Monday NiteRaw February 14th, 2011
Winner earns entry into a future number one contenders match: Tyfo V. The Boiler Room Brawler
TH: Welcome to Monday Niteraw! I'm Gorilla Tim Hoss and with me here is Jesse King!
JK: Glad to be here tonight, Gorilla, wanna get started?
TH: Our first match sees former World Champion Tyfo take on the Boiler Room Brawler.
JK: It's former Family member and former Corporate buddies taking on each other for the very first time. My money is on BRB; he's been acting a little unhinged lately.
TH: Indeed he has, but perhaps Tyfo can finally show us why he's a former World Champion, and why BRB is not.
JK: Hey hey hey, BRB was the third double champion in the history of the WWCF. Hell, he was the second guy to do it, Above Average accomplishing it twice first.
TH: But he still hasn't gotten his hands on that WWCF World Title, while Tyfo has. Let's get to the action with Michael Muffer...
MM: Our opening match is for a future number one contendership for the WWCF World Championship.
*New Black Jacks Theme*
Tyfo walks out to the ring.
MM: Introducing first, hailing from Dallas, Texas and weighing 245lbs: Tyfo!
JK: As I said, I think that Tyfo has seen his star fall. He says that he found his mojo again, but I don't believe him.
TH: But BRB was defeated twice by Damn Right Jackson last year.
JK: He had amnesia the first time and he gave the champ a run for his money. Give BRB a third chance, and he'll take it.
Tyfo crosses the ropes into the ring and starts throwing up the Texas Longhorn salute in each of the four corners.
TH: Tyfo was the second winner of the Money in the Bank contest and he cashed it in on fellow Family member Jay Carroll. This shows to me that-
JK: He's a back stabber! He'll go through anyone to get what he wants!
TH: Tyfo had a year to cash it in and the clock was ticking. Jay Carroll unfortunately was the champ when the time came.
MM: And his opponent...
*Ride the Lightning - Metallica*
BRB runs out with the Storm Maestro helmet.
MM: Hailing from Rockford, IL and weighing in at 320lbs: Boiler... Room... Brawler!
JK: Look at BRB here. He's bigger than Tyfo, yet athletic. He even wears that Storm Maestro mask for protection, making him nearly invincible.
TH: BRB is a tough customer, I don't disagree there, King, but Tyfo hasn't seen action for a while and knowing him, he's been training.
BRB enters the ring and stamps around Tyfo. Referee Will Alphonso keeps the men distanced.
TH: As a reminder once again, this match is for a future number one contendership for the WWCF World Championhip...
Alphonso starts the match. The bell rings. Tyfo and BRB circle each other. BRB quickly charges at Tyfo, but Tyfo sidesteps him.
TH: Tyfo dodging Boiler Room Brawler like he's an angry bull.
Tyfo shuffles a few paces to the side and ducks a lariat from BRB. Tyfo slaps BRB on his Storm Maestro mask then side steps before BRB can elbow strike him back.
JK: What does Tyfo think he can do with that slap?
TH: He's probably testing the waters; See if BRB reacts much to that.
BRB backs up. Tyfo ducks down onto the mat. BRB trips on Tyfo and falls over. Tyfo rolls over and goes for a pin.
JK: Oh no!
Alphonso counts one but BRB powers out and both men get up.
TH: It seems like that mask gives BRB reduced visibility.
JK: He only has to see you once to crush you.
BRB catches Tyfo with an Irish whip to the corner. He charges headfirst for Tyfo, who gets out of the way. BRB collides with the ring post. Tyfo capitalizes with a running Polish hammer strike to BRB's back, but BRB retaliates with a chop.
TH: BRB doesn't even miss a beat.
JK: It's the helmet. Er... mask. Whatever.
BRB hooks his arm around Tyfo's head for side headlock. Tyfo catches BRB's other arm and slaps on a hammerlock.
TH: They got each other with this one.
BRB runs forward for the ropes, then falls backward onto Tyfo on the rebound. He's on top of Tyfo for the pin.
JK: Just as quickly BRB might take this one himself! Yes!
Alphonso counts one, tw-Tyfo releases the hammerlock and lifts the shoulder.
TH: Wise decision by Tyfo.
JK: But BRB still has that headlock.
BRB shifts to adjust his grip on Tyfo, but Tyfo slips out and pushes himself away from BRB. BRB quickly capitalizes with a headfirst spear to Tyfo, pushing him through the ropes.
JK: This is almost too easy for BRB tonight.
TH: Don't count Tyfo out yet. He's one half of the legendary Southwest Connection tag team.
JK: And?
Alphonso counts one. Tyfo stands back up as BRB backs away from the ropes and gestures to him.
TH: And he was easily the tougher half of the team, what do you mean "and?"
Alphonso counts two. Tyfo slides in, springs to his feet, and throws a punch to BRB's gut. BRB swings for a palm strike but Tyfo ducks it, gets behind BRB, and bulldogs him to the mat.
JK: Tyfo keeps attacking BRB's head. This is way beyond testing the waters. Now he's getting stupid.
Tyfo locks a sleeper hold onto BRB as BRB gets back up. BRB quickly slides his head out of the mask and capitalizes on Tyfo's surprise with a kick to the gut, bending Tyfo over.
TH: This won't be good for Tyfo.
JK: He's about to reach the Boiling Point from the looks of it. Come on BRB! Do it!
BRB gestures to the crowd before setting up Tyfo for a piledriver. Tyfo quickly slips the mask on.
TH: Tyfo slipped the mask on. Good thinking.
BRB drops down for the piledriver. He sees Tyfo with the mask shortly before Tyfo slips out of the ring with it.
JK: Damn. Ref, get rid of that thing.
TH: Like clockwork...
Tyfo hands the Storm Maestro mask off to a front row fan before sliding back into the ring. BRB is ready for him with a front kick. Tyfo backs up to the ropes. BRB catches him on the rebound with a belly to belly suplex.
