World Wrestlecrap Federation Thread 44

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Feb 6, 2012 12:09:10 GMT -5 Jonathan Michaels said:

How exactly did we decide on that animated PPV thing?

Was I not around to talk everyone out of it.

It had a decent level of support with no dissent, so Viva and I interpreted that as the desire of the masses. Keep in mind that it's been slated to be the Animated PPV since this year was started.

If you'd like to argue against it, please propose something to replace it while you are at it because it's a tad late in the game.

[Jonathan Michaels]

Well, since the idea of doing a PPV from Greenedale didn't catch on...

WWCF goes Hollywood.

Live from the world famous L.A. basin, location of numerous epic Hollywood action sequences.

All of Tinseltown's biggest stars will be in attendance, who knows, maybe some of the Oscar losers will get their aggression out on one another?

It's Hollywood's (5th) Biggest Night, LIVE ON PPV!

[Viva]

I'm gonna go ahead and say that the opportunity for arguing against it is far over. We pitched it, and I believe the general consensus at the time was, "shut up and take my money."

[The Punisher]

Hell, I've already picked out an outfit!

[Jonathan Michaels]

So, basically our competitors will be settling our issues by going into a recording Booth and grunting?

The ONLY WAY this idea makes sense is as the last straw for the opponents of the Majority Shareholder.

The way the storylines we have are going, this seems like the thing that would trigger the war that is brewing.

But it just feels so very wrong for titles to be decided by a cartoon.

[Viva]

I book this shit, and I don't even know what's going to happen from week to week. I don't think it matters what theme the PPV has. No one's going into a booth and recording grunts, and no one's actually animating anything. It's a theme. I don't know what the big deal is, but strap up, cuz it's definitely happening.

[Gus Richlen: Ruffian]

Hmmm.... My love of the Pokemon franchise could work wonders regardless of what direction I go in the next month....

[Jonathan Michaels]

Well, just letting you know it's getting made a big part of the story, because if you think all the wrestlers would actually put up with it in the reality we've created, you're nuts.

And next year, we're doing something REALLY good if it kills me.

[Viva]

Feb 6, 2012 16:56:45 GMT -5 Jonathan Michaels said:

Well, just letting you know it's getting made a big part of the story, because if you think all the wrestlers would actually put up with it in the reality we've created, you're nuts.

And next year, we're doing something REALLY good if it kills me.

I see no reason why you can't be anti-cartoon even in character. It can make you hate the Majority Shareholder, or me and the sam for approving it, etc.

[Viva]

Someone AIM'd me with a great analogy. Don't picture it as an entire animated show. Picture it like Roger Rabbit. Like toontown. I think that's the main idea we're going for here.

[Fiddleford H. McGucket]

Hell I think Demento would get a kick out of being Toonified.....He's already trying out White Gloves and Stockpiling anvils. B.A on the other hand.....is wondering why he suddenly has 16-pack abs and is sporting what can only be described as a "Bishounen Sparkle"

[Gus Richlen: Ruffian]

The show ready yet?

[Jeremy Dupoe]

why be anti cartoon? Dupoe is enjoying his secret lair hidden in a castle hidden in a volcano

[Connor Mackenzie]

Sorry about the delay everyone. It's been a bit of a bad weekend to say the least. Just putting in the commentary and my match shall be in.

EDIT**

Match should be in your inbox now BRB.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

I have every match now. I hope to post the show later tonight.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

[glow=red,2,300]WWCF Presents[/glow]

[glow=gold,2,300]Lord of the Ring[/glow]

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Welcome WWCF Galaxy to our first Pay Per View of the year: Lord of the Ring!

Jesse King: We’ve waited six long, but exciting weeks, Gorilla, but it’s finally come to a head tonight.

TH: You got that right, Jesse. We have four WWCF Superstar-studded matches tonight. We have a hot Fatal Four-Way, Winner Takes All match for the Hardcore Title and the Championship of Honor between Doctor Demento, “the X-Treme Machine” Gus Richlen, Vincent Van Agony, and Ryan Blood. Four men will face off, but only one man will go home with two belts!

JK: Then we have the very first Title Shot Tag match as the teams of The Smokin’ Vokoun and Jeremy Dupoe, The Great Warrior and Teddy Roosevelt, and Whitey Fats and the “Brainbuster” Jason Allen square off for Interforums and Television Title shots on Niteraw!

TH: Then we have the King of Wrestlecrap Final Match, as Ryan Blood must keep his boots laced to face his fellow Equalizer, the “Digital Dragon” Connor Mackenzie. The winner will of course go on to face the WWCF Champion at The Animated PPV.

JK: And the World Champion could be a new man as of tonight, as “the Punisher” Frank Castle finally takes on the World Heavyweight Champion Jonathan Michaels one on one as he cashes in his Money in the Bank title shot. Tonight should be stellar, Gorilla, and I think it’s time we get started…

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

[glow=gold,2,300]Winner Takes All Fatal Four Way for the [glow=red,2,300]Hardcore[/glow] and [glow=red,2,300]Honor[/glow] Titles[/glow]

Doctor Demento versus the “X-Treme Machine” Gus Richlen versus Vincent Van Agony (CoH) versus Ryan Blood (HC)

MM: The following is a Fatal Four Way Winner Takes All Match, and it is for the Championship Of Honor and the Hardcore Championship! In this match, all four competitors must shake hands before the match starts, and each competitior will only be allowed three rope breaks! Otherwise, hardcore rules apply, and falls and submissions will count anywhere!

*"Let's All Get Demented" hits first to a strong chorus of boos as the orderlies wheel Doctor Demento down to the ring.*

MM: Introducing first, from High Atop The Throne, weighing in at 185 pounds, the "King Of All Media," Doctor Demento!

TH: One has to wonder whether Demento has been focusing a bit too much on the recently resurfaced Brian Alexander than he has on the three opponents in this match.

JK: I don't think he even cares! All he's probably interested in is doing the right thing and making sure that Viva walks away as a double champion!

*The piano intro for "Young" plays, but like last week, it gets followed by "Monster" by Skillet. This time, Gus Richlen storms down to the ring, almost haphazardly taking off his barbed wire-wrapped mask on the way. The moment he gets in the ring, he goes right after Demento, and John Creed has to step right between the two to keep Richlen from ripping Demento apart. He barely succeds.*

MM: From Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 181 pounds, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!

TH: Richlen has been an emotional volcano waiting to explode for the past month, and it has been made clear what he's fighting for and who he's really fighting against.

JK: It's going to be so great to see him get entirely humiliated by Viva and then fired at the end of the match! Enjoy this while you can, Hoss, because we'll never see Gus Richlen again after tonight!

*The lights go out as "Virus" hits and the blues flames shoot from the ramp. Instead of looking down, however, Ryan Blood is looking at Richlen, who is still trying to get past Creed to get his hands on Demento.*

MM: From Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 208 pounds, the WWCF Hardcore Cahmpion, Ryan Blood!

TH: Blood will be facing fellow Equalizer Connor Mackenzie later tonight after this match to determine who becomes King Of Wrestlecrap, but right now he has to focus on defending his championship and taking Viva's.

JK: How dare you suggest that anyone should beat Viva?! Viva is the greatest superstar in WWCF history and deserves respect from everyone!

*Then the arena goes black, and the boos are deafening enough to drown out "No World For Tomorrow" as the spotlight shines on Vincent Van Agony, who, instead of running down to the ring, is strutting arrogantly the whole way down. Creed now has to prevent Richlen from leaving the ring to attack Viva, and this is one battle he's about to lose as Richlen is letting loose a very loud stream of expletives and trying to blast through the ropes.*

MM: And from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 195 pounds, the WWCF Champion Of Honor and current Commisioner of World Wrestlecrap Federation, Vincent Van Agony!

TH: Viva's actions over the past month have made me absolutely sick! It's shameful what he's put Richlen through, and I sincerely hope that Richlen finally gets his revenge for what Viva has done to him and Shaelin tonight!

JK: THAT'S IT! After Viva wins, I'm asking, no, I'm BEGGING him to fire you! You need to be shown the hard way that you do not disrepect the greatest superstar in WWCF history!

*Creed holds both belts up, then orders the four men to shake hands, prompting Richlen to yell, "I'D RATHER CUT MY f***ING HAND OFF!!!!" This generates a massive roar of approval from the fans as Viva insists that the only way Richlen can compete in the match is by shaking everyone's hand. Blood and Creed have to coax him into finally complying, although as he reluctantly shakes a smugly smirking Viva's hand, he snarls, "I'm going to rip your head off." Viva replies by doing the Scott Hall-style "Oooooooh, I'm so scared" hand gesture as Creed rings the bell.

Richlen promptly launches at Viva, who tries to fight him off with several kicks, but Richlen dodges them all and flattens him in one shot before starting to pound away at the former WWCF Champion, forcing him to grab the ropes and Creed to enforce a rope break. Viva realizes what he's done and facepalms before rolling out of the ring.

Meantime, Demento has already clipped Blood down and is letting Radio Static loose on Blood's right arm. He then picks Blood up and hits a stalling drop suplex!

1!

Blood kicks out!

Meanwhile, Richlen has gone right after Viva, flapjacking him onto the barricade before snap suplexing him on the floor! Instead of going for the cover, he starts looking under the ring for wweapons, pulling out a Singapore cane, and as Viva gets up, Richlen chases him down and starts swinging and connecting, chasing Viva back into the ring, but as he follows, Viva gets up and elbow drops him in the back!

Richlen slides back out of the ring, and Viva and Demento double suplex Blood before they go outside and surround Richlen. As Richlen gets up they double whip him into the ring post, and as he staggers around Demento nails the King's Kick and Viva adds in a lungblower!

Demento rolls back in the ring and walks right into a uranage from Blood! Blood starts beating on him with forearm shots and punches, but outside the ring Viva and Richlen are fighting in the crowd, with Viva throwing a chair at Richlen and connecting. Viva then starts jumping on chairs and leaps at Richlen, but he gets caught and bodily tossed back over the barricade. Richlen then starts to climb back over, but Viva codebreakers him the rest of the way off!

1!

2!

Richlen kicks out!

