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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Apr 30, 2013 23:50:15 GMT -5
I can write Blood vs. The Dream.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 30, 2013 23:53:05 GMT -5
Good. I have entrances generally written up. If everything works out tomorrow, I'll be able to send them plus the finishes.
Anyone want to take a crack at that final match? General/MiscreAnt/Twister?
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2013 9:38:58 GMT -5
Good. I have entrances generally written up. If everything works out tomorrow, I'll be able to send them plus the finishes. Anyone want to take a crack at that final match? General/MiscreAnt/Twister? I will take it. I have been a bit sick recently. So hopefully I am able to handle it.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 1, 2013 15:48:11 GMT -5
Entrances & Finishes sent. Let's get to writing folks. I hope to post it Friday. Don't forget that it's the go home show. Next week is Wheel of Misfortune.
I'd post that card, but there's a couple of matches that won't be made official until this Niteraw is posted.
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Post by Waffel113 on May 1, 2013 16:45:52 GMT -5
MWC/Drakin is done. Hope you guys enjoy it.
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on May 2, 2013 12:38:17 GMT -5
Gonna try to have a promo in tomorrow.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2013 20:15:43 GMT -5
Match sent in.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 2, 2013 23:17:46 GMT -5
That's two now. Nice and snappy. You two will go far.
That leaves two still yet to be received. How're they coming, Connor and Ryan?
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on May 3, 2013 5:26:12 GMT -5
Shall be in to you today BRB.
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on May 3, 2013 16:22:12 GMT -5
Apologies in advance for a particularly brutal promo. Not having a good week....
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Post by Waffel113 on May 3, 2013 16:48:32 GMT -5
And my obligations are fulfilled. Commentary is done and it has been sent to both Antihero and BRB.
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Post by Waffel113 on May 3, 2013 21:40:07 GMT -5
I'm not sure if this counts as a double post, but feedback would be appreciated on the IF #1 Contender Match. First match I've written since Martin's debut match.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 4, 2013 0:00:57 GMT -5
*it is dark outside. Gus Richlen is sitting on the roof of the arena, his back towards the camera. One hand is on the brim of his top hat, the other is on the head of his cane.* For too long, I have had to sit by and listen to two people spew the same bullshit over and over and watch as they get all the bookings and all the hype while I, a true main event-level competitor, the person the people want to see compete, have been reduced to being Dennis Stamp.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is supposed to be the new normal in the Freakin' Awesome Wrestling Alliance. A new normal where it is acceptable to whine incessantly when things do not go one's way. A new normal where hypocrisy is encouraged. A new normal where we only have to complain about people being screwed over if it affects US. A new normal where we can disrespect those who deserve respect and then turn around and demand that WE have to respect THEM. A new normal where life is supposed to be a one way street for a select few.
Quite honestly, f*** THE NEW NORMAL.
This is not the company I joined at the end of 2010. This is a company with a disease. A disease that is in desperate need for a cure.
And sometimes, the best cure is eradication.
At Wheel Of Misfortune, I am the cure to the disease that Michael Hayden has propogated and that has been encouraged by those at the top.
No, Seth Drakin, I am not forgetting about you. But you chose to butt into a personal feud just because you could. Listen, Betty, just because I willingly screwed Hayden over so he could get a taste of his own medicine so I could see whether he would prove me right does NOT mean you can weasel your way into a title match. Which will turn Wheel Of Misfortune into Weasel Stomping Day. Besides, I should thrash you for the fifth time just because you have no business being in this match, and because it simply is fun to beat you again and again and again.
Michael Hayden, you proved me right last week YET AGAIN, you pathetic hypocrite. You wouldn't have said shit if I had cost Drakin the match. Hell, you'd be gloating to no end as usual.
Of course, that's assuming I would have tried to help you win. No. I would never have done that. I never WILL do that. I would have screwed you over one way or another. Why? BECAUSE YOU DESERVE TO BE SCREWED, YOU ARROGANT JACKASS! You never ONCE said ANYTHING about me being robbed by The Fallen, and you never ONCE said anything about Mackenzie being repeatedly screwed over! It was always WAAAAAAAAH!!!! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!! MICHAELS EARNED HIS WAY INTO SHOTS WHILE I FED OFF OF HIM LIKE THE PARASITE THAT I AM AND HE STILL WON THE TITLE!!!! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!! GUS RICHLEN WON THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AFTER REPEATEDLY WARNING ENIGMA THAT HE WOULD CASH IN IF ENIGMA WON!!!! IT'S NOT FAIR!!!! GUS RICHLEN COST ME ANOTHER CHANCE TO POINTLESSLY AND ENDLESSLY BRAG ABOUT BEATING SETH DRAKIN EVEN THOUGH EVERYONE IS SICK OF MY ELITIST ATTITUDE!!!! WAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
FOR THE LOVE OF ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING, HAYDEN, SHUT UP!!!!
I've f***ing had it with you and your arrogance and your disrespect!
Michael Hayden, you are a disease. A disease that needs to be wiped out completely. At Wheel Of Misfortune, it will not matter that Drakin is in the match. I will ensure that NO ONE EVER remembers the name of Michael Hayden in FAWA. I'm no longer content with teaching you the lesson in respect and humility that your father apparantly never made you learn. I now seek to break you. I am the cure to your disease, the AVG to your virus, the cleansing of your toxin, the antidote to your poison. I am the end of Michael Hayden and his deplorable ways.
You told me to go f*** myself at one point. You told me that you hated me. You claimed I put words in your mouth when in reality, your words and actions speak for themselves, and none of your lies will be enough to cover that fact. You've claimed to be God. Michael Hayden, I do not claim to be God, but at Wheel Of Misfortune, I will surely cut you and Drakin down. I am the Judge, Jury, and Executioner, and Judgment Day is coming, and there will be nothing left for you. Your ill-gotten gains will be forcibly torn from you, and your paper throne, a throne claimed via larceny, will be reduced to ashes. I'm Attila The f***ing Hun, not concerned with glory, willing to be like the people I fight for, wanting only destruction.
They say that the desire for gold can turn men desperate. I am not a desperate man, only a vengeful, destructive one. I WILL be a hundred percent-*At this point he throws the back brace off the roof.* And when all is said and done, I WILL be People's Champion again. Drakin will be fallen at my feet again, and you, Michael Hayden, will learn to respect, no, to FEAR the name of the man who will be your end. You will learn to fear The Predator Knight.
