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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 0:29:53 GMT -5
[glow=RED,2,300]FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE PRESENTS[/glow] [shadow=red,left,300]NITERAW[/shadow] [/size] [/center] The Sam: Welcome FAWA Galaxy to another exciting edition of Niteraw! I am your General Manager The Sam and my broadcasting partner as always is Commissioner Vincent Van Agony! Viva: Happy to be here as always, through good times and bad, and times is bad right now. The Sam: For those tuning in for the first time, Vincent Van Agony actually lost his Freakin’ Awesome Title to “The Digital Dragon” Connor Mackenzie! Viva: At least you had my back there. I was not at 100% that night and my injuries cost me my belt. The Sam: That’s right. I was there to save your bacon with my General Manager invested powers, but you must face two men at Wheel of Misfortune, which is only one week away. Viva: I say bring it. The Sam: And following up the events of last week, tonight kicks off with another exciting edition of The Boiler Room. Michael Muffer, take it away! [glow=red,2,300]The Boiler Room[/glow]MM: FAWA Galaxy, please rise for your Majority Shareholder: Boiler... Room... Brawler!*Another Body Murdered - Faith No More/Boo Yaa Tribe* *Parts Unknown Security comes out and lines the entrance ramp.* Viva: Looks like BRB is wasting no expenses tonight. That's gotta be twice as many rent-a-cops as before.The Sam: The man wants protection, Viva.*BRB rolls out on his Segway with El Hijo de BRB following behind him...* Viva: Protection? It only costs me fifty cents and two minutes of my time.The Sam: Seth Drakin is a terrorist, Viva, and he seduced Ryan Blood to his dark ways, to this, "Dark Sin."Viva: But really? All the security?*Parts Unknown security trails behind BRB and EHdBRB as they enter the ring...* The Sam: Sure. If I had his kind of power - his kind of resources - I'd be surrounded by security all the time.Viva: Well, he's surrounding the ring with them. Don't think we'll have another attack like before.The Sam: You're darn tootin' it won't Vincent.*BRB grabs a microphone while EHdBRB crosses his arms and looks on...* BRB: Welcome, FAWA Galaxy to the Boiler Room! Where all the hottest FAWA Superstars and Angles only get hotter.
I, your Majority Shareholder, Boiler Room Brawler, am your host and standing in the ring with me, as always, is my first official in-ring representative: El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler!Viva: Still needs more field testing in my opinion, but the packaging is pretty good.The Sam: 6'12" Vince. 400lbs. He's a beast.BRB: This week, I invited a man I once directly opposed. A man who almost married my g- uh, my former tag partner's girlfriend. A man who is the longest reigning Champion of Honor of all time.
The FAWA Galaxy hasn't seen this man since The Animated Pay Per View, and it's about time I made good on his contract and had him come out here to speak for himself.
I am talking about none other than "Big SMurfy" himself: Evil... M!*Highway to the Danger Zone – Kenny Loggins* *Evil M walks out to the ring, a briefcase in hand...* The Sam: BRB's right about "greatest Champion of Honor of all time." No one comes even close.Viva: Well, let's see, the greatest FAWA World Heavyweight champion of all time is arguably "Damn Right" Jackson.The Sam: I of course am the greatest Interforums Champion of all time. Ahem.Viva: Well, you or Above Average. Toss-up I guess.*Evil M poses and sneers at the fans before entering the ring and making himself comfortable in one of the chairs.* The Sam: Let me guess, you're the greatest Freakin' Awesome Champion of all time.Viva: I'm the only Freakin' Awesome Champion of all time.BRB: Welcome to the show, um, "Big Smurfy..."The Sam: Then where is it?Viva: Around Connor Mackenzie's waist. I plan to pick that back up at Wheel of Misfortune.The Sam: Call your cable provider.BRB: I rattled off your recent resume, some of which includes clashes between us. As your boss, as the boss of every FAWA Superstar, I must adopt a philosophy of fairness and balance. So bygones are bygones, water is under the bridge between us.
Except for one thing: you're still under contract for my company, but you've been screwing the pooch for months on end. What is your aim, Smurfy? Why my company, why hasn't the FAWA Galaxy seen much of you lately?[/color][/size] Evil M: Well Brawler, everyone knows that I'm a FAWA original. Hell, many people would tell you that I'm potentially the biggest name in this company who hasn't been World Champion.
But to tell you the truth, I haven't been enjoying myself. Sure, I could become the Inter-Forums Champion whenever I want, but that's too easy. There's no challenge to it. I need something much more stimulating...BRB: More stimulating? I got a couple of boys in back who can stimulate you with a car battery and jumper cables.
And not having fun? How could you not have fun in my company? Why would you come back if it's no fun for you anymore?Evil M:Because I have found a way to make it fun, Brawler! A way to present both myself and my opponents with a little challenge...BRB: A challenge, huh? I hope that's dollars I smell for my company and not something to shovel onto a crop field. Go on...Evil M: Simple. Next week on NiteRaw, I will defend my Money in the Bank or Botch briefcase![/size] The Sam: WHAT?Viva: I like this.BRB: Oh, really? Sounds pretty ballsy of you if I say so myself, but it takes two to tango, and I better like your dance partner. Who's the challengee?Evil M: Well there's the fun part. Here's what's going to happen. Just like when I wanted competition for the Championship of Honor, I am going to put a list up in the back. If you want a shot at the case, all you have to do is sign on the dotted line.
But there's a catch.
If you want a shot at the case, you're gonna have to be willing to risk something yourself.BRB: Go on. You got my attention. You got my company's attention. You got the FAWA's attention. Spill it out.Evil M: I dunno. Player's choice, I suppose. But it needs to be something that I consider to be of equal or greater value to the case.BRB: Interesting proposal. I like it.
But tell me, Big SMurfy: what if you lose? What if you blow it in a match? It all goes away!Evil M: Hey, no reward without a risk, right? But I don't intend to lose. And when I win, I'm going to extend the same challenge the following week. And then again every week thereafter, until one of three things happens...
One, I lose.
Two, I get bored.
Three, I cash in.BRB: You got yourself a deal then, Evil M. And I can't wait to see who steps up first, and how long you can -*Sleep Now in the Fire interrupts BRB as Aaron Enigma bursts onto the entrance ramp, microphone in hand...* Viva: Don't think he'll get past Parts Unknown Security too well there.Aaron: Sorry to interrupt you, my esteemed shareholder. I have something I have to do though, if I may approach the ring.The Sam: Don't do it, Brawler. Don't give into his demands.BRB: You didn't attack me last week, and you are my company's Interforums Champion. You may approach the ring, Enigma, but you'd better be quick about it.*Aaron walks down to the ring and pulls the apron up...* The Sam: Quick, get him! He's ready to attack!*Aaron pulls out a ton of protest signs that he begins handing to the crowd members...* *BRB grits his teeth and begins to scowl. Evil M pats him on the shoulder, picks up his Money in the Bank or Botch Interforums Title Shot Briefcase, and leaves the ring.* Aaron: You know I'm never going to give up Brawler. Smokey must be brought back. I will get my revenge on that bastard. The power of protest is a right protected by the constitution. I will not be silenced by anyone. Not you, not your lackey, not by anyone in the back!
