[glow=red,2,300]WWCF Presents[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]Niteraw[/glow]
TH: Welcome to another exciting broadcast of Niteraw! Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm "Gorilla" Tim Hoss and with me at the announce table as always is Jesse King.JK: It's great to be here tonight, TH. I'm ready for this show to get going.TH: The King of WrestleCrap Tournament rages on tonight as "the X-Treme Machine" Gus Richlen has an exciting rematch with the Hardcore Champion Ryan Blood in the third round, but this time, they also must contend with Teddy Roosevelt!JK: I'm waiting for the special tag match between Viva, Inc and the Equalizers myself.TH: It's the Punisher and JoNo making an opening gambit on each other tonight, but WWCF offiicials say that Aaron Enigma may be too injured to wrestle in that match, which may spell trouble for the Equalizers tonight.JK: And besides that, Disturbance will take on the Ghostbusters tonight too! Will they bust him tonight, or will Disturbance simply find a new set of victims or hosts? Find out tonight!TH: But first we have an exciting opening bout as the "Cajun Crippler" Caleb Fourchon has been paired up with Marshall Wesley Coventry...Caleb Fourchon and Marshall Wesley Coventry vs. Mayor Great Botchsuke, Steve Rollins, and Barry Toledo[/b]
JK: You mean Gus Richlen, right? It's Gus Richlen in a not even clever disguise.TH: They have proven to be particularly brutal to their opponents in the past couple of weeks, but this week they'll be put to the test against a contingent of Mayor Great Botchsuke, Steve Rollins, and Barry Toledo, now presiding in the ring...*Major Great Botchsuke practices various poses, while Barry Toledy shadow boxes. Steve Rollins panders to the crowd.*
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Caleb Fourchon and Marshall Wesley Coventry versus Mayor Great Botchsuke, Steve Rollins, and Barry ToledoMM: The following match is a 2-on-3 Tag Team Handicap match...*Circus Envy - REM*
MM: Introducing first from Dulac, Louisiana... weighing 250lbs... he is "the Cajun Crippler..." Caleb... Fourchon!TH: Caleb Fourchon made a surprise return just two weeks ago and four months after he lost the Inteforums Championship. Something has him pissed off, that's for sure.JK: Any smoke blown up his behind is fine by me. He has a new fire in him and he's tearing up the competition. First it was Jack "The Snack" Rogers. Then it was Sammy Twister. Now he and Gus Richlen will destroy this very touchable trio.TH: But what of his partner?MM: And his partner...*White Washed - August Burns Red*
MM: Now entering the ring at 229lbs, he is Marshall... Wesley... Coventry!JK: Whatever you say, Muffer. Whatever you say...TH: Mister Coventry here made a surprise debut of his own just last week, brutalizing Sammy Twister.JK: Last week sure wasn't the Doctor of Dance's day.TH: The X-Treme Machine was distressed with his release from the Parts Unknown Hospital, and... he sure is taking his time getting to the ring.JK: Because he's actually Gus Richlen and he knows that he'll get trounced by Mayor Great Botchsuke alone. He is a master of the martial arts after all.TH: Looks like Caleb wants to wrestle already, but Coventry hasn't even reached the apron.JK: He can try to fool all of you, but I have his number.TH: Referee Jake Kwon starts the match anyway and the fists are flying!JK: Do you really think that Mayor Great Botchsuke can stand up to the Cajun Crippler?TH: Irish whip to the ropes, big boot to Botchsuke!JK: He should tag in a partner. They'll last longer.TH: And he does! Here comes Steve Rollins, ready to roll against Fourchon.JK: Just look at Fourchon; lying in wait like an alligator in a swamp.TH: Rollins with a clothesline! But Fourchon is still on his feet!JK: And Rollins gets a vice-like stomach claw for his troubles!TH: Rollins to the corner. Caleb keeping his grip and punching Rollins straight to the face.JK: Why is Richlen just walking around the ring?TH: Well, Fourchon doesn't need his help it seems. Rollins tags Botchsuke back in. He's energized. He's excited-JK: He's down! Nice crossbody by Fourchon! One, two, oh! Toledo breaks the pin!TH: But he's backing off and returning to his corner. That leaves Botchsuke to his fate.JK: Not a good one, that's for sure. A kick to the stomach. Oof!TH: And Fourchon with a fall away slam! Botchsuke slips out of the ring...JK: But here comes Richlen!TH: Coventry with a neckbreaker! Botchsuke is down!JK: And now Richlen's leaving?TH: For the last time, King, it's Marshall. Wesley. Coventry.JK: He's chickening out. Yellow is his true color.TH: But Fourchon's still in the ring with no legal opponent.JK: At least Toledo's playing