There is an old saying: Never Hunt What You Can't Kill. Hayden and Drakin, you will learn this lesson in the hardest of ways.*The shot fades out with Richlen still on the roof.* NITERAW TH: Welcome FAWA Galaxy to Niteraw! We’re coming to you live from the Parts Unknown Center in Parts Unknown, Texas. I’m Gorilla Tim Hoss on play-by-play and on color commentary as always is Jesse King! JK: Wheel of Misfortune is just one week away Tim and the energy is filling the place to the brim. Things are coming to a head and I don’t think anyone can wait to see what happens at the annual fan favorite. TH: But tonight, right here, we have so much action on the way that Wheel of Misfortune will just have to wait. JK: You got that right, Hoss. We have MiscreAnt, The General of the Monkey Army, and Steve Rollins in another exciting opening Triple Threat Match. We got two, count them two Number One Contender Matches. TH: Yes we do. Marshall Wesley Coventry takes on Seth Drakin for the Number One Contendership to the Interforums title, and Connor Mackenzie takes on Aaron Enigma for the Number One Contendership to the World Heavyweight Championship. JK: But that ain’t all. There’s still another killer exhibition match featuring the CEO’s handpicked in-ring representative, Boiler Room Brawler. There’s the continuing debut conga of the EvangeliAnts, Antihero takes on Scott Martin in the sixth of their Best of Seven series – somebody bring some Raid – and of course we have the Television Title Match as The Dream defends against the ruthless Ryan Blood. TH: Plenty of action, plenty of excitement. Niteraw is here and let’s get underway. JK: Well, right after these commercials.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 4, 2013 0:01:18 GMT -5
NITERAWTHE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY VERSUS MISCREANT VERSUS SAMMY TWISTER TH: Welcome back to the show, everyone. It's time we get to the opening match as The General of the Monkey Army faces off against MiscreAnt and Sammy Twister.JK: Take it away, Muffer! MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, our opening contest is will be a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall.
Standing in the ring with me now from Orlando, Florida, weighing two hundred and seventeen pounds, he is the Doctor of Dance, Sammy Twister!*Sammy Twister does a brief moonwalk and then leaps in the air for the splits before standing back up.* JK: He's the Doctor of Dance but hardly the Doctor of...TH: What?JK: Something having to do with winning and begins with a d.TH: I dunno.MM: Introducing his first opponent…*The General of the Monkey Army comes to the ring smoking a cigar.* TH: Fresh off of a loss to The Dream last week, the General of the Monkey Army is already back on the comeback trail for the Television Title.JK: He made the mistake of letting a grudge distract him from other opponents.MM: From Lansing, Michigan, entering the ring at a weight of two hundred and twenty five pounds: The General of the Monkey Army!JK: He and Jeremy Dupoe were too focused on each other to remember that The Dream was in the match too.TH: And that kind of tunnel vision is why The Dream is the reigning Television Champion.*The General climbs into the ring and puts out his cigar on the turnbuckle.* JK: Well if The General has anything to say about that, he'll fix it in a couple of weeks.TH: That remains to be seen.*MiscreAnt stands on top of the entrance ramp. Arms crossed and rolling his eyes as the crowd boos. He calmly walks to the ring, not giving any interaction with the crowd.* TH: He is another import from the 101 Colony. One of many Ants.JK: Even worse, he doesn't give a damn about the rules.MM: Their opponent, from Sin City – Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing two hundred and ten pounds: MiscreAnt! *MiscreAnt rolls into the ring and Referee Will Alphonzo quickly runs over to check him for weapons.* JK: That said, he's probably the only one I come close to actually respecting. My kind of Ant.TH: Others would tend to disagree with that. I think they prefer insects with a sense of fair play.DING! DING! DING! *All competitors begin to circle each other, looking for an opening. Finally Sammy gets bored and begins to dance! This prompts both Misc and The General to knock out Sammy with some closelines* TH: Not a smart move by Sammy. Just beginning to dance at such a timeJK: Ya, as saif he may be a master of dance but not of….TH: Still can’t think of a word that begins with D can you?JK: This is going to bug me the entire match[/font] *Misc and The General circle up. But misc is quickly pushed back by the much larger General. Misc right at him but runs right into a big lariat. General into the cover, But misc kicks out before a count of one. The General crosses Misc’s legs into a Cloverleaf. TH: Oh my this hold is a signature by The General.JK: Its still early in this match, but you take out the legs of your opponent then it is as good as won.*Sammy finally gets up and sees the situation. He runs over and punches The General square in the jaw. But it does not even faze him? Sammy punches again, and yet again it does not even faze The General. Sammy pauses for a second trying to think of a way to stop the submission from being applied on misc. A light bulb goes off in his head, and he begins yet again to dance? Finishing it off with a big punch. This one finally sends The General down!* TH: Well that was…interestingJK: So wait does the dancing give him powers now?TH: No, it does not.*Sammy tries to capitalize by going for the cover on Misc. 1-No only a one count. Sammy picks misc up, only for misc to counter with a Rocker Dropper. Misc into the cover.* 1 2 *No The General ran over for the quick save. The General picks up Misc and sends him right back down with a snap suplex* TH: That might have been over if The General had not jumped inJK: Yes, The General wants his TV Title back after losing it. I don’t think he is going to go down without a fightTH: He may not go down at all. Sammy has never had much luck. And Misc is still fairly new.JK: Very true*The General right back to work begins throwing punches right to misc on the ground. The reff backs The General off after seeing enough. The General agrees and goes back to misc. Misc with a quick roll up he has the tights!* 1 2 *The reff sees that misc has a hand full of tights and immediately begins to argue with misc* TH: That was a close one. I almost though misc was going to steal it thereJK: He had it too. One more second and we would have a new number one contender*While the reff is arguing Sammy begins to climb the top rope. Flying elbow drop too the still laid out General. NO The General is able to get he knees up and Sammy lands elbow first to them. The General and Sammy get up about the same time and The General hits the Monkey Paw! Goes for the cover, but the reff is still arguing with misc! TH: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5!JK: What are you doing? The reff isn’t there so why are you counting?TH: The match should be over right now! Misc has been arguing with the reff just so he would not see!JK: Exactly, brilliant awareness by misc*The General gets up and turns misc around. The General wraps misc’s head and lands a big bulldog. The General goes into the cover 1 2 No, kick out by misc *The General gets up looking frustrated he looks over at the turnbuckle and grins. Picking misc up he throws him into the corner* TH: Oh my, he is setting up for that Gorilla Bomb isn’t he?JK: I assume so. The General is not known for his flying abilities. So when he goes over to the turnbuckle he is looking to finish it.