However, I'm willing to make a deal with you, Brawler. You see, I have a score to settle with Seth Drakin. You know me, I'm all about getting my revenge on those who have wronged me. So I'll tell you what. You bring Smokey back so I can face him in one more match, and win or lose, I will set my sights on The Fallen after Wheel of Misfortune. The only thing I ask in return is that I get to pick the stipulation for my IF title match with Vokoun.BRB: You are just another thorn in my side, Enigma. Security!The Sam: He should send El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler after Enigma. That'll teach him.Viva: That's not what he pays Hijo for though. Hijo just represents him in the ring. I'm sure BRB appreciates the intimidation factor though.Aaron: Oh really? We're going to talk in terms of muscle, Brawler? You don't want to accept my generous offer? I will give you one more chance to accept but before you think it over, let me bring out somebody else that has been annoyed with you as well as The Fallen...Viva: Ain't a short list, that's for sure. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if that son of a bitch Drakin did this to me.*Wake Up by Rage Against The Machine begins as Frank Castle determinedly makes his way to the ring, mic in hand. He barrels past Parts Unknown Security before it can stop him and slides into the ring, walking right up to BRB...* The Sam: Somebody stop him!Viva: Frank won't do nothing - it's just his style.Frank Castle: Evening Mr. President. You might be wondering why I'm out here - after all, Aaron and I aren't exactly good friends, but when I saw him coming out here to take you on, and damn if I didn't want you to answer a few questions for me to, and if by doing that I even up the odds a little against you and Porky Pig over there, then all the better.*EHDBRB approaches the Punisher...* FC: Take a step back Taco Bell, you can have your turn after the grown ups have finished talking.*Castle turns back to BRB* FC: Now I'm here for two reasons, both of which you can help me with. Number one, I'm really keen to know why, at Wheel of Misfortune, you've given Jonathan Michaels an extra reason to win his title match against me, a little more motivation if you will. Why do you want him to quit if I beat him - why do you want him gone? Why give him a reason to go all out - isn't that a little unfair on your World Heavyweight Champion?BRB: I raised the stakes, Frank, because high stakes means higher interest which means more money for me and my company. Furthermore, Jonathan Michaels is ungrateful and is being the sharpest thorn in my side. It's called pragmatism if you have a dictionary. You do your job as my company's World Heavyweight Champion, and I do mine as the FAWA Majority Shareholder.FC: Secondly, I'd like to know why you want me to do your dirty work? After all, you normally ask Chewbacca over there to do it for you, so why all of a sudden the need for me to do it? I don't like being your hitman, I don't like being anyone's hitman, unless I owe them something, like Viva. You want rid of Michaels? Fine, but if this is part of some plan to take the belt off me, then you'd better get all the henchmen you can find and circle your wagons, because I'm going to be coming after you to finish what I started with that Endgame that put you in the hospital. And even your little buddy over here wont be able to help you...BRB: You work for me whether personally or not and so does Jonathan Michaels. I have the chance to kill two birds - his contractual rematch and the chance to legally terminate his contract and be someone else's problem - with one stone - you. It took you two tries to beat him for the World Heavyweight Title, Frank, just like it took me two tries to beat him for the Hardcore Title.
Show some gumption like Evil M is. You beat Jonathan Michaels, and you end another career in your wake.
But you know what, we all heard it from the Interforums Champion mere moments ago. Aaron Enigma, your offer is accepted. If you pursue The Fallen - if you take some of the pressure off of my company's World Heavyweight Champion, then Smokey's back.
Did you hear me, FAWA Galaxy? Smokin' Vokoun is off suspension.
In fact, just to warm things up, I have a match idea...Viva: This should be good.BRB: It's going to be Jonathan Michaels - the #1 Contender for the World Heavyweight Title; Aaron Enigma - the Interforums Champion; and Connor Mackenzie, the Freakin' Awesome Champion...The Sam: What?Viva: Now I don't like where this is going.BRB: All former Equalizers, all enemies of me, BRB, against the shadow of what was Viva, Inc: the World Heavyweight Champion: Frank Castle, Vincent Van Agony...Viva: Blat.BRB: ...and the returning Smokin' Vokoun in a six-man, Wheel of Misfortune preview tag match! Tonight right here in the Parts Unknown Arena!Viva: This really is a thankless job.The Sam: Better get ready then.BRB: So you better get ready for the action, you two. Because this has been the Boiler Room, where all the hottest FAWA Superstars and angles only get hotter, and the night is young.
I am the Majority Shareholder, I am the FAWA, I am Boiler Room Brawler. See you at Wheel of Misfortune!*BRB leaves with EHdBRB. He climbs onto his Segway and leaves while Frank and Aaron exchange glances and look over at BRB, then at the announce booth.* Viva: Don't worry, Frank. You do your thing, I'll do mine.The Sam: Commercial?Viva: Commercial.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 0:31:51 GMT -5
[glow=RED,2,300]FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE PRESENTS[/glow] [shadow=red,left,300]NITERAW[/shadow] [/size] [/center] Viva: Welcome back, FAWA Galaxy and Here it is. The long awaited debut of Mr.Potato. The Sam: What do you think of Potato, Viva?Viva: He's from Japan and a wrestler Wrestles, so he's most likely filled with an undying rage to brainbuster people into unconscious.MM: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing from the land of rising sun, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, MISTTTEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR POOOOOTTTTTAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOO*Sure Shot blast through out the Arena as an incensed looking Japanese man emerges from the curtain dressed in all white. He raises right fist which contains a potato and pumps it before spinning around and pumping his left. The future of the FAWA, then rushes down to the ring followed by Martin Adams. He slides under the rope to meet an awaiting Jack Rogers while Adams' begins talking to the ref for some reason.* Viva: Wait. What is Adams doing? I think he wants a mic.*MM hands Adams the microphone.* MA: Sorry about interrupting, folks but Rogers entered during the commercial break and MM forgot to announce him. Let me do it...*Adams Takes a minute to clear his throat.* MA: Introducing... standing next to me at this... A FAT, LAZY DRUNK, HAILING FROM- IT DOESN'T MATTER WHERE THIS OBESE USELESS BEHIND COMES FROM BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO END UP IN THE HOSPITAL TONIGHT. JACK "VOTED MOST LIKELY TO HAVE HIS NECK BROKEN BY A SUPLEX IN HIGH SCHOOL " ROGERS.*Adams drops the might and quickly rolls under the bottom rope to a few laughs from the audience.* The Sam: Martin Adams there with the less then flattering introduction of Jack "The Snack" Rogers. Adams should be careful though , He wouldn't want to meet Rogers alone backstage without back up. Viva: After this match, maybe Rogers can run Adams over in his Hoverround. He's going to need one when Mr.Potato is done with him.*As Referee Will Alphonzo rings the bell Mister Potato immediately charges forward and begins hammering Rogers with brutal knees to the head and torso. The sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing through out the Arena as Rogers turtles in the corner, desperately trying to avoid the flurry of strikes from the Japanese Heavyweight.* Viva: Wow. This isn't a wrestling match, it's a beating.The Sam: Rogers is probably planning on weathering the storm early and capitalizing on Potato's untested cardio.*Seeing that his opponent is completely defenseless, Potato casually moonwalks out of the corner to massive applause from the audience. The showboating however angers Roger's who charges at Potato with blood streaming down his face from the barrage of knees.* The Sam: Potato show boating here which seems to have been a huge mistake..*As Roger's Charges, Potato thrusts his right arm forward with such force that it flips The Snack feet over head when it connects with his neck. Roger's land with a loud bang as his body smacks the canvas.* Viva: POTTTTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!The Sam: I guess that's why they call him Mr.Potato. Nice Call , Viva.*Mr.Potato casually puts one foot on the chest of his unconcious opponent as Alphonzo slides in for the count.* 1!2!3!MM: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall: Mister... Potato!Viva: Like I said, Japanese wrestlers will f*** you up in the ring. Rogers is outThe Sam: I haven't seen someone get hit that hard since Ivan Drago killed Apollo Creed in Rocky Three.Viva: Yeah, but that wasn't real, and we got plenty more of the real action coming up as Niteraw continues. Stay tuned FAWA Galaxy. MM: Ladies and Gentlemen the NEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW FAWA Freakin' Awesome Champion. "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzieeeeeee!TRON Legacy R3CONF1GUR3D - 02 - Fall *As the music begins with the familiar Na-na-na-na-naaaaaah Connor comes onto the entrance ramp wearing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with an asian dragon wrapping itself around a maple leaf and sunglasses. The Freakin' AWesome title over his shoulder as he moves to the very edge of the ramp to get the crowd up and excited. Grinning from ear to ear he moves to the other side to get that side of the arena pumped up before giving a thumbs up and heading down the ramp. Giving high fives along the way, Connor stops at a group of kids with various wrestlers t-shirts on who cheer as he stops and poses for a picture with the belt. After the picture he notes a sign one of them are holding and asks to have it and offers his pendant to the child who readily accepts and hands him the piece of bristol board excitedly. Connor folds it so the tv camera's can't see it and moves up the ring steps. Passing through the ropes, Connor scales the turnbuckle, holding up the Freakin' Awesome title in one hand and unfolds the sign to reveal the words "ONE BATTLE DOWN! ONE WAR TO GO! TEAM DD!". Coming down from the turnbuckle, Connor sets the sign down and motions to the timekeeper for a mic as his entrance theme fades. Taking a moment, the crowd starts a "Con-nor" chant as he holds up his hand and smiles to try and calm the crowd in the arena down. Waiting a moment, he shifts the title on his shoulder a bit as the crowd seems to quiet for him.* CM: Let me just start this off by saying this is not going to be one of those normal bits of speech that I give. Not to say that those aren't fun. But I have a few things I want to get off of my chest. You see, since winning the Freakin' Awesome title...I realized something. I realized that like the sign says. I won a battle, but the war is far from over. And this is a war that has already claimed casualties. Namely...*Connor looks over at the announce table, directly at Viva and The Sam.* CM: One Tim Hoss and Jesse King. Now, don't get me wrong, given the chance I would happily shove Jesse into another closet full of Whitey's products but what happened to the two of them was wrong. Just like this whole reign of "It's me! It's me! It's BRB!"*Connor's voice is very high pitched as he mocks BRB's catchphrase and walks about the ring, making sure he's looking in all directions as well as into the camera.* CM: You see, if no one else is going to stand up for the ones who need it most then I will. Tim Hoss and Jesse King lost their jobs because the management of this company is incompetent, imbecilic and impossibly dense. You see, while some folks are flying in on their private jets to face the boss, I'm here every day, week in and week out doing what I can. And tonight I'm starting with this...*Connor reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a rolled up bunch of papers and holds it up.* CM: Here I have almost five thousand signatures of people who want Jesse King and Tim Hoss to get their jobs back and that number as I speak is still growing. And after this show is off the air it will be growing and the movement will gain momentum and there's not a thing that is going to stop it. I'm going to make this thing bigger then the uproar over Mass Effect 3's ending.ViVA: Let me stop you there, man. Nobody gives a shit what five thousand blowhards want. Nobody gives a shit what you want. Nobody gives a shit what Jesse King and Timothy Hoss want. At the end of the day, you know what matters in this f***ing business? RATINGS.
