - I’m a big Duck Hunt fan…
Jono breaks a match off a matchbook and gets ready to set the box alight, only to be unceremoniously thrown off by Castle, who uses a phenomenal amount of strength to lift the lid off with Jono sitting on top of it, and lever it to one side. Castle climbs out of the coffin, and Jono quickly lights the match and hurls it at his opponent, but instead of hitting the basket, it sets light to Castle’s T-shirt, which quickly spread to his hair and face. The Punisher screams as his skin starts to burn, and Jono charges him, trying desperately to hurl him into the casket. Castle lashes out wildly, knocking Jono back with a flailing right arm. He tears his T-shirt off his back and hurls it to the floor, while slapping at his head to put out the flames on his hair and face.
The Sam: This just got… Biblical! I’ve waited for ages to say that!
Viva: Please. Just. Shut. Up. Look, the biggest thing here is that Frank is doing what he’s promised, Michaels has hit him with everything he’s got and he’s still going - but I’m worried about those burns, that’ll only weaken him as he goes on.
Castle grabs a fan from the crowd and tears his coat off, using it to stop the flames. He stays down for a bit on his hands and knees, trying to recuperate. Sara begins to stir and Jono goes over to check on her. She urges Jono to go over and carry on his assault, to save his career. Jono picks up Castle charred T-Shirt and tears it in two, then goes over to the Champion and again begins pummelling him. He hurls him towards the steel ramp, and when there, drills his head into the metal with a vicious DDT. Castle is barely moving, The referee, who up until this point has let the two men go at it, begs Jono to try and put him in the casket again, so the match can be stopped, but he dishes out even more punishment on the champion, waiting for him to get to his knees, then blasting him across the face with a brutal Muay Thai kick, which sends Castle rolling back down the ramp in a crumpled heap.
The Sam: Jonathan Michaels is fighting for his life here Viva, and I don’t think your pal has much left in the tank.
Viva: The thing about Frank is that he won’t give up, no matter how hard Jono beats on him, he's never going to give up.
The Sam: Well it sure as Hell looks like he’s spent now.
Jono brings Castle back to the casket. He tips it off the trolley so it’s on the floor, and grabs The Punisher by the head. He tips his skull forward and drives a big knee into his face, knocking back into the casket. Jono grabs the lid and slams it shut on top of the champion. He this time goes for a blowtorch, to make sure of his victory.
The Sam: This is it! I bet Frank will be Hell to live with after this, won’t he Viva, your Friday night dinner parties will be awful after this!
Viva: I don’t believe it! I won’t believe it!
Jono picks up the blowtorch from the top of the stage and walks back to the casket, where Castle still has not moved. Suddenly Sara screams, and Jono turns round and walks into a huge lariat clothesline from El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler.
The Sam: Ho ho! The boss has an insurance policy up his sleeve all along, and it looks like he needed it, after all, your boy was getting his clock cleaned wasn’t he.
Viva: Shut up, I’m watching this.
EHDBRB stomps onto Jono’s downed form, knocking the wind clean out of him. Sara attempts to stop her husband’s attacker, but is driven into the floor with a huge choke slam. She lands with a sickening thud, as Jono slowly tries to get back to his feet. EHDBRB goes over to the casket and lifts the lid, picks up Castle, who is just starting to come round, and deposits him on the floor, shaking his head in disgust at the fallen champion. Jono just about gets to his feet, only to be scooped up in the air by the big Mexican, who power slams Jono into the casket so hard it nearly breaks apart. EHDBRB picks up the blowtorch and puts it in Castle’s hand, who is now slumped over the sealed casket.
Viva: Hold on a minute…
EHDBRB slams his hand down on top of Castle’s, igniting the blowtorch and setting the casket on fire, but also the champion as well, who is still groggy from the burns he received earlier. He slumps to the floor as the casket is on fire, with Jono still inside. The referee orders the bell to be rung.
The Sam: Well it needed Brawler’s number one guy to take out the blight on our organisation that is Jonathan Michaels, because your number one guy couldn’t do it.
Viva: I’m shocked, I’ve never seen Frank that badly beaten, but I can’t believe what just happened, Jonathan Michaels’ career is over, which I am gonna throw a street party over, but I think someone just made a power play for the World Heavyweight Championship, and that is what worries me the most.
MM: Here is your winner, and still FAWA World Heavyweight Champion, Frank Castle, “The Punisher!“
EHDBRB walks to the back with a chorus of boos ringing out throughout the stadium. Castle lies on the floor, wisps of smoke rising from his body, Jono can be heard screaming inside the casket as backroom staff race past the retreating brawler with fire fighting equipment, dousing the flames with foam. They help Jono out of the casket as he looks over at Sara, stricken on the floor, and realising he’s lost the match. He slumps to his knees, a look of physical and emotional pain on his face, his brow twisted in frustration and anger. He crawls over to his wife and slowly brings he round, she too is shocked by what has happened. He strokes he face gently to calm her and reassure her that everything will be alright.
The Sam: It’s just like the end of Gone with the Wind!
Viva: I wish you would go with the wind, as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, as EMT’s rush to Jono and Sara to tend to their injuries, a referee is explaining to a groggy Castle what happened as he hands him his title belt. Suddenly the referee is sent flying, Castle staggers to his feet, a look of hatred in his eyes. He pushes away medical staff as he walks over to Jono.
Viva: That’s it Frank, give him a good kicking, now he’s gone!
Jono shouts at Castle: “You happy now? Happy now I’m gone?”
Castle, bizarrely, replies: “Not like this.”
He leaves Jono behind, walking back up the ramp, a ball of seared flesh and hate. Jono helps Sara get to her feet, and with the assistance of the medical staff, starts to walk back to the stage. Fans cheer and weep simultaneously as the reality of the situation sinks in.
Viva: Well I’m not sorry to see him go, mouthy little ingrate.
The Sam: And here was me thinking that you loved him.
Jono and Sara look up at the big screen to see a deranged Punisher backstage, brandishing a fire axe, hacking down doors screaming for El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler to show his face.
The Sam: I could be wrong Viva, but I think your chum isn’t too happy at Hijo’s interference.
Viva: You see what a fine, upstanding guy Frank is? He wants to win, but he wanted to win on his own, this is just another reason why he’s a great World Heavyweight Champion. I wouldn’t want to be Brawler’s towel boy now, I can tell you that. By the way, didn’t he take that job off you?
The Sam: I’m getting tired of this, when we say goodnight tonight, we’ll settle this man to man.
Viva: Well in that case then, I’m gonna wrap things up and kick your ass. It’s been a great and shocking night folks, it’s gonna live long in the memory. Jonathan Michaels’ career is over, Thank God, now, excuse me while I teach this tool some manners. Goodnight everyone!
The Sam: *Erm…help?*
[glow=yellow,2,300]CREDITS[/glow]
Bergman
Boiler Room Brawler
Mr. Socko's Brother
Seth Drakin
Connor Mackenzie
Papa Smurf
The Punisher
Gus Richlen
The Sam