World Wrestlecrap Federation Thread 44

[Viva]

A note to voters. The scale of 1-10 is for every single match from this point forward. Just because I didn't put the disclaimer in doesn't mean that we aren't voting that way. Unless specified directly, you will vote every match on the 1-10 scale.

Thanks.

[Connor Mackenzie]

Just finishing up commentary and I shall have the match in.

[Mr. Socko's Brother]

Feb 12, 2012 17:04:39 GMT -5 Viva said:

Votes are being counted. Sorry for the delay. I'll have results in about 20 minutes. Who's writing what?

I'm writing Dupoe vs. El Hombre De Jazz, so any time you want to send me the result I can get it done.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Feb 12, 2012 17:42:44 GMT -5 Viva said:

A note to voters. The scale of 1-10 is for every single match from this point forward. Just because I didn't put the disclaimer in doesn't mean that we aren't voting that way. Unless specified directly, you will vote every match on the 1-10 scale.

Thanks.

This has been reflected in the first post for weeks now, by the way. Maybe we should disclaim for the next few months though, for thorough adjustment.

That said I'd like to remind all match writers that there are some standards set now and they are in the first post. Familiarize yourselves with them and make sure that your matches conform to them. I will keep reminding everyone of this until it is ingrained.

["Handsome" Whitey Fats]

Feb 13, 2012 0:44:04 GMT -5 BoilerRoomBrawler said:

Feb 12, 2012 17:42:44 GMT -5 Viva said:

A note to voters. The scale of 1-10 is for every single match from this point forward. Just because I didn't put the disclaimer in doesn't mean that we aren't voting that way. Unless specified directly, you will vote every match on the 1-10 scale.

Thanks.

This has been reflected in the first post for weeks now, by the way. Maybe we should disclaim for the next few months though, for thorough adjustment.

That said I'd like to remind all match writers that there are some standards set now and they are in the first post. Familiarize yourselves with them and make sure that your matches conform to them. I will keep reminding everyone of this until it is ingrained.

...I don't think I followed a single writing rule.


My bad.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Feb 13, 2012 13:10:35 GMT -5 "Handsome" Whitey Fats said:

Feb 13, 2012 0:44:04 GMT -5 BoilerRoomBrawler said:

This has been reflected in the first post for weeks now, by the way. Maybe we should disclaim for the next few months though, for thorough adjustment.

That said I'd like to remind all match writers that there are some standards set now and they are in the first post. Familiarize yourselves with them and make sure that your matches conform to them. I will keep reminding everyone of this until it is ingrained.

...I don't think I followed a single writing rule.


My bad.

I think you sent your match before I posted the new standards. No worries this time.

[Mr. Socko's Brother]

BRB, do you have the Hombre/Dupoe result?

EDIT: Got the result, now to get the match finished...

EDIT AGAIN: And sent.

[Deleted]

How close is the show to being ready?

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Feb 13, 2012 21:41:07 GMT -5 @wordlifeecw said:

How close is the show to being ready?

Hoo boy... Not at all.

[Deleted]

Feb 13, 2012 21:55:43 GMT -5 BoilerRoomBrawler said:

Feb 13, 2012 21:41:07 GMT -5 @wordlifeecw said:

How close is the show to being ready?

Hoo boy... Not at all.

OK.

You know why I'm asking.

[Viva]

Alright, my work here is done. I think. Unless BRB asks me to do something else.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Feb 13, 2012 22:35:13 GMT -5 Viva said:

Alright, my work here is done. I think. Unless BRB asks me to do something else.

Yep, the current situation is out of your hands for now. I have many pieces of this week's Niteraw, but I haven't begun to assemble it all together.

I'll keep the WWCF Galaxy up to date on progress though.

[Viva]

Feb 13, 2012 23:40:45 GMT -5 BoilerRoomBrawler said:

Feb 13, 2012 22:35:13 GMT -5 Viva said:

Alright, my work here is done. I think. Unless BRB asks me to do something else.

Yep, the current situation is out of your hands for now. I have many pieces of this week's Niteraw, but I haven't begun to assemble it all together.

I'll keep the WWCF Galaxy up to date on progress though.

Don't stress too hard, man. We knew this week was going to be a massive undertaking.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Feb 13, 2012 23:41:59 GMT -5 Viva said:

Feb 13, 2012 23:40:45 GMT -5 BoilerRoomBrawler said:

Yep, the current situation is out of your hands for now. I have many pieces of this week's Niteraw, but I haven't begun to assemble it all together.

I'll keep the WWCF Galaxy up to date on progress though.

Don't stress too hard, man. We knew this week was going to be a massive undertaking.

It really ain't no thang.

I have one word for everybody: Promomania. This show might set a record for member contributions. I don't want to be cornball, but we should be proud of this upcoming show in terms of contribution. I hope it sets new standards.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

[glow=gray,2,300]
Greetings WWCF Galaxy.

This is your Majority Shareholder.

January 30th, 2012...

A day which will live in infamy.

Three weeks ago the WWCF lost a valuable member of the WWCF Roster.

"The Head Detective," Aaron Enigma, tragically plunged to his death in the Parts Unknown River shortly after leaving the Parts Unknown Hospital.

Tonight the WWCF Galaxy will mourn this once great star and it will not rest until the real killers are found.

This has been your Majority Shareholder.
[/glow]



[glow=red,2,300]NITERAW[/glow]

*Backstage, Ryan Blood is fuming in front of a camera, dressed in jeans and a WWCF hoodie.*

RB: All right you piece of shit, I told you that you would regret it if you didn't do your best to silence me real fast, and you ignored my warning.

Well, I know whose face is under the mask.

I know your name, "Majority Shareholder"!

Aaron investigated thoroughly, and the Head Detective always got results! And my friend, the Wind-up Monkey--

*The Wind-up Monkey climbs into the shot and sits on Blood's shoulder*

W-uM: Hello.

*He waves with a cymbaled paw*

RB: --yes, this guy--he read Aaron's mind before his fatal car crash, and he knows what Aaron knew, meaning that I know it. And what better way to pay tribute to the memory of a friend, what better way to pay tribute to the memory of a comrade-in-arms, than to finish the last thing he was working on before tragedy struck? Than to do what he was planning to, and reveal that the Majority Shareholder is none other than--

*Suddenly, Blood is interrupted by the muffled sound of "Pick Up The Phone" by Dragonette from inside his pocket. He pulls his phone out, looks down at it...and suddenly looks shocked. He wordlessly walks out of the shot, the Wind-up Monkey trying to position himself in a way to read the text while not falling off of Ryan*

*Cut to the Parts Unknown arena, where a closed casket is placed on the side of the Niteraw stage with a large portrait of Aaron Enigma himself behind it.*

TH: Welcome WWCF Galaxy to a rather somber edition of Niteraw. I'm "Gorilla" Tim Hoss, and with me as always is Jesse King.

