Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 16, 2013 1:33:01 GMT -5
TH: Welcome everyone to another exciting edition of FAWA Niteraw! We are coming to you live from Parts Unknown, North Carolina and all your favorite stars are here tonight.
I’m “Gorilla” Tim Hoss and joining me on color commentary as always is Jesse King! JK: Glad to be here as always, Gorilla. Comic Book Chaos is just one week away and the FAWA Galaxy looks ready to explode! TH: We have the Television Title being defended, we have a grudge match being settled, and we have a four-man battle for supremacy all coming up when…
TH: Well, it looks like we are going to be interrupted by the reigning World Champion... but where is he?
*The camera stays on the ramp, but nobody is coming-*
RICHLEN: One week.
*There is a frantic search as the camera tries to find Richlen, but it suddenly stops to see him sitting in the nosebleed seats.*
RICHLEN: In one week, the farce ends.
In one week, Michael Hayden is going to be taking a badly overdue trip behind the woodshed.
In one week, that spoiled brat is going to learn an extremely painful lesson in respect.
See, when the top stars in two companies call you out on your arrogance, your rampant overinflated ego, and your disrespect towards everyone who has come before you and who has had to break themselves to get what little they've had, that's a sign that something is wrong, Michael Hayden. Oh wait, I forgot! To YOUR mind, that's a sign that something is wrong with US!
But in one week, reality is going to hit you like lightning.
See, when I was growing up and watching wrestling, I wasn't watching all the goody-two-shoes faces. I thought they were boring. No, THESE are the ones I idolized!
*Then clips from the WWE play on the FAWAtron:*
Wow, Billy, you sound like a human vacuum cleaner, managing to both suck and blow at the same time!
You got The Rock, Busta Rhymes, and Dr. Evil himself! We're all here!
If you ain't got nothing entertaining to say, then shut the hell up!
You can go back to the lab with Bunsen Honeydew. You got that, Beaker?
I'm gonna go take a leak, this guy SUCKS!
Are you really the Next Big Thing, or the Next Big Bitch?
I mean, we're dealing with the Gore and the *BLEEP*!
*The shot cuts back to Richlen, who is still sitting in the nosebleeds.*
RICHLEN: Much to your dismay, Michael Hayden, I idolized people who could talk trash to their opponents, back it up in the ring, bust their ass to achieve everything they did, and still get cheered by the fans, JUST. LIKE. ME.
*He gets up and starts to walk down to the ring.*
RICHLEN: And you hate that. You hate the fact that I've done so much more, the fact that I've survived so much more, the fact that the fans love me that much more, the fact that I'm everything you will never be: talented, driven, beloved, champion, and simply better.
But maybe I shouldn't be surprised. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised because you've openly spat on my small-town, middle-class, blue-collar background, a background shared by so many of the fans that will show up at Comic Book Chaos to see me kick your ass!
*The roar from the fans is deafening.*
RICHLEN: I didn't come out to the ring and run down Hollywood, and yet you want to treat northeast Wisconsin like it's trash? You come out to the ring and try to lecture ME about honor and fairness and decency? You screw over Connor Mackenzie and then refuse to give him a rematch with your title shot on the line, then have the UNMITIGATED GALL to tear ME apart for not living by YOUR warped standards of "fairness"? How about you can it with the lectures, you spineless little brat!
You have spat on the legacies of anyone who has had to WORK for what they've had to get, you have spat on the fans who spend their hard-earned money to fuel YOUR paycheck, you have spat on the common man, and in doing so, you have spat on everything that "The Predator Knight" Gustav D. Richlen lives, breathes and dies for. And that alone would be enough to fuel my rage, to feed my drive to drag you to the woodshed and give you the thrashing that you should have gotten a long time ago.
But then you come out here and take pride in the fact that you are a parasite, leeching off of those who are better than you. The only reason you were anywhere NEAR the World Championship scene at the end of last year was because you leeched off of Jonathan Michaels, who is millions of times more of a man than you are and quite frankly ever WILL be. And when things would not go the way YOU wanted them to, instead of trying to fight your way through whatever stood in your way like he did and like I have done, you whined and cried and complained until the Board finally gave you what you wanted so you'd stop. And then you look down on those of us who don't have to do those things and you wonder why we don't respect you for being a whiny little bitch!
*By this time, he has climbed over the barricade and gotten in the ring.*
RICHLEN: And to top it all off, in your arrogance, in your overinflated ego, you have gone so far as to call yourself God.
Michael Hayden, you are many things, almost all of them bad, but what you definitely are NOT is God.
