Oak: Certified Jade Hater
Bill S. Preston, Esq.
Edgier than Wayne Brady, Harder than Chinese Arithmetic, and Higher than the ratings for Blade: The Series
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Post by Oak: Certified Jade Hater on Apr 18, 2013 23:27:32 GMT -5
There's nothing wrong with an Enigma vs. Hayden matchup for the title. The logic behind avoiding heel vs. heel matchups is sound, but neither wrestler involved is a heel right now. You may feel otherwise, but I'm sure if we polled everybody the majority would agree that they're both tweeners at worst. It's possible, of course, that one or both of them could be in cahoots with the MIB, but the same is true of almost everybody in the fed. I agree. Heck, I laid out several possibilities for a Hayden vs. Enigma match, where it could go, things like that. Dom't feel compelled to use your points if you don't want to Gus. Personally I don't see why you'd need to use your points for a match that you may or may not want, aside from not liking Heel vs. Heel (which Socko touched on). Save your points for Gookermania dude.
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Post by Head Detective Aaron Enigma on Apr 19, 2013 9:20:31 GMT -5
Anyone else having issues logging into this forum? I've been trying for like a week to even get this forum to load. It finally let me on today thankfully.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 19, 2013 9:46:56 GMT -5
Hm, odd. I haven't.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 19, 2013 11:05:21 GMT -5
How go the remaining matches?
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Gus Richlen Was Wrong
Patti Mayonnaise
Metal Maestro: Co-winner of the FAN Idol Throwdown!
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on Apr 19, 2013 11:09:52 GMT -5
There's nothing wrong with an Enigma vs. Hayden matchup for the title. The logic behind avoiding heel vs. heel matchups is sound, but neither wrestler involved is a heel right now. You may feel otherwise, but I'm sure if we polled everybody the majority would agree that they're both tweeners at worst. It's possible, of course, that one or both of them could be in cahoots with the MIB, but the same is true of almost everybody in the fed. I agree. Heck, I laid out several possibilities for a Hayden vs. Enigma match, where it could go, things like that. Dom't feel compelled to use your points if you don't want to Gus. Personally I don't see why you'd need to use your points for a match that you may or may not want, aside from not liking Heel vs. Heel (which Socko touched on). Save your points for Gookermania dude. Well, considering what happens in our promo, which isn't done yet, it'd make no sense IC or otherwise for me to decline that shot now. And if I lose (which I likely will, considering that we've got Mt. Gusuvius and Mt. St. Hayden erupting this week), I can still try to win BattleBowl. And failing THAT, in case Michaels doesn't come back, I've always wanted to write a Hell In A Cell match....
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Apr 20, 2013 9:31:58 GMT -5
How go the remaining matches? I wasn't able to get it to you when I thought I would, which I'm sorry for, but I'm almost finished writing the action, and I tend to write the commentary fairly quickly, so you'll receive it today, guaranteed.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Apr 20, 2013 12:42:42 GMT -5
Okay, just sent BRB the match.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Apr 20, 2013 13:18:18 GMT -5
Should have mine to you within the next hour BRB. Yesterday was just a wash since work was insane given we had a truck in Watertown yesterday that couldn't go anywhere for obvious reasons.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on Apr 20, 2013 16:31:04 GMT -5
Took a bit longer then I hoped but it should be in your inbox now BRB. Gonna try and get a promo in as well.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:16:20 GMT -5
NITERAW TH: Welcome FAWA Galaxy to another exciting edition of Niteraw. I’m Gorilla Tim Hoss and with me as always is Jesse King. JK: Glad to be here. What a night that was last week. Boiler Room Brawler terminated the sponsorship deal with Nintendo of America, nullified the contract he signed last year, and made himself the new CEO of the FAWA so he could take the fight to the Man in Black. TH: Change is in the air, but will it be for the better? We can only wait and see.
But the show must go on as we have lots of action as always. The road to the next Tag Team champions continues as Seth Drakin and MiscreAnt take on Ryan Blood and The General and later tonight the General also must defend his TV Title against Jeremy Dupoe.JK: And more than that, Hoss. Scott Martin and Antihero continue their Best of Seven series. Boiler Room Brawler’s in-ring representative will take on Jack Rogers. And Marshall Wesley Coventry takes on Bull Ant, the winner of which will face Seth Drakin for the Inter-Forums Number One Contender Spot. TH: Lots of action and more coming up tonight on Niteraw. Stay tuned.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:16:42 GMT -5
NITERAWEXHIBITION MATCHTHE DREAM VERSUS MARIO NETT VERSUS KAISER BENNO TH: Welcome back to the show everyone. We’re gearing up here for the first match of the night which is sure to please.JK: Maybe. Mario Nett returns to the ring after so many months of servitude to CEO Jeremy Dupoe. TH: And The Dream, who shocked the FAWA Galaxy when he caught the World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Hayden, by surprise more than once last week, returns to the ring tonight as well. JK: And their opponent is “Kinda Good” Kaiser Benno, already in the ring. Take it away Muffer. *”Kinda Good” Kaiser Benno stands in the ring berating the fans…* MM: Ladies and Gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match is scheduled for one fall.
Standing in the ring with me now, from Woonsocket, Rhode Island, weighing three hundred and fifteen pounds: “Kinda Good” Kaiser Benno! *Benno sticks his tongue out and smirks.* MM: Introducing his first opponent…A-MER-I-CA! JK: Here we go…*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! TH: Looks like we’re having technical problems. JK: Nah. Let it go, Hoss. Just let it go…*The Dream stumbles about towards the ring. The lights fail as The Dream does a Goldberg style ‘wild kick’ and falls over. The Dream recovers his composure as white lights flood the ramp and he hits The Dream Strut to the ring, acknowledging the crowd.* JK: I think I’ll die of embarrassment watching him come to the ring. TH: Embarassed or not, The Dream made a heck of a showing in his debut match in the FAWA teaming up with Jason Flynn against the Hollywood Enigmas. MM: Entering the ring, ish, from South London, England. Weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds: he is… The Dream! JK: That may be, but in my day, you didn’t walk to the ring unless you had the whole “walking” thing down. TH: Some think that it’s all an act on The Dream’s part. That he only feigns clumsiness to psych out his opponents. JK: You wish he deserved that much credit. I call it all luck. *The Dream enters the ring and struts about.* TH: The Dream hitting The Strut. JK: Nothing to strut about. JK: Not when this guy is in the match. *Mario Nett tears his way out of a hole in the entrance stage and climbs out. Then he makes his way to the ring.* MM: Their opponent. From the Parts Unknown Sanitarium Cell #109 and weighing two hundred and forty six pounds: Mario… Nett! TH: It’s been a while since Mario Nett actually wrestled a match as he’s been more utilized to carry out the wishes of Jeremy Dupoe. Now that Dupoe is back on the regular roster however, Mario Nett has to carry his own weight more than before. JK: BRB says he plans to run a tight ship. He plans to take the fight to the Man in Black, but he has no need of Dupoe or his lackeys anymore. It’s back to the bread and butter. *Nett slides into the ring and dully stares at both Benno and The Dream.* TH: Makes a man wonder what is going on inside that man’s head. JK: He’s no man anymore. He’s a puppet. Nothing goes on in his head unless Dupoe wills it. DING! DING! DING! *The Dream smiles at his opponents.* TH: He's hitting The Strut.JK: I don't get this Dream guy, Gorilla.*Benno and Nett look at The Dream as he struts up to the two of them.* JK: They better watch out. The World Heavyweight Champion was caught by surprise more than once by The Dream.*Benno and Nett look at The Dream and-* TH: Benno going for the first strike, but he misses The Dream!JK: It's that strange, drunken Matrix dodge again.*Nett pulls his fist back and throws a haymaker at The Dream.* TH: Another successful dodge, but Nett catches Benno straight to the face.JK: This is poor triple threat coordination.*The Dream grabs Nett's outstretched arm-* TH: The Dream with a wristlock to Dupoe's unwilling puppet.*The Dream twists an arm's length away from Nett, wrist still in his grip-* TH: Down goes Nett. Short arm clothesline from The Dream.JK: Benno is looking embarassed and that only makes him mad.*Benno runs at The Dream for a shoulder block.* TH: The Dream with a drunken side step. Benno on the rebound.JK: If he can just catch The Dream, he might make Michael Hayden look bad.*Benno runs at The Dream, who ducks as Benno runs over him.* TH: But wait, Nett is back to his feet. Spinebuster! Spinebuster to Benno!
