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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Sept 6, 2011 22:57:43 GMT -5
Monday NiteRaw, September 5th, 2011"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Hello everybody, and welcome to World WrestleCrap Federation Monday NiteRaw! I'm Tim Hoss, here with Jesse King.Jesse King: You're welcome.Tim Hoss: Tonight in that very ring...Jesse King: Channeling McMahon, Hoss?Tim Hoss: Quite frankly, that's a ridiculous idea. I'm not Vincent Kennedy McMahon, I'm Tim Hoss, dammit!Jesse King: [sighs] So what happens tonight in that very ring?Tim Hoss: The man who is challenging both the champion and the #1 contender for the World Heavyweight Championship at GookerMania IV--Jonathan Michaels--is going to be in action with the Boiler Room Brawler against Vincent Van Agony and Mad Pirate Mulligan! Both are aligned with the champion, Whitey Fats, and you can bet they'll try to put a hurting on JoNo to soften him up for Whitey!Jesse King: And then there's Seth Drakin, who won BattleBowl and is going to make a laughable attempt of his own to win the world title! He's in action against Johnny Stone later on...or maybe it's John S. Amigo...or maybe it's somebody else...or maybe three guys sharing one body...I'm confused, Gorilla.Tim Hoss: Indeed, it appears that...Seth's opponent tonight...is having "identity issues". And it is entirely possible that Johnny Stone and Amigo are the same person and always have been; we never did see what Amigo looked like under his mask, after all. For our newer fans, Amigo was one of the most evil and sadistic individuals to ever set foot in the World WrestleCrap Federation. But almost one year ago following a hellacious match against the Smokin' Vokoun at GookerMania III, Amigo disappeared. Shortly afterwards, "Johnny Stone" made his debut. With Stone now talking in Amigo's voice and talking as though he IS Amigo, it raises a lot of questions.Jesse King: Enough exposition, Gorilla! Let's start the show!Good idea, Jess. At BattleBowl, we saw one of the most brutal matches in WWCF history unfold, when Jonathan Michaels took on Evil M in the first ever Last Man Standing Cage Match!*We see still shots of both Jono and M making their entrances for the match* You ain’t kiddin’ Gorilla!*A still shot of M throwing Michaels into the barricade* Both men took each other to the limit…*Still shot of Michaels DDTing M* …In a match that was oh so personal!*Still shot of M Chokeslamming Michaels; Second still shot of Michaels suplexing M* Personal? They damn near killed each other!*Still shot of M lawn darting Michaels into the cage* For a while it looked like Evil M had the match well at hand…*M delivers the Journey to Hell through a table!* …But in the end, Michaels found a way to pull through!*Michaels sends M off the ladder through the announce table!* I’ll give Michaels credit, he downed Evil M, but even he couldn’t keep him down for long!Indeed, M came back later in the evening…*Still shots of M eliminating The Boiler Room Brawler, Ryan Blood, and Mad Pirate Mulligan* And he nearly won it, Gorilla!Nearly, but it wasn’t to be.*Shot of Seth eliminating M to win Battle Bowl* And now the question on everyone’s mind is what’s next for Evil M?The arena goes dark, as the opening strains of Rock You Like A Hurricane by the Scorpions hit. Pyro explodes at the entrance way, then Evil M walks out. Clad in jeans, a leather jacket, and sunglasses, M makes his way to the ring and demands the mic from Michael Muffer. Evil M out here now and it appears he is going to speak for the first time in nearly a month…Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Evil M. I am a former WWCF Hardcore Champion and I was the longest reigning WWCF Champion of Honor to date. At one time, I was also set to marry one Sara Nakatomi…The crowd boos, but M presses on. Last Monday at Battle Bowl, I came so close. So close to defeating Jonathan Michaels. So close to winning Battle Bowl. So close to the main event of GookerMania.
But it didn’t happen. Instead, Jono got in a lucky shot. Instead, Seth Drakin had to resort to cheating. Instead, he has my main event spot.
It’s not fair! I’ve been in this company since the very beginning! How many one on one Championship matches have I received? ZERO! And I’m damn sick and tired of it! Since day one, I‘ve been overlooked, cast in the shadow of people like Jono, Ryan Blood, Gus Richlen, and our new “Champion,” Whitey freakin‘ Fats!More booing. But that was all in the past. I’m ready to look ahead to the future. That is why it gives me great pleasure to announce myself as the first man to enter the Money in the Bank or Botch match at GookerMania IV!More boos. You all boo now, but we’ll see you what you think about me when I stand before you the new WWCF World Champion!
I’m done sitting in the shadows. My time is finally here.
At GookerMania, my future will be hanging in the balance.