Now let me tell you just who the f*** I really am!
I have defeated three of the past four Lord Of The Ring winners. The only reason I do not have a win over Colt is because he refused to face me. I have beaten every World Champion on the active roster, and the list of World Champions I have defeated overall is far longer than the one you'll ever have: John S. Amigo. Tyfo. Seth Drakin. Ryan Blood. Aaron Enigma. Jonathan Michaels. ViVA. Whitey Fats. Ryan Bergman. "Damn Right" Jackson. I am a Destroyer Of Kingdoms and a Scourge Of Champions. I burn paper thrones like yours to the ground and reduce their reigns to dust. In the grand scheme of things, I'm Attila The Hun. I take the arrogant and the oppresive and the spiteful and the wicked and I bring them down to their destruction. Like Muhammad Ali and Mike Tyson in their prime, I can call myself the best because I have proven that I'm the best. You? You sit around throwing temper tantrums because life doesn't work the way YOU want it to.
Michael Hayden, you seem to be living in a warped Hollywood fantasy world where you're the downtrodden underdog and I'm the big bad wolf that you have to somehow beat. Michael Hayden, you are no underdog, not with your attitude, and this is not Hollywood, and for you there is no happy ending. Reality is a cruel mistress, Michael Hayden. It's a lesson I've learned for twenty-two years, and it is a lesson that you will learn at Comic Book Chaos.
You do not have the drive, the talent, the desire that I have, Michael Hayden. You neither have them nor seek to have them. That is why you will fall next week. Your arrogance will be your destruction, and you will have no one to blame but yourself.
The Legend Of The Predator Knight is only getting started, and at Comic Book Chaos, I will dethrone the Paper King Michael Hayden and walk away STILL The True People's Champion. It's the truth, and for you, Hayden, the truth WILL hurt.
*Richlen drops the mic and leaves through the crowd.*
Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 16, 2013 1:34:05 GMT -5
ANTIHERO VERSUS THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY VERSUS MARSHALL WESLEY COVENTRY VERSUS BARRY TOLEDO
TH: Welcome back to the show, FAWA Galaxy. It’s time to kick off the action with another exciting four man bout! JK: Tell ‘em Muffer!
MM: Ladies and gentlemen, our first match of the evening is a Four Man Exhibition match scheduled for one fall.
Standing in the ring with me now, from Parts Unknown, New York.
Weighing 245lbs: Barry… Toledo!
*Barry hops in place throwing a couple of boxing jabs and finishing with an uppercut.*
JK: This could be his week, Gorilla. I just feel it. TH: I dunno. His undeserved, cocky attitude usually proves to be his undoing.
MM: Introducing his first opponent…
*Antihero walks out onto the stage and heads for the ring… *
JK: See? Things are looking up already, Gorilla. TH: You honestly think Antihero cannot take on Barry Toledo? JK: Have you ever seen them face off before?
MM: From Society’s Worse Nightmares and weighing 190lbs:
*Antihero slides into the ring, climbs a turnbuckle, and displays his wrists… *
TH: Well, no… JK: Of course, because Antihero is too scared of Barry Toledo. You see him shaking in his microscopic boots!
JK: Well if Barry Toledo isn’t enough, then the General of the Monkey Army is here to ruin Antihero’s picnic. TH: Don’t Ants normally ruin picnics?
*The General of the Monkey Army emerges from the back with a cigar in his mouth. He takes puffs from it on his way to the ring...*
JK: Yes. They ruin everything, Hoss! I want to see Toledo squish him and the General to swat him. Double up.
MM: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Television Championship.
Introducing the challenger:
From Lansing, Michigan, making his way to the ring weighing 225lbs, he is The General of the Monkey Army!
TH: The General certainly has more credentials than Barry Toledo, so he’s a more proven threat to Antihero as far as I’m concerned. JK: At least you concede to my point.
*The General walks up the ring steps, puts his cigar out on the turnbuckle, and enters the ring.*
TH: Only sort of. The General is one of the greatest Hardcore Champions of all time, but Antihero has held the Freakin’ Awesome Championship- JK: Which is still held by an Ant! I can’t wait for Mulligan to take it off of Moo Moo at Comic Book Chaos! TH: He’s held the Freakin’ Awesome Championship and has held his own in the past. He can slum it with the best of them.
*The lights dim as the music kicks in. Marshall Wesley Coventry walks to the ring wearing a black straitjacket backwards…*
JK: Oh hell, Richlen’s psychotic brother is in this match too. TH: What about it? JK: He’s sure to cut Antihero a break.