And let me tell you something, Con-man. They're up. Since me and Sam have taken over for those bickering hacks, ratings are up. People at home are happy. But I guess we should cater to the five thousand signatures here in the live crowd that you traded a signed headshot for.
This is the problem with the superstars in this company. They all want to run the f***ing asylum until they've got the reigns, and it's their responsibility to pull them in. You, Connor, don't really know shit.
But I get it. You beat the severely injured Freakin' Awesome Champion. You've got my belt around your waist, not because you earned it, but because you were in the right place at the right time. And now, now you're trying to parlay that good fortune into something bigger. You've been on the precipice of being a real player in this company, but you're always just one rung away, only to knock into that glass ceiling and fall back down a few rungs.
And your time will come, buddy. But first, you have to go through a healthy Vincent Van Agony. First, you need to remember that you're only borrowing that belt, because...*ViVA reaches under the desk and pulls out his MITBOB Briefcase, and shakes it a few times.* It's only a matter of time before I turn your fortune bad, and capitolize on it. It's only a matter of time before once again, the guy everyone wants to believe is the bad guy, does what's best for himself and gives you all another reason to hate him.
You think I give a shit if I don't commentate anymore? You think I'd do this for any other reason other than it's what's best for the FAWA? You're a senseless, careless idiot, Connor. And that's exactly what's going to cost you your belt this Sunday. I'm not even going to need this.*ViVA throws the briefcase back under the announce table.* *Connor looks on, leaning on the ropes as Viva tosses the briefcase back under the table* CM: Vincent Van Agony ladies and gentlemen. The man who had all the power at his disposal to not have gone into a match with me and yet still did. Tell me Viva, did you not put enough sugar in the bosses coffee? Not shine his shoes up quite enough. Not kiss his frickin' ass enough on that particular day?
If it's not excuses that come out of your mouth on a daily basis it's just a bunch of crap that no one in their right mind wants to hear. Here's the thing Viva, I'd be willing to bet that sure, ratings are going up. But you know what. How much do you want to bet people watch while muting the tv to not have to listen to you and The Sam's nasal laden voice over and over again. I bet if we took a poll right now of the audience that the vast majority would listen to an orchestra of nails on chalkboards over having to listen to the two of you more. Hell, why don't we do the "cool" thing and have a poll on twitter or facebook or whatever else some other company wants to keep mentioning incesantly.
You should know that word Sam. It means to repeat over and over. Much like your yammering about The Great Warrior. I'd take Jesse King calling me a jackass a couple of times a week over having to hear you suck the proverbial piece. *Connor takes the Freakin' Awesome title in his hands and holds it up over his head.* CM: And as far as my Freakin' Awesome title goes in just a short bit of time you get to put your money where your mouth is and face me and The General of The Monkey Army for it. And once it's done I'd say it's over but we both know that no matter the outcome that if you lost you would blame it on something. But I'll make it simple for you Viva. The only excuse you will need once Wheel of Misfortune is over is that you absolutely suck and got your ass beat by The Digital One himself. So you go on commentating there, and hold that briefcase close. You're going to need it because that glass ceiling you mentioned earlier? It's going to get shattered. So you better keep it close to cover your head when the shards reach you at the bottom. *With that Connor drops the mic to the mat, holding the belt up with both arms and looking to the crowd before heading out of the ring. On his way up the ramp he slings the belt over his shoulder and pats it appreciatively while eyeing Viva*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 0:32:29 GMT -5
[glow=RED,2,300]FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE PRESENTS[/glow] [shadow=red,left,300]NITERAW[/shadow] [/size] [/center] The Sam: Welcome back FAWA Galaxy. Up next is another exciting tag match.Viva: I cannot root for either team in good faith, Sam. You got Gus Bitchlen’s evil clone on one team and you got Jeremy Dupoe’s minion on the other. The Sam: I guess sometime’s there’s no pleasing people. Viva: You would say that. Marshall Wesley Coventry and "Lord" Brian Alexander versus Mario Nett and The Black RoseViva: Take it away, Muff… MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy; the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall… *White Washed – August Burns Red* Viva: See? Look at this piece of work. He can’t even be relied on to come out by himself. He’s too dangerous. The Sam: Well, BRB must have signed him on for some reason. Viva: Maybe he was supposed to replace Doctor Demento? But if so, why?MM: Introducing first from Ward Six of the Northwoods State Mental Hospital; weighing 230lbs: Marshall. Wesley. Coventry! The Sam: Still, that Nurse Harper isn’t a bad looker. Viva: I can score that any night. Especially if I have a belt around my waist. They love the belts. The Sam: Maybe I can show her my-Viva: No, Sam. Just no. *When You’re Evil – Voltaire* MM: And introducing his partner, accompanied by Rose Blaque; from the palatial Alexander estates, weighing 220lbs: “Lord” Brian… Alexander! Viva: Then you have this chick who follows Lord Alexander around. I dunno about you, but I’ll bet she is stiff as a board. The Sam: Just how Lord Alexander likes it. Viva: Still, not bad looking. He has an excellent eye for her wardrobe. MM: And their first opponent…*Blood Red Sandman – Lordi* The Sam: Now what about Ophelia? Viva: What about her? The Sam: What do you think she’s like? Viva: I think nothing. She’s Dupoe’s girl, not Marionette’s. The Sam: But still, you think she’s…Viva: Dude, I do not need to know what tickles your fancy Sam. MM: From the Parts Unknown Sanitarium Cell #109; weighing 246lbs: Mario… Nett! The Sam: Hey, who said anything about that? I mean, Dupoe is clearly into some weird stuff. You just know-Viva: No, Sam. Just no. The less I associate you with things like “naked” and “sex” and “not a virgin,” the better off I am. The more I know, the more I’ll need to wear Coventry’s straitjacket. MM: And his partner…*Kiss From a Rose – Seal* MM: Descending from the Rafters above and weighing 210lbs: He is… the Black… Rose! The Sam: Uh oh, I didn’t even think about this guy. Viva: Who does? The Sam: Well obviously the ladies. Viva: The ladies are only thinking about The Black Rose because he’s descending from the rafters and tosses them a rose. That’s cheap. That’s easy. Let’s see him win a belt. Let’s see him win two belts – in the same night. Now that’s a p**** magnet. *The Black Rose looks at Nurse Harper and Rose Blaque…* The Sam: Uh oh, The Black Rose is making moves on…*The Black Rose tosses Rose Blaque his rose and makes eye contact…* Viva: Rose Blaque? The Sam: Yeah. Funny that. *Rose Blaque catches the rose and raises it to sniff until BA grabs it from her, throws it on the ground and stamps on it. She simply looks down…* Viva: Lord Alexander asserting his authority it looks like. The Sam: Black Rose gives Mario Nett the floor to open the match. Viva: BA wants a piece of BR though. The Sam: He’ll just have to wait it looks like. Viva: Referee Jake Kwon had better watch out. I have a feeling Lord Alexander is going to mark his territory against the Black Rose here. The Sam: Well he first has to deal with Mario Nett. Viva: And is Marshall Wesley Coventry… staring at me? Like a vulture? The Sam: Eh, he’s crazy. If looks could kill though, am I right?*The bell rings. Nett and BA briefly circle each other...* Viva: Marionette with a Lou Thesz Press and hammering away!The Sam: Get out of there, Lord Brian Alexander!*BA grabs the rope and Mario Nett releases him.* Viva: Referee Jake Kwon issuing a warning to Marionette… The Sam: But here comes Brian Alexander! *BA shoves Kwon away and European uppercuts Nett, who bounces off the ropes into an Irish whip from BA…* Viva: Brian Alexander with opportunism, and a sleeper hold on the rebound!The Sam: Does he really think that will stop a man possessed? Viva: He doesn’t look like he’s ready to let go any time soon. Better to choke out the bear than engage in a fist fight. The Sam: Or, you know, just play dead. Viva: That’s what she said. Mario Nett with a snap mare! Reverse DDT! He covers for the pin!*Kwon counts one, tw- BA gets the shoulder up. He reaches out to MWC, but Nett hops up, picks up BA, and Irish whips him to the ropes…* Viva: Brian Alexander needs to keep his head in the game…*Nett leapfrogs BA…* Viva: I don’t care that the Black Rose made a gesture…*Nett hops down onto his belly as BA leaps over him…* Viva: I think it was all about mind games though. The Sam: Spinebuster to Brian Alexander! Nett with the pin again! One, two, BA with the shoulder up!