JK: And the Pain Train is derailed!
BRB takes a few steps, but quickly loses momentum to confused footsteps. He looks around the arena in further confusion.
JK: Wait, what's going on?
TH: Boiler Room Brawler looks confused, but why?
BRB wipes the sweat off his brow and looks at the standing Tyfo with a slack jaw.
JK: Oh no...
BRB says something inaudible to Tyfo, who is confused in turn.
JK: No way.
TH: What, Jesse?
JK: There's no way, TH, no way that BRB could have gotten amnesia again.
TH: He didn't even get electrocuted this time.
Tyfo kicks BRB in the stomach out of consternation. He picks up the bent over BRB for a pile driver and drops down.
JK Oy...
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TH: My how this match has changed momentum.Tyfo hooks BRB's leg for the pin. Alphonso counts one, two, three.*New Black Jacks Theme*
MM: Here is your winner by pinfall: Tyfo!JK: What a... a... um...TH: Miscarriage of justice?JK: Yeah!TH: I don't know about that. Life certainly isn't fair tonight for BRB, but Tyfo has earned himself a future number one contendership for the WWCF World Championship.JK: BRB had it in the bag. He was one Boiler Room Bomb away from victory!BRB is laid out in the ring. Tyfo throws up the Texas Longhorn salute in a corner.JK: Let's just get to the next damned match.TH: Sure thing, Jesse.Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara are backstage:
And then afterwards, we'll go where again?Oh, I don't know. I just feel like doing some late night shopping.I don't know of many places that are open that late at night, though, Shae. I mean-Well, then we can do some in the morning.Let's just make sure I win first so the chickens don't get counted early, OK?Fine.Richlen gets up and Shaelin starts to follow. Richlen stops and turns around.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?I'm going with you.No, don't do that. I don't want you getting hurt.But you didn't have a problem with it at the PPV.Yeah, until Descent went after you. He's in this match tonight, and considering that he probably won't be coming alone, and considering that Blood and Stone are not on good terms with me right now, I'd rather you stayed here so nothing happens to you, OK? If something bad were to happen to you, I'd be sick for weeks.Well....Please?... Oh all right. Just don't take too long.I won't, I promise.Go get 'em, Ricky.Damn right I will.Richlen runs out, leaving Shaelin to watch worriedly after him.
Special Battle Royal for a cash prize MICHAEL MUFFER: The following is a special Battle Royal for an undiscolosed Cash award!
I cannot possibly get paid enough some days....*"Fatal KO" from Fist of the North Star plays as Super Masked Hero X runs to the ring, spotlight following him all the way as pyro explodes from behind and all sides.*
MUFFER: Introducing first, from Planet X, weighing in at 300 pounds, the WWCF Hardcore Champion, SUPER! MASKED! HERO! X!*Super Masked Hero X then goes to the center of the ring and raises a fist as pyro goes off from the four corners of the ring.*
TIM HOSS: Since winning the Hardcore title this past December, Super Masked Hero X has been on one incredible run.JESSE KING: Yeah, but this match may be an exception, considering who he'll be in there with.*As if on cue, "You've Got Another Thing Coming" hits as Ryan Blood and Johnny Stone enter to a deafening amount of boos.*
MUFFER: At a combined weight of 445 pounds, the WWCF Tag Team Champions, Ryan Blood and Johnny Stone!HOSS: I wonder when it will end: the constant attacks after matches, attacking fans, disrespecting officials. Sooner or later, Blood and Stone are going to find that their misdeeds have come back to haunt them.KING: Try "never." The Pantheon is comprised of the four very best in WWCF, and they may never be defeated!HOSS: That's what I'm afraid of.*"Ecstasy Of Gold/One Mic" by Nas hits next as Cageking walks out with the Inter-Forum Championship.*
MUFFER: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 295 pounds, the WWCF Inter-Forum Champion, Cageking!HOSS: It is ironic that tonight in this match, among Cageking's opponents will be the number one contender to his Inter-Forum Championship.*Again, as if on cue, "Perfect Enemy" by Tatu hits as Jeremy Grave walks straight for the ring.*
MUFFER: From Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds, "The Natural," Jeremy Grave!HOSS: Again, Grave is going to be facing Cageking for the Inter-Forum Championship, but tonight, his focus needs to be on this match and this match alone.KING: That'll be much easier said than done.*"New Blackjacks Theme" hits as Little Naitch heads to the ring. As the lights flicker around him, he does not take his eyes off of Ryan Blood.*
MUFFER: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds, Little Naitch!HOSS: The former WWCF Champion made Blood tap out last week, and I doubt either man has forgotten that.*"Chris Jericho's Lionheart Theme" hits as Lionhart hits the arena, leaning back into the fans and high fiving them on the way to the ring.*
MUFFER: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 210 pounds, Lionhart!HOSS: Lionhart made it all the way to the finals of the King of Wrestlecrap Tournament before not only falling victim to odi in the final, but also to the assault by the Pantheon later in the evening.KING: Served him right for sticking his nose where it never belonged to begin with.*"King Kong 2004" theme hits next as the General of the Monkey Army walks partway down the ramp before suddenly stopping and turning to look behind him as if someone or something is following him. He then walks again towards the ring, stops, looks behind him, and repeats the process until he gets in the ring.*
MUFFER: From Lansing, Michigan, weighing in at 225 pounds, the General of The Monkey Army!HOSS: Well, apparantly the General is a little nervous about that toy monkey we've seen a bit of lately.KING: It's just a stupid toy! What's there to worry about?!*"Scarred For Life" then hits to a HUGE pop and a blast of pyro as Gus Richlen heads to the ring.*
MUFFER: From Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 170 pounds, "The Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!HOSS: Richlen has a strong interest in this match, as not only are Blood and Stone involved, and mind you, he fell victim to an assault by the Pantheon after his tag loss last week, but also the man who seems to have become obssessed with Richlen is in this match as well.KING: And of course, Richlen will be the first one eliminated! I guaran-HOSS: You'll just be wrong again.KING: Of course I won't! I-HOSS: You say stuff like that all the time about Richlen and all you've done is be wrong every time. So just stop it.*"Fuhre Mich" then plays as Richlen faces the ramp, ready to attack Descent the moment he enters the ring. Descent, however, is not showing up.*
MUFFER: Weighing in at 315 pounds, Descent!HOSS: Where's Descent?KING: He's probably just touching up a bootlace or something. Give him time.*But Descent still has yet to make any sort of appearance. Michael Muffer asks John Creed what to do, and Creed just tells him to introduce the last entrant.
