smokinvokoun
Dennis Stamp
Daffy's Gonna Kill You
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Post by smokinvokoun on Mar 26, 2012 23:21:05 GMT -5
Hows the show coming along?
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 26, 2012 23:48:15 GMT -5
Hopefully soon. Doing some touching up on this and that.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 27, 2012 1:42:44 GMT -5
[glow=RED,2,300]FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE PRESENTS[/glow] [glow=yellow,2,300]NITERAW[/glow]
[/size] [/center] TH: Welcome everyone to Niteraw! I’m Gorilla Tim Hoss and with me as always is Jesse King!JK: The Animated Pay Per View was gangbusters, Gorilla, and I’m feeling the energy tonight.TH: And that was the final show of the WWCF, as tonight, the Majority Shareholder, Boiler Room Brawler, promises to usher in the new era in style!JK: I can’t wait, Gorilla, so let’s get to it!MM: WWCF 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 ramp. Boiler Room Brawler rolls out on his Segway, with El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler following behind him.* *BRB and EHdBRB enter the ring.* BRB: Welcome to the Boiler Room!
It's me, it's me, it's BRB, and at my side is my 6'12", 400lb, in-ring representative, El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler!
The Animated Pay Per View was an unprecedented success, but it marks the end of an era for my company.
World WrestleCrap Federation is no more.
In its place shall be the rise of FAWA, and tonight is the very first Niteraw in which it begins, and I am proud to be the man who ushers it in.
And with the new era, I am turning over a new leaf. My employees always complain about the chaos within my company, FAWA. They think I am doing nothing about it out of sheer incompetence. They see chaos, but they don't see the bigger picture like me, their Majority Shareholder, BRB, and that picture is a rich tapestry of ratings and buyrates and dividends. "Chaos" creates ratings, and my company has grown since I completely took over and became your Majority Shareholder. It has expanded, and it is still expanding. I'm signing new talent every day. Look at In Your Apartment, look at Christmassacre, look at Lord of the Ring, and then look at The Animated Pay Per View. Your chaos brings my company ratings and dividends.
You'll still complain though, so I'll tell you all what: I will deliver on a promise made on my company's website.
Smokin' Vokoun, come on out!
*The Smokin' Vokoun comes out with Lou Thesz III and enters the ring.* TH: The always brutal Smokin' Vokoun. Last week, he attacked Aaron Enigma after failing to capture the Interforums Title at The Animated Pay Per View.JK: He was letting off steam, Hoss. He wrestled Aaron Enigma to a draw, and then earned a title shot, only to lose at The Animated Pay Per View.TH: That's no excuse to me.BRB: How you doing, Smokie? Feeling dapper?
I know I am, but it ain't because I made money on the Interforums Title Match.*Vokoun scowls...* BRB: Oh, don't be like that Smokie. I bet on Evil M anyway. *BRB grins...* BRB: Let's get down to brass tacks though, Smokie. You were highly unprofessional after you lost to Aaron Enigma and failed to capture the Interforums Title after all that hard work.
I respect a man with drive and accomplishments, and I can't deny that you not only wrestled Aaron Enigma to a draw in the first place, but you also earned a title shot.
I'm going to put this in your hands, Smokie.
Smokie... You have a chance to change my company's policy right here if you do just one thing for me, BRB, in front of my company's, FAWA's, Galaxy.
I want you to apologize for your brutality on Aaron Enigma, who does in fact make me and my company money, which trickles down to you of course.
If you apologize, then that last match that you lost? It will be that title shot you earned all that time ago. And a new policy will take place, in which championship match draws will always mean rematches.
Apologize to me, Smokie. Say you're sorry. Get down on your knees and tell me, BRB, that you are sorry for being a sore loser.
Go ahead. Do it.*BRB places the mic in the Smokin' Vokoun's face. Smokey snatches the mic from out of BRB's hands and then motions for Lou to leave the ring. Lou begs Smokey to reconsider but Vokoun won't have any of it. Lou reluctantly leaves the ring and walks away. Leaving both BRB and Smokin Vokoun standing face to face with eachother...* Vokoun: First of all....before I get "on topic" just look at us right now. I have to get some things off my chest, now that I have the legendary Boiler Room Brawler face to face. It was almost TWO years ago....you and I were standing face to face on Nakatomi's Plaza. REMEMBER THAT BRB!!!? I had just kicked your ass at Wrestle-CrApocalypse 2010, and beat you for the WWCF Hardcore championship. And then two weeks later, you were coming on Nitraw making a claim that you and I were so much alike. YOU WERE THE FIRST ONE TO SEE GREATNESS IN ME!!!!! Or so you said. And you know what BRB....I believed you. You wanted me to re-energize a dying stable. So I join you. You and I were gonna dominate this company and professional wrestling. YOU AND I!!!!
But that didn't happen....did it?
No...you manged to make yourself into a vegetable. And admittingly you never had much going up stairs, but even in this state, you were pretty much useless. However, me, being blinded by our pact, I FOUGHT FOR YOU ALLLL SUMMER LONG!!!!! I WASTED A WHOLE SUMMER FIGHTING FOR YOU, TRYING TO BE THAT BROTHER THAT YOU NEVER HAD, THAT I NEVER HAD!!!!! I did I ever get any thanks at all from you? NOT A F**ING CHANCE IN HELL!!!!
And remember when I left Boiler Room Brawler. I had those drug problems. I was addicted to Heroin. You know that's why I left the first time. I had to get my mind in order. And while I was doing that...I realized something. The one person, that I excepted to help me....was you. Because you had talked about how you and I were like brothers. Kindred spirits if you will. I didn't hear from you Brawler...WHERE WERE YOU..YOU SON OF BITCH!!!!!!? YOU ABANDONED ME JUST LIKE THIS COMPANY ABANDONED ME, JUST LIKE THESE FANS ABANDONED ME!!!!! I WAS LEFT OUT IN THE COLD, LEFT. FOR. DEAD!!!!! Sro if it hasn't been clear enough for your pea brain to understand, let me make this clear...I HATE YOUR GOD DAMN GUTS!!!!!!
So...you can understand why I have a chip on my shoulder for you and this rotten company. And to add to the fact, I've had to jump through TONS AND TONS of hoops...for minimal reward. I beat you, I beat Evil M, I beat the General, I beat Jazzman, I beat The Punisher, I beat Whitey Fats, I beat Jonathan Michaels, I beat Amigo. I've beaten everybody. And yet, I'm the one that's always overlooked. I SHOULD BE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! Hell, I'd probably be the only challenge Frank Castle actually has, considered no one can beat him. But I'm sitting here, jumping through hoops to get title shots. And when I finally do a major shot, I get screwed. TWICE... Aaron Enigma has screwed me out of the Interforum Championship. TWICE!!!!
And now, you ask me....to apologize. Another "Hoop" to jump through, just to get a title shot that I deserve. That's all I have to do huh? I mean, Seth Drakin, when he was the head...he made me jump through hoops. Ryan Blood made me jump through hoops. What makes you different than all the other failed management types that have walked into this company? I don't trust you at all.And I never will. YOU DON'T TELL SMOKIN VOKOUN WHAT TO DO!!!! NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO DO!!!!!
So after all this, we have now come to my answer. Will I apologize? Well.....to be honest...I've never apologized for anything in my life. But this time...it's gonna be different.
To all the wrestling fans in the audience...to you Boiler Room Brawler...I.....apologize.[/color] *The crowd is stunned to hear this.* JK: Do my ears deceive me?Vokoun: I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...THAT I DIDN'T MURDER AARON ENIGMA WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!!!!!