*The General begins to climb up to the top with misc. The General has barley begun to climb up when Sammy runs over and his able to stop him. The General leaves misc in the corner and starts to pursue Sammy. Sammy is backing up scarred as The General smiles.* TH: Oh I do not like the look on The General’s faceJK: He looks like he is about to eat Sammy for a mealTH: I would not be surprised*The General turns grabs Sammy by the neck and tosses him right back into the center of the ring. Misc at the point is watching from the turnbuckle as he regained his composure. The General whinds up his right hand MONKEY PAW! This shot sends Sammy flying out of the ring* TH: Out goes Twister!JK: It's just The General, and Miscreant.*The General looks over at Miscreant with that sickly grin. Misc does not move from the corner as The General moves closer.* TH: Is this Ant cornered or does he have a plan?JK: I'm pretty sure that monkeys are more intelligent than Ants. Besides, a single Ant is never impressive. They work better as a team, which is why the EvangeliAnts terrify me.TH: Miscreant's back is literally to the corner, how will he escape The General of the Monkey Army's wrath?JK: He's going for the Monkey's Paw!*The General reaches for MiscreAnt with a massive right hand strike, but MiscreAnt ducks it and counters with -* TH: He ducked it! Hurricanrana!*MiscreAnt holds The General down for the pin. He grabs a rope while Alphonzo counts.* JK: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!DING! DING! DING! MM: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall: MiscreAnt! *MiscreAnt quickly hops out of the ring and grins.* TH: MiscreAnt cheated! He grabbed the rope he cheated.JK: The ref didn't see it.TH: MiscreAnt cheated and he's getting away with it.*The General scowls at MiscreAnt as MiscreAnt makes his way up the ramp.* JK: Again, the referee didn't see it.TH: A miscarriage of justice.JK: Oh please, Gorilla. It's not like it was for a title.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 4, 2013 0:01:44 GMT -5
NITERAW MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Lake Havathought, WE, weighing in at a lampoonable amount, The World's Worst Jobber, Justin Hole!TH: And in what seems to be a weekly excercize in futility, Justin Hole will be facing another debuting EvangeliAnt.JK: It's not fair that he has to do this! He's better than most of the people on this roster-*A MASSIVE blast of red pyro cuts him off- And the lights stay red as Asuka LAntGley Sohryu starts running to the ring, happily slapping the hands of the fans as Misato KatsuragAnt tries to keep up.* MM: And his opponent, accompanied by Major Misato KatsuragAnt, from Tokyo-3, Japan, Asuka LAntGley Sohryu!TH: Except Hole is 0-2 thus far against the EvangeliAnts, and odds are that against the fiery German redhead, that record is going to slip to 0-3.*Jake Kwan calls for the bell, and Hole decides to charge right away and runs right into a superkick! Asuka seems a bit stunned but decides to pull him up and whip him to the ropes, catching him with a jumping armbreaker on the rebound! Hole staggers around and gets chopblocked, then as he starts to get to his feet, she drops him again with a Shining Wizard! Asuka then goes to the top rope, waits for him to get up, ands drills him with a single leg dropkick!* TH: What had you been saying earlier, King?*King refuses to answer as a badly dazed Hole slowly gets to his feet abd gets hoisted and dropped with a German suplex! 1! 2! Surprisingly, Hole kicks out, but Asuka backs up a bit, and as Hole gets to his feet, she runs, lifts off his shoulders, SCHWEIN!!!! 1! 2! 3!* MM: Here is your winner, Asuka LAntGley Sohryu!TH: Not surprisingly, Asuka makes quick work of Justin Hole, and she's noty the only one, because next week, it'll be the turn of the Seventeenth Angel, Kaworu Tabris NagisAnt!*Asuka runs victoriously back up the ramp as we go to commercial.*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 4, 2013 0:02:09 GMT -5
NITERAWINTERFORUMS #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCHMARSHALL WESLEY COVENTRY VERSUS SETH DRAKIN TH: Welcome back, fans. Up next is a crucial match that will determine the Number One Contender for the Interforums Championship Match at Summerfest. JK: It’s Seth Drakin getting his ex-champion Number One Contendership match against of all people Marshall Wesley Coventry. *The lights dim. Marshall Wesley Coventry walks from the nosebleed seats to the ring, wearing his signature black straitjacket backwards.* MM: Ladies and Gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Inter-Forums #1 Contendership.
Our first contestant, making his way to the ring from Marinette, Wisconsin, weighing two hundred and twenty nine pounds: Marshall. Wesley. Coventry![/font] TH: There can be no denying that Marshall Wesley Coventry is a powerhouse in his own regard, even if he has met with less success than his brother.*MWC tosses his straitjacket to the floor and climbs into the ring.* JK: It’s that straitjacket, TH. He should be wearing that in an asylum 24/7 in a padded room. Not wrestling in that time honored squared circle. TH: Worthy or not, you can’t deny that here he is just two steps away from the Interforums Championship. *Seth Drakin comes to the ring showing complete disrespect for the fans and every member of staff at ringside.* JK: Yeah, but when Seth Drakin is your opponent, it may as well be a handicap match because he will make you hurt all over with his technical style. MM: And his opponent. Making his way to the ring at a weight of two hundred and sixty five pounds: Seth Drakin![/font] TH: Drakin is a methodical wrestler, but Coventry has a penchant for attacking fast and furiously. And he’s one resilient guy. JK: Nothing that Drakin can’t pick apart though.*Drakin rolls into the ring, completely disregarding MWC.* TH: Referee John Creed officiating this contest tonight, and he cues the bell! [/font] DING! DING! DING! *Seth motions for Marshall to charge at him, but Coventry doesn't take the bait and instead goes into a headlock* TH: Coventry keeping his head, smart move. Part of Drakin's strategy is baiting his opponents and therefore distracting them from their strategies.JK: Damn good strategy if you ask me Gorilla. A distracted opponent is a vulnerable opponent.*Coventry keeps the headlock applied, but Drakin slips out and goes into a small package!* 1! Coventry kicks out! TH: Going to need much more than that to pin Coventry.JK: If you ask me, I think Drakin's trying to make Coventry expend energy by kicking out so early, putting him in better position to win in the long run.