"Pull Me Under" by Dream Theatre thus hits as Sparks heads to the ring without either his guitar or his pet tarantula.*
MUFFER: And from Sevierville, Tennessee, weighing in at-*Evil M suddenly jumps the crowd barrier and attacks Sparks from behind!*
HOSS: What the hell?KING: Sparks humiliated M at King of Wrestlecrap, Hoss, and now he's going to pay dearly for it! Sparks will be lucky to even compete in this match now!*The match soon starts without Descent, who still hasn't been seen or heard from all night, and Sparks, who is being brutalized by M on the outside.
Cageking hits Stone with a spinning heel kick as Richlen nails a Rickyplex on Hero X. In the meantime, Little Naitch comes off the top turnbuckle with a double axe handle to Blood while the General falls victim to a Saito suplex from Grave. Lionhart eventually helps Naitch go after Blood, as Grave turns his attention to helping Cageking with Stone. Richlen keeps glancing towards the entrance way, allowing the General to get up and hit a DDT!
M finally throws Sparks in the ring, and Sparks stays down for quite a while.*
KING: Well, Sparks may want to stay down the rest of the match!HOSS: Damnit, M! There was no need for that!*Sparks is out like a light as the match continues, with Blood and Stone double-teaming Richlen and Grave and Cageking going after Hero X and Naitch. Cageking levels X with a chick kick as Grave gets in a Crisis Countdown on Naitch. Meanwhile, Lionhart comes to Richlen's aid by hitting a belly-to-back suplex on Stone, but Blood nails Richlen with a jawbreaker before trying to throw him out!*
KING: HAHA!!! HERE HE GOES!!!*However, Richlen attempts to headscissors Blood over the top rope before Cageking comes over to assist him. Neither, however, are able to get the Pantheon member over.
Meanwhile, Stone hits the General with a Giant DDT, followed by a standing vertical suplex. He then tries to send the General over, but Naitch breaks it up before nailing Stone with several knife edge chops. Elsewhere, X nails Lionhart with a big boot, and as Lionhart gets up, X adds in a Samoan drop.
But as they both get up, Blood rushes over and clotheslines both over the top rope!*
HOSS: You were wrong again, King!KING: Shut up....*Blood doesn't have much time to celebrate, however, as Cageking, Richlen, Grave, and Naitch attack, Grave hitting a teardrop suplex, Naitch locking in the Figure Four, Cageking hitting the Rolling Thunder, and Richlen adding a Montanasault for good measure before Naitch finaly releases the hold. Stone then charges Richlen but gets a Carnosel for his trouble. The General charges next but runs into the turnbuckle, allowing Richlen to climb the top rope and nail a Buff Blockbuster!
As the General stirs, Richlen goes for a Schwinn Smash, but the General grabs his leg and drags him to the ropes. He tries to dump Richlen over, but Richlen hits a Richlenziguri, sending the General over the top and to the floor!*
HOSS: And the General is gone now!KING: Just enough momentum from that kick to get him out of there. But we still have not seen Descent, and Sparks hasn't gotten up yet- oh wait.*Sparks finally gets to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up, but he doesn't stand a chance as Blood, limping slightly, goes over to him and dropkicks him over the top rope.*
HOSS: And unfortunately for Sparks, he never got a chance to get into this match.*Blood then goes after Richlen again, hitting a bulldog before picking him up and whipping him towards Stone, but Stone is too close to the ropes, and Richlen shoves him over the top rope and out of the match!*
HOSS: Whoops! I don't exactly think that's what Ryan Blood had in mind!KING: You're right, Hoss! He's in total shock right now! Poor guy just accidentally got his partner eliminated!*Naitch, who had been working on trying to eliminate Grave in the interim, now turns his attention to Blood. He manges to get in a shinbreaker, which, after the Figure Four earlier, is no help to Blood, but as he goes for a chop block, Blood dodges, and as Naitch straightens up near the ropes, Blood superkicks him over!*
HOSS: Even with a seemingly hurt leg, Blood is holding his own quite nicely here!*Grave, meanwhile, catches Cageking in a capture suplex, but as he attempts the sitout powerbomb, Cageking hurricaranas himself and Grave over the top rope and out of the match!*
HOSS: The champ and his contender both gone! And now it's down to Blood and Richlen!KING: GET HIM, BLOOD! RICHLEN IS AN EASY TARGET!HOSS: *FACEPALM**Blood goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Richlen reverses it, TRIPLE GERMAN SUPLEX! As Blood tries to get up, Richlen lets out a scream, then hits the Schwinn Smash!
Richlen is starting to get fired up, but all of a sudden, "Fuhre Mich" hits again!*
HOSS: Perhaps now Descent wants to join the match?KING: Taken him long enough, anyways. Where was he, the dry cleaners?*Richlen is looking around for Descent, not spotting him, when Aleistor Draven shows up on the ramp, dragging Shaelin Marie behind him in a chokehold!!!*
HOSS: WHAT THE HELL IS DRAVEN THINKING?!KING: I don't know, but Richlen is livid! I mean, he might- HOSS, LOOK!*Unbeknownst to Richlen, Descent has entered the ring behind him, and Richlen falls victim to a German suplex! Descent then picks him up, whips him into the ropes, and catches him with a DDT!