Meantime, Demento Media Blitzes Blood over the top rope and then slides out himself. Demento tosses Blood over the barricade before hitting Richlen with a shining wizard. With a mutual nod, Viva picks Richlen up and drops him back down again with a lariat. Demento picks Richlen up and is about to Irish whip him when Blood runs along the top of the barricade with a chair and decks Demento with it!

Blood then intercepts a running Viva and tosses him over the barricade as well as Richlen crawls back in the ring. Blood follows Richlen, but Richlen has the cane again and hangs him up on the second rope with it! Blood falls back to the floor as Viva rushes the ring, but as he crawls in, Richlen hits the Schwinn Smash!

1!

2!

Viva kicks out as Demento sets a table up at ringside and then goes to superkick Blood, but Blood has the same idea and they end up kicking each other!

Richlen, however, is stalking Viva, and as the latter gets to his feet, Richlen grabs him and is about to lift for the Final Judgment, but Viva manages to counter and put Richlen in the Anaconda Vise!*

TH: C'MON, RICHLEN!!!! FIGHT OUT OF IT!!!!

JK: END HIS CAREER NOW, VIVA!!!! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE!!!!

*Viva has the hold in TIGHT, and Richlen is nowhere close to the ropes, but a sudden glint comes in his eyes, and with his free arm, he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out Shaelin's locket! Viva sees Richlen staring at it and, in disgust, he momentarily releases the hold, snatches the locket from Richlen's hand, and tosses it away, but it gives Richlen the opening he was looking for, and as Viva goes for him again, Richlen grabs Viva by the throat and gets up! Viva kicks Richlen in the midsection, then rebounds off the ropes right into a scoop from Richlen, who runs and nails the powerslam!

Richlen then turns right into a spear from Demento! Demento wastes no time picking Richlen up and hitting a butterfly suplex!

1!

2!

Richlen kicks out, but Demento wastes no time in picking him up and hitting the Doctor's Orders!!!!

1!

2!

BRIAN ALEXANDER PULLS DEMENTO OUT OF THE RING!!!!*

TH: WAIT A MINUTE!!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!!! BRIAN ALEXANDER JUST BAILED RICHLEN OUT OF A MAJOR MESS THERE!!!!

JK: Damn it! We were so close to seeing Richlen's career finally come to an end!

*Demento and Alexander are instantly in a shouting match, which quickly comes to blows between the two, and it spills into the crowd!

Meanwhile, Viva crawls over and gets an arm over Richlen!

1!

2!

BLOOD NAILS A TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP TO VIVA!!!!

Blood then picks up Viva and snapmares him before roundhousing him in the head! He then picks him up and Irish whips him, and on the rebound Viva falls victim to a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

1!

2!

RICHLEN CRASHES DOWN ON BOTH OF THEM WITH A MONTANASAULT!!!!

He then picks Blood up and tries an Irish whip, but Blood counters into a whip of his own, aiming for a superkick, but Richlen clips his other leg out from under him! As Blood gets up, Richlen charges for a spear, but Blood dodges and Viva gets it instead! Richlen then whirls back around and catches Blood unawares with another spear!

The A-shirt goes into the crowd as Richlen stops to reclaim the locket and slip it over his arm before turning his attention to Viva. He charges, screaming, for a Schwinn Smash, but Viva catches the right foot! Richlen tries for a Richlenziguiri, but Viva lets go of the right and takes the left! Richlen tries from the right, but that fails as Viva releases the left and grabs the right again! Richlen stands there for a few moments AND RICHLENZIGUIRIS VIVA IN THE FACE!!!!

Viva falls like a sack full of so many potatoes and Richlen covers!

1!

2!

Viva kicks out, but Richlen drags him up by the throat and delivers the most brutal chokeslam he has given yet!

1!

2!

VIVA KICKS OUT!!!!

Richlen, undaunted, jumps over Viva and runs up the turnbuckle, but Blood trips him up on the top turnbuckle! Richlen lands rather awkwardly, and Blood goes to take advantage by setting him up for the ADH, but as he tries to lift, Richlen keeps holding on, and the next time Blood attempts to lift, Richlen grabs him by the throat and tosses him away and through the table at ringside!!!!

Richlen jumps off the turnbuckle AND VIVA HITS THE LONG KISS GOODNIGHT ONTO A CHAIR!!!!

1!*

TH: COME ON, RICHLEN, KICK OUT!!!!

*2!*

TH: DAMN IT, KICK OUT!!!!

*3!!!!*

TH: SON OF A BITCH!!!!

JK: YES!!!!

MM: Here is your winner, still the WWCF Champion Of Honor and the NEWWWWWWW WWCF Hardcore Champion, Vincent Van Agony!

TH: DAMN IT!!!! After all the hell that Richlen has been through, he still cannot get revenge on Viva for what he's done to Shaelin! DAMN IT!!!!

JK: This is great! Now Viva can fire Gus Richlen and we'll never have to see him again!

*Creed hands Viva both belts as the double champion stands over the downed Richlen.*
TH: This is a miscarriage of justice! After everything he‘s done, and he wins?

JK: Wrestling is not there to give everyone a happy ending, Gorilla. You earn it!

*Viva stands there gloating for a few moments, then he grabs Richlen's arm, forcefully pulls the locket off, then pulls on the chain until it breaks into pieces!*

TH: This is disgusting behavior!

JK: Viva won the belts, and he kept warning Gus! He kept warning him!

*Viva lets the pieces fall around Richlen before opening the locket up and bending it until it snaps in half!*

TH: Somebody stop this disgusting display!

*Viva drops the pieces, laughing vily as he does so, and exits the ring as Richlen comes to.*

TH: Thank gawd almighty Viva stopped there.

*Richlen looks off and sees Viva with the belts, and then he looks around and sees the broken locket. He picks up the broken halves, stares at them horrified for a second, drops them, and begins crying.*

JK: Is Richlen going to cry?

TH: All the pain his soul has felt over the past few weeks has finally become too much for him to bear, Jesse! Give him some space!

*Richlen falls on his face and sobs uncontrollably as Viva backs up the ramp and laughs at the broken man in the ring, the enraged fans chanting "VIVA SUCKS!!!!" the whole time.*

JK: To hell with the critics. To hell with the fans. Gus had this coming and Viva just delivered it. Say hello to the third double champion in WWCF history, Galaxy.

TH: It’s just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Are you watching this, Majority Shareholder? Do you see what you’ve done?

JK: You’re not suggesting that the Majority Shareholder off Viva are you?

TH: No. I- let’s move on. Let’s just get to the Title Shot Tag Match. This can‘t end like this, but let‘s just get to the next match.

JK: Don't mind if I do, Gorilla. If it’ll stop your bellyaching…

So the Title Shot Tag Match is when you have two or more tag teams that will compete for shots at the Interforums and TV Titles. The legal partner of the winning team goes on to challenge for the Interforums Title, while his partner gets to face the TV Champ.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

[glow=black,2,300]Title Shot Tag Match[/glow]

Whitey Fats and "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen versus The Smokin' Vokoun and Jeremy Dupoe versus Teddy Roosevelt and The Great Warrior

TH: Could this be a new WWCF tradition? These six teams will set the tone, as "Handsome" Whitey Fats teams up with "The Brainbuster" Jason Allen to take on The Smokin' Vokoun and Jeremy Dupoe and the Corporate team-up of Teddy Roosevelt and The Great Warrior.

JK: Glad you’re cheering up already, TH.

TH: Just got my feathers ruffled is all. Life goes on. Let's get to it. Michael Muffer, take it away!

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the evening is a Title Shot Tag Match!

*Fanfare & March - The Bobs*

TH: Oh geez...

The Sam: WWCF Galaxy, I am your General Manager, The Sam! Entering with me...

*The Sam looks behind him and sees no one.*

The Sam: Excuse me, WWCF Galaxy.

TH: The Great Warrior still hasn't quite got the grasp of properly entering the arena...

*The Sam runs backstage...*

JK: The Great Warrior is like an attack dog. He only has so much room for so much knowledge, so if he has to sacrifice the ability to enter a wrestling arena for wrestling skill, then so be it.

*The Sam returns with The Great Warrior.*

The Sam: Greetings WWCF Galaxy. I am your General Manager, The Sam! Entering with me...

*The Sam and the Great Warrior make their way to the ring...*

The Sam: From the deepest, darkest, deadliest parts of Parts Unknown, and weighing 229lbs; He is... The Great! Warrior!

TH: Look at The Sam touting the Great Warrior like he is anything more than an embarassment.

JK: Such negativity is uncharacteristic of you Gorilla.

TH: That was a mouthful, Jesse.

*The Great Warrior leaps over the top rope. The Sam says something inaudible to him before approaching the announce table...*

The Sam: And now would everyone please rise for the 26th President of the United States!

TH: What?

*Hail to the Chief*

JK: Obama is 44, Bush was 43, Clinton 42...

*Teddy Roosevelt slowly enters in a wrestling ring cart.*

TH: It's Teddy Roosevelt!

JK: Just on the tip of my... oh, right.

The Sam: Hailing from New York, New York, the greatest city in the world, and weighing 225lbs: He is Theodore... Roosevelt!

*Teddy Roosevelt crosses from the cart into the ring and waves to the fans before joining The Great Warrior.*

TH: The "Corporate" Team certainly looks to be the dark horse pick tonight.

JK: And the Sam will join us for this match tonight. Almost forgot to mention that...

TH: Welcome General Manager The Sam.

The Sam: Thank you for having me here.

TH: You made yourself part of the commentary team tonight.

The Sam: Don't be silly. The Majority Shareholder forced me onto commentary. At my request, of course.

JK: Moving on, do Teddy Roosevelt and the Great Warrior have a strategy for tonight?

The Sam: Strategy? Strategy is for nerds. No battle plan survives contact with the enemy. The Great Warrior, as a man with no battle plans, has no battle plan to not survive contact with his opponents. This theoretically makes him invincible.

TH: Theoretically.

MM: And their first opponent...

That is not dead can eternal lie,
And in strange eons even death may die...