it smart: distract Fourchon while Rollins gets Botchsuke.TH: Do you honestly think Toledo can- bear hug!JK: He might not last long, but it'll be long enough for Botchsuke to return to the ring.TH: The Cajun Crippler charges! A ring post to Toledo's back! Big boot! Toledo's over the top rope!JK: But here comes Rollins!TH: And Caleb's ready with another big boot! What?JK: No way! Rollins ducked it! He actually-TH: But Fourchon scores with a second big boot. Rollins is down, and so is Botchsuke!JK: And Toledo plays it safe yet again! He's retreating through the crowd!TH: He's abandoning his post! Mayor Great Botchsuke and Steve Rollins are in no shape to stop Fourchon!JK: Is Fourchon going to chase after Toledo?TH: No, no. He errs on the side of good judg- Rollins with the roll-up! 1, 2, 3!JK: No way! Rollins pinned Fourchon! This is a first! This is disgraceful!TH: Rollins is ecstatic! He's racked his first victory since he first started here! What a night!JK: Well Muffer, get it over with...MM: Ladies and gentlemen, WWCF Official Jake Kwon has informed me that this match must continue!TH: Rollins doesn't like the sound of that...JK: Fourchon sure does.MM: Steve Rollins was not the legal man at the time of the pinfall, so this match will continue!TH: No! Rollins thought he had it!JK: And it's another big boot! Rollins is down!TH: But Mayor Great Botchsuke is ready with the Botchsuke Breath!JK: Wait, is there a draft in this arena?TH: Oh no! Botchsuke's been blinded by his own breath!JK: Gator Roll! Caleb covers for the pin! 1! 2! 3!*Circus Envy - REM*
TH: We almost saw history tonight, ladies and gentlemen, but Caleb Fourchon continues his path of destruction, with or without Marshall Wesley Coventry.JK: You mean Gus Richlen. He has a big Triple Threat match tonight after all. Wouldn't want to work too hard tonight.TH: Oh no... Fourchon isn't done with Rollins and Botchsuke... Someone stop him!*Fourchon rests Rollins and Botchsuke neckfirst against the bottom rope...*
JK: Looks like another two victims tonight.TH: Fourchon's running the ropes for this one? Double Curb Stomp! No!*Botchsuke and Rollins still rest against the ropes as Fourchon crosses through the ropes to the outside...*
TH: And what's Fourchon doing? Why is he rummaging under the ring?JK: Oh no! A steel chair!TH: Bah gawd! Fourchon can't do this! He can't possibly do this!JK: That chair's is up in the air though...TH: No! Straight to their heads. And again. And again. And again! Someone stop him!*Fourchon rattle the chair in the air and yells out before discarding it...*
TH: Oh thank goodness he's leaving. First Jack Rogers, then Sammy Twister. Now Botchsuke and Rollins? Who is next? Is there anyone in the WWCF Galaxy who will stand up to Caleb Fourchon?JK: I tell you what: Toledo did the smart thing tonight. And Gus Richlen probably saw Fourchon for the loose cannon he probably is.TH: Oh would you stop?JK: I think the viewers at home have seen enough carnage in such a short span of time. Let's take a break and cleanse our palates...TH: Welcome back WWCF Galaxy. I am "Gorilla" Tim Hoss and this is Jesse King and you're watching another exciting edition of Niteraw! Last week, the Interforums Champion, "The Head Detective" Aaron Enigma was viciously assaulted backstage and was sent to the Parts Unknown Hospital. King, do you think he's got the Majority Shareholder on the run?JK: Well, he's fighting back. First they ignore you, then they fight you, then you win. I can't believe I'm rooting for Aaron Enigma, but the Majority Shareholder must be exposed!TH: Well we join Fred G. Neric at the Parts Unknown Hospital. Take it away Fred!Fred: This is Fred. G. Neric and I am at the hospital currently visiting the Interforum Champion, Aaron Enigma! Now Aaron, everyone wants to know how serious your injuries are. Can you go into detail about them?
Aaron: Well Fred, my injuries weren't really all that bad, however the doctor advised I stay out of action for a week to heal up. So I decided it would be a good idea to take this week off, and I'm actually scheduled to be discharged tomorrow morning.Fred: Well that's good to hear, will you be able to complete at King of Wrestlecrap? I'm sure you will have yet another title defense. Do you think Smokin' Vokoun comes looking for a rematch?Aaron: Well if he wants one he will have it as far as I am concerned. Both of us have unfinished business with each other. You see, me and Smokey have a love/hate relationship. He hates me, and I love that he hates me. You see, I recognize he is a good competitor. However, he is not the technical genius he says he is. If he wants to step into the ring with me again, I can show him just how wrong he is again.