He then sets Richlen on the top turnbuckle before climbing up behind him and hitting the Final Descent!*
HOSS: DAMNIT! RICHLEN CAN'T EVEN DEFEND HIMSELF!*Descent gets up, nods at Draven, who by now has Shaelin choked out, and picks up Richlen and tosses him over!*
KING: RUN, BLOOD! HE MAY DO THE SAME TO-*But, much to Blood's bewildered amazement, Descent merely steps over the top rope and eliminates himself!*
MUFFER: Here is your winner, Ryan Blood!*Descent stares at the motionless Richlen before walking up the ramp as Draven drags Shaelin away.*
HOSS: There is no telling what dastardly things Descent has in store for Richlen, but I fear greatly for the safety of Shaelin Marie O'Hara!KING: I'm at a total loss for words, Hoss! I mean, I may not like Gus Richlen, but this is insane! If there is one person who Richlen loves more than anyone else, it's Shaelin Marie, and Descent may have just drawn the battle lines now!*Blood's arms are raised in victory, much to the crowd's dismay, but he's staring at the vacant ramp as Richlen slowly starts to crawl up it.*
Jonathan Michaels is on the roof.
Been a while since I've been up here.
I guess it's because Sara isn't here with me, but hopefully that will change soon, because Hideo is finally returning from Japan, and he says he needs to talk to me about my relationship with Sara.
But right now I have something to say.
While I would dearly love to get my hands on Evil M, I'm told that at Ernest Goes TO Wargames, he already has a title defense lined up, so until then, I have to leave him alone.
And since I gracefully stepped aside from my rematch for the Inter-Forum Title, I have nothing to do right now, or at the Pay Per View.
Well, there is that battle royal tonight.
Oh, wait, I'm not in it.
Maybe Jackson needs someone for his Wargames team.
Wait, he already picked his team.
*sigh*
You know what, I don't care what Drakin or anyone else says, next week, M, if you have the guts to show up, we are going to end this once and for all.
And if anyone tries to stop me, well, they had just better think long and hard about it.
And, Cut.Lodi’s Rulz match: Square V. LodiRulzMuffer -
The following contest will be contested under Lodi’s Rulz, meaning there are no disqualifications, no countouts, and falls count anywhere!*Hypocrisy - Buried*
Muffer -
Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the 2011 King of WrestleCrap, LodiRulz!Lodi pushes a shopping cart full of plunder to the ring.
*I Don’t Care*
Muffer -
And his opponent, from Preston, England, weighing in at 210 pounds, Square!Sqaure walks down the ramp, carrying his one-time signature weapons, the half poles.
Hoss -
Both men have come out here ready for a fight, Jess.King -
They better be, because that’s what this is! No rules here, Gorilla, they just fight until we have a winner!The bell rings and the two lockup. Square applies a side headlock, which Lodi escapes. He backs up to the corner and drops down. Square stares at Lodi, then picks up the two half poles. He tosses one to Lodi, who lets it drop at his feet. Square just shakes his head, then charges Lodi, cracking him in the skull with the pole! Square pulls Lodi to the center of the ring!
Hoss -
This may be one of the quickest hardcore matches ever, Jess!Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
King -
Square’s not gonna beat the King of WrestleCrap that easily!Square pulls Lodi up and shoots him into the turnbuckle. He then grabs one of the half poles, measures Lodi up, and starts swinging away! Lodi slumps down after several shots, when Square goes to pull him up, Lodi low blow’s him! Lodi pulls himself up and snap suplex’s Square! He then rolls to the outside, picks up the shopping cart, and throws it in the ring.
Hoss -
Lodi looking to turn things up a notch!Lodi picks up a baseball bat. As Square get’s to his feet, Lodi nails him with a shot to the ribs, followed by one across the back! Instead of going for a cover, he picks up a chair and props it up in the middle of the ring. He pulls Square up and shoots him into the ropes, drop toehold on the chair! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
King -
Square kicks out!Lodi picks up one of the half pulls and measures Square. As the Brit gets to his feet, Lodi cracks him with the pole! Square goes down! Lodi picks up a trashcan lid. He places it on the mat, then pulls Square up. Lodi looking for a piledriver, but Square back body drops him! He picks up the lid and smacks Lodi across the face with it, then delivers a scoop slam!
Hoss -
Lodi in trouble now…Square picks up the shopping cart…
King -
Don’t do it Square! Think it over!But instead of hitting Lodi with it, he tosses it to the outside. Lodi back up, Square throws some punches, then clothesline’s him over the top rope! Square rolls to the outside as well and grabs a chair. Shot to the back of Lodi, then he rams him in the ribcage with the edge of the chair! Lodi on his knees, Square with a boot to the face! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Square reaches in the ring and grabs one of the half poles. As Lodi gets to his knees, Square cracks him with the pole! Lodi trying to crawl away, but Square chases after him! Another crack with the pole, as Lodi get’s to his feet! He runs up the ramp, Square chasing after him, Lodi through the curtain, Square follows…
Hoss -
We will try to get a camera back there to see what is hap-Square is knocked back through the curtain! Lodi steps back through, holding a metal road sign! Allison Sadness walks out next, holding a trash can full of weapons. Lodi drops the sign and pulls a golf club out of the can. Square to his feet, Lodi swings, connecting to the side of Square’s head!
King -
FOUR!!!!Lodi snaps the club across his knee, then takes the trashcan from Allison, who walks backstage. Lodi dumps the remainder of the contents on the ramps, then smashes the can over Square’s head! Square goes down, Lodi with the cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Allison walks back out, this time carrying a glass jar. Lodi pulls Square up and holds him. Allison swings, but Square moves, causing Allison to break the jar over Lodi’s head! Allison exits again as Square covers Lodi!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Hoss -
Allison Sadness almost cost Lodi the match!King -
Look, the King is bleeding!Lodi is clearly busted open, as Square drags him back to ringside. Square tips the shopping cart back up on it’s wheels. He then lifts Lodi up and drops him in the cart.