All I have to do is reach out and take it.M drops the mic and leaves the ring to a chorus of boos. Well, Evil M moving on it would appear…To bigger and better things, Gorilla! Just think, a month from now, Evil M may very well be the WWCF World Champion!A scary thought indeed, Jess. Folks, we are ready for the first match of the night! Moments from now, Jeremy Dupoe battles M.O.P.!The following contest is set for one fall, with a ten minute time limit!*South of Heaven* Introducing first, from Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing in at 230 pounds, Jeremy Dupoe!*Citizen Erased* And his opponent, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 240 pounds, M.O.P.!M.O.P. and Dupoe lock up. M.O.P. with a go behind into a rear waistlock. He transitions into a headlock, but Dupoe shoves him off and into the ropes. As M.O.P. bounce back, Dupoe nails him with a dropkick! He pulls M.O.P. up, suplex! Cover! 1! Kickout! Tim Hoss: While M.O.P. may not have been setting the WWCF on fire since his return, Dupoe shouldn't take him too lightly! One dropkick and one suplex are not enough!Both men are back up, Dupoe with some punches, M.O.P. deflects them, then delivers a scoop slam! Off the ropes, M.O.P. with an elbow drop! Cover! 1! Kickout! Jesse King: Looks like M.O.P. is making the same mistake with the Dupoe here!Tim Hoss: Jeremy Dupoe an associate of Whitey Inc, by the way.Jesse King: A fine man to be associated with, Gorilla!Tim Hoss: Please.M.O.P. pulls Dupoe up and shoots him into the ropes. As he bounces back, M.O.P. catches him and delivers a hiptoss! He runs the ropes, but Dupoe rolls out of the way! M.O.P. misses the leg drop and hit’s the mat hard! Dupoe with punches, then a small package! 1! 2! Kickout! Tim Hoss: Dupoe almost catches M.O.P. with a small package!Jesse King: Yeah, well "almost" only counts in horseshoes and...uh...something else, I forget...but not wrestling!Both men back up, Dupoe charges, but runs right into a knee to the abdomen! M.O.P. snap suplex’s Dupoe! Cover! 1! Kickout! Tim Hoss: Just one! That's frustrating, speaking from experience.Jesse King: Yeah, you had a very frustrating career, didn't you?Tim Hoss: Do you really want to compare my in-ring career to yours, King?Jesse King: Uh, back to the match!Tim Hoss: Good call.M.O.P. waits for Dupoe to get to his feet, then kicks him in the stomach! He starts to lift him for the Turnpike Driver, but Dupoe slips free and belly to back suplex’s him! He pulls M.O.P. up, then chops him! After a few chops, he sends him into the ropes. As M.O.P. bounces back, Dupoe catches and slams him! Cover! 1! 2! Kickout! Tim Hoss: Excellent slam by Dupoe there!Jesse King: Dagon be praised!He pulls M.O.P. up and goes to shoot him into the ropes again, but it’s reversed! As Dupoe bounces off the ropes, M.O.P. back body drops him! As he gets up, M.O.P. pounces on him with a barrage of punches! He backs Dupoe into the corner and charges, but Dupoe gets his foot up! M.O.P. catches the foot, but Dupoe nails him with an enzugiri! He pulls him up, Scrambler! Cover! 1! 2! 3! The winner of this match, Jeremy Dupoe!Tim Hoss: M.O.P. just had his brains scrambled like so many eggs, and Jeremy Dupoe picks up his second victory in as many weeks!Jesse King: The future's so bright he's gotta wear shades, Gorilla!*Angel by Shaggy and Rayvon starts to play* Tim Hoss: What's this?Cynnamon walks out, grinning happily, and poses, as boos fill the arena. Tim Hoss: Oh. It's Cynnamon, the *ahem* "valet" of Whitey Fats.She walks to the ring and has a microphone thrown to her, the boos intensifying. Ladies and gentleman, it is my personal pleasure to welcome the WWCF Superstar of the Year, and YOUR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "Handsome" Whitey Fats!!*Money Talks by AC/DC booms from the speakers* Boos get even louder. Whitey walks out, grinning, the world title around his waist. He walks to the ring, still grinning, ignoring the boos. He kisses Cynnamon, and she hands him the mic. How do you like me now?He poses with his pimp cane as Cynnamon giggles and claps. I did exactly what I said I was going to do, and now I am your world champion.
Now, at the biggest show of the year, GookerMania, I have to defend my title against two men.
*Whitey shifts expression, growing angry* TWO MEN! That is not fair, especially since Jonathan Michaels was handed that goddamn briefcase, and I already beat Seth!
*Whitey calms himself* It doesn't matter, though. I already know Seth can't beat me, and Jonathan Michaels is way over his head. I'm the champion and it's gonna stay that way.
Nobody can take this title away from, not Seth, not Jonathan, not Punisher, not anyone. I can't be beaten, I've already proven that.
I'm the best of all time.
This is the beginning of the Era of Whitey.*Whitey throws the microphone down, and Cynnamon and Whitey exit, to constant boos* Jesse King: Show some respect to the world champion, you ingrates!Tim Hoss: Whitey Fats making his opinion known, which is par for the course. We'll see if he can back it up in a few short weeks when the biggest pay-per-view of the year, GookerMania IV, is upon us! Time for a commercial break fans, but we'll be right back!*NiteRaw returns from commercial to a voice over of an unidentified man as a variety of old family photos are shown of him growing up, typical happy family stuff, with the last photo being a photo of him as a child with his father. His father is in uniform, obviously about to ship out to war. The man speaks with an undefined European accent* I've seen injustice it all its forms *video changes from photos to video of Commando lifting in the gym* and I've trained my body to battle, and fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. *video shows Commando running in sweats in what looks like the absolute middle of nowhere* I've come to the WWCF to fight injustice, and bring the title back to the people. *Final shot shows an old photo of an 18 year old Commando, now wearing the same uniform his father was wearing in the other photo* I've been to war, and I'm ready to finish the job. *video fades to black* Are you with me, or against me? *Back to King and Hoss* Tim Hoss: That was Commando 1985, Jess. We'll see soon whether he has what it takes to make it in the WWCF, like these next two competitors!The following contest is scheduled for one fall!* "THE FUTURE IS BULLTETPROOF, THE AFTERMATH IS SECONDARY. IT'S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD. KILLJOYS, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!"The pyro and "Na Na Na" go off as Gus Richlen and Shaelin Marie O'Hara head for the ring. Richlen appears to be in a particularly foul mood.* Introducing first, accompanied by Shaelin Marie O'Hara, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 181 pounds, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!Gus Richlen has not exactly been having the best couple of weeks, failing last NiteRaw to become a two-time tag team champion, and at BattleBowl he outlasted the tag champs but wound up being the fifth man eliminated, so you'd have to think that a win over a former WWCF Champion in Tyfo could be what the doctor ordered!I'm going to think no such thing! Richlen has done nothing but prove that he does not belong in this company, let alone this business! And to think that this disgrace has the gall to challenge the best pure wrestler in the world, Caleb Fourchon, for the Inter-Forum Championship at Gookermania IV! I hope Tyfo knocks him off his little pedestal so that match never happens!*"Been To Hell" then hits along with fireball pyro as Tyfo makes his way to the ring, arguing with fans on the way there.* And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 245 pounds, Tyfo!