I'M SORRY....I DIDN'T SHATTER HIS SKULL AND LEAVE HIM FOR DEAD!!!!!
AND I'M SORRY THAT AARON ENIGMA IS ONLY LYING IN A HOSPITAL BED AND LAYING IN THE MORGUE!!!!!!
That's the apology that you're gonna get BRB. Because I don't need you throwing down more hoops for me, because quite frankly...I'm done with you. If you want to suspend me, fire me..BAN ME!!!! You go right ahead. Because you deserve to have a champion like Aaron Enigma, who couldn't even defend himself. These fans, who cheer him on every week deserve to have a man like Aaron Enigma. So in closing.....you can take this job BRB...AND STICK IT UP YOUR FAT OVERRATED ASS!!!!!!!!!!![/color] *Vokoun drops the mic on the mat, and leaves the ring and slowly walks away. Before he walks through the curtains he flips off the crowd and flips off Boiler Room Brawler with a big grin on his face and walks away.* JK: I can see the steam coming off his chest.TH: BRB sure ain't smiling... Wonder what his rebuttal will be...JK: Looks like El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler...*BRB continues to grimace as El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler is about to step over the top rope to pursue Smokin' Vokoun, but BRB stops him and grins...* BRB: ...
Angry as always, Smokie. Don't you ever change.
...*BRB paces back and forth while EHdBRB crosses his arms.* JK: The wheels are turning up there...BRB: I will be very clear here, Smoking Vokoun, so listen up.
All I wanted was an apology for your violent actions outside of your scheduled match. A simple, "Sorry, Brawler, I'll never do it again. Promise." You could have rolled your eyes for all I care.JK: I know I would have.BRB: A simple apology was too much for you though. Maybe I had that coming. I hope you are satisfied, regardless of whether what you said is true.
Because you did not give me, BRB, my company, and the FAWA Galaxy a simple apology, you can forget about that title shot I was going to give you. You did have one good idea though, and that is to ban you.
From here on out, you are suspended without pay and you are banned from the Parts Unknown Arena.TH: Incredible!JK: Oh, like that'll change anything.BRB: And I know what you are thinking already: how can BRB enforce that? He does nothing about the chaos in the Parts Unknown Arena every week. Everyone knows he does nothing.
Well that comes to an end tonight.JK: This should be interesting.BRB: Tonight I will put in place my means of controlling the chaos. You wanted it, you got it.TH: What? What is it going to be?BRB: Will the following of my employees please enter the ring...
"Gorilla" Timothy Hoss and Jesse King.JK: Huh?TH: I'm confused as you are, King.*Tim Hoss and Jesse King leave the announce table and enter the ring while BRB sternly watches them.* BRB: Having fun tonight?*Jesse King smiles and says, "Yes" off mike. Tim Hoss looks on in confusion...* BRB: That's great to hear, Jesse, because I'm afraid that comes to an end tonight.*Jesse King and Tim Hoss look at each other...* BRB: Jesse King, I have listened to your commentary week after week after week after week. You are a know it all and you claim to call things as you see them, but the truth of the matter is that I find you continually dishonest and simply contrarian to anything Tim Hoss says.
I'll give you this much credit though: you have balls and a spine and you sometimes stand up for yourself. But here's the thing: you always get beaten down, so what good is that?
I, my company, and the FAWA Galaxy deserve better than you, so get out.*Jesse King looks at Tim Hoss, then at BRB...* BRB: Did I stutter, King? Get out of the Parts Unknown Arena and never come back. You're finished here. Your final paycheck will be waiting for you at the door. Now get out of here, or El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler will throw you out.*BRB stares at Jesse King, who looks one more time to Tim Hoss, who extends his hand, and they shake. Jesse King looks to the crowd and bows.* BRB: Stop wasting time...*Jesse King leaves the ring.* BRB: Now for you, "Gorilla" Tim Hoss...
Your boring, dry, and populist commentary style graces my company's program week in and week out while Jesse King yammers on to make it halfway interesting. Enough is enough, it's time for you to move on to greener pastures.
We all wish you well in your future endeavors, Tim Hoss. Have a nice day. Your final pay check will be waiting for you at the door.
Now get out, or El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler will throw you out.*"Gorilla" Tim Hoss looks around the Parts Unknown Arena and looks down with a somber mood on his face.* BRB: I didn't say cry, Hoss. I said leave. It's out with the old, and in with the new.*Tim Hoss looks up at BRB and scowls before flipping him off and leaving.* BRB: That's real nice, Hoss. Real nice.*Tim Hoss leaves the ring and kicks and stomps on BRB's Segway before joining Jesse King.* BRB: I have now trimmed some fat from my company, and in it's place it's time I put some muscle. I don't physical, oh no, I mean that the Freakin' Awesome Wrestling Alliance's announce team will be able to book on the spot. They will have power in my company. They will be able to do more than talk, because they will be able to cradle every one of my employees' jobs in the palms of their hands.
FAWA Galaxy, I present to you, your new, improved announce team:
General Manager The Sam and Commissioner Vincent Van Agony!*Vincent Van Agony walks out bearing the Freakin' Awesome Title with The Sam at his side. The Sam tries to high five fans to no avail.* BRB: Have fun, boys. It's the beginning of a new era, so be good hosts.*Viva and The Sam sit at the announce table and put on their headsets...* Viva: Interesting new gig if I say so myself.The Sam: You're telling me, Van Agony. This is the opportunity of a lifetime: announcing matches for the FAWA. We get to announce the first match!Viva: Hope it doesn't suck.The Sam: Why would BRB set up the first official FAWA match to suck?Viva: I don't know, Sam. I'm just keeping it real.BRB: So let's get this show started, and I'm going to start with the real star of The Animated Pay Per View last week: El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler!*EHdBRB raises his arms in triumph...* BRB: Now, he may not have beaten Connor Mackenzie or Jason Allen for those title shots, but I'll tell you what I saw: two men barely beat one man that night.
That little test drive was an unqualified success to me, BRB!
And tonight, I am bestowing him with the honor of contending in the very first FAWA match, and his first opponent will be...Viva: A broomstick!The Sam: I'd like to see him contend with The Great Warrior.Viva: Only you, Sam.BRB: Doctor... Demento!Viva: Wait, wasn't Doctor Demento's arm broken by Brian Alexander at The Animated Pay Per View.The Sam: Oh, it couldn't have been that bad.*Doctor Demento is wheeled out by orderlies. He has a cast on his broken arm.* BRB: Have fun, Hijo. And you have fun too, FAWA Galaxy.
It's the start of a new era, and the future's looking bright.
I am your Majority Shareholder.
I am the FAWA.
I am Boiler Room Brawler.*BRB leaves the ring to get on his Segway and leave the arena while Doctor Demento is released by the orderlies.* Viva: BRB and that damn Segway.The Sam: So he rides a Segway; Segways are cool, Viva.Viva: No they're not. Anyways, is he really putting a lightweight, broken armed mad man against a giant?The Sam: Sounds entertaining to me.Viva: Tell 'em Muffer.MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.
In the red corner, standing 6'12", weighing 400lbs, and hailing from Mexico City, Mexico: El Hijo... de Boiler Room... Brawler!The Sam: Just think, Viva: he's the largest member of the WWCF Roster in history - taller than Evil M by half a foot, and heavier than BRB at his max by fifty pounds! He's a monster!
Viva: You got that right, Sam. He also is 0-1. Size isn't everything you know.
MM: And in the blue corner: hailing from "High atop the throne," and weighing 185lbs: Doctor... Demento!