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The Dream breaks the pin.*The Dream stands Nett up while Benno recovers on the mat.* JK: A near fall for Nett out of nowhere. He's no friend of Benno.*The Dream locks arms with Nett...* JK: It's every man for himself, but alliances can begin and end on the drop of a dime for the bigger picture.TH: Nett is overpowering The Dream. Chokeslam to The Dream!JK: There's no dodging that one.TH: And Nett hooks the leg.ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT! JK: No dice for Jeremy Dupoe's lackey.*Nett whirls into a sitting position before standing up, as does The Dream behind him, when The Dream hooks his arm around the front of Nett's head-* TH: Reverse DDT. Back to the mat for Nett!JK: And The Dream hits the Strut again.*Benno sits up.* TH: Benno is coming to.JK: Good. He can stop The Dream from securing the pinfall.TH: Wait, I think The Dream notices him!*The Dream, his back also to Benno, jumps up and-* TH: Standing moonsault to Benno's noggin! He hooks the leg!ONE!
TWO! TH: Nett breaks the pin. Another near fall.JK: Nett is back on the wrestling scene as is the rest of Jeremy Dupoe's cadre of cronies.*Nett grabs The Dream and stands him up.* JK: Now that BRB is not only CEO, but does not care for any of them, they have to step up their game.TH: The Dream to the corner!*Nett charges for The Dream, who stumbles to his knees as Nett attempts a flying crossbody.* TH: Nett hits the turnbuckle!JK: Another psych out from The Dream!*Nett stumbles about from the impact, when The Dream maneuvers between his legs, stands up, and...* TH: The Dream has Nett in the air! He's primed for Dream Street!*The Dream has Nett sitting atop his shoulders. He holds down on Nett's neck and brings him down forward for a Joker Driver.* TH: Nett eats the mat! Dream Street! The Dream hooks the leg!
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Two!*Benno pounces and breaks the pin.* TH: No!JK: Another near fall, this time Benno to the rescue!*Benno looks self-satisfied as The Dream stumbles to his feet.* TH: Looks like Benno really clobbered The Dream there.JK: I ain't fooled.*Benno throws a front kick at The Dream, who drunkenly side steps it.* JK: He's doing his little "Stuporman" trick again and Benno is falling right into the trap.*Benno's leg is still extended when The Dream scoops his arm beneath it, lifts up and Regal-plexes Benno.* TH: Benno in the Nicaraguan Suplex!*The Dream holds it for the pin.* ONE!
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THREE! DING! DING! DING! MM: Here is your winner as a result of pinfall: The Dream!*The Dream hits the strut before grabbing a mic.* TH: What is The Dream doing?JK: Oh no. He has something to say.THE DREAM: I don't know about you, but I wanna see that again!JK: You gotta be kidding me.TH: The Dream is on cloud nine, and he wants to marvel at his work.*The Dream drops the mic and hits the strut as Nett sits up.* JK: Jeremy Dupoe won't be happy to see this.TH: He has to make himself look good tonight. He has to defeat The General of the Monkey Army to save face.JK: Everyone in their cult is in hot water and nobody can put you in hot water like BRB when he is not only Majority Shareholder, but CEO.TH: And we'll see how Jeremy Dupoe does later tonight when he challenges for the Television Championship. Stay tuned for more after these commercials.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:16:58 GMT -5
NITERAW MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Cucamonga, Somewhere, weighing in at 189 pounds, Justin Hole!*The lights go purple as Shini AntKari, with Misato KatsuragAnt not far behind, walks out wearing his EVA plugsuit. His eyes are on Hole but his hands are extended to connect with those of the fans as he enters the ring.* MM: And his opponent, accompanied by Major Misato KatsuragAnt, from Tokyo-3, Japan, weighing in at 179 pounds, Shinji AntKari!TH: Well, this is perhaps one of the most unusual things to ever happen in FAWA or anywhere else: we have actual anime characters getting sucked into the real world, becoming part ant, and joining FAWA. And the former pilot of EVA Unit-01 is making his debut tonight.JK: And they know Gus Richlen, apparantly, so I hate them already!TH: ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND here we go again....*Lloyd McFloyd calls for the bell and Hole goes for a very weak lockup, but Shinji pushes him off. Hole rushes forward, but Shinji ducks and chop blocks him! Hole gets up, only to be chopped down again! Hole starts to get up, but the former EVA pilot drops him with a shotei strike before hitting the ropes and adding in Rolling Thunder! 1! 2! Hole kicks out and starts to get up but goes right back down after a Fameasser! 1! 2! Hole weakly kicks out again as a strange "WE NEED A BETTER JOBBER CROP!!!!" chant goes up. He gets to his feet, but Shinji is waiting on the top rope and flies off with a missile dropkick! 1! 2! Hole kicks out again, but Shinji backs up and starts doing the "tuning up the band" motions, and the NGE fans in attendance are chanting in percentages, and as Hole gets up, SHINJI DROPS HIM WITH THE O1-HIT KO!!!!* TH: That superkick may have just made short work of the already outmatched Justin Hole!JK: The fans are right about one thing: we DO need a better batch of fodder for the new people!*1! 2! 3!* MM: Here is your winner, Shinji AntKari!*As Hole rolls out of the ring, Misato runs in and utterly GLOMPS Shinji.*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:17:14 GMT -5
NITERAWTAG TEAM TITLE QUALIFIERSETH DRAKIN AND MISCREANT VERSUS RYAN BLOOD AND THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY TH: Welcome back to the show, FAWA Galaxy. We’re back and up next we have an action packed Tag Team Match up ahead. JK: I’ll say. It’s the newly declared Tag Team of Seth Drakin and MiscreAnt, an Ant I can get behind, going up against Ryan Blood and none other than the TV Champ himself, the General of the Monkey Army. TH: So let’s get to it! MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match will determine the second Tag Team to wrestle for the Tag Team Championship at Wheel of Misfortune. *Seth Drakin and MiscreAnt stand at the entrance way before walking to the ring completely disregarding the fans.* TH: These two look none too happy to be here tonight. JK: Not completely true. They just have no regard for the fans just like BRB, our new CEO and Majority Shareholder, doesn’t. They’re here to win, not to please anyone. MM: Entering the ring first at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy five pounds:
Seth Drakin… and MiscreAnt!*Seth and MiscreAnt slide into the ring.* TH: Referee Kwon checking MiscreAnt for weapons. JK: A wise decision. I hear MiscreAnt is always packing over at the 101 Colony. TH: Well hopefully the FAWA’s best and brightest officials will catch such shenanigans before they can use them to their advantage. *Blue pyro jets explode on the stage-* *The lights go blue and standing on the entranceway are Ryan Blood and The General of the Monkey Army, who puffs away at a big, fat cigar.* MM: Their opponents, from Baltimore, Maryland and Lansing, Michigan, weighing a combined total of four hundred thirty seven pounds:
Ryan Blood and The General of the Monkey Army! TH: Ryan Blood packing a Singapore cane right out in the open. JK: MiscreAnt is a bit more subtle a cheater than Ryan Blood. On the other hand, Ryan Blood could have that cane for intimidation value. *Blood and the General walk down to the ring, also ignoring the fans.* TH: Intimidation or not, it won’t endear them to the referee. JK: They don’t need his endearment. They just need him to call the match down the middle. *Blood and the General slide into the ring.* TH: And then there’s The General with his Television Title belt and his cigar. JK: The man has a habit to support and no better way than to make fatter paychecks holding the Television Title. *The General goes to put his cigar out on the turnbuckle--and suddenly whirls around and tries to shove it in Seth Drakin's face! A wide-eyed Drakin is able to grab the General's arm before he can and whip him toward MiscreANT, sending the cigar flying, but Blood is on him a second later!* TH: Bah gawd, I think the General was aiming for Drakin's eye with that thing! *John Creed signals for the bell as all four men brawl* DING! DING! DING! *Drakin and Blood pummel one another in a frenzy before Drakin finally gets the advantage with a rake of the eyes and sends Blood crashing to the mat with a headbutt! The General and MiscreANT continue their own brawl, with the General finally doubling over MiscreANT with a hard shot to the stomach and hitting him with a DDT!* TH: Creed's gotta restore some order in there!*John Creed declares Drakin and the General the legal men, and both turn around to face the other. Seth grins like a shark and motions with his hand for the General to come after him. The General's eyes bug out, and then he lets out a wild howl and charges at Seth!* TH: After what the General tried to do in this match's opening moments, it may not be a great idea to goad him.JK: I wouldn't. But don't sell Seth Drakin short, Gorilla; he's a very dangerous man himself!