MM: Introducing the final contestant:
From Ward Six of the Northwoods State Mental Hospital;
He is Marshall… Wesley… Coventry!
*Coventry removes the straightjacket and slides into the ring, where the brawl immediately ensues…*
DING! DING! DING!
TH: Toledo is starting this one posthaste!!
*Antihero and Toledo are exchanging punches, as the General slams Coventry's face into the top turnbuckle again and again! Toledo thumbs Antihero in the eye and whips him into the corner where he crashes into both the General and Coventry!*
TH: Well, things are actually looking good for Barry Toledo right now! JK: Told you it was his week!
*Toledo charges at all three opponents and hits them with a big lariat! He suplexes the General out of the corner and covers*
TH: It'll take a lot more than a suplex to finish the General of the Monkey Army!
*Toledo putting the boots to the General, but Antihero recovers and blasts him with a superkick to the knee, another in the small of the back, and third in the head that sends Toledo crashing to the mat!*
TH: Antihero calls that series of superkicks the Holy Ouch! JK: Get up, Toledo! This can still be your week!
*Antihero hits an Angle Slam on Toledo, but as he's getting up he gets staggered by an elbow strike to the jaw from Coventry! Coventry whips him into the corner, with Antihero crashing shoulder-first into the ringpost! Coventry pulls him out of the corner, only to throw him into the ring post again, and then a third time!*
TH: Marshall Wesley Coventry viciously ramming Antihero's shoulder into that ring post over and over! JK: I'm not sure how to feel about this, since I don't like either of 'em!
*Toledo picks himself up, only to turn around into a big spinebuster from the General! The General climbs to the top rope and flies off for a diving headbutt onto Toledo! Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Coventry hits a Snake Eyes on Antihero and goes for the pin*
The General breaks it up with a double axe handle to Coventry's back!
TH: And the General going after Coventry now, possibly preventing him from getting the three count on Antihero! JK: Now Coventry's in trouble!
*The General pulls Coventry up and hits him with a snap suplex! He goes to lock on a cloverleaf, but Coventry surprises him by pulling him down into a small package!*
TH: Coventry almost picked up the pin! JK: Gah! Be more careful, General!
*The General whips Coventry into the corner and charges in, only to eat a boot to the face! Coventry charges out of the corner and uses every bit of his remaining energy to blast the General with a lariat! Both men collapse to the mat!*
TH: The General's down! Coventry's down! Antihero's still reeling from that Snake Eyes and being sent into the ring post multiple times!
JK: And my pick, Barry Toledo, is coming to!
*Toledo's up now and drops a leg across the throat of Coventry! Then he drops an elbow onto the General's back! Then he grabs Antihero and goes for a piledriver--but Antihero back body drops him!*
TH: Big back body drop from Antihero stopping Toledo's momentum! JK: Temporary setback!
*Holding his shoulder, Antihero makes his way over to Coventry and drags him to his feet only to nail him with a hard backfist!*
TH: Antihero seems to want to pay Coventry back! JK: Again: I'm not sure how to feel about this, since I still don't like either of 'em!
*Coventry's spun around and falls front-first against the ropes! Antihero advances on him, but gets taken off-guard by a lariat from the General! The General goes for a suplex on Coventry--blocked! Coventry counters into a suplex of his own that sends both men over the top rope!*
TH: General and Coventry to the outside now! JK: This is Barry's big chance!
*Toledo gets up just in time to see Coventry and the General go over the top rope, and he goes after Antihero, the only one remaining in the ring! Toledo with a backbreaker to Antihero, and a cover!*
TH: Just a two!
*Toledo whips Antihero into the corner and charges after him for a clothesline--ducked by Antihero!*
TH: Toledo with a clothesline, but Antihero ducks it! Superkick! JK: That took the wind out of his sails! Horrible defensive game.
*Toledo is bent over, wheezing. Antihero sinks to one knee, trying to shake away the cobwebs. Outside the ring, the General whips Coventry into a ringpost.*
TH: And the General continues his assault on Coventry! JK: This is all a part of Coventry’s plan, I know it! TH: How so? JK: He suplexed the General to the outside to keep him distracted!
*Toledo stands upright, but-*
TH: Antihero with the Full Nelson!
*Antihero jumps up and brings Barry Down onto his knees.*
TH: Lungblower! JK: Toledo should have seen that coming! It’s up to you, General! TH: This ain’t a tag match, King.
*The General approaches the ring when-*
TH: Coventry with a drop toe hold! Antihero covers for the pin!
DING! DING! DING!
MM: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall: Antihero!
