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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 7, 2013 0:30:35 GMT -5
I'll toss a hunk of meat to the hounds while I have their attention: No more Niteraws, no more Supercards. I'll be back later to explain more. While you're still waiting, here's some more info on my plan: Imagine something resembling a blend of supercards and weekly shows. There's bread and butter, but every show has something special lined up. These will generally be divided into what I'll call "seasons." For example, in January, it's "Lord of the Ring Season" of sorts. I've personally entertained the notion of calling them "series" in a more UK parlance, but same difference. This would also expand the big three titles (World Heavyweight, FAN Forums, Tag Team) to being defended twelve times a year again. Every title gets to main event on different weeks. It always bothered me when non-TV Title matches were booked on go-home shows. This is an attempt to give them all their due. Think about how Monday Nitro sometimes seemed to approach PPV-quality in presentation. Think about how RAW expanding to three hours has allowed for since damn good matches. My proposition would take the FAWA in a direction like that, but perhaps a little beyond. Gotta split, but there's still more I have to say.
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Post by The Man They Call Asher on Oct 7, 2013 8:07:44 GMT -5
Sorry the triple threat hasn't been done yet, I've been pretty busy trying to get shit set up so I can start looking for work.
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Post by Square on Oct 7, 2013 9:50:47 GMT -5
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Oct 7, 2013 10:00:12 GMT -5
I agree. As for the idea you have, BRB, I honestly do not like the idea of discarding the PPVs at all. I feel it makes the big matches feel a lot less special when they happen, which is why I don't like the three-hour Raws either.
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Post by Square on Oct 7, 2013 10:05:08 GMT -5
Huh, shit didn't mean to post. Was just being nosy and seeing how the old place is.
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Post by Waffel113 on Oct 7, 2013 15:21:18 GMT -5
Nice to see you though.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 7, 2013 16:25:15 GMT -5
Okay, just want to wait for the Triple Threat from Asher. Gonna add a couple of promos to it, contestants considered. That and I still need to add commentary to it.
I may may need until tomorrow to post the show. I might post an opening promo to have something, anything posted after all these weeks though.
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Post by The Man They Call Asher on Oct 7, 2013 16:28:41 GMT -5
I've gotta go to some job services deely in a bit, but when I get home from that I'll write the triple threat.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 7, 2013 16:55:22 GMT -5
Let's get this much belated party at least a little bit started, shall we?
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 7, 2013 16:55:47 GMT -5
NITERAW TH: Welcome everyone once again to another exciting edition of FAWA Niteraw. I'm "Gorilla" Tim Hoss and joining me on commentary as always is none other than Jesse King.JK: Happy to be here, Gorilla. The road to Gookermania is heating up as we speak and we ain't got time to waste.TH: No we don't King. We have a Triple Threat Match for the FAN Forums Number One Contendership. It's either gonna be Antihero, "Hollywood's Own" Michael Hayden, or the FAWA CEO himself, Jeremy Dupoe, who will take on William "The General of Wrestling" Anderson for his hard-fought title.JK: But that's not all because Tobias Madoc Kingsley will also defend his Television Championship against Scott Martin, one half of The Dream Team, the Tag Team Champions. Can he hold onto it? We'll find out.TH: Right after these commercials! See you there!*The lights shut off and yellow strobe lights begin to flash.* JK: Maybe not, Gorilla. Maybe not!*David McLaren strolls out wearing a black hoodie drawn down concealing some of his face.* TH: David McLaren is in the Parts Unknown Arena! JK: And it looks like he’s got Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa with him. *Alice follows close behind David, staring at him almost obsessively as he stops at the top of the ramp and kneels to one knee, looking out at the crowd and then down at the floor directly in front of him. Slowly he rises to his feet and pushes the hood back, showing his face as he walks to the ring, Alice in tow. She waits obediently as he ascends the ring steps up onto the apron and climbs up on the turnbuckle, stretching his arms out either side as she gazes up at him with a smile. He drops down into the ring while Alice fetches a microphone from the timekeeper’s area, making her way into the ring afterwards and handing it to him. MCLAREN: I'm out here tonight for one very simple reason. Hell I'm out here for the same reason we all show up here: I want to compete. And I'm not leaving this ring until the so called 'Envoy of Chaos' gets his ass out here so I can kick it for him. I'm done talkin'.