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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 23, 2011 18:40:31 GMT -5
Monday NiteRaw, August 22nd, 2011
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Welcome to World WrestleCrap Federation Monday NiteRaw, everybody! I'm Tim Hoss, here with Jesse King. In our main event tonight we'll see the #1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship, Whitey Fats, face a man who has been on one hell of a winning streak as of late, The Punisher! We're also gonna see every title defended except one! Jesse King: That we are, Gorilla! With BattleBowl just seven days away, it turns out that a lot of our champions got into the battle royal for a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship currently held by Colt! Tim Hoss: Yes, and in order to ensure that the playing field is level and that nobody enters that battle royal beat up from an earlier match, those champions will defend their titles tonight rather than at the pay-per-view! Jesse King: But if you think that'll leave nothing for BattleBowl, you'd be wrong! Tim Hoss: At BattleBowl, we'll not only see fifteen of the best athletes in this company fight for a shot at the world title, but we'll see Colt defend the belt against Whitey Fats! Also, I was talking to Jonathan Michaels earlier, and he'll have a hell of an announcement concerning BattleBowl later in the show! Jesse King: But right now, Jeremy Dupoe has some words for us...
*Jeremy Dupoe is in a dark corner of the catwalks* I'm sure by now the locker room has been made aware of my presence. Even though I lost my first match I saw a change in the attitude of the locker room. People who just wrote me off as some crazy person who got lucky and got a WWCF contract were suddenly avoiding my. This is a sign from Mother Hydra that I have made my mark. They have see a new level of destruction brought upon the wrestling world. Tonight as a man from the WWE said "there will be a sacrifice." only difference between me and him is I WILL succeed. DAGON BE PRAISED!!!
Tim Hoss:We'll see how prophetic Mr. Dupoe's statement just now proves to be in a minute, as he's involved in our first match. It's a preview of sorts for next week’s Battle Bowl. This match is a chance for the men who didn’t qualify to show what they could’ve brought to the table! And don’t forget the big cash prize that’s at stake for the winner! Fifty thousand is nothing to sneeze at Gorilla, but I don’t think that’s enough to take away the sting of being shut out of Battle Bowl!
*In The Hall Of The Mountain King*
The Mountain King, accompanied by Lenore, walks out onto the stage carrying a steel chair. He sets it up in a seated position and sits down, taking a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lighting up. The other combatants stand in the ring, bemused.
For those of you in the ring who haven't been paying attention, let me clue you in. I am The Mountain King. I plan on winning this match tonight and going on to win the Battlebowl before going on to win the WWCF championship. Blah blah blah, you know all that s***. You've heard it from everyone else time and time again. The difference is, unlike you, I don't need that worthless hunk of metal to tell me I'm the best. I know I am. The rest of the WWCF locker-room, particularly those of you standing in the ring right now, feel differently. You all crave the recognition. You're all so insecure that you NEED to carry around a s***ty little belt before you can be satisfied that you're the greatest person in this company! So please, feel free to take my victory as a blessing. I'm removing the temptation from your path because, after I win the WWCF championship, I'm going to burn that belt along with all its prestige and lineage until it is nothing but ash! And as I step through the fire no chaos will reign, for people will see their desire as the cause of their pain. His once mad public will stand up and sing; "long live The Mountain King!"
TMK hands the end his cigarette to Lenore and stands up, taking off his jacket while making his way to the ring.
The following contest is a seven man battle royal! Introducing first, from The Mountain Kingdom, weighing in at 227 pounds, The Mountain King!
*I Will Not Bow*
From Long Island, New York, weighing in at 210 pounds, X-Treme!
X-Treme has be looking for some retribution, seeing as Mountain King played a role in eliminating him from Lethal Lottery a few weeks ago.
*Ecstacy/One Mic*
From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 315 pounds, Cageking!
It has not been a good month for Cageking thus far. Since making his return, he and Lodi Rulz failed to qualify for Lethal Lottery, then last week, Mad Pirate Mulligan bested him to earn a shot at the Inter-Forum Championship tonight.
*Generic Korean Music*
Being accompanied by The Sam, from Goyang, South Korea, weighing in at 278 pounds, The Great Warrior!
The Great Warrior’s career hasn’t turned around to the degree he had hoped it would when he signed with The Sam. Hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day, Gorilla! Give the guy time. It’s gotta be a massive change for him, seeing as how the guy who brought him in died!
*Devil’s Lullaby*
From Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing in at 230 pounds, Jeremy Dupoe!
Jeremy Dupoe has made it his mission to eliminate anyone who he deems to be “stupid” from the WWCF. Hey Jeremy, start here with Gorilla!
*Muse - Citizen Erased*
From Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 240 pounds, M.O.P.!
*Been To Hell*
And from Dallas, Texas, Tyfo!
M.O.P. and Tyfo both made their returns to the WWCF just last week. After being eliminated from Battle Bowl, these two men are looking to re-establish themselves in a big way tonight. Well, that's all seven guys Gorilla. Looks like we're ready to go!
The bell rings, Tyfo and Dupoe pair up, as do M.O.P and X-Treme. The Mountain King and The Great Warrior join forces to go after Cageking. Warrior kicks Cageking in the ribs, while Mountain King fires away with punches to the head. M.O.P. shove X-Treme against the ropes, but when he tries to clothesline him, X-Treme gets his foot up and kicks him back! Tyfo chops away at Dupoe, but Dupoe turns the tables with some chops of his own, then suplex’s Tyfo to the mat!
All seven men trying to gain the upperhand in the early going, Jess. It may not be Battle Bowl, but for them, it might as well be.
Dupoe pulls Tyfo up and shoots him into the ropes. As he bounces back, Dupoe back body drop’s him! X-Treme slams M.O.P., then drops an elbow on him! He runs the ropes, leg drop! Mountain King and The Great Warrior try to dump Cageking out, with help from The Sam on the outside. Cageking elbow’s The Sam off the apron, then headbutt’s Mountain King! He punches The Great Warrior, then sends him into the ropes. As Warrior bounces back, Cageking catches him and slams him over the top rope to the floor!
The Great Warrior has been eliminated!
The Great Warrior the first to go! The Sam cannot be happy about this!
Mountain King clubs Cageking from behind, but get’s knocked back with a boot to the midsection! Mountain King staggers back, X-Treme meets him with a dropkick! Tyfo targets Cageking, as Dupoe turns his attention to M.O.P. X-Treme pulls Mountain King up and tries to hoist him over the top, but MK holds on and leg scissors X-Treme over! Both men land on the apron, but Mountain King knocks X-Treme to the floor with a punch!
X-Treme has been eliminated!
Dammit! X-Treme was another man who needed a win here, but instead he's the second guy out!
Tyfo works over Cageking in the corner, while Dupoe and M.O.P. also trade punches. Mountain King lays low, staying near the bottom rope and moving constantly. Tyfo kicks Cageking low, then drives his shoulder into the midsection. Dupoe attempts to shoot M.O.P. into the ropes, but it’s reversed! As Dupoe bounces back, M.O.P. delivers a spinebuster! He pulls Dupoe up and tries to toss him out, but Tyfo nails him with a double sledge across the back! Tyfo tosses M.O.P. over the top, but he hangs on! Tyfo walks away, thinking he eliminated M.O.P.
M.O.P.'s out, Gorilla! No he's not Jess! He held on!
Tyfo goes after Dupoe, as Mountain King continues to slither around the ring. M.O.P. pulls himself back in, but Tyfo doesn’t see him! Tyfo works over Dupoe, but M.O.P. dropkick’s him from behind! Tyfo falls towards the ropes, but doesn’t go over! Dupoe reaches up and flips Tyfo over the top!
Tyfo has been eliminated!
And Tyfo's done! He never should've taken his eyes off of M.O.P.!
Cageking grabs Dupoe and slams him down, then clothesline’s M.O.P.! Mountain King slides under the ropes and sneaks around the ring apron. Cageking pulls Dupoe up and props him on the top turnbuckle, then he puts M.O.P. on top of him. Cageking steps back, then kicks Dupoe in the ribs! The impact sends M.O.P. crashing to the floor!
M.O.P. has been eliminated!
And then there were three Gorilla! Cageking, Dupoe, and Mountain King! And Dupoe looks to be on his way out as well!
Cageking tries to force Dupoe out, but Dupoe rakes the eyes and climbs back in the ring. He nails Cageking with some punches, then a low kick! Dupoe bounces off the ropes, but Cageking catches him! He carries Dupoe over to the ropes and dumps him over!
Jeremy Dupoe has been eliminated!
Dupoe's out! I don't think he cares, Jess! Look!
Cageking turns to go after Mountain King, but Dupoe holds onto him! Cageking tries to pry Dupoe off of him, but Mountain King comes up behind him and dumps him out!
Cageking has been eliminated! The winner of the match, The Mountain King!
You see that Gorilla? He just beat seven guys tonight, what's stopping him from repeating that next week in Battle Bowl? A very impressive performance indeed. We very well could be looking at the next Battle Bowl Champion. And right now the ring crew is setting things up for the Boiler Plaza, where several of the participants in the Battle Bowl are going to be interviewed by Sara Nakatomi and the Boiler Room Brawler! Jesse King: This should be interesting!
*After the commercial...*
[glow=red,2,300]The Boiler Plaza[/glow] SNM: Welcome to the Boiler Plaza!
*Sarah Nakatomi and Boiler Room Brawler stand at the forefront of the Boiler Plaza set. Behind them stand The Mountain King (with Lenore sitting on his lap), Vincent Van Agony, the Mad Pirate Mulligan, The Punisher, Connor MacKenzie, Ryan Bergman, Johnny Stone, and Ryan Blood.*
BRB: We have a treat for everyone tonight, for it's the Battle Bowl Special!