*Antihero is on his knees as his arm is raised.*
TH: Looks like that Ant who don’t know “can’t.” JK: I wouldn’t expect anyone here to know philosophy. TH: What? JK: Exactly.
*Coventry stamps his arms on the apron before leaving.*
TH: If Coventry had just timed it better, he could have stopped Antihero, but better luck next time. JK: More like better luck next time, Barry. TH: On that we can agree. Stay tuned for more though, folks, cuz we got so much more after these commercials!
Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 16, 2013 1:34:51 GMT -5
*The Cult of the End come out looking ready for a war, Dupoe leading the charge with what appears to be a sheathed dagger on a belt...*
TH: Welcome back everyone. A hell of an opening match and now it looks like we have our CEO, Jeremy Dupoe, coming out here to talk business. JK: If the folks at home remember, Dupoe issued a challenge against the Man in Black, in which if he defeated the Man in Black, the Man in Black would be forced to unmask, but the Man in Black, the coward, didn't show himself. TH: Dupoe did give the Man in Black a week to respond though, so now he's back for the Man in Black's response, if there will be one...
Dupoe: It has been one week since I issued my challenge to the Man in Black...
One week since I demanded you face me at Comic Book Chaos. The time is running out...
Show your self or I will take to slashing every shadow cloaked corner, with this enchanted dagger until I see blood...
*Dupoe unsheathes his dagger...*
JK: Time for the moment of truth. What kind of man is the Man in Black? TH: He's been a thorn in Jeremy Dupoe's side for all this time. Will he come out and face him one on one?
*Dupoe continues to stand in the ring in eerie silence, then the lights begin to flick and dim...*
TH: Something's happening King. JK: What? Could just be bad electrical wiring.
*Flashing images and static shows on the Awesometron, with the visible figure of the Man in Black flashing between them.*
- CHALLENGE - ACCEPTED - DUPOE -
*Feed cuts out.*
JK: Why doesn't he show himself, Gorilla? TH: Dupoe has Mario Nett and Jack Cain with him. He knows an ambush waiting to happen when he sees it.
Dupoe: I assure you that you have just made the biggest mistake of your life foul beast.
I'm not going to stop until ring is crimson with your blood, even if it f***ing kills me!
*Dupoe leaves the ring with Ophelia, Nett, and Cain...*
TH: It's official now: Jeremy Dupoe will face the Man in Black at Comic Book Chaos. JK: He's gonna defeat the Man in Black and unmask him! This will finally come to a close. TH: Up next-
*Boiler Room Brawler appears on the Awesometron as Dupoe and co are on the stage.*
BRB: Now wait just another moment there, Dupoe.
You've taken long enough to take on the Man in Black, so here's the new deal from the Board of Directors to you:
If you fail to defeat the Man in Black at Comic Book Chaos, you won't shrug this one off, no...
Your days as FAWA CEO will come to an end!
If the Man in Black defeats you in front of the FAWA Galaxy, the Board of Directors will fire you from CEO position and it will hire a new CEO.
So don't fail Dupoe. Don't fail, or else you're going down, and then someone else will do what you failed to do.
Now make way for Boiler Room Brawler!
TH: Boiler Room Brawler turning up the heat on Jeremy Dupoe! JK: What BRB giveth, BRB may taketh away! That's the beauty of being Majority Shareholder! TH: On that note, stay tuned for up next, it's Boiler Room Brawler, our Majority Shareholder's new in-ring representative, taking on "Kinda Good" Kaiser Benno. See you after these important messages!
Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 16, 2013 1:35:17 GMT -5
BOIRA RUUMU BURAARA VERSUS "VERY GOOD" KAISER BENNO
MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match is scheduled for one fall.
Standing in the ring with me now, weighing 314lbs and hailing from Woonsocket, Rhode Island:
He is "Kinda Good" Kaiser... Benno!
*Benno grinds his fist into his palm as he grins in wait...*
TH: Welcome back to Niteraw, everyone. Looks like we have another exciting bout upon us now underway...
*Boiraa Ruumu Buraar walks through a thick layer of mist, his red, yellow, and black oni mask sticking out. He bears a cape and shoulder pads as he glides to the ring...*
MM: His opponent:
From Nazo no Basho, Japan;
He is the in-ring representative of Boiler Room Brawler:
Boiler... Room... Brawler!
JK: I'll say. Boiler Room Brawler made a hell of a showing last week when he put Mayor Great Botchsuke out to dry. TH: From the looks of everything, Boiler Room Brawler wrestles a "long game" style. JK: Yes. He was methodical, strategic, and was in no rush as he stepped up his game and Botchsuke was helpless.