JK: Yep.

TH: As everyone knows by now, the Inter-Forums Champion, "the Head Detective" Aaron Enigma, has passed away. It was tragic, and the sorrow can be felt in the air tonight.

JK: And we invite everyone to take a moment of silence, even if Gus Richlen isn't wrestling tonight.

TH: King...

JK: Sorry, sorry. Let's get the show rolling. I think we all need to raise our spirits.

*The Sam walks out with the Great Warrior and the Badd Brothers...*


The Sam: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is The Sam, and I am the General Manager of WWCF. And tonight we remember the life of Aaron Enigma. Aaron and I were the closest of friends. I remember when I won the WWCF Interforum title, and became the greatest Interforum champion of all time, that Aaron came up to me and said "Wow Mr. The Sam. One day I hope to be as great as a wrestler as you one day." But as we all know, I am the greatest wrestler of all time, so the mere idea that someone like Aaron could be as good as me at anything is pretty laughable. But I amused him, because that's what good friends do. So I ruffled his hair and signed an 8x10 for him and told him that one day his bed wetting problem will probably go away on it's own and that I would not mention his bed wetting problem to anyone. Because he was a bed wetter...he wet his bed...with urine...constantly.

I remember the way he would do things, and stuff, sometimes together.

But now it is time to move on. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Aaron you're dead to us now.

Thank you ladies and gentlemen, my name is The Sam and I am your General Manager.

*The Sam leaves with his entourage.*

TH: Those were some... poignant words from our General Manager...[/color]

JK: They clearly came from the heart though, Hoss. We all grieve differently.[/color]

*Wake Up - Rage Against the Machine*

TH: And when it rains it pours...

Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the WWCF World Champion: Frank Castle - The Punisher!

JK: Don't be like that either, Hoss.

*Frank Castle appears at the top of the ramp. Over his shoulder is the WWCF World Championship.*

JK: Frank Castle earned the strap over his shoulder tonight. He defeated Jonathan Michaels fair and square last week at Lord of the Ring.

TH: It was a real barnburner, that's for sure.

*Castle doesn’t smile or play to the crowd. He makes his way to the ring, silently stepping over the top rope and walking to the centre of the ring.*

Frank Castle: Well, well, well. It seems like there was no happy ending after all was there? That’s what I came out to teach all of you last week, that being the guy who everyone loves doesn’t mean that you should get everything you want. I’m the guy you all hated. I’m the guy who took on your hero and destroyed him, and here I am, with the top prise, with the championship that everyone in this organisation covets.

*Boos*

FC: I didn’t come to this company to win a World Title. I came here to find my wife, only to discover that she didn’t want to be found. You know what that taught me? That even if you try your hardest, even if you do the right thing, even if you try and teach people the difference between right and wrong, it doesn’t get you anywhere, because you don’t get what you want. The only way you get what you want is if you destroy everything in your path, and show people along the way, that this ridiculous stereotype of being the smiling, happy, cocky, Adonis doesn’t deserve to have the prize. I wanted my wife back, more than this title, more than anything in the world, but then I saw that this, this belt, was the epitome of what people wanted the most. I had to show them. I had to set an example. While this was in the hands of Jonathan Michaels, it became a fashion accessory, a status symbol to show how brilliant you were. I had to take that away from him, and show all of you, that you don’t get happy endings in real life.

*More boos*

FC: In real life, the bad guys win, people don’t pull their punches, the scumbag takes your wallet and the police don’t do a damn thing. The ladies man gets your girl while you get dumped. The cheat beats you at cards and you don’t win your money back. There’s no point you all pretending that this ends any other way. I hope I’ve taught you all that by beating your hero, which brings me to someone else who got what they wanted last night, a coward who couldn’t even show his face…

*DOA*

*Jonathan Michaels angrily strides to ringside and climbs into the ring, mic in hand.

He glares at Castle, then slowly extends his other hand.*

I'm a man, I lost last night, now shake my damned hand.

*Castle looks at Jonathan quizzically, then finally shakes his hand.*

JoNo: Understand one thing, Frank, you beat me last night and took my title.

You did NOT take my career, my legacy, my dignity, my pride, my family or my life.

And rest assured, sooner or later, that belt WILL be mine again.

But right now, Castle, you're the least of my problems.

Last week after you and I had the fight of our lives, some pathetic coward in a mask attacked the both of us.

You and I both know he works for the Majority Shareholder, that is, if he isn't the Majority Shareholder himself.

Matter of fact, I received a text earlier this evening about this scumbag, and frankly, I'm disgusted.

The thing is, Castle, you hate me, and I hate you, but we still have the respect for one another to fight each other like men.

This piece of garbage is too scared to face us, instead he pulls cowardly sneak attacks, and I know that one thing we can agree on is we both want to beat the crap out of this punk.

But this isn't about some guy attacking from behind, this is about the future of this company, Frank.

I mean, have you seen this garbage he's pulling, an ANIMATED PPV?

I mean, there's been a lot of weird stuff around here, but this is the most ridiculous crap I've ever seen, next thing you know, he'll have us dressing like clowns or in drag or mascots.

This company used to be about actual wrestling, people watch us because we put on the best matches in this business, because we're the most skilled wrestlers in this industry, but the Majority Shareholder seems to be hellbent on turning this company into a damned joke.

If he keeps this up, we'll be the laughingstocks of this business, our careers will be over.

And that's if we're lucky, because we saw what he did to Aaron, he didnt just end Aaron's career, he ended his LIFE.

And that's why we need to take this son of a bitch out once and for all.

You may not be familiar with my history, Frank, but a long time ago, I was the Hardcore Champion, and Seth Drakin was intent on eliminating the entire Hardcore division, and even after I lost the belt, I still did everything in my power to save the division from being destroyed.

But this time, Castle, this time it isn't just one title, this isn't just one division, this is about the entire World Wrestlecrap Federation.

Frank, you beat me to become WWCF Champion, but if you don't join me in stopping the Majority Shareholder, there won't be a company for you to be champion of.

All you've done will have been for nothing.

So are you willing to put our differences aside and join me in saving this company?

FC: I think I proved the other night that I can handle this guy myself Michaels, which makes me think you're the one who's worried here. I took everything from you, like I said I would, and I can take everything from him too, and neither her, or anyone else, is going to take this title from me.

*Suddenly, a closeup shot of Ryan Blood appears on the CrapTron!*

RB: Frank, I haven't forgotten about you, although to be honest I've been a little preoccupied tonight. Make no mistake, though: nothing would make me happier than finishing what we started a few weeks ago and taking that World Heavyweight Championship away from you in the process!

