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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Jun 28, 2011 19:21:00 GMT -5
The Anthem of the Angels is an awesome song, I think with Seth's new finisher supposedly hurting him as well as his opponents, I think I might change my theme song to this
What do you guys think? Would that be a better theme??
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Jun 28, 2011 22:13:52 GMT -5
Obviously EMJM is going for a silent intimidation thing right now. Hopefully the Bergman/Jackson vs. The Steampunks match will slightly convey your gimmick tweak. Could you maybe post an updated profile if EMJM is different enough though?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 28, 2011 22:58:31 GMT -5
Okay, I've got everything I need, so part one of the show will be posted soon.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 28, 2011 23:28:33 GMT -5
Monday NiteRaw, 6/27/2011
*Pyro explodes all over the Parts Unknown Arena*
Hoss: Welcome to Monday NiteRaw, the last show before Wheel Of Misfortune in one week's time! Tim Hoss here along with Jerry Fish. Fish: Normally Jesse King would be sitting in this chair, but he's still recuperating from being curb-stomped into a steel chair last week by Seth Drakin. Hoss: That happened after he taunted Seth over the fact that Seth's wife, Jessica Morton, is still hospitalized following an assault on the couple by the Pantheon, which ultimately led to the Pantheon taking control of the World WrestleCrap Federation. Seth has vowed that he will do the same thing to each and every member of the Pantheon who took part in that attack: Colt, Ryan Blood, Johnny Stone, and CageKing. And tonight he faces Ryan Blood in our main event, inside a steel cage! Fish: That probably won't be for the faint of heart. Let's run down the rest of the card tonight. Hoss: With the WWCF Tag Team Championships at stake at our upcoming Wheel Of Misfortune pay-per-view we will see both the champions and the challengers in action. The #1 contenders, Evil M and Vincent Van Agony, will face Hardcore Champion The General of the Monkey Army and Brony Alexander. The champions, Jonathan Michaels and the Boiler Room Brawler, will face "Damn Right" Jackson and the Inter-Forum Champion, Ryan Bergman. Fish: Who says that tag team wrestling is dead? We'll also see Champion Of Honor Gus Richlen taking on Whitey Fats, and Johnny Stone squaring off against Jay Carroll. But we'll kick things off with a triple threat match between CageKing, the Great Warrior, and a newcomer to the WWCF: The Punisher.
The following is a triple threat match, set for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit!
*Ecstasy/One Mic*
Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 315 pounds, Cageking!
*Generic Korean Music*
From Goyang, South Korea, weighing in at 278 pounds, The Great Warrior!
*The Gateway*
And from New York, New York, weighing in at 286 pounds, Frank Castle!
Hoss: It's probably not escaped anybody's notice that Frank Castle bears more similarities to a certain Marvel Comics character than just the name. But it's complete coincidence. Fish: A lot of coincidences, but coincidence nevertheless. At any rate, let's see what he can do against CageKing and The Great Warrior...
Referee Jake Kwon is in charge of the action. He calls for the opening bell. Warrior and Cageking lock up as Castle hangs back, watching the two more experienced men go at it. Warrior slaps on a headlock, but Cageking counters it, sending Warrior into the ropes. As he bounces back, Cageking catches him with a chick kick!
Hoss: A chick kick from CageKing! Or, as it's usually known when not executed by Trish Stratus, a roundhouse kick to the head. Fish: I don't think many people are going to confuse CageKing with the lovely Ms. Stratus.
Castle then steps up to Cageking. The two look each other up and down, then tie up. Castle grabs the arm and goes right into a hammerlock! Cageking breaks out of it and grabs Castle in a rear waistlock! He takes him down, then tries to go into a front facelock, but Castle grabs both legs and takes him down!
Hoss: Some nice technical wrestling on display from these two as the Warrior tries to come back from that kick. Fish: Do you think that having Jake Kwon officiate this match will work in the Warrior's favour? The Warrior works for Hideo Nakatomi, and Jake Kwon is in Nakatomi's pocket. Hoss: It's a definite possibility, I'd say.
Castle immediately goes for a Boston crab, but he’s cut off by The Great Warrior! Warrior throws some Asiatic thrusts, then sends Castle to the mat with a side kick! Cover!
1!
Cageking pulls him off!
Hoss: The Great Warrior looking to end this early, but CageKing says no way!
Cageking throws some punches at Warrior, then slams him to the mat! Rolling thunder by the former Inter-Forums Champion! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Hoss: Beautiful Rolling Thunder, but not enough to get the pin. Fish: If I were CageKing, I'd be keeping an eye on Castle. I don't know too much about this guy, but I have a feeling that a single side kick won't keep him down for long...
Cageking starts to pull Warrior up, but Castle stops him with a double sledge to the back! Castle throws Cageking through the ropes, then turns his attention to Warrior. Warrior is back up and he and Castle lock up. Warrior shoves Castle to the mat. Castle’s right back up and he nails Warrior with a roundhouse punch, followed by a lariat! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Hoss: Some stiff offense from Frank Castle!
Castle pulls Warrior up, Russian leg sweep! He goes to grab Warrior again, but get’s cut off by Cageking! Cageking with some hard punches, then a snap suplex! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
As Castle gets to his feet, Cageking nails him with a spinning heel kick! Castle is knocked back, Cageking hoists him up for the Overnight Celebrity, but Castle fights out of it! Cageking turns, Castle with a big boot! The Great Warrior comes up behind Castle and throws him to the outside! He picks Cageking up, two-handed choke slam! Cover!
1!
2!
Castle pulls Warrior out of the ring!
Fish: Close one! I thought the Great Warrior had CageKing beaten!
He drops Warrior with a punch, then slides back in and covers Cageking!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Castle pulls Cageking up and goes for the Capital Punishment, but Warrior clips his knee with a chop block! As he taunts Castle, Cageking grabs Warrior, Overnight Celebrity! Cover!
1!
2!
3!
Here is your winner, Cageking!
Hoss: CageKing picks up the victory and builds up some momentum heading to Wheel Of Misfortune and his match against Seth Drakin. And surprisingly, no shenanigans from Jake Kwon in this one! Fish: Yeah, who'd've thought? Anyway, Frank Castle looked good tonight though, and I think the sky's the limit for him. Although of course he's not here to win titles; he's here to track down his missing family, and competing is just a means to that end. Hoss: I can't imagine what that must feel like. I wish him luck. Fish: Time for our next match: Johnny Stone taking on Jay Carroll. Hoss: The WWCF Galaxy was shocked when former world champion Jay Carroll made his return and attacked Johnny Stone while Stone was in the middle of savagely beating Monty Dawson! After saving Dawson from a possible career-ending injury, Carroll declared his intention to battle Stone and the rest of the Pantheon. Stone, as you might expect, took exception. Now Jay Carroll is officially a part of the WWCF roster once again, and has to step into the ring with a... Fish: Psychopath? Lunatic? Maniac? Hoss: All of the above and more!
Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!
*"Panic Switch"*
Muffer: Introducing first! Hailing from Philadelphia, PA, and weighing in at 215 lbs...JAY CARROLL!
*Jay walks out to a big pop and makes his way down to the ring, stretching and waiting for his opponent*
Muffer: His opponent!
*"Adrian S.O.S."*
Muffer: Hailing from Calcutta, Bengal, India by way of Yellow Knife, North-Western Territories, Canada, he is the #1 contender for the WWCF Hardcore Championship...The Canadian Tiger...JOHNNY STONE!
Fish: That was sure a mouthful for Muffer. Hoss: Oh no, not again! Look in the crowd, Jerry!
*Johnny Stone is storming through the crowd, most of whom wisely get out of his way. One or two members of the WWCF Galaxy are too slow and get knocked down by Stone, and the rest of them have to dodge chairs as Stone picks them up and throws them in random directions!*
Hoss: This man is a danger to not only his opponents, but the fans as well! I know that he's a member of the Pantheon, but Colt has to understand that as the new CEO of this company, if he doesn't rein Stone in then he'll have a class action lawsuit on his hands sooner or later!