*Buraara walks up the ring steps, crosses into the ring, and removes his cape and shoulder pads...*
BRB: Boiraa Ruumu Buraraa!
TH: But now he has to face off against "Kinda Good" Kaiser Benno. JK: He has a good three hundred pounds on BRB's in-ring representative. He stands a chance of embarassing BRB tonight.
DING! DING! DING!
TH: Benno sure seems to think this will be a cakewalk tonight. JK: Who knows? It might very well be. TH: And they lock up!
*Benno uses his weight to force Buraara backwards into a corner...*
JK: Not looking good already. TH: Benno using his weight, his power, to take on Brawler, and Brawler breaks the hold... JK: He's feeling him out. The question is when the cobra will strike. TH: Brawler engages his opponent - he ducks the clothesline!
*Buraara rear waistlocks Benno and tries to lift him...*
JK: Not happening. TH: He's going for some kind of lift, but Benno is holding his ground!
*Benno tries to elbow smash Buraara, who releases the waistlock and sidesteps him.*
JK: Where is Brawler going with this? TH: I don't know, but Benno seems to be enjoying himse- oh!
Axe kick to the face!
*Benno clutches his face-*
JK: Brawler's on the attack now, Gorilla! TH: A low kick to the knee! Another low kick! To the knee, to the leg, to the leg!
*Benno falls down to one knee, to which Buraara reverse chin locks him and-*
TH: DDT! JK: Look at Benno flop onto his back like a beached whale! TH: He hooks the leg!
TH: Benno with the kick out! JK: He's down but not out, but he knows that this little dog does more than bark. TH: Elbow drop to the gut! And another! JK: Benno's gonna pop like a giant pimple!
*Buraara returns to his feet and proceeds to stomp on Benno, who rolls out of the ring...
TH: Benno running from Brawler now! JK: Nonsense; it's a strategic withdrawal!
*Benno lumbers around the ring, to which Buraara runs and-*
TH: Baseball slide to Benno's skull! JK: The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
*Benno crashes to the ground while Buraara crosses his arms and waits for him to make a move...*
TH: The clock is ticking and Benno looks like he's out! JK: No, he's starting to get up now, and here comes Brawler to give him some more!
*Buraara slides out of the ring, resetting the count, and he goes up to Benno with-*
TH: Brawler with a series of knife edge chops! Oh! Oh! Oh! Benno's got to be feeling that! JK: I bet his internal organs are feeling them from the sound of it!
*Buraara takes Benno by the arm-*
TH: And Brawler goes for an Irish whip!
*Benno stays in place and dazedly shakes his head...*
JK: Benno's weight advantage is stil an advantage, no matter how poorly he utilizes it.
*Buraara yanks himself towards Benno, bends over to the side and...*
TH: He's going for a fireman's carry! Is he gonna do it?
*Buraara just manages to get Benno onto his back...*
JK: Well, the man can squat, that's for sure. TH: What's in store for Kaiser Benno now? JK: Looks like it has something to do with that ringpost, Gorilla.
*Buraara takes big, slow steps towards the ringpost when-*
TH: Benno slips out. JK: That's using his weight now! TH: Brawler's back is to Benno! JK: Now's the time to-
*Benno spreads his arms and lumbers for Buraara-*
TH: Superkick! Superkick to Benno's chin! JK: That button looks pressed!
*Benno crashes back to the ground as the ref reaches 7. Buraara looks down at Benno...*
JK: He's like a butterfly collector, TH. TH: He's surveying his work. Benno is about to join Botchsuke.
*Buraara slides into the ring and crosses his arms again, waiting for Benno...*
DING! DING! DING!
MM: Here is your winner as a result of a count out:
Boiler... Room... Brawler!
BRB: Boira Ruumu Buraara!
*Buraara keeps his arms crossed until his arm is raised...*
TH: Buraara has taken on a man nearly a hundred pounds heavier than himself. JK: Benno tried his damnedest, but the man is a lumbering bag of milk.
*Buraara slides out and leaves...*
TH: Who will Boiler Room Brawler take on next? Will he take on someone at Comic Book Chaos? JK: It's a supercard show, Hoss. Of course BRB will ensure he has a match. I don't know against whom though. TH: All in good time I'm sure. In any case, stay tuned for more action coming up right after these commercials.
Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 16, 2013 1:36:13 GMT -5
SCOTT MARTIN VERSUS "THE HEAD DETECTIVE" AARON ENIGMA
AH:No one felt like answering because they were scared so...