But let me tell you a little bit about what you're going up against, even if you already have an idea.

You mention being an Adonis. Nobody's ever gonna mistake me for, say, a young Jesse Ventura.

You mention being smiley and happy. Not what I'd call my default emotional state, really, although putting you in a wheelchair the rest of your life would put a big ol' smile on my face.

You mention being cocky. Cocky? Yeah okay, maybe I am. But apart from that, what kind of resemblance is there between me and this fictional clean-cut boyscout caricature you claim to be better than?

Zero.

You managed a victory against Jonathan Michaels, Frank, although despite your best efforts you weren't able to put him in a hospital bed, and he also knocked out some more of your teeth--speaking of which, do you just keep growing new ones or WHAT? But I digress. You had this retarded idea that Jono was the same kind of character as some dork who pretended to be a marine, who wore jorts and baseball caps and oversized t-shirts, who made lame-ass jokes that for some reason people thought were funny, who was a stereotypical "good guy"...you know what, f*** this dancing around and not mentioning guys in other promotions: you assumed he was like John Cena. Jonathan Michaels is not like John Cena; he's a hell of a lot more dangerous and a hell of a lot smarter, and if you don't realize that after your battles with him dating back to your debut in the WWCF then you, sir, are a goddamn moron.

And me? I have even less in common with Cena than Jono does. Because y'see Frank, where Jono hesitated to blast you with that chair--not because he gives a s*** about you, mind, but because he wanted to retain his title cleanly--I would've happily wrapped it around your head, over and over and OVER until the ref and security and the boys in the back and whoever it took pulled me off!

Shattering your skull and losing by DQ would've been worth it, Frank...having people talk about how I didn't beat you clean would've been worth it, Frank...because that's how much I hate your f***ing guts, Frank. And that's why you're losing that title, either because I beat you for it, or because I injure you so horribly that you won't be able to defend it any more...

*As Blood trails off, the CrapTron goes black again...*

TH: Strong words from the 2012 King of Wrestlecrap, Ryan Blood. He means business, but could his ally, the former World Heavyweight Champion, Jonathan Michaels, have a point? Is the real enemy the Majority Shareholder?

JK: Well, they better hope that the Head Detective left some notes, because the mystery cont-

*The lights suddenly go out...*

JK: What in the?

*Words appear on the Craptron.*

10 Little Wrestlers look to shine
One misses out and then there were nine

9 Little Wrestlers picking up a crate
One hurt his back and then there were eight

8 Little Wrestlers counting to eleven
One lost his voice and then there were seven

7 Little Wrestlers looking for a fix
One got sick and then there were six

6 Little Wrestlers want to drive
One crashes and then there were five

5 Little Wrestlers going on tour
One hurt his leg and then there were four

4 Little Wrestlers climb up a tree
One falls off and then there were three

3 Little Wrestlers making a brew
One is blinded and then there were two

2 Little Wrestlers not having any fun
One hurt their head and then there was one

1 Little Wrestler sees the game is done
I reveal myself and then there were none

*Suddenly, a still is shown of Aaron Enigma beaten down backstage two weeks ago, then stills of The Punisher and Jonathan Michaels after the assaults on them from Lord of the Ring*

Three have fallen...

Seven To Go...

One More Will Fall Tonight

*The lights come back on.*

TH: What the hell was that?

JK: I don't know... but I know one thing, this proves the Majority Shareholder was not behind Aaron Enigma's attack a month ago!

TH: It does no such thing. Have you ever heard of a red herring?

JK: Sorry, but I am not a fan of seafood.

TH: [sighs] It's time for a commercial break. Stay tuned as two newcomers square off when we return with Niteraw.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

TH: Welcome back from the commercial break, WWCF Galaxy. The plot has just thickened, and the shockwaves of Aaron Enigma's death are already emanating, but could a new challenger have appeared? Is the Majority Shareholder not to blame for the recent string of assaults?

JK: I'm telling you that that is the case. It's all about motivation and benefits, Gorilla. I read that in a Batman comic once - makes sense.

TH: Well hopefully we will find out in the weeks to come, as well as where this "new" mystery man will strike.

JK: But until then, it's time to debut two new, young stars in the company. I guess it's "out with the old, in with the new" tonight.

TH: That's right, one of these young men, Paul Rigsby, already resides in the ring as he awaits one Johan "Northern Rage" Hjalmerson. These men are effectively replacing Aaron Enigma, and they will have quite the boots to fit into. Let's get to the action.

[glow=red,2,300]Paul Rigsby vs Johan “Northern Rage” Hjalmerson[/glow]

The arena is dark, the audience Is buzzing slightly from exitement. In the ring stands Paul Rigsby, A braweler and a bully, the man tries to look the part. Gritted teeth, punching in the air as he limbers up. Then the drums start. The riff comes next and out comes a giant of a man. Eyes wild and two punches in the air as a large pop up pyro goes in the air, the fire forming a horned helmet. The magic of animation to be sure. Rushing down the ramp with a surprising amount of speed, the man from the north wastes no time in getting to his prey. His muscles bulging like something out of a japanese series.

Paul who is taken a back by the sudden ferocity, throws a punch against his aggressor. The punch does not seem to face Hjamerson to much as he immediately grabs the man and whips into the corner. Staggering out from it the man immediately eats a massive running knee lift that seemingly takes his head off. Before he can even fall on his face the man is wrung into the opposite corner again as Johan works himself into a frenzy with a series of lariats against his cornered opponent. Paul stumbles out of the corner and falls on his face in a rather comedic fashion.

“Get up!” The massive northerner growls as his hands wrap around Pauls head, pulling the man to his feet. Groggily Paul throws a punch that connects with the viking. Hjamerson takes a step back, holding his face. Then he starts to laugh and punches Paul back. The poor man is visibly rocked by the 1-2 combinations that Hjalmerson is landing. Suddenly, pivoting his massive frame around, the Northern Rage that is Johan Hjalmerson hits a spinning back hand. Paul staggers around the ring, desperately trying to get his bearings back as Hjalmerson measures him up. As Paul staggers towards him, Hjalmerson punches the man in the stomach before forcefully wringing the man up into the air and dropping him with a savage looking power bomb. Standing above him, screaming and cursing at his downed opponent the Norther Rage lets out a loud victory cry fitting of his Moniker. Seemingly calming down from his near berserk state of mind, he waves for a official to get him a mic.