Hoss -
What does Square have in mind here?King -
Nothing good, Gorilla!Square pushes the cart, with Lodi in it, up the ramp. At the top, he turns and aims towards the opposite side of the stage!
Hoss -
Not this!King -
Think it over Square! Don’t do something you’re gonna regret!Square starts pushing the cart across the stage, but as he does, Allison Sadness emerges from the back once more and cracks Square in the head with a Singapore cane! Lodi pulls himself out of the cart. Square still up, Lodi kicks him in the gut, then DDT’s him into the shopping cart! Lodi turns the cart facing the other side of the stage, then gives it a good, hard push…
Hoss -
NO!!!The cart goes barreling across the stage and off the edge, landing in a mass of tables, boxes, and wires!
King -
Holy crap!Allison sets up a ladder she retrieved from the back. Lodi climbs the ladder and dives onto Square with an elbow drop!
Hoss -
Both these men may be broken in half!Lodi pulls himself out of the mess, then pulls Square’s body out and covers him!
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3!
Muffer -
The winner of this match, LodiRulz!Lodi pulls himself up and climbs back up on the stage, exiting with Allison Sadness.
Hoss -
Folks, Lodi wins, but Square could be seriously hurt.King -
You saw how fast he went off the stage, Gorilla. There’s no way that was a safe fall.Medics come out to tend to Square, who surprises everyone by shoving them aside.
Hoss -
Square is refusing medical attention!King -
Well, nobody ever accused him of being very bright.Square get’s to his feet and climbs back up onto the stage.
Hoss -
Square is walking out of here under his own power!The crowd cheers for Square, who acknowledges the reaction before walking backstage.
DPM: Tick-tock Evil M......Time's a wasting.....
I hope that yer bones are mending M, I hope you're at 120% by the time our match rolls around. For when the bell rings....and you're in the squared circle with The Nautical Nightmare and his Cutthroat Crew, there ain't no one in heaven, earth, Hell or High Seas that can save ye! Yer facing the Crazy bastard that made hisself the Welcome Wagon o' the WWCF, taking on all comers.....The Buccaneer that tossed Caleb Fourchon to the Gators from which he's YET TO RECOVER! Chubbs (Offscreen): Cap'n.....He's been fighting That Super Masked Hero X....winning too.Vitar Styrka (Also Offscreen): Shhhh.......Der Boss is onna rollDPM: Evil M....I'll repeat what I've said before.....You are a fluke of the Universe.....You have no right to be here....Whether you can hear it or not the Universe is laughing behind your back......
*Fade To this
MICHAEL MUFFER: The following contest is--JESSE KING: [Interrupting from the announce table, with his own mic] I'll take this one, Muffer. I thought it up, after all!*Muffer, looking slightly annoyed, exits the ring*
JESSE KING: Introducing first! Hailing from a place he made famous for producing the suckiest wrestler who ever sucked, and weighing in at a chubby 263 lbs, Metal!*"Caught In A Mosh" by Anthrax hits, and Metal walks out with his briefcase. He climbs through the ropes and stares at King expectantly*
JESSE KING: Hey Metal. You know, last week when you told me that I could put you in any kind of match against any opponent, I thought that was pretty dumb of you, and tonight you're going to find out just how dumb.
See, this is going to be a Rules Of Honor match. I'll go over the rules in case you've forgotten them.
Rule number one! The match will begin with a handshake. If one man tries to attack his opponent before the bell, the match is immediately thrown out!
Rule number two! If one man leaves the ring, he has a twenty count to return or the match ends. And fighting outside the ring will NOT be tolerated!
Rule number three! If one man tosses his opponent over the top rope, he will be disqualified!
Rule number four! No moves that cause trauma to the head shall be allowed! No DDTs! No brainbusters! NO PILEDRIVERS! That includes your Double Bass DDT, Metal!*Metal glares at King as he hears this. The crowd doesn't much like hearing this either, booing the hell out of King as he continues...*
JESSE KING: I know you're not real bright, Metal, so it might not have occurred to you yet that you could still win with the Blastbeat Bomb. That doesn't cause head trauma, right? Well, yes you can use it, but no you can't win with it. Because in this match, pinfalls do not count! How many submission moves do you know, Metal? One? Two? Hahaha! Definitely not as many as your opponent...*"Man On The Silver Mountain" by Rainbow*
JESSE KING: Ladies and gentlemen, he's the WWCF CHAMPION OF HONOR! He is the greatest wrestler in this universe and all parallel ones! Give it up for EVIL M!*Evil M walks out wearing his letterman jacket and jogs down to the ring. Everybody in the building is booing him. He smiles and waves at them. He climbs into the ring, poses on the top turnbuckle, removes his jacket and walks over to Metal, looking down at him. He extends his hand, with Metal reluctantly shakes. Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson rings the bell*
Metal vs. Evil M*M starts out with a wrist lock, forcing Metal to his knees. Metal grimaces in pain, but gradually is able to fight back to his feet and position himself to knee M in the gut until he breaks the hold*
TIM HOSS: You really don't want Metal to have any chance at all, do you King?JESSE KING: Listen Gorilla, while I'd have been able to take Metal blindfolded when I was in my prime, I'm not getting any younger and I won't pretend that a guy my age can go toe to toe with a guy his age. Evil M would destroy Metal 99 times out of a hundred in a normal match, but I wanted to be prepared just in case this is the fluke 1% of the time where dumb luck comes into play.*Metal fires M into the corner and charges in after him--M moves out of the way and Metal eats the top turnbuckle! M brings him down with a neckbreaker!*
JESSE KING: Wasn't that a beautiful neckbreaker by Evil M?