*With an ear-piercing howl of pure insanity Stone flies into the ring and charges at Jay Carroll, firing away with rights and lefts! Jay manages to block most of them and counter into an arm drag, hitting Stone with a snap suplex as soon as he gets up!*
Fish: Jay Carroll is making nice use of his technical skill to put a stop to Johnny Stone's rampage. Hoss: He should try to end this as quickly as possible. We all saw what Stone did to Jeremy Grave, to DR Jackson at Survivor Team Challenge Series, and to Monty Dawson the week after that. For Johnny Stone, winning takes second priority to severely injuring his opponents.
*Jay hits Stone with a series of knife-edge chops, allowing the fans in attendance to unleash the "Wooo"s they had been holding in. Stone finally puts an end to it with a thrusting headbutt, which staggers Jay, and takes advantage by catching him in a headlock and bringing him down with a bulldog!*
Hoss: And with that bulldog Stone has Jay Carroll at his mercy for the moment. I don't like the looks of this...
*Stone wraps both hands around Jay's neck and starts choking the life out of him! Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson starts counting and Stone stops at three. Jay lets out an audible gasp and goes into a fit of coughing. It seems that Stone releasing Carroll has nothing to do with Johnson's count, however, as Stone's begun fishing around inside his tights for something...*
Fish: What could he be looking for? Another fork? Hoss: I'd say that Johnson should have patted Stone down before the match, but it's not as though Stone gave him a chance...
*Before Stone can get whatever it is he's looking for, Jay leaps up and hits him with an enzuigiri! Both Stone and Carroll collapse to the mat*
Hoss: Beautiful enzuigiri by Carroll, who probably just saved himself from something really nasty!
*As soon as Carroll gets back to his feet he takes the fight to Stone, whipping him into the corner and following him in with a big lariat! Jay turns Stone upside down and ties him to the tree of woe!*
Fish: Jay's got Stone right where he wants him now.
*Jay backs up and runs in to deliver a dropkick, the impact shaking Stone's whole body and dislodging him from the ropes. Cover by Carroll*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Jay brings Stone up and plants him with a vertical suplex. Carroll goes for a Lionsault, but Stone gets his knees up! Carroll bounces off and rolls away, groaning and clutching his midsection as Johnson starts a ten count*
Hoss: Just like that, Jay's offense grinds to a halt. Hopefully he can get back to a vertical base before Stone can start going after him. Fish: No such luck, Gorilla; Stone's almost back up!
*Stone rises, looking quite pissed and more unhinged than usual. He pulls Jay up and hits him with a Death Valley Bomb!*
Hoss: Sick Death Valley Bomb from Johnny Stone!
*Maintaining his grip on Carroll, Stone brings him up again and hits him with an exploder suplex! With Jay down, Stone fishes around in his tights once more, and pulls out...*
Fish: Is that a pencil?! Hoss: Not just any pencil, Jerry--a NUMBER TWO PENCIL! Fish: That thing looks sharp enough to do some serious damage. Stone actually said that he was going to gouge Jay's eyes out with a pencil, but I didn't take him literally at the time!
*Stone climbs on top of Jay and stabs at his eye with the #2 pencil, but Jay gets a hand up at the last moment to partially deflect the stab so that it just BARELY misses his eye! Stone has stabbed him deep, however, and Carroll screams in pain as blood starts gushing from his forehead! Johnson calls for the bell*
Muffer: The winner of this match as the result of a disqualification, Jay Carroll!
Hoss: My god, Johnny Stone almost maimed Jay Carroll!
*Stone goes to stab Carroll again, but is stopped by WWCF security flooding the ring and dragging him off! EMTs run down to tend to Jay, who is trying to sit up and has a hand pressed to his forehead in a vain attempt to stop the profuse bleeding*
Fish: Hopefully Jay will be all right. I wouldn't want to be the General of the Monkey Army right now, having to defend my Hardcore Championship against something this insane and bloodthirsty! Hoss: Me neither. At least Jay's conscious and looks like he'll be able to leave the ring under his own power, which is more than can be said for Stone's other victims. Fish: Up next, we'll see the WWCF Champion Of Honor, "The Xtreme Machine" Gus Richlen, taking on one of the men who will challenge Colt for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship at Wheel Of Misfortune: "The Wrestling Messiah" Whitey Fats. Hoss: Whitey has made a number of...insensitive...remarks about Richlen's close female friend, Shaelin Marie O'Hara. Tonight, Richlen has a chance to make him pay for it, but Whitey doesn't seem to take Gus seriously. Fish: You'd think he would know better after Richlen eliminated him from the ten man tag at Survivor Team Challenge Series. Unlike Jesse King, I realize that this young man's accomplishments in the WWCF haven't been a series of flukes and dumb luck.
The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall!
*"Simply The Best" is nearly drowned out by boos as Whitey Fats appears on the ramp. The pyro that goes off when he raises his cane above his head does very little to drown THOSE out.*
Introducing first, from Starke, Florida, weighing in at 275 pounds, Whitey Fats!
If you ask me if I think Whitey Fats deserves to endanger "Damn Right" Jackson's title chances further at Wheel Of Misfortune, I think you know exactly what my answer is!
I agree, but Colt didn't ask either of us.
*"THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF, THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY. IT'S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD. KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!"
The pyro barely gets a chance to start, and the same is true for "Na Na Na," before Gus Richlen, sans either shirt or the Championship Of Honor, the latter being carried by a far behind Shaelin Marie O'Hara, speeds down the ramp, jumps into the ring and viciously spears Whitey before launching with a major flurry of punches, making it nearly impossible for Lloyd McFloyd to seperate the two. He manages to do so, however, an calls for the bell, but Richlen charges again, only to get leveled by a shining wizard at the last second!
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2!
Richlen gets the shoulder up, but Whitey applies a chokehold while Richlen is still down, and McFloyd starts a five-count, but Whitey releases his hold and yells "I HAVE TIL FIVE!" He then tries for the chokehold again, but Richlen kicks him in the face! He then uses the ropes to pull himself back up as Whitey shakes the cobwebs out, and when Whitey moves forward, Richlen drops him with a snap suplex!
Whitey is too close to the ropes for Richlen to pin, so the champ pulls him away from the ropes before hitting a Swerving Elbow!
1!
2!
Whitey gets the shoulder up and instantly rakes Richlen in the eyes! As McFloyd gives him a warning, Whitey nails the champ with another shining wizard!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out, so Whitey tries to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf, but Richlen manages to get to the ropes. Whitey holds it until the ref hits four, but when he tries to lock in a figure four leglock, Richlen rolls him up!
1!
2!
It's Whitey's turn to break free, and as he gets up, he tries for another shining wizard, but Richlen catches him and flapjacks him into the top rope! Whitey staggers forward, an Richlen picks him up, takes off running, an hits a running powerslam!
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2!
Whitey kicks out, so Richlen waits for him to get partway up, but an attempted Schwinn Smash is met with a AA Spinebuster!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out!*
There is no way that Blood is not loving this!
*Whitey adds a legdrop!
1!
2!
Richlen kicks out, but Whitey climbs to the top rope for a splash. He goes flying and hits the splash, but Richlen rolls through!
1!
2!
Whitey kicks out, gets to his feet, and goes for a lariat, but Richlen catches him and hits the over-the shoulder backbreaker before spinning him around and hitting the Carnosel!*
Richlen doesn't just want to build up momentum, he wants to put an end to Whitey's at the same time!
*Whitey starts to get up, but a scream an a Schwinn Smash put a stop to that as Richlen's A-shirt lands in the crowd!
Richlen starts stalking Whitey, and Whitey gets up and turns right into a brutal spear! Richlen flips over nearly on his face but pops right back up!
Whitey is slow to get to his feet, but when he does, Richlen hoists him up an hits the Final Judg- NO!!!! Whitey slips out and hits a German suplex, bridging it into a pin in the process!!!!