*Drakin gets back on the offensive and hits a leg drop on Coventry! He goes for a second, but Coventry grabs the leg and hits a Dragon Whip. Drakin clutches his leg while Coventry scales the ropes. He leaps, double foot stomp! Drakin gasps in pain and clutches his gut.* TH: Diving Foot Stomp from Coventry! We've seen him pull out this move many times, and could have a profound effect on this match in the long run!*Coventry goes for a cover* JK: One, tw-no! Drakin gets the shoulder up quickly.*Coventry lifts Drakin up and begins dragging him towards the turnbuckle.* TH: Oh no. We know what Coventry's thinking here, and it usually means bad news for his opponents!JK: I know this Gorilla. He's going to slam that shoulder into the ringpost and make that arm absolutely useless!*Coventry proceeds to do just that, tossing Drakin shoulder first into the post! Drakin cries out in pain as Coventry grabs him again. He does it a second time! Coventry goes for a third, but Drakin slips out and hits Coventry in the back with a dropkick, setting him up on the turnbuckle!* TH: A slick reversal from Seth Drakin, and now he may have seized control of this contest!*Drakin grabs Coventry's head and begins slamming it into the turnbuckle pad! John Creed goes over to count Drakin off.* 1! 2! 3! 4!*Drakin stops and holds up his hands* JK: Drakin utilizing the whole five count there, making sure to do some damage to Coventry's head. Great set-up for Tale's End andUltra Violence!*Drakin applies a chinlock and begins lowering himself toward the ground with Coventry in tow. Once he's on the ground, Drakin releases the hold and applies a grounded sleeper!* TH: Sleeper hold by Drakin! You've got to wonder what this is doing to that already damaged head of Coventry's King!JK: Drakin definitely working that head. He's one of the most devious minds in FAWA, and for good reason as this match is showing.*Drakin continues to wrench back on the head, but Coventry reaches his arms around and grabs Drakin by the midsection.* TH: Uh-oh. Drakin's caught here and Coventry could be looking for something big!*Coventry powers to his feet and lifts Drakin onto his shoulders. He begins running toward the turnbuckles and drops Drakin onto the turnbuckle pad head first! Drakin stumbles out of the corner and gets drilled with a massive lariat!* TH: Oh my! Coventry dropping Drakin onto that turnbuckle, and turns him inside out with that clothesline!JK: Holy cow Tim! That lariat might've taken Seth's head clean off!*Coventry goes into another cover* 1! 2! Drakin gets the shoulder up! TH: And that devastating Snake Eyes/Lariat combo nearly got the pin for Marshall!JK: I don't know where Drakin found the strength to kick out there, but he did, and this match is still on!*Coventry hoists Drakin up and gets him in position for a swinging neckbreaker. He grabs the neck, but Drakin grabs the head and pulls him down with a jawbreaker! Coventry gets back to his feet, but gets slung into the turnbuckles by Drakin. Coventry rebounds and gets tossed head over heels with a huge belly to belly suplex!* TH: Drakin with the reversal, and Coventry damn near got planted into the mat off that belly to belly suplex!JK: Coventry might've taken too long on that neckbreaker, and paid the price!TH: Drakin going into the cover off of that suplex. One! Two! AND COVENTRY KICKS OUT!*Drakin pounds the mat in frustration before taunting for Coventry to get up. He gets him in position for Tale's End, but Coventry counters with a backdrop! Drakin gets to his feet and charges, but Coventry wraps his hands around Drakin's throat!* JK: Oh man! Here it comes!*Coventry lifts him into the air and slams Drakin to the ground!* TH: DISORDER! Drakin planted on the mat and it might be all over!*Coventry goes for the pin, but Drakin rolls out of the ring!* TH: Drakin to the outside!JK: He looks like he’s making a strategic withdrawal.TH: Running away you mean.JK: Of course not.*Drakin walks around the ring and Coventry soon slides to the outside to pursue him.* TH: Coventy is in hot pursuit of his opponent, but what’s Drakin doing?JK: We’ve seen this a million times before. He’s rummaging below the apron for a weapon.*Drakin whips out a steel chair and slams it -* TH: Down goes Coventry! Straight to the skull!DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! TH: Why did Drakin forfeit his match like that? Surely he could have beaten Coventry fair and square.JK: I don’t know, but it looks like he isn't done.*Drakin stands over Coventry and slams the chair down on him again.* DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! MM: As a result of the use of a foreign object, Seth Drakin has been disqualified. Here is your winner, and Number One Contender for the Inter-Forums Championship: Marshall. Wesley. Coventry![/font] *Seth Drakin discards the chair and walks around the ring.* TH: What is the meaning of all this?JK: This is Drakin we’re watching, Gorilla. You know he's a chaotic guy.*Drakin grabs a microphone then makes a return trip to Coventry.* JK: He’s got something to say.TH: What devious plan does he have up his sleeve this time?JK: I think a chair to the head is devious enough.*Drakin sits right next to a lying Coventry.* Congratulations on defeating me. Although I'm sure this isn't the way you wanted it, a win's a win. You get to move on to take on the Interforums Champion and deny me my rematch.
But don't worry too much, as you can tell by what I just did, I'll recover very quickly from this loss because I have bigger plans in mind.
Tell your brother Gus that I am going to be the next World Heavyweight Champion and that this beating you just received will only be a glimpse of what I do to him and Michael Hayden.
Oh, and get a haircut.*Drakin stands up and throws the mic down on Coventry before leaving…*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 4, 2013 0:02:24 GMT -5
NITERAW TH: And we're back. Our next match, we'll see the Majority Shareholder's in-ring representative, Boiler Room Brawler, take on Barry Toledo.JK: And then it's back to commercials. Stick around, we'll only be here five minutes.MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Would you please welcome Boiler Room Brawler's in-ring representative...*Boiraa Ruumu Buraara walks through thick mist. His red, yellow, and black oni mask sticks out. He bears a cape and shoulder pads as he glides to the ring.* JK: Once again he's sure to rack up another win on his hot streak, but when will the CEO move him up to the bigger leagues?TH: Maybe he's being worked up the ladder.MM: Hailing from Nazo no Basho, Japan at a weight of two hundred and fifteen pounds: Boiler... Room... Brawler!
*Buraara walks up the ring steps and crosses into the ring.*
JK: That's a hell of a ladder if that's the case. TH: Boiler Room Brawler has been clear that he wants this one to stick unlike his last in-ring representative, but how many losses can Boiler Room Brawler sustain-
*Buraara removes his cape and shoulder pads, looks up and-*
BRB: Boiraa!