Fred: Now hang on, Aaron. Vokoun has developed a lot. Are you sure you are giving him a fair chance to prove himself?Aaron: Why should he get a fair chance when all he has done is run his mouth? You saw the end of the match like everyone else. He reverted to his old ways and tried to get hardcore. That doesn't fly in every match. And of course, I don't stand idly by and take those hits, I fight back the same way. That's how I am, Fred. You want hardcore, I can give it to you. I'm done standing around and letting Viva Inc get away with whatever they want. Fred: Actually speaking of that, everybody wants to know. Who attacked you, Aaron? I know Ryan thinks it was Punisher and Viva Inc.Aaron: Well here is the thing, Fred. It wasn't Punisher, but Ryan can go after him regardless. That's fine. However it was the cronies of the Majority Shareholder trying to silence me. So now I have a message for our esteemed shareholder.*Aaron pulls the camera closer to him and speaks calmly with rage in his voice*
If you think you can silence me with violence you are wrong. Then again, you were always like that when you first joined WWCF weren't you? You couldn't handle being the nice guy could you? You had to revert just like Smokey did. The only question I have for you is why? I'll be able to ask that question at King of Wrestlecrap though.
I hope you are ready to be unmasked, I'm sure everyone will have questions for you. You want to bribe me for silence, then attack me when my back is turned? That's fine, just be ready for the backlash. This company is going into chaos, and if you want chaos, you better be ready for the Head Detective to jump right into the fray. I am the Interforum champion and believe me, I am going to have one hell of a reply for this stunt you pulled.
Just remember, if you play with fire, you are gonna get burned. *Aaron shoves the camera to the floor and stomps on it, cutting out the signal.*
TH: Tough words from a tough man.JK: Funny he should mention the Smokin' Vokoun by the way. The man has come far into the King of Wrestlecrap tournament, but I believe that he deserves a rematch against Enigma for the Interforums championship.TH: In the shape he's in? I think the Head Detective has more pressing matters for once come Lord of the Ring. Whether he will expose the Majority Shareholder once and for all, well, catch it at Lord of the Ring in two weeks.JK: Wait, doesn't he have that match tonight?TH: Oh, you're right. That... might be bad for the Equalizers.JK: Just what the Punisher wants. I love it.TH: But now let's move on to the hottest new title division in the WWCF today, as El Hombre de Jazz defends his TV Title against the Great Warrior.JK: Take it away Muffer!TV Title Match
The Great Warrior versus El Hombre de Jazz Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit, and it is for the WWCF Television Title! Introducing first, the challenger...hailing from the Deepest, Darkest, Deadliest parts of Parts Unknown and weighing in at 229 lbs...THE GREAT WARRIOR!*Warrior enters through the curtain. Warrior snarls at the fans before entering the ring and waiting in the corner for his next prey.*
Hoss: The Great Warrior without any music as usual, preferring to let his actions speak for him. The Sam is not able to be in his corner tonight, of course, and we'll see if that results in him having any better luck than usual. This is the biggest opportunity he's ever had in the WWCF if I'm not mistaken, as I don't believe he's ever had a chance to win a title before. Michael Muffer: And his opponent...*"Irakere" - Yemayá*
Michael Muffer: Hailing from South of The Border, Mexico...Hoss: That's a little redundant, isn't it?King: Hey, lots of people don't know which side of the Equator our beautiful city is located on! The Parts Unknown tourism bureau has really dropped the ball publicity-wise. We're NORTH of the U.S./Mexico border, everybody, NORTH. You can stop e-mailing and asking now. Michael Muffer: ...he weighs in at 87 kilos and is the reigning WWCF Television Champion...he is....EL HOMBRE DE JAZZ!*El Hombre De Jazz emerges from backstage to a big pop. He samba walks to the ring, high fiving fans on the way down. He gets in the ring and whips off his cape before getting on the turnbuckle and pointing to the fans and claps for them.*
Hoss: We recently saw this man and Ryan Bergman in the same place at the same time, Jess. Are you willing to admit that you were wrong about the Television Champion being Bergman under a mask?King: [mumbles unintelligibly]Hoss: That's about as close as he ever comes to admitting he was wrong, folks. I'm happy to take it.EL HOMBRE DE JAZZ VS. THE GREAT WARRIOR
WWCF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP*The match begins with Warrior throwing a series of punches at El Hombre, which El Hombre dodges before catching Warrior's wrist and taking him over with an armdrag! Warrior's up to rush El Hombre again, another armdrag! Warrior up again, a third armdrag that sends him into the corner!*
Hoss: Warrior needs to change tactics, unless he wants to get armdragged over and over for the next fifteen minutes!King: Yeah, that doesn't sound like much of a path to victory.*Monkey flip attempted by El Hombre De Jazz, but Warrior grabs the ropes and hangs on, resulting in El Hombre falling to the mat. Warrior brings his foot down on El Hombre's face HARD, and pulls the dazed luchador up by the ties on his mask. Warrior pulls back his hand and delivers a stiff knife edged, "Woooo!" inducing chop! El Hombre reels from the impact and Warrior stays on him, lighting up his chest with more chops! El Hombre staggers and catches himself on the ropes facing outside, his chest now beet red!*
