Monday NiteRaw February 21st, 2011
Winner faces Tyfo at Ernest Goes to Wargames: Sparks V. Caleb Fourchon
Muffer: This match is scheduled for one fall, and will determine who faces Tyfo for his # 1 contedership!
Hoss: What an opener. The meatheaded Caleb Forchun will square off against the arachnimaniac Sparks. This is certainly gonna be an up-hill battle for the youngster, but when you have the guts and tenacity of Sparks, just about anything is possible.
“Circus Envy”
Caleb Forchun saunters out to a myriad of boos. He looks on as the ringside fans shout obscenities at him. He gets into the squared circle and imbibes all the heat from the WWCF Galaxy.
Hoss: Caleb looks pretty damn miffed off..
"Pull Me Under"
Sparks recieve a huge pop when he emerges from the curtain. He walks down the entrance ramp, noticabley missing his spider, Scar. He jumps on the apron and over the ropes and poses for the fans.
Hoss: Sparks has been a fan-favorite for as long as I can remember. This situation is no exception.
John Creed calls for the bell. Sparks and Caleb circle eachother in classic wrestling style until they eventually tie up. Caleb pushes Sparks into a corner and applys pressure to his throat. The ref sees this and tries to break it up, but Caleb is too strong. He starts count for a DQ, but Caleb stops when he gets to three.
Hoss: Caleb showing a bit of ring savy here.
Caleb backs off and Sparks eventually catches his breath. Immediately after, they lock horns yet again. Sparks switches to a headlock position. He runs and jumps for a bulldog, but Caleb shoves him off at the last second, sending him flying into the corner. Sparks hits the corner bottom first and lands right on the top of his head. The crowd "Oohs" in usion.
Hoss: Oh good god. That dull thud as the back of Sparks's head hits the mat hard!
Sparks clutches the back of his head as Caleb drags him away from the ropes and covers him.
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Tw--Kickout
Caleb jumps and drops a knee straight to Sparks's face. He mounts him and doles out some blows to Sparks's head. The referee tries to break Caleb away from Sparks again and is successful. Caleb grabs Sparks, but he slips out of his clutches, runs the ropes, and stops right in front of Caleb, disorienting him, and nails an impactful savate kick.
Hoss: Oh what a thunderous shot! Good thing Caleb doesn't use his brains very much, because they just got scrambled.
Caleb falls like a tree in the forest, looking quite dazed. Sparks hooks the leg.
1...
Tw--Kickout.
Hoss: It's gonna take a lot more than that to knockout that giant hillbilly.
Sparks sits Caleb up, runs, and delivers a dropkick to the face of Caleb. Sparks looks like he wants to cover, but has second thoughts. Sparks gets on the apron and climbs the ropes, but Caleb has recovered and kicks Sparks's leg, causing him to buckle and fall onto the turnbuckle spring.
Caleb looks around at the fans as they boo him and starts laughing quietly as he walks towards Sparks writhing. He punches Sparks in the head before climbing up with him. He gets him in a suplex position and stands him up on the top rope. Caleb lifts Sparks of the top rope for a superplex, but Sparks goes over him and lands on his feet! Caleb himself crashes to the mat.
Hoss: Holy Oklahoma Cow! Sparks with a Spider-Man-like move there. No pun intended.
Sparks quickly climbs the ropes again and leaps of for a moonsault. It connects! Sparks sticks for a pin.
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2..
Kickout!
Both men are down as the referee makes the count.
1!
2!
3!
Caleb gets to his hands and knees.
4!
5!
Sparks gets to his as well.
6!
7!
8!
Caleb is up, but visibly dazed.
9!
Sparks gets up just in the nick of time. Caleb charges at Sparks and goes for a big boot, but Sparks rolls out of the ring and it takes out the referee instead.
Hoss: Oh my! Referee John Creed was just derailed by that vicious big boot!
Sparks goes back in the ring to check on the hurt on John Creed. As he is doing this, Caleb undoes a turnbuckle pad behind his back.
Hoss: Not surprised here. CAleb has been prolific for dirty tactics and tricks.
Caleb goes over to Sparks and clubs him in the back. He whips Sparks into the ropes and hits a big boot successfully. He glances over at the K.O.Ed Creed and back at Sparks.
Hoss: Woulda been a great time to pin him right here, but referee John Creed is taking a cat nap.
Caleb picks Sparks up and wraps him in an inverted bearhug. The fans start chant "LET'S GO SPARKS" to help him endure this. Sparks face almost instantly turns red as Caleb squeezes the life and breath out of him.
Hoss: Sparks has the resiliancy of a cockroach in a nuclear blast. He thrives on the fans getting behind him.
Sparks's hand is raised like he's about to tap out, but he keeps it still the best he can. Caleb tries to squeeze tighter, but he is at maximum grip. Sparks, as if he was shot with a burst of adreaniline, starts elbowing Caleb in the face like rapid fire. Eventually, Caleb lets go. Sparks runs the ropes. Caleb goes for yet another big boot, but Sparks slides under, rebounds, and hits a running enziguri. The crowd is on their feet, but both men are down again.
Hoss: The signs of this match are showing clearly. Both men have gave it all they got.
Sparks gets to his feet first and goes over to Caleb. He grabs Caleb up, but he jukes Sparks. Caleb gets Sparks on his shoulders for the Down Home Driver, but Sparks gets off and holds on to him in a reverse necklock. Sparks tries to lift him for a Coup-De-Grace, but Caleb stands his ground. Caleb forearms Sparks in the face to get him off. Caleb grapples Sparks by the arm and whips him into back first the exposed turnbuckle. Caleb backs up into the opposing corner and roars loudly. The fans give this an immense amount of heat.