*The Grand Cathedral - Serious Sam Soundtrack*

*Dudley Boyz-style pyro explodes on the stage...*

TH: Well they get to face off against, for one, a newly exorcised Jeremy Dupoe, who went through trials, tribulations, and Ghostbusters as he was possessed by the entity who called itself, "Disturbance."

*Jeremy Dupoe rises through the stage, a large tome in his hand...*

The Sam: See that book in his hand? Dupoe is probably reading about "strategy" right now. They can teach you about karate from a book, but they cannot teach you about kah-ray-zee except on the streets. Or in the deepest, deadliest, darkest parts of Parts Unknown.

JK: Hopefully he's caught up on recent events though. I have a feeling he will be invigorated by the exorcism. This will be Dupoe's first match since he was exorcised by the Parts Unknown chapter of the Ghostbusters Corporation.

The Sam: A now proud sponsor of the WWCF by the way.

*JD slams the tome shut and walks down the ramp to the ring, eyeing Teddy Roosevelt and the Great Warrior...*

MM: Hailing from Arkham, Massachusetts at a weight of 230lbs, now entering the ring, Jeremy... Dupoe!

*JD sets the tome in his corner and removes his robes before climbing the turnbuckle to shake his head in disapproval at the crowd.*

TH: Dupoe may still be a disturbed individual though. Only time will tell.

The Sam: You want to talk about disturbed? What about his partner?

MM: And his partner...

*Iron Man - Black Sabbath*

JK: The Sam has a point. Dupoe is what I might call a "quiet nut." Smokin' Vokoun is a "loud nut."

The Sam: Couldn't have said it better myself.

MM: Now entering the ring from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 280lbs, The Smokin'... Vokoun!

TH: Quiet or loud, it seems that these two Viva, Inc outliers are both the resident nutcase of the stable.

JK: Viva might want to look into that.

The Sam: Viva, Inc is still a stable?

*The Smokin' Vokoun joins Jeremy Dupoe, who frowns at him as Vokoun glances at him with crazy eyes...*

MM: And their final opponents...

*Indestructible - Disturbed*

TH: I think this is the team that will earn the title shots.

JK: Bleh.

The Sam: Bleh.

JK: "The Brainbuster" was a failure of a TV Champion and he will fail tonight.

TH: He was hamstringed with every single match he competed in. Be fair now.

The Sam: Name one challenger he defended against without interference.

TH: But that's the thing: it was all shenanigans caused by the Majority Shareholder and Viva, Inc. Brainbuster was in a crossfire!

The Sam: But you can't name one challenger? I rest my case.

TH: But you can't-

JK: The Sam has a point, TH.

TH: Not a good one though.

MM: Now entering the ring from Minneapolis, Minnesota at a weight of 245lbs; he is "The Brainbuster..." Jason... Allen!

The Sam: I mean, for all we know, he's actually in cahoots with both Viva, Inc and the Majority Shareholder.

TH: That's absurd!

JK: Yeah, I gotta call you on that one too, Sam.

The Sam: Call me on whatever you like, gentlemen, but the records show that The Brainbuster's TV Title reign was defined by shenanigans.

MM: And his partner, the final contestant of tonight's bout...

The Sam: Then we have this pandering sellout...

*Fight - Jim Johnston*

JK: Really? You want to call Whitey that?

TH: Whitey has had his history of shady dealings and less than honorable deeds, but I think he has made a genuine effort to win back the fans in his favor. I think he's the betting man's favorite to win this match tonight.

MM: Weighing 275lbs; hailing from Starke, Florida, and accompanied to the ring by Cynnamon, "Handsome" Whitey Fats!

The Sam: Against Teddy Roosevelt? Against The Great Warrior?

JK: Against Viva, Inc?

TH: Well you two have your opinions, but as soon as Referee Will Alphonzo calls for that bell, we will see which team has the best chemistry tonight.

JK: Right now they're figuring out who will go first. The Great Warrior seems to not understand that Teddy Roosevelt might want to go first.

The Sam: The Great Warrior comes from a culture that demands alpha male protocol. He will go first in his hunt for gold around his waist. The President may have to wait for the Great Warrior to go down. Y'know, like he did for McKinley.

JK: This brought to you by the History Channel, evidently.

TH: No mention of Nazis, so doubtful.

The Sam: The Great Warrior will go first, and that is that.

JK: Looks like Smokin' Vokoun will start for his team. Dupoe looks like he has a plan.

TH: And Whitey's letting the Brainbuster have the limelight first. Warrior, Brainbuster, and Vokoun.

The Sam: About as star-powered as it gets anywhere in the world I say, even if they didn't have the Great Warrior.

DING! DING! DING!

The Sam: Look at the three of them circling each other like wolves. The Great Warrior is the most instinctual of the three. He has the natural-

*GW, Vokoun, and BB break out into a storm of punches to each other.*

TH: It's an all out brawl out the gate! Who will gain control of the match?

JK: The Smokin' Vokoun has the weight advantage - he's my pick.

TH: Warrior with a headbutt! Smokie stays on his feet!

JK: Oh no! Brainbuster with a german suplex!

The Sam: Stop him- good, Warrior. Good job.

JK: But that won't stop the Smokin' Vokoun.

TH: And it won't stop Jason Allen- Irish whip to the ropes... double bulldog! Great Warrior is down!

JK: And Vokoun with a double underhook. He has the Brainbuster now.

The Sam: Don't count the Great Warrior out just yet. He doesn't know the meaning of the word pain.

TH: He doesn't seem to know the meaning to most words...

*BB keeps to his feet as Vokoun tries to drop down for a DDT...*

TH: Allen won't be so easy to take down here.

The Sam: See that flying headbutt from the Great Warrior? Vokoun is rocked!

TH: And Brainbuster reverses for a backslide pin! One, two, not today!

JK: Whew. That was a close one!

TH: Dupoe shouting some strategy at Vokoun?

The Sam: Like I said, strategy is useless against the Great Warrior...

TH: A kick the Great Warrior's midsection...

JK: But here comes Vokoun. Nice neckbreaker I say.

The Sam: And the Great Warrior remains on his feet.

JK: Looks like Teddy Roosevelt wants in the match here.

The Sam: He will just have to wait for the Great Warrior.

TH: And Jeremy Dupoe whistles for the Smokin' Vokoun. The first tag is imminent.

*GW double axe handles Vokoun in the back before he can reach Dupoe...*

The Sam: Not so fast there. The Great Warrior isn't finished with him.

TH: An exchange of blows between these two brawlers. Is Brainbuster looking forward to wrestling Jeremy Dupoe again?

JK: They tore down the house at Night of the Wrestling Zombies last year. Brainbuster seems to know what the fans like.

The Sam: Speaking of which, Night of the Wrestling Zombies is available on DVD and Blu-Ray. Buy it in bulk today and hand it to the kids on Halloween.

TH: GW with an Irish whip. Vokoun's in Teddy Roosevelt's corner!

The Sam: Don't argue with the ex-President. You're lucky he doesn't through you a right hand, Vokoun!

TH: And Great Warrior with a spear. That's gotta hurt Vokoun's spine.

*GW whips Vokoun to the opposite, neutral corner.*

JK: You kidding? Vokoun probably has the most time-tested pain threshold in WWCF History. Fact.

The Sam: None of that matters to the Great Warrior though. He's whipping him around the ring tonight.

*GW charges for Vokoun...*

TH: Elbow to the Great Warrior's face!

*Vokoun hops to the second rope...*

TH: And a bulldog from the Smokin' Vokoun. The Great Warrior is down!

JK: Go for the pin!

TH: One! Two! Th- Brainbuster breaks the pin!

The Sam: He's still in the match?

TH: It's not elimination... Brainbuster with jabs to the Smokin' Vokoun!

JK: Is Teddy Roosevelt yelling, "Bully?"

The Sam: A colloquialism from his time. I think he's desperate to tag in.

TH: Brainbuster with a right-handed hook! Vokoun is on the ropes!

JK: But he's fighting back...

TH: Bionic elbow! Bionic elbow! Lariat! BB is down!

The Sam: Why is the Great Warrior still down?

TH: Vokoun with a belly-to-belly- wait, Brainbuster stops him short- Brainbuster with a belly-to-belly suplex of his own!

The Sam: Yes! GW is back to his feet!

TH: Warrior with a splash to the Brainbust- he caught him! Allen caught the Great Warrior!

The Sam: Get out of there!

TH: Brainbuster with a shoulder breaker! GW is down again!

JK: Hey! Stay in your corner Mr. President!

The Sam: He's just being a good tag partner.

TH: The Brainbuster has firm control of this match. Smokin' Vokoun back on his feet and heading for Jeremy Dupoe again.

*BB turns Vokoun around and the two exchange punches...*

JK: Sam, you really should teach the Great Warrior how to tag a partner in.

The Sam: He's rarely been in tag matches you see. His culture is one that is based on mono e mono combat. The concept of "partners" is alien to him.

TH: The Great Warrior with a splash! Brainbuster and Vokoun are down! One! Two! They get the shoulder's up.

*BB and Vokoun hold onto GW and stand up...*

JK: This looks bad for the Great Warrior...

TH: A double fallaway slam!

JK: At least Teddy Roosevelt is there to tag in.

The Sam: Nonsense. The Great Warrior has plenty of gas left in the tank.

*BB and Vokoun exchange punches, kicks, chops, etc...*

TH: Maybe, but a car can still overheat. He should tag Roosevelt into the ring and see how it works out.

*Roosevelt reaches over and force tags himself in...*

JK: Here comes Teddy Roosevelt!

TH: Clothesline to Vokoun! Clothesline to Brainbuster! The President is on fire!

The Sam: Warrior! 'Scuse me fellas...

TH: Looks like the Sam will clear this up for the Great Warrior.

JK: If Smokie could just tag in Jeremy Dupoe...

TH: It's been a surprisingly uphill battle for the Smokin' Vokoun...

*Roosevelt DDT's an emerging Vokoun and shouts, "Bully!" to the crowd...*

JK: He's always a few yards away from a moment to rest, but the pressure has been kept on him. I say let him tag in. He's earned it by now.

TH: Some would argue that there is no "earning a tag." Monkey toss to the Brainbuster!