Ruumu!
Buraraa!
TH: He's getting heated up there. JK: He's just working himself up. Ready to banzai his opponents.
*Buraara crosses his arms and watches the entrance.*
MM: His opponent, from Parts Unknown, New York and weighing two hundred and forty five pounds, Barry Toledo!
*Buraara watches on, but-*
JK: Uh, did he hear his cue? TH: Let's just give him a moment, maybe something's up in the back.
*Buraara keeps watching.*
MM: From Parts Unknown, New York...
*Still no one walks out.*
TH: Something's gotta be up. JK: Somebody, anybody come out and give that man a real contest. TH: Maybe Spider-Man will come out again. JK: Nah, that was Sammy Twister, remember?
MM: Weighing two hundred... and forty... five pounds...
TH: How does he stay motionless like that? JK: Discipline. He could wait all night.
*Toledo walks out from the gorilla position...*
TH: Wait, I think he's coming out! JK: But that's not all...
*Behind Toledo are Kaiser Benno, Rob Wright, Paul Rigsby, Jack Rogers, Steve Rollins, Sammy Twister, Mayor Great Botchsuke, and Artie! The Strongest Man... In the World!TH: It's every opponent he's faced. What is the meaning of this?JK: I think they're sick of losing to Brawler one at a time.MM: Now entering the ring-Barry Toledo: Cram it, Muffer. We're not here to wrestle. We're sick and we're tired of facing this little squirt and him cheating against us.TH: What is he talking about?JK: He obviously doesn't take losses very well.Barry Toledo: No more. Jack wasn't taking it. Paul didn't. And I'm not. And neither are the rest of the boys behind me.*Buraara paces back and forth, looking at Toledo.* Barry Toledo: From now on, you're gonna have to find different opponents, Brawler.BRB: Buraara! Buraara!*Buraara rips the mic from Muffer.* BRB: My name is Bo-ee-rah! Roo-moo! Boo-rah-rah! For last time! I am not a cheater. You all are just loser.
You want chance to beat me? Boiraa Ruumu Buraara? I challenge all of you to Gauntlet Match.*Barry Toledo looks at the jobbers behind him.* Barry Toledo: All of us?BRB: All of you! Gauntlet Match. Wheel of Bad Luck!*Barry smirks, a small giggle.* Barry Toledo: You got yourself a match. Men, if you're up to the challenge, step forward.*Every man on the entrance stage steps forward. The heels are quicker than the faces, who are more reluctant.* Barry Toledo: Your funeral, Boo Rah Rah! We'll see you at Wheel of... Bad Luck?BRB: I will see all of you. Every man I beat, Lord of Ring spin wheel. I am best fighter in company!Barry Toledo: Challenge accepted. Let's go, boys. We got training to do.*Barry Toledo leads the jobbers to the back. Buraara leers in their direction.* JK: Surprising initiative from both sides.TH: We got ourselves a surprise match, Jesse. It's... Boiraa Ruumu Buraara... right? It's him against Barry Toledo, Paul Rigsby, Jack Rogers, Kaiser Benno, Mayor Great Botchsuke, Sammy Twister, Rob Wright, Steve Rollins, and Artie, the Strongest Man... In the World!JK: They might stand a chance against him in those numbers.TH: You saw it all here, FAWA Galaxy. You never know what to expect in the FAWA. Stay tuned for more, for coming up, we have The Dream defending his Television Championship against Ryan Blood.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 4, 2013 0:02:52 GMT -5
NITERAWBEST OF SEVEN MATCH SIXANTIHERO VERSUS SCOTT MARTIN MM: The following contest, is a Clockwork Orange House of Fun Match! Introducing first, from Society's Worst Nightmares, Antihero!*Antihero walks to the ring looking with the same intensity seen last week* TH: Never easy to tell what's going on behind that mask of Antihero's, but you can tell he is eager for a shot to take this series to 3 all.JK: You know the how some people are most dangerous when they're backed into a corner? Well last week, that was Antihero. I don't think he'll be able to pull it off again though.TH: Wait a minute! It looks like there's some movement in the ring, and Antihero doesn't notice it.*Scott Martin rushes him from behind and throws him face first into the cage wall* TH: THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH SCOTT MARTIN JUST BLINDSIDED ANTIHERO! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!JK: Oh sure Gorilla. When Antihero does it in the 2nd and 5th matches, it's OK. But when Scott does it, he's a son of a bitch? Turnabout is fair play Hoss, always has been!*Scott Martin takes Antihero to the top of the scaffolding set up on one side of the ring and throws him off!* *Antihero tumbles to the mat!* TH: BAH GAWD JESSE! ANTIHERO JUST WENT OFF THAT SCAFFOLDING, AND NEARLY TEN FEET TO THE GROUND! LOOK AT THE CARNAGE!JK: That's all she wrote Tim! This series is over!*Martin climbs down and covers 1-2- *Antihero kicks out!* TH: HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP!! HOW ON EARTH DID HE DO THAT?JK: I don't believe it Tim!TH: And for the second time in as many weeks, Martin with a look of absolute shock on his face.*Scott Martin grabs a trash can from the cage wall...* TH: Martin looks like he has something particularly nasty planned right now.JK: That's the mentality you need to have to win matches like this. Never let up on your opponent, and if there are weapons available, you damn sure better use them.*Antihero backfists it into Martin's face* Antihero showing signs of like with that counter. Just another thing about him. You can never count Antihero out of a match.But Tim, you gotta wonder how much damage is really being done here. That face mask Martin wears has been pretty important in keeping his head safe thus far in the series.*Antihero covers but is soon informed he has to throw him off the scaffolding first* TH: Antihero being reminded of the rules here; pinfalls will only count if you have thrown your opponent off of the scaffolding on the sides of the cage. Martin, having already done so, seems to have an early advantage, but we'll see how the match unfolds. *Antihero grabs a kendo stick from the wall only to be met with a trashcan to the head! TH: And another hard shot to Antihero, this time in the form of that metal trash can!JK: Something tells me that Antihero's going to have quite the headache tomorrow.*Martin goes into the cover, 1-2- Kickout by Antihero!* TH: Another kickout from Antihero! This guy has got to be made of something strong to survive these shots!JK: Martin needs to step it up, and fast! Nothing short of a nuclear explosion is going to keep Antihero from winning tonight if he has anything to say about it!*Martin grabs the kendo stick but gets met with a low blow by Antihero!* TH: Now what was that you said about turnabout being fair play earlier Jesse?JK: ... No comment.