*The commentators barely get a chance to say anything as Richlen charges at Tyfo but gets clotheslined for his trouble as John Creed calls for the bell. Richlen is swiftly pummeled by the Pain Train as soon as he gets to his feet, eventually ending up in one corner, where Tyfo clotheslines him before he staggers out right into the former WWCF Champion's grasp and is powerslammed! 1! 2! Richlen kicks out so Tyfo goes to the top rope, but Richlen rolls out out of the way before he can do anything, so he jumps down and goes after Richlen, who kicks him in the gut and snap suplexes him! 1! Tyfo is out easily, but Richlen picks him up and delivers the over-the-shoulder backbreaker! 1! Tyfo is out again, so Richlen goes for the Swerving Elbow, but as he pivots, Tyfo suddenly gets in a drop toe hold! Tyfo then turns Richlen and tries to put him in the Sharpshooter, but Richlen rolls him up! 1! 2! Tyfo kicks out but when Richlen gets to his feet, the "Xtreme Machine" gets kicked in the gut before falling victim to a piledriver! 1! 2! Richlen kicks out, but he does so as Tyfo goes for the Sharpshooter again! This time, he nearly rolls Richlen over before his foe spins out of his grasp. If Tyfo is frustrated, it isn't showing as he picks Richlen up and powerslams him again! 1! 2! Richlen kicks out again! Tyfo waits for Richlen to get up before delivering a reverse STO, but he doesn't let go! He picks himself up to deliver a second one, but Richlen replies with a reverse STO of his own! 1! 2! This time it's Tyfo who has to kick out, but another attempt at a reverse STO results in Tyfo sending Richlen into a backdrop driver! 1! 2! Richlen kicks out, but Tyfo picks him up, charges for a corner, and delivers Snake Eyes! As Richlen staggers out, Tyfo goes for a lariat, but Richlen ducks, rebounds off the ropes, and flattens him with a brutal spear!* No!!!! He can't be allowed to do that to someone like Tyfo!*Tyfo is definitely feeling the effects of that spear as he gets to his feet, only to get Carnoseled! When he gets to his knees, a scream hits his eardrums at the same time that a Schwinn Smash hits his head! 1! 2! TYFO KICKS OUT!!!! A by now shirtless Richlen is now stalking Tyfo, and as the former WWCF Champion gets up, Richlen picks him up for the Final- NO!!! Tyfo lands on his feet, hoists Richlen up, climbs to the second rope and- NO!!! Richlen avoids the Tumbleweed by shifting his weight and landing on the apron, hanging Tyfo up on the top rope in the process! Tyfo staggers back, allowing Richlen to climb to the top and fly off and hit a Buff Blockbuster! Richlen starts stalking Tyfo again, but this time he has his hands in the air, forming a "W" with his palms facing outward. Tyfo gets to his feet, and Richlen grabs him from behind and hoists him as if he was going to hit an inverted suplex, but instead he lands Tyfo on his shoulder as if he was going to hit a powerslam-* What the hell is Richlen trying to do?Whatever it is, it won't work!*-AND THEN HE SPINS AND DROPS TYFO ON HIS FACE IN WHAT APPEARS TO BE AN INVERTED MICHINOKU DRIVER!!!!* What was that?*1!* It was an inverted Michinoku Driver or a facebuster or something!*2! 3!* Here is your winner, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!Whatever that was, it was effective!Unfortunately!*Richlen does the belt motion diagonally starting from his right shoulder as Shaelin gets in the ring.* It may not be official yet, but I think Richlen still wants to get his hands on Caleb Fourchon and the Inter-Forum Championship!Speaking of Caleb, his match against Ryan Blood is about to start now!Michael Muffer: The following non-title match is set for one fall!*Lights go out* *"Virus"* Michael Muffer: Introducing first! Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at 208 lbs...he is the WWCF Champion Of Honor...the Blood Knight, RYAN BLOOD!*Blue jets of flame flare up at the top of the ramp, illuminating Blood. As they die down, he starts walking to the ring as the arena is bathed in blue light. He climbs through the ropes, hands his jacket and title belt to referee "Spud" Verne Johnson, and waits* Michael Muffer: And his opponent!*"Circus Envy"* Michael Muffer: Hailing from Dulac, Louisiana, and weighing in at 252 lbs...he is the WWCF Inter-Forum Champion...the Cajun Crippler, CALEB FOURCHON!*Caleb emerges from the back and walks to the ring, eyes fixed on Blood the entire time. He enters the ring and makes a circuit around it, staring out at the booing crowd, before handing the IF title to Johnson and squatting on his haunches in the corner, once again fixing a stare on Blood. The bell is rung and the contest begins* Caleb Fourchon vs. Ryan Blood*Caleb gets to his feet and meets Blood in the middle of the ring, where the staredown continues. Both of them suddenly unload on each other! The fists fly for a while until Caleb puts a stop to Blood's offense with a well-timed forearm club that spins the Champion Of Honor around!* Tim Hoss: What a shot from Caleb Fourchon!*Caleb goes for an abdominal stretch, but Blood comes around and hiptosses Caleb before he can get it locked on! Caleb springs to his feet to get caught with an Irish whip, but the Inter-Forum Champion reverses and sends Blood into the ropes! Blood rebounds and ducks a big boot, bouncing off the ropes on the other side of the ring and leaping at Caleb with a dropkick--sidestepped! Blood crashes to the mat but rolls out of the way just in time to avoid a knee drop from Fourchon! Blood is up and goes for a superkick, but now Caleb rolls out of the way!* Tim Hoss: Suddenly neither one of these champions seems to be having much luck connecting with the other!color] Jesse King: "Champion", pfft! The Championship Of Honor isn't a real championship! Tim Hoss: What the hell are you talking about? You acted like it was the most important title in the company when Evil M held it! Jesse King: Evil M's greatness is such that he can hold a paperclip and turn it into a coveted possession! But if somebody else takes it from him, it goes back to being a stupid worthless paperclip.
*Both wrestlers circle one another before meeting in the middle of the ring for a collar and elbow tie up. Blood drops down to one knee and scrambles behind Caleb to catch him with a waistlock, but Caleb counters that into a hammerlock! Blood manages to get free and get ahold of Caleb's arm, twisting it and forcing the bigger man onto his back. But Caleb manages to get in position to take Blood down with an armdrag!*
Tim Hoss: This is some of the pure wrestling skill that Caleb never ceases to brag about, and I must admit he isn't lacking in that area. But neither is Blood. Jesse King: WRASSLIN', Gorilla. Pure WRASSLIN'.
*Blood is barely back up before the Cajun Crippler hits him with an inverted headlock backbreaker! Blood's entire body shakes with the impact and he drops to the mat!*
Tim Hoss: This may be the beginning of the end for Ryan Blood!
*Caleb grabs Blood by the legs and pulls Blood off the mat while starting to spin around, letting the centrifugal force build up as he keeps the Giant Swing going for as long as he can...finally he lets go and sends Blood flying into the corner!*
Tim Hoss: 32 rotations on that Giant Swing from Fourchon! Jesse King: I give Blood credit for not hurling in the middle of that move, but that's all I give him credit for!
*Caleb backs up, gets a running start, and runs into the corner to leap to the top rope and crash down onto Blood with a corner slingshot splash! Caleb pulls Blood into the middle of the ring...*
Tim Hoss: The Infer-Forum Champion said he was going to make the Champion Of Honor tap to the Cocodrie Clutch, and if he gets it locked on in the middle of the ring then Blood may have no choice!