*For a brief second, Drakin's caught off-guard by this display, but he quickly unfreezes and grapples with the the General as soon as he gets close enough. Drakin gets his opponent in a front facelock, but before he can do anything with it the General grabs both his legs and takes him down! With another howl, the General mounts Seth and sinks his teeth into his opponent's face! Drakin cries out in pain as the General tries to rip a chunk of flesh out of Seth's cheek, and Creed shouts at the General to stop* TH: The way the General's going after him, you'd think that he had issues with Drakin instead of his partner!JK: Well, since whoever wins here gets closer to claiming the vacant Tag Team Championships, the General has to be careful he doesn't get DQ'd here!*The General lets Drakin go after Creed begins a five count--Irish whip sends Drakin into the corner, where Blood waits clutching the tag rope! The General tags Blood in and hits a monkey flip on Drakin! A second after Drakin hits the mat, Blood's into the ring and flips off the top rope to land on his former Fallen stablemate with an Arabian press! As John Creed watches all of this, he doesn't notice MiscreANT removing the top turnbuckle pad in his and Drakin's corner* JK: Looks like MiscreANT wants somebody to collide with that turnbuckles, sans padding!*MiscreANT has the top pad loose, but rests one hand on top of it to hold it in place as he hangs onto the tag rope with the other; when Creed looks over his shoulder briefly, he sees nothing out of the ordinary. Across the ring, Blood has draped Drakin's throat across the bottom ring rope and is pressing a knee into Seth's upper back, choking him! Another five count begun by Creed, with Blood pulling back and stalking away at four, while Seth gasps and coughs* TH: MiscreANT is hiding his handiwork with that turnbuckle pad, but how long can he keep Creed from noticing?JK: It's not much help to his partner right now!*Blood drags Drakin to his feet, whips him into the ropes, goes for a rolling elbow on the return--ducked by Drakin, who bounces off the ropes again and comes charging back to floor Blood with a clothesline!* TH: Ryan Blood has been taken down by that clothesline, and now maybe Seth Drakin can go on the offensive!JK: Or tag in his partner.*Drakin slowly recovers and lifts Blood onto his shoulder for an Oklahoma Slam...Drakin charges into his and MiscreANT's corner and, instead of slamming Blood onto the mat, smashes his back into the top turnbuckle! Right before the impact, MiscreANT pulls away the padding, so that Blood's spine collides with the unprotected steel! Ryan Blood cries out in pain!* TH: Bah gawd, Ryan Blood's vertebrae being rammed into that steel turnbuckle! And John Creed couldn't see MiscreANT pull away the padding, because Drakin's body was blocking his view!JK: Blood's back cannot be feeling too good right now! And there's MiscreANT putting the padding back in place, hiding the evidence of his and his partner's cheating! Not bad!*Drakin ties Blood into the Tree Of Woe and, with a final boot to his opponent's face, tags in MiscreANT.* JK: You know, Gorilla, these guys are good! Did you see the way Sethtook over for MiscreANT holding the pad in place so that it wouldn't slip off and make Creed suspicious? That's masterful.TH: I'd call it despicable, King. Then again, it's not as if their opponents are going to take the high road either.*Misc gets a running start and blasts Blood in the face with Can't Catch Me!* TH: A running basement knee to the face! MiscreANT calls that Can't Catch Me!JK: He sure caught Blood with that strike! Ouch!*Grabbing ahold of Blood's arms, Misc yanks him out of the corner and off the mat, then lets go and let's Blood fall onto his tender back! Misc locks on the Red X!* TH: There's MiscreANT with his Japanese Stranglehold, known as the Red X! He's got Blood's arms straitjacketed backward and is bending Ryan's spine in a way that nature did not intend! After what he and Drakin just did to Blood's back, MiscreANT could get an easy submission here!*Fortunately for Blood, he's able to stretch out and hook the bottom rope with his foot before he's spent even five seconds in the hold, and Creed forces Misc to break it!* TH: That had to be excruciating for Blood. The match will continue, but MiscreANT has succeeded in further damaging his opponent's back.JK: That's what you want to do, Gorilla. Isolate a body part and keep going after it.*Misc climbs to the top rope and goes for a Phoenix Splash, flies off--and Blood springs up to catch him with a jawbreaker before he hits! MiscreANT is down!* TH: Jawbreaker in mid-air from Ryan Blood! Where the hell did that come from?!JK: I don't know, Gorilla, but playing possum when a guy goes high-risk is another time-tested tactic! Now MiscreANT has been knocked silly, and Blood can tag in the General of the Monkey Army!*Blood forces himself to stand and then grabs Misc by the antennae, drawing an agonized scream from the Ant! Blood runs toward his corner, dragging Misc behind him, and leaps over to top rope to snap Misc's throat down onto it with a Hangman! The General tags Blood in mid-leap, and Misc falls to the mat, clutching his throat! The General climbs to the top rope and leaps off to hit a big diving headbutt onto MiscreANT! He covers* 1! 2! Kickout! TH: Devastating diving headbutt by the General, but only two!*The General whips MiscreANT into the corner and charges in after him to blast him with a stiff lariat! He wraps his arm around Misc's head and brings him down with a running bulldog!* TH: And the General taking it to MiscreANT!JK: He's gotta tag Seth, right now!*The Television Champion drags MiscreANT to his and Blood's corner and tags Blood in before hitting a snap suplex on MiscreANT! Blood, meanwhile, climbs to the top rope (visibly wincing during the climb), and now he leaps off and drops an elbow onto MiscreANT!* JK: More tandem offense from Blood & The General!*Blood pulls a dazed MiscreANT to his feet and tags the General back in. Both of them position themselves on opposite sides of MiscreANT...* TH: It's looking bad for MiscreANT, King! His opponents seem to be setting up for that double-team finisher they used in their first tag match, crushing his head between the General's Monkey's Paw and Blood's Turbolaser Blast!JK: I wonder if there's a name for that move. Monkey Blast maybe?TH: That...would not be my first choice if I were them.*As the General and Blood both rush in, Misc dives out of the way of both the Monkey's Paw and Turbolaser Blast, and somersaults forward to make the hot tag to Seth Drakin! Drakin into the ring with a double clothesline that takes down both Blood and the General! Leg drop to the General! Blood lifted up and hit with a backbreaker!* TH: MiscreANT with a burst of energy to cross the ring and tag in his fresh partner, and Seth Drakin into the ring like a house of fire!JK: Is it house OF fire or house A-fire?TH: He's trouble either way, and he's also continued to target Blood's back!But the General is the legal wrestler at the moment, and should be his primary concern!*Drakin tosses Blood over the top rope and then delivers a big power slam to the General! Seth looks over at his partner to see if he's good for a double team maneuver, and then tags him in before executing an Irish whip to send the General bouncing off the ropes and running into a drop toe hold on the way back! And as the General falls forward, MiscreANT is there to catch him with a Rocker Dropper so that he hits even harder! Cover by Misc* 1! 2! Kickout! TH: Drakin and MiscreANT with some tandem offense of their own!JK: That was pretty nice! Well, to watch; wasn't nice for the General, obviously.*Creed's ordering Drakin to get back on the apron. Drakin argues with him over something, and while Creed's attention is focused on Seth, MiscreANT hits the General with a low blow! Before MiscreANT can cover, though, Ryan's slid back into the ring, Singapore cane in hand, and swings it upward between Misc's legs!* JK: OUCH squared!TH: I wouldn't want to be hit in the groin at all, but if I had to choose between a fist and a Singapore cane being used, I'd glady choose the fist! Drakin's plan to distract the referee hasn't worked out like he and MiscreANT hoped!*Both the General and MiscreANT are lying on the mat groaning in pain. Drakin, thinking quickly, does exactly what Creed tells him to by getting on the apron and then pointing out to him that something's going on in the ring! With no further reason to say anything to Seth, Creed turns around too late to see Blood throwing away the Singapore cane, but in time to see Blood dragging the General on top of MiscreANT! Creed orders Blood out of the ring!* TH: One second later and the General & Blood could've gotten the tainted victory! Instead of MiscreANT & Drakin getting the tainted victory--both of these teams have resorted to dirty tactics, after all.JK: Wait, why is it illegal for Blood to put the General on top of MiscreANT when they did that other double-team stuff? It's just another double team move, right?TH: I think Creed draws the line at making it look like the General went for a cover when he didn't, Jess.*The General slowly begins to stir, and finally rolls over to his opponent and drapes an arm over him* 1! 