SNM: They've fought hard for their spots in the Lethal Lottery, and now we're giving them the grandest soapbox in the WWCF Galaxy to let everyone know that they mean business!
BRB: Yes, yes, Sarah. We all fought hard, and I plan to burst all of their bubbles at the Battle Bowl, but this is my-
SNM: Our...
BRB: Our show, so it wouldn't be fair of me to do that.
SNM: Before we start, I'd like to thank everyone for coming to the Boiler Plaza.
BRB: Thank them all you want, Ms. Michaels, but they're not here to look pretty - they're here to talk, so let's hear it from 'em!
*BRB shoves his mic towards The Mountain King, who lights up a cigarette before speaking...*
The Mountain King: Nobody really knows what goes on in this mind and I sadly doubt anyone ever will. It's a shame because it's a wonderful thing to be blessed with; a mind that transcends this reality. A mind that none of the other competitors in the Battle Bowl can even begin to comprehend.
THAT is my greatest advantage.
If you want to know how I feel about the event itself...it's just another pay day and another stepping stone toward my enlightenment. If on my way I can piss as many people off as possible, all the better.
However, if anyone truly understood my plan to destroy the WWCF title then they'd applaud my efforts. That belt is just a possession, nothing more, nothing less. If you really want one you can buy a replica online for about $300, maybe $400. The prestige of this belt comes from nothing more than propaganda telling everyone that they need the belt to be special.
What exactly do you get if you win it? A s***ty little belt that's not even good to hold your pants up? The chance to put your name in amongst another bunch of insecure losers who are "special"? Holding that title means jack s*** because to be the best you have to believe you're the best and be able to back it up.
Big head, little mind, brain dead, eyes blind. It doesn't matter what's left to bring, they'll all hail to The Mountain King.
BRB: See, Sarah? That's how it's done. I shoved the mic straight into the horse's mouth and I get results!
SNM: Results? The man, the myth, the Mountain King wants to destroy the WWCF title as we know it. Sorry, King, but you probably just made yourself a marked man. I'd put my chances with a former WWCF Champion...
*Sarah walks up to Vincent Van Agony.*
SNM: Vincent Van Agony, ViVA, you reinvented yourself months ago... thanks to my father... but you seem to believe that you're floundering. How do you see your chances of winning the Battle Bowl?
*Sarah turns the mic to ViVA.*
Vincent Van Agony: Seeing as how I just joined Whitey Inc. I'm thinkin' I like my chances a good bit better than I did earlier this week. Between me and Mad Pirate Mulligan, and probably my good old friend Evil M, you'll be hard pressed to take us out. I could probably win this joke of a match on my own, anyways.
This is exactly the kind of garbage I'm talking about. All creative has for a former champion, and the clear best wrestler in the world is a gimmick match involving 14 other people. It's laughable how out of touch the writers are here. If they knew what was good for business, I'd be on every marquee, every single night. I'm what the people want to see around here.
And at Battle Bowl, I'm not just going to prove that, I'm going to relish every single opportunity I have to hurt people. Even likable people, people I respect. Nobody is safe, and I don't think anyone wants to be. It's a Battle Bowl, not a tea party bowl. Whatever, I'm getting off track.
The fact is, I wouldn't be surprised if I was booked to get eliminated first, anyways. The WWCF higher ups have NO clue what they have on their hands with Vincent Van Agony. None. And that's how it's going to stay until they get their heads out of their asses. Fact.
*Sarah gives a self-satisfied look at BRB, who sneers.*
BRB: You'd put your chances with one of your father's former right hand men? Sarah, you need a new box to think outside of. If you don't think I'll win, then I'd say this man...
*BRB spins around and shoves the mic in the Mad Pirate Mulligan's face.*
BRB: The Mad Pirate Mulligan, has the right kind of mentality to pull of a win from the left field. Lay it on us, Mulligan.
Mad Pirate Mulligan: Brawler, Sara, 's always a pleasure. Congrats on the nuptuals by the way, couldn't have happened to a nicer gal. Anyhoo......Battlebowl!
Whew, who'd've thunk that I'd be ONE match away from havin' my ticket punched to GookerMania? I've gotta go through 7 other men tae do it......not many people can say this....but I've done that before! I beat 7 men to get a chance at Evil M! I beat 6 other men to get a chance at the vacated Tag titles! Well lessee here...
*Wheels in a Chalkboard, doodles figures as he's speaking*
Mad Pirate Mulligan: I've won 2/3 of the multi-man matches I've had to EARN title shots....that's 66.7% combined with my 12.5% chance from being a participent, at least 3 of the competitors have NO chance so that's another 37% to me....That gives me a 116.2% chance of winning!
*Turns around with a flourish*
Mad Pirate Mulligan: It's Basic Math!
*Sarah raises her eyebrow at BRB with a skeptical expression.*
SNM: Really, BRB? Really? You think a mathematically impaired pirate can do the job?
BRB: So he's off by a 100% factor - he'll go in feeling like the match is half finished rather than half begun!
SNM: No, no, no... If you want someone with the attitude to take it all the way, you'd be hard pressed to pick a bigger, stronger man than Frank Castle; the Punisher!
*Sarah turns to the Punisher.*
SNM: Frank, you've made some real strides in the WWCF since your debut, from giving BRB a run for his money...
*BRB sneers and sticks out his tongue. Sarah returns to the Punisher.*
SNM: To physically besting Damn Right Jackson, former and possibly greatest WWCF Champion in history! And now you have a chance to capture the WWCF Championship yourself...
*BRB rolls his eyes as he stands next to Connor MacKenzie...*
SNM: So what do-
*The Punisher grabs Sarah's mic.*
Frank Castle: You want to know why I’m here? I have only two reasons. The two scumbags working for Fats. Yeah, I mean you two, Van Agony and Mulligan. I’ve promised that cheap punk that I’ll bring his whole world down, and you two, by association, are going the same way.
You think this is some kind of joke? I’ve sat in foxholes in Iraq and Afghanistan for days, taking out people tougher than you without hesitation with a sniper rifle and nothing else for company. You think that clouds your judgement, makes you insane? It doesn’t. It gives you clarity of thought, makes you look for the answers to questions that you’ve sought for a long time. Makes you realise that even though people tell you there are grey areas, all there is, is black and white, good and evil, right and wrong. My job is simple, get rid of the people who choose wrong.
You both chose wrong. You had a chance to do the right thing, to stop and think about the consequences of your actions. You didn’t, you just took the money. So you’re the pirate head of security? You’re a deluded fool who needs some sense beaten into him, and you think you’re some kind of crusader for the truth? People looking for the truth don’t hide from it by hiding behind a corporation of corrupt scum. You both deserve what you’re going to get.
The question you have to ask each other when we all get in that ring at BattleBowl, is whether you can trust one another. Which one of you does Whitey Fats want to win if he wins that title? Do you really think he’ll let either of you beat him if you win? You’re both being screwed, and if you can’t see that, you’re both dumber than you look.
SNM: Strong words from a strong man, BRB.
BRB: A strong man, but a victorious man? You never know, this up-and-comer here, the "Canadian Dragon" Connor MacKenzie, might come out on top.
Connor MacKenzie: Battle Bowl...is quite possibly one of the biggest events in the WWCF. It gives an oppurtunity for anyone of us to get that chance, to show the WWCF Galaxy that we belong on the biggest stage of them all and compete for the most prestigious title this company has to offer.
As for my place in it. Well, I'm in it to win it. Just like everybody else here is. It's not going to be easy. There really aren't any friends when you are competing against fourteen other people for the top spot at Gookermania in one ring. But I'm going to compete in it the same as I do in any other match and that is with 100% and not holding anything back.
SNM: Well, Brawler, MacKenzie's good, he is an up-and-comer, but how about someone who has been there and plans to be back again?
*Sarah turns her mic to Ryan Bergman.*
SNM: I'm talking about you, Ryan Bergman. You're one of the most experienced men that will be in this stacked Battle Bowl this year, but do you think you can hack it?
Bergman: Look, there is no other match like it on the schedule for the year. Sure Gookermania is a big deal, no denying that, but the only way you can guarantee you get to compete in the main event of Gookermania is to win Battlebowl, but it isn't easy.
This year we have 4 former world champions, 2 former and the current I-F champion, one of the most successful tag teams in WWCF history, 5 former Champions of Honor and the current champion, plus numerous hardcore title reigns for everyone. Hell we even have the first ever Battlebowl winner in Seth Drakin here!
Now, I've competing in both Battlebowls before this one and I've done ok, but ok isn't going to be good enough this time. For someone who's almost done everything I've never won Battlebowl. Sure, things aren't going my way, but all you need is a chance and I have that and on Monday, I'm going to Gookermania!
BRB: Do you really think that they hungrier of the bunch will let Ryan Bergman walk out with a WWCF Title shot? At Gookermania no less? Consider that Bergman's very partner, Johnny Stone, will be in the Battle Bowl too...
*BRB hands the mic off to Johnny Stone.*
Johnny Stone: Things recently haven't been going so well.
You can say that again.
Johnny Stone: Shut up. Anyways, I, and I suppose this douchebag inside of me, share one thing in common at least: A neverending hunger for gold.
And this BattleBowl gives us a chance to get more.
*Sarah looks confusedly to BRB, who shrugs back as Johnny Stone continues.*
Johnny Stone: Exactly.
I, and just me alone, am ready to take to the stage, throw out all peons in the ring and claim victory.