*Caleb goes to lock on the Cocodrie Clutch--but out of nowhere Blood fires his free leg up into Caleb's jaw as Caleb is in the process of hooking the other one! Caleb staggers away, stunned, while Blood starts dragging himself in the opposite direction*
Tim Hoss: And Blood lashing out with a foot to save himself from what could have been a match-ender! Jesse King: Definitely would have been a match-ender, Gorilla. That Cocodrie Clutch is one hell of a painful submission!
*Caleb recovers from the boot to the jaw in time to see that Blood is back up, albeit on wobbly legs. Caleb rushes at Blood, but Blood backdrops him over the top rope! Caleb lands on the apron on his feet, though, and catches Blood with an elevated reverse chinlock! With the ropes in between the two wrestlers, though, Johnson immediately starts a five count and Caleb has to let go at four*
Tim Hoss: Fourchon had to release Blood, but still wore him down a bit with that chinlock and stopped him from getting any momentum built up.
*Caleb climbs back into the ring and goes after Blood--jawbreaker from Blood! Caleb stumbles backward and slumps against the ropes! Blood clotheslines him over the top rope and then falls back to the mat from the effort*
Tim Hoss: Both men down, one inside the ring and one outside! Jesse King: C'mon Caleb, get up! I'd hate to see you lose by countout again!
*Johnson begins a ten count, and Caleb has recovered enough to climb back into the ring at six--Blood goes to hit him with a shoulder to the gut in between the ropes! Caleb is one step ahead, however, and dodges by leaping over the top rope and taking Blood down with a sunset flip!*
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Tim Hoss: Beautiful sunset flip by Caleb Fourchon, who was one step ahead of Ryan Blood there! Jesse King: REALLY close to three, too!
*Both men to their feet, and Blood shoots Caleb into the ropes, hits him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the return! Blood pulls Caleb back to his feet only to drive him back into the mat with a bulldog! He follows that up with a swinging neckbreaker!*
Tim Hoss: The Champion Of Honor stringing together some power moves now, turning the tide of this match! Jesse King: Look out Caleb, he's gonna use that sleeper thingy!
*Now Blood attempts to finish things with the Krayt Dragon, but Caleb suddenly rocks Blood with a hard punch to the face! Blood is dazed and lets his opponent go, stumbling into the corner*
Tim Hoss: Deja vu as a potentially match-ending move from Blood is stopped by a hard shot to the face from Fourchon now!
*As soon as Blood shakes away the cobwebs he charges at a rising Caleb to hit him with an enzuigiri--ducked! Caleb catches Blood with a Gator Roll!*
Tim Hoss: Gator Roll! It looks like Blood is out, and Caleb is looking to finish him off! Jesse King: Do it Caleb! Prove you're the best pure wrassler in this company!
*Caleb takes several seconds to get up, and starts setting up for the Down Home Driver, hoisting Blood up...Blood slips free, though, and uses the last of his energy to whip Caleb across the ring into the turnbuckles, the effort of which takes Blood off his feet*
Tim Hoss: It looks like that took everything that Blood had, but it saved him from the Down Home Driver!
*Johnson starts a ten count as Blood continues to lie facedown on the mat. Caleb, meanwhile, is still slumped against the buckles. Blood regains his feet at 8 and advances on Caleb in the corner--Caleb comes to life and nails Blood with a punch! Blood reels, and then fires back with a roundhouse kick to Caleb's chest the sends him stumbling back! Caleb with another punch! Blood with another kick!*
Tim Hoss: I think that Caleb might have been playing possum there and just waiting for Blood to make a move! Jesse King: Probably, Hoss!
*Blood ultimately loses the exchange and is swaying back and forth on his feet, his eyes glazed over. Caleb takes the opportunity to pick Blood up and go for a running powerslam--Blood suddenly slips free behind Caleb and hits him with a dropkick that, combined with his momentum, sends him all the way across the ring into the other set of turnbuckles chest-first! Blood charges in and crashes into Caleb with a Stinger Splash! Caleb falls onto his back and Blood grabs ahold of the top rope to stop his momentum as he bounces off*
Tim Hoss: A pair of collisions with the turnbuckles have Caleb in a bad position now! He's dazed, and he's in the corner where Blood can either go for that German into the turnbuckles he likes to use, or the ADH! Jesse King: Blood's gonna make a mistake here, just watch.
*Blood leans on the ropes breathing hard for several seconds before he goes to capitalize, picking up Caleb and propping him on the top turnbuckle. Blood climbs up as well, and suddenly Caleb hits him with a punch to the stomach! Blood fires back with a punch of his own!*
Tim Hoss: There's life in the Inter-Forum Champion yet! Jesse King: I told you!
*A headbutt from Blood finally puts a stop to Caleb's offense, and Blood grabs his stomach and winces before hooking Caleb's head under his arm, lifting him up, and drilling him with the ADH!*
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Two!
Three!
Tim Hoss: I have to admit that this is a surprise, Jess! While both of these men were on impressive winning streaks, I would have put my money on Caleb Fourchon to win tonight! Jesse King: If you think you're surprised, that's nothing compared to what I'm feeling! WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?! Caleb Fourchon is the best pure wrassler in this company! INCONCEIVABLE!!! Tim Hoss: Hey, Ryan Blood's asking for a mic.
*Blood gets said mic, makes a "cut" gesture to stop his music, and speaks up*
Everybody see that? The Cajun Crippler just got knocked the F*** out, courtesy of the Blood Knight! Let that be a lesson to everybody who thinks that which championship a man holds determines how dangerous he is, that Inter-Forum champ Caleb Fourchon was on a whole different level than Champion Of Honor Ryan Blood!
But I didn't pick up this mic to just brag about my victory tonight. I did to to issue a challenge! You see, Colt never did give me my walking papers...and now he's gone. So officially I'm still the Commissioner of the World WrestleCrap Federation! Which means that I get to choose who I defend my title against at GookerMania IV! And while I could pit myself against Lloyd McFloyd or something, I'm STILL more interested in proving my critics wrong than in ducking real competition just so I can hang onto a belt for another month or two than otherwise.
So here's my challenge: if you want a shot at the Championship Of Honor, say so and I'll make it happen. If more than one person wants a shot, I'll book a match where you can fight for the #1 contendership. Just remember, though: if you don't think you can beat Fourchon, then you'd better not believe you can beat ME.
*Blood drops the mic, grabs his title belt, and walks to the back*
Tim Hoss: A gauntlet has been thrown down by Ryan Blood, but who will pick it up? We'll be right back, don't go away!