Then, Caleb, like a freight train, charges at Sparks and goes for a stinger splash, but Sparks moves out of the way. Caleb lands on the metal and is hung up. Sparks backs up and imitates the same roar to thunderous cheers.
Hoss: Sparks showing no fear of the meatheaded hick.
He runs at Caleb, jumps, and hits a dropkick with authority, knocking Caleb out of the ring. Sparks gets back up and fixes himself in the middle of the ring as the WWCF Galaxy cheers him on.
Suddenly, Evil M sporting a head bandage slides into the ring with a chair and smacks Sparks in the back with it!
Hoss: Oh damnit! It's Evil M! I shoulda known his coward ass would show up.
Evil M lays the steel chair into Sparks's back two more times, in the same fashion Sparks did to him when he returned. Sparks claws to the ropes to hold himself up as Evil waits idly by waiting for another chance to strike. As he is doing this, the referee is back up and sees this. Just before Evil M hits, Creed grabs the chair out of his hand and tosses it. Creed then signals to Evil "YOU ARE OUTTA HERE". The fans cheer loudly as Creed points Evil towards the entrance ramp to leave.
As Evil argues with the official, Sparks grabs him and tosses him out of the ring onto Caleb. Sparks runs the ropes and flies out of the ring with a suicide dive onto both men! The crowd is absolutely eating this up. Sparks gets back up and gets Caleb into the ring. Sparks slides in accordingly as Caleb hobbles to his feet. Sparks waits until Caleb is up and hits the Spinnerette! Sparks crawls ontop of Caleb for the pin.
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2...
3!
Winner: Sparks
Hoss: Despite all the adversity, all the punishment, and all the hardships he wen't through, Sparks has endured the storm of Caleb Forchun and Evil M! He will now face Tyfo at Earnest Goes To Wargames for the #1 contendership for a title shot.
Sparks ascends the top rope and poses to the uproarous cheers. He gets down and runs right into a chair shot courtesy of Evil M. He helps Caleb Forchun up and they both start stomping and kicking at a defenseless Sparks.
Hoss: This is sick! These two damn sore losers are battering the #2 contender.
Evil M and Caleb continue laying into Sparks until...
"D.O.A"
Johnathan Michaels runs down the ramp to a loud pop and slides into the ring. He tackles Evil M and lays into him. Caleb runs over to him and pulls him off and beats him down. Evil M and Caleb now turn their attention to JoNo and attack him. However, Sparks is back up and lays Caleb out with a the chair. Evil M tries to clothesline him, but he sidesteps and smacks him in his bandaged head. Both Caleb and Evil M crawl out of the ring as Sparks helps Jono up. Sparks and Jono have a staredown in the middle of the ring.
Hoss: Don't forget. These two men have bad blood, but they respect eachother.
Sparks and Jono don't take their eyes off of one one another. Eventually, Sparks holds out his hand for a hand shake. Jono looks at Sparks's hand and back at him. Finally, Jono nods and shakes it. Jono exits the ring with Sparks's not taking his vision off of him.
Hoss: What an opener! What a match! Don't go anywhere, we've still got Super Masked Hero X vs. The Boiler Room Brawler! Stay tuned!
Super Masked Hero X V. The Boiler Room Brawler
*Caught In A Mosh*
Metal walks out, with briefcase in hand. He gives the devil horn salute, and grabs a mic.
Well, well, well. It appears as if Jesse King hasn't turned up this evening. It appears he is backing out of our agreement. So, to make up for the disappointment of not being able to beat the living hell out of him, I'm gonna do his job tonight instead. That's right Gorilla, I'm your play by play man for the night!
Metal goes to the commentary table and takes his seat.
TH: Welcome to the broadcast table, Metal!
M: Glad to be here, Apeman.
TH: Our next match sees two former Hardcore champions, Super Masked Hero X and Boiler Room Brawler, square off against each other. Which man will prevail tonight? Can Boiler Room Brawler keep it together tonight? Let's see what happens as we join Michael Muffer...
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MM: The following match is schedule for one fall with a time limit of thirty minutes...[/b][/color][/size]
*Fatal KO*
Super Masked Hero X runs to the ring, a spotlight and a trail of pyro following him.MM: Entering first: hailing from Planet X and weighing 300lbs: Super... Masked... Hero... X![/b][/color][/size]
TH: As stated before, Super Masked Hero X and Boiler Room Brawler are former WWCF Hardcore champions.[/color][/size]
M: I was a better Hardcore Champion than either of them though. I still maintain that masked idiot cheated to beat me.Super Masked Hero X slides into the ring and into the center. He raises his fist and is complemented by turnbuckle pyro.TH: They are two of the biggest men in this company today, possible the two toughest to boot.[/color][/size]
MM: And his opponent...[/b][/color][/size]
Badly played trombone music trails its way into the arena. BRB is playing said trombone as he trots down the ramp. He wears a fedora atop his head as he plays. He is otherwise dressed in his usual ring gear.TH: I... I'm at a loss for words.[/color][/size]
MM: Now... um... E n t e r i n g t h e r i n g ... hailing from Rockford, IL and weighing 320lbs...: Boiler... Room... Brawler?[/b][/color][/size]
TH: Sounds like Michael Muffer is taken aback at this development himself. This is gonna get bowling shoe ugly.[/color][/size]
M: I want to know why there's a trombone in the boiler room, personally.BRB walks up the ring steps, still playing the trombone. He sets it down before crossing the ropes into the ring. Super Masked Hero X appeals to the crowd with a pose.TH: I'm not sure which man needs to watch out in this exhibition match...[/color][/size]
Referee John Creed starts the match. X looks around at the crowd and then points at BRB out of amusement.TH: The crowd seems to be with Super Masked Hero X tonight. Looks like it's BRB that should watch out.[/color][/size]
M: Yeah, but Brawler has the strength advantage, no doubt. We'll just have to see if his brain has retained any wrestling knowledge.X engages BRB and the two men circle each other before their fists start flying. X punches BRB in the stomach. BRB chops X in the chest. They lock up, with BRB getting a side headlock on X.TH: The match was off to a strange start, but both men are actually wrestling, so be it.[/color][/size]
X counters BRB's side headlock with a back body drop. He holds on for a pin. Creed counts one, t- BRB powers out. Both men get up.TH: Super Masked Hero X going for an early finish...[/color][/size]
M: Only I can beat someone that quickly, Gorilla. BRB thrusts his foot out and plants it toe-first into X's belly, bending him over. BRB stands over X, hoists him up, and goes for a lift, but X counters and hoists BRB up and over onto his own back.TH: Another nice counter from Super Masked Hero X.[/color][/size]
M: Impressive display of strength by the hero there. I still wouldn't want him to be in charge of saving civilisation though.