*Antihero puts in the Full Nelson with the kendo stick TH: We know what this means. Antihero looks like he's about to pay evil unto evil.*Full Nelson Lung blower!* TH: The Kendo Stick has been broken on the back of Martin's head! I get the feeling that face mask doesn't do squat for the back of the head, and based on how Martin is reacting to that shot, I may be right!*Antihero covers again forgetting about the scaffolding* JK: He can't even keep the rules straight! I don't see how he's winning this one.*Antihero hasn't noticed Martin getting up and gets caught with an Osaka Cutter! 1-2- *Kickout!* TH: Antihero enduring an ungodly amount of punishment to that head here tonight, but he's not going down just yet!JK: Make that headache a possible concussion Tim.*Martin hits a diving European Uppercut* TH: And Martin playing it smart here, staying on the offensive.*Martin grabs a chair from the wall* TH: Looks like business is about to pick up...*Martin cracks Antihero in the back with it!!* *And again!* JK: YES! Keep hitting him! KEEP HITTING HIM!TH: You're enjoying this Jesse? Antihero doesn't deserve that much punishment, nobody does!*Cover 1-2- *Again Antihero kicks out!* TH: How in God's name is Antihero kicking out? Martin is giving him shot after shot but he isn't going down!WHY WON'T YOU STAY DOWN?JK: My thoughts exactly Scott.*Antihero turns into a Clothesline From Hell!* TH: What a lariat from Martin!JK: After all that damage to the head, it's amazing Anti's head is still attached after a clothesline like that!*Martin sets up a table below the Scaffolding* TH: Martin looks like he wants to put an exclamation point on this series!JK: Come on Martin, finish him off!*Martin drags Antihero to the top of the scaffolding *He's setting up for the Name Maker!* TH: Oh no. Martin could be looking to drive Antihero head first through that table!JK: OK even I wouldn't go that far. I'd just shove him off and be done with it!*Antihero turns him around into... an Anticlimax from the scaffolding through the Table!!!!* TH: OH MY GOD! ANTICLIMAX OFF THE SCAFFOLDING, AND INTO THE TABLE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!JK: That was insane Gorilla! I can't believe what I just saw! Now get up Scott!*Antihero flops over and lays an arm on Martin! 1-2-3!* MM: Here is your winner, ANTIHERO!TH: I can't believe it! Antihero has stormed back from a 3-1 deficit, and now we're going to Wheel of Misfortune for a seventh and final match!JK: That match was unbelievable Gorilla! Martin just couldn't keep his eyes on the prize, and now he's going to have to win on Pay Per View again to end this once and for all!*Antihero Grabs a Microphone* AH Martin, in this series you and I have had war after war after war!
But at Wheel of Misfortune, fate is not entirely in my hands, I apparently will spin the wheel for our match but it's not my choice.
Whichever way the hands of Fate decide to pull us we will see an end to this Martin! This is a match that I need to win more than you can ever hope to imagine! I can't afford another loss I need to be a champion again! It's nothing personal Martin. It never has been!*Antihero leaves the ring dropping the Mic.*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 4, 2013 0:03:09 GMT -5
NITERAWTELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIPRYAN BLOOD VERSUS THE DREAM TH: And another welcome back to the show, FAWA Galaxy.JK: So up next we get to see The Dream defend the Television Title against Ryan Blood.TH: I say we waste no time. Take it away, Michael Muffer!MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match is for the FAWA Television Championship and is scheduled for one fall.*The arena goes dark.* *When the guitars kick in several jets of blue flame shoot up at the top of the ramp, illuminating Blood standing in the entranceway looking down, carrying a Singapore cane. As the flames go out, the arena is bathed in blue lighting as Blood raises his head and walks down to the ring, usually ignoring the fans.* MM: Now heading to the ring from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing two hundred and twelve pounds: Ryan. Blood! JK: We're looking at our next Television Champion right here.TH: Ryan Blood certainly doesn't strike me as a man who would care for The Dream's style.JK: He's work while The Dream is all play.TH: All play and a title.JK: Blood looks like he has a plan for The Dream though. Unlike his predecessors, he has a few weeks to look back on and see patterns.*Blood sets down the cane and rolls into the ring while the lighting returns to normal.* A-MER-I-CA! *Blackout and pause for five seconds. Then a miserably small firework squawks and the music hits for a second, then stops, then the house lights come up.* A-MER-I-CA! *The Dream stumbles about towards the ring. The lights fail as The Dream does a Goldberg style ‘wild kick’ and falls over, but recovers his composure as white lights flood the ramp and he hits The Dream Strut to the ring.* TH: But here comes The Dream, soaking in the lime light as the Television Champion.JK: He's gotta get his fifteen minutes in, because they end tonight in five.MM: Heading to the ring from South London, England at a weight of two hundred and sixty five pounds: he is The Dream! TH: That's what everyone thought the moment The Dream strutted out to become Jason Flynn's drafted Tag Team partner, but he's already the TV Champion.JK: I call it luck and it's gonna run out against Ryan Blood.*The Dream enters the ring and struts about.* JK: He's so arrogant. He's so... passive about it all.TH: I find it refreshing.DING! DING! DING! *Blood and the Dream lock up, which Blood quickly dropping down to stun the Dream with a jawbreaker! Irish whip into the corner by Blood, who charges in and goes for a Stinger Splash, but the Dream groggily stumbles out of the way before slumping against the ropes! Blood gets a big OH SHIT look on his face right before that face crashes into the turnbuckle!* TH: Jawbreaker worked out for Ryan Blood...Stinger splash, not so much!JK: Look at the Dream, acting like he's still out of it! He did that on purpose!*The Dream turns around, sees Blood lying on the mat, and appears confused.* DREAM: Hey, get up. C'mon mate, we're supposed to wrestle!
TH: Does the Dream think that Blood just lay down of his own volition? JK: No, he's just being a wiseass.
*Blood stares up at the Dream incredulously. He starts to get to his feet, then winces and holds his back*
BLOOD: AHH! MY BACK! IT'S STILL SORE FROM THAT TAG MATCH AGAINST SETH AND MISCREANT!