*David drops the microphone, unzipping and taking off his hoodie, giving it to Alice as he turns to face the ramp. The Lights flicker and spray sparks as evil whispered words echo throughout the arena.* DUPOE: You are a fool David. A fool before an unstoppable, unavoidable monster. *Jeremy Dupoe descends from the rafters, mic in hand, and lands in the ring.* DUPOE: You see, dear boy, all you have done is strangle an easily brought back body guard, who I might add is quite pissed off, and fed a pathetic man who was doomed by fate to suffer as he fell, you can't stop me, there are five more seals to shatter, and then... Then this world is returned its rightful leaders, do you hear them? Do you hear the roars of the old ones haunting your dreams, waiting to devour your flesh and take your sanity? *Alice cowers behind David who stands his ground defiantly, he kneels down and picks up the microphone he dropped earlier and stares Jeremy Dupoe down.* MCLAREN: You want to know what I hear, Jeremy? Do you really wanna know?! I hear the ramblings of a delusional jackass who fancies himself the Devil. Your posturing and your magic tricks are impressive, and I know you can get it done in the ring. But let me make one thing perfectly clear to you: I am not afraid of you, and I never will be. You say the Old Ones want to devour my flesh and take my sanity?! Well here I am, open for business. I f***ing DARE you to step up and take a bite.DUPOE: Ah but it’s happening right now. You see it starts slowly, little anger here and there, then, oh then you start to hear the voices, then the visions begin, and then the dreams, the horrible, mind shattering dreams start, and...well...provided you aren't a drooling vegetable, shacked up in the loony bin, or dead, you start to see the world beyond, and, provided the citizens of Innsmouth don't kill you and use your bits as part of the next weeks potluck, you reach my level, as for you welcoming that, come to Miskatonic University, I have a book for you to read...but that’s beside the point, it would appear that you have a little problem with MY authority, care to explain or am I going to have to treat you like that detective at Devils Reef ?MCLAREN: You like to talk about all these dark places and mind-shattering horrors that will apparently fall on me, like I'm in over my head. But here's the thing: You're not the first to tell me that. A certain 'Hardcore Legend' told me that I didn't know what I was doing and what happened to him? I ended his career in front of nearly two thousand people in Philadelphia who all wanted to rip my god damn eyes out. I don't care about what the citizes of Innmouth want to do with my bits, and neither should you. You say you’re an unstoppable monster? Well hear this: You're lookin' in the eyes of the f***ing Terminator, Jeremy. I can't be bargained with, I can't be reasoned with and I absolutely will. Not. Stop until I've ended you.
And why? At first it was just about making a splash, I came here wanting to make a statement and I figured what better way to do that than toppling the current regime? But it's changed since then. If there's one thing I absolutely cannot stand, it is to be taken lightly. And what have you done since this began? You've laughed. And that makes my blood boil. So quite frankly, I just want to beat the shit outta you for pissing me off. And I'll do just that, whether it's right here right now, or in a couple of weeks at Gookermania. So what's it gonna be, Jeremy? This is the part where you get disappointed, you see i'm not wrestling tonight, or in regards to you, EVER, you see I have far more important things to do than destroy some piss-ant who has a superiority complex,you see you can't just walk into this company and expect to fight with the one of wrestling's, nay, THIS DIMENSIONS most dangerous man not to mention his army of followers,not even mentioning the members of the EOD that are throught the building hiding in the shadows, waiting in the crowd and even working the pyro, remember that house show in Night Vale? Just about everyone their was on my side. but hmmm... you made your way out here, you went to the time and effort to get your gear on get a mic etc... I can't just leave you all alone so you know what?*Dupoe snaps his fingers. The lights go out.* DISTURBANCE!BRB: Ha ha ha ha ha…*Fog emits on the entrance ramp. Black lights flood the arena and Disturbance!BRB rolls down on his black Segway, Jack Cain following behind him. Disturbance!BRB raises a microphone to his mouth.* DISTURBANCE!BRB: The High Priest is right, all too mortal McLaren. You come out here to defy prophecy, destiny that was written before you donned your boots and set foot in the FAWA Galaxy. Stand aside and let this company perish in the flames of the new age that approaches. More seals must be broken.
You fight a one man war against us McLaren. What, you have Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa on your side? I squashed him like a bug and I would gladly skip the snack bar to consume his soul before destroying yours.