BRB catches X with a school boy pin.TH: BRB's not to be outdone though...[/color][/size]
Creed counts one, t-X powers out himself. Both men return to their feet.TH: The Hardcore championship does not go to just anyone in this company, and these two former champions prove how tough you need to be.[/color][/size]
M: You have to be one tough, crazy bastard to be Hardcore Champion. I've had some absolute wars in my time over that belt. You have to train yourself to absorb as much punishment as is humanly possibly. It also helps if you swing a chair like a nutter.X shuffles back and forth, waiting for BRB to make a move. BRB charges forth for a shoulder block. X charges forward himself, and the two men hit each other like brick walls. They back up to the ropes and exchange glances before charging at each other to no effect again.TH: It's the unstoppable force meeting the unmovable object![/color][/size]
M: That's original. I guess these people are literally hanging from the rafters too, eh?BRB and X grapple each other. X hoists BRB up for a vertical suplex, and holds him up for a few seconds...TH: Look at the strength of Super Masked Hero X.[/color][/size]
X brings BRB down to the mat.TH: Like a mighty redwood falling to earth...[/color][/size]
M: I once headbutted a tree and knocked it down. True story.X goes to pin BRB. Creed counts one, two, BRB kicks out.TH: But it's not enough for Boiler Room Brawler tonight.[/color][/size]
BRB thrusts his palm into X's face. X rolls away while BRB uses the time to stand up.TH: BRB buying a few seconds to stand up...[/color][/size]
BRB and X are back to their feet again. BRB throws himself at X with a running body slam. X goes down, and BRB hooks the leg. Creed counts one, tw-X lifts the shoulder. BRB rolls off and both men stand back up.TH: Not a lot of mat wrestling tonight; It's all about power and toughness like my son's Magic cards.[/color][/size]
M: Yeah, "your son's". Right.BRB and X lock up. They wax and wane as they back each other up to ropes and corners before releasing each other.TH: They're a pair of mighty bulls locking horns.[/color][/size]
BRB throws a chop at X. X backs away a step, pumps his elbow, and delivers a bionic elbow to BRB's head. BRB stumbles back a step and leans back on the ropes.TH: Super Masked Hero X has Boiler Room Brawler on the ropes...[/color][/size]
X capitalizes on BRB by hoisting onto his shoulders. He spins around and around.TH: Let's hope that BRB doesn't throw up from Super Masked Hero X's airplane spin here. He doesn't need any more embarassment tonight.[/color][/size]
M: Although there is no sweeter feeling than throwing up in a mosh pit. Believe me, I've stage dived into vomit before.X keeps spinning.TH: Super Masked Hero X is going for the Blazing End! He's going for it![/color][/size]
BRB hooks X's arms and counters with a crucifix pin.TH: BRB with the crucifix pin reversal![/color][/size]
Creed counts one.TH: X's samoan drop-[/color][/size]
Creed counts two.TH:-may have made-[/color][/size]
Creed counts th-X lifts the shoulder.TH: BRB almost took it right there![/color][/size]
M: If Creed knew what he was doing, he would've. I wish it was Apollo Creed instead.BRB gets up and slides outside. He picks up his trombone and starts playing it.TH: If I didn't know any better, I'd say that BRB is psyching out Super Masked Hero X. He almost seems to be getting a handle on Super Masked Hero X before going for the kill...[/color][/size]
M: If he wants to do that, he should just powerbomb him or something. I don't wanna hear a trombone when its played well, let alone being butchered by this guy.Creed counts one. X stands up and demands that BRB get into the ring, but BRB keeps playing.TH: Maybe he oughta figure out how to play that trombone first...[/color][/size]
Creed counts two. X cups his hands against his ears as BRB keeps playing.TH: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry about these hijinx. BRB really needs to seek psychiatric help. He's coming undone.[/color][/size]
M: He's always been a lunatic, but its never come to brass instruments before, Gorilla! That's when you know someone is certifiable.BRB begins marching around the ring as he plays the trombone with reckless abandon. Creed counts three, then four. X uncups an ear and gestures to BRB, then glides his thumb across his throat.TH: Super Masked Hero X has had enough of BRB's antics...[/color][/size]
Creed counts five. X slides out of the ring and marches towards BRB who keeps playing the trombone.TH: Oh dear lord he's heading for me.[/color][/size]
M: I would offer to protect you, but it would take the humour out of the situation.Creed counts six. Super Masked Hero X comes face to trombone with BRB. He yanks the trombone away from BRB and smashes it over his head. BRB falls over as Creed calls the bell.TH: Oh thank god...[/color][/size]
MM: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification: Boiler... Room... Brawler![/b][/color][/size]
Super Masked Hero X goes to smash BRB with the trombone again, but BRB removes a magnifying glass from his fedora and smashes it into Super Masked Hero X's face.TH: Vintage... Aaron Enigma?[/color][/size]
M: BRB paying tribute to one of WWCF's greatest there. Though I doubt Aaron Enigma ever dabbled in trombone playing.Super Masked Hero X stumbles away from BRB, covering his eyes. BRB grits his teeth, yanks the trombone away from Super Masked Hero X, takes one look... and plays the trombone again, leaving the arena in the process.TH: Wow... Let's just get to the next match.[/color][/size]
M: I wonder what the top brass will say about this! Get it, I made a joke! Ah, screw you.Jonathan Michaels V. DescentMuffer -
The following contest is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit.*Fuhre Mich*
Muffer -
Introducing first, accompanied by Aleistor Draven, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 315 pounds, Descent!*DOA*
Muffer -
And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 240 pounds, Jonathan Michaels!Hoss -
Well, Jonathan Michaels feels he has a lot to prove here tonight, Metal. But Descent is looking to gain ground here in the WWCF and a win over Michaels would certainly do that.Absolutely. Michaels is a WWCF veteran, and a victory here would do wonders for Descent.Referee John Creed calls for the bell.