1!
2!
3!!!!!!*
Here is your winner, Whitey Fats!
So much for that idea.
Richlen, unfortunately, does little to help his own chances at Wheel Of Misfortune, while Whitey greatly increases his own!
Yeah, and don't think that won't gnaw at Richlen for a while, even if he does defeat Ryan Blood next week!
*Whitey gets out of the ring and gloats all the way up the ramp as Shaelin joins a seething Richlen in the ring. The champ does nothing but glare at Whitey.*
Hoss: A discouraging setback for Richlen. We'll see more of him later on in the program, as he debuts "The Richlen Show" and interviews the man who will challenge for his Championship Of Honor in one week: Ryan Blood. Fish: Speaking of #1 contenders, we'll be seeing Evil M and Vincent Van Agony--the #1 contenders for the Tag Team Championships held by the Boiler Room Brawler and Jonathan Michaels--in action mere moments from now. They'll be up against The General of the Monkey Army, who is the reigning Hardcore Champion as we mentioned, and Brony Alexander. Hoss: It won't be the first time we've seen them in tag team action, since they've previously tagged together as "Evil Hollywood". However, that was back when Vincent Van Agony was known as "Hollywood" Viva Los Bio Dome. As BRB found out the hard way squaring off with Van Agony recently, he's significantly harder to beat now than he was when he was a hedonistic, egotistical cheater. Fish: It won't be the first time that we've seen the General and B.A. tag together either, although there is the potential for trouble here. Brony Alexander and the sentient wind-up toy monkey who has controlled the General's mind in the past have exchanged heated words over Pinkie Pie, whom the wind-up monkey once knew in the Biblical sense. (I can't believe I'm saying this on national tv...) Hoss: Pinkie Pie appears to just be an inanimate figurine modeled after the character from the "My Little Pony" tv show. But B.A. considers her to be a living being, and after all the crazy crap we've seen here over the years, he could be right for all we know! Anyway, Brony Alexander will be fighting the wind-up monkey at Wheel Of Misfortune; if the monkey wins, he gets Pinkie Pie back, but if Brony wins, the monkey has to leave...forever!
Fish: What the hell was that?! Hoss: Uh, I believe that was Pinkie Pie. Fish: But how did she...it...uh... Hoss: Let's just allow Michael Muffer to introduce the competitors, Jerry, and try not to think about it too hard.
Evil M and Vincent Van Agony vs. The General of the Monkey Army and Brony Alexander
Michael Muffer: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 472 pounds: The General of the Monkey Army and Brony Alexander!
*The General and Brony come out on the stage to a mash up of their themes (The score from King Kong 2004 and “Photo Finish” from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic). The General heads down to the ring walking stiffly, the Wind Up Monkey in one hand and the Hardcore Title slung over the opposite shoulder. Brony prances behind him, jumping as if startled each time there is a flash sound in his music.*
Jerry Fish: The General of the Monkey Army and Brony Alexander make their way to the ring. They’ve had an on again, off again, tag team partnership. I wonder if the friction between the General’s wind up toy monkey and Alexander over PinkiePie will affect their ability to work together during this match.
Tim Hoss: Jerry, I’ve been in the wrestling business for over forty years. I’ve thought I’ve seen and heard it all. And then you go and say that last sentence.
MM: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 504 pounds: Evil M and Vincent Van Agony!
*The crowd boos loudly as a mash up of Coheed and Cambria’s “No World for Tomorrow” and Rainbow’s “Man on a Silver Mountain” is played. Evil M and ViVA stalk out to a chorus of boos. While M jogs down the ramp singing his own praises, Van Agony flies like a bullet to the ring, dives under the ropes, stands, and begins doing some last minute stretching of his arms and neck. Evil M enters, removes his letterman’s jacket, and poses on one of the turnbuckles.*
TH: And here are the Number One Contenders for the Tag Team Titles, apparently without their sponsor, Mister Hideo Nakatomi, for the evening.
JF: Nakatomi is more than Evil M’s sponsor; he’s his future father-in-law! I can’t believe any man would allow their daughter to marry such a sadist.
TH: Nakatomi has a pretty considerable sadistic streak himself. So much of what he does appears designed to torment Jonathan Michaels, who was not only his daughter Sarah’s old boyfriend but one half of the current Tag Team champs, the Steampunks.
*Referee Will Alphonzo calls all four men to the middle of the ring to go over the rules and figure out who is going to start the match. The General and ViVA say they’ll begin, and M and Brony head to their corners. Alphonzo motions for the bell to be rung, and the two begin exchanging punches. ViVA switches over to several shoot kicks to the legs, forcing the General back. He hits a neckbreaker, and goes for a cover. One! Kickout. ViVA pulls the General up to go for a suplex, but its blocked. The General goes for a suplex himself, but ViVA lands on his feet when tossed and hits another neckbreaker. He hooks the leg. One! Kickout. He grabs the General’s legs and rolls over so that the bigger man is stretched out across his knees.*
TH: Nice bow and arrow by Vincent Van Agony.
*Alphonzo checks on the General, who refuses to submit. ViVA releases the hold and pushes him off his knees. He stands, stomps on his opponent’s back a few times, and heads to his corner to tag in Evil M. M gets to the General just as he is rising to his feet and clubs him in the back of the head with his forearm. When the General goes down to his hands and knees M straddles him and applies a rear chinlock. He wrenches the General’s head and neck back, ordering Will Alphonzo to “Ask Him!” if he quits. The General of the Monkey Army responds by ramming his elbow into Evil M’s face repeatedly until he lets go, and then lurching over to tag in Brony.*
JF: Here comes Brony Alexander. Now both teams have tagged in.
*Brony charges in and hits a running lariat that staggers Evil M. He bounces off the (announcer side ropes) and throws a European uppercut. His bigger opponent stands his ground and hits a throat thrust that stops Brony in his tracks, before snap suplexing him to the mat. Cover. One! Two! Brony gets an arm up. Evil M pulls Brony to his feet, applies, a wrist lock, and leads him over to the (near announcer side) corner where ViVA waits. He tags ViVA in, and the two spend several moments punching and stomping at Brony until the referee orders M out of the ring.*
TH: Some dirty, albeit effective, teamwork by Evil M and Vincent Van Agony there.
JF: They are the Number One Contenders for the Tag Team Titles, Gorilla.
*ViVA gets Brony in a front facelock and knees him several times in the gut, as he drags him out of the corner, only to whip him back into it, and into an elbow from Evil M. When Brony staggers out ViVA hits a Codebreaker that puts his opponent down. One! Two! Brony reaches out and gets his hand under the bottom rope. Alphonzo tells ViVA, who looks frustrated. He pulls Brony away from the ropes by his leg and applies an inverted Indian deathlock, rolling over onto his stomach to do so. Brony howls in agony and pounds his fist on the mat, but shakes his head when Alphonzo asks him if he submits. Slowly, he pulls himself towards the (announcers’ side) ropes, extending his arm to grab the bottom one. As he gets close Evil M drops down to the floor and grabs the rope to keep it out of Brony’s reach, earning a chorus of boos and a warning from the ref. M lets go, and Brony is able to make the rope break.*
TH: More chicanery from Evil M during this match. How was this man able to hold the Championship of Honor for as long as he did given his duplicitous nature.?
JF: I think you answered your own question there.
*Alphonzo tells ViVA to release the hold, but he does not comply until the ref gets to four on the count out. ViVA stands and stomps on Brony’s injured leg before going to tag Evil M back in. The big man climbs to the second rope and splashes down on his opponent, before dragging him to the center of the ring and rolling him up for a pin. One! Two! Kickout.*
TH: I understand that M wants to get Brony Alexander away from the ropes to stop him from breaking up a pinfall, but he and ViVA had him perfectly isolated in their corner, away from his tag team partner.
JF: I don’t know if location matters much, Gorilla. Brony’s partner, The General of the Monkey Army, doesn’t seem to be paying too much attention to what’s happening in the ring.