TIM HOSS: Evil M is a skilled competitor, there's no denying that. Whether he's an honorable competitor, on the other hand, is open to debate.JESSE KING: No it isn't. Evil M is honor personified!*M pulls Metal up and goes to lock on the Standing Crowbar, but Metal recovers his wits just in time to reach back and stop M with a snapmare takeover!*
TIM HOSS: Metal barely escaped being caught in Evil M's Crowbar there, which very well might have led to the end of this match!JESSE KING: "Might have"? Try "absolutely would have"!*Metal backs up into the corner and leans against the turnbuckles, taking a breather and waiting for M to stand. As soon as M's up Metal rushes at him and brings him down with a big spear!*
TIM HOSS: What a spear by Metal!JESSE KING: GET UP M!*Metal turns M over and locks on a Boston crab! M flails, claws, and finally gets to the ropes for the break*
TIM HOSS: You look pretty relieved, King. You weren't nervous that Evil M was going to tap out, were you?JESSE KING: Huh, what---NO! PREPOSTEROUS! OF COURSE NOT!*Metal pulls M away from the ropes and goes to apply a Fujiwara armbar, but at the last second M rolls over and launches a boot into Metal's gut! Metal wheezes and sinks to his knees!*
JESSE KING: How fitting that Metal is down on his knees before the greatest champion who ever lived and ever will!*M is up now and catches Metal in a chinlock! M wrenches and brings Metal down to a prone position*
TIM HOSS: Evil M wearing Metal down with that chinlock. Metal's a tough SOB but there's only so much he can take before he reaches his breaking point...*Metal doesn't tap, and gradually fights to a standing position and begins to repeatedly elbow M in the stomach! M releases the hold, but blasts Metal with a double axe handle before he can get any offense going, sending him crashing back down to the mat!*
JESSE KING: There's more of Evil M's awesomeness on display! I wonder what I should have Metal say next week...*M drags Metal near the corner and climbs to the middle rope*
TIM HOSS: It looks like Evil M's getting ready to go high risk--well, his version of high risk anyway--by setting up for a big splash onto Metal!*Just as M is about to leap off for the splash, Metal springs to life and rushes at Evil M, nailing him with a nasty forearm shot! M reels, and then fires back with a shot to Metal's face that almost floors! Metal staggers away, and M leaps off for another double axe handle--METAL SIDESTEPS! M lands on his feet and stumbles a couple of steps...he spins around and charges at Metal, but eats a big boot! M is down*
JESSE KING: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!TIM HOSS: Stop being so negative, Jess.*Metal brings M over to the corner, lifts him up to sit him on the top turnbuckle, climbs up, underhooks both of M's arms....BLASTBEAT BOMB!!!*
JESSE KING: [sounding panicky] Okay, he hit the stupid Blastbeat Bomb, no big deal, he can't pin M, it's all right--OH MY GOD WHAT IS HE DOING?!*Metal stands up, pulls M into the middle of the ring, and goes to turn M over to lock on another Boston crab!*
TIM HOSS: Another Boston crab. It looks like Metal might just make Evil M tap out here, King. King? King?JESSE KING: ....TIM HOSS: You're looking really pale all of a sudden.*Before Metal can apply the crab, however, M comes to in time to put up a fight, and Metal's having trouble getting him on his front!*
JESSE KING: Phew! Come on M, you can get out of this!*M shoves Metal away with both legs! Metal sprawls backward toward the ropes, and suddenly his face lights up as if he just got an idea. Metal continues to stumble backward and spills over the top rope! Johnson calls for the bell!*
MICHAEL MUFFER: Here is your winner as the result of a disqualification: METAL!JESSE KING: WHAT?! That doesn't count! EVIL M DIDN'T THROW HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! HE DID THAT ON PURPOSE!!!*Metal grabs a mic as a disbelieving Evil M picks himself up inside the ring*
METAL: That's not how I'd like to have won, Jesse. Still, since your hero Evil M used the same trick against Little Naitch to retain his title a while ago, and since you never miss a chance to tell us how honorable he is, then I'm sure you agree that there was nothing dishonorable about what I just did! You'd hate to seem like a hypocrite, right?TIM HOSS: He has a point there, King. Evil M did the same thing against Naitch, and you had absolutely no objections then. On the contrary, you were pretty happy about it, right?JESSE KING: Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!!METAL: Anyway, I just won your little challenge, which means that next week you and me will meet in that ring for five minutes. I'll see you then, King.*Metal walks to the back*
JESSE KING: ...TIM HOSS: We'll be right back, fans!*Camera shows close up of a sporran before zooming out to show Stryker with a huge grin on his face*
And so it begins! My oh my! I've only been back 2 weeks and I'm firmly back where I belong, right under people's skins! And so soon I return to the ring. I return to the ring in a 4 on 1 Gauntlet match against The Pantheon and there is a good chance I'm going to get my ass kicked...if I just stand there and let them come at me. But I'm not that way, and I've already got a game plan. Nobody outthinks, outsmarts or outwits me and I'm sure as hell not going to be outfought by anybody, let alone a bunch of guys led by ego and the sure cockiness that only comes with having 3 guys behind you at all times.
Ryan Blood thinks I'm projecting my aches and pains onto my opponents? I don't have to project, because I sure as hell hurt every day, but guess what? That doesn't bother me! But it should bother you, because while you try and dismiss my achievements and my credentials, each one of those aches is a badge of honour, and while it leads to grudges, each ache and pain I have inflicted is a badge of honour to the person who carries it. And not only does it bring honour, it brings experience and there isn't one body part I don't know how to leave crying for mercy.
Do yourself a favour Blood. Do yourself a favour Stone. Do yourself a favour Colt. Do yourself a favour Lodi. Don't discount me, because I'd hate to see 4 guys with the world at their feet cut off before they reach the top.
And when you face me, all four of you, the learning starts. You're going to school. And you'll start to earn your stripes, your badges of honour.