*Doc waves his healthy arm and sternly points at El Hijo de BRB...*
Viva: Well at least he's ready to die.
*Referee Jake Kwon starts the match...*
The Sam: I'd attack now if I were Demento. You can't give El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler a single chance to attack you.
*Doc runs at EHdBRB, who swings for a clothesline, but Doc ducks it and leaps at the middle rope, rebounding for a...*
Viva: Wow! A Media Blackout in record time.
The Sam: Like that will keep El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler down.
Viva: Keep? He's still standing!
The Sam: Good point.
Viva: He doesn't even seem to notice it.
The Sam: And here he comes for the- oof!
*EHdBRB backs up into a corner, ramming Doc backfirst into a ring post, knocking him off and into the corner.*
The Sam: Get him, Hijo!
Viva: I'm not jealous of Doctor Demento right now. Never have been though.
*EHdBRB turns around, looks around at the crowd, and then proceeds to deliver ten punches to Doc's head, driving him to a sitting position.*
The Sam: Ha! He didn't even hop onto the bottom or second rope for that one.
Viva: He doesn't need to. He's tall enough as it is.
The Sam: And he's not even finished! Look at him pick up Doc like a ragdoll!
Viva: And he locks in a bear hug. He even got Doctor Demento by the arms. That's gotta hurt the broken arm.
The Sam: It's gotta ruin whatever healing he had by this point.
Viva: And now he starts shaking and thrashing him about. This is pathetic.
The Sam: On Doctor Demento's part, right?
Viva: Oh of course.
The Sam: And now headbutts. Doctor Demento can't escape a bear hug with those mighty headbutts! Geez loueeze!
*EHdBRB drops Doc to the mat, and then grabs onto his arms...*
Viva: Oh this is looking bad... A surfboard at that height?
The Sam: He's going to break that arm even more!
*Referee Jake Kwon tells EHdBRB to release Doc, which he does after a few seconds...*
Viva: For a moment I wondered if he even understands English.
The Sam: Wait, he still has the other arm!
*EHdBRB keeps his foot against Doc's back and pulls, standing up to full height...*
Viva: Whoa! I think I saw a joint pop!
The Sam: And the King of All Media taps! He tapped!
*Referee Jake Kwon calls the bell.*
MM: Here is your winner as a result of a submission: El Hijo... de Boiler Room... Brawler!
*EHdBRB raises his arms in triumph while orderlies attend to Doctor Demento...*
Viva: I kinda like this guy's style. He not only went for the broken arm, but he also broke the other arm! And all after that whole Smokin' Vokoun affair.
*Viva waves to the camera.*
Viva: My heart goes out to ya, Smokie!
The Sam: This may be the last we hear of the King of All Media.
Viva: So you're saying the King is dead?
The Sam: Sure.
Viva: Well, let's take a break in that case. What else is up tonight?
The Sam: Well, there's a tag match between Brian Alexander and Caleb Fourchon against Whitey Fats and El Hombre de Jazz.
Viva: Sounds good. Stay tuned, FAWA Galaxy.
*The feed begins to jump and become distorted. Sounds of static and crackling can be heard. The image switches to a dark figure sitting alone in a padded room. The only source of light comes from a small window on the door opposite, which has bars over it. A voice begins to speak over the footage…*
”Never in the long history of my profession have I come across an individual as damaged…a mind as broken…a body as spent. The sad truth of the matter is…the world has labelled Mr. Kingsley as a lost cause.”
*The footage of the figure in the cell fades to Dr. Graves, a middle-aged, grey haired doctor wearing all white. He’s sitting at his desk talking toward the camera, as though he were answering someone’s question. He takes time out to have a sip of coffee before continuing to speak.*
”My name is Doctor Evan Graves, I have been tasked with rebuilding a broken man. My client wishes to help Mr. Kingsley…but the road to his salvation will be more complicated than a simple pat on the back. To cure Mr. Kingsley, to save him, first I’m going to have to tear him down. Only after total destruction can I begin to build again. This footage exists merely to document my efforts before I unleash my final creation...I will not fail...
Let the work begin.”
*The image fades again, returning to the cell. The figure still can’t be properly identified in the darkness. A faint, pained voice begins to sing…*
Realms of bliss… And realms of light… Some are born to sweet delight… Others are born to the end of the night… End of the night…[/i] *The footage goes to black. The word “FALL” appears at the centre of the screen* End of the night…*Fade to black*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 27, 2012 1:45:16 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]NITERAW[/glow]
Viva: Welcome back, FAWA Galaxy. Up next it’s the long anticipated tag match between The Cajun Crippler, Caleb Fourchon, his partner, Brian Alexander, and the team of Whitey Fats and El Hombre de I can’t beat Viva for the Freakin’ Awesome Championship.The Sam: That belt is shiny, Viva.Viva: You bet your ass it is, Sam.MM: The following tag match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…*REM’s “Circus Envy” plays over the Parts Unknown Arena sound system, heralding a cacophony of boos, jeers, and clucking from the audience. Caleb Fourchon, carrying a stool and a specimen bottle, stomps out onto the stage and glares.* Viva: Well, folks, it appears we’re about to be subjected to another “Caleb Fourchon Invitational Piss Test Challenge". Personally, I think one was enough, and that FAWA should be using the time on its wrestling show to promote actual wrestling, but I’m not in charge here. The Sam: Fah-Wah? What the heck is Fah-Wah?Viva: You should damn well know, your boss came up with it.The Sam: Oh, yeah, that’s right. Heh. That’s going to take some getting used to.*As the commentators speak Fourchon limps his way down to the ring. When he reaches the apron he slides what he’s carrying under the ropes , himself entering by the steps.* Viva: Fourchon’s still feeling the effects of that beatdown he received from Jeremy Dupoe and his minions at The Animated Pay Per View.The Sam: I bet the fact he ended up wearing a chicken suit after losing still smarts too.Viva: You probably got off on that.*Fourchon gets a microphone from one of the FAWA stagehands, and begins to speak.* CF: Hey, couyons! Shut up!*The crowd continues to harangue the Cajun Crippler, forcing him to shout over the din.* CF: Last week at de Animated Pay Per View, Ah did whut Ah set out to do. Ah prove dat Jeremy Dupoe is a cheater! Take a look at de big screen up dere yonder.*Caleb points at the Jumbotron. Eventually a still shot of Dupoe appears. He is in his toonified state, with bloated head and saucer sized eyes.* CF: See? Lookit dat! De man on sumpthin. And even with bein pumped fulla horse slop, he still need de help of his cuckoo friends to beat me. But whut dun is dun. Now, it time fer anudder scoundrel to be exposed. So, Brian Alexander, git yer fancy pants out here and fill dis cup!* "When You're Evil" By Voltaire plays as Brian Alexander (Accompanied by Rose Blaque) saunters his way to the ring. * Ahh Monseur Fourchon! So you've invited me to urinate for your amusement.....not my specific kink mind you but to each their own....I assume you'll provide a modicum of privacy?
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No?
Rosie! My Privacy screen sil vous plait!
*Rose Produces an opaque scarf and blocks the audience's view of B.A While he does his "business". B.A hands the vey full....an quite warm jar back to Caleb Fourchon*
There you go you cajun rapscallion! One Jar full of my urine suitable for testing, consumption, or perhaps preservation by a noteworthy collector! As you may be able to tell from whatever tests you may run....aside from Higher than normal levels of pure unfiltered excellence and a poppyseed bagel causing a slight opiate issue I should be for all intents and purposes.....CLEAN.