2! Thr--NO, KICKOUT! TH: And MiscreANT just barely kicks out, after that cane-shot to the groin!JK: So ants apparently have genitals in the same place as humans and other mammals?TH: I don't want to talk about MiscreANT's genitals, King. Let's just call the match.*The General and MiscreANT both dragging themselves to their respective corners now...Tag to Drakin! Tag to Blood!* TH: Well, this should be interesting! Former Fallen versus former Fallen, and these two had harsh words for one another earlier in the week!*Blood throws a roundhouse kick at Seth's midsection--instinctively caught by Seth--enzuigiri by Ryan connects! Ryan Blood climbs on top of Drakin and starts laying into him with punches until Creed puts a stop to it. Drakin's been busted open!* TH: Drakin dazed and now wearing the crimson mask, with his blood pouring down his face!JK: Let's see if Ryan can back up his talk here.*Blood with a swinging neckbreaker to Drakin, and a cover* 1! 2! Kickout! *Drakin's whipped into the corner! Blood runs in and leaps at him for a Stinger Splash--DRAKIN CATCHES HIM IN MIDAIR AND PLANTS HIM WITH THUNDEROUS BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!* TH: BAH GAWD, SETH DRAKIN ALMOST DRIVING RYAN BLOOD STRAIGHT THROUGH THE MAT WITH THAT SUPLEX!JK: Blood took a risk, and paid for it! Damn, that was a nasty impact!*Drakin takes a moment to recover, and picks his opponent up to hit him with another backbreaker! He then steps over Blood, clasps his hands over Blood's chin, squats, and wrenches back.* TH: He's got The Inquisition in on Blood now! And Blood has been thoroughly softened up for this hold! He's had his spine slammed into that exposed steel turnbuckle, he's had MiscreANT stretching it with his Red X submission hold, and been hit with two brutal backbreakers by Seth Drakin!JK: Drakin had better watch out for The General of the Monkey Army, though!*The General hops over the rope and runs for Drakin when-* JK: MiscreANT on point!*The General locks up with MiscreANT, trying to finish things quickly so he can help his partner, and then gains enough of an advantage to whip MiscreANT into the ropes and send him flying over the top! As the General turns his back, though, he doesn't see MiscreANT land on his feet, on the apron. MiscreANT leaps onto the top rope and flies off to nail the General with a springboard dropkick in the back just as he's going for Drakin!* JK: The General's down!TH: Blood is without a prayer now.JK: Drakin easily has a hefty weight advantage on Blood. Every time he cranks back he puts a lot of pressure on Blood's back.*Blood lets out a pained scream as his back is stretched almost past its breaking point, and keeps reaching for the ropes while Drakin increases the pressure. They're too far away, though, and...* JK: Ryan Blood is tapping!DING! DING! DING! *Drakin releases Blood as his arm and MiscreAnt's arm are both raised by Kwon.* MM: Here are your winners as a result of a pinfall:
Seth Drakin and MiscreANT!*Drakin and MiscreAnt look at each other and then down at Blood. The General gets back up, shaking the cobwebs out of his head.* TH: Ryan Blood and The General of the Monkey Army, for all that's going on for them as of last week, have been defeated tonight in their search for the Tag Team Championship.JK: Only two men can hold those belts, Hoss. And for now, those two men aren't them.*Drakin and MiscreAnt leave the ring.* TH: They've defeated a man who pinned the Interforums Champion and a man who pinned the Television Champion. Both last week.JK: But the same guy too.TH: But can they defeat The Hollywood Enigmas at Wheel of Misfortune?JK: It all depends on what the Lord of the Ring spins on the wheel.TH: Wait, Michael Hayden was the Lord of the Ring.JK: That he was. But you don't think BRB will let Michael Hayden, a man he hates and resents, rig the wheel do you?TH: I don't know, but we have one hell of a Tag Team Title match coming in a few weeks.
Stay tuned for more Niteraw action, FAWA Galaxy. We got much more after these commercials.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:18:01 GMT -5
NITERAW TH: Welcome everyone. We're back and in a few moments CEO Boiler Room Brawler's in-ring representative from Japan, Boiler Room Brawler, will take on Jack Rogers in another public exhibition match.MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, 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: He's been barreling through the FAWA roster for weeks now, but the CEO insists that he's not ready to pursue titles yet.TH: CEO BRB doesn't seem to want to rush this in-ring representative like he did the last one.MM: Hailing from Nazo no Basho, Japan at a weight of two hundred and fifteen pound: Boiler... Room... Brawler!*Buraara walks up the ring steps and crosses into the ring.* JK: Of course. El Hijo de Boiler Room Brawler was a seven foot, four hundred pound flop.*Buraara removes his cape and shoulder pads, looks up and-* BRB: Boiraa Ruumu Buraraa!JK: He was rushed into a wrestling environment he wasn't prepared for, and while never pinned by a single man, he continually lost when it mattered.TH: Perhaps these are the decisions of a more experienced BRB. One who learned from his past mistakes.*Out walks Jack "The Snack" Rogers who berates the fans.* TH: But here is a man who only time will tell if he learns from his own mistakes.JK: Jack Rogers is an FAWA vet. He's been around for a couple of years and it's only a matter of time before his time comes.MM: His opponent, from Parts Unknown, Iowa, and weighing 240lbs, Jack "The Snack" Rogers!*Jack Rogers places his Slim Jim in a corner before climbing into the ring to face Buraara.* TH: Rogers hasn't been defeating wrestler after wrestler though.JK: Every dog has his day. Brawler is the dog having his day right now.DING! DING! DING! *Rogers puts up his dukes while Buraara enters a wrestling stance.* TH: Rogers is looking for a brawl, but Brawler is here for a match.JK: What does that mean? Wrestling is a many disciplined thing.*Rogers throws a sideways jab at Buraara who doesn't flinch as Rogers stops short of his face.* TH: It's a commentary on different approaches.JK: Rogers just tested Brawler's reflexes I think.*As Rogers retracts his fist, Buraara retaliates with a knife edge chop.* TH: Listen to that impact.JK: I think I can see the impact on Rogers's chest.*Rogers opens his mouth wide in pain as he steps back from Buraara, who throws another knife edge chop to Rogers's chest.* TH: Looks like Brawler is testing Rogers's reflexes too.JK: Rogers clearly failed.*Rogers is against the ropes when Buraara-* TH: A knee to the midsection. Rogers looks out of breath.JK: He looks like he might hurl.*Rogers rolls out of the ring.* TH: Rogers to the outside.JK: He's got to regroup, as do his internal organs.*Rogers walks around the ring while Buraara tracks him.* JK: Rogers is clearly on a different level than Brawler and it's not in a good way.TH: What will he do? How can Rogers defeat Boiler Room Brawler?JK: He's grabbing his Slim Jim of Doom.TH: What does he plan to do with it?*Rogers rolls into the ring, to which Buraara returns to a wrestling stance.* TH: Brawler is skilled in self defense against unarmed men, but what about men armed with giant Slim Jim sausages?JK: The Japanese have a history of all kinds of nearly improvised weapons. Tools of the peasant folk turned into deadly and effective weapons.*Rogers approaches Buraara, who tilts his head.* JK: Take the tonfa for example. What he know as a beat cops night stick started out as a handle for a farming tool. Brawler surely has trained with all kinds of weapons, and that must include defending against giant sausages.TH: Training or not, Rogers is closing in for the kill!*Rogers runs up to Buraara and slaps him across the face with the giant Slim Jim.* DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! MM: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification: Boiler... Room... Brawler!*Buraara's mask is slightly knocked sideways, to which Rogers slides out of the ring to escape.* JK: Maybe a smart move on Rogers's part. He's the first man not to be formally defeated by Boiler Room Brawler.TH: But on the other hand he purposely attacked him with his giant sausage.JK: Brawler looks like he's fuming where he stands.*Buraara stares out at Rogers as Rogers catches his breath and walks backwards up the ramp.* BRB: Boiraa! Ruumu! Buraara!*Buraara readjusts his mask and runs out of the ring to pursue Rogers.* TH: He's going after Rogers!JK: He wants to finish his opponents. He likes to win, not "not lose."TH: He's catching up with Rogers. Rogers had a head start!JK: Rogers also clearly has a poor diet and poor cardio.*Buraara has a hold of Rogers, who throws a haymaker punch in self defense, to which Buraara ducks it and-* TH: Uh oh... Brawler's got Rogers in a fireman's carry. What's he gonna do?JK: I don't know, but whatever it is, it involves a steel floor.*Buraara charges for a support column, striking Roger's head against the cold, hard metal.* TH: Oh! Brawler with no mercy for his opponent!JK: That's not his opponent anymore. Rogers is a victim.TH: And he's still got him on his shoulders.*Buraara then flips Rogers onto his back against the entrance stage.* TH: Would someone stop Boiler Room Brawler?JK: It doesn't matter, I think he's finished with Rogers.*Buraara stares down at Rogers as FAWA officials arrive. He looks at them and leaves for backstage...*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:18:19 GMT -5