Hoss: Well, the Great Warrior now literally has the Television Champion on the ropes!*Seeing El Hombre's predicament, Warrior runs at him to spear him in the back--out of nowhere, a leapfrog by El Hombre! Warrior goes right under him and
almost goes through the ropes, but stops himself. He turns around--and gets hit right in the face by a spinning heel kick from the Television Champion that sends him over the top rope!*
Hoss: A picture perfect spinning heel kick connects with the face of the Great Warrior and shifts the momentum back to El Hombre De Jazz!King: What's he got planned now?*Raising a fist in the air to the cheers of the crowd, El Hombre runs the ropes and flies over the top to the outside with a Tornillo, crashing into the Great Warrior!*
Hoss: A tornillo from El Hombre De Jazz!King: I thought that was called a corkscrew plancha.Hoss: Potato/potahto or, as they say in Mexico, patata/patahta.King: They do not say that in Mexico.*El Hombre gets up and, in a great display of agility, leaps on top of the crowd barrier and lands as gracefully as a cat! He runs across the top of it and leaps off to land on the Great Warrior once again, this time with a big senton splash!*
Hoss: Bah gawd, El Hombre De Jazz ran across that narrow crowd barrier like it was nothing and got great height on that senton!King: I don't know how much 87 kilos is, but I know that I don't want that much of anything to fall on me! And I bet Warrior shares my view!*As Will Alphonzo's count reaches seven, El Hombre throws Warrior back into the ring and is right behind him, climbing to the top rope and going for a moonsault double stomp--no, Warrior rolls out of the way, and clips El Hombre's leg right as he lands! El Hombre hits the canvas, groaning in pain and clutching his knee!*
Hoss: The champ could be in trouble here, folks.King: That's a smart move by the Great Warrior! This guy relies on his legs for most of his flashy offense, and taking them away drastically reduces what he can do to you!*An angry-looking Great Warrior slowly rises, seething, and advances on the vulnerable luchador. He delivers a stiff kick to El Hombre's midsection that has El Hombre rolling away in pain. Another kick to the ribs from the Korean powerhouse! Warrior climbs on top of El Hombre and begins biting his face, bringing a pained scream from El Hombre!*
Hoss: Damn, I swear that the Great Warrior might just tear the nose off of the face of El Hombre De Jazz if he keeps this up much longer! Look at him tearing away with his teeth!King: He's an animal, Gorilla! That's why The Sam is investing so much time in him!*Alphonzo's five count forces Warrior to break the bite at four. Warrior stands, runs the ropes, and goes for a splash on El Hombre--the champ gets his knees up, and Warrior lands stomach-first on them! He groans in pain and rolls away as Alphonzo starts a ten count with both men down*
Hoss: If ever there was a time for El Hombre De Jazz to come back, it's now!*Both men are up at about the same time, with El Hombre noticeably limping from the earlier chop block by Warrior. El Hombre takes the initiative with an overhand chop to Warrior! Warrior cries out and stumbles away, but then turns around and hits El Hombre with a knife edged chop! El Hombre recoils in pain, and then comes back with another chop to Warrior, and it soon turns into a "boo/yay" battle of chops!*
King: Are they saying "boo" or "woo" when Warrior chops El Hombre De Jazz?Hoss: I've never heard a crowd "woo" disapprovingly like that, King.*The Great Warrior ends the exchange with a spinning back kick to El Hombre's stomach the doubles him over. Warrior picks El Hombre up for a vertical suplex--El Hombre knees him in the face on the way up and wriggles free to drop back down in front of Warrior! He winces slightly as he puts weight on his bad leg, but is still able to kick Warrior in the stomach, get ahold of Warrior's head, and flip over and behind while maintaining the hold to bring Warrior's cranium down onto his knees for the TOMA CINCO!*
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Michael Muffer: Here is your winner and STILL Television Champion....EL HOMBRE DE JAZZ!!!Hoss: An impressive performance by El Hombre De Jazz in his first title defense, picking up the win despite one of his legs being less than 100%! No doubt Ryan Bergman is watching this with great pride!King: Well, he should enjoy it while it lasts...Hoss: You don't think he can hang onto the title, King?King: Not for very long! He has to defend it every single week, Gorilla, more frequently than any other champion in this company has to defend his title!Hoss: That is correct, folks; the odds are against El Hombre De Jazz having a reign as long as most of our other champions. But after what we've seen of him so far, I think it's safe to say that if any man can defy those odds, it's him!JK: We'll see how long he can keep the momentum, but it's time for commercials. And after that, the Parts Unknown division of the Ghostbusters take on Disturbance.1-on-3 Elimination Handicap Match
Disturbance versus the Ghostbuster MM: The following match is a 3-on-1 handicap elimination match, If Disturbance loses this match the three spirits in his body will be busted. Introducing first from Parts Unknown,Parts Unknown, and Somewhere Undefined
Agon Ateon, Peter Gankman and Ray Parker the 3rd THE PARTS UNKNOWN GHOSTBUSTERS
All 3 of them walk out proton packs in tow, they stop shoot them over the crowd hitting a couple lights.