I may be an evil amoral sunuvabitch......but I'm a CLEAN Amoral evil sunuvabitch
*Fourchon stares at the proferred glass, clearly put off.* You outta yer mind! Ah ain't holdin dat! Why you have to come out and roon dis like you roon everytin else? Don't matter if you a preacher, a stoopid pirate, or whutever de hell it is you tink you are now, you always got to spoil tings! God, you suck, Mulligan! And by de way, you LOSE de Caleb Fourchon Invitashunal Piss Test Challenge cuz it gotta be done in public! Full disclosure! So you kin take yer tainted sample and choke onnit!*Brian Alexander takes the specimin back.....tosses it from hand to hand and looks crossly at Caleb* Bad Form Mr. Fourchon....very bad form....To demand a man's vital humours and then claim them tainted because you couldn't get a good look at the fellow's tallywhacker whilst he produced them? I dare say a chap could get the WRONG IDEAabout someone from that.......maybe those tales of Bayou Buggery aren't so far fetched......
But enough talk of your pseudosexual urological chicanary.....No...a simple...."piss test" won't determine anything other than the fact that I Piss excellence and that you have a strange fetish for watersports. What these fans WANT is for the two of us to engage in fisticuffs! I'd gladly introduce you to The Devil You Know this week were I NOT already spoken for, so howsabout one week hence we have ourselves a little match.....And if you have no further use of me....I just have one thing to say.....
CATCH!
*Tosses the Jar of "Sample" at Fourchon* *Caleb's eyes grow wide as the full specimen bottle hurtles towards him. He holds his arms out to grab it. The jar bounces off his outstretched hands and ricochets upward. Caleb's greasy fingers vainly clutch at the container, but it continues to elude his grasp. As he juggles the sample from one mitt to the others he stumbles backward, until finally he flips over the top rope and faceplants onto the mats outside. The jar crashes to the ground next to him and spills it's contents.* Everyone in the Parts Unknown Arena: AAAAAAAAHHHH! *Despite the bump Caleb just took he springs to his feet, flailing his arms wildiy to keep his balance as he lurches away from the jar's flowing contents. He bounces off the announcer's table and falls into Michael Muffer's lap.* Viva: I hope Mike Muffer knows the name of a good dry cleaner.*After a moment or two, Fourchon stands up. He glares at Muffer, and then pushes him out of his chair. Then he turns and stares daggers at Alexander. Screaming loud enough so the announcer's microphones can pick him up, he says.* CF: You want a match next week, couyon, you got it!Viva: Well, it appears we know at least part of next week's card, has your boss told you yet? The Sam: Kiss it Vinnie, these two have had some memorable fights in the past, so this upcoming bout should be interesting to say the least.Viva: And leading us on quite nicely to tonight’s opening match, an ingrate, a goon, a washed up pimp and Sin Cara’s lovechild.The Sam: How the Hell does Brawler expect me to work with you? You define unprofessional Vinnie!Viva: At least I can spell it. I could say the same thing for you. I know you’re his boy, but tell me this Samuel, just answer me one question.The Sam: Shoot.Viva: Does your mother know you’re here?The Sam: Right! That’s it, I’m filing a complaint!Viva: Hold on while I call my lawyer.Michael Muffer: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, from Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing 210 lbs, Jeremy Dupoe! And his tag team partner, from the place that you fear, weighing 220lbs, Brian Alexander!No Love - Eminem feat. Lil Wayne begins as the crowd begin to cheer. Whitey Fats appears at the top of the ramp. He walks out with a mahogany pimp cane, fireworks when he poses holding his pimp cane over his head, with his valet, Cynnamon, clapping. When they get in the ring, Cynnamon hangs off of Whitey, while five burst of pyro shoot out of the ringposts. MM: And their opponents, introducing first, from Starke, Florida, weighing 270lbs, “Handsome” Whitey Fats!Irakere - Yemayá begins, with more cheers from the crowd. El Hombre de Jazz appears, Samba walking to the ring, highfiving fans around the ramp and ring, Jazz gets in the ring and whips off his cape before getting on the turnbuckle and pointing to the fans and claps for them. MM: And his partner, from South of the Border, weighing 87kilograms, El Hombre de Jazz!Dupoe and Whitey start off. Dupoe, no small man himself, is staggered by the weight of Whitey’s blows. The crowd get behind Whitey as he whips Dupoe off the ropes, and then waylays him with a big clothesline on the rebound, knocking him down. Whitey taunts the floored Dupoe, who lashes out erratically with a right hand that connects with thin air. The Sam: I think Jeremy’s getting a little angry.Viva: That? That’s nothing, when he worked for me he once tried to stab an ice cream man who didn’t give him enough chocolate sprinkles. Wasn’t pleasant.Dupoe gets to his feet, as Whitey tags in El Hombre de Jazz. The music man again floors Dupoe, with a high, face first dropkick. Two quick kicks from Jazz floor the Envoy of Chaos again, and he rolls to his corner and tags in Alexander. The bigger man relishes the chance to do some damage to El Hombre, and in the lock up, BA floors him with his superior strength. The Sam: Bout time this mook had his ass kicked.Viva: Mook? I’m sorry, let me call the 80’s. I hear they want you back. Seriously, is this what I have to put up with every week?The Sam: Do you mind? You can’t talk that way to me. I’m corporate.Viva: I’ve not heard it called that before. Please just focus on the match then I can leave and get back to planet earth.Alexander counters a charge from Hombre with a hard forearm, stunning him. Whipping him to the ropes, BA tries a clothesline, but Hombre ducks. A back elbow attempt from Alexander misses again, and Hombre slingshots himself off the ropes to attempt a cross bodyblock, but it caught in mid air. The Sam: Winged Batty flies through the air...Viva: What??The Sam: Watch Batman.Viva: One more stupid word out of your mouth and I’ll make sure the Great Warrior has to use a spoon to pick up what’s left of you.Alexander grins to the crowd and smashes Jazz into the canvas with a brutal powerslam. Hombre’s back arches in pain, and Alexander goes to work. He blasts Jazz with a roundhouse kick to the head, then drops a couple of elbows and tags in Dupoe. Viva: Ah yes, the loon is in.The Sam: Y’know, we still haven’t worked out which one of us is supposed to be the good guy and which one is supposed to be the bad guy.Viva: How about I do both? Then you don’t need to be here.Dupoe picks up the down Jazz and props him up over his shoulder, then ties him up upside down in the corner. Dupoe aims stiff kicks to Hombre’s head, then backs up and sprints clear before doing a two footed sliding kick right to Hombre’s face. Viva: Jeez, that looked like it hurt. I’ve seen some impacts but I’d be surprised if Ryan Berg...I mean El Hombre de Jazz is eating anything other than soft fruit for a while after that.Dupoe pulls him out of the corner and makes the cover. 