TH: Ryan Blood did indeed have his back worked over in that match, but he's had plenty of time to recover from it. What's he up to here?*He gives the Dream a plaintive look and reaches out to him with one hand* BLOOD: Little help, Dream? We can't let the fans down.*The Dream ponders the wisdom of this* DREAM: Well, if it's for the fans...*The Dream takes Blood's hand...and Blood yanks hard, causing the Dream to lose his balance and tumble over the top rope!* BLOOD: Hah! My back is just fine, SUCKER! I was lying!CROWD: *COLLECTIVE HORRIFIED GASP!*TH: That FIEND!JK: Heh heh.*Blood runs the ropes and barrels to the outside with a suicide dive, sending both him and the Dream over the guardrail and into the laps of several members of the FAWA Galaxy!* BLOOD: Sorry, my bad...DREAM: You okay, Ma'am? I didn't mean to land on you...BLOOD: [getting up]If you're gonna sue, you should totally go after the FAWA and not me. It's their fault for not building a higher guardrail.DREAM: [also getting up] Ryan Blood, I want to thank you! Falling on all of these fine and sturdy Americans has reminded me what I am fighting for, and I couldn't have done it without your help!*With that, the Dream smashes a forearm into Blood's face!* DREAM: FOR AMERICA!*The Dream hits Blood with another forearm!* DREAM: FOR THE PEOPLE!*Spinning elbow strike connects and sends Blood flying over the guardrail, back to the ringside area!* DREAM: FOR...A THIRD THING, TOO! I FORGET! I'LL TELL YOU LATER!*The Dream climbs over the guardrail and whips Blood into the steel ring steps! Blood falls back to the floor and winces in agony* TH: The Dream now taking it to Ryan Blood, and now if anybody seems punch-drunk, it's the challenger!JK: Crap!*Dream rolls Blood into the ring and goes for a pin* 1! Kickout! TH: Only a one!DREAM: That was a TWO!JK: The Dream begs to differ!*The Dream picks Blood up and hits him with a T-bone suplex! He drags his opponent to the corner and ties him to the Tree of Woe, backs up to get a running start, charges--Blood sits up and ends up sitting on the top turnbuckle, causing both of the Dream's knees to crash into the mat!* BLOOD: Parts Unknown sit-up champion three years running, right here! As soon as I win your title, Dream, I'm going to unify the two!TH: Dream going for the Partial Devastation running double knee drop, but Ryan Blood putting his abs to good use!JK: It's nice to see the Dream screw up in a way that doesn't work out for him!*As the Dream struggles to get to his feet, Blood stands up on the top rope, turns around, and knocks the Dream back down with a missile dropkick! Cover by Blood* 1! 2! Kickout! *Blood pulls the Dream up, whips him into the ropes, and hits a hip-toss neckbreaker on the rebound!* BLOOD: KRAYT DRAGON!TH: Blood calling for the Krayt Dragon!JK: I think that might mean he's going for the Krayt Dragon, Gorilla!*Blood pulls the Dream up and starts to lock on the Krayt Dragon...only for the Dream to power himself to a standing position and twist around so he's able to knee Blood in the stomach, forcing him to let go!* THE DREAM: BEAUTIFUL AND FLAWLESSLY EXECUTED COUNTER TO THE KRAYT DRAGON!TH: The Dream counters beautifully and flawlessly!JK: Oh please.*Recovering from the knee to the gut quickly, Blood fires off a roundhouse kick that hits the Dream in the ribs, doubling him over! Ura-nage (side suplex) attempt by Blood, but the Dream elbows him in the head repeatedly until he lets go! Irish whip by the Dream sends Blood into the turnbuckles--Nicaraguan Kick connects and Blood is knocked silly! The Dream points to the big screen and says...* THE DREAM: I don't know about you, but I wanna see that again!*The FAWAtron shows a replay of the Nicaraguan Kick, causing the crowd to pop* TH: Dream calling for a replay!JK: *exasperated sigh**The Dream turns back to Blood--and is surprised by a dropkick that sends him staggering backwards several steps! The Dream almost falls over, but the ropes stop him* JK: Haha, that's what he gets for taking his eye off the ball! But Blood need to be careful--as long as that guy's still on his feet there's always a chance of him accidentally hitting some big move!*Blood charges at the Dream but stops short, and a good thing too, since the Dream drunkenly throws a clothesline at the spot Blood would have been if he hadn't! Blood taps his head with his index finger* BLOOD: I am smart, and this proves it!*The Dream is off-balance, but doesn't fall. He stumbles toward Blood, who sidesteps and hits him with a roundhouse kick to the side!* JK: It took a few weeks, but finally someone has caught on to The Dream's tricks.*The Dream stumbles forward, to which Blood throws another sharp kick to his side that he just fails to dodge.* TH: Blood has no mercy and seems to have no time for The Dream's style.JK: I know I wouldn't. I woulda pile drived his head into the mat and called it a night.TH: However, The Dream hasn't been a complete failure this match.JK: He's been over reliant on his drunken style wrestling and that's the key thing Blood picked up on.*The Dream clasps his fingers together for an axe handle and smashes Blood in the face.* TH: Ooh, a misfire from The Dream.*Blood clutches his face.* Blood: Dammit, Dream. Urgh...
Dream: Sorry, mate.
TH: He's bleeding from the nose. The Dream has drawn blood on Ryan Blood. JK: But looks like he's ready to fire back.
*Blood throws a superkick at The Dream-*
TH: Turbo Laser Blast from Blood! He's firing back in spades! JK: Wait, he just ducked that!
*The Dream has Blood by the leg. He tucks himself below Blood, lifts him onto his shoulders, pulls him down by the leg, and drives his head forward into the mat.*
TH: Blood is on Dream Street. The Dream for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
A-MER-I-CA!
MM: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall and still your Freakin’ Awesome Wrestling Alliance Television Champion:
The… Dream!
*The Dream throws the FAWA Television Championship Belt over his shoulder and hits the strut.*
TH: Blood was a good contender there, but The Dream just managed to eke a win out this week. JK: He's gotta mix it up more if he plans to hold onto the Television Title Belt for much longer. Blood is just the first to catch on.
*The Dream hops out of the ring and heads for the entrance.*
TH: The Dream is a mysterious man from his style to his methods to the way he trains. JK: One can only wonder what that is like. TH: Coming up we have the World Heavyweight Title Number One Contender Match. Stay tuned!