Johnny Stone: There are some among them who used to be friends...
And even more among them who are regular enemies.
Johnny Stone: But, that doesn't mean anything to ME.
Yes, I will destroy all as I usually do.
*Johnny Stone hands the mic back to BRB.*
SNM: A loose cannon, BRB? He'll probably lose track in the middle of the match!
BRB: Yeah right. I still won matches even when I couldn't keep my personality straight.
SNM: Some might question if you ever got back to straight...
*BRB scowls after a moment of consideration.*
SNM: Just a joke. But no, I say that something should be said of Ryan Blood, our last man here tonight.
*Sarah walks to Ryan Blood.*
SNM: You're another up-and-comer. I shot down Connor MacKenzie, but you, on the other hand... You've shown that you have what it takes to be a Tag Team Champion and even a Champion of Honor. You have credentials, but do you believe that you have what it takes to win the Battle Bowl? What makes you see the Battle Bowl as your ticket to the top?
Ryan Blood: What does BattleBowl mean to me? Let's go back to the Thunderdome match, where six guys walked into that cage and at the very end, it came down to me and Colt. I was a second too slow, I got caught in his Final Thought, I had to tap. But for several minutes there, the World Heavyweight Championship was within my reach.
I want another shot, obviously. I know I can beat Colt one on one, and I have beaten Whitey Fats one on one. So either way. Yeah, this time it's against 14 other guys instead of 5 standing in the way, and this time I'm not allied with anybody like I was in the Thunderdome. But when it comes to odds, I have a Corellian attitude: i.e., they don't matter.
By the way Jono, true to my word I'm gonna do whatever I can to get Evil M outta there ASAP. Sorry I had to keep you out to get in, but it's business. You understand that, I'm sure, and if I do everything I hope to, if I win the title shot at Gookermania IV, if I beat the champion, and if you cash in that contract on me right after...well, I won't be happy about that, but I'll understand, because that'll be business as well.
SNM: See, Brawler? That’s the words of a surefire winner in my book.
BRB: Just Blood? He’s the only surefire winner out of everyone here? I think you forgot something along the way, dear Sarah.
SNM: What?
BRB: I think that you forgot about me, BRB!
SNM: Brawler, you were there to encourage my husband, Mr. Money in the Bank, the future WWCF Champion Jonathan Michaels to face my father and take me back from Evil M.
You are one of the Tag Team Champions. You’re even the second WWCF wrestler to ever hold two belts at once. You are the most massive man on the entire roster…
*BRB smirks and rubs the back of his head as Sarah continues.*
SNM: I mean girth.
*BRB nods.*
SNM: Bodily girth.
*BRB frowns.*
SNM: As I was saying; you’re rough, you’re tough, and you’re brash, and you expect to make it out of the Battle Bowl with all of that?
BRB: You finished?
SNM: Shoot Brawler. The stage is all yours.
BRB: Ms. Michaels; you’re right – I’m big, I’m bad, I’m mean. I got some of the best potential you’ve ever seen, and that makes me a marked man.
I look at every man who came to the Boiler Plaza tonight, I see men who are beneath me and men who are peers, but I see no one who is above me.
Not a single man sits here that I haven’t gotten the better of in the long run-
*Bergman coughs*
BRB: or that I haven’t faced yet. But then I think of the men who didn’t come here. The men who felt above me, BRB, the Boiler Plaza, and their opponents.
I’m talking about Seth Drakin; I’m talking about Sparks; I’m talking about The General of the Monkey Army, Caleb Fourchon, and the “Xtreme Machine” Gus Richlen!
You think you’re better than me? You think you’re better than us?
*BRB gestures to the Boiler Room’s guests.*
BRB: Go check the books again, all of you: I’m a man of my word and I’m a man of honor. My word is my bond, and I’ll do my damnedest to eliminate all five of you first! Then all my guests here at the Boiler Plaza can get to the real Battle Bowl with me, BRB!
SNM: Uh, BRB…
BRB: What?
SNM: You forgot one contestant.
BRB: Who?
SNM: You forgot-
*Evil M suddenly bursts onto the scene with a chair. Sarah covers her head and ducks as Evil M whacks BRB straight in the face and takes him down.
Connor MacKenzie, Mad Pirate Mulligan, Ryan Bergman, Ryan Blood, and Johnny Stone attack Evil M while Vincent Van Agony sits back with his arms crossed and The Mountain King takes another puff of his cigarette.
Evil M swings the chair to keep them at bay before he slides out of the ring, cruelly grinning and pointing to Sarah, but then The Punisher crosses the ropes and chases after him.
Tim Hoss: You were right for once, King; that was interesting? Jesse King: Whaddaya mean "for once", apeman? I speak the unvarnished truth, like ViVA! Tim Hoss: For those of you who are itching to see another wrestling match, you won't have to wait long! But we have to wait until the ring is cleared of both the Boiler Plaza set and the people, let's hear from a new signee to the World WrestleCrap Federation: Shamar James!
(Camera pans to the inside of a large mansion, there's a group of people inside enjoying themselves. A man in sunglasses sits on a couch and looks into the camera.)
[green]Now, y'all at home & in audience may be wondering "what the hell is this?", "who the hell is that guy?" Well, I'ma tell y'all right now. My name is Shamar James, & I'm taking my talents to the WWCF. Now I know what it's like to be a fighter. I been a bodyguard for 5 years. I protected some da most famous people IN ALL of Hollywood. Hollywood took notice of me. They noticed my looks, my talents, & most of all... my swag! YEA! Now, I broke sum bones in my bodyguard days. Celebs knew that I was the elite protector. They even paid me to "fix sum problems" they been having. Soon, all the celebs dubbed me "The Master Assassin", but personally I prefer being know as "The Father Monster", 'cause you mess with me, & things gonna get real scary. YEA! I decided to go the WWCF to --what else?-- make sum green & get that gold. YEA! So everyone in the WWCF better be on high alert. 'Cause the Father Monster gonna be a real nightmare! Ha ha! [/green]
(Camera shows a silver logo saying "Shamar James")
Jesse King: I think that the sky's the limit for that guy! I also like the colour of his voice, which is similar to my own. Tim Hoss: The colour of his voice? Jesse King: That's what I said, you simpleton. HEY FOURTH WALL, BLOW ME! Tim Hoss: Riiiight...well, coming up next folks, the Tag Team Champions, The Steampunks, defend their championships in a triple threat match, against Seth Drakin and Gus Richlen, and the combination of Ryan Bergman and Johnny Stone.
JK: Stone’s mad, Bergman’s a twiglet, and Drakin and Richlen? Well, there’s ineptitude in one big shell. I don’t forsee a problem for the Champions here.
TH: Let’s go to Michael Muffer.
MM: The following contest, is a Triple Threat Match, for the WWCF World Tag Team Championship.
Na Na Na Na By My Chemical Romance starts and Gus Richlen makes his way down the ramp, pausing midway to raise his fist in the air, as All Over Me by Drowning Pool starts, and Seth Drakin appears. The two hit the ring together.
MM: Introducing first, one of the two challengers, Seth Drakin and Gus Richlen!
The music is drowned out by 99 Problems by Hugo as Ryan Bergman makes his way down to the ring. As he mounts a turnbuckle, Adrian SOS begins and Stone appears from inside the crowd, hurling chairs out of the way before leaping over the barricade and into the ring to accompany Bergman.
MM: And the second set of challengers, Ryan Bergman, and Johnny Stone!
The four challengers wait in the ring as a mash of DOA by the Foo Fighters and Rigourous Vengeance by Municipal Waste begins. The champions enter the ring, eyeing up their opponents.
World Tag Team Championship: The Steampunks vs. Seth Drakin & Gus Richlen vs. Johnny Stone & Ryan Bergman
Bergman, Richlen and BRB start the match off. All three eye each other up, and Bergman and Richlen suddenly reach an unspoken understanding, and start to attack BRB. Failing to knock him down with a barrage of punches, the two rebound off the ropes and hit him with a double clothesline. They try it again, but this time Bergman spears BRB in the gut, and Richlen hits a clothesline, flooring BRB.
TH: Great strategy from Richlen and Bergman, taking the bigger man out!
JK: Richlen wouldn’t know great strategy if it turned up at the World Strategy Conference wearing a diamond encrusted bikini saying “Great Strategies are here!“ across its ass!
TH: That would be one big ass.
JK: Like your mother’s Hoss, like your mother’s…
Richlen whips Bergman off the ropes and backdrops him on top of BRB. Richlen then goes for the same move, only to catch Bergman in a spine buster and drive him into the canvas. He goes for a quick cover
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Bergman kicks out.
JK: See? I told you this guy was a double crossing ingrate!
Richlen turns round and walks right into a big right from BRB.
JK: Serves him right, go Brawler!
The Brawler picks both of them up and plays to the crowd. He picks both of his smaller opponents up over either shoulder and backpedals before dropping their throats over the top rope.
TH: Good God, that was a Hell of a power move, the strength it takes to do something like that is phenomenal!
JK: If I was going to pick anyone to win this, I’d have to say the defending champs, it’s always easier to hang on to the title than it is to win it.
TH: But The Steampunks only have a one in three chance of winning tonight, they could lose their title without being pinned or being made to tap out.
JK: If the Steampunks are smart they’ll do what they know they need to do to retain the belts.
TH: What, cheat?
JK: No, just the necessary.
TH: If ever there was a person who was a “cryptic douche”, it’s you.
JK: Hold on, Hoss, I’m calling my mom.