Descent and Michaels tie up, Jono with a chop to the chest, followed by a side headlock! Descent fights out of it, shoving Michaels into the ropes. Michaels off the rebound, clothesline knocking Descent to the mat. He pulls him up, snap suplex, cover!
1!
Kickout!
Hoss -
Jono with the early offensive blitz!Michaels pulls Descent up, shoots him into the ropes. He ducks his head for a back body drop, but Descent hit’s a swinging neckbreaker! Off the ropes now, elbow drop! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
Descent pulls Michaels up by the hair. He scoops him up and hangs him upside down in the corner.
Hoss -
Oh woe is Michaels!M: A tonnage of punnage tonight from Gorilla.Descent backs up, running dropkick to the midsection! Jono falls to the mat! Descent picks him up, backbreaker! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
M: Michaels is renowned for his resiliance. But that was a big backbreaker there.Descent backs up, contemplating his next move. Jono slowly tries to get to his feet, only for Descent to drop him with a boot! He pulls him towards the turnbuckle, then climbs to the middle rope. He springs off with a Vader Bomb, but Jono get’s his knees up! As Descent clutches his ribs, Jono get’s to his feet! Stomp to the head of Descent, then he pulls him up, spinebuster! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Hoss -
Michaels trying to comeback here!Michaels climbs to the top rope, as Descent gets up, Jono hit’s a flying forearm! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Hoss -
Man, how close was that?!M: The best flying forearm this side of Tito Santana there! Speaking of El Matador, I once actually gored a bull. True story.Michaels backs up, waiting for Descent to get up. As Descent get’s to his feet…
Hoss -
Wait a minute! What is Evil M doing out here?!Evil M has come through the crowd and clocks Jono in the back of the head when the ref isn’t looking! Descent grabs Michaels, Lotus Bomb! Cover!
1!
2!
3!
Muffer -
Here is your winner, Descent!M: Michaels has been screwed over big time here!Aleistor enters and raises Descent’s arm, as M also enters the ring. He pulls Michaels up by the throat and tosses him in the corner. Running elbow strike, followed by a running clothesline from Descent! M and Descent throw Michaels out of the corner and right into Draven, who smashes him with the Championship of Honor!
M motions to the back, and the Pantheon comes out!
Hoss -
What the- wait. Lodi offered Descent a spot on his team, but does this- does this mean that M is the final member?!Lodi enters the ring and slumps down in the corner. Blood and Stone go to the top rope and hit elbows on Jono, then pull him up and toss him to Descent. Descent places Jono on the top rope, Final Descent! M picks Jono up, Do It For YellowJacket! Colt hit’s the Story on Page One, then finally, Lodi pulls a battered and bloodied Jono up, and locks in the Darkness Engulfs Us! When Jono goes limp, Lodi releases the hold, letting the unconscious Jono fall to the mat.
Hoss -
Is this Lodi’s Flock? Team Jackson could be in some serious trouble… M: This is one formidable team here. Even though I outsmarted him last week, Evil M is as dangerous a competitor as there has ever been here. Descent will be able to learn from this guys - there could be no stopping them!MICHAEL MUFFER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!*"Pistol Grip Pump" by RATM*
MICHAEL MUFFER: Introducing first! Hailing from Baltimore, MD, and weighing in at 208 lbs....he is one half of the WWCF Tag Team Champions...RYAN BLOOD!*Blood walks down the ramp faster than usual, is through the ropes pretty quickly, and before Muffer knows it Blood's got him in a headlock and has hijacked his microphone!*
TIM HOSS: Oh Lord, what now?!RYAN BLOOD: [in a chiding tone with a definite undercurrent of menace] Mike, Mike, Mike...why do you make me do stuff like this to you, huh? Blood & Stone are the WWCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!CROWD: BOOOOO!