Nett is going to town on Brian Alexander tonight.Viva: Black Rose wants to tag in, but Marionette’s out of control. The Sam: And Brian Alexander wants to tag Coventry in, but he can’t get a break. Viva: Marionette with a whip to the ropes…*Nett backs up, then charges for a flying crossbody to BA…* The Sam: Brian Alexander moves in the nick of time! Nett meets corner! Sam with the tag!*BA goes to tag in MWC, who hops down from the apron.* The Sam: Wait, what the? Viva: BA’s all alone in this one tonight.*BA stamps around, pointing and shouting at Rose Blaque…* Viva: He clearly blames this on her. The Sam: Wait, here comes Mario Nett with a haymaker! Viva: BA ducks! Half nelson! Reverse neckbreaker! Pin! The Sam: One, two, Nett gets the shoulder up! Viva: BA’s on the offensive now though. *MWC hops back to the apron and returns to intently staring at Viva…* The Sam: Can BA get a tag this time? Viva: I don’t think he’s going to try. *BA winds up, and Irish whips Nett at BR so hard, it knocks BR off the apron and slams him facefirst into the guardrail…* The Sam: Nice move by Brian Alexander! Viva: Black Rose is dazed! *The arena’s speakers crackle to life, playing a haunting, but unfamiliar to the FAWA Faithful instrumental* The Sam: Now what? Viva: Hm. My “Run-In Sense” is tingling.*The Titantron screen suddenly switches from the match to the top of the ramp, where, after a few moments, a German Shepherd pads onto the stage.* The Sam: Hey, look! Hi, doggie!Viva: How’d that mutt get in here?The Sam: And how’d he get his own entrance music?*The dog paces back and forth, then turns his head and gives two quick barks. Stumbling out from the Gorilla Position, his eyes covered in bandages and carrying a crawfish paddle, comes Caleb Fourchon.* The Sam: It’s Caleb Fourchon! He’s back! And… blind?*Fourchon stomps awkwardly towards the dog who begins to skitter down the ramp, stopping from time to time to look back over his shoulder and give Caleb an encouraging yip.* Viva: Last I heard the man still hadn’t recovered from having piss thrown in his eyes. So, yeah: blind as a bat.The Sam: He must be here for revenge against Brian Alexander, the man responsible for his current affliction.*The crowd, surprisingly, cheers the Cajun Crippler as he makes his way towards the ring, brandishing his crawfish paddle. Both he and the dog stop in their tracks.* The Sam: Caleb’s guide dog looks distracted by the noise.Viva: As does Caleb. I don’t think he’s ever been cheered before.*It soon becomes obvious that something else has caught the dog’s attention. A rotund fan in a stretched out and faded MiLo Duck tee shirt is sitting along the ramp, teasing him with his meatball hero. Suddenly, the canine leaps at him, barking madly. Fourchon follows, and tumbles over the barricade.* The Sam: Oh. Dear.*A confused and befuddled Caleb Fourchon manages to get to his feet in time to be swarmed by Parts Unknown Security. He manages to take a pair of them down with a swing of his paddle, but is soon overwhelmed. As a quartet of guards lift Caleb from the seats and frog march him to the back, a fifth struggles with the German Shepherd, who has bitten down on his pants leg and refuses to let go. * Viva: Look on the bright side, Sammy. This time, when you’re on Botchamania, it won’t be because of something you specifically did. The Sam: Get bent, ViVA.*The action in the ring continues as man and dog are hustled away.* The Sam: “Lord” Brian Alexander couldn’t be more amused though.Viva: Dude, the guy’s blind. That’s kinda low. The Sam: Hey, Fourchon ain’t no saint himself. Viva: Well at least he won’t see Brian Alexander triumph tonight…The Sam: Are you kidding? He’s the legal man and the Black Rose is laid out. It’s happening tonight.*BA hangs his head back and laughs, then turns around…* Viva: Coventry with a tag!*MWC charges for BA, hooks his arm around BA’s neck, spins around to the back…* The Sam: Lunatrixium! BA is down! Viva: This proves nothing! The Sam: And now the Black Rose is getting to his feet! Can he get to the ring in time? *MWC grabs the dazed Mario Nett by the neck, lifts up and…* The Sam: Coventry with Disorder! One, two, three!*White Washed – August Burns Red* MM: Here is your winner by pinfall: Marshall… Wesley… Coventry! Viva: What a cheap victory. He tagged himself in when BA wasn’t paying attention. This proves nothing. Coventry can go ahead and score himself a TV Title shot. He and Dupoe can tear each other apart for all I care. The Sam: He’s not Gus Richlen, Viva. What’s wrong with Coventry? Viva: He’s associated with Gus Richlen. That’s all that matters. Until he pops Richlen one in the mouth, he is an enemy too. The Sam: Well, looks like the enemy has a TV Title shot next Niteraw… Viva: Don’t say it, Sam. The Sam: And he could win it and defend it all the way to the World Heavyweight Title. Viva: Don’t make me laugh. The Sam: Lord Brian Alexander is bewildered. He had this match in the bag one moment and then… gone! Viva: At least everyone now knows just what kind of opportunist Coventry is. The Sam: The Black Rose seemed equally distracted though. Viva: The one guy who actually paid attention was the craziest guy in the whole roster! The Sam: Wait, is that Marshall Wesley Coventry or Mario Nett? Viva: Yes. Commercial.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 0:33:03 GMT -5
[glow=RED,2,300]FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE PRESENTS[/glow] [shadow=red,left,300]NITERAW[/shadow] [/size] [/center] The Sam: That match with the ants is coming up next, isn't it?Viva: Yeah, Ghost Ant & Bull Ant have got their own problems with Ryan Blood, who revealed last week that he was siding with Seth Drakin against this company and BRB! Blood figured that BRB would want to see him suffer, so he decided to pick his own punishment by volunteering himself for this handicap match. Doesn't totally make sense--I mean, if I were BRB I'd let him get beat up by these two guys and then I'd do whatever I planned to do to him on top of that--but that's what happened. And Blood did make a good point: BRB, by allowing this match to take place, gets to see if Ghost Ant and Bull Ant can go toe to toe with a guy who's been good enough to win like half the titles in this company at one time or another!MM: The following contest is your main event, and is scheduled for one fall with television time remaining! Introducing first...*The lights go out, and "Love Is Not Enough" by Nine Inch Nails starts playing* MM: Hailing from Baltimore, MD, and weighing in at 208 lbs...RYAN BLOOD!*Blue jets of flame on the stage flare up and illuminate Blood, who's standing at the top with his head lowered. He raises his eyes and begins walking down to the ring with the lighting in the Parts Unknown Arena changing to a blue hue, and slingshots over the top rope to remove his jacket and wait for his opponents* MM: His first opponent!*"Seeing Red" by Eyeshine* MM: Hailing from The Anthill and weighing in at 328 lbs...he is The World's STRONGEST Ant...BULL ANT!*Bull Ant appears at the top of the ramp, stomps his feet, lets our a roar, and charges down to the ring! He's through the ropes like a shot and Blood bails to the outside just to be safe* MM: And his partner!*"Thriller" by Michael Jackson* MM: Hailing from The Anthill and weighing in at 189 lbs...GHOST ANT!