(we come back from commercial to see The Great Warrior and his financial consultant, The Sam in the ring)
Tim Hoss: This wasn't on the card... Jesse King: Shut up Hoss, The Sam is talking!
The Sam - Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is The Sam and I am the greatest Interforum Champion of all time, the greatest Financial Consultant of all time and now I am the 2nd most upset man in WWCF, right behind The Great Warrior. For the past few weeks WWCF has refused to showcase the greatest wrestler from South Korea, if not the entire world, The Great Warrior. Because they're afraid folks. They are afraid of what this man can do, and will do, to his opponent. WWCF does not have an insurance policy that will cover the damage The Great Warrior will do. So they have refused to showcase him on their programs because they are worried about the censors blocking his destruction. And that is where I come in. I have negotiated a deal between the network and myself for 5 minutes of your time each week, for the next few weeks, to showcase The Great Warrior. In a little something I like to call, The Great Warrior 5 Minute Challenge. Every week The Great Warrior will face an opponent ignorant enough to enter the squared circle against this Great Warrior. Courtesy of the fine folks at The Sam Family enterprises, and Quiznos. So lets bring out the first man.
(a vagrant stumbles from out of the curtain and heads to the ring, bindle in hand)
Tim Hoss: Oh no...
The Sam - Making his way to the ring. At the height of 5'9, weighing in at 127 lbds, from the means streets of parts unknown, BOXCAR JOE!!!
(Boxcar Joe trips his way into the ring. He looks as though he has no idea where he is)
Tim Hoss: This man is obviously no threat to the Great Warrior. What the hell is beating him up going to prove? Jesse King: More importantly, is The Sam part of the ring announcers' union? Because if not, Muffer and his friends might want a word with him later.
*Bell rings*
Boxcar Joe approaches The Great Warrior asking for some spare change.
Tim Hoss: Oh God, this poor bastard has no idea he's even in a wrestling match! Jesse King: GET A JOB, YOU BUM! Tim Hoss: Dammit King, does he look like he's qualified for anything to you?!
The Great Warrior instead gives Boxcar Joe violent kick to the head, knocking Joe out. Great Warrior lays a foot on Boxcar Joe for the pin. 1 2 3
The Sam - The winner of this match at 0:09 seconds. THE GREAT WARRIOR!!!
(The Sam raises The Great Warriors hand. The Sam kicks Boxcar Joe out of the ring, grabs his bindle and breaks it over his knee to a chorus of boos)
Tim Hoss: What a sickening display from The Sam and The Great Warrior! Jesse King: They're sending a message, Gorilla! Tim Hoss: [sarcastically] I'm sorry, I guess knocking out malnourished and mentally deficient opponents is the first step on the Great Warrior's path to the World Heavyweight Championship. Jesse King: Exactly! Tim Hoss: [sighs in exasperation]
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Sept 6, 2011 23:11:00 GMT -5
*Suddenly, an electronically distorted voice fills the Parts Unknown Arena* [glow=gray,2,300] Whitey Fats.
Jonathan Michaels.
Seth Drakin.
You three want to walk out of the biggest show of the year with the crown jewel of the WWCF Galaxy: The World Championship.
Colt cannot be with us tonight, and he cannot fulfill his duties as your Corporate Executive Officer.
No matter - I am the Majority Shareholder.
I make the rules and the WWCF Galaxy will obey them.
I will find a new CEO, but I also have a Money in the Bank or Bust match to schedule for Gookermania.
Colt, Drakin, Fats, and Michaels - you will all be placed in tag team matches with random partners against randomized teams.
If your teams win, your partners will compete in the Money in the Bank or Bust Match.
If your opponents win, both of them will compete in the Money in the Bank or Bust Match.
The Majority Shareholder has spoken...
[/glow]Tim Hoss: Apparently, whoever this majority shareholder is, he's now calling the shots instead of Colt!Jesse King: But Colt got taken out with an I4I at BattleBowl! How can he compete in a tag match?!Tim Hoss: I guess we'll find out, Jess. And now we have the very man who delivered that I4I to Colt, one Seth Drakin, in action against Johnny Stone!Johnny Stone vs. Seth Drakin **** Michael Muffer: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first...*"Adrian S.O.S." by Running Wild* Michael Muffer: Hailing from Calcutta, Bengal, India by way of Yellow Knife, North-Western Territories, Canada and weighing 237 lbs. "The Canadian Tiger" Johnny Stone! Hoss: Stone must be beside himself now. With Colt no longer champion it would appear that the Pantheon has been put to bed. King: You must just be beside yourself now Gorilla. At least Whitey Inc seems to have risen from the ashes so to speak.Johnny Stone makes his way through the crowd. Yelling and shoving audience members aside as he strides towards the ring. His movements though seem a bit off from normal as he looks about, an almost confused expression on his face as he gets to the ring. Michael Muffer: And his opponent...The lights dim. *"All Over Me" by Drowning Pool* Michael Muffer: Hailing from Stafford, VA and weighing 265 lbs. "The Archangel" Seth Drakin!Seth makes his way to the ring, eyeing Stone intensely with a scowl before entering. As he continues to stare at Stone he raises his arms, pyro going off from all the corners as they are struck by lightning. King: And here's your favourite Hoss. Hoss: Now just a minute, King. Yes, Seth Drakin is someone of whom I agreed with his end goals but that in no way makes me condone or endorse the means that he has gone about doing things. King: Well at least that's one point we can agree on. Thank god I had medical coverage.Referee Lloyd McFloyd calls for the bell and the two men lock up. Seth quickly locks in a side headlock, grinding onto Stone's head. Stone's hands outstretched as he grimaces. Stone attempts to shove Drakin towards the ropes only to be stopped by Seth gripping onto Johnny's head tighter. After another failed attempt the ref checks on Johnny who emphatically yells no before latching onto Seth. Hoss: Stone has certainly been exhibiting some...different traits as of late wouldn't you say King? King: Frankly, if you ask me, I'm fearful that maybe he's had a few of his marbles rung too many times if you get my drift.Lifting Drakin up, Stone hits a side suplex to Drakin which breaks his hold on Stone's head. Stone is quick to get up, shaking his head and looking a bit confused as he rubs a sore spot from where Seth had ground in with the headlock. Hoss: Regardless Stone powered his way out of that headlock. Quite the counter!Stone moves to Drakin, lifting him up and giving a swift right hand which sends Drakin stumbling backwards to the ropes. Rebounding off, Stone takes a step to go for the lariat only for Drakin to duck out of the way. As Stone turns around though