Do you seriously believe you can stop us? You and what army, McLaren?*Disturbance!BRB is in the ring now, standing beside Dupoe with Jack Cain backing the both of them up. He grins, showing BRB’s gleaming teeth when Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa steps up and takes McLaren’s microphone.* BUROURAA: You speak wit great purlide, Deesturlbants-san, but dee warudo watched az I fot you afta eating onlry wun amerlican sheezbugga. I fight wit spirlit ub ten tousand rlaging firles. Onlry my lractose intolrurlents stopped me furlom pinning you at Battlre Bowlru.
FAWA Galraxy want rlematch! Dey want see turlue match between two turlained and fed rlesurlaas. And when dey do, dey wirlu see dat a Hontaa ub duh Dahk eez no match for a Wahrliah ub dee Rlizeen Sun!*Jeremy Dupoe and Disturbance!BRB exchange looks, then, with Cain move in to attack McLaren and Burouraa-* A-MER-I-CA! A-MER-I-CA! *The Dream Team make their way out onto the entrance ramp, FAWA Tag Team Titles securely around their waists.* THE DREAM: Wellity, wellity, wellity. Seems as though we have ourselves a Mexican standoff here! And who better to take part in a Mexican standoff than El SueNo? And with Scott-o Martinez here, we're gonna make sure that everything's on the up-and-up here!
Now, DisturBRB. You're saying a lot of words that quite frankly, I don't understand. But what I do understand is some good ol' fashioned fisticuffs, like my grandpappy Jervis taught me! And if it's fisticuffs you want brother, it's fisticuffs you'll get!MARTIN: It seems our esteemed possessed General Manager has thrown down the gauntlet. Now execution, I'll give you some points there, and for style as well, but wording... could've done that a bit better. "You and what army"? HAH! You'll wish you hadn't said that, because now, Burouraa and David here have that army. A Cult and a puppet against a Japanese warrior, a man determined to destroy you, and the FAWA Tag Team Champions of the World?
Forgive me for sounding cocky, but those aren't good odds for you.DUPOE: Heh heh heh heh heh… It’s amusing that you mention...puppets*The lights go out.* *When the lights come on the ring and the ramp to the ring is filled with floating dismembered doll parts, and at the top of the ramp is a fairly large person in a black leather butcher apron cut to look like lederhosen who stares daggers at David and begins to foam at the mouth. Dupoe's voice is heard once again.* DUPOE: Please welcome back to the land of the living Mario Nett.
Nett, go kill something for me*Nett begins to rush the ring. The Dream Team leap into action when-* DISTURBANCE!BRB: Wait! I have a better idea:
You want to help this heretic and this oriental transient, oh Team of Dreams? Oh, Tag Team... Champions?
Master Dupoe, you are the CEO of my company. The next seal breaks soon. Could you grant me this request?
They are four, we are four. I say we hash it out in true Reign of Chaos style. They will battle us at Gookermania the Sixth in an Seven Man, One Immortal, Tornado Tag Elimination Match for the Tag Team Titles.
When we conquer the Dream Team, McLaren, and Burouraa, you , Dupoe, and me, Disturbance – we will split them.
Don't make me pull rank on this.DUPOE: Hmm, Four on Four... Well, it will take a while to break the next seal, the incantations are almost done, Nett has been reborn so I don’t need to worry about finding him a new body anymore.
David, I can see you are itching for a fight with me and my *ahem* congregation, and since it looks like we have found a way to make destroying you interesting, with the added bonus of taking care of Burouraa for good. Disturbance, let’s take a break from prophecies and letting loose the unspeakable horror from beyond space and time. Come Gookermania 6, let’s have some fun..*Jeremy Dupoe suddenly appears on the Awesometron standing on a Gookermania 6 billboard, his twisted smile somehow visible despite how small he seems on the tron, without warning the sign bursts into flames.* Oh yes, we will have fun*Disturbance!BRB grins, a dark fire seemingly in his eyes. McLaren and Burouraa defiantly stare back while the Dream Team holds up their Tag Team Championship belts.* JK: Oh there will be some fun at Gookermania VI, Gorilla. TH: But for who? JK: I don’t know, but it’s going to be all-out war when they come together. Hopefully there will be survivors.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 7, 2013 16:58:28 GMT -5
Considering my current schedule, I might revisit my old method of posting shows in chunks over the course of a few days so that there is a semi-steady stream of new content every week. I liked that while it worked. Maybe the time has come to do it again. Enjoy in any case, and I hope I have the first match ready tomorrow.