JK: Make a break for it, Smokie!

TH: Smokin' Vokoun to Jeremy Dupoe!

*Jeremy Dupoe ducks the tag and shoulder thrusts Vokoun in the midsection, bending him over...*

JK: What?

TH: Jeremy Dupoe with a side of the Scrambler!

*Teddy Roosevelt looks over at Dupoe holding Vokoun in the air...*

JK: Do something Mr. President!

*Teddy Roosevelt turns to shout, "Bully!" to the crowd.*

TH: No help there. How long can Dupoe hold the Smokin' Vokoun in the- and we have impact! Vokoun is down and out on the apron!

JK: And now Dupoe's leaving? Why is he smiling? Was this his sadistic plan the whole time?

The Sam: Hello gentlemen, I have returned. The Great Warrior seems to get it now.

TH: Smokin' Vokoun is out and Jeremy Dupoe abandoned him!

JK: This is absurd! Why would Dupoe do that?

The Sam: All I see is more opportunity for The Great Warrior and the President to take this one to the titles.

TH: Brainbuster catches Roosevelt with an abdominal stretch. Whitey waits in the wings, but this match seems to be in good hands.

JK: Let the record show that if Jason Allen gets the pin that Smokin' Vokoun was attacked by his own partner. That's a fact.

TH: Vokoun is still out from Dupoe's Scrambler, but he's lucky that the Brainbuster has Teddy Roosevelt keeping him busy.

*Teddy Roosevelt shouts, "Bully!" and swings his right hand at Brainbuster...*

The Sam: But Brainbuster didn't count on the Presidents mighty Right Hand.

TH: The poor angle is probably what saved him from the full force, but Roosevelt escape the Brainbuster's abdominal stretch.

JK: Vokoun has been through some pretty tough stuff before; surely he can get back up!

The Sam: And the President's going to pin him!

TH: One, two, Brainbuster breaks the pin! Wait - inside cradle by Roosevelt! One, two, Brainbuster gets the shoulder up!

*BB reverses the inside cradle and pins Roosevelt...*

TH: One, two, Roosevelt gets the shoulder up! Brainbuster is monkey flipped!

JK: Vokoun is still dazed. Dupoe holds his opponents in the air to make blood rush to the head. Even the hardcore can't fight that one too well.

TH: But Teddy Roosevelt is ready for the pin again... No, wait, he's grabbing Vokoun's legs...

The Sam: Of course! Vokoun is perfectly vulnerable to the Roosevelt Wrench!

TH: A reverse texas cloverleaf from the President!

JK: You can take it, Vokoun!

TH: But here comes the Brainbuster with a legbar to the President!

JK: And Vokoun gets the rope!

The Sam: Break it up Alphonzo!

TH: Brainbuster still has the legbar on President Roosevelt.

JK: Vokoun's playing it smart though - time to recover outside the ring.

The Sam: Or, you know, get counted out.

TH: Roosevelt's trying to reach the ropes, but Brainbuster's inching away!

The Sam: Tag in the Great Warrior Mr. President! You know you must!

TH: He must get out of this legbar first... Brainbuster turns over! Roosevelt's on his front!

The Sam: What's he doing!

JK: Of course! Single leg boston crab! President Roosevelt won't be able to walk after this! Just like real life!

The Sam: That was Franklin Delano Roosevelt you fool!

TH: Brainbuster turning Roosevelt into a pretzel with a single leg Boston crab.

The Sam: But here comes the Great Warrior to the rescue!

TH: Buzzsaw kick to the Brainbuster and he rolls to the outside! Referee Will Alphonzo trying to maintain order!

*A masked man emerges from the crowd...*

The Sam: Oh no, Whitey Fats wants in on this now!

*The masked man grabs Whitey by the legs and pulls him down to the arena floor...*

TH: Who is that masked man attacking Whitey Fats?

JK: Could it be the Majority Shareholder?

TH: Why would he go after Whitey Fats all of a sudden?

*The masked man hoists Whitey onto his shoulders...*

The Sam: I can assure you that that is not the Majority Shareholder. Too slight a build.

TH: Referee Will Alphonzo directing the Great Warrior back to his corner...

JK: Well, at least he's helping Smokin' Vokoun out.

The Sam: And the Great Warrior and the President as well.

*The masked man spins around and TKO's Whitey to the mat, and then rolls under the apron...*

JK: Hey! Could that be Jeremy Dupoe back for more? I knew Viva Inc had to have a master plan!

The Sam: Not tall enough. Dupoe is taller than Whitey.

TH: Then what in the world is going on?

JK: Obviously Referee Will Alphonzo missed out! Thankfully Vokoun is back in the ring.

The Sam: And the President gets the tag! Here comes a renewed Great Warrior fellas!

TH: Great Warrior with a headbutt to the Brainbuster! He butts him again! Brainbuster is in the corner!

The Sam: Do you hear those mighty chops from the Great Warrior, Gorilla? He probably busted the Brainbuster's sternum right there!

TH: Remember viewers at home: this match is for Interforums and TV Title shots tonight.

JK: Do you think Whitey Fats can trust the Brainbuster to ever tag him in?

The Sam: I wouldn't be surprised if the Brainbuster hired that masked man to assault Whitey.

TH: You're both crazy. Brainbuster fighting back against the Great Warrior with a series of jabs...

The Sam: Isn't it late in the game to jab your way to victory?

JK: Hey! Smokie with a German suplex to the Great Warrior!

TH: Smokin' Vokoun is back in the game! The Brainbuster better watch out.

JK: Corner lariat! Bulldog! Smokie for the pin!

TH: One! Two!

The Sam: Yes! Roosevelt with a diving headbutt!

TH: And Whitey Fats returns to his corner!

The Sam: He's damaged goods in this match. Go ahead, tag him in, Brainbuster.

JK: If he does, of course.

TH: Jason Allen does look tired; it would be a wise decision.

JK: Even if he wants to tag in, the shoe is finally on the other foot, cuz here comes Smokie!

TH: The Smokin' Vokoun with a full nelson! Is the Smoke Bomb not far behind?

The Sam: Not if the Great Warrior has anything to say about it! Get him!

JK: He's biting the Smokin' Vokoun?

The Sam: An obscure tactic to be sure, but flawless.

TH: Smokin' Vokoun with a double underhook to the Great Warrior... DDT!

JK: Go for the pin!

TH: One, two, Brainbuster breaks the pin! Drop toe hold from the Smokin' Vokoun!

JK: Brainbuster might have forgotten that Smokie knows some mat wrestling.

The Sam: And a mighty Buzzsaw Kick to the Smokin' Vokoun's noggin! Down he... what? He's getting up?

TH: The Smokin' Vokoun's as tough as they come, and the Great Warrior just didn't register this time!

JK: Better watch out!

TH: Vokoun with a whip to the ropes... Spinebuster! Jason Allen goes for the tag...

JK: Smokie sees him and here he comes!

The Sam: Yes, he's got him by the leg!

TH: Brainbuster being dragged away from Whitey Fats!

JK: And Smokie's buttering him for a Smoke Bomb!

*Vokoun lifts BB up into the air...*

TH: Look at the strength of the Smokin' Vokoun!

*GW splashes against Vokoun's back...*

JK: Smoke Bomb! Smoke Bomb!

The Sam: And an excellent splash by the Great Warrior!

TH: And Brainbuster tagged in Whitey Fats! Whitey Fats is the legal man!

JK: Watch out Smokie!

TH: Shining Wizard to Smokin' Vokoun! He's down!

The Sam: Get him, GW! Hit him with a splash attack!

TH: Great Warrior with another spla- Whitey Fats caught him! He caught him!

*Whitey hoists GW onto his shoulders...*

The Sam: No... No...

TH: Southern Discomfort! Whitey goes for the- Here comes Roosevelt with a clothesline to the outside! Both men are out of the ring!

The Sam: Stop this brawling!

*Vokoun crawls to pin the Great Warrior...*

JK: Yes! Keep it up Mr. President!

TH: Smokin' Vokoun for the pin! One! Two! Three!

*Iron Man - Black Sabbath*

JK: Yes!

The Sam: Great Warrior!

TH: Well there goes The Sam! Whitey and Teddy Roosevelt looked shocked at this turn of events.

MM: Here is your winner by pinfall: The Smokin'... Vokoun!

JK: The Smokin' Vokoun fought against tough odds and squeaked out a victory! That's some true grit in the ring right there.

TH: It's undeniable that Smokin' Vokoun basically fought on his own tonight. What's even more insidious is that Jeremy Dupoe, through absolutely no effort of his own, has secured a TV Title shot!

JK: You know, I kinda like the cut of Jeremy Dupoe's jib there. He got a title shot and let Vokoun do all the work for him.

TH: Who knows what agenda he may really have in mind at this point. And we have no clue who the masked man to attack Whitey Fats was!

JK: Speaking of which, it looks like we have a staredown between Whitey, Brainbuster, and Teddy Roosevelt on our hands...

TH: Surely Teddy Roosevelt didn't intend to let Vokoun win...

*Teddy Roosevelt turns to the crowd and shouts, "Bully!" before shaking Whitey and Brainbuster's hands.*

TH: A show of respect from one of our "elder statesmen."

JK: But what about the showboating shenanigan Brainbuster and Whitey Fats?

*Whitey Fats raises Brainbuster's arm.*

TH: Brainbuster fought long and hard tonight himself, but it wasn't his nor Whitey's night tonight. Hopefully greater things lie in their futures in the WWCF.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

TH: Up next is quite possibly one of two main events of the evening, as Ryan Blood, tired, beaten up or not, must lace up his boots again to face his friend and ally Connor Mackenzie as they compete to become the 2012 King of Wrestlecrap.

[glow=gold,2,300]King of Wrestlecrap Final Match[/glow]

”The Digital Dragon“ Connor Mackenzie versus Ryan Blood

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is the final match in the King of Wrestlecrap tournament! Introducing first...

*Virus*

MM: Hailing from Baltimore, MD and weighing in at 208 lbs. Ryan Blood!