*The General is shown standing outside his corner, holding the wind up monkey up to his face, and nodding intently at it.*
JF: What do you think they could be talking about?
TH: I shudder to contemplate it, Jerry.
*Evil M pulls Brony to his feet and puts him in a side headlock. He begins to drag him back towards ViVA but Alexander is able to wriggle free. He kicks Evil M in the stomach and when he doubles over Brony throws him down with a pumphandle drop.*
TH: Brony Alexander showing some real power here. Not only was he able to break Evil M’s headlock but he slammed him to the mat on a bum leg. And M outweighs him by sixty pounds.
JF: That took a lot out of Brony, though.
TH: Agreed. He needs to make a tag here.
*While M is still down, Brony limps over to his corner. The General holds out his hand that doesn’t hold the wind up monkey. Evil M gets to his feet and sets off after Alexander. When Brony goes for the tag, The General pulls his arm back and swings forward with a haymaker to the side of the masked man’s head that drops him like a stone. The crowd gets quiet, then boos in outrage.*
TH: Are you kidding me? The General of the Monkey Army just punched out his own tag team partner!
*Evil M stares down at Brony. Then, smirking, covers his chest with one foot. Alphonzo makes the count. One! Two! Three!*
MM: Here are our winners: Evil M and Vincent Van Agony!
*ViVA joins Evil M in the ring to celebrate their victory. Brony slowly rises to a sitting position, clutching his head in both hands. The General of the Monkey Army, still holding the wind up toy, drops off the apron and goes to retrieve his belt. The cameras pick up on the monkey seemingly staring back into the ring at Brony with an eerie grin.*
TH: Even with the shaky circumstances behind their win, Evil M and ViVA looked strong tonight which has to make them feel good going in to their title match against the Steampunks at “Wheel of Misfortune.” As for the team of The General of the Monkey army and Brony Alexander, what can be said? How can they function after this?
JF: I don’t know, Gorilla. That wind up monkey is obviously driving a wedge between the two wrestlers. Either he goes, or their partnership will have to. Their confrontation at the “Wheel of Misfortune” pay per view will determine who stays and who goes.
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Gus Richlen: Ruffian
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Post by Gus Richlen: Ruffian on Jun 28, 2011 23:35:46 GMT -5
Hopefully that won't be the last we see of the recently returned Jay Carroll....
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 28, 2011 23:45:02 GMT -5
Ryan Bergman & "Damn Right" Jackson versus The Steampunks
Up next is an all-star match as Ryan Bergman and DR Jackson take on the WWCF Tag Team Champions: Boiler Room Brawler and Jonathan Michaels, the newly christened "Steampunks."
They're gonna both wear goggles to feel like that makes them Victorian?
I understand that it's more of a portmanteau of their themes. Boiler Room Brawler is a monster from steamy boiler rooms whereas Jonathan Michaels is a high risk rebel. "Steam" + "Punk"; steampunk.
Hmm, not a bad name. I've definitely heard worse.
Let's turn to Michael Muffer and get this surefire classic underway...
The following exhibition tag team match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first the challengers...
*Edge of Faith - Nemesis Theory*
*Ryan Bergman emerges onto the stage, hood drawn over his face, which he slips off and slowly walks down the ramp to the ring, high fiving the fans along the way.*
Now entering the ring; hailing from Fulton, New York and weighing 220lbs; Ryan... Bergman!
First we have Ryan Bergman. He is the second longest reigning WWCF Champion in history. Hell, he trained Boiler Room Brawler after BRB forgot how to wrestle a year ago. Think he let BRB know all of his moves?
BRB also now remembers his old moves from before Bergman taught him how to wrestle. That makes BRB more dangerous than ever if you asked me.
Perhaps, but BRB could have looked better last week in his match against ViVA.
Vincent Van Agony.
Right, sorry; between knowing him as Viva Los Bio Dome for so long and King referring to him as ViVA, I forgot.
*Bergman slides into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle, and strikes a pose for the crowd.*
And introducing his partner...
"Too Black...Too Strong...Damn Right!"
*"All Of The Lights"*
*"Damn Right" Jackson emerges onto the stage, looks around the arena, then zeroes in on the ring, and walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans.*
Here comes DR Jackson, the longest reigning WWCF Champion in history himself. And during that reign, he frequently faced off against both of his opponents tonight.
Now entering the ring from West Philly, Pennsylvania; weighing 295lbs, he is: Damn... Right... Jackson!
*DR Jackson slides into the ring. He removes his sunglasses as he approaches Bergman to discuss opening strategy.*
And their opponents...
*Mishmash of "Rigorous Vengeance" by Municipal Waste and "DOA" by Foo Fighters*
*Smoke billows over the entrance and the ramp. Boiler Room Brawler and Jonathan Michaels charge out, running down the ramp, WWCF Tag Team Championship belts slung over their shoulders. Jonathan Michaels is still wearing Evil M's old mask from the latter's days as Evil Masked Wordlifeecw*
The Steampunks seem very fired up!
I hope that wasn't a pun.
Wha...oh, steam, fire, I get it. And God no. In any case, how likely do you think they are to retain their titles at Wheel Of Misfortune?
Judging from the recent turn of events with Jonathan Michaels, I think they have a very good chance of winning their first title defense, Jerry. I believe Jonathan Michaels--or rather, Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels--has gotten into the head of Evil M.
Now entering the ring at a combined weight of 565lbs; hailing from Los Angeles California and Rockford, Illinois: Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels and Boiler Room Brawler... the Steampunks!
*The Steampunks enter the ring, climb turnbuckles, and hold up their WWCF Tag Team Championship belts.*
The Steampunks made good on their threats to take the title from Blood & Stone, but how long can they hold onto the titles? This match could very well be a test of that.
Absolutely, Tim. A victory here would be sure to convert any remaining doubters of Jono and BRB.
*The Steampunks hand off their belts and play a couple rounds of rock-paper-scissors until Evil Masked JoNo wins. He walks and stands across from Bergman. Referee Lloyd McFloyd starts the match. JoNo lock arms with Bergman, then follows up with an arm drag. Bergman quickly returns to his feet as JoNo charges for a spear.*
Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels taking no chances out of the gate.
*Bergman leap frogs JoNo. EMJM rebounds from the ropes for a clothesline.*
A swing and a miss, but Michaels is ready for a clothesline.
*Bergman catches EMJM's clothesline and counters with an arm drag.*
Ryan Bergman with an arm drag of his own.
Although it's still early, Bergman's gotten in most of the offense here...
*EMJM runs up and bends Bergman over with a kick to the midsection. He headlocks Bergman and DDTs him.*
Michaels with a DDT to Bergman!
Guess I may have spoken too soon!
*EMJM covers for the pin. Referee McFloyd counts one, t- Bergman powers out. EMJM gets up to tag BRB in.*
This should make for an interesting spar.
Teacher vs. student.
*BRB crosses the ropes and invites Bergman over. Bergman runs over and throws a dropsault to BRB, but BRB only stumbles back a step, then takes that step forward and attempts an elbow drop to Bergman, but Bergman rolls out of the way in time.*
Just one elbow drop from the Boiler Room Brawler could devastate Bergman.
I think that a sharp elbow driven into your body with 325 lbs behind it could probably devastate almost anybody.
*Bergman is on his feet more quickly than BRB and he throws a palm strike straight to BRB's head. BRB continues to his feet as Bergman throws another palm strike to BRB's head. BRB counters with a palm strike of his own, backing Bergman away.*
Bergman has the speed, but BRB has the power.
The only question is who has the skill. BRB remembers everything that Bergman taught him when he had amnesia in addition to all of his old moves. On the other hand, when Bergman was released from the WWCF and went to the indies, he learned a lot of new tricks, as we've seen since his rehiring.