1 2 But Jazz kicks out. Dupoe angrily pounds on Hombre’s head, and then hoists him up into a piledriver, driving his head into the mat with a resounding thump. Dupoe goes over to tag in Alexander, who attacks the downed Jazz with a kick to the side of the head, which leaves him rolling round in agony. He grabs him around the waist and hauls him to his feet, then smashes him into the mat with a gutwrench powerbomb. The Sam: I’m calling the maid, the mat will need deep cleaning after this.Viva: Maid? You live in a house with a maid? Hold on I’m going to pray to God, apologise for being the world’s biggest lover and ask for forgiveness so I can be spared this.Alexander makes another cover 1 2 Viva: I’ll give the Jazz kid this, he’s a tough little SOB – there are a lot of people who wouldn’t have kicked out of that.Jazz picks himself up and retaliates with a couple of punches that wind BA. The Sam: Still got a little fight in him hasn’t he? I can see that changing.Viva: Unlike your cologne, unfortunately.Hombre catapults himself off the ropes and blasts Alexander in the face with a spinning heel kick that staggers the bigger man against the ropes. Jazz leaps to the top rope and waits for Alexander to wander into the middle of the ring, then strikes with a missile dropkick to the back of his head. BA clatters into the opposite turnbuckle, and Jazz makes the tag to Whitey. The Sam: Wasn’t this guy your boss?Viva: Was, pal, was. I’d like to think I’ve taken the business to new heights. Whitey never had the World Heavyweight Champion, Freakin’ Awesome Champion and Tag Team Champions in his stable did he? Significant improvement.Hombre spies his opportunity and tags in Whitey. The big man enters and winds up with a big right hand on Alexander flooring him. He follows up with a Garvin Stomp, sending his opponent retreating to his corner. Dupoe enters the fray but fares little better, being whacked with a big boot to the face, then splattered across the canvas with a Scorpion Death Drop. Whitey goes for the cover. 1 2 Dupoe powers out, and Alexander makes the tag, but Whitey meets him with an almighty powerslam that flattens him. Whitey makes the tag to Jazz, who mounts Whitey’s shoulders and hits a frog splash on the down BA. Viva: By God! He must have been ten feet up in the air!The Sam: Now you’re stealing the other guy’s material...The ref counts the cover 1 2 But Jazz breaks the cover as Dupoe comes hurtling into the ring to deliver a double axehandle, only to miss and clobber his partner. Whitey enters the fray and hits a powerful lariat that takes he and Dupoe to the outside. Hombre spots his chance with Alexander dazed. He leaps to the top rope, Shelton Benjamin style, and moonsaults towards his opponent. The music man though is caught in mid air. The Sam: Gambled didn’t ya kid? It’s not paid off!Viva: And now we have to watch him get planted? I thought I’d hate this job, but there are perks!BA shifts his weight as Jazz struggles, but to no avail, as Alexander powers him into the mat with The Devil You Don’t. Viva: That looked painful, a Samoan cutter that smashed his face into the mat? This guy better be on soft fruit for the next month.The Sam: I know someone who sells soft fruit! This could be a business opportunity!Viva: Great! I’m stuck here watching VIVA Inc rejects while my “broadcast colleague” starts peddling prunes! Jesus wept.Meanwhile, back in the ring, the referee counts. 1 2 3 MM: Here are your winners, the team of Brian Alexander, and Jeremy Dupoe!Viva: Secondary of course, to my glorious debut on commentary, even if I have to sit next to this twit for an hour.The Sam: Hey – I enjoyed myself tonight!Viva: Bet that isn’t a regular occurrence. Anyway, enough of your claptrap, time to bring the curtain down on tonight, the road to Wheel of Misfortune started tonight folks, and we’ll all be there at the end. I’ve been Vincent Van Agony, nothing else mattered tonight, good evening!*The lights suddenly go out as the sound of a generator shutting down is heard.* The Sam: Hey, who turned out the lights?!Viva: I don't know, Sam. Maybe if someone could send a tech guy over to-*The arena is suddenly bathed in a strange green light, and at the same time, the haunting sounds of the acoustic guitar opening to "Life Is Beautiful" by Sixx A.M. start flooding over the sound system.* Viva: What the hell....?*When the harder guitars start playing, a MASSIVE, and ladies and gentlemen, we do in fact mean MASSIVE, pyro blast, the same color as the lights, goes off. And then a thick cloud of fog billows from the curtain as a man emerges from the fog. He is heavily tattooed (some of them looking very familiar). He wears a chain mesh sleeveless vest, or it looks like a vest, as it is closed by unseen clasps, and jeans the color of the lights. In one hand, he carries a jewel-studded sword in a very threatening manner. Most disturbingly, he is wearing a mask identical to that worn by the futuristic Jason in "Jason X," except it appears to be carved from solid emerald.* Viva: OK, I may be having a hard time trying to figure out who that is, but he looks pathetic with that mask.The Sam: If that's the same person who punched that hole in the poster, the police need to come down here and arrest him right now! That was tantamount to a threat on your life, Viva!*As the refrain starts, the man raises the sword at an angle over his head, causing even more pyro to go off behind him. The man walks straight to the ring after that, climbing the steps and going under the top rope. He then stands in the middle of the ring for a few moments, not moving. Then, he reaches with his left hand and removes the mask-* Viva: Oh, lovely. Gus Richlen is back. And just as pathetic as ever.The Sam: Don't look at me! It wasn't my idea to bring him back!*Richlen's face is somewhat obscured by a rather macabre pattern of face paint in the same shade of green as well as black. He takes a mic, but the crowd reaction is so much that for a while, he is unable to speak. If there's any emotion going on here, his face shows NOTHING. Finally, the song fades out, and he is able to begin, the lights remaining an emerald green:* GDR: My name is Gus Richlen, and a few weeks ago, I failed the one I love.
I was not strong enough to save her from the nightmare that she had been forced into.
I was not strong enough to defend her honor.
And in my shame and despair, I ran away. Like the coward that I despised.
In the interim, I have spent many cruel days and bitter nights suffering within myself, wondering what I did wrong. Wondering why I could not be the protector I knew I could be.
But the saying holds true: you need the darkness for your light to shine through. I searched deep within my soul and found what lies within. I found that thing I had been missing. I found the answer.
But at the same time, I also found something else. Something I never wanted to admit that I possesed.Viva: Blah blah blah blah blah....*Richlen looks down for a few moments, then raises his head and stares directly into the camera. There is a frightening coldness in his eyes.* GDR: That is why it is neccessary for the Machine to perish so that the Warrior may prevail.
The Machine, while powerful, was weak. The Machine cared about the consequences. The Machine let things stand in the way of revenge.
The Warrior has no weakness. The Warrior does not care what damage is done, what havoc is wreaked. The Warrior keeps the goal in mind and only cares to achieve that goal.
Viva, I let you destroy me once. I let you send my beloved down the drain mentally and emotionally.
But Viva, that was the Machine. That was the past.
I did not come back here for forgiveness. I did not come back here to uphold some worthless lofty idealism.
I come for my redemption. I come to defend her honor.
I come to destroy you, Viva. Complete and unrepentant destruction. Tenfold repayment for what you have done to her.
There are only two things in my life that are important to me now, Viva: having my lover by my side in triumph again, and leaving you a defeated, broken, helpless shell of a man.
My vengeance will be denied no longer, Viva. There is nowhere, and I mean nowhere, for you to run.
What you did to her was completely unforgivable, and I will not rest until I have made you suffer for what you have done.
Now, since it'd be ridiculous of me to think that you won't just let me speak uninterrupted, Why don't you just come down to the ring now and try to run me over verbally like you are so fond of doing?
Or are you still afraid of me, Viva?Viva: Dude, I'm sitting RIGHT. HERE. Why are you looking towards the ramp, you idiot?! Oh wait, I just answered my question!*Richlen stands there... and stands there... and stands there.... But Viva doesn't show up. Not on the ramp, anyway.* GDR: Just like I thought. You are still as much of a coward as you have always been.
But Viva, someday, I will hunt you down.