JK: I hate to say but if Ryan Blood were intelligent he'd maybe forfeit but I expect all those hardcore matches might have affected his capacity for rational thinking. Just look at the company he keeps.

TH: That's no way to speak of the Equalizers. Besides, have a heart.

JK: Well, Aaron Enigma got too close to the truth and he defied the Majority Shareholder. The guy meant business and he took care of it.

*TRON Legacy R3CONF1GUR3D - 02 - Fall*

MM: And his opponent, hailing from Halifax, NS, Canada and weighing 225 Lbs. "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!

TH: And here comes a young man with little need for introduction. Coming off a huge win last week against Whitey Fats to get him to this very match.

JK: Hmph. Luck. That is all it was pure and simple. You ask me, Whitey had Mackenzie on the ropes up until he decided to go high risk which never pays off.

*The arena goes pitch black, all lights going out as a beat begins to be faintly heard. The lights begin to dimly beat to follow along as Connor's music starts. A pyro explosion goes off on the entry ramp as Connor slowly moves through the smoke, standing at the top, his face partially visible under the hood as he makes his way to the ring. Removing his hood, Connor joins Ryan in climbing turnbuckles and posing for the crowd.*

JK: Ugh...what is this an after school special?

TH: No doubt The Digital Dragon wanted to have a match to honor their fellow, former member Aaron Enigma, rest his soul.

JK: He's in Davey Jones locker now Hoss. Uh oh...do we need to worry about that company with the mouse if I say that?

TH: Well, yes. Who do you think is putting The Animated PPV together?

*Both men shake hands in the middle of the ring and wait for McFloyd to call for the bell. Once he does the two begin circling, meeting in the middle for a lockup. Connor puts Ryan in a headlock. Reversing on Connor, Ryan locks in a hammerlock on Connor. Connor in turn leans forward sending Ryan flipping over his shoulder and both men pause to look at one another. Ryan nods approvingly as the two men circle again.

Coming together in the middle of the ring, Ryan ducks an attempted clothesline from Connor and moves to rebound off the ropes, as he does, Connor meets him with and attempts to lift Ryan up for a flapjack. Ryan however manages to get his feet under him and hits Connor with a hard dropkick directly to Connor's chest.*

JK: Haha! Way to nearly put some feet into the Dragon's mouth there Blood!

TH: And Ryan Blood with the surreal looking dropkick out of nowhere! He must be digging down very deep and not wanting to disappoint his opponent here.

*Rolling, Connor is stopped by the bottom rope. Ryan is quick to press the advantage and slides in with a baseball slide that sends Connor out to the floor.Connor bounces off the floor, shaking cobwebs out as Ryan is already running to the opposing ropes and getting a head of steam before leaping through the ropes to hit a suicide dive.*

TH: And what impact! Blood going high risk there and it appears that it may have payed off. Considering his current state he's going all or nothing here.

JK: Yeah but how much all does Blood have left?

*Connor is pushed into the barricade as Ryan crumples to the floor, trying to gather himself but winded from his previous match. Connor slowly gets his hands under and as Ryan moves to get Connor to his feet he is met with a quick elbow to the guy, followed by another. Connor turns, grabbing Ryan around the waist and lifts him up then drops him onto his knee with an inverted atomic drop. Both men take a moment to gather themselves as Ryan moves to roll into the ring. Connor climbs to the apron, eyeing Ryan intently. As Ryan turns, Connor springs up onto the top rope to hit a cross body pin.*

TH: Mackenzie with the cross body, this could be it!

1!

2!

Kickout!

JK: Looks like Blood isn't ready to call it a night yet!

*Ryan kicks out and Connor moves to quickly try to grab Ryan's wrist in an attempt on a labell lock. Ryan scrambles however and pulls himself free, giving Connor a shot from his elbow before rolling away to gather himself. Connor nurses his head momentarily as Ryan latches onto him, hitting a swinging neckbreaker onto Connor before going for a pin.*

1!

2!

Kickout!

TH: Both men trading near falls at this point. We've seen some technical prowess, high risk and Mackenzie attempting the submission but Blood still getting the upper hand.

*Ryan's face shows a frustrated look as he moves to get back to his feet. Getting Connor up, Ryan irish whips him into a corner and follows up quickly with a stinger splash. Connor is dazed then as Ryan moves to quickly start hoisting Connor up to the top of the turnbuckle. Connor continues to remain sluggish as Ryan makes a signal skyward and then falls back into an elevated DDT. Connor slumps as Ryan moves for the cover.*

TH: ADH! Dear god it could be over right here!

JK: Put him away Blood and send the commoner back to the masses. Haha!

1!

2!

Kickout!

JK: WHAT?! He kicked out!

TH: Amazing! Connor Mackenzie just kicked out of the ADH! But how badly has it taken it's toll on him?!

*Ryan looks stunned as Connor's hand moves to clutch at his neck for a moment before he stirs once again. Ryan shakes his head and starts to get up and irish whips him to the ropes. Connor ducks under the attemped discus clothesline and launches himself up with a running high knee which connects as both men lay prone on the mat.

Referee Lloyd McFloyd starts a ten count as both men are slow to get to their hands and knees. Ryan gets to a foot, then Connor and as both men get to their feet Ryan spins to attempt a spinning roundhouse kick. Connor ducks, allowing the leg to pass over him and as Ryan stops himself he is met with a quick boot to the midsection before Connor hooks the arms and spins, hitting a spinning impaler. Rather then go for the pin, Connor looks to the corner, then skyward as he signals to the crowd who give a cheer.*

TH: Spinning Impaler from Mackenzie! But it looks like he's not done yet!

JK: Didn't this idiot learn anything from his last match?!

*Ryan groggily starts to get to his feet, Connor is now scaling a turnbuckle. Ryan, with his back the corner swoons as Connor gets his feet under him and starts to rise. Holding up his hands skyward he waits as Ryan starts to turn. As Ryan does he catches Connor leaping into the air. Twisting, Connor looks to try and land on Ryan but Ryan ducks and rushes forward. In an impressive display Connor lands on his feet on the mat and starts to turn as he does though he is met with a swift superkick directly to his turning chin.

Going down in a heap, Ryan is quick to capitalize, hooking a leg and holding on with what strength he has left.*

TH: Baw gawd! Blood nearly took Mackenzie's head off with that kick!

JK: Haha! Lights out Dragon!

1!

2!

Kickout!

TH: It’ll take more than that to take out the Digital Dragon tonight. He may be fighting an ally, but he may have bigger fish to fry in two months.

*Ryan rolls off of Connor, covering his face to take a moment and collect his thoughts. Connor pushes off the mat and recovers as well. Both men get up, with Ryan throwing a kick at Connor's leg, but Connor catches it and dragon screws Ryan to the mat, following up with a leg drop to Ryan's leg. Connor stands up, leg still in hand and sets Ryan up into a sharpshooter.*

TH: Connor is dazed, but he's using what he can to wear down the former Hardcore Champion.

JK: I'm rather surprised by Ryan Blood's stamina tonight.

TH: Blood is obviously trying to torpedo the Digital Dragon and finish the match, but Connor has much of his work already done for him tonight.

*Ryan drags Connor backward while trying to grab the ropes, but Connor doesn't let go. Ryan reaches out, but still cannot reach the ropes, when Connor moves forward. Ryan uses the momentum to kick backward, forcing Connor forwards and landing neckfirst on the bottom rope, stunning him.*

TH: Excellent escape by Ryan Blood!

JK: Too bad his abdominal section won't be the same after this.

*Connor and Ryan take a moment to recover, then stand up. Connor backs towards Ryan, who twists around and catches Connor with a neckbreaker. Ryan slowly returns to his feet and then grabs Connor, setting him up for a Dragon Sleeper.*

TH: Ryan Blood going for another powerful technique of his! Can Connor Mackenzie escape the Dragon Sleeper.

JK: I just realized that they both use that hold.

*Connor stiffens up, then waistlocks Ryan and uses him for stability to sit himself up and over Ryan's shoulders, then clasps his legs around Ryan's head, and pulls him down for a hurricanrana.*

TH: What an amazing reversal from Connor Mackenzie!

JK: That's gotta kill his abs about as much as a sharpshooter should!

*Connor holds Ryan's leg for the pin.

1!

2!

Kickout!*

TH: That still won't put Ryan Blood away!

JK: He's lost once tonight and he'll be damned if he loses twice! I admit that I respect that tenacity.

TH: But how much more can he take from Connor Mackenzie?

JK: Don't forget Ryan Blood had some time to rest.

*Ryan quickly catches Connor with an inside cradle pin.

1!


2!


Kickout!

Connor forces Ryan onto his back for a reversal pin.

1!


2!


Rope Break!*

JK: Ryan Blood had rest between matches and it's making all the difference tonight. Imagine if he had to do both matches one after the other!

TH: It would surely be a testament to his endurance.

JK: It would be testament to Connor Mackenzie's dumb luck. Right now I'll just call it luck if he wins.

*Connor grabs Ryan's arm and drags him from the ropes then leg drops the arm and puts him in an armbar. Ryan reaches for the ropes but is too far away to reach them.*

TH: Connor must do more work on Ryan's body than otherwise thought.

JK: But Blood's slowly wearing Connor down too, if in bursts.

*Ryan tries but fails to escape the iron grip of Connor's arm bar. Connor tightens up.*

TH: This year's King of Wrestlecrap tournament may be the most electrifying.

JK: It's been an interesting final match so far.

*Ryan forces himself on top of Connor for a pin, but Connor releases the arm bar and rolls away. Both men stand up. Connor charges for Ryan, but Ryan catches him with a jawbreaker. Connor stumbles away, and upon returning towards Ryan, Ryan takes him down with a superkick.*

TH: More power Ryan Blood!

*Ryan covers for the pin.

1!


2!


Rope break!*

JK: What in the world, Gorilla? What does Ryan Blood need to do to take out Connor Mackenzie?

TH: They wanted to put on a match in dedication to Aaron Enigma, and I think he'd be proud.

*Ryan gets up and stands Connor up with him, whipping him to the corner. Ryan backs up, then charges for a stinger splash to Connor and follows up with a bulldog.*

JK: Blood is on fire now!