TH: You mother, my mother, I swear you’re losing it King
Going to the outside, BRB hits Bergman with a hard body slam to the floor, and drives Richlen to the ground with a belly to belly suplex on the outside. BRB picks both up and rolls them back into the ring.
JK: Ah for all Richlen’s talking he’s still a second rate wrestler, look how he’s being dominated.
BRB tags Michaels, who whips Richlen into the turnbuckle face first, and then turns his attentions to Bergman. He drops him with a sidewalk slam and rolls him over for a Boston Crab. Bergman reaches for his corner, but he’s too far away from Johnny Stone, who paces the apron anxiously.
TH: Stone is getting agitated - look at him, he’s like a caged lion.
JK: Oh good, does that mean I can throw raw meat at him?
TH: Please do, I’d love to see his reaction.
Bergman again tries to break the hold, but Michaels has it locked in tight. Stone leans over the rope looking for the tag, but Michaels looks behind him and drags Bergman back to the centre of the ring, only to be greeted full in the face with a dropkick from Richlen. He looks for the cover on Michaels,
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…but Bergman tags Stone, who sprints into the ring and breaks up the pin with a huge elbow drop to the back of Richlen’s head.
JK: Oh God, the madman is in, well maybe this will make up for having to sit next to you all night Hoss.
He grabs Michaels by the throat and starts choking him on the canvas, ramming his head against the mat repeatedly. Richlen gets across the ring and makes the tag to Drakin, who makes his way into the ring. Stone doesn’t let up from his maniacal assault on Michaels, so Drakin calmly makes his way over to Stone and levels him with a huge kick to the head.
TH: Wow! Listen to that impact!
JK: Yes sounds like your mother’s thighs when she walks Hoss
TH: What is this obsession with mothers tonight?
JK: I’m trying to get you to connect with your mother Hoss, everyone needs their family.
TH: Tonight is the night I think you have finally flipped King.
JK: You should see me at BattleBowl. I may bring my mother.
TH: Then God help us all.
Drakin follows it up with two more kicks to Stone’s head, which stun him. Michaels then approaches Drakin from behind and catches him unaware with a bridging belly to back suplex.
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Drakin though, kicks out. Stone in the meantime has recovered, and staggers Michaels with a heavy right to the head, and drops Drakin with a big boot. Stone leaps on top for a Camel Clutch, but Michaels rebounds himself off the ropes and spears Stone across the face, knocking him out of the ring but in the process bending Drakin’s back at an unnatural angle.
TH: Oh Mah Gawd, look at that!
JK: Drakin just got bent backward like a cheap sandwich wrapper - that must hurt.
Michaels takes advantage with a cover.
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Drakin just manages to kick out. Michaels makes his way over to his corner, dragging Drakin with him. He tags BRB, and the two double team him. Michaels whips Drakin into the ropes and leapfrogs him, and BRB brings his knee up into Drakin’s face. He hauls Drakin up onto his shoulder and hits a running powerslam. BRB now goes for the cover.
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But it broken up by the returning Stone, who slams right into BRB with a hard head butt, knocking him to the mat. Stone starts his attack again, biting BRB’s forehead and laying into him with punches. He picks up BRB and whips him to the corner, then follows it up with a big corner splash. Stone turns around, but runs straight into a recovered Drakin, who wallops him with a kick to the stomach, and smashes his head into the canvas with a hard DDT. Drakin gains a measure of revenge on BRB with a knee of his own to BRB’s face while he’s slumped in the corner.
JK: Ow, I guess that’s gonna ruin BRB’s chances of getting a girlfriend this weekend.
TH: Maybe he’s going out with your mother?
JK: You leave my mother out of this Hoss.
Drakin makes the tag, whipping Stone to the ropes, who runs straight into an over-the-top-rope Richlenziguiri. Richlen leaps on top for a cover
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Stone scrambles his way out, rolling out of the ring. Richlen measures up BRB, who is staggering out of the corner, wiping blood from his nose where Drakin’s knee connected. The crowd begins to cheer as Richlen motions for a choke slam, but having closed his hand around BRB’s neck, the Brawler blocks the move and goes for choke toss of his own.
TH: A test of strength here between these two, who will come out on top?
JK: I can tell you now, it won’t be Richlen, ten cent punk couldn’t lift an eyelid never mind the Brawler.
As the two struggle, Stone charges the pair and knocks them both out of the ring. Stone goes to the corner, Bergman asks for the tag, and mounts the top rope. As BRB and Richlen get themselves up, Bergman soars high with a moonsault that takes both men out. Stone drops to the floor and throws both men back in. Michaels takes it to the outside and spears Stone out on the floor. BRB goes over to check on his partner, who landed awkwardly after the spear, only for Bergman to catch him on the back of the head with a standing dropkick, sending him to the outside on top of his partner.
TH: Good God, that hit the Brawler right on the back of his head, there could be some damage done there.
JK: Michaels also looks like he’s struggling, I think Stone managed to drive his head into the floor when he caught him with that spear - the tag champs are in trouble Hoss!
Stone, who avoided the worst of the spear, now gets back up and goes into a whirling dervish on the outside, catching BRB on the side of the head with a hard elbow, whacking Michaels in the face with a brutal kick and then walking straight into a dropkick from Drakin, who has come over to take Stone out.
JK: The referee has lost control of this one Hoss - there’s all Hell braking loose out there and one man can’t control it!
TH: But the two legal men are both in the ring!
In the ring, Bergman rolls out of an attempted Atomic Drop from Richlen, and catches him with a hurricanrana as he turns around. Drakin gets up onto the apron, only to get a leg lariat across the face.
TH: Bang, that’s put paid to Drakin, but Richlen’s setting Bergman up!
JK: Goddamn it, somebody do something!
Richlen has had time to recover, and hoists the unawares Bergman up for the Final Judgement. Bergman though, shifts his weight, and entangles Richlen’s arms into a roll up/crucifix pinning combination..
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JK: Yes, yes, yes!
MM: Here are your winners, and NEW WWCF Tag Team Champions, Ryan Bergman, and Johnny Stone!
TH: Johnny Stone did a great job of keeping the opponents occupied on the outside, allowing Bergman to pick up the victory for their team! And with this win, Ryan Bergman has now held the World Heavyweight Championship, Inter-Forum Championship, Championship Of Honor, and now the World Tag Team Championships! Could we be seeing a future grand slam champion?
JK: It’s a great accomplishment, I’ll give you that, and made all the better by the fact that no good double crosser Richlen got his shoulders counted down. it’s a great manoeuvre by Bergman, shifting his weight when Richlen has him up for that Samoan Drop, and rolling into the crucifix - great wrestling.
TH: And the other important thing is that the defending champions lost their title without actually losing - which sort of puts paid to your theory that it’s easier to hold onto it that it is to win it! JK: Your mother Hoss, your mother.
Tim Hoss: Well, the Steampunks may not be the only ones whose championship reignscome to an end, tonight. We now have another title match for you, fans, as Champion Of Honor Ryan Blood defends against Connor Mackenzie! Jesse King: Both of these guys are douches, although Connor's slightly douchier. If you ask me, ViVA should have gotten this shot AND the belt! Or even better, Evil M could win it back! I guess anything's better than Richlen holding it, though. Tim Hoss: Damn King, your enemies list must be so long that it takes up your entire hard drive! Let's go to Michael Muffer...
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Championship Of Honor! It will be held under Rules Of Honor, which are as follows...
Rule number one! The match will begin with a handshake. If one man tries to attack his opponent before the bell, the match is immediately thrown out!
Rule number two! If one man leaves the ring, he has a twenty count to return or the match ends. Fighting outside the ring will NOT be tolerated!
Rule number three! If one man intentionally tosses his opponent over the top rope, he will be disqualified! A wrestler's intent or lack thereof shall be determined by the official of record.
Rule number four! Moves which carry a high risk of head trauma shall not be allowed! Meaning no DDTs, no brainbusters, and no piledrivers of any kind! Strikes to the head are permitted.
Rule number five! This championship can change hands on a countout or disqualification!
*The lights go out, and the sound of a roaring dragon reverberates throughout the arena*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, and weighing in at 225 lbs...he is The Canadian Dragon...CONNOR MACKENZIE!
*As the lights come back on, Connor is visible on the entrance ramp with his hood covering his face. He makes his way down to the ring, high fiving the fans on the way. He climbs onto the ring apron and goes to the corner, surveying the crowd. He pushes his hood back, revealing his eyes, and lets out a loud yell before hopping down off the apron and taking off his tabard, giving it to a kid in the front row before entering the ring*
Michael Muffer: And his opponent!
*The lights go back out*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at 208 lbs...he is the WWCF Champion Of Honor....RYAN BLOOD!
*Jets of blue flame flare up at the top of the entrance ramp, illuminating Ryan Blood, looking down. As the flames die down, the arena is bathed in blue lighting as Blood's head snaps up and he strides down to the ring, not acknowledging the fans and keeping his eyes locked on Connor. Blood climbs through the ropes as the lighting returns to normal. He removes his jacket and the Championship Of Honor title belt around his waist, handing them to referee John Creed. Both men shake hands briefly on John Creed's order, and then the bell rings*
Championship Of Honor Ryan Blood vs. Connor Mackenzie
*Connor stretches out one hand for a Greco Roman knuckle lock, and Blood accepts, grasping it and extending his other hand to take Connor's for the test of strength. Both men put all their effort into it, but Blood is the one who ends up bent backward and fighting to keep his shoulders off the mat*
Tim Hoss: The challenger gaining the early advantage against the champion in this contest...