“Now I didn't come here to waste anybodies time. There is to much hot air as it is here. To many weaklings running their mouth. Me? I came here to make a statement and tonight... Tonight I flattened some poor sod who figured he might take out the new guy. But I got news for anyone like him, and everyone sitting in the back, polishing their shiny metal scraps. I dont care for your petty attempts at climbing the ladder. I don't care about your prizes or titles, I care not for your claims of greatness, because as long as I breath, I fight And If I can fight, I can hurt every single one of you. And If I can hurt you, I could care less. I will take anyone on, regardless of your stature, strength or previous accomplishments, And I will destroy you,”

*Cut to Backstage, where we see The Sam, The Great Warrior and The Badd Brothers standing around. Jerry Fish approaches*

Jerry Fish: Excuse me gentlemen, may I have a moment of your time?

The Sam: Oh Jerry, it's you. Come on in, we were just about to celebrate another excellent PPV. Courtesy of your General Manager, The Sam.

JF: The internet is going ballistic sir after that main event...

The Sam: Could you pass me that bottle of champagne Jerry?

JF: It's pronounced sham-pain.

*Jerry hands the bottle to The Sam who pours four glasses.*

The Sam: Whatever, anyway your question Jerry?

JF: A lot of people are claiming that the masked man that interfered during the main event is the majority shareholder. Do you care to comment?

The Sam: That's impossible Jerry, I was on the phone with the Majority Shareholder during the entire show. Except during Warriors match. The majority shareholder was quite shocked about that masked man and has asked me to find out who it was.

*The Sam hands out the glasses to the Badd Brothers and Warrior as well as himself.*

JK: Can I have a glass?

The Sam: Sorry, only four glasses...

Gentlemen, here is to another succesful PPV and to-

*Warrior drinks his champagne before the speech is over*

The Sam: Warrior, you're supposed to wait until I've said cheers. What am I paying all the elocution...Warrior? Are you even listening?...Warrior?

*The Great Warrior suddenly collapses and foaming from the mouth. Everyone, including the camera crew stops and calls for emergency. The camera cuts to black as The Sam, the Badd Brothers, Jerry and several other people try to revive the Warrior.*

JK: The Mystery Man has struck again!

TH: I do struggle to wonder why the Majority Shareholder would target such a direct employee. You might be right, King...

JK: Of course I'm right!

*"White Washed" hits as the orderlies and Mary Harper walk Marshall Wesley Coventry down to the ring. Once there, they undo the arms of his straitjacket before he and Harper enter the ring and the orderlies surround it. Coventry takes a mic:*

MWC: Many of you are probably wondering why I am out here in spite of the fact that I do not have a match. My reasons were stated last week, but I feel that now is the time for me to explain myself further.

Obviously, part of what I wanted to do was to unmask this masked man that has been running around and creating havoc. As it turns out, he appears to be too afraid to try and assault me. Meaning that I will not be able to do everyone a favor and expose him in front of the whole world.

And then, of course, our "Majority Shareholder" appears to have heard about what I said and has also decided to not show his face.

Leaving me with only one item of business to attend to.

For the past few months, a certain gang of thugs has been doing everything within their power to ruin people's lives and careers. Now, normally I would have a complete indifference to this sort of thing, but when the only people I give a damn about are being negatively affected by this, it is time for me to speak my mind.

Vincent Van Agony and his two sidekicks are the types of people that would not fit in well at the mental hospital. Vokoun and Castle think that they can push everyone around, but the fact of the matter is that there have been people like them that have tried to take control in the yard and I have put them in their place in the hierarchy, which is to say quite a distance below me.

Van Agony, however, would be the chew toy. People like him who try to be bullies are the bottom rung, because even the worst of us do not like and do not respect people like Vincent Van Agony.

He has no respect for anyone, including all of you. While I could honestly care less what you people think of me, I at least feel that way because I am unaffected by what you say or think. I do not despise you, unlike the members of ViVA, Inc..

But Vincent Van Agony, sooner or later, someone, whether it be me or Gus Richlen or somebody else, is going to make you begin showing them respect. And when that happens, you can be sure that it will be a lesson that you can never forget.

*Coventry drops the mic and exits the ring, the orderlies and Harper surrounding him. His face is as emotionless as when he first entered.*

TH: And there goes the enigmatic, possibly psychotic associate of Gus Richlen, Marshall Wesley Coventry. Whose side is he on?

JK: Well, not Commissioner ViVA, that's for sure.

TH: Is Coventry going to act on Gus Richlen's behalf? Is he a vicious bulldog that Gus Richlen is glad wasn't put down?

JK: Well, if one crazy wasn't enough, we got another coming up after these commercials, as Doctor Demento squares off against Connor Mackenzie after these commercials!

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

[glow=red,2,300]Connor Mackenzie versus Doctor Demento[/glow]

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is to determine the number one contender for the WWCF TV Title! Introducing first...

*TRON Legacy R3CONF1GUR3D - 02 - Fall*

TH: And here comes a man coming off of what can be described as a heartfelt performance last week. The Digital Dragon looks to avenge that loss and perhaps challenge the TV title holder.

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. Once at the ring he slides under the bottom rope then climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Once up, he pulls back his hood and lets out a yell, the arena lighting coming back to normal. Taking off his cloak, he sports a chain with a dragon pendant that he takes off before rolling back to the floor to give to a fan then gets back in the ring, stretching himself out a bit before the bell.

MM: And his opponent...

JK: Not if his opponent has anything to say about it Hoss.

*Let's All Get Demented*

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

Two orderlies wheel Dr. Demento down to ringside, unfastening straps and "releasing" him before quickly making their way to the back. Demento removes his facemask, tossing it to the crowd before looking to face Connor who is sporting the AE armband on his arm.

JK: No matter how many times I see him, this still gives me the heebie-jeebies.

TH: On that we can certainly agree, King. Doctor Demento coming off an astonishing performance of his own last week in that four way match that saw Viva become both the Hardcore and Champion of Honor.

Referee Lloyd McFloyd checks the two men over and calls for the bell. As Connor moves in to look for a lock up Demento meets him with a quick right before whipping Connor with an irish whip into the ropes.

TH: And a quick start we are off to with Demento taking the offense early.

JK: Haha! I can't wait to see Mackenzie lose another one. It would just be icing on the cake.

Rebounding off the opposing ropes, Demento goes for a spear but Connor leaps over him, spinning in the air in an acrobatic move that surprises Demento as he quickly gets back to his feet and both men stare each other down and begin to circle the ring quickly.

TH: And what an amazing move from Mackenzie. Were I you King, I would hold off on any predictions just yet.

Meeting in the middle once again, Connor gets in a quick kick to Demento's mid-section followed by a clubbing blow to his back before moving towards the ropes, rebounding off. Connor jumps into the air, arm out for a leaping clothesline but Demento catches his opponent and uses the momentum to follow through and hit a cross armbreaker. Connor rolls to his side, clutching his shoulder as Demento grins wickedly.