RYAN BLOOD: [ignoring Muffer's ineffective struggles to free himself] WORLD. Never forget that word, "WORLD". As long as we hold these championship belts, it brings a level of prestige to the titles that they've never before seen! In the highly improbable event that somebody takes them from us in some sort of travesty of justice, then you can call them just the plain old "WWCF Tag Team Championships" again. Until then, get the name right.*Blood administers a hard noogie to Muffer and lets him go*
MICHAEL MUFFER: [shaken] ...one half of the WWCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...*Blood claps approvingly. A second later, "Scarred For Life" by Rose Tattoo hits*
MICHAEL MUFFER: And his opponent, hailing from Peshtigo, WI, and weighing in at 170 lbs...he is "The Xtreme Machine"....GUS RICHLEN!*A blast of pyro goes off and Richlen appears on the ramp. Dispensing with his usual entrance ritual, Richlen rushes down the ramp and is into the ring and on Blood immediately! Referee John Creed rings the bell*
Ryan Blood vs. Gus RichlenTIM HOSS: Well, it looks like Gus Richlen wants to take out some of his frustration over his girlfriend, Shaelin Marie O'Hara, being kidnapped by Descent. And in my opinion, even though Ryan Blood isn't the culprit, he's as deserving a target as any! Kick his ass, Richlen!Metal: That's all well and good, but its gonna get a lot to put Ryan Blood away. We'll see if Richlen can show us a different side to his game here.*Blood staggers backward as Richlen hits him with shot after shot, to a roar of approval from the crowd in the Parts Unknown Arena! Richlen shoots Blood into the ropes--Blood reverses and catches Richlen with a uranage on the return! Blood holds his midsection and leans on the ropes to catch his breath*
TIM HOSS: These two men will be facing off in the War Games match at our upcoming pay-per-view, Ernest Goes To War Games. Also, the stipulation for this match is that if Richlen can defeat Blood here tonight, he and a partner of his choosing will receive a shot at the tag titles! Blood & Stone have held those belts for a long time, but the Xtreme Machine has looked amazing since his debut in the WWCF, and he may just be the one to dethrone the champions! Metal: Blood & Stone have had a majestic reign as champions, but Richlen can deal a big psychological blow if he gets the win here. If he does so tonight, he will have to find a partner just as tough as he is.*Blood floors Richlen with a dropkick as he struggles to stand! Cover by Blood*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Blood picks up Richlen and tosses him over the top rope! Creed begins to count. Blood backs up as Richlen slowly gets to his feet...Blood gets a running start and flies through the ropes at Richlen...RICHLEN DODGES AT THE LAST SECOND! Blood crashes into the ringside barrier!*
TIM HOSS: And a suicide dive from Blood backfires! This could be Gus Richlen's chance right here!Metal: Blood doesn't often make mistakes, but I question that move. High risk doesn't always equal high reward. Let's see if Gus can capitalise here.*Creed counts four as Richlen picks himself up....Richlen backs up and measures Blood as Creed counts five...as soon as Blood gets to his knees, Richlen runs at him and let's out a savage scream as he blasts him with the Schwinn Smash!*
TIM HOSS: The Xtreme Machine is really fired up now! I wouldn't be surprised if Ryan Blood was regretting accepting Richlen's challenge at this moment!*Richlen rolls Blood back into the ring and covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Metal: Ryan Blood isn't done yet, not by a long shot.*Richlen climbs to the top rope, flies off with the Montanasault, and lands on Blood like a ton of bricks! Well, like 170 lbs of bricks to be completely accurate, but when any quantity of bricks hits you, it hurts quite a lot. Cover by Richlen*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
TIM HOSS: Good effort by Richlen, but it seems that it'll take more to finish Blood off...*Richlen pulls Blood up in a waistlock, and hits him with a German suplex! Richlen rolls through and hits a second German! As Richlen goes for a third, Blood counters into a stunner! Richlen goes down! Blood stumbles forward a couple of steps and then Flair flops to the mat. Creed begins a ten count*
TIM HOSS: I hate to say it, but Blood might fight his way back into this...Metal: Whoever can get to their feet first may just go on to win this match.*As both men get to their feet, Richlen goes for the Richlenziguri--Blood ducks the enzuigiri and catches Richlen as he follows up with the spinning heel kick, bringing him down with a belly to back suplex! Blood covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Blood pulls Richlen up and shoots him into the ropes. On the return, Blood hits a swinging neckbreaker on Richlen!*
TIM HOSS: It looks like Blood's getting ready to use the Dragon Sleeper on Richlen! We might see the end of this match, and Richlen's hopes of a title shot...Metal: I slayed a dragon once. True story.*As Blood goes to lock on the Dragon Sleeper, Richlen kicks up with one leg and nails Blood in the face! Blood staggers backward, releasing the hold!*
TIM HOSS: Incredible counter by Richlen, and amazing flexibility! His leg was almost pointing straight up as he nailed Blood with that kick! Blood's face would be out of striking range for most competitors!Metal: Richlen is proving to me that he belongs in the upper eschelon in WWCF. That's right, I know a few big words.*Blood charges at Richlen, but is met with a spear! Richlen shows signs of fatigue and pain, but forces himself to move close enough to Blood to lock on the Nightmare Express!*
TIM HOSS: The Nightmare Express! This is Richlen's submission finisher, and it wouldn't surprise me if we saw the War Games match end as the result of this very move next week!*Blood struggles, but can't free himself from the hold! Fortunately, he's close to the ropes, and he pushes both himself and his opponent into them. John Creed calls for the break, with Richlen releasing Blood at four*
TIM HOSS: If Richlen had locked that on in the center of the ring he might have won this.Metal: Still, he was so very close to pulling off the victory here. You have to be believe Blood is regretting taking Gus lightly.*Both men slowly pull themselves up using the ropes, and begin trading punches. Blood finally ducks a swing from Richlen and hits his smaller opponent with four successive punches before launcing a roundhouse kick at Richlen's head--Richlen catches him by the foot and counters into a dragon screw leg whip! Blood goes flying into an unfortunately positioned John Creed, who is unconscious a second later*
TIM HOSS: Creed is down!Metal: That guy would take a bump if he was hit by a feather. I'm a better official than this bell-end.*Richlen picks Blood up and goes for a running powerslam, but Blood wriggles free and slides down his back! Before Richlen can turn around, Blood's nailed him in the back of the head with a rolling elbow! A second later, Blood hits a groggy Richlen with a discus clothesline, bringing him down! Blood notices that there's no ref, and exits the ring. He grabs the nearest steel chair and slides back in...*
TIM HOSS: Goddammit, Blood! I guess you don't think you can beat him fairly!Metal: If the ref's not there, use a chair.*As Blood swings the chair, Richlen suddenly comes to life and flies at Blood with a leg lariat! Richlen connects with the chair, driving it into Blood's face and sending him crashing to the mat!*
TIM HOSS: Richlen with a leg lariat out of nowhere, and Blood getting a faceful of steel! I hate to see a wrestler cheat, but I love it when I see it backfire!*Richlen notices Creed beginning to come around, and shoves the dropped chair out of the ring before covering Blood! Creed drags himself over, and starts to count*
One!