*Blood lets out a feral snarl and fights back to a standing position, turning the tables and pushing Connor backward with his back over Blood's knee. Connor powers his way back up, and Blood lets go of one hand to get Connor in a hammerlock. Connor grunts and fights for position, finally able to reach back and snapmare Blood over his shoulder! As Blood lands, Connor shakes out the previously hammerlocked arm before promptly hitting Blood in the back with a dropkick that sends him snapping forward and then falling onto his back!*
Tim Hoss: We had some nice back and forth going there before Mackenzie put an end to it with that dropkick! Jesse King: I want to see these guys hit one another really hard, Gorilla, so in my book it's about damn time!
*Connor applies a wristlock and pulls Blood up, keeping the pressure on and transitioning into a headlock...Connor goes for a bulldog, but Blood shoves him off and he lands hard on the canvas!*
Tim Hoss: Ryan Blood narrowly avoiding a facefirst encounter with the ring surface! Jesse King: And Connor Mackenzie unexpectedly meeting it backfirst!
*Blood shakes out his hand and winces a bit before advancing on Connor, delivering a stiff roundhouse kick to his opponent's back and then bringing him back to his feet. Blood with a bulldog attempt, but this time Connor gives him a taste of his own medicine and it's Blood sent flying across the ring to crash in the corner!*
Tim Hoss: This is apparently not a good night to try bulldogs!
*Connor moves in and props Blood against the turnbuckles, climbing to the second rope and delivering ten hard shots to the head as the crowd counts along! Blood's looking groggy, and Connor goes for a Dragon Screw Leg Whip to take Blood out of the corner--Blood with an enzuigiri at the last second! Connor hits the mat as Blood sinks back against the turnbuckles, breathing hard*
Tim Hoss: Enzuigiri out of nowhere from Blood stops what Dragon Screw Leg Whip! Jesse King: Those were some nasty-looking punches though, Gorilla, and Blood's taking a long time to follow up...oh wait, now he's about to do something.
*Blood hits an Arabian press onto Connor and goes for a pin*
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Kickout!
Tim Hoss: Arabian press gets two! Jesse King: Hey, has he ever gotten three with that move? Tim Hoss: You never know what will put an opponent away, King.
*Blood gets Connor in a reverse chinlock and starts wrenching*
Tim Hoss: Ryan Blood twisting the head of Connor Mackenzie like a bottle cap...well, not exactly like a bottle cap, that's a bad analogy, but he IS twisting it. Jesse King: And Mackenzie called ME the lesser half of this commentary team? Tim Hoss: Shut up.
*After a long time in the hold, Connor finally summons the energy to fight to his feet and start hitting Blood with elbows to the stomach! Blood snapmares Connor over and goes for a roundhouse kick to the head, but Connor rolls out of the way and scrambles to his feet to catch Blood's arm and whip him into the ropes! Blood reverses, however, and goes to hit Connor with a rolling elbow on the return, but Connor ducks! Rebounding off the ropes on the other side, he goes for a superkick on Blood, but Blood catches it! He throws Connor's leg to the side, spinning him around--Connor continues the spin to nail Blood with a Dragon Whip, bringing him down!*
Tim Hoss: Beautiful Dragon Whip by the Canadian Dragon! Jesse King: After a while in this business you either learn to be careful after grabbing the leg of an opponent in mid-kick, or you wind up getting kicked in the head with their other leg a lot!
*Connor locks a Sharpshooter onto Blood, who screams in pain and struggles to get to the ropes! Creed asks Blood if he wants to submit, Blood shakes his head, and continues clawing his way toward the ropes. He finally gets a hand on the bottom rope, and Connor's forced to release him*
Tim Hoss: Blood with the rope break, but a lot of damage has already been done to his legs!
*As Connor turns around, he sees Blood roll under the bottom rope and drop to the outside, his weakened legs almost giving out as he lands on his feet. Blood swears and leans against the ringside barricade for support as Creed starts a count. Connor begins to climb through the ropes, before Creed reminds him of the rule against fighting outside the ring*
Tim Hoss: Hey Blood, get back in the ring! Jesse King: You know, after the way he backstabbed Colt I'm reluctant to give props to Ryan Blood, but this is a smart move he just made. Connor will get DQ'd if he attacks him outside the ring, and Blood can stay out there for a twenty count instead of a ten count before he loses the match! If he's lucky, he'll have plenty of time to recover from Connor's offense! Tim Hoss: Maybe so, but I'm sure that these fans would rather he continue the fight inside the ring. Mackenzie certainly seems to feel that way!
*Connor, indeed visibly irritated by this unscheduled break in the match, taps his foot impatiently as Creed continues the count and Blood takes full advantage to rest up and plan his next move. As Creed counts 19, a refreshed Blood rushes forward and slides into the ring, going for a takedown on Connor, but the Canadian Dragon sidesteps and hits Blood with a backhand chop! Blood reels, clutching his chest in pain, and Connor hits him with another, and another!*
Tim Hoss: Stiff chops from the Canadian Dragon on Ryan Blood! Jesse King: Damn, his chest is really getting lit up there!
*As Connor goes for another chop, Blood catches him with a jawbreaker! Connor staggers away, dazed, and Blood brings him down with a ura-nage!*
Tim Hoss: Desperation move by Blood stops Mackenzie and sets up that ura-nage! Jesse King: Looks like Blood's gonna go high risk now...
*Blood climbs to the top rope and gets ready to fly off as soon as Connor rises. Missile dropkick--NO! Connor dodges, and Blood crashes and burns!*
Tim Hoss: No luck with the missile dropkick, and suddenly things are more or less even again!.
*Connor picks Blood up on his shoulders--Emerald Flowsion! Connor goes for a pin*
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Kickout!
Tim Hoss: Mackenzie taking a page from the book of the late Mitsuharu Misawa, hitting Ryan Blood with the Emerald Flowsion! But it wasn't enough to get a three! Jesse King: If I were Misawa, I'd be rolling in my grave that this guy was desecrating my move.
*Connor pulls Blood up and goes for his Spinning Impaler--Blood counters into a belly-to-back suplex in mid-move! Both men are down and Creed begins a ten count*
Tim Hoss: Great counter by Blood, and at the very last split second too! Jesse King: I gotta admit, that Spinning Impaler is pretty devastating! It helped Mackenzie win the #1 contender's spot and get this match!
*Connor and Blood fight to their feet at the same time, both looking a bit unsteady. Connor nails Blood with another chop! Blood fires back with a roundhouse kick to Connor's chest! Another chop from Connor, another kick from Blood! Both men go for dropkicks at the same time and as a result both miss!*
Tim Hoss: This is anybody's match to win now, with both competitors seeming to have their second winds!
*Connor goes for the Dragon's Grip on Blood! Blood slips free before he can hit the backcracker that sets up the move, and goes for the Krayt Dragon, but Connor powers backward and sends Blood crashing into the turnbuckles! Connor hoists Blood up to go for a gutbuster, but Blood again wriggles free, sliding down Connor's back and this time successfully catching Connor with the Krayt Dragon! Connor struggles, but Blood slams his neck down onto his knee, dazing him, and maintains the hold. Soon Connor is showing no signs of life. Creed lifts his arm once, twice, three times, and as it drops he calls for the bell*
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner, and still Champion Of Honor....RYAN BLOOD!
Tim Hoss: Connor Mackenzie gave it his all, but in the end it wasn't quite enough to capture championship gold. Jesse King: I suppose you're going to say something stupid like he proved something tonight, right Gorilla? Tim Hoss: As a matter of fact, he did. He proved that he was capable of holding his own against a champion and even forced that champion to make what we'll call a "strategic withdrawal". In my mind, it's just a matter of time before he wins a title in this company. Jesse King: And that's why I think you should be committed.
*Blood is handed the belt and staggers into the corner where he slumps, exhausted. Connor is gradually coming around and is being informed by Creed that he lost. After he's stood up, Connor looks over at Blood, who stares back. The staredown continues, as Connor walks over to Blood, who brings himself to his full height. Connor sticks out his arm, offering a handshake.*
Tim Hoss: Mackenzie seems to be taking this loss well, and is showing great sportsmanship here. Will Ryan Blood reciprocate? Jesse King: I wouldn't. This guy doesn't deserve any respect!
*Blood looks a bit surprised, looks down at the hand, seems to be thinking...and then takes it and and shakes it. He raises Connor's arm in the air, to which the crowd pops*
Tim Hoss: Good for him! Jesse King: D'oh! Tim Hoss: We have to go to break, but when we return we'll see the General of the Monkey Army defend the Hardcore Championship against The Smokin' Vokoun! Stay tuned!
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Aug 23, 2011 18:41:28 GMT -5
******* WWCF Hardcore title match: Smokin' Vokoun vs. The General of the Monkey Army
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Tim Hoss: Quite a night so far King. And this next match I'm sure will be no exception.
Jesse King: You ask me, both of these guys are the creme de la creme of the nuts here in the WWCF. And they're going for the craziest title!
*Sinnerman by Nina Simone*
Michael Muffer: Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Chicago, IL and weighing in at 260 lbs. Smokin' Vokoun!
"Oh Sinnerman, where you gonna too"
Vokoun appears on the entrance stage, letting out a scream as he looks about the crowd, giggling a bit as he then pulls a janitor's cart full of weapons into view and down the ramp towards the ring.
Hoss: Looks like Vokoun is loaded for bear tonight, King. After last week he looks to be wanting to avenge the result and take the WWCF Hardcore title with him.
King: You ask me Gorilla. I think the man might be more unstable now then when he was prior to leaving if that's even possible. *audible shudder*
*Let's Go Sunning*
Michael Muffer: And his opponent, hailing from Lansing, Michigan and weighing in at 225 lbs, he is the current WWCF Hardcore Champion! The General of the Monkey Army!