*Ghost Ant runs down to the ring and joins Bull Ant inside, doing the Thriller dance to the delight of the fans. Blood reenters the ring and referee Will Alphonzo calls for the opening bell* Ryan Blood vs. Bull Ant & Ghost Ant*Ghost Ant & Bull Ant discuss who should start before agreeing on Bull Ant, who goes to lock up with Blood. Ryan has no interest in allowing the massive ant to get ahold of him, though, and catches Bull Ant with a dropkick to the knees that brings him down to the mat!* Viva: Not a bad idea, but it'd work better if Blood had some submission moves he could use to further f*** up Bull Ant's knee. Like I have.The Sam: Hey ViVA, has Boiler Room Brawler told you who'll be wrestling Ryan Blood at "Wheel Of Misfortune" for the right to challenge the World Heavyweight Champion?Viva: No, but with just a week to go we're probably won't have to wait long to find out.*Blood casts a wary glance over at Ghost Ant, and then begins to viciously stomp on the head of Bull Ant! Alphonzo demands he stop, but it falls on deaf ears as Blood continues to put the boots to the World's Strongest Ant! Finally he stops and wraps his arms around Bull Ant's neck, goes for a bulldog--NO, Bull Ant doesn't budge, and counters into a ring-shaking belly to back suplex! Blood's face contorts in agony and he arches his back, while a still-dazed Bull Ant slowly brings himself back to his feet* The Sam: Oh my god, that Bull Ant is somebody I do not EVER want to get suplexed by! For a second I thought that Blood was going to go through the ring and leave a Ryan Blood shaped indentation in the concrete floor!Viva: According to the first search result Google gave me, normal ants can lift fifty times their body weight. If Bull Ant's like that, it means he's strong enough to lift--The Sam: OH MY GOD, THAT WOULD MAKE HIM STRONG ENOUGH TO LIFT FIFTY OTHER BULL ANTS! AT ONCE!!!Viva: That's what I just said! And they'd weigh sixteen thousand--oh, forget it.*Bull Ant lifts Ryan Blood high over his head in a gorilla press and slams him down hard! Bull Ant roughly drags Ryan to his feet only to send him back down with By the Horns!* Viva: I watched some DVDs featuring matches with these guys over the weekend, and that brain chop is called "By The Horns".The Sam: But Ryan Blood has no horns. That name makes no sense at all!Viva: BRB, give me a new broadcast partner down here, I'm beggin' ya.*Backing up, Bull Ant waits for Blood to get to his feet. Blood has grabbed one of the turnbuckle pads and is pulling himself up with its aid. As soon as Ryan's up, Bull Ant runs forward for the Bull Rush--Blood's eyes widen as he sees the enormous ant charging at him and leapfrogs Bull Ant just a split second before he would have been speared into next century! Bull Ant crashes into the ring post and is dazed* Viva: Bull Rush by Bull Ant, but it just sends him horns- and antennae-first into the post!The Sam: Which would you say hurts more?Viva: Look at my head, Sammy. Do I have either?The Sam: Not as far as I can tell, but let me take a closer look...Viva: STOP THAT! I don't have any, so I don't know what it feels like to smack them into something like a ring post, all right?! Just call the match!*As Bull Ant turns around to face his opponent, Ryan Blood nails him with the Turbolaser Blast! Bull Ant is knocked backward and falls to a sitting position in the corner, while Blood sinks to all fours in the middle of the ring. Will Alphonzo begins a ten count* The Sam: Well that'll stop the bull in its tracks!Viva: Yes it will. I've fought Blood before and while his superkick isn't the hardest-hitting in this company--Jonathan Michaels' "Fade To Black" gets that award--it comes pretty damn close. The obvious problem he faces is that Bull Ant has a partner to tag and Blood has none. The smart move here would be to get Ghost Ant off the apron and maybe out of the match altogether, and then try to keep Bull Ant grounded and wear him down.*Bull Ant and Ryan get to their feet at the same time, but Blood's a second quicker as he runs up to Bull Ant and blasts him with a rolling elbow! Bull Ant stumbles backward towards Ghost Ant, who tags himself in and blasts Ryan in the chest with a hard roundhouse kick!* The Sam: OH! That did not work out very well for Ryan Blood!Viva: No Ryan, the idea is to knock your opponent out of range of the tag. I mean c'mon, you were only a tag team champion forever, how do you forget something like that?The Sam: Well, now we've got a battle of roundhouse kicks because--yeah, there's one from Blood!*Just as The Sam says that, Blood fires back with a roundhouse kick of his own! Another kick from Ghost Ant to a big "YAY!" from the Parts Unknown crowd! Another kick from Blood to a big "BOO!" Finally Ghost Ant starts to win the exchange, hitting Blood with kick after kick to the yays of the crowd! Blood is driven backward into the ropes* The Sam: Ryan Blood just took too much of a beating earlier to have a hope of winning that--what do you call it, not slugfest, "kickfest"?--with Ghost Ant!Viva: Nice stiff kicks from Ghost Ant. I can't tell how they feel from here, but judging from how they look I'm guessing that the Nakatomi Dojo where I trained couldn't have taught him to do it better.*Ghost Ant goes for an Angle Slam, but Blood slips free while on Ghost Ant's shoulders and lands on his feet behind his opponent. Blood hits Ghost Ant with a dropkick that sends him staggering forward, his head colliding with the head of Will Alphonzo! The referee drops to the mat at the same time Ghost Ant does, and at that very second...* SETH DRAKIN: Bull Ant. I know you told me to stay away from your sister, but I just couldn't help myself!The Sam: Wow! Usually when one of our referees loses consciousness we eventually see shenanigans, but it takes a while. This smacks of shenanigans. I know since I've caused a lot of them myself, you see. And Alphonzo had barely hit the mat before Drakin piped up, wherever he is!Viva: Wait, I see him, over there!*The camera shows Seth in one of the aisles, holding a large duffel bag. Whatever is inside the bag is thrashing and squirming* SETH DRAKIN: [talking to the bag] Say hello to your brother, Moo Moo Ant!Viva: Whoa! Recently over in the 101 Colony, Seth's been threatening the sister of Bull Ant, Moo Moo Ant! That might be her stuffed into that bag!*A furious Bull Ant jumps off the apron and runs into the stands! Seth sets the bag down and retreats into the crowd. Bull Ant gets to the bag and unzips it--and recoils as countless rats begin to swarm out of it!* The Sam: EEEK!Viva: Geez, don't piss your pants, Sammy. Those things are over 100 feet away from us.The Sam: AND THEY'D BETTER NOT COME ANY CLOSER! YOU HEAR ME, YOU DIRTY RATS?!*Before Bull Ant has recovered from the surprise, Seth sneaks up on him! Drakin spins him around, kicks him hard in the gut, and DDTs him onto the concrete!* The Sam: Whoa, that was one hell of a DDT!Viva: Bull Ant could be out cold! It's one on one now!*Back in the ring, Ryan Blood enthusiastically applauds Drakin's actions and then turns around--right into a spinning backfist from a recovered Ghost Ant!