TH: What a sickening impact there. Demento seeming to be taking pleasure in that.

JK: Hell, I'm taking pleasure in just watching him ground the dragon.

Stalking Connor, Demento starts giving stomps to Connor's shoulder repeatedly. As Connor lays prone, Demento moves over him, setting him up for a Full Nelson Camel Clutch. Connor writes as Demento works in the clutch, a maniacal grin on his face as he leans back.

JK: Make him tap!

TH: Demento certainly with a meanstreak here tonight folks. He's wrenching Mackenzie's neck back considerably.

Connor refuses to give in as Demento's face shows his disdain for his opponent. Connor however, gets his legs under him and starts to slowly try and crawl towards the ropes. Demento shakes his head and as Connor manages to start to reach out, Demento hits the back of Connor's head with a headbutt, then another and then a third.

TH: Dear lord what impact! One has to wonder how Demento doesn't himself get phased from that?!

JK: I wonder if he's got a metal plate in his skull? If so, I wonder if he gets any interference when he uses a cell phone?

Connor slumps down as Demento releases the hold before Connor reaches the rope, giving Connor another stomp before moving to pick up his opponent. Demento irish whips Connor into a corner and moves to the opposing corner, getting himself psyched up and then getting a running start. Leaping into the air, Demento goes for a bicycle kick but Connor manages to spin out of the way. Hitting the turnbuckle hard, Demento manages to get his feet caught as Connor manages to take a moment to collect himself before launching himself off of a rope beside Demento and hit him with a slingshot dropkick to the face.

TH: Demento going for that bicycle kick but there's no one home! And Mackenzie with some inspirational offense with that sickening dropkick to Demento! Perhaps taking an oppurtunity to give Demento some of his own medicine?

JK: Demento might have gotten cocky there but we've seen him come back from worse on more then one occasion.

Demento slumps, his feet finally coming loose as he falls onto the mat. Connor rolls backwards and gets to his feet before moving to get Demento back up. Once on his feet, Connor lifts Demento up, hitting an inverted atomic drop. Demento winces and stumbles to the ropes, holding his midsection. Connor follows up with a hard chop to Demento's chest which sends Demento to the mat.

JK: Ack! I hate it when he does that!

TH: Those knife edge chops a staple of the Digital Dragon's offense and certainly effective in getting any point across.

JK: Yeah but what good is it if he doesn't follow up?

Connor favours his shoulder, checking it after giving the chop but moves back towards Demento, getting him to his feet. Letting out a yell, Connor wraps an arm around Demento's neck, getting ready to give a BSOD but Demento brings an elbow down onto Connor's shoulder, causing him to let go and take a step back. As Connor looks up he is met with a rolling elbow that sends him to the mat.

JK: Haha! Demento knowing where to strike now. Mackenzie's shoulder is his achilles heel!

TH: While I would normally point out King's medical prowess is nearly non-existent he seems to have a point here. Demento has certainly given Mackenzie by focusing on that shoulder tonight.

Following up quickly, Demento gets Connor back up and gives a quick kick to the gut. Demento begins to set Connor up for the Doctor's Orders but Connor lifts up in an attempt to give a back body drop to Demento.

TH: Demento looking to perhaps try and finish things off here but Mackenzie powering out!

JK: Don't look now Hoss but I told you so.

Connor breathes a sigh of relief but doesn't see that Demento managed to flip through and land on his feet. Before Connor knows it, he is locked into a tazzmission in the middle of the ring. Demento holds on tight, pulling Connor down to the mat as Connor strains against Demento's hold.

JK: Haha! Told you! He's got that locked in picture perfect! Eat it Mackenzie!

TH: Mackenzie is certainly in a heap of trouble! Demento showing that the Media Blackout is in full effect!

Trying to strain and reach out Connor continues to fight until his motions start to slow. After almost a minute Connor stops moving and referee Lloyd McFloyd checks his arm. Raising it once, it falls. Giving a "1" count, McFloyd lifts the arm again only to have it fall. "2!" Raising the arm once more, McFloyd lets go and the arm falls to the mat. "3!" McFloyd calls for the bell and then calls for Demento to let go of the hold. At the count of 4, Demento lets go, grinning wickedly as his arm is raised up.

TH: He did it! Demento has done! Mackenzie is out and Demento is moving on to challenge for the TV title!

JK: And I've seen Mackenzie beaten for the second week in a row. Haha!

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of KO, the "King Of All Media," Doctor Demento!

TH: Looks like the King of All Media is on the comeback trail, King.

JK: Can he take back the TV Title for his own next week? I guess we'll find out. And what will Brian Alexander do about this?

TH: He's probably busy training for The Animated PPV.

JK: I think it's clear that he will defeat Doctor Demento. He's representing Eastern animation. Dragonball Z, Berserk, Gurren Lagann, the list goes on and on - what could Western animation possibly offer to match that?

TH: I never would have pegged you for a Japanimation fan.

JK: Anime, Hoss. Anime.

TH: It's all cartoons to me. While Doctor Demento now has the chance to reclaim the TV Title, let's cut to the man, the mentor, of the current TV Champion, Ryan "Jazzman" Bergman, with a special message...

*Ryan Bergman appears on the CrapTron...*

Ryan Bergman: It's weird man, it's hard to be in a celebratory mood because there's been a death in the family and I can't help but feel a little responsible. Aaron Enigma is dead because I wanted closure and that's something I have to live with.

I'm sure that you all remember when Aaron beat for the world title and it was a decision I wasn't happy with then and really not happy with in the aftermath when he disappeared. That anger never really died until I went searching for forgiveness, we move on in life, the mysteries of it all unravel and we are left holding onto only memories.

You see, I asked Aaron to come back. I found him and asked him what happened and why it went down the way it did. I didn't have to find a way from him to get back here, but I went out of my way to do it and yet here we are, our beef has been squashed and I'm a better person for it.

But I can't help but feel responsible for this, if I could have just let it go, Aaron would have been left to live in piece and now, now he's no longer here.

So goodbye mystery man, goodbye Aaron, until we meet again on the other side, 'round midnight.

[glow=red,2,300]Barry Toledo versus Whitey Fats[/glow]

They return to the ring and Barry Toledo is already in the ring,



*No Love - Eminem feat. Lil Wayne


Walks out with a mahogany pimp cane, fireworks when he poses holding his pimp cane over his head, with his valet, Cynnamon, clapping. When they get in the ring, Cynnamon hangs off of Whitey, while five burst of pyro shoot out of the ring posts. Whitey looks around, and whispers in Cynnamon's ear, and she walks to the back.