he is met with a dropkick that sends him to the mat. Hoss: And Seth with the quick dropkick to get things back on an even page.Both men get to their feet quickly. Stone looking a bit off as his face takes on an expression of confusion before shaking his head and giving a strangely somber look at Seth before lurching forward into another lockup. Drakin flips Stone with a head lock takedown. Stone scrambles out of the headlock though and quickly gets to his feet, meeting Seth with a clothesline. Johnny rebounds off the ropes as Drakin is slow to get up, hitting another clothesline. King: Is it me or is Stone looking a little more shaken up then usual? Hoss: It does appear that Johnny Stone appeared to be a bit distant there for a moment.Breathing heavily, Stone seems to look about as if looking for someone in the crowd perhaps as Drakin slowly moves to get to his feet. Seth winds back for a right hand but Stone seems to get his bearings to duck it. Hoss: And Stone with the last second duck to avoid that haymaker from Drakin!Seth spins, his back now to Stone who quickly latches on as he appears ready to do a reverse ddt. Seth however struggles, powering himself to turn himself around before rushing Stone into a corner hard. King: Yawn...Stone's grip loosens as Seth gives another hard shoulder thrust to Stone's gut before wheeling back and hitting Stone with a loud slap to the face. The ref admonishes Seth as Stone blinks, his face once more looking a bit more serene, then confused before he moves to push the ref out of the way. King: Don't take that from him Johnny! Hoss: I think you were right, King. Stone seems to be a bit off here. As Stone pushes the ref away, Seth hits a kick to Stone's mid-section. Quickly, Seth pulls Stone's head between his legs, then hits the Tale's End. Hoss: Dear lord! Tale's End out of no where! He's going for the pin!Drakin goes for the pin. 1! 2! 3! Michael Muffer: Here is your winner, "The Archangel" Seth Drakin!As McFloyd goes to raise Seth's hand, Seth pulls it away quickly moving to latch onto the prone Johnny Stone. Hoss: No Seth, not this again. Please for the love of god!Bringing his foot down, Seth hits the I4I authoritatively. Hoss: Bah gawd! Someone get some help down here to check on him! King: Well, whatever marbles Stone had left I think Drakin just kicked them out.As if a weight has come off of his shoulders, Seth breathes a sigh of relief as his music hits and he leaves the ring. Lloyd McFloyd, calls for EMT's to come down, passing Seth along the way. As they rush to the ring one EMT brings a stretcher while another has a back board. Hoss: Dear lord I think they better check Stone over and get him to an ambulance asap!As the EMT's and referee look to get Stone onto the back board his eyes suddenly open wide, his limbs thrashing as he starts yelling. King: Holy #$%#! What the heck!Hitting Lloyd McFloyd, Stone then rolls and shoves the EMT that had carried the back board, picking said back board up he threatens the other EMT before making a quick escape through the ropes and into the crowd, yelling all the way out of sight. King: What the hell was that Gorilla! Was he frothing at the mouth?! Hoss: I don't know King, but I fear this may be the beginning of something. And I don't think that something is going to be good.*Commercials* Tim Hoss: Now, coming up next we have the former tag team champions taking on two members of what is rapidly becoming the most influential group of people in the business - Whitey Inc.Jesse King: Mad Pirate Mulligan and Vincent Van Agony both put in a good showing at BattleBowl, but this is the first time they will have team up as stablemates - I have high expectations Hoss.TH: Let’s go to Michael Muffer!Michael Muffer: The following contest is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall.*Money Talks by AC/DC starts. Mulligan and Viva appear at the top of the ramp, wearing black suits, with red suspenders and red ties* JK: See? Both on the same page Hoss. Same attire, same music, same philosophy. Whitey Fats picks his boys well doesn’t he?TH: They both look the part, I’ll give them that.MM: Entering the ring, at a total combined weight of 460lbs, they are members of Whitey Incorporated, Mad Pirate Mulligan and Vincent Van Agony!Mulligan and Viva enter the ring and soak up the boos from the crowd. Mulligan sticks out a green painted tongue, while Viva flicks the finger at the crowd. Their music fades, as the mash up of Municipal Waste and DOA begins. Cheers come from the crowd. TH: And look who’s here to save us from Hokey and the Bandit!JK: What??? Hoss, have you been spending time in The Mountain King’s basement again? Just sit back and watch the match, leave the journalism to me, you’re obviously struggling at this early stage.MM: Approaching the ring, at a combined weight of 570lbs, Jonathan Michaels and the Boiler Room Brawler, The Steampunks!TH: Big reception here for the former tag team champions - I think the crowd wants someone to shut down Whitey Inc King:JK: Well I won’t deny, the list of people Whitey and his team are p***** off is getting bigger: The Steampunks, Seth Drakin, Smokinvokoun, The Punisher, Connor McKenzie - that’s a long enemies list.TH: Well if Whitey Fats and his group are anything, they are resourceful, and none of those men have been able to put paid to him and his team - yet.Michaels and Viva lock up for the start of the match. They feel one another out, before breaking the collar and elbow tie up. They try again, and Viva grabs Michaels in a headlock and flips him over onto his back. Michaels brings his legs up and traps Viva in a head scissors, and Viva kicks out. Both stand and Viva stuns Michaels with a sharp elbow to the head. Staggered, Michaels is easy meat for a big lariat from Viva, who pulls him by the hair over to his corner. TH: Good technical start from these two, feeling one another out early on.JK: Think Jonathan Michaels would mind if I felt out Sara Nakatomi?TH: Control yourself!Tagging Mulligan, Viva whips Michaels to the ropes, hitting him to the mat face first with a drop toe hold, while Mulligan rebounds off the opposite rope, and leg drops him across the back of the head. Mulligan shoots a big grin at BRB, who scowls back at him. Mulligan whips Michaels to the ropes, but Michaels responds with a sunset flip. 1 Mulligan snaps the legs round the neck and kicks out, but Michaels has enough presence of mind to roll backwards and make the tag to BRB. TH: Uh oh - lets see how brave Mulligan is now!JK: He’s sailed the high seas Hoss, fought the Kraken, this man knows no fear.TH: Sometimes I wonder if you know sanity, or if you’ve never met.Mulligan realises the tag has been made as the Brawler shoots him a big grin of his own and makes his way into the ring. Mulligan then smiles himself and launches himself at BRB. The two big men collide and pummel one another with punches. Eventually Brawler takes the upper hand, battering Mulligan around the head with big rights and lefts. He then hit’s a flat palm strike to Mulligan’s chin, knocking him backwards. Not content with that, BRB picks him up for a big scoop slam, throwing Mulligan down to the canvas with a vicious impact. Brawler rebounds off the ropes and hits a big splash, followed by a cover. 