* Viva: I know Blood's a fan of Star Wars, so I'll speak his language for a second with a quote from the first movie: "Don't get cocky." That's what happens when you do. You get backfisted to the future.The Sam: I thought only Eddie Kingston could do that.Viva: Other people can do it--hell, I do it. We just don't capitalize it when we say "to the future".The Sam: Oh, okay.*Ghost Ant whips Blood into the ropes, but Blood is able to grab the top rope and stop his momentum! Ghost Ant charges forward, only for Blood to pull down the top rope, sending Ghost Ant tumbling to the outside! Will Alphonzo is back up by now and, while obviously puzzled as to where Bull Ant has gone, does his job by beginning to count Ghost Ant out* The Sam: Low bridge by Blood has just dumped Ghost Ant in front of our table!Viva: Hey, calm down, maybe he's a friendly ghost.The Sam: After what I said about him last week? Are you crazy?*On the floor, Ghost Ant slowly picks himself up, hampered by the pain of his fall. Blood runs the length of the ring and executes a suicide dive through the top and middle ropes to slam into Ghost Ant!* The Sam: Well, I suddenly feel a lot safer.Viva: Nice dive.*Alphonzo's count has been restarted with Blood on the outside. Ryan is the first one to his feet on the floor. He pulls Ghost Ant up--AND GERMAN SUPLEXES GHOST ANT RIGHT INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!* The Sam: AAAH, HE'S THROWING UNDEAD ANTS AT US! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!*The Sam flies out of his chair and runs away in a panic, jumping out a nearby window* Viva: What a weird place to put a window. I'm surprised I never noticed it there before. Anyway, our announce table is cracked down the middle from the impact of that German suplex!*With a satisfied grin, Blood drags Ghost Ant over to the ring and shoves him under the bottom rope, making a cover seconds later* 1! 2! Thr--Kickout! Viva: Holy crap, he kicked out! I thought that was gonna do it for Ghost Ant!*Shocked and angry that he didn't get the pinfall, Blood starts hammering away at Ghost Ant with closed fists until Alphonzo begins a five count; Ryan stops very reluctantly at four* Viva: GodDAMN, calm down there, Ryan!*Yanking Ghost Ant to his feet, Blood goes for a ura-nage, but Ghost Ant stops him with a headbutt, followed by two more until Blood releases him and stumbles away in a daze. Ghost Ant stumbles in the opposite direction, leaning on the ropes for support and breathing heavily* Viva: Ghost Ant had to dig deep to get the energy to stop Blood's offense. Has he got enough left to turn this around, or is it just a matter of time before Blood finishes him?*Blood shakes away the cobwebs and rushes at Ghost Ant, but the representative of the Anthill ducks Blood's clothesline and kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over. Ghost Ant picks Ryan up in a fireman's carry--Beyond the Beyond!* Viva: An F-5 is bad enough by itself, and obviously everything's worse when it drops you onto a turnbuckle like Ghost Ant's version--"Beyond The Beyond"--does!*Ryan staggers backward after being dropped onto the top turnbuckle facefirst, but Ghost Ant stops him from falling down by catching him in a Gory Special--STEP INTO THE LIGHT! An exhausted Ghost Ant lays across Blood's torso and hooks the leg* 1! 2! 3! The Sam: [poking his head through the window] Is it safe? Is the ant gone?Viva: He's in the ring, Sammy, and he just won.MM: Here are your winners via pinfall, GHOST AND AND BULL ANT!The Sam: Uh, good...I, er, thought I hear my car alarm go off a minute ago, so I had to run out to check on it.Viva: Of course, and here I thought you were just being a pussy like usual.*Another Body Murdered - Faith No More/Boo Yaa Tribe* The Sam: What the? What is BRB doing in the Parts Unknown Arena?Viva: Uh... he owns the FAWA?*Parts Unknown Security line the entrance ramp as BRB rolls down to halfway on his Segway, mic in hand...* BRB: Look at you now, Blood. You fired the first shot last week. The first, cheap shot against me, BRB!
You know, if you had just waited. If you were just patient, you, the Lord of the Ring, were poised to host the spinning of the Wheel of Misfortune.
But no, you had to be a little prick who cheap shots the boss from behind. You will be replaced and you will no longer get to spin the wheel.
But wait, there's more, Blood! You defeated "The Emerald Warrior" Gus Richlen to qualify for a #1 Contender Match for the World Heavyweight Title.
But where is your opponent?
Where, oh where could he be?
He's right in the back, so why doesn't he come on out?The Sam: Who? Who could it possibly be?Viva: If I know BRB; if I've been paying attention, I'd say it's...*Another Body Murdered - Faith No More/Boo Yaa Tribe* The Sam: It's El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler!Viva: Yep. I knew it.BRB: That's right, it's he, it's he, it's El Hijo de me, BRB! And at Wheel of Misfortune, Blood, you get to face him one on one for the #1 Contendership. Better hope the Wheel of Misfortune smiles upon you, because it took two men to beat this 6'12", 400lb gigante last time, and I don't think you will measure up, and at Wheel of Misfortune, El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler will truly make you live up to your new affiliation: The Fallen.
Once again, I'm your Majority Shareholder, I am the FAWA, I am Boiler Room Brawler, and this is my in-ring representative...*BRB leaves on his Segway while El Hijo de BRB and Ryan Blood exchange glares from their positions...*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 0:33:34 GMT -5
[glow=RED,2,300]FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE PRESENTS[/glow] [shadow=red,left,300]NITERAW[/shadow] [/size] [/center] Viva: This next match is gonna be Jeremy Dupoe's third defense of the Television Title in a row.The Sam: Speaking of titles, I notice there's a conspicuous lack of Freakin' Awesome Championship belts at this announce table. What happened to yours again?Viva: Yeah yeah, I know I said that I wouldn't lose it to Mackenzie and then he beat me for it. But that never would've happened if I were 100%! Let me tell you something, Sammy, when Frank finds out who jumped me and put me in a hospital bed after The Animated Pay-Per-View, I am going to make that miserable f*** pay.MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWA Television Title!*"No Love" - Eminem feat. Lil Wayne* MM: Introducing first, the challenger! He is accompanied to the ring by Cynnamon! Hailing from Starke, FL, and weighing in at 275 lbs...he is "Handsome" WHITEY FATS!*Whitey walks out with his mahogany pimp cane, fireworks going off as he poses at the top of the ramp holding the cane over his head. The fans pop for him and Cynnamon claps. The two walk to the ring and get inside the ropes. Cynnamon hangs off of Whitey, while five bursts of pyro shoot out of the ringposts* MM: His opponent!"That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die..."*"Unhallowed Metropolis" - Vernian Process* MM: Hailing from Arkham, MA, and weighing in at 210 lbs, he is your FAWA Television Champion..."The Envoy Of Chaos"....JEREMY DUPOE!