And win or lose in the gauntlet. Whether one on one or all four at a time, you'll all know you've been through the ringer. You'll all be going down. I WILL strike you out.Steel Cage match: Colt V. DR JacksonGorilla Tim Hoss: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening... And it doesn't get much bigger than this!Jesse King: You got that right, the massive rematch from the World Heavyweight Championship bout at King of Wrestlecrap! Only this time, it's not about the World Title. No it's much more personal than that!That's right, the White Knight of the Pantheon and the Black Dynasty of the Era of Attitude square off, one last time in a Steel Cage Match!And if there's any justice in this world, the true hero of the WWCF will stand tall! Paving away of the Youngbloods!Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for One Fall and will be a Steel Cage Match!"You know that time in your life, that single moment that defines exactly who you are? Well that only stings for a second..."
Choose Your Fate - Escape the FateThe lights go out, as the arena fills with boos. Colt steps out from behind the curtain and a single spotlight lands on him. He is wearing a pitch black hooded cape with a pitch black phantom mask. As he walks down the ramp to the boos, he has a single finger raised to the sky, mouthing "Choose your fate..."
Introducing first, from Adelaide, Australia... Weighing in at 254 pounds from the Pantheon... The White Knight, Colt!Two weeks ago, Colt was unsuccessful in his quest to reclaim the WWCF Championship and put an end to "Damn Right" Jackson's career. Now this week, he believes he has Jackson exactly where he wants him, even if the title isn't on the line...We all know that Colt was robbed of that title, from that... trespasser! If the Parts Unknown Security did their job, we'd have a new champion, a new hero. A new era. Jackson thought he was through with Colt and the Pantheon, something tells me this is only the beginning, beginning of the end!Colt, slides into the ring and takes to a turnbuckle, still pointing to the sky...
"Too Black, Too Strong... DAMN RIGHT!"Spit On Ya Face - Lil Wayne feat. Kevin Rudolf[/i]
The lights come back on the crowd explode into applause as the WWCF Champion steps out in his trademark white suit. He has a noticeable limp, but he doesn't let it deter him. He slowly unbuttons his jacket to reveal the WWCF Championship, he holds it up high to the sky as pyros go off all around him.
Despite a brutal 4 against 1 beating last week, you cannot keep the Black Dynasty down. The Pantheon have told him from day one that his fate was sealed, but here he is. Week after week, never giving up!Your hero needs to learn when to give up, he isn't proving anything by throwing his career away tonight. I'm going to enjoy watching him finally crumble down!And his opponent, from West Philadelphia, born and raised... weighing in at 306 pounds... He is the-As Jackson walk downs, 2 men in hooded capes and phantom masks jump him and start kicking the crap out of him. Colt stands on and laughs.
Hey what! What is this! Who are these men!Jackson was warned! Ha! This is great!The crowd are booing like crazy as the two masked, hooded men continue to lay into Jackson, moving him closer to the ring. As the cage stands above them. Colt grabs a mic.
Colt: We warned you Jackson, the Pantheon are bigger than you think. It extends far beyond the WWCF Roster that you think you know. There are many people, contracted or not that truly understand the way things are... And these Followers will go into the line of duty to let true fate be decided... Now, lower the cage!The two Followers roll the beaten Jackson into the ring as the cage gets lowered. Once the cage hits the ring, the two Followers start chaining up the door, over and over again so that the door cannot be opened by normal means. The beaten Jackson just lays on the opposite side of the ring... Colt gets back on the mic.
I told you Jackson, your fate was sealed the moment you chose to cross the White Knight. There is no escape for you. You and I are in this cage and no one else can get in... or out!Colt then points up to the sky again, only this time a mesh roof for the cage gets lowered, being manned by 4 Followers. The roof lands on the top of the cage, and the Followers chain the roof down. Meaning that there is no door or roof to escape. The Followers climb down, and all six of them surround the cage, pointing to the sky...
Looks like it will truly be, One Fall to a Finish...One fall to the end, the bitter end...The referee doesn't look to comfortable about this, so he checks on the hurt Jackson, asking if he's willing to compete. Jackson refuses to step down. Lloyd McFloyd hesitantly calls for the bell.
Colt runs right at Jackson and starts hammering away at him. Blow after blow, before Jackson can even get to his feet. Colt picks Jackson up and throws him into the cage wall. Again and again. Colt grinds his face against the mesh and Jackson is already a bloody mess.
I can't believe this! What a disgrace! I can't believe McFloyd even allowed this match to take place!Look, ultimately the champ knew what he was getting into. He didn't have to accept this match...Colt whips Jackson to the ropes, on the rebound Colt hits Jackson with a fierce knee to the mid section. Colt picks up the mic, gets right in Jackson's face and utters
"Choose your fate... Hero..." and clocks Jackson in the forehead with the mic.
Colt picks Jackson up, applies a reverse headlock and drops him down with the Overture! Colt goes for the pin
1!
Colt lets go, smugly.
This is disgusting! What are you trying to prove!That the Pantheon are leading the new era! And once this is all said and down, they fans will eventually forget about that pathetic Jackson!Colt picks up a limp Jackson, slaps him in the face. Kicks him in the midsection and hits a Dusty Uppercut. Jackson just falls limp. The crowd are booing like crazy.
Colt walks around the ring, screaming
"CHOOSE YOUR FATE! CHOOSE YOUR FATE!", the Followers follow suit.
Colt whips Jackson into the corner, and Jackson simply falls down on his butt, not knowing where he's at. Colt confidently walks to the opposite corner and starts to measure him up. The crowd start a "Let's go Jackson!" chant.
These fans don't care at all about Jackson. If they did, they'd want him to stay down so the suffering can end!Jackson slowly regains his conciousness as the crowd are willing him on. As Jackson makes it to his feet, he slowly steps away from the turnbuckle. Colt then charges at him preparing for the There Will Be No Encore Shining Wizard, but Jackson out of nowhere hits Colt with a Big Boot! The crowd explode!
What? Where did that come from! Look at the resolve!He just doesn't know when to stay down!Colt can't believe it, but he quickly shakes it off and runs at him again. Jackson drops him with a clothesline, followed by a stiff right hand. Jackson picks Colt up for a Scoop Slam, but Colt wriggles free and hits a Russian Leg Sweep. Colt hooks the leg...