*Great Botchsuke comes out
AH: King, Hoss, same deal as last week
*The Bell rings as Antihero runs at Botchsuke who dodges him, and hits a drop kick but before he can follow up is caught by a backfist
AH:Unexpected offense by the opponent but Antihero has it well in hand
*Antihero goes to the top rope for with a grip on Botchsuke's arm and applies Break Your Freakin Arm!!!
AH: He's Got him Break Your Freakin Arm!!! He taps out!
The winner of the match and Future World Champion!!!
*Martin walks onto the stage, hood drawn and microphone in hand*
SM: First of all Anti, I'll admit that your commentary was impressive. But I had to notice something. Last week, I make an open challenge to the FAWA Roster. What I didn't notice was a few moments earlier, you made a similar challenge. Perhaps it's destiny, but I think we're destined to fight each other.
Now let me actually speak my mind. Anti I think you've become a joke. What happened to the ruthless member of The Colony? Oh wait! That guy never existed! You were prancing to the ring to Thriller with Mr. HGH himself, Bull Ant! You look at me, you look at a guy with all the potential in the world and more. When you look at you, you see a guy who is wasting away behind an ant mask and calling himself as from "Society's Worst Nightmares". The difference between you and me is I don't back down from a challenge. When Aaron Enigma called me out last week I accepted his offer in a heartbeat. And now I'm offering the same chance to you. After I beat the Head Detective tonight, you'll have a chance to fight... a Legend Killer!
Antihero, I challenge you to a match at Comic Book Chaos!
AH: I'll tell you what Scotty, I'll do you one better or should I say at least three better? How about Comic Book Chaos we start a best of seven series, ending at Wheel of Misfortune?
The winner of the previous match will choose the following match in the series.
Are you in or are you out?
SM: You know what? You're on. Standard Match at Comic Book Chaos to decide who picks the next stipulation!
JK: Seems like we're going to have quite the feud starting at Comic Book Chaos! TH: Don't forget Scott Martin has a tough test ahead of him tonight though. Aaron Enigma isn't exactly a pushover.
MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first contestant…
*Scott Martin claps and looks at the crowd with a big smile. He laughs and starts taunting them.*
JK: Martin is here to make everyone know who he is and what better way than to defeat one of its best in one of his early matches? TH: I don’t know; he could work his way up the ladder. JK: Martin is confident that he’s too good for that though. If he’s so sure of himself, why not go after one of the greatest Interforums Champions of all time?
MM: Standing in the ring from Beverly, Massachusetts;
JK: Why not take on the last man to challenge for the World Heavyweight Title? Go for a big shot, prove you’re a big shot. TH: But what if he loses?
*Martin slides into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle.*
Martin: What's my name?
JK: Psh! What if he fails? Martin’s only got to gain from tonight’s match. Every strike he lands, every hold he executes-
*Fire erupts on the stage*
*A ring of fire surrounds Aaron Enigma. He looks up as the fire is seemingly extinguished by a spotlight and Aaron stands in it for a moment with his arms raised.*
TH: What was that, King? JK: Uh. Right. TH: Scott Martin issued a challenge weeks ago and Aaron Enigma was more than obliged to take him up on the offer.
MM: His opponent:
Making his way to the ring from Concord, New Hampshire at a weight of 230lbs. He is one half of the Hollywood Enigmas;
"The Head Detective…" Aaron! Enigma!
*Enigma hops into the ring and chucks his magnifying glass and hat to the crowd before pointing at Scott...*
JK: He’s clearly here to put the rookie in place. I can respect that too. TH: And Referee John Creed starts the match!
DING! DING! DING!
*Aaron stares at Scott and smirks as the bell sounds.*
TH: Let’s see what Scott Martin can do against one of the best in FAWA history!
*The two men lock up in the center but Aaron quickly transitions to a headlock. Scott pushes Aaron into the ropes and Aaron drops him with a shoulder block.*
TH: Both competitors start out with slow moves. Must be feeling each other out!
*Aaron moves to bounce off the ropes. Scott ducks under him and stands up quickly. He nails a drop toe hold on Aaron after he rebounds off the opposite ropes.*
JK: Nice move by Scott. He needs to take the fight to Aaron quickly. The longer the match goes the more it favors Enigma
*Scott runs to the ropes and hits a dropkick to the side of Aaron’s head!*
TH: Scott is looking for a quick win!
*Scott goes for a quick pin. 1…2. Kickout!!!*
TH: Aaron didn’t want to go down quickly.
JK: Scott needs to do more to put away the Head Detective.