The General comes into view on the entry stage pushing a loaded shopping cart once again. The wind up monkey is clapping away in the child seat as The General tosses out items. T-Shirts, foam fingers, office supplies, DVD's. Pushing his cart to ringside he climbs onto the apron and shows off the Hardcore title belt before entering the ring and handing it to the referee. Ref Lloyd McFloyd shows the belt to Vokoun before holding it up to signify it being a title match. He then hands the belt to the timekeeper and signals for the bell.
Hoss: Here we go folks! Smokin' Vokoun versus The General for the hardcore title.
King: Oh boy...good thing I brought some coffee.
Both men run to the middle of the ring, wasting no time as they start to exchange a flurry of right hand punches on one another. McFloyd just shakes his head as he watches the two men pummel each other knowing that with the rules there is no point to admonish them for their actions.
Hoss: Both men wasting no time it would seem. The two of them had some heated words last week, no doubt they have a bit of a score to settle it would seem.
King: Well, it's not like the shots to the head are going to hurt them more then they already are.
Smokin' Vokoun takes the early advantage as he staggers The General with a couple more rights. Grabbing an arm, Vokoun pulls hard and levels The General with a lariet which sends him spinning mid-air before landing on his back.
Hoss: Dear lord what a lariet!
King: Ha! Not bad. Maybe that'll teach The General to stop hawking office supplies at his little store!
The General gives his head a quick shake as Vokoun follows up by pulling his opponent back to his feet and irish whipping him towards the ropes. As The General comes back Vokoun goes for the drop toe hold only for The General to hop over it. Vokoun scrambles to get up but as he does The General comes off the ropes, hitting a running knee lift which causes Vokoun to roll back, going through the ropes and out onto the ring floor.
Hoss: What a counter by The General there! Vokoun caught a bit off guard with The General's unorthodox offense it would seem.
King: I still say The General needs to pay for all that stuff. Are the guys merchandise that he's selling getting any of the cut by the way? I think somebody better check his books.
As Vokoun gets to his feet on the outside, The General moves to the outside as well taking up a "Wet Floor" sign from Vokoun's janitor cart. Sizing him up, The General runs and smacks Vokoun with the sign as Vokoun gets to his feet. A loud, plastic slap heard from the impact. Vokoun cringes, frozen for a moment before turning to face his opponent. As he does, The General spreads the sign and slaps it down on Vokoun's head. Getting it stuck on his forehead.
Hoss: The General seeming to be employing some interesting tactics now it appears.
As Vokoun reaches for the sign, The General makes a move, hoping up and latching on he attempts a monkey flip. As he tries to move though he is grabbed by Vokoun who takes the momentum and manages to give an improvised spinebuster to The General.
Hoss: And there is that power that we have come to know from Vokoun!
King: I have to say that was a bit unexpected there. But I'm still not impressed by either of them.
Smokin' Vokoun manages to get the sign off of his head finally as The General uses the side railing for support as he struggles to get to his feet, nursing his back. Vokoun moves to the janitor cart, eyeing what is there until he decides to get behind it, pushing it as hard as he can towards The General.
Hoss: What's he doing?!
King: Haha! Drive by attempt!
The General manages to flip himself over the railing into the crowd as the cart crashes against the rail. Vokoun gives a look of anger before reaching in and grabing a straw broom. Coming around, Vokoun hits The General in the back with the straw side. Already nursing the sore spot The General moves against an onlookers chair. Security starts to head towards the area as Vokoun climbs over the rail.
Hoss: Now this is nearly out of control!
King: Are you kidding? Now it's just starting to get interesting!
Vokoun raises the broom over his head as he readies another swing but The General moves at the last second. The broom manages to hit the floor as the scared onlookers back away. Vokoun looks up just before The General squirts something from a spray bottle he'd pulled from the cart Vokoun had just used. Letting out a scream, Vokoun drops the broom, his hands going to his eyes.
King: What the hell?! He could be blind! Who knows what was in that bottle!
Hoss: From what I can see of the label, it looks like it was febreeze, King.
King: Well, at least he'll smell fresh after the match.
Referee McFloyd is beside himself as he has moves to outside the ring, trying to keep some semblance of order. The General climbs back over the rail, scrambling for his own cart as Vokoun blinks his eyes to regain some sight. His face red as he grabs an empty steel chair that a fan was sitting in before the raucus had spilled into the area.
King: Oh, now comes the hardware.
Vokoun climbs over rail eyeing The General or at least seeming to as he stumbles a bit. The General meanwhile is rummaging through his cart, tossing more merchandise around wildly before seeing something near the bottom. As he reaches in, he gives a yank, realizing it is stuck. Vokoun starts moving closer, his vision still a blur as he lifts the chair back, readying a home run swing. Just as he brings the chair around, The General seems to have freed what he was after and swings it around in excitement.
THWACK!
TING!
Hoss: Dear lord! What just happened?!
The ref comes to both men, both laid out at ringside. The steel chair laying beside The General's head while beside Vokoun is a now splintered and broken kendo stick.
Hoss: Lloyd McFloyd is beside himself King! Both men are down!
King: What?! This is a hardcore match! What's he doing?!
Shaking his head and looking to both men who are still motionless on the ground he starts a ten count.
Hoss: Bah god! He's counting! Both men are out cold!
Reaching 8, both The General and Vokoun are still laying motionless. The crowd is joining in as the referee reaches 9. Waiting as long as he possibly he can he shakes his head before counting 10 and then calls for the bell.
Hoss: Both men are down! Someone get some smelling salts or something! This could be serious!
The ref goes to the timekeeper and whispers in his ear before moving back to the two men.
Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has called for the bell at this time and declared this match a draw as a result of double knock out!
King: Holy cow! They cleaned each others clocks with those shots!
Tim Hoss: I'm sure that's not the result Vokoun was hoping for, but considering that he just laid out the Hardcore Champion he has a strong case for a rematch if he wants one! Jesse King: Usually Hoss gets to say it, but now it's my turn: we gotta go to commercial! And when we come back, it's time for the Inter-Forum title match! Tim Hoss: Was that moment everything you hoped for? Jesse King: Absolutely, Hoss. I see why you always do it, given its addictive properties.
*Commercials appear, and after two or three minutes vanish to be displaced by a returning NiteRaw*
*DOA*
Jonathan Michaels walks to the ring with a determined look on his face, he slides into the ring and grabs a mic.
Well, I think we all know what I'm doing out here, so let's get this over with, M, get your ass out here right now.
The warped wedding march hits as Evil M slowly makes his way to the ring. He slides in, never taking his eyes off of Michaels.
Let's get this over with.
You're running around here acting like the victim, even after everything you and Hideo put me and Sara through, between isolating her from me, trying to force her to marry YOU, and even soaking her in hairspray and threatening to powerbomb her into a flaming table.
The thing about all this is, I don't entirely disagree with you.
You see, I know everything Hideo told you to win your loyalty, because he told me the same things, that if I listened to him, I'd be worthy of his daughter, and I'd be on top of the world.
And the worst thing is, he was very convincing, he knew exactly what to say to convince you that his way was the only way, and I know exactly why you listened.
We've known each other for almost three years now, you mentored me and showed me my true potential, and then something happened.
Sara.
Believe me, dude, I know how easy it is to fall in love with her, and you did, you stalked her mercilessly, which was creepy, but kind of flattering, but I put that to an end at GookerMania II, and I thought we were done.
Then I won the Championship of Honor and defended it well, but eventually you came back into your own and beat me fair and square right in the middle of this ring, I was pissed, but a small part of me was proud that you had finally gotten your career back on track.
So eventually, even though you were still a colossal tool, I went to you to bury the hatchet when I needed to take out Blood and Stone.
And that's when you and Hideo betrayed me.
But when it comes down to it, I don't entirely blame you, after all, Hideo was a master of telling you exactly what you wanted and needed to hear, and he convinced you that you could have everything I had.
And that's your real problem, M.
You've spent so much time taking from me and trying to live my life that you've forgotten to live yours.
I mean, come on, dude, don't you even remember how much of a badass you used to be?
That's why I put that mask on, and that's why I put that mask back on you at the wedding, to reignite that fire inside you, that fire that makes you one of the best in this business.
So it's my belief that we need to end things once and for all, which brings me to my proposal.
I know just how bad you want to fight me and prove that you're better than me, and I want to prove myself to you.
So here it is, you and me, one last time, the final encounter, after this, we go our seperate ways, and I know the perfect match to do it.
At BattleBowl, Evil M versus Jonathan Michaels inside a steel cage, with a roof on it to make sure that nobody gets in our way, and the winner is the Last Man Standing.
Jonathan puts down the mic and awaits a response. M looks down at the mic, then back at Michaels. Slowly, he bends over and picks it up. After looking around a little longer, he finally holds up the mic and growls unintelligibly into it.
Jonathan takes the mic back.
So I guess I'll take that as a yes.
M glares at Jono, then lunges! Jono sidesteps and M knocks himself out of the ring! Security is quickly on M, preventing him from getting back in the ring.
Wow! It appears that at Battle Bow, we will finally SEE the conclusion of this deeply personal feud between Evil M and Jonathan Michaels! If security can keep them from killing each other before we get there!
*****
Inter-Forum Championship Match:
Mad Pirate Mulligan vs Caleb Fourchon
*****
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Inter-Forum Championship!
*Professional Pirate- Muppet Treasure Island Soundtrack*
Michael Muffer: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from The High Seas and weighing in at 265 lbs and representing Whitey Inc, Mad Pirate Mulligan!