*Bergman follows up with a shoulder block that takes Bergman down to the mat. BRB raises his arm for an elbow drop, to which Bergman rolls away. BRB doesn't drop and then takes a step over to stomp on Bergman's knee.*
BRB with a psych out to Ryan Bergman.
*BRB follows up with another stomp to Bergman's knee. Bergman grabs the ropes and quickly gets up, then hops up on the second rope and goes for a hurricanrana to BRB, but BRB doesn't go down with him and pushes forwards, to which Bergman tags in DR Jackson.*
Nice tag by Ryan Bergman.
It's been some time since these two last squared off.
*Jackson crosses the ropes and plows BRB with a lariat, taking him down to the mat. Bergman rolls off of BRB and slides outside for a moment.*
Jackson's one of the only WWCF wrestlers powerful enough to take on BRB without changing his strategy.
You're damn right about that.
*Jackson covers BRB for the pin. Referee McFloyd counts one-BRB powers out. Jackson mounts BRB and barrages him with punches, to which BRB forcefully rolls over, switching positions with Jackson and stands back up, Jackson not far behind him.*
Jackson's fists can test even BRB's toughness.
*BRB throws a palm strike at Jackson, then follows up by clasping Jackson's throat for a choke, but Jackson thrusts his elbow into BRB's face to make him back off.*
The message behind that elbow was that Jackson does not appreciate being choked!
*Jackson follows up with a big boot kick to BRB's face. BRB is rocked backward onto the ropes. Jackson catches BRB on the rebound and whips him across the ring. BRB rebounds. Jackson catches BRB, hoists him up, and powerslams him to the mat, covering for the pin.*
Look at the strength of "Damn Right" Jackson.
*Referee McFloyd counts one, tw-BRB kicks out. Jackson stands up and stomps on BRB, but BRB reaches out and tags in Evil Masked Jonathan Michaels, who crosses the ropes and takes Jackson down to the mat with a clothesline.*
Good idea by BRB to tag in his rested partner.
And Michaels lands a clothesline on Jackson!
*EMJM covers for the pin, but Jackson powers out before the ref can count. They get up, and Jackson goes for a hook. Michaels counters with an arm drag and locks in an arm bar.*
Michaels is trying to counteract Jackson's power by taking out the arms. Coincidentally, BRB did small work on Bergman's knees.
Not a bad strategy by the Steampunks.
*JoNo maintains the arm bar on Jackson, but Jackson tries to drag JoNo to the ropes. Bergman reaches his arm out for a tag.*
Bergman's hand is still out of reach, but if Jackson does manage to tag him in we'll see if his knee is up to the task of taking it to the Steampunks.
*Jackson clutches the ropes with his arm. EMJM releases him, then tags BRB back in while Jackson stands up.*
Round two.
*BRB and Jackson charge at each other. BRB lifts Jackson up and briefly stuns him with a Manhattan drop, then follows up with a belly-to-belly suplex.*
Boiler Room Brawler takes it to Jackson now!
*BRB covers for the pin. Referee McFloyd counts one, two, Jackson kicks out.*
That combination clearly took a lot out of Jackson, but I don't think anything less than a Boiling Point or Boiler Room Bomb will be enough for BRB to put him away.
*BRB helps Jackson up, only to go for a scoop slam, but Jackson counters with a DDT. Jackson drops an elbow onto BRB's back.*
Jackson working on BRB's back to keep him on the mat.
*Jackson tags in Bergman, who waits for BRB to stand up, then leaps off for a flying crossbody, taking BRB back down to the mat.*
Bergman's wheels seem to be working just fine so far!
*Bergman hooks the leg for the pin. Referee McFloyd counts one, two, BRB kicks out. BRB palm strikes Bergman square in the face, knocking him away in order to stand back up.*
Bergman may have trained BRB all those months ago, but BRB is still significantly larger.
*BRB charges for Bergman, who counters with a dropsault, but BRB catches Bergman and sets him up for the Boiling Point.*
Bergman may have made a fatal mistake.
Either Bergman or his partner need to stop BRB from hitting this move and covering, otherwise it's all over!
*BRB surveys the crowd, and just before he can execute the Boiling Point, Jackson crosses the ropes and grabs him, then lifts him up for High Anxiety.*
Jackson with High Anxiety to Brawler!
He took a little too much time, and it cost him. Jackson isn't the legal man, though.
*Bergman slips away as Referee McFloyd counts against Jackson, but then Michaels storms in with a Fade to Black to Bergman's jaw.*
And Michaels with the Fade to Black!
*Michaels's FTB to Bergman catches Jackson's attention, to which BRB slips out of the High Anxiety, then clutches Jackson from behind for a double knee backbreaker.*
And Brawler capitalizes.
Neither Jackson nor Bergman's in very good shape right now. If BRB can tag in his partner, Evil Masked Jono could win this for the Steampunks!
*Brawler sees Bergman is down as Michaels returns to his corner. He jumps up and body splashes Bergman before going for the pin. McFloyd counts one, two, three.*
Or BRB could just take care of business himself...
*Mishmash of "Rigorous Vengeance" by Municipal Waste and "DOA" by Foo Fighters*
Here are your winners as a result of a pinfall: Boiler Room Brawler and Jonathan Michaels: The Steam...punks!
Well there you have it, Jerry. The Steampunks have proven that they aren't one match wonders.
Not to take anything away from Hideo Nakatomi's team, but I think they'll have their work cut out for them at Wheel Of Misfortune.
*The Steampunks help Bergman and Jackson stand up. They shake hands, with stern "next time" looks exchanged.*
And a show of class from the Steampunks.
With so much bad blood in the World WrestleCrap Federation these days, it's nice to see this kind of sportsmanship.
We must get to commercials, and don't anyone change the channel because we got more action coming up on Monday Niteraw!
*As NiteRaw returns from commercial...*
Hoss: Welcome back everybody! We are about to see the debut of "The Richlen Show"!
*"THE FUTURE IS BULLETPROOF, THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY. IT'S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD. KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!"
"Na Na Na" blasts through the sound system as the pyro goes off.*
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the WWCF Champion Of Honor, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!
*Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara stop long enough on the ramp for Richlen to hoist his championship into the air as more pyro goes off. They then enter the ring, where there are three stools, resembling bar stools or shop stools. There are mics on each stool, and Richlen and Shaelin each take one.*
I know I promised this a long time ago, but better late than never. Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the debut of the one, the only, the show so nice I did not name it twice, the best thing to happen to WWCF since my debut, it is time for THE RICHLEN SHOW!!!!
*A very wimpy fanfare is piped over the speakers, causing the two in the ring to facially express their disapproval.*
Next time, I want something a bit stronger.
Now, tonight is a very important occasion, not just because this is the debut of The Richlen Show, but it is just one week before Shaelin wins her first official WWCF match and, even better, one week before I successfully defend my Championship Of Honor.
And from there, there is nowhere left to go...
*The two slowly look up to the ceiling, and just as slowly lower their heads back down.*
... But up.
But, there is still a lot of show left to go, so we may as well get on with it. Allow me to introduce my first-ever guest, the Number One Contender for my title at Wheel Of Misfortune, Ryan Blood!
*"Virus" hits as the arena goes dark and is lit up by jets of blue flame on the entrance ramp, illuminating Ryan Blood. As the flames die down, the lighting changes to blue as he heads down to the ring and climbs through the ropes. Seeing the mic on the empty stool, he picks it up, taps it a couple of times, and then rests one foot on the stool and leans forward toward Richlen and O'Hara, resting one arm on his raised thigh and grinning smugly. The music cuts off and the lighting returns to normal*
Here I am, gracing the both of you with my presence. You're welcome. Now, what do you want to ask me?
Boy, he doesn't waste time, does he?
Normally, I'd be in a ambiguous mood, but considering that I did not have a good night against a certain someone who your buddy Colt seems to think is more worthy to recieve a shot at his championship than Jackson, Drakin, Evil M, Sparks, or hell, even you, and considering the things that certain somebody was saying to and about the best friend I've ever had, and quite frankly, I'm pissed off.