*Scott picks up Aaron and throws him into the corner. He backs up and charges at Aaron, but Aaron kicks Scott in the face!*
JK: Scott charged right into that boot from Aaron.
TH: Enigma is the master of counter attacks.
*Aaron grabs Scott and lifts him up. He holds him there before dropping him!*
JK: Delayed vertical suplex from Aaron!
TH: The blood was rushing to Scott’s head. Is he okay or is he feeling dizzy?
*Aaron goes to pin, Scott. 1…2...Kickout! Scott gets his shoulder up!*
JK: That suplex didn’t do enough! We’re still going!
*Aaron throws Scott into the ropes. Scott ducks a clothesline and Aaron turns around and gets nailed with a kick to the head! *
TH: Scott with another counter!
*Scott springboards off the ropes and grabs Aaron, nailing him with a tornado DDT!*
JK: BIG DDT! Is it over already?!
*Scott goes for the pin! 1…2…Kickout! Aaron barely gets the shoulder up!*
JK: Enigma still got out of that one!
TH: What will it take to put Aaron down for the three count?
*Scott lifts up Aaron. He runs towards the ropes and bounces off. Aaron grabs him though and hits a big STO!*
JK: A HUGE counter!
TH: The STO is one of Aaron’s favorite moves! Will it be enough?
*Aaron goes for the pin! 1…2…Kickout! Scott manages to barely get the shoulder up!*
TH: Aaron almost had him!
JK: Scott Martin is showing a lot of resilience in this match!
*Aaron lifts Scott up and signals for the Brilliant Deduction. Scott counters and drops Aaron with a huge neckbreaker!*
TH: Another counter from this young gun!
JK: Scott Martin is giving his all to this match!
*Scott Martin lifts up Enigma and smiles at the crowd! He points at them before dropping Aaron on his head!*
JK: And he nails the Snapmare Driver! TH: Martin just might do it! JK: I told ya! Can’t go wrong with vintage Ryan Bergman moves!
TH: Martin came close, but- JK: He’s double dipping now!
*Martin hooks the leg again.*
TH: No dice for this high roller! JK: That trick never works anyway!
*Martin gets to his feet and…*
TH: He’s going for the high risk district, Jesse! JK: Oh… This is going to be a big mistake. TH: A big mistake or a big pay off. JK: Aaron Enigma is totally the type to play possum. He’s ready for Martin to dive and then he’ll make his move.
*Martin looks down from the turnbuckle at Enigma as he lays on the ground, he bounces once, twice, then hops down-*
JK: Good thinking, Martin! Good thinking! TH: He’s not falling for Enigma’s tricks! And Enigma is on his feet!
*Martin throws a punch to Enigma, who takes it, then scoops up Martin and delivers a cutter-*
TH: Enigma with the Brilliant Deduction! He hooks the leg!
DING! DING! DING!
MM: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall:
*Aaron Enigma’s arm is raised in victory as he glares down at Martin in relief. He pulls his hand out of the ref and points to his head as he continues to stare at Scott.*
TH: Martin shot for the stars and he fell to Earth. JK: Forget that. Did you see how much work it took the Head Detective to take him out? TH: Martin certainly did give Enigma a hell of a contest, yes. JK: You betcha he did. Martin may not have the pinfall tonight, but he proved that with more experience, he can take on anyone. Even someone who seems untouchable to rookies like Aaron Enigma. When it mattered most though, Aaron's intelligence proved to be the wild card in this matchup. TH: Martin has a bright future ahead of him, but like everyone else, he has to crawl before he can walk in the FAWA. On that note, stay tuned for more as we still have so much more coming up right after these commercials.
*Static shows and then we see Seth Drakin in his hoodie at a gym.*
DRAKIN: During this week, everyone has been asking me, "With Connor out there fighting every night, why has Seth Drakin refused to fight since Lord of the Ring?" In fact, Connor seems to think that I am holding onto this Interforums Title so hard that I am scared to fight anyone.
That's a load of crap and you know it. As you can see, I have been way too busy with preparations for this match that I don't have time to placate these pathetic sheep in the audience unless I am told to do so, which I have not been told to do.
So then I will probably get, "Why have I not been positioning myself to make matches?" Well, I did that..........when I was world heavyweight champion. You may all remember that I only won the world title by cashing in the briefcase on an injured Little Naitch and then losing it a month later to Jazzman or as you know him, Bergman. But in between that, I fought every damn show. I didn't get any breaks like Bergman did. And I didn't fight jobbers. Every person I fought would end up being champions. Tyfo, M.O.P., and Jonathan Michaels. I fought all of them.