He stalks to the ring, visibly enraged, and stares at his opponent until the bell rings. Whitey locks up with Toledo, and shoots him to the corner.

Stinger Splash connects, and Whitey sends Toledo to the ropes and bounces off the opposite ropes.

SHINING WIZARD!

He picks Toledo up, kicks him in the stomach, and lifts him up.


PHATSDRIVER!

He pins hims, having not broken a sweat.

He stands. and leans over the ropes, and calls for a microphone.


A masked man, about Whitey's height, appears, and slides into the ring with a chair. He creeps up behind Whitey, and slams the chair down on his back. Whitey falls to the ground, and vicious head shot follows. And another. And another. Whitey is busted wide open, the blood flowing down his face.

The masked man smiles, and hits him again. And again. And again.

Referees and security start running out, and the Masked man quickly picks Whitey up. MONKEY'S PAW.

Whitey is left bloody and unconscious, as the masked man runs away, though the crowd.*

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

*Commissioner Vincent Van Agony stands on the stage by Aaron Enigma’s casket. He bears the Hardcore and Honor belts, mic in hand…*

ViVA: Wow. Who'd have thought? Who the f***, in this entire f***ing building, would have thought? Honestly? I can't even speak on it, check out this career retrospective, because honestly, the footage speaks louder than words.

*Footage comes on the screen, depicting Viva Los Bio Dome's win over Koda to become the first ever WWCF Heatz!!1 Champion, then his first tag team title reign with The Resistance, his second run with Strykerdarksilence in the Resistance, the footage then bleeds into his first heel turn, dismantling Strykerdarksilence, and ending his career. The footage then shows his dismantling of Ganzo Bomb, and an evil laugh surges through the Awesometron. The footage then cuts slowly into his destruction of Aaron Enigma, which had him out of commission for a year. We then see his delightful run as WWCF World Heavyweight Champion.*

WOAH! Fast forward! Nobody wants to see this part.

*The package quickly goes through Colt's decimation of Viva, resulting in the retirement totally of Viva Los Bio Dome. *

Alright, production truck. Slow this part down. It's my favorite part.

*The package then illustrates in great detail the culmination of Vincent Van Agony, showing us his stint on commentary, his beating taken in a wheelchair, his disappearance, footage of his martial arts studies, rigorous physical therapy, and his return. We see his joining of Whitey Inc, his subsequent seizure of the stable, his Tag Team run with Punisher and Dupoe, his comeuppance into Commissioner of the WWCF, and finally, his Championship of Honor run, eventually becoming the third double champion in WWCF history.*

Good gracious, people. Look at that career. Could you even imagine? I got more done than 90 percent of the roster... before I even took the time to learn my craft. Now? I'm damn near untouchable.

I know, I know, this night isn't about me. It's about Aaron Enigma. Such a tragic loss.... Hahahahaha. Would you guys be mad at me if I told you... the bastard deserved it? He has never known anything other than how to put his nose into other peoples business, and it finally caught up to him, right? I mean, this whole Majority Shareholder thing, since the minute it started, it felt really, really big. Bigger than me, bigger than anybody in that locker room. And... the guy, The "Head Detective", the guy I affectionately call 'Dick.' He just, well, he could never leave well enough alone.

And before you guys start ripping into me, I just want you to know, like, I'm really, really sad about this. Love him or hate him, and I hate him to death, and I mean that literally. Haha. Anyways, he always put his best foot forward, and he always fought hard. I've had battles with that guy, and now I'm the only one here to tell the tale.

I'm going to miss... I'm going... *sniff*... I'm going to miss... I'm going to miss the fact that I never got the opportunity to put that f***er out of commission for good. And that's the god damn truth of it all. This is typical Aaron Enigma. He dies on me before I get the chance to beat him back into decommission! The guy's SO. f***ING. SELFISH.

But you know what? That's all said and done. Rest in Peace, Aaron. I'm sure a majority of these kiss ass idiots are going to miss you.

As for me... I'm a f***ing double champion, and as such, I feel... I feel as if "The Unified Hardcore Champion of Honor" doesn't really have the same ring as what I've been thinking of.

After a lot of thought, I've decided to merge these belts into one 'chip. And that 'chip will be called....



the....


Drumroll, please!


Freakin' Awesome Championship!

Why, you ask? Probably because I'm f***ing awesome. And that's how I'll defend this championship, with all the f***ing awesomeness I can f***ing muster, you f***ing idiots.

Good luck taking this from me, whoever's next.

*Cut to backstage, where El Hombre de Jazz stands in contemplation, TV Title around waist, watching Viva exit the ring on a monitor. He soon leaves...*

JK: Did you hear that, Hoss?

TH: Yes, I heard, King.

JK: Commissioner Vincent Van Agony is now the first Freakin' Awesome Champion! A brand new title! A brand new division!

TH: It could be groundbreaking, but who will be the first man to step up to try taking the Freakin' Awesome Championship Belt from Vincent Van Agony?

JK: I don't know. I don't even know what the rules for that belt are yet, but I am excited. I hope Viva defends it at The Animated Pay Per View and makes it live up to its name.

*Cut to El Hombre de Jazz walking through the hallways to the entrance...*

TH: Coming up next, our main event as El Hombre De Jazz defends the Television Championship against Jeremy Dupoe! Don't miss it!

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

[glow=red,2,300]Television Title Match:
Jeremy Dupoe versus El Hombre de Jazz[/glow]

JK: Well, time for El Hombre De Jazz to defend his title again!

TH: Possibly against the least deserving of all his opponents so far, King! At "Lord of the Ring" he teamed with Smokin' Vokoun in a three way tag match with the two winners getting shots at different singles championships--but in the middle of the match, Dupoe attacked his partner and walked out! Vokoun ended up picking up the win despite this, however, and that means Jeremy Dupoe gets a shot at El Hombre De Jazz's TV Title even though he didn't do any work for it!

JK: I'm sure he had his reasons, Gorilla.

MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWCF Television Title! Introducing first, the challenger!

"That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die..."

*"The Grand Cathedral"*

MM: Hailing from Arkham, MA, and weighing in at 230 lbs, JEREMY DUPOE!

*Pyro strikes the stage, and Dupoe rises through a hole that's billowing fog. He's reading from his book as usual, and when he gets to the top of the stage he slams the book shut with one hand and start walking to ring. He shoots disgusted looks at the crowd. Dupoe sneaks one last at the book before setting it down by the turnbuckle and climbing the steps into the ring. He removes his robe, climbs to the top rope, and shakes his head disapprovingly at the crowd*

TH: Whatever those reasons may be, Jesse, Dupoe may regret making an enemy of Smokin' Vokoun, not to mention the rest of Viva Inc, if he doesn't have any backup!