But, you've got your match against Seth Drakin momentarily, and I've had enough trouble for one night, so Shaelin and I will try to restrain ourselves.
We will?
Trust me on this, OK?
*SIGHHHHHHHH* Fine.
Moving on. Have you tried speculating on what weird Rules of Honor variations both of us may have to deal with?
*Blood's expression turns more serious*
Yeah, and I'll get to that in a minute. But first, let me explain something to you: the reason I had for helping to depose Seth Drakin was not just because he was irritating me, but because he was unfair as hell. He would grant title shots--or not--based on whether or not he liked you. Now that I have a share of the power, that unfairness is something I'm trying to make sure doesn't happen under the Pantheon.
So let's go over those names you mentioned. I already got a shot at the title inside the Thunderdome. It came down to me and Colt in the end, as a matter of fact, and Colt beat me. For me to get another shot at the World Heavyweight Championship so soon afterwards wouldn't be fair.
Evil M, likewise, had a shot in the Thunderdome, and he got eliminated. For him to get another one so soon after wouldn't be fair. Besides, he's already been given a chance to become a two time Champion Of Honor, and now he's being given a shot at the tag titles, so he's luckier than a lot of other guys around here. I'd rather he didn't get a shot at anything but--as Colt pointed out to me earlier--if I try to keep Evil M from getting a title shot simply because I don't like him, I'm no better than Drakin was. So I've very reluctantly stopped protesting that. I wish Jono and BRB the best of luck in their title defense, though.
As for Jackson, he's getting a title shot.
As for Sparks...Gus, you know I'm not happy about what happened to him. I've got no problem with Sparks. He deserves the title shot he won fair and square. He didn't deseve what Colt did to him, and I would've stopped it if I'd known what was gonna happen, but...
*Blood trails off*
Never mind. You mentioned Drakin. Okay, let me use Seth's own logic to make a case for why he shouldn't get a shot at the most important title in this company. After Whitey Fats came back, he demanded a tag title shot. Seth told him that he had to earn one. And as much as I despise your buddy Seth Drakin, if I'd been in his place I might've told him the same thing, although I would've put him in a number one contender's match or something instead of just telling him to wait indefinitely.
So now that Seth's returned to competition, why should he move to the front of the line? Because he's a former world champion? So's Bergman. So's Viva. So's Carroll. They're not just getting handed title shots. If Seth wants to challenge for the world title, he'll have to earn a shot at it.
Which brings me to Whitey Fats. Maybe you don't believe this, but I think that Whitey's a piece of s***. I don't like him. I dislike him enough that I made him face me in this ring before Survivor Team Challenge Series so that I could kick his ass. I don't think Colt believes he's more worthy than anybody else. I definitely don't. But Colt made a deal with Whitey: a title shot in exchange for providing us with a security force we could trust and in exchange for contributing his services to Team Pantheon. Colt's contractually bound to give him that title shot, since Whitey lived up to his end. So even if he wanted to go back on his word, he couldn't.
And finally, your original question: the Rules Of Honor. It's not real complicated, Richlen. No DDTs, no brainbusters, no piledrivers. My ADH is a lifting DDT from the top rope, so I can't use it. Your Final Judgment is a belly-to-back piledriver, so you can't use that. We're pretty much equally handicapped going in.
Brawling outside the ring gets you DQ'd. I was damn lucky that Alphonzo didn't DQ me when I lost it and followed M outside to go after him.
Throwing somebody over the top rope also gets you DQ'd. That Rule Of Honor dates back to when Seth created the title and the Rules. But now it's been modified so that you only get disqualified if the ref believes you intended to do it.
Finally, we shake hands before the match starts, and the title can change hands on a DQ or countout. Which means that theoretically, I could win the title by asking one of these security guys to climb up on the ring apron and punch me in the back, or you could retain it if you got Shaelin or whoever to do the same to you. But whatever else I think of you, Richlen, I don't think you're going to use cheap-ass tactics like that, and whatever you think of me you're going to see in our title match that I won't either.
I know that, judging on your record, I really should not do this, but I'll take your word for it.
With one exception, and since you've already done what I expected and talked a lot and a lot and a lot and a lot and a lot, it's my turn, Blood.
That thing about us being equally handicapped? You're wrong.
See, I've called myself by the nicknames of the "Xtreme Machine" and the Lord Of The Machine Shop, but there is one other nickname that, until now, only a very few people knew about. A nickname that, perhaps, may open your eyes to realize that you have absolutely no idea what you will be REALLY walking into.
In wrestling school, I was called the Man of a Thousand Finishers. Admittedly, that is an exaggeration, as I only know 533. But there is a reason I was called that.
When I was training, and since Shaelin and I trained together, she can back this up, I wasn't like most students. I had no desire to practice restholds, or how to fly around like Rocky the Squirrel. No, I wanted to learn all the ways I could finalize victory. I wante to know the things that would clinch championships. I was determined to know every method possible to PUT. SOMEONE. DOWN.
So I trained in every finisher I could think of, some of which I came up with myself, and it was in the art of the finisher that I found my calling. The Final Judgment? I tweaked that to my own personal level of perfection. The Lights Out? That extra bit of spin, that extra amount of twist in my torso, all that is my own addition. The Nightmare Express? Go online, look up "sleeper variants," and most likely you'll see the Nightmare Express on that list, complete with a photo of The Sam succumbing to it a couple of weeks ago.
Some of the other moves I have in my arsenal? Anybody who has gotten hit with MY spear feels like they've been run over by a bull. Nobody expects a person my size to be able to chokeslam someone as effectively as I have. The Carnosel takes the wind out of everyone's sails, as you yourself know. And I have yet to put full force behind the Schwinn Smash, because if I were to do so, it'd be like getting punted by a certain Randy Orton: you're gonna be OUT. All four of those moves can work just as well for a finisher if need be. And there are so many finishers that I have knowledge of that I can't even begin to list them all.
So, no, Blood, you and I are nowhere close to being equally handicapped. You? Sure, you've got that sleeper... thingy, and I know all too well about that superkick. But me? You have ZERO, and I do indeed mean ZERO, muchacho, ZERO idea of what I am truly capable of.
I take it you're done now? Yeah, I'm a motormouth and maybe the biggest one in the WWCF, but you've gotta be a close second.
I call bulls*** on all your bragging, Richlen, that when it really matters you suddenly become SUPER-RICKY, and hit even HARDER with your ZILLIONS of finishers that can KILL PEOPLE! Please. It was just under a month ago that you were in a match that meant more than anything to you, that meant even more to you than our upcoming match. You wanted, more than anything, to put the WWCF back in Seth's hands. So you had to be giving it your all.
Remember how that worked out, Gus? You got pinned and eliminated...
*Blood points to his chest*
...by ME. You hit me with everything you were capable of, and it wasn't enough to put me down.
And hey, if you want to say that it only happened because you had that "I Quit" match against B.A. the week before, and that you'd have beaten me otherwise...whatever helps you sleep at night without feeling like a miserable failure, buddy. But you won't be able to cling to that delusion after I defeat you and become the new Champion Of Honor.
I see you're laying the foundations for a KFC while I'm selling your future stock overeasy at the nearby diner. Again. Just like before I beat you to earn a shot at the tag titles. Just like before Naitch and I beat you to win those titles. Just like you're doing right now.
Now please excuse me while I stop telling you about my training accolades and start giving you an extremely painful dose of reality.
Just before STCS, you decided that, all of a sudden, you wanted to go for the Championship Of Honor, which champion happens to oh-so-convieniently be me. How convienient for you to take the title created by one foe by defeating one of his supporters!
But Seth Drakin is right, Blood. The reason you will NEVER be Champion of Honor is because your track record shows just how dishonorable a person you really are.