King: HEY, that's gonna cost you assholeHoss: No its not we made sure this place had Ghostbuster insurance before niterawthey make there way to the ring slapping hands and posing for pictures before rolling in the ring and shooting there proton packs again taking out even more lights
And the opponent, from Arkham,Massachusetts DISTURBANCE
Disturbance walks out moving cautiously toward the ring
King:Disturbance looking less crazy than the last 2 times we saw himHoss: They are definitely more focused then they ever have been
Disturbance keeps his distance but gets in the ringThe ref calls for the bell
Hoss: Looks like Peter will start this one off for th- OH MY what a tackle from DisturbancePeter gets up and punches Disturbance in the face knocking him into the turnbuckle
Peter monkey flips him off of it and does a fist drop from the top rope. he follows up with some stomps and a leg drop then tags in Ray
Ray picks up Disturbance who suplexes him rolls through and gives him a back breaker
Hoss: Vicious assault by Disturbance, they ain't goin' down without a fightDisturbance has an evil grimous as he picks up Parker, he crosses Parker's arms and Straight Jacket slams him and goes for the pin
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Disturbance attacks both Peter and Agon, Agon manages to hang on, barley, he turns into a dropkick by Ray who then tags in Agon who kicks Disturbance in the back of the head picks him you whips him into the ropes he runs in to the other set of ropes and hits him with a Pounce
Hoss: GOOD GAWD HE JUST CROSSED THE STREAMS THIS HAS TO BE ITAgon tags in Gankman who hops on to the turn buck and hits a frog splash
King:AND THERES THE GOZER-B-GONE who the hell named this crap?Gankman tags in Ray who hits him with a future shock DDT
Hoss: will you stop THERES IT IS THE ECTOPLASmic...ender your right who did name the crap?Ray goes for the pin
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King: THAT WAS A FAST COUNTHoss I think that Will is concerned about Disturbance, and really everyone in the rings healthHERE IS YOUR WINNERS THE PARTS UNKNOWN GHOSTBUSTERS
Hoss: You know what that means KingKing: I'll grab the sunglasses Agon grabs a mic while arming his proton pack: DROP THE CAGE, we recommend the epileptic in attendance to leave there section or at the vary least look away as these things are seizure risks.
A cage surrounds the ring trapping Disturbance three ghost traps are thrown in Disturbance starts glowing and violently punching the sides The three Ghostbusters take aim and fire there proton packs at Disturbance after a brief struggle three ghost come out of him, one red, one tan, and one brown knocking him unconscious they are then wrestled into there own individual ghost traps and closed
Agon now powering down his proton pack: alright raise the cage
They help Dupoe up
Peter: well how the hell are you fellin'
Dupoe: I guess that proves that is not dead which can eternal lie, hey Agon when we get to the back require an attendance with you.Agon: no problem.
Peter: Just i little FYI this whole ordeal will cost ya, $1,062.50
Dupoe: Talk to Viva about that hes the one with the Viva inc credit cardTH: Well that was an interesting encounter tonight. It seems that Jeremy Dupoe is back in action. But is this the end of Disturbance? JK: Sammy Twister can only hope. Let’s cut to commercials in the-*TRON Legacy R3CONF1GUR3D - 02 - Fall*
King: Don't look now Gorilla but it looks like our regularly scheduled broadcast is being interuptted due to technical difficulties again. I wish he would go away like that upload site that got busted last week. Hoss: Well it would appear that the Digital Dragon has something to say to all of us as he makes his way to the ring. No doubt a lot of things running through this man's head especially since he will be in the ring with three men whom he seems to have sworn to fight to the bitter end. King: I like the "end" part the best in that sentence.Connor moves though the ropes, his robe almost seeming to flow as he moves to a turnbuckle and holds his hand up before pulling his hood back to reveal his face. Letting out a yell he seems to soak in the response from the crowd before motioning to the time keeper at ring side that he would like a microphone. Handing him one, Connor moves about the ring as the crowd begins a chant. Giving it a moment he then raises the mic up to speak.