And on that day, you will not escape my revenge.*Richlen drops the mic and picks his mask up as "Life Is Beautiful" plays again.* Viva: OK, 1. I'm still sitting right here, jackass, so say that s*** to my face and see what happens, and 2. if you think you're going to play savior now and defy the permanent ban I have on Shaelin ever returning to this company you're an even bigger idiot than I thought.The Sam: Always a mental failure, eh, Viva?Viva: Why do you think he came back? Anyone with common sense would have took their losses like a man and just dealt with it. Next time he talks s*** about me I'm shutting him up for good.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 27, 2012 1:46:17 GMT -5
*The feed gets cut and we see Seth Drakin is using a camera phone to record this latest video while putting on Shao Khan mask.* We interupt this pathetic show to give you just the simple knowledge that I can hack into this show at any damn time. Now I'm sure you all thought that changing the name of this federation or now "alliance" will make me go away because technically, WWCF is no more. Unfortunately for you poor, unfortunate souls......I dont deal with technicalities. I deal with the bottom line. Just like TNA changing its name to Impact Wrestling doesnt mean TNA is dead, so too does changing WWCF to........FAWA (seriously, are you now Jabba The Hutt's never mentioned brother) doesnt mean that my job is complete.
Since you didn't want me to be a hero............I won't be one anymore. This federation will burn to the ground when I am done with it and it wont be a quick wildfire either...........it will burn piece by piece. And if you want to blame anyone for what is going to happen............like WCW, blame yourselves. That concludes this little chat, now back to the pathetic show that you are watching.*The feeds cuts back to NiteRaw.* [glow=yellow,2,300]NITERAW[/glow]
*21st Century Schizoid Man plays over the speakers. The General of the Monkey Army walks out with the wind up monkey sitting on his shoulder.* Viva: Well well well….it looks like the General is back to his old self.The Sam: Now whatever if that is a good or a bad thing is still up to debate.*The General then places the wind up monkey on the side of the ring, he then enters the ring and asks for a microphone.* General: It seems that a lot has happen when I was off it Roosevelt land. The Boiler Room Brawler is the majority shareholder, we have Viva and the Sam doing commentary, and you know what? I really don’t care. I have been in the WWCF almost since the beginning and now we are going to a new path and I like that. But the one thing I don’t like so far is that the hardcore title is now a footnote is history. That title meant just as much to me it was almost like the heavyweight title. And now it’s gone. I held that title longer than anybody else and I ended a lot of careers as well. Now the thing that I loved the most…..is gone.Viva: Seems like the General has a lot to process after the Teddy Roosevelt incident.The Sam: Now if he was James Madison that wouldn’t be a problem.Viva: What?The Sam: Did you know that James Madison has the best memory out of all the presidents?* *May or may not be true* Viva: Well….alright then.General: Now apparently the hardcore title has been combined with the COH title and it’s been renamed the Freakin Awesome Title. To tell the truth I never really did care about honor, but I do care about being hardcore. So that title is looking pretty good to me right now.Viva: Keep on looking General. That’s how close you’re gonna get to it.The Sam: Easy now easy. I’ve got this.*The Sam stands up and takes a microphone.* The Sam: Now come on General. You just got back from a very serious injury. Don’t you think you should start with some easy competition first to make sure you have no ring rust?General: All right Sam. Who do you have in mind?The Sam: The greatest wrestler to EVER step foot in that ring….The Great Warrior!*A few second pass, but no one comes out.* The Sam: I said…The Great Warrior!*Still no one.* The Sam: Oh for the love of…You wait right there General!*The Sam slams his microphone on the desk and walks on the ramp and into the back stage area. A few seconds later he is leading the Great Warrior to the ring. While on their way to the ring, Warrior snarls at random fans and nearly bites one of them.* Viva: It looks like the Warrior is ready for action and I do believe that the General might have his hands full with him.*Both the Sam and the Great Warrior enter the ring. The Great Warrior is in one of the corners almost looking like a cage animal. After a few words the Sam leaves the ring and rejoins Viva at commentary.* The Sam: You just watch this. The Warrior is gonna make the General wish he was James K. Polk!*Viva is about to ask the same why he brought him up but changes his mind.* *THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY VS. THE GREAT WARRIOR**The Great Warrior charges out of the corner, but the General simply stands out of his way and the Great Warrior hits his head on the turnbuckle. The General then kicks the Warrior is the midsection and connects with a snap suplex.* Viva: So far the General is controlling this match.*The Sam turns toward Viva.* The Sam: You just wait Viva! Soon the Warrior will be eating him alive!*The Sam then returns his attention towards the ring and sees the General stomping mercilessly on the Great Warrior.* The Sam:….He’s just warming up.*The General then lefts the Warrior back onto his feet. The Warrior tries his best to get his head back into the game, but he’s quickly meet with a Monkey’s Paw.* The Sam: Warrior noooooooooo!Viva: Well that was fast.*The General then lefts up the Warrior once again and drags him to the turnbuckle. The General then climbs the turnbuckle and lifts up the Warrior.* Viva: What’s the General going to do here?*The General then lefts the Warrior up over his head and gives the Warrior a powerbomb from the top rope.* The Sam: Will somebody stop the match? The man’s already dead!*The General then walks over to the Great Warrior and only places his boot on him.* 1 2 3. *The Bell rings* MM: Here is your winner, by pinfall, The General of the Monkey Army!*The General takes his foot of the Warrior and raises his hand in victory. He then takes out a cigar and lights it. He then blows a puff of smoke into the Warrior’s face. After that he leaves the ring.* Viva: The General just made one hell of a comeback Sam.The Sam: Can’t talk now! Got to check on the Great Warrior!*The Sam runs to the ring to check on the Great Warrior.* Viva: Well why he does that why don’t we take a short break?