Mad Pirate Mulligan walks onto the stage, singing along to his new entrance theme heartily in a deep baritone voice. As some try to reach out to him he waves them away, continuing to sing as he reaches ringside and climbs up onto the apron. Taking off his jacket he hands it to a ring attendant before climbing the turnbuckle and surverys the crowd whilst in the Captain Morgan pose. As he scans the crowd he pulls a flask from his belt and takes a swig, giving a satisfied "Ahh" before getting into the ring.
Tim Hoss: I must say I am a bit surprised at Mulligan's recent choice in allegiance with Whitey.
Jesse King: How can you say that Gorilla? It makes perfect business sense. Just look at him. He's going to be a perfect fit in Whitey Inc! You ask me it's the smartest move he's ever made.
Michael Muffer: And his opponent...
*"Circus Envy" by REM*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Dulac, Louisiana and weighing 252 lbs. He is the WWCF Inter-Forum Champion, Caleb Fourchon!
Hoss: And here comes the champion. It seems that Whitey keeps trying to enter this man's life when he can.
King: What is that supposed to mean? Look, maybe Whitey's trying to look out for his old protege and show him that it would be well worth his while to come back to the flock.
Hoss: I tend to doubt that King. Caleb seems to be out there trying to prove something and I don't think he's taken too kindly to Whitey's interference.
King: Heh, were I Caleb I'd be flattered and maybe be a bit more open to Whitey's offer. But he is a swamp rat after all so I can't say he'd much for brains.
Caleb makes his way to the ring. The title belt draped over his shoulder as he eyes Mad Pirate Mulligan intently before sliding under the bottom rope. Holding up the belt he keeps his eyes on Mulligan as he goes a circuit of the ring then stops at his corner. Handing the belt the referee Will Alphonzo, Caleb then squats down and waits. The ref shows the belt to Mulligan then holds it up before handing it to the timekeeper and getting the bell to start the match.
Hoss: And here we go with our last championship match of the evening folks.
Caleb and Mulligan meet in the center of the ring, exchanging words before Mulligan slaps Caleb. Caleb responds with a slap of his own before the men lock up and jockey around the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, Mulligan manages to irish whip Caleb into the opposing ropes. Coming off of them, Caleb gives a shoulder block to Mulligan who falls onto his back. Caleb pauses and seems to shout a few choice words in french before backing off. Mulligan gets up, straightening himself out as the two men circle the ring again and lock up once more.
Hoss: Looks like neither men showing any love loss between them.
King: Booooring. Come on Mulligan! Show that gumbo who means business here!
Caleb puts Mulligan in a side headlock. Each time Mulligan attempts to move, Caleb grinds in a bit harder as Mulligan lets out a roar. The ref checks on Mulligan who manages to give Caleb a few hard elbows to the sternum before running for the ropes. Caleb takes a few steps and launches into the air to catch Mulligan with a running cross body but Mulligan manages to duck and roll. Caleb lands on the mat hard as Mulligan gets to his feet with a satisfied grin.
Hoss: A smart counter by Mulligan there it would seem King.
King: Now there's why he's going to be such a valuable asset to Whitey Inc, Gorilla.
Bringing Caleb to his feet, Mulligan whips him chest first into a corner turnbuckle. Caleb hits it and rebounds off. As he rebounds, Mulligan latches onto Caleb with a full nelson. Caleb struggles but Mulligan manages to lift him up, hitting a full nelson bomb.
Hoss: Mulligan seeming to be in control of things now, King. It would appear he's capitalizing on things early on.
Caleb rolls to his side, wincing slightly as he starts to pick himself up. Mulligan however gives him a quick boot to the back before moving to Caleb's foot. Taking a hold he starts to lock in a single leg crab. As he starts however Caleb manages to roll onto his back and lift his other foot. With a few tries to he thrusts his free foot out and sends Mulligan sprawling onto his back. Both men climb to their feet, Mulligan moving towards Caleb first but Caleb is quick to pick Mulligan up, hitting a spinning body slam.
Hoss: Wow! Amazing! Caleb with the quick slam to try and get things turned around.
King: I've seen Mad Pirate get up from worse.
Both men are slow to get up but once they do they begin a quick exchange of punches. Will Alphonzo tries to admonish both men before Mulligan gives a quick thumb to Caleb's eye. Alphonzo turns his attention to Mulligan who ignores the warning before hitting Caleb in the back with a double axe handle. Mulligan waits in a corner, almost expectantly then. Caleb getting to his feet with his back turned to Mulligan.
Hoss: Mulligan appearing to be sizing Fourchon up for something here.
King: Get him Mulligan! Get him!
Mulligan starts to make a run at Caleb but is quickly met with a big boot before getting low enough to hit a spear.
Hoss: Caleb with the big boot out of nowhere!
King: Get up you pirate! Get up!
Caleb goes for the cover.
1!
2!
Kickout!
Hoss: Mad Pirate Mulligan with the kickout as both men appear to be a bit fatigued.
King: Phew! You've still got a paycheck Mulligan.
Caleb checks with the ref, breathing heavilly. Mulligan grogilly starts to roll to his side, then get to his feet. Caleb gives a forearm across Mulligan's back. Then works to start lifting Mulligan up.
Hoss: This could be it, Caleb looks like he's trying to muscle him up for his Down Home Driver!
As Caleb gets ready, Mulligan's hand reaches into his belt and takes hold of an item. Struggling with Caleb, Mulligan manages to wriggle himself back to his feet then takes a swing, connecting with his flask in hand. Mulligan looks stunned however as the top pops on it, splashing the ref with the liquid inside as Caleb collapses from the hit.
Hoss: Bah gawd! Mulligan hit Caleb with his flask!
King: Haha! Way to send him a message Mulligan!
The ref immediately calls for the bell. Mulligan tips his head back as he tries to get the last drops from his flask but looks disappointed as it appears that the remnants is now all over Will Alphonzo.
Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification and still Inter-Forum Champion, Caleb Fourchon!
The referree holds up Caleb's hand, handing the title to him even as he remains dazed, using the turnbuckle to lean on a bit.
Hoss: I fear that there is a message here, one that has Whitey Inc. showing that maybe they are starting to rise from the ashes of The Pantheon.
King: Whatever Gorilla, you just can't stand any group that tries to do anything for themselves. Time for our main event!
*"Money Talks" by AC/DC hits the PA as "Handsome" Whitey Fats and Cynnamon saunter onto the stage*
JK: And here comes our number one contender, Gorilla. TH: Indeed he does, Whitey Fats walking to the ring with a purpose tonight ahead of his title match at WWCF Battlebowl next week.
MM: Introducing first, from-
*Before Muffer can even finish the introduction, The Punisher suddenly attacks Whitey from behind, knocking him up the ramp with a big elbow to the back of the head. Cynnamon backs away from Punisher, scared, as he begins to stalk Whitey down the ramp.*
JK: This is unfair! The match hasn't even started yet! TH: Well I think under the circumstances Whitey is getting off lightly. He did take the Punisher's wife after all. JK: Not take, Gorilla, save. He saved her from that monster!
*Whitey is backing away from Punisher, trying to get back on his feet, but Punisher quickly grabs hold of him and launches him into the barricade. Punisher lifts Whitey up and again drives him head first into the barricade. Whitey stumbles toward the ringside area and turns around, only to get tackled back first into the ring apron, causing him to wince in pain.*
TH: Ouch! That didn't look good. Whitey has got to watch he doesn't get himself too hurt here. JK: No, no, no! Ref stop this! The bell hasn't rung!
*Punisher locks Whitey in a headlock and drags him over to the steel steps. Whitey manages to fight out with repeated elbows to the mid-section and follows up with a quick rake of the eyes, causing Punisher to stumble backward, temporarily blinded. Punisher charges at Whitey, who dropkicks him in the knee causing him to crash face-first into the steel steps.*
JK: Yes! Come on Whitey! Take it to him!
*Whitey immediately takes advantage, repeatedly slamming Punisher's head off the steel steps. He stands up on the apron and uses his boot to push Punisher's head down hard on the steel. Punisher struggles to get free but to no avail. Eventually, the referee convinces Whitey to let go and he rolls Punisher into the ring.*
TH: Maybe now we can finally get this match under way, officially at least. JK: It's a shame too, I was enjoying the whooping Whitey was giving that maniac.
*The bell finally rings as Whitey begins to stomp Punisher in the head, trying to keep him down. He quickly locks in a chokehold, yelling to the ref that he "has until five", before breaking the illegal hold at the count of four. Whitey takes this moment bow to the audience, who offer a mixture of cheers and his usual reception of boos.*
TH: And Whitey with a mixed reaction from the WWCF Galaxy tonight, King. You have to think this is down to the questionable conduct of The Punisher when it comes to his wife. JK: That's ex-wife, Gorilla, and with good reason. Even morons like the ones in attendance tonight can see that. TH: Will you stop insulting our great fans?
*Whitey returns to his opponent, delivering a vicious kick to the stomach as he was trying to return to his feet. Whitey mounts Punisher and begins punching him in the head until the ref forces him to let go. Whitey begins to argue with the referee as Punisher pulls himself up in the corner.*
TH: Whitey better be careful not to let his temper get the best of him here. JK: Relax. He has everything under control.
*Whitey charges in but Punisher moves causing Whitey to hit the turnbuckle. Punisher immediately bounces off the ropes and takes Whitey down with a massive running lariat. Immediately Punisher mounts Whitey and begins to rain down a series of stiff punches, to an equally mixed reception from the crowd.*
TH: Punisher now on the offense and you can tell he has waited for his chance to do this to Whitey for a long time. JK: Hey ref, get that maniac off him! TH: He has until five remember, King?