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 4, 2013 0:03:26 GMT -5
NITERAW TH: And welcome back ladies and gentlemen we've had quite a night thus far and we're just getting started.JK: The last Niteraw before Wheel of Misfortune! The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife Hoss!*The arena goes pitch black. The lights begin to dimly beat to follow along...* TH: And speaking of kicking it off, I think we're going to be seeing a bit from a man who's going to be competing here later tonight!*A pyro explosion goes off on the entry ramp as Connor slowly moves through the smoke, standing at the top, his face partially visible under the hood as he holds the FAWA Inter-Forums Championship high before making his way to the ring and slides in.* JK: You know, normally I would be hard-pressed to find any reason for this guy to be out here but call me a bit curious tonight.*Taking an offered microphone from a ring attendant, Connor places the Inter-Forums belt on his shoulder and looks out at the crowd. Soaking it in for a moment he brings the mic up to his face.* CM: Last week, I faced off against a man who seemed to be no stranger to the type of things I've been experiencing over the past few months. A man, or rather, an ant who seemed to take an almost sickening glee in cutting the corners to attain what he wanted. Next week, I get to face off against a man who's show those same types of colours in one Ryan Blood.
Ryan...you and I have some history. Now, I'm not going to go into it but needless to say, just when I didn't think you could go any lower you've proven me wrong yet again. A chain wrapped around your foot sealed your entry into this match and it's sealed your fate when step into the ring at Wheel of Misfortune. We're going to write another chapter in the tale and when all is said and done I will still be holding the FAWA Inter-Forums title. Now, I know you're in the back. And I know you probably want to have your mind focused on that match of yours tonight but frankly I don't really care what you want. If we're going to have one more go of it next week Ryan you can at least be man enough to come down to this ring. Come down here, look me in the eye and realize that when you hit me with that chain around your foot you have blurred the line between professional and personal. Come Wheel of Misfortune. It's very, very personal.*Orange Lantern Mulligan appears on the FAWATron in the Parts Unknown Parking structure.* Connor? Hello Friend Connor! We are Friendssssss? Is that a correct assertion?
(Beat)
No Matter! *motions to a Car* Is this your conveyance? Ooooh......'Tis Nice!
I want this vehicle...*Attempts to Open the Door...it's Locked* SORCERY! You've obviously put some sort of Anti-Ophidian Ward on this......Mah-Sheen!
But I Have Countermeasures! *Picks up a Convenient Brick....and Smashes the Window.....and Opens the door from the inside* Hmm....now how to....awaken the Demon that makes it go......?
SHAZAM!
No.....
EXCELSIOR!
No......
AZARATH METRION ZINTHOS!
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SIM SIM SALABIM!*Sheepishly Exits the vehicle* Oh well Bored Now..... Time to solve this problem the only way I know how.....FUNNY WATER!*Uses a Crowbar to open the Trunk and gets out a Gas Can* It's amazing how it comes in these amazing Containers!*Douses the Interior of the vehicle with Funny Water....and tosses a Lit Match* FINE! Your Carriage shall be of no use to ANYONE, DRAGON! This is what happens when I do NOT Get what I Dessssssssssire! Look at this Husk! Consumed by Orange!
I Will posssssessss All I Desssssire! All the Gold! All the Titlessssss! FULL GLORY TO THE ORANGE LANTERN!
THE DRAGON WILL FALL!
BLOOD WILL FALL!
ORANGE LANTERN MULLIGAN WILL RISE!
This power is mine, this is my light. In bright of day and black of night. I claim all within my sight, to take what I want, that is my right!*Staring at the Craptron, Connor remains motionless for a moment before bringing the mic up.* You wanted this so bad Mulligan, you want me so bad. Well here I am! You know what, I'm tired of playing games. Tired of the little jabs and backstabs and blindsides. You and Ryan want me. Come get me! I'm going to shove my foot so far up your Azarath it'll make your Metrion cry for Zinthos!*Dropping the mic, Connor sets the Inter-Forums title down before pulling back his hood.* *Ryan Blood walks out from the back, Singapore cane in hand. He looks up at the big screen, down to the ring at Connor, then back up at the screen, still showing the flaming car. Then he speaks into the mic he's carrying* See, stuff like that is why I jog to work instead of driving.*Blood focuses on Mackenzie as he continues to walk down to the ring* You know, Connor, I don't get why you're so pissed. You've seen me act nastier than this. You've seen me more ruthless than this. Hell, you even saw me use that chain trick before, when I beat El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler in that First Blood match. Did you really expect anything different?*Blood gets to the apron and climbs onto it* Take it personally if you want, buddy. Even though I was all business. The business of getting what I want!*He vaults over the top rope and lands on his feet inside the ring, looking Connor in the eyes as he resumes talking* I want that Inter-Forum Championship, Mackenzie. Or whatever it'll be called after it's unified with the Freakin' Awesome Championship.
Everybody in this company has been accusing everybody else of being greedy lately, but honestly...that's why we're here, right?
We all want things. We may not all obsess like Mulligan up there--hey Mulligan, how ya doin'?--but nobody in this company or in the industry is happy without a title.
Going into this match, I am the only one who doesn't currently have a title. You, Dragon, have got the Inter-Forum Championship. You, Mulligan, have got the Freakin' Awesome Championship. I've got nothing.
I haven't had a championship since I got back, and I'm getting sick of that. Me and the General are out of the tag title picture. There are too many people involved in the world title picture for me to focus on that. And even though I have a chance at the Television Title tonight, that would only let me rack up enough defenses to challenge for something better...and I already have a shot at something better come Wheel Of Misfortune.
I'm walking into this match with nothing. I intend to walk out with it all. And neither one of you better doubt that I'll do whatever it takes, once again.
*Blood lowers his mic, and waits for a response from either the man he's sharing the ring with, or the man on the AwesomeTron*
[/i]. When the ref counts one-two-three in my company's squared circle, there will be one champion with one title.Connor Mackenzie. Ryan Blood. Orange Lantern Mulligan. At Wheel of Misfortune, one of you will become the very first FAN Forums Champion. This is the change I bring to my company. I am the FAWA. I am Boiler Room Brawler.[/font] *The Awesometron returns to Mulligan.* Mulligan: Yes… Yes… I want them all. I don’t care how many there are. I want every title. I want the old titles. I want the new title. I will have every title. Yes…[/quote] *Connor and Ryan exchange glances before nodding to each other. Blood grabs his cane and leaves. Connor picks up his Interforums Title and watches on.* TH: What a development! Boiler Room Brawler is forcing the end of the Freakin’ Awesome Championship and the Interforums Championship and replacing them with a brand new championship!JK: And one of those three men will be the very first to hold it. TH: This is the change BRB promises, but will it be for the better? Only time will tell. Stay tuned for more FAWA action coming up after these commercials!
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