Mackenzie: Now, I know I have a match later but I have to say I've had a lot that I want to get off of my chest. Next week, I step into this ring to fight a man who very nearly could have ended my career. A man who some might say is turning over a new leaf. A man whom I can have a grudging respect for in the fact that he did pin me at Christmassacre. That man...is Whitey Fats.Connor licks his lips as he pauses as if to try and collect his thoughts a bit. The crowd giving a bit of a mixture of reactions as Connor nods lightly then takes a deep breath.
Mackenzie: Now he may have-*Fight - Jim Johnston*
*Whitey and Cynnamon come out to a mixture of high pitched boos, and men chanting his name. They walk to the ring, and Whitey has a mic thrown to him.*
Son. I beat you. Fairly, right in the middle of the ring. Now, while I don't have a problem with you personally, I want what is mine, the world heavyweight title. It's mine, I won it fairly, and defended it fairly. Some f***boy who I dominated at GookerMania has it now, and he's ducking me.
If I have to beat you again, I will. But unlike most times when I say this, it's true this time. Nothing personal, only business.Connor paces a bit, his eyes never leaving looking at Whitey as he speaks before stopping as Whitey finishes his sentence.
Mackenzie:Business? Was it business when you came to me trying to recruit me into your little boy band when I first got here? How you would ask who I was and apparantly I wasn't worth the time of day to you? When you made up your little group who have now gone on to wreak havoc like the bunch of thugs you knew they would be?Connor stares Whitey in the eye intensely, situating himself in the middle of the ring.
Mackenzie: And while you can go on and on about how you aren't a part of Viva Inc. the facts that remain are that one, you started this mess and two, you haven't done a damn thing to try and fix it since coming back. The only thing in your damn field of view is winning a belt that you gave up because you thought you were better then it. That f***boy you mentioned happens to be a friend of mine, a talented athlete and has brought more honor and respect to that title then you ever did. It would be a priviledge for me to fight him for it, to prove that I'm one of the best and if it means fighting you again. To beat you and show you that I am not just another flash in the pan, then that's what I'm going to do. But frankly...why wait.Connor takes a couple of steps back and uses his free hand to start removing his robe. The crowd starts to erupt as he switches the mic from one hand to the other and tosses the robe aside.
*Whitey grins and takes his coat off, handing it to Cynnamon and shooing her out of the ring, and stands nose to nose with Connor, talking with no sound being heard*
*Coheed and Cambria - No World For Tomorrow*
Viva steps out onto the stage.
Viva: Woah, woah, guys. Don't fight. Save it for the PPV. And really, the only reason I'm out here is because The Sam isn't here for some stupid speech about the moral high ground. So I'm here, and I'm here to tell you that if you two start brawling, I'm just going to have to break it up. It's purely business. Don't give away for free what we're heavily promoting for a pay-per-view. HEY! I'M f***ING SERI-*Connor drops his mic and the two men start exchanging rights furiously.*
TH: And they're going at it! They're not supposed to wrestle until next week!JK: Leave it to Connor to take a swing at the Wrestling Messiah. His only upgrade is "impatience" and "pettiness."TH: WWCF Officials and Security are out here to break these men up!JK: It's what we pay them to do.*Both Whitey and Connor struggle against the men attempting to hold them back and Whitey is the first to break free, jumping into Connor's group to get at him as the men charged with restraining Whitey try to regain control.*
TH: They're like two fighting dogs ready to tear each other's throats out.JK: Whoa there, Michael Vick...*As they finally get Whitey pulled back, Connor breaks free and jumps at Whitey...*
JK: Oh criminy Connor! Just let it go and wrestle next week!*The brawl continues until Whitey is pulled through the ropes as several men hold the two competitors apart. Connor and Whitey can be seen shouting at one another as agents start escorting Whitey towards the back with Cynnamon moving to accompany him. Connor continues to shout, pointing at Whitey who gives a cold stare back at Connor.*
TH: It's sure to be a real brawl next week between the Digital Dragon and the Wrestling Messiah. The rematch of the year?JK: We're only four weeks in. I doubt this'll even make Whitey's DVD set.TH: Well it's time for us to take a much belated commercial break. Stay tuned WWCF Galaxy!TH: And welcome back once again to another riveting edition of Niteraw! We've come to the most anticipated bout of the week as Gus Richlen, the Hardcore Champion Ryan Blood, and Teddy Roosevelt square off in a special Triple Threat King of WrestleCrap match. Take it away Muffer!KoWC Triple Threat Match
Gus Richlen vs. Teddy Roosevelt vs. Ryan BloodThe following Triple Threat match is a King Of Wrestlecrap Tournament match!*"Hail To The Chief" plays as a grinning Teddy Roosevelt shakes fans' hands on the way to the ring.*
Introducing first, from New York, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds, Teddy Roosevelt!The General has been having issues trying to avoid this amnesia angle, but it DOES seem to be getting over well with our fans.Angle? What angle?*The scratchy piano intro of "Young" lets loose an unbelievable roar from the crowd as Gus Richlen slowly walks to the ring. He stops midway up the ramp, looks at the fist he has clenched, and opens it to reveal a tiny locket on a chain. He stands there, staring at it through his mask and shaking before putting it in his pocket. He then enters the ring and half-heartedly tosses his mask. It's clear that no matter how much of a game face he tries to put on, he's not taking Shaelin Marie O'Hara's firing well AT ALL.*
From Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 181 pounds, the "Xtreme Machine," Gus Richlen!It's sickening to watch Gus Richlen go through this nightmare that Viva has forced upon him! Viva took away his moral support and is going to force him to jump through the most impossible hoops if he even wants a chance to get her back!I'm just disappointed that Viva didn't go all the way and fire Richlen too! That's the biggest piece of dead weight that this company can do without, and it's only just a matter of time before Viva finally gets rid of him, and hopefully before the PPV!DAMN IT, KING! I cannot believe you would defend someone as reprehensible and misogynystic as Viva-One more word from you and I'll make sure that YOU get fired, too!*The two spend the rest of the match arguing and not doing their job.