1 Mulligan powers out, but the Brawler isn’t finished, booting Mulligan in the head, then lifting him up for a high vertical suplex. TH: Awesome strength from the Brawler - the former tag champs look like they have the edge at the moment.JK: It’s not gonna last Hoss…Brawler then drops and elbow on the prone Mulligan, before propping him up in the corner and delivering a big open hand blow to Mulligan’s chest. Whipping Mulligan to the opposite turnbuckle, Brawler attempts to follow up with a corner splash, but Mulligan moves out of the way, and when BRB turns around, delivers a thumb to the eye to gain the advantage. JK: Told you didn’t I? Whitey Incorporated ALWAYS has a back up plan…The pirate then drops the bigger man with a high impact super kick to the jaw. Tagging Viva, the straight talker climbs to the top rope and waits for the Brawler to get back to his feet. He levels him with a flailing kick that catches him across the jaw. Viva motions to the prone Brawler to get back up, then laughs in his face. He applies a Kimura key lock and twists Brawler’s arm. The big man tries to power out, but Viva grins maniacally and uses his weight to force BRB back down. JK: Great strategy from Viva - he’s got the bigger man down and nullified the strength advantage - you can’t tell me Whitey Incorporated doesn’t have a prize asset right there.TH: I somehow doubt the Brawler is down for the count here…The referee asks if Brawler wants to quit, but the big man responds by angrily shaking his head. He uses his bigger size to pull Viva along the canvas towards the ropes, where Michaels drops down to the apron and grabs BRB’s outstretched hand to pull him the last couple of inches towards the ropes. The ref admonishes Michaels, who pleads his innocence as Viva is forced to break. JK: And there is your whiter than white main eventer people: Jonathan Michaels.TH: If he keeps that kind of thing up maybe Whitey will offer him a place huh?JK: Whitey would not employ such a man.Brawler slowly gets to his feet, but Viva is waiting, and strikes with a knee blow to BRB’s face. Grabbing the Brawler’s weakened arm, he pulls him over to the corner, and tags in Mulligan. Viva wraps BRB’s arm around the top rope, and Mulligan kicks the underside of the cabling, driving the rope into BRB’s armpit. TH: That’s illegal, where’s the count ref?JK: Same place the DQ was for Michaels’ interference was Hoss, let me handle this, I told you…Brawler winces as the pirate goes to work on the arm, applying the Fujiwara armbar. BRB tries to power out, but his arm prevents him from doing so. Mulligan synchs it in tighter as BRB grimaces. He manoeuvres it round into a hammerlock, and then drives Brawler down with a hammerlock DDT. He goes for the cover. 1 2 But the Brawler powers out. Mulligan delivers a hard blow to the back of the head, and hollers to the crowd: “Ye Harpoon!” and lines BRB up for the spear. Brawler staggers about as Mulligan charges, but BRB brings his knee up to Mulligan’s head. TH: Bang! Told you he wasn’t finished King!JK: Only a matter of time Hoss…The pirate tries to regain his composure, and attempts to spit grog mist in BRB’s face, who counters with an almighty uppercut to the chin, and the mist flies up into the air. Brawler uses his remaining strength to level Mulligan with a belly to back suplex, and falls backward toward his corner, tagging Michaels in the process. He unloads on Mulligan, whips him into the ropes and hits a big spinebuster. Michaels goes for the cover. 1 2 But Viva rushes in and attempts to hit a double axhandle to break up the pin, Michaels is aware and rolls away, leading to Viva walloping Mulligan in the face. TH: Things going wrong for Whitey Inc King, what do you have to say now?JK: It’s all part of the plan Hoss, all part of the plan…Michaels attempts a quick Fade to Black, but Viva ducks, only to walk straight into a DDT. Michaels goes for the quick cover, but Viva kicks out before the ref can make a count. Viva attempts a code breaker, only for Michaels to counter into a Boston Crab. Michaels turns Viva over, but the ref reminds Michaels that Viva is not the legal man, and Mulligan reminds him with a leg drop off the top rope to the back of his head. JK: See? I told you didn’t I Hoss, a plan in place, and Michaels was dumb enough to fall for it!Mulligan grabs Michaels and holds him, but as Viva gets to his feet, BRB reappears and plants him with a Full Nelson slam. He takes Viva to the outside and the two start to brawl. Back in the ring, a spinning heel kick from Michaels puts Mulligan down, and he climbs to the top rope to deliver a moonsault. On the outside, BRB tries to whip Viva into the barricade, but Viva is quick enough to reverse it, and send BRB into the ring steps with a huge impact. The collision unbalances Michaels, who crotches himself on the turnbuckles. TH: Ow, that has to hurt, Jono was gonna take flight, but he’s been prematurely grounded!JK: And he’s about to get planted Hoss… Mulligan, spotting his chance, scrambles up the ropes and hits a full nelson twisting face buster on Jono. He covers. 1 2 3 TH: Whoa, The Arrr Matey! I think we can say this was something of an upset!MM: Here are your winners, the members of Whitey Incorporated - Mad Pirate Mulligan and Vincent Van Agony!JK: Chalk one up for Whitey Inc, Mr. Fats organisation is going from strength to strength.TH: I have to admit they looked impressive and worked well as a team - now the question is where they go from here.JK: Oh I think Mr. Fats would like some more gold to add to his collection, and I don’t see why these two couldn’t make a house call on the tag team champions.TH: Whitey Inc with the World Title and The Tag Team Championships?JK: I think Mr. Fats would call that a “Golden Shower”TH: Please, this is PG!JK: You are, I’m not Hoss. I’m rated R.TH: Repulsive?JK: Red Hot.TH: God save us. Well ladies and gentleman, we are just about out of time and....Just then Sinner Man comes on the sound speakers. The crowd pops huge. Smokin Vokoun walks out in street clothes with a mic in hand. Vokoun slides into the ring. King: Oh no...don't tell me that weirdo is gonna take over Niteraw now?Hoss: I will be honest, as much as I respect Smokin Vokoun, I'm not really a fan of his new attitude. Vokoun: Before, I say anything....I want to ask somebody to get in the ring with me. Someone....who I actually do kinda trust. A man that has never lied to me and has always been a real man. Vokoun turns to the broadcasters table Vokoun: And that man you...MR. TIM HOSS!!!!!!The crowd pops and starts a Hoss chant. King: I wouldn't go in that ring if I were you Gorilla. Because this