TH: I hope the Majority Shareholder is watching tonight, because one of these men will be the face of his company.

JK: And both of these men want vengeance with him.

*Ryan hops up to the top turnbuckle and taps his elbow before diving off for an elbow drop to Connor's chest.*

TH: Ryan Blood in the high risk district!

JK: Yeah yeah, so it paid off this time.

*Ryan covers for the pin.

1!



2!



Kickout!*

TH: Bah golly miss Molly!

*Connor rolls away. Both men stand up. Ryan bashes his elbow into Connor's face. He continues turning around for a discus clothesline, but Connor catches Ryan with an arm drag. Ryan darts back to his feet but is taken down by a standing dropkick. He backs up to a corner to stand up, to which Connor charges him with a double knee lift and a whip to the opposing corner. Connor pursues Ryan, but Ryan turns around with a roundhouse kick that Connor catches and dragon screws Ryan again, but Ryan gets Connor with an enzuigiri kick.*

TH: If this was The Animated PPV already there'd be a dust cloud!

JK: Let's not get into that just yet. Let's enjoy tonight's event.

*Both men take a minute to get up, but then Connor grabs Ryan from behind with a spinning inverted bodyslam. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle, makes a belt motion around his waist, and waits for Ryan to stand back up.*

TH: Connor trying the Flight of the Dragon again. Hopefully he can succeed where he failed last time.

*Ryan crawls around to face Connor, but then darts for Connor, toppling him from the top rope. Connor lands groinfirst on the top rope.*

JK: That'll ruin his weekend!

*Ryan hops to the second rope, headlocks Connor, and DDTs him to the mat.*

JK: ADH! Ryan got the ADH! Pin him!

*Ryan turns Connor over and covers for the pin.

1!





2!





Rope Break!*

JK: Ryan Blood you fool! You didn't drag him far enough away from the ropes!

TH: Indeed. If Connor was any much further way he would have lost this one.

*Ryan wraps his arm around Connor's head in an inverted headlock and stands up for a dragon sleeper.*

TH: And now he's got him in the dragon sleeper! Can Ryan Blood's series of trump cards pay off here?

JK: He better hope so! I never knew Connor could have this much in him!

*Ryan keeps the pressure on as Connor flails his arms.*

JK: If you're going to win, Connor, then try that one reversal from earlier!

TH: Do you really think it'll work again?

*Connor waistlocks Ryan, who uses his free hand to chop him in the midsection. Ryan then jumps backwards for an inverted DDT, but keeps the dragon sleeper on Connor.*

TH: He's still hanging on! Connor you can do it!

JK: Anyone might give up at this point. Even I will throw Connor a bone here!

*Ryan hops up with Connor still in the Dragon Sleeper, when Connor taps.*

TH: Connor Mackenzie tapped! He tapped!

JK: Ryan Blood did it! He beat Connor Mackenzie at last!

*Virus*

MM: Here is your winner, by pinfall, and KING OF WRESTLECRAP! Ryan Blood!

TH: A spectacular King of Wrestlecrap match between peers! Ryan Blood may have lost his Hardcore Title tonight, but he proved why he had it in the first place, because he’s just that damn tough.

JK: Connor fought hard to earn it, and in the right circumstances this match could have been his, but now his future lies in uncertainty.

TH: Uncertainty nothing, King. Connor Mackenzie has been the Equalizers’ fiercest enemy of Viva, Inc, and after Viva’s victory tonight, and if Punisher walks out with the World belt, there just may be hell to pay and it’s the Digital Dragon who may come to collect.

JK: Can’t Ryan Blood do that since he’d challenge for the World Title anyway?

TH: Connor Mackenzie isn’t finished here, not by a longshot, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he picks up where Aaron Enigma left off.

JK: A cliff?

TH: Oh would you stop?

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

[glow=gold,2,300]World Heavyweight Championship[/glow]

“The Punisher” Frank Castle versus Jonathan Michaels

Tim Hoss: Folks, it’s time for our main event. It’s been building for months, and tonight, we finally get the pay off. The WWCF Champion, Jonathan Michaels, defends his championship against “The Punisher” Frank Castle.

Jesse King: And this has been building since Castle won that Money in the Bank briefcase last year, it got worse at Christmassacre, and since then, these two have been chomping at the bit to get one another one on one.

TH: And tonight, all their allies - Viva Incorporated and The Equalizers - are banned from ringside..

JK: Like Castle is gonna need anyone else to see off this punk.

TH: I think Castle is gonna find he’s got more than he bargained for tonight. The tale of the tape gives the advantage to The Punisher: 6’7”, 286 pounds, 52 inch chest, 19 inch neck, size 15 boot, presses 420 pounds. He’s left a trail of destruction in his wake leading into tonight’s match. He’s put Finn McHaggis, Damn Right Jackson and Evil M into hospital. He sent Boiler Room Brawler to intensive care and jarred his brain enough to render him medically incapable of competing, not to mention the tons of wrestlers, including Gus Richlen and The General of the Monkey Army, who he has sent to hospital courtesy of that Endgame punch. He’s a co holder of the WWCF Tag Team Championship - but he’s never, ever beaten Jonathan Michaels.

JK: Which might be the only thing going for the champ tonight Gorilla. He stands 6’4”, weighs in at 240 pounds, 44 inch chest, 16.5 inch neck, size 12 boot, presses 250 pounds (more of Jono background here). He won the title in a tournament last year after Whitey Fats was forced to vacate, and he’s held onto it ever since. He pinned Castle at Botch at the Beach last year - and remains the last man to put Castle’s shoulders down for a 1-2-3. That Fade to Black superkick is the only thing that has put this monster down, and trust me Gorilla, the champ is gonna need it tonight.

TH: King, it is gonna be a classic - lets go to Michael Muffer to get this one underway.

Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentlemen. This is our main event. It is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WWCF World Championship!

*Wake Up by Rage Against the Machine starts to play on the PA system. White smoke billows across the stage as the huge projected image of a white skull bears down in the ring canvas. Slowly it moves to the top of the ramp, finally illuminating the figure of Frank Castle, who stands staring at the floor. In his hands he holds two oval shaped objects. He pops the pins and throws them into the floor as the two flame grenades explode at his feet, surrounding him with fire. The flames die down and Castle strides through the blaze.*

MM: Introducing first, the challenger. From New York, weighing 286 pounds, he is The Punisher, Frank Castle!

*Castle stalks to the ring, filled with rage. He steps over the top rope, removes his coat, and paces, waiting for his opponent to make his entrance.*

*DOA by the Foo Fighters begins. Jono appears at the top of the ramp, throws off his jacket and sprints to the ring.*

MM: And his opponent, from Los Angeles California, weighing 240 pounds, the WWCF World Champion, Jonathan Michaels!

*Jono discards the title belt and slides into the ring, bashing Castle with rights and lefts, staggering him back to the ropes as his music continues to play. Jono whacks him in the face with a dropkick and sends his opponent over the top rope to the floor.*

TH: A big dropkick, and Castle is out of there!

*Jono climbs the turnbuckle and plays to the crowd as Castle holds his jaw on the outside.*

JK: The champ is fired up Hoss, he knows what’s at stake tonight!

*Jono’s music fades out as Castle climbs back to the apron and gets back into the ring. The ref calls them together before the match starts.*

*The bell rings.*

JK: Now they ring the bell!

*Castle and Michaels square up to one another in the middle of the ring. There is a clear height difference between the two. Michaels isn’t intimidated one bit. The two separate slightly, then engage in a collar and elbow tie up. After a brief struggle, Castle throws Michaels to the mat. The champ scrambles to his feet, and eyes Castle again.*

TH: Looks like Castle has the power advantage here King.

*Another lock up. Michaels this times grabs Castle in a side headlock, tightly squeezing at his temples. Castle lifts Jono up above his head and dumps him with a back suplex. Jono sensibly rolls out of the way before Castle can capitalise.*

JK: I think Michaels will have to rethink his strategy here - he’s got to wear Castle down - he can’t afford to match power with him at this stage.

*The two lock up again. Michaels again clamps on a side headlock. Punisher again lifts him up in the air, but this time Jono shifts his weight, rolling forward and flipping Castle over onto his back. Castle breaks the hold with a head scissors, but Jono again rolls through, and ends up on his feet in front of a seated Castle, so he gives him a brutal kick in the chops, sending a couple of teeth flying out of The Punisher’s mouth.*

TH: Wow, I think Michaels has just got a little rough King.

JK: He’s either very, very brave, or very, very stupid Hoss. Either way, he’s gotta keep this up.

*Castle rolls over onto his knees. Jono follows up with a standing leg drop, blasting Castle’s face into the mat. He drops two big knee drops onto the back of Castle’s head. Castle starts to get up again, so Jono gives him another couple of kicks to the midsection, then rebounds back of the ropes, and flipping forward, brings his heel down on the back of Castle’s head. The Punisher, stunned and groggy, gets to his feet, only to get a standing dropkick in the face from the champ, which sends the challenger over the top rope to the outside.*

TH: A blistering start from the champion King!

JK: He’s gotta keep it up though Hoss, he should be taking it to Castle on the outside now though, he’s wasting time!

*Jono begs Castle to bring it, as The Punisher stomps around on the outside, wiping the blood from his lip. Slowly he climbs the ring steps, measuring his opponent as he gets into the ring. The two lock up again. This time Castle uses his strength to force Jono back to the turnbuckles, then plants a big knee into the champion’s gut, doubling him over. The Punisher stings Jono’s jaw with two hard uppercuts, then whips him to the opposite side. Castle takes a run up and clobbers Jono with a big corner splash, the dropping him with a big boot as he staggers out of the corner. Castle makes a quick cover.*

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*But Jono kicks out quickly. Castle drags him up by his hair, and sends him into the ropes, He misses with a big clothesline, and then stoops over for a backdrop on the rebound, but Jono surprises him with a sunset flip, using his momentum to flip him onto his back.*

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*But The Punisher kicks out, rolling backwards onto his feet. Jono lands a forearm blow, and backs Castle to the ropes. He Irish whips him to the opposite side, but Castle flattens him with a big shoulder block. Jono holds the back of his head as Castle grabs him, then whips him to the ropes again. Jono ducks a clothesline, and comes back swinging, bludgeoning Castle and backing him up again. Jono comes back off the ropes, but Castle grabs him as he runs, slamming him into his knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and leaving the champion arced in agony on the canvas.*

TH: Good God King, did you see the impact on that?