*The ref finally manages to get Punisher off Whitey, who rolls under the bottom rope onto the apron. Punisher reaches over to grab him but gets dropped throat first on the top rope. Whitey quickly enters the ring and charges at his dazed foe...only to be lifted high above Punisher's head and slammed to the ground with a gorilla press slam.*
TH: And what strength by The Punisher there! Whitey Fats is not a small man but he just picked him up like he was nothing. JK: I admit that was impressive...for a nutjob. TH: I think Punisher deserves a bit more respect than that, King. JK: What? Nutjobs have their uses. He can be a door-stop.
*Punisher whips Whitey into the turnbuckle before crushing him with a running clothesline in the corner. Punisher begins to beat away at Whitey until he is in a seated position. Punisher bends down to his level and begins to trash talk, but Whitey spits in his face! Punisher wipes the spit off his face and gives Whitey a murderous look.*
TH: Oooooh, I think Fats may have just made the biggest mistake of his life. JK: Run, Whitey, run!
*Punisher grabs Whitey and launches him halfway across the ring with a hiptoss out of the corner. Whitey backs off into the opposite corner, calling for a time-out, but Punisher begins to hammer away at him with several hard body blows. The ref tries to calm Punisher down but gets grabbed by Punisher who threatens to hit him.*
TH: Punisher has to watch it here or else he'll get himself disqualified. JK: Good, he should be disqualified after that vicious attack before the match. Whitey has barely had any chance to defend himself!
*Punisher calms down and lets go of the ref, turning his attentions back to Whitey...who quickly kicks him in the knee and drops him with a DDT. Whitey mounts Punisher and begins to drive his head repeatedly into the canvas before choking him with his boot.*
TH: And that's why you should never take your eyes off a competitor like Whitey Fats. JK: It looks like Punisher's finding out the hard way!
*Whitey waits for Punisher to pull himself up in the corner and charges in with a big avalanche followed immediately by a bulldog. Whitey pounces on Punisher with a headlock, trying to wear him down further. Punisher tries to fight out of it but begins to fade.*
TH: Punisher beginning to slip away here...
*Punisher gets a second wind and forces himself and Whitey to their feet, causing Whitey to let go of the hold and hit a bridging german suplex. Cover: 1... 2... Kickout at 2!*
TH: Picture perfect german suplex by Whitey just wasn't enough to keep Punisher down. JK: That was a slow count! I counted to at least seventeen!
*Whitey continues to wear down Punisher, stomping away at every part of his body. Whitey then returns to the headlock. Punisher once again begins to slowly fade. The ref lifts the arm: 1... 2... 3...No! Punisher keeps his arm held up*
TH: Looks like there's still some fight left in the Punisher! JK: No, no, no! Hold him Whitey!
*Punisher begins to struggle and force Whitey to his feet, digging him in the gut with several elbows. He throws Whitey off the opposite ropes and takes him down with a shoulder block on the rebound. Punisher bounces off the ropes, Whitey quickly ducks, Punisher steps over him, Punisher returns...BAM! Double A Spinebuster from Whitey! Cover: 1... 2... 3...No Punisher kicks out!*
TH: What a fantastic counter by Fats but it only got a two count. JK: A looooong two count, Gorilla. Whitey's plan to wear down this psychopath is working to perfection.
*Whitey looks shocked and demands that the referee count faster. He gets back to his feet and hits Punisher with a standing leg drop. He begins to insult his fallen foe before following it up with another standing leg drop. Whitey then points to the turnbuckle and smiles.*
TH: Whitey has got to be thinking about hitting that big splash...and that's a whole lot of weight coming down on you. JK: So what, Gorilla? I notice you've been piling on the pounds yourself... TH: Look in the mirror, King. JK: I always look in the mirror. I looked just now and I'm looking good.
*Whitey climbs to the top rope but Punisher gets to his feet and charges at the ropes, crotching Whitey on the top turnbuckle. Whitey screams out in pain as Punisher follows him up top, looking for a big superplex.*
TH: Punisher looking for a high impact move off the top here but Whitey is fighting against it.
*Punisher tries to lift Whitey, who holds onto the rope for dear life. Whitey then pokes Punisher in the eye and shoves him off the top to the canvas. Punisher staggers to his feet as Whitey dives off the top...straight into a big boot from Punisher!*
TH: Ouch! I doubt Fats' is going to be looking too handsome after that! JK: No! Cynnamon, go kiss it better! TH: You pervert, we're in the middle of a match!
*Both men lay on the floor, exhausted. The crowd start up with dual chants of "Lets go Whitey!" and "Pun-ish-er!". Both men use the ropes to pull themselves back to their feet. Whitey throws a punch, it connects! Punisher throws a punch back, it also connects! Whitey throws another punch, Punisher blocks it and counters with a punch of his own, causing Whitey to stumble back into the ropes. He uses this momentum to attempt another punch...but Punisher ducks it and follows up with a punch of his own that takes Whitey down to the mat.*
TH: Punisher back in control here. JK: Get up, Whitey!
*Punisher bounces off the ropes and takes Whitey down with a clothesline. Continuing his run, Punisher bounces off the opposite ropes and nails Whitey with another clothesline. Punisher continues his run once again but this time Whitey ducks the third clothesline. Whitey points to his head, indicating his intelligence in dodging the move, not realising that Punisher has stopped his run and is standing behind him!*
JK: Turn around, Whitey! Turn around!
*Punisher grabs Whitey from behind and takes him down with a russian leg sweep. Whitey crawls toward the corner as Punisher returns to his feet. Punisher grabs Whitey by the back of his head and begins to drive his face repeatedly into the top turnbuckle. Cynnamon gets up on the apron and insults Punisher, causing him to let go of Whitey and turn around.*
TH: And Cynnamon has no business getting involved in this match! JK: She's concerned for the well-being of her boss, Gorilla.
*The two continue to exchange insults, as Whitey sneaks up behind Punisher...but his dragon suplex attempt is fought out of and he ends up on the receiving end of a neckbreaker from Punisher. Punisher looks toward the turnbuckle and contemplates his next move, before slowly climbing up top.*
TH: The big man heading up top now, we don't see this very often from Punisher.. JK: This doesn't look good...the only thing worse than a monster is a flying monster.
*Punisher reaches the top and waits for Whitey to return to his feet. Whitey, dazed, searches around the ring to find Punisher, before turning into a diving shoulder block that causes him to bounce off the mat, under the bottom rope and outside the ring!*
JK: Oh no! TH: Wow! Punisher really pulling out all the stops in this match!. JK: Cynnamon, go check on him!
*Cynnamon checks on Whitey but backs off as Punisher exits the ring. He rolls Whitey back into the ring, pausing afterward to glare at Cynnamon, before re-entering the ring...where Whitey kicks the middle rope causing Punisher to get crotched and crumple to the canvas.*
TH: What a low-down, under-handed- JK: Stroke of genius! TH: Not what I was planning on saying...
*Whitey signals for the end and tries to lift Punisher up for the Phatsdriver...but Punisher slips out of it and inadvertently shoves Whitey into the referee! Whitey staggers backward from his collision with the ref and into the Endgame! Cover: 1.... 2.... 3!!! It's over!
Or it would be if the referee wasn't out cold!*
TH: That should be it, Punisher has this match won.. JK: But there's no referee Gorilla.
*Punisher attempts to revive the ref. While he is distracted, Mad Pirate Mulligan runs down to the ring and attacks him from behind.*
TH: And Whitey Inc's head of security, Mad Pirate Mulligan, is out here. How is this fair? JK: All's fair in love and war, Gorilla.
*Mulligan hooks Punisher up for the Arr Matey! but Punisher fights out of it and begins to hammer away at Mulligan with big gut shots. Mulligan responds with a headbutt that dazes Punisher, then bounces off the ropes...right into a big boot from Punisher. Mulligan rolls out onto the apron as Punisher looks fired up and signals for the Endgame.*
TH: And Punisher is all fired up now! JK: No! Mulligan, do something! TH: Wait a minute, what's going on here?
*Kate makes her way down to ringside carrying Whitey's pimp cane and gets on the apron, distracting Punisher. The two appear to be arguing, Punisher's attention completely off Whitey and Mulligan. After a while of arguing, Punisher notices Mulligan on the apron out of the corner of his eye. He goes for the Endgame but Mulligan ducks the swing and spits out the grog mist!*
TH: And Punisher just got blinded by that mysterious grog mist. JK: Well you know what they say, love is blind, and now...so is Punisher! Haha!
*Punisher struggles to rub the mist out of his eyes as Kate rolls the cane into the ring to Whitey, who nails Punisher in the leg causing him to drop to one knee. Whitey stands over his blinded, helpless opponent with a look of anger and determination on his face, before driving the pimp cane right into the head of Punisher, knocking him out. Whitey hooks the leg as the ref slowly stirs: 1....... 2...... 3......Whitey wins!*
MM: Here is your winner: WHITEY FATS!
Tim Hoss: Well, I hope Whitey's proud of himself. Jesse King: Sure he is, Gorilla! If he can do as well against Colt at BattleBowl, he'll be our next world champion! Tim Hoss: Be sure to join us for BattleBowl, everybody! Goodnight!
Credits: The Mountain King, Connor Mackenzie, Evil M, BRB, Jonathan Michaels, Bergman, Punisher, Mad Pirate Mulligan, Guy Of Honor, Jeremy Dupoe, Amigo, Viva, Mr. Socko's Brother
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