*Pyro strikes the stage, and Dupoe rises through a hole that's billowing fog. He's reading a book, and when he gets to the top of the stage he slams the book shut with one hand. A 20 foot wall of flame erupts behind him, after which he starts walking to ring with the book in hand shooting disgusted looks at the crowd, who rain boos down upon him. He sneaks one last at the book before setting it by the turnbuckle and climbing the stairs to enter the ring. He removes his robe and locks stares with Whitey. Cynnamon exits through the ropes and referee Lloyd McFloyd signals for the bell to ring* Jeremy Dupoe vs. Whitey Fats FAWA Television Title*Whitey and Dupoe decide to kick things off by trading punches, and finally Whitey lands three in a row and whips Dupoe into the corner! Whitey rushes in with a hard lariat and whips Dupoe into the opposite corner--reversal! Whitey crashes into the turnbuckles and Dupoe rushes in and nails him in the stomach with a knee!* The Sam: I'm surprised Dupoe was able to hit him with that knee after taking all of that!Viva: Me too; Whitey's overweight, but when he catches you with a lariat like that you feel every last one of those 275 pounds behind it! That's why he's a former World Heavyweight Champion.*Dupoe picks Whitey up--backbreaker!* 1! 2! Kickout! Viva: Backbreaker gets two.The Sam: This powerbomb The Envoy Of Chaos is setting up for might be enough to get three!*Powerbomb attempted by Dupoe, but Whitey backdrops him! Whitey fights through the pain and forces himself to stand. He advances on Dupoe and begins to methodically stomp on each part of his body, Dupoe convulsing in agony as each boot hits!* The Sam: The Garvin Stomp! Innovated by Ronnie Garvin, the man with the Feet Of Stone!Viva: You mean Hands Of Stone.The Sam: Surely his feet must have also been made of stone! If they weren't, then he would stomp on his opponents with his stoney hands instead!Viva: Even if you're right, "Feet Of Stone" doesn't really have the same ring to it.The Sam: I'm just telling the truth, ViVA. Don't blame me if you don't like hearing it.*Whitey pulls Dupoe to his feet and hits him with a vertical suplex!* 1! 2! Kickout! Viva: Now Fats only gets two!The Sam: On the bright side, he's 66.666666666666666666666666666666666666666666% of the way there!Viva: I think you left out a few sixes.The Sam: Eh, close enough.*Scorpion Death Drop attempted by Whitey, but before he can hit the move Dupoe counters it into a belly to back suplex! McFloyd begins a ten count* The Sam: And both men are down!Viva: Whitey looks like he's in better shape than Dupoe at this point, though....*Whitey's back on his feet a second before Dupoe and swings at the Television Champion, but Dupoe ducks the blow and staggers Whitey with a punch of his own! Dupoe wails away on him, sending him into the ropes and meeting him with a Lou Thesz Press, taking Whitey down and hammering away at him in a frenzy before McFloyd orders him to stop!* Viva: Okay, now Whitey's no longer in better shape than Dupoe thanks to that Thesz Press and the shitload of punches that went with it.*Dupoe drags Whitey into the corner intent on tying him to the Tree of Woe, but Whitey boots him in the face before he can do it! Dupoe staggers away, shakes his head clear, and turns around--right into a big Double A Spinebuster from Whitey Fats!* The Sam: That was a hard spinebuster, but I notice that Whitey's stolen lots of his moves! That one was from Arn Anderson, the Scorpion Death Drop was Sting's, he uses a Jumping Knee like Harley Race, a Flair flop--Viva: The Flair flop isn't a move, it's just something that happens to you. And everything becomes public domain after a while; if somebody starts using my Bedtime Story a few years from now, I'm not gonna lose my shit over it.The Sam: Isn't that a Muta Lock?Viva: *Ahem* Like I said. Muta hasn't got a problem with it, so nobody Whitey's borrowed moves from will either. Now back to the match, where Whitey's got the upper hand again...*Whitey drops a leg onto Dupoe and begins climbing to the top rope--suddenly Mario Nett runs down and jumps onto the apron! Lloyd McFloyd rushes over to intercept Nett as he tries to enter the ring and get at Whitey, who's hopped down from the top rope and is heading toward Nett and McFloyd* Viva: Mario Nett's eyes are even crazier than usual right now! He really wants a piece of Whitey!The Sam: Looks like Whitey feels the same way. Maybe he should be watching his opponent, though.*Whitey is jawing at Nett, while McFloyd is doing everything he can to keep the two men apart! Dupoe has come around with Whitey's back turned to him, and goes over to the corner with his book. Dupoe reaches down for it--but Cynnamon snatches the book away!* Viva: Good work by Cynnamon! Usually she just stands next to Whitey and looks good, but this time she saved Whitey from getting clocked by that doorstopper of a book Dupoe's been reading since he got to this company!*Cynnamon retreats and shouts a warning to Whitey. Whitey spins around and, seeing Dupoe back on his feet, charges at Dupoe and brings him down with a big boot!* *McFloyd is still occupied with Mario Nett, though and as Whitey gets ready to powerbomb his opponent, Dupoe drops down and nails him with a low blow! Nett sees this and immediately hops off the apron and stops arguing with McFloyd. McFloyd turns around just in time to see Dupoe covering a groaning Whitey Fats* 1! 2! 3! MM: Here is your winner and STILL Television Champion, "The Envoy Of Chaos", JEREMY DUPOE!Viva: One more win for Jeremy Dupoe! Of course it wasn't clean, but he'll take it.The Sam: I like how he improvised at the end when his plans went awry. Can't bash somebody's head in with a book? Bash their balls in with your fist!Viva: Wait, is that Square entering from the crowd?The Sam: He's gunning for Cynnamon!Viva: And Whitey's too ballstruck to stop him!The Sam: Luckily she has Dupoe's book...*Square approaches Cynnamon while Whitey can only lean onto the ropes with one arm. Jeremy Dupoe and Mario Nett watch on, cackling...* The Sam: Is this a sign of the end of times that Jeremy Dupoe talks about?*Cynnamon swings with the book, but Square sidesteps her...* Viva: Uh oh... here comes the...*Square spins around...* Viva: Squareplosion! Cynnamon is down!The Sam: What the hell, Square?Viva: Hitting a woman? She's not an FAWA Superstar - she's defenseless!*Square kicks the book aside and grabs Cynnamon by the hair, wrapping it around his wrist. He points at Whitey and shouts at him.* Square: Rematch, Whitey! Rematch or she gets it!The Sam: This is beyond the veil, Viva, should we do something?Viva: You know what, no. Not-*Square, hair firmly in his grip, slams Cynnamon to the ground, grabs the book and bashes Whitey in the face, then slides it to Jeremy Dupoe...* Viva: Square is making this personal.The Sam: Didn't he make it personal from the beginning?Viva: If I were Whitey, I'd do it. Others are suffering for his refusal to wrestle now.The Sam: Let's cut to a commercial.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 0:33:59 GMT -5
[glow=RED,2,300]FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE PRESENTS[/glow] [shadow=red,left,300]NITERAW[/shadow] [/size] [/center] The Sam: Welcome back FAWA Galaxy. I am The Sam and my broadcasting partner, Vincent Van Agony, will be with us shortly in the squared circle. What a whopper of a match the Majority Shareholder booked tonight: Jonathan Michaels, Aaron Enigma, and Connor Mackenzie against Frank Castle, Viva, and the returning Smokin’ Vokoun!