JK: Who's to say he doesn't?

*Dupoe motions for a mic*

Dupoe: "Tonight we celebrate the life of a man I respected, a man who, though I despised with every fiber of my being, was perhaps the 2nd most intelligent man in that locker room. And though I would have loved to run him through with a dagger would at least gave him a respectful death,going down fighting, whoever did this better prey I do not get to them because there blood will spill the second I'm within reach.As for Enigma...may your body find its way to the basalt spires of R'lyeh,and that's not advanced Theology, its elementary"

*Dupoe pulls a black rose out of a pocket, he pulls a single thorn off of the rose and pricks his finger with it, he then drips a few drops of blood on to the flower part of the rose and tosses it toward an Enigma memorial it lands in front of it.*

MM: And his opponent!

*"Yemayá"*

MM: Hailing from South of The Border, Mexico, and weighing in at 87 kilos, he is the reigning WWCF Television Champion, EL HOMBRE DE JAZZ!

*El Hombre De Jazz samba walks to the ring, high fiving fans around the ramp and ring. He whips off his cape after getting in the ring, and hands the TV Title belt to Lloyd McFloyd. He climbs to the top rope, pointing to the fans and clapping as the crowd pops for him*

TH: Certainly a contrast between these two in their opinions of the WWCF Galaxy.

JK: Hey, where's Alberto Ramirez?

TH: I'm not sure, Jesse; usually the champion is accompanied by his friend and translator, but apparently not this time. Regardless, the official in charge of this match, Lloyd McFloyd, is calling for the bell!

*Dupoe begins by charging at El Hombre De Jazz, who ducks Dupoe's first punch, ducks his followup, ducks a third time, except this time Dupoe just feinted and Hombre is caught off-guard by the REAL third punch from Dupoe, which has him reeling*

TH: And the champion is staggered by a hard shot from Jeremy Dupoe!

*Dupoe pulls Hombre's head down and kicks him hard in the face! He sets up for a piledriver, but Hombre turns it into a backdrop!*

TH: BIIIIG back body drop!

JK: Damn you Hoss, I wanted to say it that time!

*No sooner has Dupoe recovered from his hard landing and picked himself up, than he's hit with a flurry of overhand chops from Hombre! Dupoe is driven backward and sent over the top rope!*

JK: This is usually where El Hombre De Jazz does something flippy! Jeremy better watch out!

*As Dupoe crashes to the floor outside, Hombre runs the ropes and flies to the outside with a tope--DUPOE CATCHES HIM AND POWERBOMBS HIM INTO THE RING APRON!!!*

TH: BAH GAWD, DID YOU SEE THAT, KING?!

JK: I saw it, Gorilla! That's what he gets for showing off!

*El Hombre De Jazz is thrown back into the ring by Dupoe, who doubles over momentarily and grimaces in pain before straightening up and entering the ring*

TH: Jeremy DUpoe has taken the advantage in this contest, but obviously the champ did some damage!

*Dupoe picks up Hombre and positions him as if for Brilliant Deduction, pointing at the sky*

TH: Well, this is a little unexpected, folks! It looks like he's paying tribute to the late Aaron Enigma by using the Head Detective's finishing move, the Brilliant Deduction!

JK: Dupoe did say that he respected Aaron, if you remember.

TH: That's true.

*As Dupoe lifts his opponent up for the move, Hombre slips free of his grasp and flips forward to land on his feet before Dupoe can bring him down on his head! Hombre stumbles forward to lean on the ropes. Dupoe scrambles to his feet and goes on the offensive, but is sent back down with a timely spinning heel kick from Hombre!*

JK: No! How is he doing this after that powerbomb?!

TH: It never ceases to amaze me what these guys can come back from, King!

*Hombre catches Dupoe in an Octopus Hold! McFloyd asks Dupoe if he submits, but between pained cries Dupoe shakes his head, and struggles to reach the ropes. Finally, after several agonizing steps, he gets close enough for the rope break*

TH: Credit where it's due: Mr. Dupoe showing that he has a high threshold for pain and resisting the temptation to tap, which must have been incredible.

JK: His arm and neck must still be killing him, though!

*As Hombre breaks the hold, he whips Dupoe to the ropes, but Dupoe reverses! Handspring enzuigiri by El Hombre De Jazz--DUCKED! Dupoe with a neckbreaker to Hombre! With that move, Jeremy's energy is spent and he stays on the mat with the Television Champion as McFloyd administers a ten count*

TH: Looks like you're right, King; that hold took a lot out of Dupoe, and he needs a breather after hitting that neckbreaker!

JK: Fortunately for him, Hombre's in no position to take advantage!

*Both men up at the same time, and El Hombre De Jazz with a chop to Dupoe's chest! Dupoe fires back with a punch! Hombre with another chop! Dupoe with another punch! The two keep on trading shots until Dupoe wins the exchange and whips El Hombre De Jazz into the corner and charges in after him to deliver a HARD knee strike to the gut! El Hombre De Jazz falls forward, gasping, and Dupoe ties him in the Tree Of Woe*

JK: Haha, I love it when he does this!

*Dupoe looks down at his helpless opponent, smiles, and then hits him with an elbow to the head, and another, and another, and another! Finally Dupoe relents, only to pull Hombre out of the corner and hit him with a piledriver! Cover by Dupoe*

One!




Two!




Th--EL HOMBRE DE JAZZ BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP IN TIME!

JK: McFloyd you idiot, he had him!

TH: He almost had him.

*Dupoe curses and picks Hombre up, goes for the Miskatonic Michinoku Driver--Hombre slips off his shoulder and takes him over with a step-up reverse hurricanrana!*

TH: Dupoe is down! El Hombre De Jazz preventing him from hitting the Miskatonic Michonoku Driver, which surely would have gotten the three count!

*Hombre tries to stand up but falls back to the mat, breathing hard and wincing in pain. Hombre tries to stand again and this time succeeds, although he still seems a little groggy. El Hombre De Jazz with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! With Dupoe down, El Hombre De Jazz limps over to the corner and climbs to the top rope, flies off with for a double stomp moonsault--Dupoe rolls out of the way! Hombre lands on his feet but is caught by a Dupoe jawbreaker!*

JK: Yes, there we go! Mistake by Hombre!

TH: And it looks like he's about to get dropped on his head again!

*Dupoe goes for a brainbuster--NO, Hombre blocks it and counters with a Yoshi Tonic! Hombre pulls Dupoe to his feet and hits Toma Cinco!*

One!




Two!




Three!

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall and STILL Television Champion, EL HOMBRE DE JAZZ!