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Oct 7, 2013 18:37:05 GMT -5
Don't forget that tonight is the last night to vote on the Gookermania and next NiteRaw themes. Like I said in the PM, 1-5 voting with 5 being 5 votes and 1 being one vote and everything in between.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 8, 2013 16:29:47 GMT -5
NITERAWFAN FORUMS NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP ANTIHERO VERSUS JEREMY DUPOE VERSUS MICHAEL HAYDEN TH: Welcome back to Niteraw, everyone. Jeremy Dupoe in the ring right now, making way for his first opponent in a Triple Threat match for the FAN Forums Number One Contendership.JK: During the break, we saw a fight nearly break out right there, but as we saw, the fight isn’t now. They’re gonna hold it all in before letting it all out at Gookermania VI. Dupoe gets a reprieve for now.MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat match for the FAN Forums Title Number One Contendership.
Standing in the ring with me now, from Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing 230lbs, he is the leader of the Cult of the End and the CEO of the Freakin’ Awesome Wrestling Alliance: Jeremy Dupoe! *Dupoe smirks as he slides out of the ring to make room for his first opponent.* MM: And now his first opponent…*As the drums kick in, Michael Hayden steps out onto the stage, a smirk on his face as he walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans as he does so. As he gets to ringside, Hayden looks around at the crowd before shaking his head, almost chuckling to himself. Hayden enters the ring and grabs a microphone, taking his time to gather his thoughts before speaking.* Hayden: You know, when this year started, everything was looking up for "Hollywood's Own." I was in the Lord of the Ring tournament, I was riding a pretty good wave of momentum, and while a former talent here and I had beef, it didn't turn into the shitstorm it was to become later on down the road. No, if you asked anyone, they would have told you that 2013 was going to be Michael Hayden's year, the year he left his mark in the FAWA.
And as Janurary turned to February, and February to March, it seemed like they were right. I became the Lord of the Ring, I earned my shot at the FAWA Heavyweight Champion. Not only that, but my friend Aaron Enigma and myself earned a shot at the FAWA Tag Team Titles after weeks of openly begging for a shot. Life was good, and once again people were saying that 2013 was going to be Michael Hayden's year. The year he left his mark in the FAWA.
Comic Book Chaos. The entire run up to the event; hell, ever since I became Lord of the Ring, I was shitalked. Put down. Damn near demoralized by our then-champion. And through it all, I told him one thing: Watch. Watch what happens when you underestimate me. Watch what happens inside that ring. And at Comic Book Chaos, I finally became the FAWA Champion. The same goal I had back when I was setting the record for the most defenses of the Television Title. The same goal I had when I entered BattleBowl last year. The same goal I had when I main evented Gookermania and Night of the Wrestling Zombies. And I finally accomplished it.
And people were saying that 2013 was going to be Michael Hayden's year. The year he left his mark in the FAWA.
Well, those voices started going silent as I found myself having to defend my championship reign to everybody. See It was the former champion who had defended this title, no matter what anyone can say. It was the former champion who seemed obsessed with winning the belt at any cost, and made it known that he was using his rematch clause to come after my title. It was the former champion who inadvertently added Seth Drakin to our title match when he knowingly and willingly cost me a match on NiteRaw. And it was the former champion who was so focused on beating me down at Wheel of Misfortune that Seth Drakin was able to sneak in and win the title.
And you know what happened? The people who said that 2013 was my year, the year I make my mark in the FAWA... they grew silent. Their faith in me depleted when I lost my title and couldn't challenge for it. "No no no, Connor Mackenzie already has his title shot, we can't take that from him!" Yet Gus MOTHERf***ING RICHLEN can get his title shot whenever he wants while I can't. Fine. I let it slide, because if nothing else, Connor earned it. And God forbid I have to hear Gus whine for weeks on end for daring to do what he did and enact my rematch clause. Hypocrite.
So I go into Money in the Bank or Botch. I grab one of the two available cases. And instead of the World Heavyweight Title shot that I deserve, I get the pink slip. I'm FIRED. Gone from the company that I put on the map after a year of proving myself the best. Not Jonathan Michaels. Not Gus Richlen. Not Seth Draking. NOBODY. Ever since I first stepped foot in this company, I have put on clinic after clinic, taking this company to heights it never even knew existed. I had the best rookie year of anyone in this company, from TV Champion to BattleBowl winner to Main Eventer to Lord of the Ring to FAWA Champion. And yet, this company has the nerve to fire me.