Two!
Three!
MICHAEL MUFFER: Here is your winner: GUS RICHLEN!TIM HOSS: He's done it! Gus Richlen has done it! The Xtreme Machine has defeated one of the WWCF Tag Team Champions, and earned himself a shot at their belts! But who will he pick as his parnter?Metal: Well I don't know the answer to that, but I will say that Richlen fully deserves his shot at those titles. He has just been in a hell of a fight, and came out victorious. Rock on, Gus!Backstage…
MPM (Quite Drunk):Heeyyyyy! You're Johnanathon Micheals! You and Evil M......You got.....whatzit ......Geometry!Chubbs: History sir.....MPM:Yeahyeah......Hizzztory! Say.....whatever happened to you? You used to be sumthin BIG! They say you coulda been CHAMPEEN! But lookit ya! Yer a bum...... *Playfully shoves JoNo, Obviously baiting him*
MPM: So.....Whazza BUM...like you......gonna do? Gonna Cry to Papa Nakatomi? Gonna Get yer Cajun Bodyguard to beat me up? I don't See 'um! Jonathan grabs Mulligan by the throat and pins him against the wall.
You want a piece?
Then it's you and me next week at the PPV, and I'll beat some sense into your drunk ass.*As JoNo is walking off*
MPM: (Suddenly Sober, whispering into a Cell Phone ) Mission Accomplished Bossman......The Rat has taken the bait.....I repeat.....The RAT has taken the BAIT......awaiting further instructionsGauntlet match: Stryker Dark Silence V. The Pantheon*Bagpipes furl*
Michael Muffer: The following match is a THREE ON ONE GAUNTLET MATCH! Making his way to the ring, from the WWCF HALL OF FAME, weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY POUNDS...STRRRRRYKER DARK SIIIIIIIIILEEEEEEENCE!!Stryker walks slowly down to the ring, slapping his own face and limbering up for the match ahead.
Hoss: Stryker looking a lot more pensive than he has in recent weeks. We're not used to seeing him this tense!Metal: This is one of the toughest man this sport has ever seen, but the prospect of having to face 3 men who are the calibre of his opponents tonight would be daunting for anybody!Stryker reaches the ring and climbs the steps, wiping his feet before he steps through the ropes and starts to unhook his belt, looking up the ramp.
Hair of the Dog kicks in and Johnny Stone walks out onto the ramp.
Muffer: And his FIRST OPPONENT! From YELLOW KNIFE IN THE NORTHWEST TERRITORIES, CANADA, weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN POUNDS! He is one quarter of The PANTHEON...'JUUUUUMBOOOOO' JOOOOHNNYYYYY STOOOOOOONE!Stone walks directly down the ramp, not breaking his stare at Stryker.
Hoss: One half of The Pantheon's chief tag team here King, and a real clash of Tag Team greats ahead. Metal: Oh yeah, both of these guys have held Tag Team gold, but you have to believe Johnny Stone has the advantage here - he is on the roll of a lifetime, and Stryker may still have to work off some ring rust.Hoss: I don't think you can ever count a guy like Stryker out, he's as tough as they come, but he's going to have had to bring some strategy here. He needs to win the first fall fast!The referee pats down Stryker as Johnny Stone reaches ringside. Stryker begins massaging his throat and CHARGES, SHOVING THE REFEREE DOWN! GREEN MIST! Johnny Stone puts his hands up to his face as the burning hits. Stryker grabs Stone and hauls him in over the ropes, immediately going to work with punches to the right eye. The referee comes and inserts himself between them, warning Stryker about the closed fists.
Metal: Stryker came for a fight, Gorilla! He just misted Stone in the first 10 seconds!Stryker stands and remonstrates with the referee, but takes the opportunity to twist the heel of his boot into the eye of Johnny Stone. He lifts a hand to the referee causing him to back off and turns, drops to his knees and slaps Stone across the face, before grinding his forearm across Stone's eyes. Stone fights to get free and wraps his legs around the bottom rope. The ref comes in and orders Stryker off with the 5 count, broken at 3.
Hoss: This is the cocky, aggressive Stryker we've seen in the past, ready for confrontation.Metal: He looks like he hasn't lost a step so far, but he is seriously risking a disqualification here.Stone is up, but his eye is clearly bothering him and he guards it with a raised hand as he and Stryker circle. Stryker fakes a punch and pokes at Stone's eye with the other hand and then charges and hits a bulldog as Stone reels away. Stryker starts throwing elbows at the eye causing Stone to reach for the bottom rope again, and rolls out of the ring as Stryker breaks for fear of the DQ.