JK: He’s got the champion twisted round like a salmon jumping a waterfall - it’s brilliant.

*Castle stalks his opponent - no smile, no taunting. He grabs Jono, blasts him with two elbows to the forehead and levels him with a big scoop slam. Jono climbs back to his knees, but Castle drops him again with an almighty gut wrench power bomb.*

JK: Jesus Christ Gorilla, did you see the elevation on that?

TH: Gotta agree King, he threw him around like a rag doll there.

*Castle sits Jono up, then kneels behind him and grabs both his wrists, planting a knee in his back for a surfboard submission hold. Jono grimaces in pain as Castle stretches him.*

TH: This is a painful hold King, one that Castle excels at. Puts a lot of pressure on the back, shoulders and neck.

JK: Yeah, it’s the type of sadistic thing he loves. I can’t not give the guy credit for it. Even if he doesn’t win the title tonight, Michaels is gonna wake up sore tomorrow.

*The ref asks Jono if he wants to give up. The champ vehemently shakes his head, gritting his teeth and staring to power out, but Castle releases his grip and slams his knee between Jono’s shoulder blades. He walks round to the other side, and boots Michaels in the face, indicating it’s revenge for his split lip. Two brutal kicks to the side of the head send Jono to the outside. Castle pursues him as the ref starts the count. He picks the champ up by his hair again, and goes to throw him into the ring steps. Jono though, uses his presence of mind and momentum to leap off the steps and parkour jump onto the crowd barricade. The Punisher has attempted to follow up, but, walks right into Jono’s twisting cross body block.*

TH: What a move by the champion, amazing, I can’t believe he had the balance and the ability to do that.

*But Castle has caught Michaels in mid air…*

JK: Talk about balance and agility Gorilla, that’s just pure brute strength, and this is about..

*Castle hoists Michaels up into a military press slam, and drops him, back first, onto the ring steps. *

JK:…Pure brutality! That is a move born out of plain viciousness.

TH: That’s just pure brute force, and I gotta be honest with you King, this is the first time I’ve thought that Jonathan Michaels could be in trouble.

*Castle steps over Jono, grabbing him round the throat and hurling him back into the ring to beat the ten count. He makes the cover.*

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*But the champion gets his shoulder up.*

JK: That must have taken a Helluva lot of strength to escape that - I thought he was done for there.

TH: You’ve got to wonder how much that’s taken out of the champion though. I’ve seen him achieve a lot of things, I’ve seen him come back from severe mental beatings and emotional heartbreak, but he’s in there with a monster tonight, and I’m not sure whether he actually knows he can beat him.

JK: Well, far be it from me to stick up for the guy, but he is the last man to pin Castle, at Botch at the Beach last year, after a Fade to Black superkick, but Castle has been on a roll since then, and I wonder whether the champion has enough to stop him.

*Castle continues his assault, holding Jono high in the air for a delayed vertical suplex, then dropping him down to the mat with an almighty impact. Moving over to the corner, he props himself up on the second rope, then leaps off and slams his knee across the champion’s nose with a vicious impact. Castle makes another cover.*

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*Jono kicks clear on two, but is clearly winded and struggling. Castle lies down on the mat and grabs Jono’s arm, lacing his legs around his neck and locking in a Gogoplata chokehold.*

TH: Oh my God, that’s the Deathlock chokehold!

JK: That’s it, the champion is not getting his sorry ass out of this!

*Jono struggles valiantly, refusing to tap as The Punisher squeezes tighter. The champion’s face is going beet red, but he still refuses to give in. Castle grinds Jono’s throat into his shin. The champion drops to his knees and starts to fade, he tries to scrabble over to the ropes, but Castle’s brute strength prevents him from making any headway to the safe zone.*

JK: This is it, Michaels has had it, there is absolutely no way he can get out of this.

TH: He’s not tapping though is he?

JK: He’s not tapping because he’s out cold. All the ref has to do is raise that hand three times and it’s goodnight Vienna!

TH: I’ve seen Jonathan Michaels come back from worse than this.

JK: Will you stop painting this guy as the hero? Castle’s right, he’s a self obsessed egotist, and in three drops of his hand, he’s going to kiss his title goodbye!

*The ref grabs Jono’s hand. It falls once.*

JK: This is it!

*It drops again.*

TH: No, not like this!

*A third time…the hand doesn’t drop. Jono balls up into a fist, he pounds on The Punisher’s arms and head. He forces him to break the hold. Castle rolls clear and Jono clears his throat. Castle goes for a punch, but Jono blocks him, returning fire with a roundhouse right of his own. He follows up with another then another, backing Castle into the corner. He mounts the turnbuckle and delivers big punches.*

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*The crowd cheers as Jono gets his second wind. Castle staggers into the centre of the ring, Jono rebounds off the ropes, and blasts Castle across the knee with a big shoulder block, flipping him over onto the mat. The crowd cheers as Jono starts to work on the leg, stomping on it for all he’s worth and driving his knee to the shin.*

TH: Jono just found the chink in the Punisher’s armour King.

JK: Well I had serious doubts that he’d be able to put him out with that superkick, but if he can slap that ankle lock on him then Castle could well be in trouble.

TH: You finally starting to believe King?

JK: My ass I’m believing Hoss, it’s just more likely that he COULD beat him with the ankle lock than the superkick.

TH: Oh ye of little faith…

*Jono picks Castle up, and measures him with a low dropkick to the shin again. He drags Castle to the corner and slides out of the ring. He pulls The Punisher’s legs either side of the ring post, then grabs Castle’s ankle. He makes a sign to the crowd, and slams Castle’s leg against the metal. The Punisher howls in pain as Jono grabs his ankle and does it again. Castle pounds the mat with his fists in pain, but Jono takes it a step further, wrapping Castle’s legs around the post and slapping on a figure four leglock.*

TH: Look at that King, think of the pain Castle must be in!

JK: He ain’t giving in though is he Gorilla? I think Michaels is just making him mad!

*Castle smacks the mat in pain, but refuses to tap. He tries to break the hold, but Jono has it locked in tight, and Castle sags back to mat in frustration. The ref asks him if he wants to quit, but he again says no, and finally manages to get his fingers to the ropes, forcing Jono to break the hold. Castle scrabbles back into the centre of the ring, trying to get to his feet, but struggling to do so with his bad leg. Jono climbs up onto the apron and vaults onto the top rope. Jono leaps with all of his might and brings both feet down on Castle’s left ankle. The Punisher shouts in pain and anger and rolls across the ring.*

TH: A lot of pent up frustration from the champ here King.

JK: I have to be honest with you Gorilla, I think Jono has just gone through his wall. He’s got Castle on the ropes and I don’t see him coming back with that busted up leg.

*Castle struggles back up to his feet. Jono taunts him, asking Castle where his hate is now. Castle takes a swing but misses, and the champ connects with a big kick to the shin, dropping The Punisher to the mat. Jono flips Castle the finger and grabs his foot.*

TH: Let’s see how Castle likes this King.

JK: Well it’s gonna test the guy’s mettle, but I’m not sure Jono’s taken enough out of him yet.

*Castle resists being flipped over, but Jono plants a boot in his gut, then succeeds in turning him over and twisting the ankle.*

TH: The Key Grip! It’s only a matter of time now!

JK: Shut up Hoss, it’s not over yet. Come on Castle, do something, don’t tap out to this deadbeat!

*Castle screams in pain. Jono applies more pressure, shouting at Castle to give up. The Punisher balls his fists and grits his teeth, trying blot out the pain, but the champ has him in the centre of the ring. Jono twists more and Castle bellows out.*

TH: The pain must be excruciating King - but it’s nothing more than what Castle deserves. He’s dished it out so much it’s about time he took some as well.

JK: Look at those scars on his arms and his face Hoss, the guy knows pain, physical and mental, if anyone is gonna beat this, it’s him.

*Jono wrenches the limb, putting everything into it. Castle rips the glove off his left hand and sticks his fist into his mouth and starts biting it. Jono screams at the ref “ask him”, but Castle refuses to tap. *

TH: This is phenomenal King, Jono withstood and escaped that Deadlock chokehold, and now Castle is resisting the Key Grip.

JK: Both men have given it so much tonight Hoss, they will never be the same after this. Matches like this affect your psyche for a long time afterwards. No matter who wins, both of them will feel this in the morning.

TH: Can you pick a winner in this King, at this point?

JK: Well I’m still going with Castle, the guy is tougher than old boots, but Jono is showing me something here, he’s hung tough with The Punisher for the majority of the match, and considering no one has beaten the guy since last summer, that’s one Hell of an achievement.

*Castle half rolls around on his side and locks eyes with Jono. A mixture of rage and pain is on The Punisher’s face. Jono is an expression of pure anger, twisting, wrenching and pulling on Castle’s ankle. Castle rolls back onto his belly, and then props himself up on his forearms. He then supports his weight on his good leg, and bucks like a mule trying to shake Jono off. The champion hangs on, so Castle half rolls again, and this time uses his good leg to sweep one of Jono’s standing limbs, smashing him down to the mat, striking the back of his head as he lands.*

TH: Ouch, that looked painful! But Castle broke the hold.

JK: That’s military training there Hoss, you think this guy is a brawler, but he’s got one or two tricks up his sleeve yet.

TH: I really can’t call this one now King, both men have put so much into it - it’s anyone’s match.

JK: It’s gonna take a mistake, or a serious injury to end this one Gorilla - and there’s so much on the line both men have got to be wary of fatigue setting in and one of them slipping up.