Should I be grateful that Connor Mackenzie "saved my job"? Hell no. Maybe he did it to try and smooth things over, but every time I look at Connor I see a man parading around with my title. I see Gus Richlen's favorite wrestler who he wouldn't shut up about for months. The man who had the audacity to try and break my record while Television Champion. And most importantly, the man I f***ing beat to become Lord of the Ring and earn a shot at the title in the first place. And he dares to give me a hand out? So I'm just supposed to thank him?
I had to fight for a shot at my title, a title I should still have around my waist. And when I lost to Anderson, I set my sights on the FAN-Forums Title, figuring I could reign as champion there. But no, the same man to beat me to earn a shot at Connor is the same man who beats me for the title. None other that William "Don't mention monkeys!" Anderson. Coincidence? Or part of a master plan to f*** me over?
I simply don't get it. I gave this company my heart and soul. I put my body on the line countless times. Even when other men have tucked their tail and fled, I stayed. Your Pavaali Enzos, your "Damn Right" Jacksons, your Ryan Bloods, and as much as it may pain me to say, even your Aaron Enigmas... I have outlasted them all. I stand before you today as one of the most decorated men in this company, and this is my fifteenth month in this place. And what do I have to show for it? A lackluster title reign that did me more harm than good, being fired for all of five minutes, and being screwed over by William Anderson twice.
Well you know what? f*** this. I'm tired of having sympathy shown to me as if I'm someone to be pitied. I'm sick of handouts and sad looks. I'm no charity case people, I'm Michael f***ing Hayden. I am the man that drove Mr. Potato out of this company and made the Television Title respected. I am without question the King of Television, the man that put everyone in this company to shame at the conclusion of my rookie year here. I am the uncrowned champion, a king without a crown or kingdom, but a king nonetheless. And now, I reclaim what is mine.
f*** nice. f*** the charity case that was pitied. I'm going to make people remember why I became a household name within three months of my debut. I'm going to make people remember why I was the FAWA Champion. And mot importantly, why they should have never looked down on Michael Hayden. I will have my rematch one day, whether earned or rightfully given to me with an apology for its lateness. I will make every single wrestler in the back understand what it means to go up against Michael Hayden, and why it came only mean destruction, terror, and mayhem. To everyone in the back, this is your notice. Forget Connor Mackenzie or Tobias Madoc Kingsley. Forget William Anderson. Forget Seth Drakin and MiscreAnt, forget Antihero and his little briefcase, forget them all. Because the only name you need to know, the only name you need to fear, and the only name you should ever look to add to your list of victims is Michael Hayden. And if you want to try and take my kingdom from me, remember this: You come at the King, you best not miss. Because if you make one mistake, if you give me the smallest of opportunities, I will knock the stupid out of you so fast it'll make your head spin. You all had your chance to take me out for good, and you almost succeeded, but when you failed to kill me you just made me stronger. And now... now I reclaim my Kingdom. I reclaim what is rightfully mine. And woe to any man foolish to stand in my way.
Don't quote me... just fear me.*Hayden throws the microphone down and looks out towards the entrance ramp, as if staring directly into the locker room and the entire FAWA roster. * TH: Hayden with quite the rant. JK: He was on top of the FAWA Galaxy. Had one of the best rookie years if not the best rookie year in this company’s history and now look where he is. MM: And their opponent, from the Society’s Worse Nightmares and weighing 190lbs, he is Mister Money in the Bank or Botch:
Antihero! TH: But then there’s Antihero. He’s finally rising to the top himself. JK: I still can’t believe it.TH: There he is holding the Money in the Bank or Botch briefcase which contains a World Heavyweight Title Shot. Who knows when he will use it? *Antihero slides into the ring, as does Dupoe.* DING! DING! DING! *The three men all calmly approach each other in the middle of the ring, staring each other down. Jeremy begins speaking, gesturing to the mat while Hayden rubs his chin, almost laughing.* TH: Hayden’t got something up his sleeve here. JK: I don’t like that look in Antihero’s eyes either.*Hayden quickly glances at Antihero who gives him a nod, and pow! Two fists to Jeremy Dupoe's jaw, one from Hayden and one from Antihero.* TH: Both men taking it to the CEO! JK: Dupoe is thrown for a loop there! [/font] TH: Hayden turning on Antihero now! *Antihero who blocks a swing from Hayden with his forearm.