In the meantime, "Virus" has hit and Ryan Blood has shown up on the ramp and is heading for the ring.*
And from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 208 pounds, the WWCF Hardcore Champion, Ryan Blood!*John Creed calls for the bell as Blood goes right for Roosevelt and Richlen stands morosely off by one corner. Blood drives Roosevelt to a different corner and starts delivering shoulder shots to his midsection before Creed makes him back off. Blood takes one step forward and Roosevelt clotheslines him! He then picks Blood up and whips him to the ropes and monkey tosses him before picking him back up and suplexing him!
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Blood kicks out, so Roosevelt takes a step toward Richlen, who has taken the locket back out of his pocket and is staring at it. Roosevelt stares at him for a moment, then turns right into a snapmare takeover from Blood followed by a roundhouse kick!
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Roosevelt kicks out, so Blood picks him up, only to get suplexed again!
Roosevelt then turns around and is flattened instantly by a violent spear from Richlen! Richlen quickly tosses him to the outside before pounding him with forearm shots and tossing him against the crowd barrier. Richlen is going berzerk now and whips Roosevelt into the ringpost, and as Roosevelt gets back in the ring with Richlen close behind, Blood hip tosses him!
Blood then whips him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a jawbreaker as a disturbed Richlen starts stalking around the announce table, where King and Hoss are still arguing. Blood then whips Roosevelt to one corner before backing up and hitting a Stinger splash, and before Roosevelt can exit the corner, Richlen hits the Dark Lasso!
Roosevelt stumbles out into Richlen's grasp as Richlen scoops him up and hits a running powerslam before Blood hits a flying elbow! Blood covers:
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Richlen pulls Blood off and tosses Roosevelt out!
Blood gets up and gives Richlen a look of "Really?" Richlen, however, has a wild derangedness in his eyes, and as Blood takes a step forward, Richlen launches at him, raining punches until Creed is forced to pull him away! Richlen tears loose and walks right into a rolling elbow followed by a discus clothesline!
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Richlen kicks out but as he gets up he's dropped by a bulldog!
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Richlen kicks out, but Blood goes to the top rope, and a rising Richlen is dropped yet again by a missile dropkick!
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Roosevelt pulls Blood off and DDTs him!
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Blood kicks out, but Roosevelt puts him in a grounded armbar! Blood is in serious trouble until Richlen Montanasaults both men!
Roosevelt releases the hold on impact and stumbles up into a Carnosel! Richlen doesn't even try to cover him, instead tossing him right into the ring post! Blood comes after him but gets chokeslammed!
Richlen spots a crawling Roosevelt and charges for the Schwinn Smash, but Roosevelt has the prescence of mind to grab Richlen's leg. Unfortunately, it's the left leg, and he gets a Richlenziguiri for his trouble! He stumbles back into the ropes and Richlen goes for an Irish whip, but Roosevelt reverses with a whip of his own, and on the rebound, he goes for the Roosevelt Right Hand, but Richlen ducks, puts him in a cobra clutch... and hits Vixen's Venom?!
Richlen lets out a roar and BLOOD NAILS HIM WITH A SUPERKICK!!!!
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Here is your winner, Ryan Blood!And an overly emotional Richlen does himself and Shaelin no favors whatsoever!QUICK, VIVA!!!! NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO FIRE RICHLEN BEFORE HE DOES ANY MORE DAMAGE!!!!*Blood has left the ring and Roosevelt has rolled out as Richlen remains down for a couple of minutes.
However, he motions for a mic while still on his back. As he does so, he reaches back into his pocket and pulls the locket back out.*
Viva....