TH: El Hombre De Jazz retains with a Toma Cinco!

JK: Bah, I still say that Dupoe got a three count earlier!

TH: Take it up with McFloyd, Jess.

JK: Maybe I'll take it up with this man!

TH: What's the Sam doing out here?

JK: And what happened to the Great Warrior? Well, besides all the vomiting...

The Sam: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is The Sam and I am the General Manager of WWCF.
I have a major announcement. Due to the unfortunate demise of Aaron Enigma, I will be vacating the WWCF Inter-Forums title. Until myself, Viva and the board of directors have decided what to do in regards to the title, the title will remain vacant until such time.

*Just then, Iron man by Black Sabbath is heard, the crowd starts to boo. Then Smokin Vokoun walks out with Lou Thesz III, the boos are deafening. Vokoun snatches the mic from The Sam's hand.*

Smokin' Vokoun: So....did I just hear you right. Did you just say that you were gonna...vacate the Interforum Championship. WHAT A F***ING JOKE MAN!!!!![/color]

The Sam: -

Vokoun: DON'T YOU DARE SAY A WORD!!! Because I know all your gonna do is spout garbage. Ever since that hack got knocked off....I've been saying over and over again, that I should be crowed the Interforum Champion. I have more claim to that belt, then just about anyone here. I NEVER got my rematch after the 2 out of 3 falls match. HE DIDN'T BEAT ME!!!! Of course, I've challenged the little s***...but he had "other things to do". All he was doing...was ducking me. Just like everyone else in this company has done from day one....duck me. Aaron Enigma didn't want to fight me again. Because he knew that when I destroy him....his reputation...and his "legend" would DIE!!! It's ironic that he'd croak before I had the chance to do it myself. In my world....Aaron got lucky. But let me just say this Sam.....I SHOULD BE INTERFORUM CHAMPION RIGHT NOW!!!!! I WON THAT TAG TEAM THREE WAY DANCE ALL. BY. MYSELF!!!!!! I didn't need that sack of s*** Dupoe to do anything for me. Hell...he attacked me from behind...AND I STILL WON THE MATCH!!!!! As far as I'm concerned......I AM the Interforum Champion.



TH: Who is that?

JK: A... nother new challenger appears!

TH: A new superstar? A returning veteran? Who?

*Evil M emerges onto the stage with a lovely lady on each arm.*

Hoss: Jess! Look! It's Evil M!

King: We haven't seen him in months, Gorilla!

Hoss: But what is he doing here tonight?

*Evil M takes a microphone.*

Evil M: Hang on a second. Smokey, you just need to chill out.

In case you hadn't noticed, tonight isn't supposed to be about grudges, or titles, or anything like that. Tonight is about paying tribute a great athlete, a great showman, and a great guy.

*The crowd, touched by Evil M's kind words, cheers slightly.*

M: So I don't get why you're out here, talking trash about him, Dupoe, The Sam...

Look, Aaron and I didn't always get along, but I won't deny that he was undoubtedly one of the best to ever lace a pair of boots! And I know that like all these people here, I will miss him dearly!

*More cheers, and an "AARON!!" chant strike up*

Vokoun: Who...IN THE F***ING HELL....do you think you are? This has nothing to do with you. It has everything in the world, to do witha me. I am the number one contender to that belt. I fought four men, just to get that one shot. BY MYSELF!!!! What have you done lately? You haven't been here. I have. I'm the alpha male of the WWCF. Aaron Enigma knew that, that's why he would have rather died than get back in the ring with me. And looks like he succeeded in doing that. So by all rights... I AM THE NEW WWCF INTERFORUM CHAMPION!!!! SO YOU BETTER BOW DOWN TO YOUR CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!
[/b]

*The crowd boos Vokoun loudly*

M: Really Smokey? You're telling me, the guy who held the Championship of Honor for almost eight months, the guy with one of the three longest title reigns in this company's history, to bow down to you?

Please. Ladies? What do you think? Should I bow down to the "new Champ?"

*Both women shake their heads and give thumbs down.*

M: And I know this crowd doesn't think I need to bow down to you...

*As if on cue, the crowd cheers in favor of Evil M.*

M: You see? Nobody here thinks you're worth bowing to. Hell, I'd be shocked if anyone here believes you're even worth my time at all!

Which why I'm going to SWIFTLY move forward. To the reason I AM here tonight.

Because while I was backstage, trying to think of something to say about Aaron, I overheard my old pal here, The Sam. Saying the Inter-Forum Championship was being vacated. Well Sam, that seems fair and all. After all, kinda hard for a dead guy to defend the belt.

But, there's no reason to vacate the title, Sammy.

*Suddenly, another woman walks out, and she's carrying a familiar looking briefcase.*

M: Because where there is tragedy, there is opportunity!

*Seeing where this is going, the crowd immediately turns on Evil M.*

M: Because right here...

*M heads over to Aaron's casket.*

M: Right now...

The Sam: Now wait just a second, M! If you're about to do what I think you're about to do...

*The Sam rips open his suit jacket, revealing a referee's shirt, earning more boos from the crowd.*

The Sam: You'll need a referee.

*M and The Sam both laugh, getting the crowd more riled up.*

M: So, as I was saying, the time is right. The WWCF needs a Champion and damn it, I'm gonna give it one! Ring the bell, Sam!

*The Sam does call for the bell, and M opens the casket...*

Hoss: Oh my God, Jesse!

King: I can't believe it!

*M, The Sam, Voukon, and the crowd are all stunned into silence.

The final shot we see is Aaron Enigma's casket.

It's empty...*

Credits:
Ryan "Jazzman" Bergman
Boiler Room Brawler
Mr. Socko's Brother
Jeremy Dupoe
Whitey Fats
Evil M
Connor Mackenzie
Jonathan Michaels
The Punisher
Gus Richlen
The Sam
Viva
Smokin' Vokoun
and Hellis3000

[Mr. Socko's Brother]

Okay, this show didn't turn out the way I was hoping, because I was working with The Sam and another guy on a pretty important segment that would have explained two things. One thing it would've explained was why Jono mentioned receiving a text (and since I PM'd Jono saying "Write something into your promo where you get a text, it'll make sense when you see the show, trust me," I feel pretty f***ing stupid right now. Sorry Jono). The other thing it would've explained was what Blood was preoccupied with. I thought that it would get to BRB--I was told that it was going to be sent to BRB--but it turns out that it wasn't, and at this point there doesn't seem to be any way to put it on THIS week's show without contradicting other stuff.

Also included was a promo by Blood about Aaron Enigma. Without that on the show, it makes it seem like all Blood cares about is the world title. And that's part of the reason I'm this frustrated.