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 27, 2012 1:48:05 GMT -5
[glow=yellow,2,300]NITERAW[/glow]
Viva: And here are folks, our main event on the premier edition of Freakin'Awesome Awesome Wrestling Alliance Niteraw. Up next are two men of whom I've faced. What about you Sam. Have you been beaten by either of these guys yet or are you working your way up to it?The Sam: Haha...I'll have you know being a respected manager, financial advisor and now sports entertainment journalist and commentator that I don't need to sully myself with such things Viva.VVA: I think the new position has gone straight to what little bit of weasel brain you have left Sam. MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the FAWA Television Title!.Introducing first, the challenger from Preston, England he weighs in at 210 pounds. This is Square!The Sam: Here's a man who should really be considering his place in this company. The boss of all people gives him this chance to come in, take on his most hated rival and now have a chance to capture the FAWA TV Title from the minor annoyance Connor Mackenzie.Viva: Yeah and a whole lot of good it has done him. Losing to Whitey thanks to a hand full of trunks and now being infamous for smacking a woman. One has to wonder why he hasn't jumped on board already.*I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy hits and Square makes his way to the entry ramp, wasting little time as he heads for the ring, keeping his eyes straight ahead as he moves through the ropes. Looking back, Square paces a bit impatiently, looking ready to pounce at any moment.* MM: And his opponent...*TRON Legacy R3CONF1GUR3D - 02 - Fall* The Sam: Correct me if I'm wrong Vincent but didn't Mackenzie say that he's challenging you for you title?Viva: And go figure that the Majority Shareholder has given me a position to be able to watch my competition intently. I've faced him a few times but I'm the one who took his precious Championship of Honor from and I fully intend to keep the Freakin' Awesome title where it belongs, around my waist. MM: Hailing from Halifax, NS, Canada and weiging in at 225 lbs. He is the FAWA TV Champion, "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!*Coming out onto the ramp, Connor lets out a loud yell to the crowd before heading to the ring, slapping hands before heading up the ring steps and parting his robe to unfasten the TV title from around his waist. Climbing the closest turnbuckle, he holds the belt over his head while pulling back his hood and looking out at the crowd. Coming back down he hands the ref his belt then removes his robe, handing it to a ring attendant before passing through the ropes to give a lucky little girl at ringside his pendant before rolling back into the ring. Square meanwhile looks on in disgust as he nods to referee Will Alphonzo as he shows Square the belt then holds it up for the crowd to see.* The Sam: He's just so...what's the word I'm looking for. If The Great Warrior was here I'm sure he would tell me. He's surprisingly good at that sort of thing. A master of scrabble as well.Viva: Folks I we may have to contact someone to check for gas leaks because there seems to be a great deal of hot air hitting my face from the direction of The Sam. AS for the word, annoyance? Iritant? Goody-good?The Sam: All of the above work.*Passing the belt off to the time keeper, Alphonzo calls for the bell to start things off. Both men circle the ring, taking shuffle steps as they measure each other up.* *Moving to meet in the middle, Connor raises his arms up to prepare for a lockup but Square instead gives a quick kick to the gut to double Connor over, followed by a clubbing forearm to Connor's back to get him onto all fours.* The Sam: Heh, interesting tactics to start with. No doubt Square has a great deal of pent up frustration he's wanting to get out here tonight.Viva: Well, I'd be frustrated too if I lost because someone decided to hook my trunks too. Here's hoping he can be a bit smarter in this match though.*Square keeps the offense going by landing a few quick stomps on Connor before moving to get him to his feet and perform an irish whip into the ropes. Connor rebounds off but ducks under an attempted lariet from Square. As Square steps forward he stops himself and turns only to be met with a flying clothesline from Connor who lands and rolls on the mat before kipping up.* Viva: And here we have Mackenzie mounting a bit of a comeback. Square should have prepared more for this I think.The Sam: Mackenzie is just a flash in the pan. Just give Square some time and I think we'll see a true champion in the endViva: You do realize that he isn't aligned with you right. You can stop trying to attach the hoover to his ass now.The Sam: Hmph!*Square rubs his jaw as he starts to rise up to his feet and Connor sends out a hard chop to Square's chest, then a second which causes Square to hold his arms over his chest and move to the nearest corner for cover.* Viva: As conditioned as I am I'll say this. Those chops hurt. Not so much for me but I've heard plenty of guys who have taken those that there isn't another one like him that can do it.The Sam: Why don't you send him a card of admiration Viva, maybe some flowers to tell him how you really feel?Viva: Bite me Weasel.The Sam: I'm scared enough of what diseases I'm at risk of right now sitting so close to you Viva. Let's just get back to this match shall we?*As Connor follows though, Square sends out a hard right. Connor stumbles back for a moment but is met with Square latching on and lifting him up, hitting a snap suplex into the corner which has Connor arching himself from the impact into the turnbuckle then fall onto his stomach and face.* Viva: And that...is why the corner is one of the most dangerous places in the ring.*Square touches his chest lightly, a red welt starting to form from the chops as he moves to the downed Connor, taking hold with a seated armbar.* Viva: Now this is smart right here. A seated armbar, nothing like going to the basics to ground an opponent.The Sam: A sound strategy, one of many he'd get from someone like me were he to have me for a manager. Sadly my schedule is full enough as it is.*Connor writhes under Square who continues the pressure but Connor refuses to give up when the ref checks with him. Connor slowly starts to inch towards the ropes, using his legs and feet to propel him as Square leans back more on the arm, causing Connor to grit his teeth and stop before reaching out with his free arm and start to again slide towards the rope.* The Sam: He's certainly working that arm. You know, I think that Mackenzie's mouth may have written a check he can't cash. Aside from that Jazz guy no one has really held the tv title for any considerable length of time. Who is he to think he can earn a shot at the FAWA Heavyweight title.Viva: I'll be the first to say that Mackenzie's mouth seems to go non-stop but I wouldn't count him out until he taps here Sam.*With a last push, Connor gets his fingers around the bottom rope and Will Alphonzo calls for a break. Square holds on for a few seconds causing the ref to start a count. Releasing at four, Square seems to almost grin as Connor checks on his arm and flexes it and his hand, wincing lightly as he gets to his feet.* The Sam: Hmmm, I was hoping to see him give up rather quickly.Viva: He might not have my training but Mackenzie does know a thing or two about submissions. Looks like he's learned another thing being on the end of that though.*Lining Connor up, Square sends out a hard kick to Connor's arm which causes Connor to wince and move about the ring with Square in pursuit and grab Connor and irish whip him into a corner. Connor hits the turnbuckle and Square moves to the opposing corner before rushing in to attempt a clothesline but is met with an upraised boot from Connor which causes Square to stumble back, holding his jaw.* *As Square turns to retaliate he is picked up and brought down hard with an inverted atomic drop, causing him to hold his mid-section as Connor leaps up, hitting a standing dropkick that sends Square to the mat. Connor still nurses his arm slightly but flexes his fingers as he moves to grab Square's own arm, hooking in a Labell Lock.* Viva: And speaking of submissions.The Sam: An eye for an eye perhaps?Viva: A stretch for a stretch I'd say.*Square's face is red as he looks to reach for the ropes but Connor holds on tight, doing his best to try and keep the hold in with his sore arm. Using this knowledge though, Square starts to pry the arm off of his face before rolling to try and get Connor with another arm bar but Connor pulls away and both men get back to their feet quickly, pausing as they see that neither one has an advantage over the other on the fly.* Viva: Looks like both of them are getting wise to their tactics?The Sam: For the first time in this match Vincent it would appear we agree.*Square circles around Connor as his opponent moves to the center of the ring then lurches forward, trying to latch onto Connor's midsection and heads for a corner. Pinning Connor against a turnbuckle, Square pulls back and hits a shoulder block before rising up and leaping, hitting Connor with a dropkick with causes Connor's head to flop back before he falls forward onto the mat.* The Sam: So much for Mackenzie's burst of offense. He's gone limper then Jesse King before he invested in Whitey Fats products.Viva: And insightful yet incredibly disgusting observation Sam. I think I need to douse myself in hand sanitizer now.*Moving quickly, Square moves to the ropes and leaps up, hitting a running legdrop onto the back of Connor's head before turning him over and goes for the pin. One! Two! Kickout! Square is stunned as he shakes his head and eyes Will Alphonzo, telling him to be quicker on the count.* Viva: No point in blaming the ref if you can't get it done Square. Quit wasting your time and get back onto Mackenzie.*Getting to his feet, Square starts to stalk Connor moving his foot as if preparing for a soccer kick at just the right moment. Connor gets to his hands and knees and as Square runs in for the kick, Connor bends up, allowing Square's kick to miss. Connor latches onto the leg and gives a quick Dragon Screw legwhip which sends Square down as he clutches at his knee.* Viva: Some desperating from Mackenzie there. Took Square's leg out quite literally from under him.The Sam: Why don't you go up there and admire Mackenzie some more Viva.Viva: I'm calling it like I see it Sam unlike some ass kisser's around here.Connor lays prone on the mat, catching his breath as Square holds his knee but starts to the ropes to use them to get up. Connor slowly rises up, getting his feet under him as Square limps out, hitting a hard right on Connor. Connor retaliates with a stiff chop to Square's chest but Square comes back with another right. Connor returns with another chop which stumbles Square back but comes back with another right. Connor reels back, this time spitting on his hand quickly before laying in with a resounding slap to Square's chest. Taking the moment, Connor grabs Square's arm and irish whips him to the ropes. Coming off, Connor hits a flapjack in the middle of the ring and goes for the pin. One! Two! Kickout!* Viva: You know, I don't think I've ever seen someone win with a flapjack.The Sam: It really isn't that inspiring of a move you know. So many others that would be more effective.*Connor breathes heavily as he gets back to his feet and reaches down to see about getting Square to his feet but Square reaches up, pulling Connor in for a small package. One! Two! Kickout! Connor kicks out but Square uses the momentum to try and get to the ropes quickly, rebounding off as Connor gets to his feet. Coming off the ropes, Square goes for a running discus elbow but Connor ducks.* The Sam: He's behind you Square! Open your eyes!*Catching himself, Square stops and starts to turn. As he does though he is met with an arm wrapping around his neck from in front and behind before being pulled back to be hit with a Standing Moonsault Side Slam. Connor goes for the pin, hooking the leg and pressing his back down. One! Two! Three!* The Sam: Quite a bit different outcome then I was expecting here. I'm not sure how Mr. Boiler Room Brawler will take this result.Viva: For someone like him, he knows that the outcome can always be different then expected. Mackenzie stepped up when he needed to though and got the pin. He won't be so fortunate when he and I are in the ring though.*Referee Will Alphonzo calls for the bell and moves to the ropes as Connor slumps a bit but lifts his arm up. The ref hands him the tv title and holds the arm up as Connor gets to his feet* MM: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is you winner and still FAWA Television Champion, "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!Viva: Well, certainly an eventful Niteraw tonight folks. I'm Vincent Van Agony...and I finally have some rice pudding.The Sam: And I am The Sam and from all of us in the FAWA Galaxy thank you for tuning in, we shall see you next week! [glow=RED,2,300]FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE[/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]CREDITS[/glow]
[/size] Boiler Room Brawler Seth Drakin Hoss Fan General of the Monkey Army Mountain King Connor Mackenzie Punisher Gus Richlen Doc Sivana Smokin' Vokoun [/center]
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Mar 27, 2012 2:22:50 GMT -5
I'm still reading the first segment and I felt the need to scroll all the way down and clarify something right now.