Breaking an old man's limbs both because you don't like him and because you're trying to get a point across that somebody learned anyway? I don't care how pathetic Hideo Nakatomi is, that wasn't honor. Assaulting "Damn Right" Jackson after he went through hell against your equally dishonorable leader Colt? That wasn't honor. Ambushing Jackson again and helping Colt execute one of the worst cases of highway robbery in the history of professional wrestling? That wasn't honor. Being a poor sport an forcing a rematch for the tag championships immediately after losing them, then assaulting the new champions and stealing the belts back? That wasn't honor either.
And attacking the CEO of World WrestleCrap Federation, then brutalizing the love of his life, just because you felt like it, just because you wanted to make a point, and leaving her broken and unable to speak? THAT SURE AS f*** WAS NOT HONOR, RYAN BLOOD!
You can spout all the bulls*** you want to try to defend yourself or your cohorts, but all it will ever BE is bulls***. You will not be leaving Wheel of Misfortune as Champion of Honor because you HAVE NO HONOR and therefore you do not deserve it and as such I f***ing REFUSE to let you win.
*Blood theatrically yawns before replying*
If you say so, Gus. You and I could argue over the definition of "honor" and who's gonna win at Wheel Of Misfortune all night long, but I can feel the ratings going down every minute this little show you set up drags on. And I'm ready for my match. So how about we wind this up so that all this crap can be cleared out of the ring and you can get your ass backstage. Also, if you're thinking of ending the "show" by trying to pay me back for kicking your teeth down your throat last week--if either of you are--then get on with it. Otherwise, I'll see you at Wheel Of Misfortune.
Whatever, Blood. The ratings tanked the moment your music hit. When Seth Drakin wins tonight, hopefully he doesn't do too much damage. Hate to have to hear you make excuses after I retain the championship next week.
And in any case, he's going to hit the showers, I'm going to hone my gameplan against Lodi's girlfriend, and we're going to be riding high after the PPV.
And much as I'd love to give you the Final Judgment that I can't use next week, I'd rather leave you disappointed. TA!!!!
*Richlen and Shaelin exit the ring, with Blood making the belt motion as Richlen turns, gives Blood a disturbingly sinister smile, and disappears, leaving Blood waiting as security clears the ring. Once that's finished, a chain-link, roofless cage is lowered from the ceiling, enclosing the ring and the competitor already inside it*
Muffer: The following steel cage match is your main event! It is scheduled for one fall with no time limit, and can be won only by pinfall or submission! Introducing first, already in the ring...hailing from Baltimore, MD, and weighing in at 208 lbs..."The Blood Knight"....Ryan Blood!
*Blood removes his jacket and hands it to refeee Jake Kwon, eyes fixed on the ramp. The lights dim*
Muffer: His opponent!
*""Anthem of the Angels"*
Muffer: Hailing from Stafford, VA, and weighing in at 265 lbs..."The Archangel"...Seth Drakin!
*Seth walks out and fixes Blood with a glare of pure hatred. Blood glares back at him and yells at him to get in the cage. Seth climbs the ring steps and enters through the door, which is closed behind him. He raises his arms, and lightning strikes all four of the turnbuckles, which touches off a geyser of pyro from each. Finally it dies down, the lighting returns to normal, and Jake Kwon starts the match*
Seth Drakin vs. Ryan Blood
*Drakin and Blood circle one another. Seth goes for a single leg takedown, but Blood jumps out of the way and goes for a dropkick on Seth, which Seth sidesteps. Seth tries to hit Blood with a double axe handle, but Blood somersaults backward and scrambles to his feet at the same time Seth gets back to a standing position*
Hoss: So far neither man's been able to get an advantage over the other. Fish: So far...
*Blood advances on Seth, throwing kicks which Seth manages to dodge but which force him to back towards the corner. Finally Seth catches Blood's leg and Blood goes for an enzuigiri--ducked by Seth! Seth pulls Blood in and hits him with a belly to back suplex!*
Hoss: Seth Drakin has obviously done his homework and was ready for that enzuigiri! Some people wonder why anybody gets hit with them at all when they know their opponent has the move in his bag of tricks. Speaking as somebody who has fallen victim to enzuigiris, I can tell you that it's not that simple. If somebody kicks at you, it's instinct to grab his leg, and sometimes he'll nail you with the enzuigiri before you remember that it's coming and get ready to duck, as Seth just did.
*Seth picks Blood up and drags him toward the cage wall, slamming his head into the steel! As Seth goes to do it again, Blood elbows him in the face, causing Seth to stagger backward as Blood stumbles groggily towards the corner.*
Fish: Seth Drakin driving Blood headfirst into that steel! And it's probably only going to get worse for the man calling himself the "Blood Knight" as this match progresses.
*Blood slumps against the ropes, seemingly spent. Seth advances on him and goes to kick him in the stomach--Blood suddenly straightens up and grabs Seth's leg! As Seth hops, Blood grins before giving the leg a hard yank that sends Seth crashing onto his back! Blood climbs on top of Seth and delivers a series of vicious headbutts to his face! Seth Drakin's busted open!*
Hoss: My god! First blood goes to, well, Blood! He suckered Drakin in and took him down, delivering those brutal headbutts straight to the Archangel's face!
*Blood delivers one final headbutt, spits right in Drakin's face, and covers*
Fish: What a show of disrespect by Ryan Blood!
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Blood pulls Seth up and whips him into the cage wall, charging after him to hit him as he bounces off. Seth manages to stop himself, though, and nails the charging Blood with a stiff right hand to the jaw! Blood reels and sinks to one knee as Seth leans against the ropes for a momentary rest, before running at Blood and turning him inside out with a clothesline! Seth climbs on top of Blood now and lays into Blood with punches and elbows to the face! Blood is busted open now! Seth slaps Blood across the face before covering*
Hoss: Seth Drakin repaying Blood for the earlier disrespect! Can he get a pinfall here?
One!
Two!
Kickout!
*Seth goes to turn Blood over to lock on The Inquisition, but Blood regains his bearings in time to slide out from under Seth and, with a rush of adrenaline, whirl around and blast him in the side of the head with an enzuigiri! Both men collapse to the mat, with Jake Kwon instinctively beginning a count and then stopping himself, remembering that the match can only be won by pinfall or submission*
Fish: As Michael Muffer said, there are no countouts, no DQs, no wins via escape. The only way this match will end is when one of these men either pins the other or is forced to tap!
*Both men fight to their feet. Seth throws a punch that staggers Blood, who wobbles and then fires back with a forearm shot. Seth's dazed, and then comes back with a kick to Blood's stomach! Blood doubles over, but straightens up in time to hit Seth with a jawbreaker! Blood whips Seth into the ropes, but Seth reverses and catches Blood with a drop toe hold as he bounces off the ropes! Blood slams into the canvas face-first! Seth picks him up, gets him on his shoulder, and runs at the side of the cage to throw Blood off for an Oklahoma slam! Blood hits the steel cage wall and bounces off to hit hard on the mat!*
Hoss: Oklahoma slam by Seth Drakin INTO THE STEEL CAGE WALL!
*Seth covers*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Fish: I don't believe he kicked out of that!
*Seth pulls Blood up and begins raking his face across the cage wall, opening the cut on his forehead even wider! Seth continues to punish Blood until Blood somehow manages to slip out of his grasp and get behind him, dropkicking him into the steel! Seth collides with the cage wall and also goes over the top rope, coming to land on the ring apron in the narrow space between the wall and the ropes. Blood stays down afterwards and dazedly starts dragging himself to the other side of the ring*
Hoss: Desperation dropkick from Blood pays off and earns him some time to try and recover from Seth Drakin's onslaught.
*Blood eventually gets back up and wipes off his face with one hand, to get the freely flowing blood out of his eyes, as Seth pulls himself up with the aid of the cage wall, still in between said wall and the ropes. Blood rushes at him and blasts him with a superkick to the back of the head, sending Seth's face into the steel! Blood hits him with a second superkick, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, each successive kick to Seth's head slamming him facefirst into the cage wall once more!*
Fish: This is painful to watch! How is Seth even still standing?!