It’s a spectacular “Wheel of Misfortune” preview! MM: The following is a six-man tag team match scheduled for one fall!*"DOA" hits as Jonathan Michaels, Aaron Enigma, and Connor Mackenzie walk out together through the smoke, with Enigma and Mackenzie giving their accesories to fans.* MM: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 695 pounds, the team of the "Head Detective" Aaron Enigma, the Freakin' Awesome Champion the "Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie, and Jonathan Michaels! The Sam: Enjoy this moment while you can, everybody, because not only will this be the last night that you see Mackenzie as Freakin' Awesome Champion, this will also be the last time you ever see Michaels on NiteRaw ever again after Frank Castle beats him into unemployment at Wheel Of Misfortune!*"No World For Tomorrow" is drowned out by boos as Viva, flanked by Smokin' Vokoun and Frank Castle walk to the ring, Viva looking as smug as ever.* MM: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 765 pounds, the team of Smokin' Vokoun, the FAWA World Champion Frank "The Punisher" Castle, and the Commisioner of the Freakin' Awesome Wrestling Alliance Vincent Van AGony, ViVA, Inc.! The Sam: And this right here is the once and future golden unit in FAWA! When all is said and done next week, the biggest blight in this company will be out of a job, while almost all the gold will be right where it belongs, with ViVA, Inc.!*John Creed calls for the bell as Michaels starts off against Vokoun. Michaels and Vokoun lock up right away, with Vokoun trying to whip him to the ropes but gets countered into a set of arm drags, followed by a snap suplex. He then drags Vokoun to the corner and tags Enigma in. Enigma starts in with punches to Vokoun's midsection, then he whips him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a dropkick. Vokoun starts to sit up, but gets caught off-guard by a kick in the back! 1! Vokoun kicks out, but Enigma begins hitting him with knee strikes before whipping him to the corner and tagging in Mackenzie. Mackenzie begins chopping at Vokoun in the corner before Creed pulls him away. Vokoun staggers out and is leveled by a dragon screw legwhip! 1! 2! Vokoun gets the shoulder up, so Mackenzie pulls him up, only to be bulldozed into ViVA, Inc.'s corner, where Vokoun tags in Castle. Castle starts brutally blasting Mackenzie with knee strikes to the face, followed by a vicious uppercut. He then Gorilla presses the smaller man over his head and just lets him fall! 1! 2! Mackenzie kicks out, but he gets pulled up by the head and DDTed! 1! 2! Mackenzie kicks out again, but Castle tags in Viva, who starts stomping away at the Freakin' Awesome Champion before picking him up and hitting a hangman's neckbreaker! 1! 2! Mackenzie again kicks out, but Viva catches him on the rise with an arm trap suplex before going over and tagging in Vokoun. Vokoun starts right in on Mackenzie, throwing punches before hitting a bionic elbow. He then whips him into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a Samoan drop! Instead of going for the cover, he picks him up again and hits a side headlock takedown before picking him up again and hitting a gutwrench suplex! 1! 2! Mackenzie kicks out!* The Sam: This, folks, is why ViVA, Inc. is the best group in the company along with Corporate! There's nobody else that comes close to being as good as them!*Mackenzie is a bit slow to get up, but he does, and Vokoun goes for a drop toe hold, but it gets countered into one of Mackenzie's own that sends him face first into a turnbuckle! Mackenzie turns, lunges, and tags Enigma in! Enigma goes to the top rope and hits a diving clothesline on Vokoun! Viva runs in but gets a vertical suplex for his trouble, and Castle's attempt at interference is met by a dropkick! Vokoun gets up but gets back suplexed, and Viva gets planted on top of him with a sitout inverted suplex slam! Enigma follows this up with a double leg drop to both men! He then gets up, turns, and gets brutally lariated by Castle!* The Sam: Well, that's what you get for taking your eye off of the other guy!*Viva and Castle get out of the ring as Vokoun hits an elbow drop on Enigma! 1! 2! Enigma kicks out, but Vokoun drags him to the corner and tags in Castle, who fires off a few stomps, then pulls him up and hits a neckbreaker! 1! 2! Enigma kicks out again, but this time, Castle picks him up by the throat with one arm and hits the Flashbang! 1! 2! Enigma kicks out again! Castle then lifts him up and tries to put him in a full nelson, but it gets countered into a jawbreaker! Enigma makes a break for his corner, but Castle staggers and tags Viva in, and Viva drags Enigma back and picks him up for a Devil Lock DDT! 1! 2! Enigma kicks out again, so Viva backs up and waits for him to get up, and once he does, Viva charges for a sp-SAMOAN DROP BY ENIGMA OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! Enigma scrambles to his corner and tags in Michaels, and the former FAWA Champion blows in like a house of fire, dropping Viva with clothesline after clothesline before tossing him aside with a belly to back suplex! Vokoun tries to run in, but Michaels grabs him and tosses him through the ropes and into Castle, knocking them off the apron! Viva tries to get up but doing so leaves him open to a spinebuster! 1! 2! Castle pulls Creed out of the ring and boots him! With the ref down, Mackenzie and Enigma go after the other members of ViVA, Inc. as Michaels hits a sidewalk slam on Viva, then goes to the top rope, but Viva rolls out of the way of the moonsault! Michaels crashlands on the mat, and as he gets up, Viva spins him around and hits the Codebreaker!* The Sam: Well, I can't exactly say I was hoping for Michaels to have a happy ending on his fin-*The commentary suddenly goes dead and a HUGE roar comes from the crowd as Gus Richlen jumps the barricade and knocks The Sam down, taking the headset off in the process! Viva is stalking Michaels for the Long Kiss Goodnight and doesn't see Richlen enter the ring, AND RICHLEN FLIPS HIM OVER HIS HEAD AND DELIVERS THE MEWTWO DRIVER!!!! Richlen bails from the ring and goes through the crowd as Michaels goes for the cover and Will Alphonzo speeds down the ramp to count it! 1! 2! Castle tries to pull Alphonzo out of the ring but gets an STO from Enigma! 3!* MM: Here are your winners, Aaron Enigma, Connor Mackenzie, and Jonathan Michaels! *Castle and Vokoun pull Viva out of the ring and start to back up the ramp, Castle looking around furiously for Richlen, who is already most of the way through the crowd, a sick smile on his face. Michaels stands in the ring and makes the belt motio...* [glow=RED,2,300]FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE[/glow] [glow=yellow,2,300]CREDITS[/glow]
[/size] Boiler Room Brawler Brokendownoldhound Mr. Socko’s Brother Aaron Enigma Hoss Fan The Punisher Gus Richlen Vaderized [/center]
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 0:39:19 GMT -5
Sent a courtesy PM to all members linking to the first post of the show. Let me know if you didn't receive one as that would indicate neither Viva nor I have you on the list.
First post has been changed to reflect the card as it currently stands.
If there is objection to the Title Shot Tag Match entrants, just inform me or Viva.
Enjoy the show.
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
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Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Apr 25, 2012 0:43:55 GMT -5
I think I know the answer to this question, but would it be possible for MWC to face Dupoe one-on-one for the title at the PPV?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Apr 25, 2012 1:48:53 GMT -5
Very good show.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 1:50:37 GMT -5
I think I know the answer to this question, but would it be possible for MWC to face Dupoe one-on-one for the title at the PPV? Hm... Considering the nature of Wheel of Misfortune, perhaps. If so, we can remove you two and your respective partners and make it a simpler 4-man tag match. What say you, Viva?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Apr 25, 2012 2:27:55 GMT -5
Btw, having written both my match and the Dupoe/Whitey match I would like to ask people, especially The Sam, how they like my writing of The Sam's commentary.
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Viva
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THAT'S MY PURSE! *kick to the groin*
You can dance if you want to.
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Post by Viva on Apr 25, 2012 2:39:17 GMT -5
I think I know the answer to this question, but would it be possible for MWC to face Dupoe one-on-one for the title at the PPV? Hm... Considering the nature of Wheel of Misfortune, perhaps. If so, we can remove you two and your respective partners and make it a simpler 4-man tag match. What say you, Viva? Flip a coin. Let fate decide.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 2:55:25 GMT -5
Eh, screw it, let's do it. I'll edit the card later.
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The Sam
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Post by The Sam on Apr 25, 2012 3:07:28 GMT -5
Good show. Next time the Ants have a match, can whoever is writing commentary have me say "You know Viva, I know a guy who sells dead ants on the cheap." I don't care if it doesn't make sense, just cram it in.
Also, a little disappointing that I didn't make any jokes about Connor Mackenzie's Mother this week. So here is one now; "Connor Mackenzie's Mother is so dumb, it takes her one and a half hours to watch 60 minutes".
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Apr 25, 2012 6:29:57 GMT -5
Good show. Next time the Ants have a match, can whoever is writing commentary have me say "You know Viva, I know a guy who sells dead ants on the cheap." I don't care if it doesn't make sense, just cram it in. Also, a little disappointing that I didn't make any jokes about Connor Mackenzie's Mother this week. So here is one now; "Connor Mackenzie's Mother is so dumb, it takes her one and a half hours to watch 60 minutes". I thought up another one for you as well Sam...I'll pm it to you to see what you think. EDIT** And as always guys, great show!
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Post by hossfan on Apr 25, 2012 7:28:01 GMT -5
Good show
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2012 8:33:34 GMT -5
Wow! I'll be honest, this is the first show I've read in quite some time and I was impressed. I like what BRB and Viva have done with the formatting. It's a much easier read than when I was running things. Kudos to everyone who put it together.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 12:39:24 GMT -5
Wow! I'll be honest, this is the first show I've read in quite some time and I was impressed. I like what BRB and Viva have done with the formatting. It's a much easier read than when I was running things. Kudos to everyone who put it together. Thanks. One thing I did different this time, if no one noticed, was to use different sizes for different dialogue text. Size 3 for characters on the mic, size 2 for the announce both, and size 1 for characters off-mic. I think it adds to presentation, but what does everyone else think? Similarly, "taped" and "backstage" segments are in quotes to differentiate them from in-ring action. If they are popular enough, I think I might make them writing standards.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 25, 2012 13:50:34 GMT -5
So... While we don't yet know the stipulations, who plans to write what? We have a lot of matches this time, so let's see people step up - don't be afraid. Furthermore, when writing, remember to try to transcend weekly Niteraw match quality - it's a supercard, so make your matches as good as possible.
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
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Fun while it lasted
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Apr 25, 2012 14:30:46 GMT -5
I'll take the FAC match.
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