If Smokey wants to become the #1 contender for the world title, he can challenge the current #1 contender for the spot. That's what the contract Ryan Blood gave him so long ago, and which he presumably hasn't ripped up or thrown away, says. Smokey can demand that the #1 contender wrestle him before the PPV, and if Smokey wins then HE becomes #1 contender.
Blood never gave him a title shot; Blood gave him a contract that allowed him to challenge for the #1 contendership at any time, so long as he gave the #1 contender at least a week to prepare for the match. A contract that never expires. A contract that BRB, if I understand law well enough, can't do anything to prevent Smokey from using since it was a promise in writing made by the previous management and Smokey can sue for breach of contract if he doesn't get what he's promised.
So really, Smokey has nothing to complain about. If he wants to wrestle the person named as #1 contender, with the winner going on to challenge Castle for the title, there is absolutely nothing stopping him from doing so.
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Mar 27, 2012 2:38:18 GMT -5
Dude, Be cool. I got a plan.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Mar 27, 2012 3:03:51 GMT -5
That segment with Caleb and Alexander was gold. Er, COMEDIC gold.
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Post by Viva on Mar 27, 2012 5:38:17 GMT -5
You guys really nailed me on commentary. I loved it.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Mar 27, 2012 6:25:24 GMT -5
That segment with Caleb and Alexander was gold. Er, COMEDIC gold. Agreed, that was just awesome. Kudos to you guys for that. If there is an option to nominate for promo of the year I think I'd like to submit that for consideration. You guys really nailed me on commentary. I loved it. You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that Viva. Needless to say I was wracking my brain to ensure that it came off right for the two of you for the Square/Connor match. *EDIT And might I just say as well an excellent show all around.
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Post by Pensacola Tableheads on Mar 27, 2012 9:52:52 GMT -5
BRB, you forgot to credit me at the end.
New profile for "The Emerald Warrior" Gus Richlen coming up.
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Post by smokinvokoun on Mar 27, 2012 10:11:59 GMT -5
I'm still reading the first segment and I felt the need to scroll all the way down and clarify something right now. If Smokey wants to become the #1 contender for the world title, he can challenge the current #1 contender for the spot. That's what the contract Ryan Blood gave him so long ago, and which he presumably hasn't ripped up or thrown away, says. Smokey can demand that the #1 contender wrestle him before the PPV, and if Smokey wins then HE becomes #1 contender. Blood never gave him a title shot; Blood gave him a contract that allowed him to challenge for the #1 contendership at any time, so long as he gave the #1 contender at least a week to prepare for the match. A contract that never expires. A contract that BRB, if I understand law well enough, can't do anything to prevent Smokey from using since it was a promise in writing made by the previous management and Smokey can sue for breach of contract if he doesn't get what he's promised. So really, Smokey has nothing to complain about. If he wants to wrestle the person named as #1 contender, with the winner going on to challenge Castle for the title, there is absolutely nothing stopping him from doing so. Pfft....who needs logic and continuity in my promos. (Damn, I keep forgetting that stip. Well, I never said that Smokin Vokoun was the smartest guy in the world.)
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Post by The Punisher on Mar 27, 2012 13:46:11 GMT -5
Can I ask something guys? I wrote the tag match, but when I tried to colour The Sam's commentary, the "magenta" colour isn't on the drop down menu. Anyone know how I can change this?
Also I struggled a bit with the balance between Sam and Viva - was it ok?
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Mar 27, 2012 13:55:31 GMT -5
Can I ask something guys? I wrote the tag match, but when I tried to colour The Sam's commentary, the "magenta" colour isn't on the drop down menu. Anyone know how I can change this? Also I struggled a bit with the balance between Sam and Viva - was it ok? TBH I don't even use the drop down, I just use html coding I put it in as "color=Magenta" but in brackets and it came out alright. I thought you did an great job with the match though and Viva seemed really pleased with how the commentary went.
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Post by The Punisher on Mar 27, 2012 14:11:12 GMT -5
Can I ask something guys? I wrote the tag match, but when I tried to colour The Sam's commentary, the "magenta" colour isn't on the drop down menu. Anyone know how I can change this? Also I struggled a bit with the balance between Sam and Viva - was it ok? TBH I don't even use the drop down, I just use html coding I put it in as "color=Magenta" but in brackets and it came out alright. I thought you did an great job with the match though and Viva seemed really pleased with how the commentary went. Cheers - I actually thought your match was really well written too!
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Post by Square on Mar 27, 2012 14:48:40 GMT -5
I can't win for love nor money it seems!
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Mar 27, 2012 14:59:46 GMT -5
I can't win for love nor money it seems! I had a bit of a losing streak too before I left and decided to use all that to adapt Seth to a psychopath (ala Joker or Alex DeLarge).
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Post by Square on Mar 27, 2012 15:05:14 GMT -5
I can't win for love nor money it seems! I had a bit of a losing streak too before I left and decided to use all that to adapt Seth to a psychopath (ala Joker or Alex DeLarge). I guess I'm still trying to devise my character, cause my plans of where I was going kinda got scuppered by SOMEBODY!!!!!
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Mar 27, 2012 15:15:02 GMT -5
I had a bit of a losing streak too before I left and decided to use all that to adapt Seth to a psychopath (ala Joker or Alex DeLarge). I guess I'm still trying to devise my character, cause my plans of where I was going kinda got scuppered by SOMEBODY!!!!! Well, while that is hard...........thats why you have multiple options for whatever happens. You are a heel, its not as hard to deal with those as it is a face.
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