*Blood backs up several steps, and then rushes forward and flies through the ropes in what would be a suicide dive if not for the steel surrounding the ring; in this case it's more like a spear into Seth Drakin's back, driving him into the cage once more! Blood stumbles backward a few steps before collapsing onto his back, out of energy for the time being. Seth slumps to the apron, unmoving*
Hoss: Both men are down again after that suicide dive slash spear from Ryan Blood! I hate to state the obvious, but regardless of the winner they will both be feeling like hell tomorrow!
*Seth finally begins to stir, rolling himself under the bottom rope and struggling to shake away the cobwebs and stand up. Blood catches him by the arm and whips him across the ring, but Seth reverses and sends Blood into the ropes! As Blood comes off the ropes, Seth catches him and power slams him down with ring-shaking force!*
Hoss: A huge power slam from Seth Drakin! Will this be enough to turn the match in his favour?
*Seth takes a long breather, taking his own turn to wipe the blood from his eyes. Once recovered, he goes to work on Blood, drilling him with a DDT and then begins stomping on him with a vengeance! Seth doesn't let up, hitting Blood with stomp after stomp until exertion and blood loss force him to momentarily stop and fall against the ropes, breathing hard. Blood lays on the mat, showing no signs of consciousness*
Fish: My turn to state the obvious, Gorilla: these two hate one another, and so far they've taken full advantage of this opportunity to express that hatred by destroying each other!
*Seth brings Blood into the corner and begins slamming his head into the turnbuckle, but on the third slam Blood suddenly comes to life, blocking it and grabbing Seth's head to slam it into the turnbuckle! Blood gets behind Seth and hits the German suplex into the turnbuckles!*
Hoss: Seth Drakin thrown into the turnbuckles with bone-jarring force! Is this enough to keep him down?
*With Seth's momentum stopped for the time being, Blood slowly pulls himself up. Seeing that Seth's out of it, Blood goes to lift him to the top turnbuckle, grunting with the strain of picking the bigger man up but getting him into position for the ADH. Blood sinks to one knee, exhausted, before climbing to the top rope and preparing to hit his finisher several seconds later. Seth suddenly comes to life and begins punching away at Blood's midsection!*
Fish: There's still some fight left in Drakin! I think that Blood made a mistake by going for the ADH instead of the Krayt Dragon, giving Seth time to recover from that German!
*The two duke it out on the top rope before Seth finally wins the exchange and brings Blood up--suplexing him into the cage wall! Seth then throws him forward, sending Blood crashing back down to the mat!*
Hoss: OH MY GOD! Blood slammed into that hard steel surface and then sent plummeting back into the ring!
*Seth begins climbing the cage wall. Finally he reaches the top...*
Fish: He can't be trying to escape. Are we going to see Seth Drakin fly? Hoss: He's gotta be fifteen, twenty feet above Blood!
*...SETH DRAKIN WITH AN ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE ONTO BLOOD! Blood's entire body convulses with the impact and then goes still*
Hoss: MY GOD! ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE ONTO RYAN BLOOD! Fish: All Seth has to do is cover Blood, but he's not moving! I don't think he has much left by now!
*Seth slowly, agonizingly, gets to his feet, his legs noticeably wobbling, the match having taken its toll on him. He pulls up Blood, and hits the Tale's End! Seth falls onto Blood for the cover*
One!
Two!
Three!
Muffer: Here is your winner: SETH DRAKIN!
Hoss: Tale's End! Seth Drakin hits the Tale's End and picks up the victory! Fish: He probably had it after that suplex and elbow drop, but I guess he wanted to make 100% sure that Blood would stay down!
*Although he's won the match, Seth is as motionless as his opponent now, apparently having used the last of his energy on putting Blood away. The cage is raised and EMTs rush down to check on both men in the closing minutes of Monday NiteRaw*
Credits: Gus Richlen, BRB, Evil M, Caleb Fourchon, Mr. Socko's Brother
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 28, 2011 23:46:52 GMT -5
Hopefully that won't be the last we see of the recently returned Jay Carroll.... Nah, no plans to write him out with an injury. Amigo wanted to try to gouge his eyes out and get DQ'd for it, though, regardless of how the voting turned out.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 29, 2011 0:17:25 GMT -5
Okay, so for Wheel Of Misfortune, we've got the following matches, although they won't necessarily be on the card in this order: Colt vs. "Damn Right" Jackson vs. Whitey FatsWWCF World Heavyweight Championship Being written by Mr. Socko's BrotherBergman vs. Caleb FourchonInter-Forum Championship Being written by Caleb FourchonThe Steampunks vs. Evil M & Vincent Van AgonyTag Team Championship Being written by BRBThe General Of The Monkey Army vs. "The Canadian Tiger" Johnny StoneNo disqualification match for the Hardcore Championship Being written by Evil M"The Xtreme Machine" Gus Richlen vs. Ryan BloodRules Of Honor match for the Championship Of Honor Being written by Gus RichlenSeth Drakin vs. CageKingBeing written by Evil MBrony Alexander vs. The Wind-Up MonkeyIf the monkey wins, he gets Pinkie Pie. If B.A. wins, the monkey must leave the WWCF....FOREVER! Being written by The General of the Monkey ArmyShaelin Marie O'Hara vs. Allison SadnessBeing written by Gus RichlenAnd just in case anybody needed reminding (or in case anybody reading this missed earlier posts explaining this), since this is Wheel Of Misfortune every single one of these matches is going to have some kind of stipulation, which might be serious or might be incredibly or might be both depending on the luck of the draw! In the case of the Hardcore and COH matches, there'll be a stipulation added to the ones already in place. So we might have a Rules Of Honor match where, I dunno, the ring is filled with marshmallows or something. ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png)
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Jazzman
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Post by Jazzman on Jun 29, 2011 0:23:45 GMT -5
I'm still taking stip suggestions as well. Just PM them to me, make them funny or serious, I don't care
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Jun 29, 2011 3:23:07 GMT -5
Good show ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by hossfan on Jun 29, 2011 7:00:25 GMT -5
Good show. Also, I really have enjoyed Punisher's and Irish Nightmare's promos in the other thread.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 29, 2011 7:07:19 GMT -5
Thanks, and I've enjoyed their promos too. I really wish the PPV card wasn't full so that I could book a match for Finn.
EDIT: Oh btw, this time around voting will be open until Friday.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Jun 29, 2011 7:30:01 GMT -5
In real life booking I would have called Richlen's and my match bad booking, though. He's defending his title in a week and I have a title shot, so we both should have looked strong instead of just me
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 29, 2011 7:42:36 GMT -5
But you were the one who asked for a clean pin, Whitey. ![???](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/huh.png)
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Jun 29, 2011 8:29:37 GMT -5
I meant the match as a whole ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png)
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 29, 2011 8:37:13 GMT -5
Ah okay. Maybe so. I had one guy challenging another guy and decided to make the match, and as CEO and defending world champ Colt would have an IC reason for booking you in a match prior to the PPV as well as Jackson while he took the week off.
Still, for both of you to come out looking strong then a win through cheating would've been the way to go. That's why I asked for General & BA to not lose clean (although the wind-up monkey sabotaging it was Caleb's idea), because I didn't want them to look too weak, particularly not with the General heading into a title defense of his own.
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Post by "Handsome" Whitey Fats on Jun 29, 2011 8:50:06 GMT -5
Yeah, my bad. ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png) I should have thought of that
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Jun 29, 2011 9:22:56 GMT -5
Changed my profile a bit to having "All Over Me" by Drowning Pool as the new theme song and changing my Canadian Destroyer finisher back to being called The Tale's End (it's a better name)
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Jun 29, 2011 10:21:24 GMT -5
Oops, thought that "The Tale's End" was the current name, but looking back at your earlier profile I see that it was the old one (which you just changed it back to). Sorry man.
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Jazzman
King Koopa
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Post by Jazzman on Jun 29, 2011 10:32:20 GMT -5
Socko, when do you want the stips for the matches?
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