* TH: Antihero with a forearm of his own. *Hayden staggers into the ropes. Antihero gives chase but gets backdropped to the outside for his troubles.* JK: Good counter by Hollywood’s Own.TH: Dupoe getting to his feet. Is Hayden paying attention?*Hayden runs toward Dupoe but Dupoe dodges out of the way.* TH: Nice side step by the CEO! Hayden up the turnbuckle! JK: He’s wasting no motion.*Hayden leaps at Dupoe.* TH: Hurricanrana! *Hayden kips up immediately afterwards as the crowd cheers in appreciation.* JK: He’s setting this crowd on fire- oh no! [/font] *Antihero introduces his foot to the back of Hayden's head.* TH: Antihero with a vicious Stinger Kick! *Hayden jolts forward. Antihero leaves him hanging on the second rope.* JK: But here comes Dupoe.*Jeremy swings wildly, throwing a punch Antihero's way that fails to find its mark, giving Antihero the opening to grab Dupoe, attempting to get him in a full nelson.* TH: Antihero might have the Doomsday Prophet where he needs him. JK: Dupoe’s not a man who goes into battle without a plan B. Or C. Or, you know.*Jeremy struggles, trying to break free, he drops forward and pulls to his left, tossing Antihero over his shoulder and onto Michael Hayden, bouncing them both off of the ropes and leaving them on the mat.* JK: Using that noggin of his. That’s how he got himself back into power.TH: The dark powers of the universe and things man was not meant to know? JK: Mere details.*Dupoe covers Michael Hayden.* ONE!
TWO! TH: Hayden with the kickout. JK: This match started with a double team on Dupoe and he’s already scoring a two-count.*Jeremy Dupoe stands, bringing Michael Hayden with him. He doubles Hayden over with a kick to the gut.* TH: Dupoe to the ropes. But wait!
RONALDO! *Hayden sends Dupoe staggering into the corner.* JK: Dupoe didn’t see that one coming but he should have.*Hayden’s back to his feet and charges at Dupoe as he comes out of the corner. Hayden jumps and nails Dupoe with Death Is Welcome!* TH: Hayden with Death is Welcome and he hooks the leg! ONE!
TWO! JK: He’s gonna do-THR- TH: Wait a minute, Jesse! *Michael Hayden is pulled from the ring by Jack Cain and Mario Nett, who begin to beat the piss out of him.* TH: Cain and Nett to Dupoe’s rescue! JK: Of course he kept them around. He knew this match was coming up.*Cain tosses Hayden hard into the barricade and he and Nett begin to lay into him with kicks and stomps.* TH: This is a travesty. Jack Cain and Mario Nett are dismantling Hollywood’s Own! JK: And thanks to Disturbance, there’s nothing he can do about it. Reign of Chaos, TH.*Dupoe recovers and rolls out of the ring.* TH: Dupoe reaching under the apron for something…JK: Nothing good, that’s for sure.*Dupoe pulls out a chair. He wanders over to his cohorts as they drag Hayden to his feet and hold him up. He laughs, shaking his head as he raises the chair.* JK: Say goodnight, Hayden.TH: Someone’s got to do something about this! *The crowd pops loudly. Dupoe turns around to see what the fuss is about, going wide-eyed.* TH: It’s Dream Team McLaren to the rescue! *David McLaren, Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa, and the Dream Team charge down the ramp.* JK: Dupoe’s odds don’t look good with five against three. Disturbance isn’t in the Parts Unknown Arena to help him and his minions.*Dupoe drops the chair as Cain and Nett drop Hayden. They hop the barrier and make a bee-line for the exits, with Dream Team McLaren in hot pursuit.* TH: Just when we thought we’d seen the last of that bunch tonight. Gookermania VI is gonna see all-out war! JK: Dupoe’s out of the match, but now it’s Hayden and Antihero, who’s looking pretty fresh now. Dammit all.*Antihero looks on as Michael Hayden crawls back into the ring. Hayden stands, clearly battered but still ready to go. He puts his guard up, holding his left arm close to his ribs as he and Antihero close the distance.* TH: Regardless of what Hayden said earlier tonight, you gotta admire his guts and determination. JK: I don’t have to, but I hope he squashes that ant like a, well, you know.*Hayden throws a leg-kick cautiously, but no luck. He and Antihero circle each other as they try to figure out their next move. Antihero suddenly steps forward, throwing a backfist. Hayden ducks, runs to the ropes, comes back, and gets leap-frogged by Antihero.* TH: It’s a battle of athleticism and that means not only agility but endurance. *Antihero turns quickly as Hayden comes back off the ropes and catches him with a nasty Yakuza Kick.* TH: Hayden to the ropes again! *Hayden bounces forward into the waiting arms of Antihero.* JK: Get out of there, Hayden. You’ve gotta have more juice!*Antihero turns Hayden around and hooks his near-unconscious opponent in a full nelson, hitting him with-* TH: Lungblower! Antihero nails the Lungblower! He’s going for the pin!ONE!