*Castle hobbles to his feet, but Jono is up quicker, and mounts the second rope. He brings a heavy double axehandle down on Castle’s head, staggering The Punisher, who struggles to stay on his feet. Undeterred, Jono, mounts the rope again, waits for Castle to turn in his direction, then leaps onto him, drilling him into the mat with a Tornado DDT. Jono makes the cover.*

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*Castle barely gets a shoulder up. Jono drags him to his feet, Irish whips him of the ropes and whacks him with a spinning heel kick across the face, knocking him flat. Jono goes for another cover.*

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*But Castle barely escapes again. The Punisher lies on his back, stunned. Jono wipes the hair out of his face and looks to the top turnbuckle. Castle remains motionless as Jono wearily scales the top rope. He positions himself carefully, aims both fingers high to the rafters, and leaps. Jono soars through the air and drops a powerful elbow to Castle’s chest. Jono makes another cover.*

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*But Castle again gets a shoulder up.*

TH: Good God King! This is an epic!

JK: This is anybody’s match now. Both men have unloaded so much on one another, but they can’t put the other one away.

TH: You’ve got to wonder what lengths both men will go to to put this thing to bed…Wait a minute, where is Jono going now?

JK: I think he’s about to go to those lengths Hoss - look.

*Jono goes to the timekeeper’s table, and throws the guy off his chair. He folds up the metal seat and slides back into the ring. He picks it up and holds it over his head, ready to bash The Punisher into oblivion. The referee begs with Jono not to do it, telling him he’ll be disqualified.*

TH: What’s Jono doing? He’ll be disqualified.

JK: Well maybe he doesn’t care anymore, maybe he just wants to smash Castle’s head in and he doesn’t care about losing the match?

TH: He’s not that kind of champion, he wants to beat Castle fair and square.

JK: Maybe he can’t beat Castle fair and square - that’s why he’s going to these lengths. Maybe The Punisher was right, maybe your champion just cares about himself and doesn’t want to do things the right way? Maybe your champion isn’t the guy he wants everyone to think he is Hoss?

TH: Look at Castle, he’s smiling - he wants Jono to beat him round the head with that thing!

*Castle, propped up on his elbows, encourages Jono to hit him, goading him into connecting with a chair shot. But then…*

TH: Wait King, look:

*Sara Nakatomi-Michaels is sprinting down the aisle.*

JK: What’s she doing here? She gonna hit him with the chair instead?

*Sara gets up onto the apron, begging Jono not to hit Castle with the chair. She screams “it’s what he wants - he wants you to be like him!” Castle struggles to his feet, daring Jono to smash him with the chair. The ref is imploring him not to do it.*

TH: I think the referee wants a clean finish - just like we do.

JK: I really think this is about Castle trying to show Jono is just trying to protect his title by getting intentionally disqualified.

TH: You don’t think Castle wants to win this thing?

JK: I think proving his point is more important to him at this stage - besides, I don’t think he thinks he can beat Jono now.

*Sara begs Jono not to use the chair and throw away his principles. Jono, conflicted, looks at Sara, the ref, and Castle, and finally tosses the chair over the top rope.*

TH: Finally! Sanity prevails!

JK: Not quite Hoss.

*Castle, angry that Jono hasn’t given in, makes a move to grab Sara, but Jono flies at him, pounding him across the skull with hard right hands, splitting Castle’s brow open above the eye, then driving his elbow into his head repeatedly as he backs him into the corner.*

TH: I think Castle’s just crossed the line King.

JK: I’ve never seen Michaels like this, I think Castle’s pushed a button that was never meant to be pressed.

*With an immense show of strength, the champ hauls Castle up into a side suplex and drops him hard onto the mat. He looks down to ringside and nods at Sara, then walks to the opposite side of the ring. Castle slowly begins to rise again.*

JK: It’s like Frankenstein’s damned monster! What the Hell do you have to do to put the guy down?

TH: I think we’re about to find out King - time for lights out for The Punisher.

*Jono waits for Castle to rise. The bigger man is groggy and out of it. He staggers into the centre of the ring. He turns round, and walks smack into a Fade to Black superkick.*

TH: Goodnight Frank Castle!

JK: You gotta be kidding me! I don’t believe it, he’s beaten him!

*Jono, exhausted, makes the cover.*

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*But Castle kicks out.*

TH: No way!

JK: Ha ha, yes way Hoss, you’re gonna have to blow the guy up to stop him, he’s not human, he’s a machine. Like I said before, I think Jonathan Michaels is in big, big trouble.

TH: I’m stunned, that should have been it - that’s the move Michaels beat Castle with before!

JK: Question is, how does Michaels beat him now?

TH: I gotta be honest King - I have no idea.

*Sara is distraught. Jono is confused. He drags Castle to his feet by his hair. He’s in no mood to mess around. He whips The Punisher to the ropes and leapfrogs him, but has a nasty surprise waiting for him when he lands. Castle has stopped his momentum and is standing behind him.*

TH: Oh no!

JK: Oh yes Hoss, night night Michaels.

*Castle unloads with the Endgame punch, catching Jono square in the face, sending blood flying out of his nose and dropping him to the mat.*

JK: Tables have turned Hoss.

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*But Jono, looking to Sara, powers out, refusing to quit. This time Castle is the one to look surprised.*

TH: So the champion was finished was he King? Complete crap! There’s still plenty of fight left in him.

*Castle is slumped on his knees in the centre of the ring, Jono is stirring, lying on his side, blood pouring from his nose. Sara slaps the apron, urging her husband on. Jono picks himself up. Castle’s face goes grim with determination. He grabs Jono in a front facelock and drives his head into the mat with a DDT. He picks himself up again, and this time climbs through the ropes, and scales the turnbuckles.*

TH: Oh Christ, this is going to be bad.

JK: Castle never goes up to the top - and he’s got a bad leg. This isn’t going to end well.

*Castle reaches the top, but struggles to balance, perched precariously on the uppermost turnbuckle. Sara again bangs on the apron, imploring Jono to get to his feet. Looking at his wife, Jono summons up the strength to get to his feet. Castle is still trying to gain his balance, and Jono takes advantage.8

TH: Looks like Castle’s gamble ain’t gonna pay off King.

JK: I think they’re both spent Hoss. Next guy to make a mistake loses it.

*Jono gut punches Castle, crotching him on the top turnbuckle, causing him to shout out in pain again. Jono climbs up the ropes himself, punching Castle twice, then grabbing him in a front facelock.*

TH: I think he’s gonna DDT him off that top rope - that’s gotta finish him off.

*Jono loops Castle’s arm over his head.*

JK: Nah he’s gonna superplex him Hoss, but I think you’re right, that’s gonna be it.

*Jono tries to haul Castle over his shoulder, but the bigger man blocks the move, and instead stands up, and lifts Jono into the air himself.*

TH: Oh Jesus, what the Hell is this?

JK: I don’t know, but it’s gonna be good!

*Castle leaps forward and, with Jono lifted up in a vertical suplex position, leaps off the top rope and drives The champion’s head into the canvas.*

TH: Oh mah Gawd, he’s broken his neck - he has to have done, look at that impact!

JK: I’ve never seen anything like that before - that was probably the most brutal move I’ve ever seen.

*Castle, out on his feet, makes the cover.*

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*The crowd begin to boo. Sara climbs into the ring to assist her stricken husband as Castle lies on his back, spent. Children start to cry and parents hold them close as Michael Muffer puts the mic to his lips.*

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and new WWCF World Champion - Frank Castle, “The Punisher!”

JK: Well he proved it Hoss - tonight, there was no happy ending for Jonathan Michaels, or for any of these ham and eggers in the crowd.

TH: That was one of the most hard fought contests I’ve ever seen, both men gave it their all, I’m just angry that this…this…monster has taken the World Title.

*The referee hands Castle the belt, and he struggles to his feet. Sara continues to tend to her husband. As Castle celebrates with the title though, a masked man comes into the ring from the crowd. *

TH: Wait a minute, what the Hell is this? Who’s this guy?

JK: I doubt he’s here for the popcorn Hoss.

*The man has a steel chair in hand and nails Castle over the back of the head with it. He nails him two more times while he’s down before grabbing his cellphone out of his pocket. He snaps a picture with the phone’s camera, stuff it back into a pocket, then holds 9 fingers in the air before lowering one finger to 8.*

JK: Who the Hell is this guy? Is he nuts?

TH: Hell of a way to get the new champion’s attention though isn’t it?

*The masked man then grabs hold of Sara’s wrist and throws her through the ropes where she bashes her head on the floor. He then looms over Jono and places the edge of the chair over his throat, then slams it down into Jono‘s oesophagus. As Jono rolls around, holding his throat, the masked man grabs his cell phone and takes another picture. He then shows 8 fingers and lowers one finger down to 7.*

TH: This is reprehensible, we gotta get some help out here!

JK: You’re prayers are gonna get answered Hoss, here comes the cavalry.

*Suddenly, both members of the Equalizers and Viva Inc. run down to the ring. The masked man takes off through the crowd as the members of both stables pursue him.*

TH: Who the Hell would be stupid enough to attack both The Equalizers and Viva?

JK: It's just come to me, in a flash of inspiration! Isn’t it obvious Hoss?

TH: No, please enlighten us King!

JK: Who’s been a thorn in the side of The Equalizers? Who’s been trying to teach Viva and his boys a lesson? Don’t you think this guy might have a “Majority Shareholding” in both of those ideas?

TH: You gotta be kidding?

JK: Maybe he wasn’t finished with Aaron Enigma, and now he’s getting his claws into a few other people as well?

*Members of both stables chase after the masked man. The only two who stay are the King of WrestleCrap winner, Ryan Blood and the Hardcore Champion of Honour Viva, who check on their stablemates and look at each other with hatred.*

TH: Folks, we have a cameraman in the back, let’s see if we can go there right now, if we don‘t rejoin you, thanks for watching, and we‘ll see you on NiteRaw, but let‘s see what‘s happening back there...

*The scene cuts to the lobby where the masked man is sprinting towards the fire stairs with Viva Inc and The Equalizers in hot pursuit. Barrelling down the steps, the masked man makes it to the parking lot and climbs into a waiting car as the fastest members of the two groups, Connor and Dupoe, make it through the door first, only to see the car speed way. The rest arrive and stare one another down as the car screeches out into the night...*

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Credits: BoilerRoomBrawler, Connor Mackenzie, Gus Richlen, The Punisher