NITERAWINTERFORUMS TITLE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP QUALIFIERMARSHALL WESLEY COVENTRY VERSUS BULL ANT TH: We’re back with Niteraw. Our next match up ahead is going to determine the second of two contestants to wrestle for the number one contendership for the Interforums title.JK: It’s odd that the two men are Bull Ant and Marshall Wesley Coventry.TH: Odd, but it might make for some killer action. JK: Take it away, Muffer! MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall.*The Parts Unknown Arena lights darken.* JK: Oh no, the Man in Black! TH: No no no, hold your horses, King. JK: Oh, right. Never mind. *Marshall Wesley Coventry emerges from the nosebleeds in the crowd.* MM: Entering the ring first from Ward 6 in the North Woods State Mental Hospital, weighing two hundred twenty nine pounds: Marshall Wesley Coventry! TH: Coventry coming down to the ring now in his signature black straightjacket. JK: Unfortunately it was put on backwards as always. Don’t they know a caged animal is caged for a reason? *Coventry enters the ring and removes the straitjacket, tossing it out of the ring. He stares at the entranceway.* *Bull Ant runs out onto the entrance ramp. He looks at Coventry, stamps his feet, and then charges for the ring* MM: His opponent: from The Ant Hill, weighing three hundred twenty eight pounds, he is the World’s Strongest Ant: Bull Ant! TH: Coventry is definitely the strongest member of Justice, LLC, but even he’s up against stiff competition in the World’s Strongest Ant. JK: Coventry is a psychotic man who should not be wrestling giant colonial cattle insects. He should be scrawling about doing that on the walls of a padded cell with his own feces. TH: A bit TMI as my son would say. JK: Let’s keep it at your son saying it that way. *Bull slides into the ring and throws up his arms.* TH: Using fecal matter or not, Coventry is here and he is ready to throw down with a man over a hundred pounds heavier than himself. Only a crazy man would take those odds, but the FAWA is full of ‘em. JK: I’ll believe it when I see it. Coventry is going to be squished tonight. DING! DING! DING! *Bull rushes straight at MWC, not hesitating for a second. The two of them begin throwing haymakers at each other* TH: Well Coventry may be the smaller of the two, but still knows how to brawl with the best of them JK: Still, Bull is much bigger and will take the advantage. *Bull hits a big one staggering MWC for a second. This gives Bull time to bounce off the ropes and hit a big closeline. Bull begins to work over MWC by launching knees into MWC back. Bull grabs MWC arms and jumps over applying cattle mutilation* JK: Bull trying to where down MWC quickly using this moveTH: imagine how painful it is to have this 300 plus pounder using his weight to pull your arms right out of their socketsJK: Not good I imagine, not good at all.*MWC is finally able to find some leverage and get out of the hold. He grabs onto Bull and begins to throw elbow shots right at his jaw. After several MWC pick up Bull and land him head first into the turnbuckle for snake eyes. Not being done he grabs onto Bull and throws him right into the ring post. Bull staggers back and MWC grabs him again and launches him right back. Then a third time, and a fourth, and a fifth time! Bull finally falls to the ground* JK: How is this even legal?! REFEREE DO YOUR DANG JOB!TH: Calm down, it is legal. Painful yes, but legal none the lessJK: The reff should still stop this, I mean really.*MWC goes for the cover. 1-2- No only a two count there. MWC pulls Bull more into the center of the ring and applies the Mindwarp* TH: Oh my, Marshal has finished off plenty of foes with this submission. Bending the arm in the sick wayJK: After being thrown into the ring post that much that arm must be in plenty of pain.TH: You are right there. I would not be surprised if Bull taps right here.*MWC breaks the hold and begins to stomp away at Bull ferociously. Finishing off with a double foot stomp right to the ribs of Bull. MWC goes for the cover. 1-2- No, only a two count.* JK: This is rough even for MWC. He is handling Bull like nothing,TH: He is definitely taking it to Bull right now. *MWC picks up Bull for a double chokeslam. But Bull is able to reverse, turn MWC around and hit Seeing Red. Bull shouts and picks up MWC for an old fashion AA spin buster. 1-2-No, only a two count. Bull goes into the corner and begins to stomp away* TH: Oh my, he is setting up for the Bull Rush.JK: THIS is it. Bull hits this and MWC is broken in half!*MWC staggers to his feet. BULL RU-NO! MWC grabs onto Bull at full speed and spin him around with a black hole slam! Both men are down and the crowd is going crazy* TH: That saved MWC right there. The speed of Bull made that black hole slam three times as powerfulJK: Yes, but it also took a lot out of MWC. To lift and spin Bull out of nowhere like that*MWC is first to his feet. And lifts Bull up, Psychologica!* TH: That has to be it, no way is Bull is kicking outJK: Wait a second MWC is not going for the pin. He is locking in Bull with the Sanity's End!TH: MWC is being intense tonight*Bull crawls over to the ropes and grabs them. At a count of four MWC lets go of the ropes and backs off.* JK: Bull should be running close to empty at this pointTH: I have to agre-WAIT NO! BULL RUSH!JK: Out of nowhere Bull got up and takes out MWC!*Bull crawls over into the cover 1-2-No MWC kicks out! TH: My word he kicked out of the Bull RushJK: I don't know what's gotten into Coventry but it is frightening tonight.TH: He's tapping into that near psychotic tenaciousness again. He refuses to let the World's Strongest Ant keep him down.*Bull Ant shakes his head, seeming to snort before getting up with Coventry by the hair when Coventry-* TH: Coventry with the Psychologica!JK: I didn't know that could be pulled out of nowhere!TH: Well he just did it!ONE!
TWO! TH: No!JK: Bull Ant didn't see that coming, but he doesn't need his eyes and wits to kick out.TH: Coventry looks like he's trying to figure out what to do next.JK: I would too if I fired all cylinders and the finish line doesn't look any closer.*Both men get up-* TH: Bull Ant with a whip to the ropes.
He caught him. He caught Coventry...JK: Say hello to the Gallon Throw, Coventry.*Bull lifts up Coventry, but Coventry slips out and-* TH: Another Psychologica! Third one this match!JK: If that doesn't put the lug away Coventry may as well quit.TH: He hooks the leg!
ONE!
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THREE!DING! DING! DING! *Coventry sits up, covering his face and wiping away the sweat before standing up.* MM: Here is your winner by pinfall: Marshall Wesley Coventry.*Referee Creed lifts Coventry's arm.* TH: Coventry beat Bull Ant. It was a titanic battle, but he did it.JK: I don't know what did it, but the guy just wouldn't give up.*Bull Ant recovers, but just sits there.* TH: Come hell or high water, Coventry is now one step closer to the Interforums Title and we have a quick commercial break ahead of us.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:18:37 GMT -5
NITERAWBEST OF SEVEN MATCH 4ANTIHERO VERSUS SCOTT MARTIN *Scott Martin enters looking confident that he will win the lego deathmatch *Antihero jumps up on the top rope showing his wrist tape to the audience *Scott Martin delivers a shot to the back with a lego car *Scott picks up a bucket of legos and dumps it in the center of the ring *Antihero suplexes him onto the legos for 2 *Antihero sets up for the Anticlimax but gets back body dropped on the legos! *Martin covers and only gets 2 *Martin rolls out and grabs a lego house and places it in the middle of the ring *Martin sets up for the Namemaker on the house but Antihero slips out and drops him into a large bin of lego's out side the ring! *Antihero snaps the lid on the bin! *Antihero dives out with a 450 double stomp through the bin causing it to collapse! *Antihero holds his ankle as he rolls on the floor *Medics come to check on him *Antihero shoves them off and limps over to the bin and opens it *Antihero rolls Scott Martin back into the ring *But suffers a clothes line from hell the moment he reenters the ring *1-2- and No only two! *Martin looks to still be feeling the effects of that double stomp *Martin gets a grin on his face *Antihero puts a lego building in the corner *Martin applies an ankle lock on the wounded Antihero *Martin is wrenching on the hold in a sickening way *Antihero is fighting all urges to tap *No ropes within reach for Antihero *Antihero rolls through causing Martin to go head first into the building in the corner *Antihero rolls up Martin 1-2- *Only a two count! The crowd can't believe it! *Antihero looks up to the ceiling asking AH: What do I have to do to beat this guy?*Antihero tries to return to his feet only to fall flat on his face clutching his Ankle *Scott returns to his feet laughing at his fallen opponent *Antihero claws his way back up using Martin *Martin pushes him off and hits a Drive by kick *Martin picks him up for the Name Maker *He hits it right through the House! *1-2-3!