Stryker runs off the ropes and goes for the baseball slide onto Stone on the outside, but Stone spots it and grabs Stryker's legs, dragging him out of the ring. Stone levels some punches at Stryker sending him reeling back, before whipping him back into the apron and driving his shoulder into Stryker's midriff before a sharp Clothesline across his chest.
Metal: Johnny Stone finally gets a chance for some offense here, but his vision has to be compromised.Stone rolls into the ring to break the count and then back out, throwing more punches at the winded Stryker. He grabs Stryker and whips him into the ring steps before going for scooping him up from behind and going for a German Suplex. Stryker deadweights him to block the attempt, so Stone modifies it into a takedown on Stryker's front, stands and kicks Stryker in the side before signalling for the Camel Clutch.
He reaches down to hook the arm, only for Stryker to throw an elbow at the injured eye causing him to reel away. Stryker drags himself up and launches at Stone, throwing elbows and punches at the eye and then scratching and biting at the eye socket. Stone roars in pain and tries to roll away but can't until Stryker stands as the count reaches 8. He rolls in and back out, lifting Stone and rolling him back in the ring.
Metal: More damage done to that eye. You know, I once saw a man pull out his own eyeball for booze money. True story.Stryker climbs back in as Stone gets to his knees, clutching his eye. Stryker runs and takes him back down with a dropkick between the shoulderblades, then runs off the ropes hittinng a BASEBALLSLIDE RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF JOHNNY STONE! He's not relenting though, and starts to deliver MMA elbows to Stone's eye.
Hoss: THE REFEREE HAS TO STOP THIS, JOHNNY STONE'S EYE COULD BE PERMANENTLY DAMAGED HERE!The ref drops to his knees and tries to examine Stone before calling for the bell.
Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has stopped the match at this time due to one of the competitors being unable to defend himself. The winner of the first fall...STRYKER DARK SILENCE!!Another referee and an EMT run down the ramp to tend to Johnny Stone as Hypocrisy rings out over the arena and King Lodi appears. He throws off his coat and glasses, dispensing with formalities and speeds down to the ring and slides in.
Metal: Johnny Stone is not the type of man to give up in any fight, but he may have suffered permanent damage to his eye. He won't like it, but this referee may have saved his career.Stryker and Lodi exchange blows viciously, before Lodi goes for the DDT, but gets backed into the ropes. Clean break by Stryker, but he does stop to blow a kiss, causing Lodi to charge and take Stryker down and throws off a series of punches. He stands and runs off the ropes with ROLLING THUNDER! Cover...1...2...Stryker kicks out.
Metal: King Lodi almost got him there. King Diamond is far better though.Lodi stomps into Stryker's gut before locking on the Front Chinlock! Stryker tries to struggle away and stretches for the ropes with his feet, but Lodi has it on tight and holds him towards the centre of the ring. Lodi rises to his knees, locking Stryker in a guillotine position and DDT!! Cover, hook of the leg...kick out at 2.
Lodi drags Stryker up and whips him into the turnbuckle hard. Stryker drops winded on impact, still smarting from Stone's attack and from the Rolling Thunder. Lodi stands over Stryker and delivers several hard kicks to his midriff, leaving Stryker gasping for air.
Hoss: The fresher man taking advantage of Stryker's earlier exploits!Metal: Lodi is avenging Johnny Stone here, and Stryker looks to be in real trouble.Lodi pulls Stryker up again, pushing him back into the corner and starts unloading a series of punches and kicks to his chest and stomach. Stryker's legs wobble, looking out on his feet, so Lodi slaps him across the face with a smile, feeling comfortably on top. Stryker comes back with a European Uppercut, sending Lodi back a step, and in a fit of rage CHARGES STRYKER WITH A LARIAT!! Stryker is sandwiched between the stiff arm and the turnbuckle and drops to the canvas. Lodi drops to the outside and PULLS STRYKER, CROTCHING HIM AT THE BOTTOM OF THE TURNBUCKLE!! AND AGAIN!! STRYKER IS LEFT GASPING FOR BREATH!!
Metal: Ouch...right in the nether region there. Lodi is dominating here, as we have become accustomed to in recent weeks.Lodi rolls back inside and drags Stryker to the centre of the ring. Cover...2...KICK OUT! Lodi is pissed and mounts Stryker MMA style, delivering punches to his face. The referee steps in and tugs at Lodi's arm, forcing him to break the mount. Stryker manages to get to his knees, Lodi rushes him looking to deliver a DDT, BUT STRYKER ROLLS THROUGH PINNING LODI!! 1...2...LODI BRIDGES OUT...AND POWERS STRYKER UP LOOKING FOR THE PILEDRIVER....STRYKER GRABS LODI'S LEG AND REVERSES OUT INTO A HEEL HOOK!! LODI FIGHTS FOR THE ROPES BUT CAN'T REACH...BUT BREAKS THE HOLD WITH A SWIFT KICK TO STRYKER'S RIBS!!
Metal: What a reversal exchange there! You gotta believe Stryker was very close to making Lodi tap there.Stryker rolls away, sucking wind hard. Lodi checks his foot and ankle before getting to his feet, guarding his leg. He paces over to the kneeling Stryker who begs off a bit, but Lodi shows no mercy AND PULLS STRYKER STRAIGHT INTO THE TRIANGLE CHOKE!! Stryker fights but can't get free. He appears to be running out of reserves and falls limp, but as the ref checks, pushes his weight forward AND ROCKS LODI BACK ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! 1...2....LODI SHIFTS HIS WEIGHT, FORCING STRYKER BACK INTO THE HOLD! Lodi looks to adjust to lock the hold on tighter, but Stryker grabs the HEEL HOOK AGAIN!! He cranks back, but Lodi grabs the ropes straight away. Stryker holds for nearly the full 5 count hoping for a moment to rest!