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THREE! DING! DING! DING! MM: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and Number One Contender for the FAN Forums Championship: Antihero! *Antihero is on his knees. He raises his arms in victory while Hayden rolls out of the ring.* JK: Great. Just great. Now he’s not only Mister Money in the Bank or Botch, Gorilla, but he’s now the FAN Forums Number One Contender. William Anderson, don’t disappoint me!TH: The match was a rapid-fire battle and Antihero came out on top, simple as that. He’s gonna give William Anderson hell at Gookermania when-JK: Wait just a minute there, Hoss. This guy has a beef with the Number One Contender too.TH: MiscreAnt, one half of the Hydra of Evil, possibly the vilest Tag Team Champions we’ve ever seen and he’s got an exoskeletal bone to pick with Antihero. JK: Oh, this has been coming a long time…*MiscreAnt walks to the ring with a cast around his arm. He slides into the ring and grabs the mic.* MISCREANT: I have wrestled many, many gruesome matches. But never in my wildest one have I had a F***en rail road spike stabbed into me!
Now check your record books on promos since I returned. I don't swear. I am pissed off and you know what. I have never had more mixed emotions.
Antihero. The noble white knight. The one with a briefcase for a guaranteed shot at the world title. The one who will stop at nothing to fight off evil. Brought a weapon that allowed not only me to be stabbed, but Scott Martin as well! He is the good guy! HA! He is a monster and you fans still lye to yourselves about it!
I should have won the match, but that monster is the one who walked out on top. He is a disgrace.*Antihero grabs a microphone.* ANTIHERO: What's the matter MiscreAnt? Isn't this what you wanted? The old Antihero back? I warned you, I warned you what would happen. There would be nothing that would stop me from injuring you I would do whatever I had to, I would stop at nothing, and now you're afraid of me aren't you? You thought you could handle it and now you see you can't, and that disturbs you. You had no idea of the levels of my depravity. Too little too late you wish you could leave and avoid taking your lumps. But I'll give you three choices.
Either retire from the wrestling industry as a whole, Always have to look over your shoulder wondering when and where I'm going to show up to give you your just deserts, or Fight me at Gookermania in a Texas Deathmatch.
The choice is yours. MISCREANT: See you get it confused, I did want this. I am just saying how right I am. This is what I wanted. Because now you are showing your true colors. You are a monster and don't deserve to be called a good guy.
I may have lost the battle at Battlebowl. But Anti, I am winning this war.
You want the final battle in this war to be a Texas Death match? HA! You are going to be deader than a door nail by the end of it.
You’re on Antihero. Let's see if you have a pair.ANTIHERO: At two of FAWA's 4 big shows I've beaten you, at Gookermania I'll make it three. I've proven that on your own you can't beat this monster.
I've never claimed I was a good guy but what I say right now is you and I are here right now so why don't we have some fun?*Anti bails out of the ring. Misc throws Anti into the ringpost. Misc goes charging but is caught when Anti side steps and runs into the post himself.* TH: Just when you thought the action was over!JK: Man, William “The General of Wrestling” Anderson just might have to wait in line behind MiscreAnt!*Anti reaches under the ring and finds a fire extinguisher. Anti slams it straight into the back of Misc. Anti winds up for another swing.* TH: Here comes Parts Unknown Security. *One takes the extinguisher from Anti and the other checks Misc.* JK: And they’re not here to play.*As Anti and the guard fight over the extinguisher, Misc delivers a low blow to the guard checking on him. Misc unhooks the bottom rope from the turnbuckle and whips the second guard right in the back!* TH: They’re gonna wrestle anything that moves! *Misc swings and whips Anti right in the face! Misc then runs over and begins to choke out Anti with the cable!* JK: And Misc ain’t even gonna wait until Gookermania! He’s gonna choke out Antihero right here!TH: More security coming in! *Two more guards come dashing from the back tackling Misc off of Anti. Both are trying to hold him down. Neither notice Anti has quickly regained his breath and now jumps into the dog pile.* TH: The Parts Unknown Arena is going bananas! JK: They’ve taken out the security guards!*Misc and Anti begin to battle standing as the two security guards are out cold* TH: Here comes more security! JK: I think I see tazers!*Down goes Misc and Anti as the guards shoot both down! Security picks them up and take the out cold competitors to the back.* JK: It’s gonna be brutal when these two ants square off, possibly for once and for all!TH: Be there to see it all go down at Gookermania VI! It’s time for a commercial!