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:19:12 GMT -5
NITERAWTELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIPJEREMY DUPOE VERSUS THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY TH: We’re back once more and we’re at the main event of tonight’s show. JK: It’s the new Television Champion, The General of the Monkey Army, taking on Jeremy Dupoe, the recently deposed CEO of the company. MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match is for the FAWA Television Championship and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the Challenger…[/font] *Jeremy Dupoe rises through the floor in the entranceway, his book simply held by his side.* MM: Entering the ring from Arkham, Massachusetts, weighing two hundred and ten pounds, he is The Envoy of Chaos Jeremy Dupoe![/font] TH: This is Jeremy Dupoe’s second outing since returning to the main FAWA roster. He proved he can still go and isn’t rusty last week, but does he have it in him to defeat the man who helped seal his fate? JK: Dupoe is a thinking man. Not a second has gone by that he hasn’t thought about getting another crack at The General of the Monkey Army and tonight is his chance. *Dupoe places the book on the apron and climbs in.* MM: And his opponent. [/font] *The General walks out, looking slightly worse for wear, but puffing away at another cigar.* MM: Re-entering the ring, hailing from Lansing, Michigan, and weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is your FAWA Television Champion: The General of the Monkey Army! [/font] JK: If Dupoe has anything going for him right out of the gate, it’s that The General isn’t fresh tonight. Dupoe has the chance to pick him apart in front of the FAWA Galaxy. TH: But if he’s not careful, he could easily lose this one due to arrogance. JK: I think if anything impedes Dupoe against The General tonight, it will be that the General is a tough man to defeat when he puts his mind to it. TH: But I thought you said that The General having been in a match earlier would help Dupoe. *The General puts his cigar out on the apron before climbing into the ring and perching atop the turnbuckle, holding the FAWA Television Title over his head.* JK: It will, but it’s only a slight advantage. TH: Dupoe’s already chomping at the bit to attack. JK: Then the ref had better get it started, shouldn’t he? DING! DING! DING! TH: And here we go folks!*Dupoe quickly springs on The General who initially goes for the lockup. Dupoe mercilessly sends a gut kick to his opponents mid-section which doubles him over before giving a clubbing blow to The General's back. Straightening up, The General walks beside the ropes as Dupoe stalks him from behind. * TH: Dupoe wasting little time as soon as the bell is rung.JK: Don't forget Hoss. Aside from wanting the tv title, Dupoe's got a bit of a score to settle with The General of the Monkey Army. Mind you he should have realized that he if it came to his job The General would have betrayed him. Obviously Dupoe doesn't have enough money at his disposal.TH: As much as I would like to say it was that simple King I have a feeling in my gut that something is rotten about all of this. Given Dupoe's reaction to it all. Not only that but why hire The General when he has a cult that does his dirty work?*Leveling a forearm shot on The General's back, Dupoe follows up by latching onto his opponent and lifts, hitting a back breaker before letting The General roll off of his leg to the mat. Moving over The General, Dupoe leers at him, face taking on an expression of rage as he leans down and slaps the side of his head before running for the ropes. Rebounding off, he is aghast as The General rolls to his feet to hit a hard lariat to send Dupoe sprawled onto the mat as The General lays on his stomach beside him.* TH: Bah gawd! A thunderous lariat from The General! Dupoe may be seeing stars!JK: He nearly took his head off there Hoss. The General obviously not taking too kindly to that slap that Dupoe gave but he's not capitalizing!*Dragging himself, The General goes for the cover as the ref slides into position and starts the count.* ONE! KICKOUT! [/center][/font] *Dupoe shakes his head groggily as The General looks flustered but starts to collect himself and get to his feet. As Dupoe slowly gets up he is put into a front chancery by The General who gives him a swift snap suplex. Getting back up and looking down at Dupoe he points a finger at him as if to tell him to stay down but moves for a turnbuckle.* JK: This doesn't look good Hoss. I hate it when they do this!TH: The General of the Monkey Army climbing up and perhaps looking to put a nail in the coffin so to speak here King.*Dupoe once more rises, looking about as Ophelia slaps at the mat to urge him on as The General straightens up on the turnbuckle and launches off with arms raised for a double axe-handle. As he comes down Dupoe sidesteps and sends a hard shot to The General's gut. Holding his stomach, The General remains standing as he slowly turns and is met with a charging Dupoe who hits a Lou Thesz press and starts to assail his opponent with punches. The ref quickly starts a five count but The General rolls Dupoe over and starts to exchange punches as the ref admonishes both men before Dupoe pulls The General down and tries to gouge the eyes.* TH: And Dupoe with some underhanded tactics there.JK: Can you blame him against a guy like The General? Besides, he's a hardcore legend in the FAWA. A little finger to the eye is nothing for him.*The General is nursing his eye as Dupoe checks himself after the pummeling. Getting up the ref admonishes Dupoe who has a few choice words for the ref.* JK: You're not the CEO anymore Dupoe! Focus on your opponent!*As Dupoe turns he just narrowly ducks another lariat from The General who has to stop himself from crashing into the ref who narrowly gets out of the way. Turning he is met with a running knee to the stomach which doubles him over onto the mat as Dupoe scrambles to hook a leg.* ONE!
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KICKOUT! TH: Bah gawd! The General just won't stay down for Dupoe.JK: The General is a battle hardened vet here in the FAWA.*The General and Dupoe stand up-* TH: A kick to the TV Champ's gut!*Dupoe hooks The General's head and lifts up.* JK: He's got him ready for The Scrambler now. Watch Dupoe whispering something in The General's ear.TH: Dupoe has been waiting for this moment for some time. To finish The General for his back stab.*The General swings with a free arm into Dupoe's head.* TH: But wait! The Monkey's Paw!JK: The General is still in the air. Dupoe's gonna crash down.*Dupoe crashes to the mat, completing the brainbuster.* TH: Neither man is moving!JK: The General is a mad man, but he just might hold onto the TV Title belt by drawing Dupoe.*Referee McFloyd checks on both contestants and calls the bell.* DING! DING! DING! MM: The referee has called this match a draw and as a result, the contestants will face off in a rematch next week, right here on Niteraw.
Until then, still your Television Champion: The General of the Monkey Army!TH: The General retains the Television Championship. Jeremy Dupoe did not take the belt!JK: It was a last second gamble by The General that paid off. He still has the belt but next week he'll not only have Jeremy Dupoe but he'll also have to contend with The Dream over the Television Title.TH: Sure to be a hell of a rematch and a triple threat match to boot. Still more to come though after these commercials.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:19:32 GMT -5
NITERAW *The song gets the normal huge reaction as Gus Richlen walks from the nosebleeds, but there's something wrong with this picture. Actually, several things. 1. He's not smiling. In fact, he's not showing any emotion other than the rage in his eyes, 2. He's not even noticing the fans, 3. He has a briefcase in his left hand and a tire iron in the other. He walks straight to the ring and grabs a mic:* I'm sorry if I seem off tonight. I know you want to see the snarky, insulting person you've come to love over the past two years, but tonight... I just can't.
Michael Hayden, get your ass out here.*He waits, but nothing happens.* TH: Admittedly, I don't think I could blame the FAWA World Champion if he were to not show up. Richlen has reportedly been in a foul mood all week and he may be about ready to utterly snap.JK: Has he been in this kind of a mood since he got Shaelin back?TH: Not that I can recall-Hayden, I'm not trying to get you out here so I can beat the shit out of you like I really wish I could bring myself to do, but I will not hesitate to go back there, fight off anyone who tries to get in my way, and drag you out here. Now get out here right now.*Michael Hayden appears on the stage, the FAWA Title draped over his shoulder.* You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that was a threat. And as I said before, I don't respond kindly to threats. However, I realize that you're dangerously close to the edge right now and don't want to see people injured, so here I am.
Now, just toss that tire iron as far away from you as possible, and everything will be fine. Wouldn't want you to get tempted to use it.I'll get rid of this when I damn well want to. And right now, I don't want to.