1!
2!
Jackson kicks out!
Colt starts stomping away and Jackson, again and again. Jackson tries to roll away, but he can't escape due to the cage. Colt stomps at Jackson, until Jackson is between the bottom ring ropes and the cage wall. Colt runs to the opposite ropes, and hits a Baseball Slide, slamming Jackson into the wall.
What did I tell you? Jackson's adrenaline isn't going to save him tonight. Say goodbye to the Era of Attitude.Jackson rolls away from the wall, and Colt runs to the ropes again for another Baseball Slide, only this time Jackson springs to his feet and clips Colt at the knees, making Colt crash face first into the cage, knocking his mask off. Colt staggers backwards in shock, and Jackson throws Colt overhead with a Fall Away Slam.
Jackson then starts to climb the cage...
What is that idiot doing?He can't be completely with it, I mean he wasn't even conscious when the Followers sealed the cage off.Jackson nears the top to realise there's a roof, but he doesn't let this deter him. He gets as high as he can, turns around and dives off onto a stunned Colt and lays him out with a flying Spear!
MY GOD!Wow... No!Jackson hooks the leg, desperately!
1!
2!
Colt kicks out!
Jackson rolls over, exhausted as Colt gets to his feet.
That might be all that he has left in the tank...Colt picks Jackson up, applies a front facelock, scoops him up into the air, spins him around and drops him down into a Stunner!
There Story on Page One! "Damn Right" Jackson's obituary!Colt hooks the leg...
1!
2!
Jackson still kicks out! Colt can't believe it. Colt quickly sits him up and connects with There Will Be No Encore, leaving alot of Jackson's blood smeared across Colt's knee. Colt hooks the leg again.
1!
2!
Jackson again kicks out!
Nooo! Stay down!I hate to say it, but that might be the best thing for Jackson to do here...The crowd continue to will Jackson on. Despite the beating, despite the blood loss, despite there being no way out...
And that is why The Black Dynasty continues to fight! That is why The Pantheon are wrong! The WWCF Galaxy has a genuine connection to these superstars, Colt has just forgotten his way! Fight, Jackson! FIGHT!STAY DOWN YOU FOOL!Colt measures Jackson up for another Shining Wizard, as he runs at Jackson, Jackson springs back and lays Colt out with a Spear!
1!
2!
Colt kicks out!
The crowd begin a "DYNASTY!" chant, infact despite how loud the chant is, you can still here Gorilla Tim Hoss join in with the chant himself.
Jackson finally makes it to his feet, is pacing around the ring, staring down each of the Followers. Wondering how he can get out of this one. He see Colt slowly get to his feet, so Jackson runs at him with a second Spear! He hooks the leg!
1!
2!
Colt kicks out!
He's doing it! He's actually doing it!The White Knight isn't down and out yet!Jackson gets to his feet measures Colt up for one last spear, the crowd are on their feet for this one. Colt uses the ropes to get to his feet, he turns around and Jackson starts running at him for a third and final Spear. But Colt side steps it and Jackson rams right into the ring post, Colt then rolls behind Jackson and waits for him to turn around... As Jackson turns around, Colt goes for a Shining Wizard, but Jackson catches his legs and hoists him up for a Powerbomb!
Jackson runs forward to slam him down, but Colt wriggles free and lands on his face, bringing Jackson down into a front facelock. Colt hoists him up for a Story on Page One, but Jackson lands on his feet behind him and picks him up for the Anxiety Adjustment and locks it in!
This is it! He's got it!Colt refuses to submit, so Jackson jumps in the air for the High Attitude, but Colt uses that momentum to break free and bring Jackson down with a reverse facelock, locking in The Final Thought in the middle of the ring.
You're right Hossy! THIS IS IT!Jackson tries to hold on, but the beatings he's sustained over the past month seems to have caught up with him. Despite struggling he has nothing left he can do... Jackson taps out!
Jackson taps! Jackson taps!Choose Your Fate - Escape the FateLadies and Gentlemen, the winner via submission... Colt!He chose to live to fight another day...Colt continues to hold on to the hold, until Lloyd McFloyd forces him off. Colt stands over the broken and beaten Jackson and points high to the sky in victory. The lights go out, leaving only a single spotlight over Colt and Jackson.
After a short pause a second Spotlight appears in the ring, revealing another, 7th Follower. This Follower walks towards Colt and the fallen Jackson. The Follower picks Jackson up and places him on his shoulders...
Wait, what's this? Just end it! This has gone on far enough!The Follower lets out a war cry, which sounds like a muffled "Lodi Rulz!" and slams Jackson down off of his shoulders with high velocity, hitting the I-Rulz.
It's King Lodi!It's King Lodi!The Follower slowly lowers his hood, and removes his mask, revealing that he is indeed King Lodi. He hands the mask to Colt, who then places it over the face of Jackson.
The Pantheon struck again tonight, with a master plan. At the expense of the WWCF Champion.He still has the title, but at what cost?Colt and Lodi stand side by side, each pointing a finger to the sky... Until the power cuts out.
*The Crap-Tron cuts to white as the mysterious hooded figure is shown walking into the arena. He gets to the gorilla postition and lowers his hood for the first time and the fans see man man with short cut Brown hair.
The Tron flashes the words Cobra's Gem Mining as it rearranges them into a simple phrase... BERGMAN IS COMING
"A Country Boy Can Survive" hits as a loud thud is heard in the ring, followed by another.
A single spotlight turns on, showing LodiRulz laid out. The lights turn on again. Another Follower stands behind Colt, he spins him around and hits the Takin' The A Train. The lights go out again...
Bergman is gone, both Colt and Lodi are laid out, as the show closes in silence.[/center]
Credits: BRB, Gus Richlen, Jonathan Michaels, Evil M, Dread Pirate Mulligan, Socko’s Brother, Stryker, Colt, and Bergman