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Waffel113
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Ain't no Rap Mobile with his Waffels
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Post by Waffel113 on Oct 8, 2013 16:33:12 GMT -5
OH MAH GUDNESS
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Jeremy Dupoe
Don Corleone
Your lack of intelligence disgusts me
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Post by Jeremy Dupoe on Oct 8, 2013 20:53:32 GMT -5
gonna get a new profile for Netts new body soon, also im debating if Nett should get the new jack treatment of when ever hes on screen his themes playing
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Oct 8, 2013 21:12:20 GMT -5
Surprisingly, my squash match hasn't shown up yet.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Oct 8, 2013 22:46:53 GMT -5
Surprisingly, my squash match hasn't shown up yet. It will. Like I said, I'm breaking the show into chunks to post over the week like I once did. We'll see if it works again. Your squash shall be posted tomorrow. As for today's part, I received two promos from two contestants in the match that just transpired and the other was already working on one with me and others. I figured I'd integrate their material together into a cohesive whole that flows from one to the next. I hope readers like the result. Also, if there's no other dissent, I want to get a move on with Gookermania. So I'll give you guys two options: we just don't have Night of the Wrestling Zombies this year and Gookermania VI will be at or around the end of this month or we try a sample of my idea by making next week "Gookermania VI Part 1." I realized my idea is heretical the moment I conceived it. It would be a radical departure from the pro wrestling model we're all used to. I referred to three hour Raws and Nitros, and I think there is and was baby in that bathwater. The idea that you could see a quality match every week has its appeal. The problems with those near-PPV quality matches are that they usually don't matter and they do take away from the expected quality of PPV matches. But that's because the dichotomy of weekly programming versus monthly PPV shows exists. As another point of reference, anyone remember Wrestling Society X? It was over the top, it was tattooed, but it wasn't built around PPVs. It just built up to big matches like that Electric Steel Cage over a Piranha Moat or something which sounds FAWA-ey to me. On the other hand, consider that time when TNA was only PPVs. There would be great matches top to bottom and there would be angles and feuds to follow. Need I remind folks that pro wrestling existed long before PPVs and supercards? Also, something that never sat right with me: booking championship matches the week before a PPV. It feels like a cop out that cheapens titles. I think that we have preconceived notions of how pro wrestling storytelling works based on our experiences and I'm calling it out due to format differences and sheer reality. Raw mainly exists to make people buy PPVs and merchandise. We don't make money. We just spin angles to entertain each other. Why don't we just cut crap and get to the good stuff every week? My ultimate goal is to create a format that puts a lot of creative freedom into the hands of the writers. Let angles and feuds play out at more organic paces instead of building towards some arbitrary point when everything goes down. Why not let every week have some decent matches, some good, and some great so long as they make sense? What's more, allow me to point out the benefits of taking advantage of me posting shows over the course of a week. First, you can react in seeming real time. You can set up a match with a segment on one day, then take a day to write that match another day and send it in. This puts even more creative freedom and control into your hands. So please folks. Let's try this. Let's forge ahead in a new frontier in e-fed structure. Let WWE: FAN Edition and TNA: FAN Edition emulate the real deal. Join me and we can rule the FAN Forums as father and son. Oh, and MiscreAnt, apparently your mother died this morning.
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Oct 8, 2013 23:10:22 GMT -5
Honestly, whatever way works is fine with me.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2013 6:15:04 GMT -5
Fist I am tazed then my mom dies?! What?! (No seriously. what?)
Also you know my opinion on the idea. Makes it easier on writers and a looser schedule in my opinion
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
Metal Maestro: Co-winner of the FAN Idol Throwdown!
Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Oct 9, 2013 11:00:06 GMT -5
I don't like it, but I don't run the fed so it's not my decision.
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