But we're going to get some things clear right now.*He tosses the briefacse to Hayden, who almost drops it. It's apparantly quite heavy.* In that briefcase are X-rays, MRI images, and doctor's letters and such from eight different doctors: seven of the very best sports medicine experts in the world, including Dr. James Andrews, and one traditional Japanese physician that Shaelin and I consulted earlier this week during our three-day Japanese tour, which, I might add, included a rematch against The Great Muta that I lost. That's on Youtube in the unlikely event you're interested. And all of those doctors said the same damned thing: my back is NOT broken, I tore NOTHING, I pulled NOTHING, and I cracked or dislocated NOTHING. My back is BRUISED. I'm cleared to compete as long as I wear a back brace. So no, I DON'T risk destroying my back if I get put through a table or a trash can or anything or even competing. That line of bullshit? BOOM, HEADSHOT.
Now that I have that out of the way, I'm going to address the problems I have with you, starting with your utter lack of respect for anyone other than yourself and the Head Sellout.
I have been here over two years. Which is a hell of a lot longer than you.
Since that time, I have held most of the titles available, and almost every single one of those titles, I won after FAIRLY winning a #1 Contender's Match or any other match that guaranteed me a title shot. The only exceptions were when Marshall and I ressurected the FAWA World Tag Team Championships in an effort to ressurect the tag team division and also to piss off The Fallen, something that you would have known IF YOU HAD DONE YOUR RESEARCH, which I know you didn't because it'd utterly f*** up your arguments as to why you and Enigma should have a title shot without earning it, and the time I took the Inter-Forum Championship from Enigma, and I only took that shot because he pissed me and the fans off. And I'm not one bit sorry I did that. Hell, I'd do that again and I would cash that briefcase that I earned on him again if I had to do that over again!
I have been in some of the most brutal matches imaginable both here and in the 101 Colony: Anything Goes, Sixty-Minute Iron Matches, WarGames, the ONLY Rocky Horror Deathmatch, hardcore matches, I Quit matches, ladder matches, All That Glitters matches where I virtually got f***ing electocuted, a No Easy Way Out Dog Collar Match, steel cages, the list goes on.
I have faced and beaten more world champions than you'll ever even FACE.
I come out here for two years and entertain the fans, and they love it.
And YOU not only refuse to respect what I've accomplished, you refuse to respect what anyone else before you has done and then demand that we have to respect you back without you having to practice what you preach. This isn't a one-way street, Michael Hayden-Oh for the love of God, enough already. I've heard this speech before, practically line for line, and at this point I'd rather listen to you and Drakin argue. At least that way I can tolerate your comolaining.
Still, I was able to catch a few key points during your rambling, and I figure I may as well respond to what you said. I mean, you'll blow it off, but hopefully a few fans will see another point of view and not go apeshit when you make your way from the cheap seats.
First off, glad to hear your back isn't damaged beyond belief. While I don't understand how you could cough up blood without serious damage done to your body, I don't care. You got your clearance, and that's all that matters. Now I don't have to worry about your brother or his caregiver coming after me in some weird quest for vengeance for what happened.
Also, BOOM HEADSHOT? Really? This isn't Call of Duty, and I'm not some 13-year-old kid playing X-Box Live. I'm a grown ass man, and if nothing else, that alone should garner some respect.
And that's what this is all about, right? Respect. You think I don't respect you, that I don't respect anyone, that I simply demand respect without having earned it. You've been saying this for months, ever since I openly wondered why you held the tag titles while defending them once every three months.
Let's clear this up right now so I never have to hear your RESPECT speech again. I respect Aaron Enigma. I respect Junkyard Dog, Owen Hart, British Bulldog, and Dynamite Kid. I may not be his biggest fan, but I respect Jonathan Mivhaels. I'm cool with Connor Mackenzie. And while I don't like you, I can respect what you've done. You have beaten plenty of champions here, from Seth Drakin to Caleb Fourchon to The General to Damn Right Jackson. I've yet to come close to matching the amount of champions you have, goven that I've not been here as long as you. So in that regard, I can respect what you've done.
The issue is with you. I asked one question, and ever since then you've had an issue with me. You were the man who called me a Whiny Little Bitch when all I wanted was an explanation from Jono. You lumped me with Seth Drakin and Boiler Room Brawler, despite me hardly interacting with them. You claim that Aaron and I are behind The Man in Black, you claim to have video evidence, when I know for a FACT that nothing of the sort exists. You say there's this Corporation that wants to.... hell, I don't know what, but this is nothing more than you disliking five people and lumping them together so you can cast us as the villians.
Yet, when it came time for our match, I won this title fair and square. I did not cheat, I took no shortcut, I didn't do anything that could be seen as unsportsmanlike. I beat you with a submission move in the center of the ring, clean as a sheet. And you may not like me, but you can't deny that I lived up to my word. I said I would beat you fairly, and when it came time, I did just that.
I am, to date, the longest reigning Television Champion, a record that may never be equaled. I won the BattleBowl, I main evented Gookermania, I became Lord of the Ring, and I went on to become the FAWA Heavyweight Champion. I gotta think that all those accomplishments, within a year, would get me some respect. Maybe not on the level of King Motor Colt or Ryan Bergman, but damn, something. I'd even take begrudging respect from you Gus, because that means you can appreciate what one man has done.
Am I happy with the Man In Black casting doubt on my victory? Not at all. But the fact remains that I didn't cheat to win. Everything I did to beat Connor was above board, and I will not be held accountable for circumstances beyond my control. So, for the absolute last time, neither myself nor Aaron Enigma have anything to do with the Man In Black. Hell, Connor asked Aaron to help him uncover the true culprit. And believe me, The Head Detective will uncover the man who has made Connor's life hell.
You can claim that I took the belt and this company from the fans. All I want is proof. I want to know what has gone downhill since I won the belt. Mulligan deciding he wants Connor's belt? Dupoe being fired and BRB taking control? All circumstancial, all of those incidents that would have occured beforehand. My reign as champ has not ushered in some dark era in the FAWA where the fans are openly clamoring for change. Hell, I've hardly been on a Niteraw since winning the belt.
So, if you would be so kind as to consider what I just said, and really think about it, I'd appreciate it. And if you could toos that tire iron to the side, that would be even better. Call me a coward all you want, I'm not going to give you a chance to cave my skull in.And the pot has called the kettle black.
No, Hayden, you DON'T respect Michaels, Mackenzie or anyone else. Your words and actions have exposed you for the shameless liar that you truly are. Repeatedly whining about MICHAELS screwing you over when you should have gone after the man who WAS responsible? THAT'S NOT RESPECT. Not protesting about Mackenzie getting repeatedly screwed over but throwing a fit whenever things aren't fair for only you and Enigma? THAT'S NOT RESPECT. I'd mention your constant complaing about me while refusing to do your f***ing research for a change but you refuse to respect me anyway so I won't bother. Oh wait, I just did.
Quite honestly, had I not been preoccupied with things far more important that the least important championship in the history of the business, I would have gone over to you, been nicer than you have been, and I would have looked at you and said....
GROW SOME f***ING BALLS, MAN!!!!
So you won Lord Of The Ring. Big whoop. So did Colt and Viva, and while it hurts me to say this, I have a hell of a lot more respect for them, and they're almost as close to scum as you are. So you won BattleBowl. You piggybacked off Jonathan Michaels, AND HE STILL BEAT YOU! REPEATEDLY! And in winning BattleBowl but FAILING to win your match at Gookermania, you get to join a long list of other people who've CHOKED! So you won the Television Championship. NOBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND CARES ABOUT THE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP, PARTIALLY BECAUSE IT SEEMS THAT ABSOLUTELY ANYBODY CAN WIN IT! I mean, nothing against Bull Ant or Mackenzie or my brother, but JESSE KING could win the Television Championship, and God help us all if he does! And as far as your title shot, you only faced me because you STOLE your shot. YOU NEVER EARNED IT.
So no, Hayden, I DON'T have to respect your accomplishments, especially in light of your refusal to respect anything I've done. I'm sick of you thinking everything has to be a one-way street for you, and so is everyone else. You want opportunities without earning them and you demand respect without giving anyone any in return. That is straight bullshit and I'm done putting up with it.