Lodi gets up guarding his foot again, and drags Stryker up to his feet, virtually no strength left and whips him off the ropes...HAULING HIM UP FOR THE WASTELAND...BUT HIS FOOT GIVES WAY...STRYKER SLIDES OUT...CYCLONE CUTTER!!! 1...2....3!! Stryker rolls out of the ring, sitting at ringside, sucking wind, looking worn down.
Lodi sits up, looking shocked and pissed off as Muffer takes the mic.
Muffer: The WINNER of the second FAAAALL....STRRRRYKER DARK SIIIILENCE!!Hoss: How did Stryker pull that one out!?Metal: Pure guts, Gorilla. Lodi threw everything he had at him, but on this night Stryker used his veteran instincts to get the win. Now, here comes Colt...I can't wait to see these old rivals go at it again!Choose Your Fate rings out around the arena as Colt appears, not in his usual slow demeanour and charges out to Stryker at ringside!! Stryker struggles to his feet offering up some defense, but Colt is too fresh and hits a sharp European Uppercut, followed by turning and hitting a Russian Legsweep on the outside!
Hoss: This fall hasn't even started yet and Stryker looks out!
King: He's done Gorilla! He's done!!Colt rolls him back in the ring, looking to put Stryker away. He pulls Stryker up...STORY FROM PAGE ONE!! He looks to cover...BUT THE CAVE BLARES OUT!!
Hoss: THAT'S BERGMAN'S MUSIC!!Metal: Bergman has beef with the Pantheon too, y'know!Colt turns to face the ramp, but there's no sign of Bergman...STRYKER COMES FROM BEHIND WITH A SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP!! 1...2...3!!!
Muffer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER!! STRRRYKER DAAAAARRRK SIIIILEEEENCCCCE!!Hoss: HE DID IT!! STRYKER DID IT!!Metal: What an incredible effort from Stryker here! He survived 3 of the top superstars in the WWCF, but tomorrow morning he's gonna know what a war he was just involved in there.Stryker gets to his knees, raising his arm in victory, clutching his ribs and with a glassy look in his eyes as Colt remonstrates with the referee. Lodi checks on Johnny Stone who is still having his eye looked at by the EMT, then turns and joins Colt in the ring, stalking Stryker.
Hoss: I think Stryker is about to pay for his victory here...Metal: Well, you would expect this from the Pantheon. They don't take kindly to losses, Gorilla.Both guys start to rain in shots on Stryker, causing blood to start pouring from his forehead....BERGMAN COMES FROM THE CROWD WITH A CHAIR IN HAND!! HE WIPES OUT STONE FROM BEHIND!! HE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND SMACKS COLT FROM BEHIND TOO!! LODI TURNS TO FACE HIM BUT EATS CHAIR AS WELL!!
Metal: Bergman saving the day with those chairshots! He just saved Styker from a potentially savage beating here.Colt and Lodi roll out of the ring, both guarding their chair injuries. They grab Johnny Stone, hoisting him over their shoulders and skulk to the back, Colt pointing and threatening both men in the ring.
Bergman waves them down to confront him, but they carry on into the back...Stryker's up behind him and Bergman hasn't seen! He turns...Stryker kicks to the gut...CYCLONE CUTTER!!!
Hoss: HE TOOK OUT THE GUY WHO SAVED HIM!! You would think Stryker would want allies following tonight's events, but clearly not!Metal: Well, talk about an ingrate. Maybe Stryker wanted to fight them by himself.Stryker grabs the mic and after gasping for air into it shouts down at Bergman laying prone:
"GET OUT OF MY RING!! THIS IS MY FIGHT!! MY FIGHT!! YOU AND THE PANTHEON!! MY RING!! I WILL STRIKE....YOU...OUT!"Jesse King walks out now to a chorus of boos. He is flanked by a security team, and a couple of men in suits. He gets in the ring as his help surrounds it, and asks for a mic.
Now I see you sitting in my seat Metal, and before you get up and do anything stupid, I have something to say. I am not able to face you in the ring for 5 minutes this week. Now I am a man of my word, and I will give you those 5 minutes when I'm good and ready, but this week I have been sick with a dehabilitating flu bug, plus...my pet dog Nelson died too.*The crowd boo what they think is a blatant lie. Metal rubs his eyes mockingly.*
Its truth, I swear on my life! Now I have spoken to Seth Drakin, and he assured me that as a result of my fragile emotional and physical state, I would be able to delay our 5 minute match. I have here the finest security team I can afford, plus my legal representatives are here as well. Metal, if you lay a hand on me tonight, I will sue you so fast it'll make your head spin!*The crowd boo even harder. Metal stands up, and has his own mic.*
Well Jesse, I can't say I'm surprised. You've always been a little worm of a man, and you're just proving that again. Well, if that's the word from the top, there's nothing I can do. Actually, there is one thing. I can kick your ass at the pay per view!*Jesse's face drops*
I'm gonna go and have a little chat with Mr Drakin right now, and let's see if something can be arranged, huh? You're only delaying the inevitable, my friend.*Metal walks to the ring and stands on the apron. The security team inch their way closer to him, in case he attacks. Metal then drops down and walks past them, smiling. He gets to the top of the ramp.*
Jesse, my friend, I shall see you in the pit!*Metal exits the arena. Jesse King looks panicked. He then dismisses his entourage for the evening, and takes his place at the commentary table*[/center]
Credits: Sparks, BRB, Evil M, Socko’s Brother, Mad Pirate Mulligan, Jonathan Michaels, and Stryker
Special thanks to Metal for his commentary contributions
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