You have no idea... how much your actions... have affected Shaelin. She's been inconsolable, Viva. Nothing gave her as much joy... as being part of WWCF... and being alongside me all the way.
You only did it... as part of your efforts... to make me back out of the match... at Lord Of The Ring. But all you've done... is piss me off. And Viva, I am the last person... that you should piss off.
You took her job away, and at Lord Of The Ring, I'm going to take your title away. And I... will not stop hunting you down... until she is proudly back by my side.
At Lord Of The Ring, I will go through Ryan Blood... and I will go through Dr. Demento... just to get my hands on you, Viva. And when I'm done... you'll be begging for her to come back... and you'll be begging me not to give you... your Final Judgment. But that last plea... will go unanswered.
And that...
is a promise.*Richlen gets up, puts the locket in his pocket, leaves the ring....
And then rushes back to the announce table and grabs King by the lapels and pulls him over the table so hard that King's headset is ripped off violently!*
YOU ARE GOING TO START SHOWING ME SOME RESPECT!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!?!
?*He then tosses King back over the table, lets out a scream (much to the crowd's support), and storms back up the ramp.*
TH: ...JK: We'll... Go to the commercials...MM: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the chief representative of Nintendo, Sara Nakatomi-Michaels.*U + Ur Hand*
*Sara makes her way to the ring, waving to the crowd.*
Hi everyone.
First of all, how about a hand for the WWCF Champion, and my husband, Jonathan Michaels. *The crowd cheers wildly.*
Now to business, as the chief liason between the World Wrestlecrap Federation and Nintendo, I have been troubled by the fact that the positions of authority around here have been constantly using their power for their own personal issues at the expense of a cohesive, singular business plan.
In other world, there's too many cooks, and the broth tastes like crap.
So I am here to see if we can get everyone on the same page.
With that, I would like the commisioner to come to the ring.*Coheed and Cambria - No World For Tomorrow*
*Sara anxiously anticipates Viva to step from behind the curtain. He doesn't. The music stops. Sara motions the microphone back up to her mouth.*
Well, can't say I'm surprised, leave it to you to put your petty, ridiculous issues with me ahead of doing your damned job.
Viva still has his stupid little grudge against Johnny and I because he actually blames US for my father's death.
Does he even think about the fact that if he and M hadn't enabled my father's lunacy instead of getting him the help he actually needed, my father might still be alive?
But all that doesn't matter right know what matters is we have several individuals ripping this company apart with their selfishness and personal vendettas.
At least when we only had ONE evil scumbag running the show, things still ran smoothly around here.
The bottom line is, unless SOMEONE comes out here and helps me sort things out, the Nintendo corporation will have no choice but to pull our sponsorship of the WWCF.*Coheed and Cambria - No World For Tomorrow*
*Vincent Van Agony steps to the top of the ramp, and stands there, quietly mulling over and scratching his goatee at what he's about to say before lifting the microphone to his mouth.*
Oh, Sara. It doesn't surprise me that you'd become a figurehead at a sinking company. After all, everything you touch... dies, right?
Maybe you SHOULD withdraw your sponsorship from the WWCF, needless to say, we don't really need it. We're doing fine without you, and honestly? I think your resources would be better off focused within the company. What's going to save you? The Wii is finished. The 3DS is a flop. Your new console looks like a fiery turd sandwich. Maybe you should focus on your job instead of taking time away from wrestlers who deserve to be spotlighted.
I mean, this is what this is about, right? What's the matter? Jonathan not giving you enough attention at home? Why are you here? What purpose do you serve. Why would Nintendo send any credible resource here to try and usher in change? What's the point?
The fact is this, Nakatomi-Michaels, Michaels-Nakatomi, whatever you call yourself now. With me having any semblance of power in the WWCF, you aren't going to actually accomplish anything. I'll see to it, as it's the least I can do for my fallen mentor Hideo. You probably should have thought twice about sending him to his grave, because honestly, we may have been able to work something out. As it stands, though, if you want to keep your decent to terrible standing with Nintendo, you should really pack your other pressed power suits and take your ass home.
The WWCF is not changing for anyone, and if anything, it's going to get more violent and more unruly. Ratings are up, fans are happy, and I can honestly tell you to get used to it. If you want to pull your sponsorship, do it. I've been getting calls through the roof from other companies just nipping at the opportunity to be represented by our fantastic brand of pro wrestling.
Threaten me once, and I'll have you escorted off of the premises. Send your doucher boyfriend Jonathan after me, and I'll have him stripped of the title and sent home until further notice. If you have anything to say to me, you can see me at my office, during office hours. If you have any ideas or opinions for as to how to make this company better, keep them to yourself. The WWCF is NOT yours. You will NOT have power here. I will see to that.
I'll likely see you in my office.
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