I've tried to be nice. I honestly have. But it has clearly only made the situation worse. So I'm done being nice with you or Enigma or anyone else that the people and I see as the problem. Much to my dismay, Mackenzie has already told me that he wants to focus on the Man In Black, who you have yet to definitivly prove is anyone BUT Enigma, and on Mulligan. And that means I can use my rematch clause for myself. And that's exactly what I'm going to do, and at Wheel Of Misfortune, I'm going to be 100%, and I'm going to have the people I come from behind me, and when all is said and done, you'll have NOTHING. And you will have brought it on yourself.
But I didn't just come out here to tell you the truth that you utterly refuse to hear.
You want me to get rid of the tire iron? Catch.*He tosses it underhand to Hayden, who backs away.* I said catch, not dodge.
You want me to start respecting you, Hollywood's Most Arrogant Michael Hayden? Then for once in your wretched career, PROVE. ME. THE f***. WRONG. Walk out of the ring, start showing respect towards me and everyone else, and stop your damned constant complaining.
Or you can prove me right by taking that tire iron and beating me to a bloody pulp.
There's no third option. It's one or the other. You need to decide for yourself. You can either let me change you, or you can force me to destroy you. Make your choice now.*Hayden pauses for a moment, staring at the tire iron on the floor. Slowly, he brings the microphone to his lips, still looking at the weapon in front of him.* I will not allow you to dictate what I do Gus. I see you taunting me, goading me into picking this weapon up and beating you senseless. And to be honest, I could very well pick up this tire iron and make sure you don't walk in to Wheel of Misfortune without a severe handicap against me.
But, no. I have said my piece, I've stated the facts. I said I respect your accomplishments, and I mean that. And it is because of that respect that I do this.*Hyaden picks the tire iron up and casually tosses it to the outside. Hayden shakes his head as he looks at Richlen.* I did not whine when Aaron lost his title, I was outraged because you stole his moment from him. I did nopt piggyback off of Jonathan Michaels to win the BattleBowl, we were evenly matched and could not eliminate one another. And at Gookermania, while Michaels was down, it was me who took the fight to Ryan Blood. I paid him back for his role in denying me my ten TV Title defenses, and while I would have liked to put the dagger through his heart and win the title, he still left Gookermania without the belt. Michaels caught Blood with the Fade To Black after Michael Hayden did damage, and while I will not claim credit for giving Michaels the win, I did assist. After all, it was a triple threat match.
And finally, you insult the Television Title by calling it the least important belt. You, a man who preaches respect, show none to the men who held that belt. You disrespect Connor Mackenzie, the man who hold in high regard, by calling the Television Title the least important belt after he proudly defended that belt against a number of competitors. Your own brother is disrespected, your friend Bull Ant, Jonathan Michaels, Whitey Fatts, El Hombre De Jazz, Jason Allen, even Loading Rules.... all men you disrespect. Those of us who have held the title know that our reign could be ended at any time. We know we're in for a battle every time we step into the ring and defend the belt. Some see it as a chance to go after the Freakin' Awesome or Inter-Forums title. Two men, Connor and myself, wanted to reach the magical tenth defense in order to cement our legacies and earn a shot at the World Heavyweight Champion. Don't you EVER refer to the Television Title as the least important belt in my presence again, not after all I did to bring prestige to that belt. Not after the wars that were fought to either win or defend that belt. Because if you ever utter that phrase again, I will not show mercy like I just did. I will beat you until you make amends.
I beat you cleanly for this belt once, even you have to admit that. And if you are truly determined to try your luck again, fine. I will gladly defend myself against you Gus. And much like our last match, I promise you that everything will be clean. No cheating, no shortcuts. Just one man looking to prove he deserves respect. I will fight you Gus, and I will beat you cleanly inside that ring. You may not have any natural predators Gus, but you'll find I'm anything but normal.
I am extraordinary. I am the FAWA Heavyweight Champion. I am Hollywood's Own Michael Hayden.
And I will be the winner at Wheel of Misfortune.*Hayden exits the ring, making sure to pass by the tire iron. Hayden pauses momentarily to look back at Gus before kicking the tire iron to the side, continuing on his way up the ramp-* NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! YOU DO NOT GET THE LAST WORD ANYMORE, MICHAEL HAYDEN!!!!
Look at the damned listing for the championships in this company: do you see the TV title above the Freakin' Awesome Championship or the Inter-Forum Championship or the World Championship? NO! So yes, I WILL call it the least important championship in this company BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT IT IS! I'M BEGGING YOU TO DO YOUR DAMNED RESEARCH WITHOUT WARPING THE FACTS SO THEY CAN FIT YOUR LIES!
You arrogant, disrespectful little child! You have the gall to come out here and act like everything has to be a one-way street, that you can disrespct me and everyone else in the back and in the stands and get away with it, that you can steal opportunities that do not belong to you, that you can be a two-faced hypocrite by whining when things aren't fair by YOUR standards but NEVER complain when someone else gets screwed?! I'M NOT PUTTING UP WITH YOUR SHIT ANYMORE!JK: I think Mt. Gusuvius has finally blown his top!TH: You're right, I don't think I've EVER seen Richlen this enraged, and he's had to take a lot of crap from people in the past!I was trying to play nice. I really was. You had a choice. I wasn't trying to bait you into attacking me. Hell, the rest of the aptly-named Justice, LLC was going to stay backstage and not even come out to help if you DID take a swing. I really thought I could change your horrifically shitty attitude, but you have proven that you are beyond change! You are a hopeless case, Michael Hayden! SO f*** BEING NICE! NOW I LET THE MONSTER LOOSE!TH: I can't tell if he's gone off the rails with rage or if he's dead serious!JK: I hate to admit it, but if I'M Hayden, I'm starting to get worried right about now!I'm sick of your arrogance, I'm sick of your spoiled little brat attitude, I'm sick of your false sense of entitlement, I'm sick of your greed, I'm sick of your disrespectfulness, and I'm sick of YOU! YOU WILL NOT DISRESPECT ME OR ANYONE ELSE EVER AGAIN, YOU SON OF A BITCH! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!
You won't let me change you, make you a more grateful, respectful, humble person, make you more like Jonathan Michaels and Ryan Bergman and myself! You won't respect me?! Then I'll FORCE you to respect me! I'm going to walk into that ring at Wheel Of Misfortune, and this time, there will be NO holding back like I did at Comic Book Chaos. I'm going to unleash FULL MOTHERf***ER GUS RICHLEN MODE for the first time since I sent Seth Drakin flying off the FAWAtron, and if you want to know what happens to people who piss me off enough to make me go the one place I swear to myself every day I step into the ring that I will never go again, you can ask Drakin or Blood or Viva what I will do!
Michael Hayden, you reap what you so, and I will force-feed you your own bitter harvest. I was the antidote to The Fallen's toxin, and I will serve as the cure to the poison you've spread. And I have many ways to deliver that cure, and you know it.
I see it in your eyes, Hayden: YOU'RE AFRAID OF ME. And you should be. Because at Wheel Of Misfortune, I'M GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF!*Richlen THROWS the mic to the floor!* JK: I was going to make a comment about Mt. St. Hayden, but I think I'll let YOU make the comment of Mt. St. Hayden colliding with Mt. Gusuvius! Those two may just kill each other in a couple of weeks!TH: I didn't think it was possible for the feud between these two to become more toxic, more heated, more personal, but it has! This is a ticking time bomb, and with the #1 Contender as the detonator, and it's going to go off at Wheel Of Misfortune, and if Hayden isn't afraid, and I'm sure he's not or he'll say he's not, we're going to have the biggest explosion in FAWA history in a couple of weeks!*Richlen remains in the ring, a human powder keg as we fade to black...* NITERAW CREDITS Boiler Room Brawler Connor Mackenzie EpicRamenTime Gus Richlen Invader Mister Socko's Brother
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Apr 20, 2013 17:24:55 GMT -5
Tentative Card.
Exhibition Match (Winner Earns TV Title Shot) Ryan Blood vs Jack Cain vs Steve Rollins
World #1 Contendership Qualifier Connor Mackenzie vs MiscreAnt
Television Championship The Dream vs Jeremy Dupoe vs The General of the Monkey Army
World Heavyweight Exhibition Match Seth Drakin vs Michael Hayden
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on Apr 20, 2013 19:43:32 GMT -5
I had doubts about the tag match. For one thing I was worried that I might not have given MiscreANT enough offense. Any comments about how it turned out?
Also, after reading that last promo, I have an idea for the type of match at "Wheel Of Misfortune". While I remember that past shows have had all matches determined by a spin of the wheel, I was thinking an exception could be made here, if the participants think it's a good idea.
Make the match for the WHC an "I Respect You" match.
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