man has fallen off the deep end as of late. Even more than normalHoss: King..I'll be fine....Hoss takes off his headset and leaves the broadcast booth. He grabs a mic from Michael Muffer and gets in the ring. The crowd is chanting Hoss's name again. Hoss: Well Smokey. I'm here. What do you want to talk about?Vokoun: Gorilla....the reason I brought you in here, is because I need a favor....I need a favor...from a man that I actually consider somewhat of a friend. Because Gorilla...there's a reason why you were the only man in this company that I let interview me. I let you in my old crumbing home...I let you down in the depths my basement...I LET YOU GET A GLIMPSE OF WHAT IT IS TICKING IN MY ROTTEN HEAD!!!! The reason I let you in...is because you truly are a man with dignity. You are a man who, lets face it, the only man in this stinking company who is NOT CORRUPTIBLE!!!!You are honest and sincere. Something that this company is very short of. To make a long story short...you are the only man in this company that I can trust. But more importantly....the WWCF trusts you. Because I know that you have an ear in the WWCF management. I know they take your word very seriously. Hoss: Smokey....what the hell are you asking me to do?Vokoun: I'M ASKING YOU TO GET THEM TO LISTEN TO ME DAMN IT!!!! Gorilla...I'm asking you as the man that I consider a good friend. They will listen to you..tell them that Smokin Vokoun is alright. I mean, I know I'm far from perfect but I've been thinking...I've been going about this all wrong. Maybe hijacking BattleBowl wasn't the best idea...I got their attention but you were right Gorilla...It was the wrong kind of attention...I hurt people that didn't deserve to be hurt. What I did at Battlebowl....well that wasn't professional. I'm probably lucky I didn't get suspended for that. In fact not only should I be suspended for that act...I should be banned from the WWCF all together. So I'm begging you Tim. I'll get on my hands...and knees.Please Tim, talk to management. Let them see that I'm on the level. Let them see that I can be a main event player. Please Tim.....please.King: This is something I never thought I see...Smokin Vokoun begging. Vokoun really must be desperate. Hoss: Smokey....you know what I think of you. I consider you one of the toughest...if not THE toughest SOB in the WWCF. You've done many things here that most superstars would dream of. And...let me say that...despite what you've done...good things and bad...that I've always enjoyed watching you in this ring. However...what you are asking....is impossible. It's impossible for two reasons.... I may have an ear in the WWCF management...but I tell you that my voice is not as strong as you think it is. They probably won't listen to me. To them...I'm just an announcer. Vokoun: Whats the second thing?Hoss: Well Smokey....to be perfectly blunt....YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE NOTICED!Vokoun has a shocked look on his. He then slams his fist on the turnbuckle and then slumps down to the corner. Hoss: You see Smokey...as of late, since you've came back...you've done nothing but whine and complain about everything. You claim there is a "conspiracy" against you. About you not getting matches, about you not getting big time title matches...about your drug problem. The WWCF didn't force you to get a drug habit. WWCF didn't stick that needle in your arm to make you feel the pleasures of heroin. And while it is unfortunate what happened, and I'm truly sorry for your problems Smokey...it's not the WWCF's fault. You were the one who left the company. You left by yourself because you couldn't handle your own problems. Smokey you have potential to be the World Heavyweight Champion...but you whining and complaining about it, is not gonna get you the World Title faster. I don't care if you think the Main Eventers are holding you down. Because quite frankly Smokey...the Main Eventers aren't holding you down...YOUR HOLDING DOWN YOURSELF! Maybe Smokey....if you looked in the mirror and looked real long and hard at yourself...you'll realize that it's not everyone else whose the problem...its you. The crowd pops. As Vokoun just stands there staring at Hoss. He then walks towards Tim and just looks at him and gives him a smile. Vokoun: You know....I knew you were gonna say that.Just then VOKOUN GRABS HOSS AND APPLIES THE CHICAGO CLAW!!!!!! Hoss is struggling as Vokoun starts to scream and laugh at out. Hoss plops on the mat while Vokoun continues to squeeze on Hoss...to the point where blood is coming out of Hoss's mouth. King: Oh no...Vokoun has completely and utterly snapped on Tim Hoss!!Vokoun screams in Hoss's face.... Vokoun: YOUR DEAD TO ME HOSS!!!! YOUR DEAD TO ME!!!!!Vokoun lets go of the hold. Hoss starts shaking violently and starts coughing up blood. Vokoun screams at the top of his lungs to a chorus of boos. King: WHERE ARE THE DAMN MEDICS!!!!? TIM HOSS NEEDS HELP GOD DAMN IT!!!!!Vokoun then looks in Hoss's face and screams.... Vokoun: YOUR DEAD TO ME!!!! NOW..PREPARE TO REALLY DIE!!!!Vokoun then picks up Hoss's limp body and throws him to the corner. But Hoss just slumps to the mat in a heap. Just then the crowd pops huge as JESSE KING LEAVES THE ANNOUNCE BOOTH, GRABS A STEEL CHAIR. AND ENTERS THE RING!!!! King waits for Vokoun to turn around and BAM!!!! JESSE KING HITS VOKOUN ON THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!! Vokoun goes down. Then King then runs to check on a fallen Tim Hoss. King: SOMEBODY GET SOME DAMN MEDICS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!Just then, Smokin Vokoun gets up and he grabs the steel chair. King has no idea that Vokoun is stalking him. King then stands up and turns around and BOOOOM VOKOUN SMASHES A STEEL CHAIR RIGHT IN JESSE KINGS FACE!!!! King goes down like a shot. He is out cold and is BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!!! Vokoun stands over the fallen announcers and screams to the heavens. Just then...THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY RUNS OUT WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!! Vokoun gets out of the ring before General could hit him. The General screams at Vokoun while Smokey just walks backwards with a deranged look on his face. Just then the paramedics rush past Vokoun as Vokoun just giggles at the whole situation. He then grabs a mic. Vokoun: Hey...WHOSE GONNA IGNORE ME NOW!!!!!??Vokoun drops the mic to a HUGE chorus of boos. To the point where everyone is throwing garbage at him. Vokoun leaves the arena. The crowd is now in a stunned silence as both Tim Hoss and Jesse King are being rolled out on stretchers with The General walking behind with a sullen look on his face. Fade to black CREDITS: Punisher, Richlen, Evil M, Connor, the mystery majority shareholder whose identity shall remained undivulged, Smokin' Vokoun, Whitey Fats, The Sam, Commando 1985, Mr. Socko's Brother
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