And you know how the fans appreciated me being one of the most fighting-est champions in the history of this company. They championed Jazzman/Bergman and ignored a man who would be there every night.
So Connor, you ask why haven't fought since Lord of the Ring and I respond that it doesn't freaking matter. I don't have to fight every night like you do. You're the TV Champion after all, it comes with the territory. And I'm sure if you weren't TV Champion, you wouldn't fight every single night.
So get off your high horse because at Comic Chaos, that high horse will be getting a good old knockout punch like Mongo from Blazing Saddles liked to do and if you're on it, I won't get the pleasure of hitting you with the Tale's End because you will be too damn busy being trapped under that unconscious horse.
This belt belongs to the Ultimate Survivor and it won't be going to some cocky and greed simpleton like yourself.
Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 16, 2013 1:36:29 GMT -5
*Michael Hayden steps out onto the stage, a grin on his face as the audience is split right down the middle…*
TH: Welcome back, FAWA Galaxy. Here in the Parts Unknown Arena is the Number One Contender; the Lord of the Ring himself, Michael Hayden. JK: He’s more than the Lord of the Ring, Gorilla…
*Hayden shakes his head before sitting on the ground, crossing his legs as he surveys the crowd.*
JK: To this day he’s the longest reigning Television Champion in FAWA History, and he tied Jonathan Michaels himself in the Battle Bowl. TH: He is a man of many accolades, yet the World Heavyweight Championship continues to elude him. What does he have to say now, with Comic Book Chaos just around the corner?
HAYDEN: In Gus Richlen's hands, this microphone is simply a microphone. He has used this microphone tonight to try and belittle me, to try and tear me down before our match. It isn't the first time, it may not be the last, but I'll be damned if I allow Gus Richlen to spread his lies to you people out in the audience.
In my hands, this microphone becomes so much more. It becomes power. This is the instrument that will project my voice to the masses, a tool to preach the truth to everyone in this arena. When I hold this microphone, it becomes a symbol of power, one that I will use to it's full extent here tonight.
You see, Gus likes to say that I unfairly stole the title of "Lord of the Ring" from Connor Mackenzie, and has gone so far as to insinuate that my friend Aaron Enigma is the Man in Black that has plagued Connor. He says this because in his mind, it's unfathomable that someone could be attacking Connor UNLESS I benefit from it. And while I caught Connor with the Death Blow while he was distracted, I know he'd do the same. And before you ask, I did offer Connor a rematch for the Lord of the Ring title. But as TV Champ, he has more urgent matters at hand. Especially with Ryan Blood coming after him.
But let's go back everyone, back to when Gus and I didn't have a problem. See, all I did was ask why Gus Richlen got to call himself the tag team champion, despite never beating ViVA Inc. for the belts. Despite the fact that at the time, he had hardly defended them. That comment, that question, turned Gus Richlen against me for months. Now, there isn't a week that goes by without Gus Richlen calling me a member of the "Whiny Bitch Club", as he calls it. There isn't a week that goes by without Gus claiming his superiority, claiming that I don't have what it takes, claiming that he's going to be victorious at Comic Book Chaos.
Well Gus, I have a simple message for you.
GO F*** YOURSELF.
Ever since you beat Seth Drakin and freed Shaelin, you've become the most egotistical peice of shit that has ever stepped foot inside of the FAWA. You took offense that Aaron Enigma wanted to hold the Inter-Forums and World Championship, but lo and be-f***ing-hold, you end up with those belts, plus the tag team title that you and your clearly psychotic brother wore for decoration!
Oh, but that's not enough for your over-inflated ego, now is it? Because you tell Ryan Blood and The General that they don't get a title shot. As if you have any f***ing authority to speak about the tag titles after using them primarily to hold your pants up. I thank GOD that you were forced to vacate those titles after doing a disservice to them for so long. Now perhaps they can be held by a tag team that gives a damn rather than a team that just wants the prestige.
Which brings us to God. You honestly believe that I would call myself God? As if my ego is that great? Gus, I know you don't listen to good music, so maybe you can be forgiven. Saying "Your arms are too short to box with God" is a line from a rap song. Listen for yourself.
*Hayden gestures to the crowd as the voice of Big Daddy Kane booms throughout the arena.*
You're rhymes out of basket, boy you get your ass kicked For frontin like you hittin hard When your arms are too short, to box with god So don't even touch cause I come with too much Address and bless any mic that I clutch
*The music fades out as Hayden smiles.*
HAYDEN: Never have lyrics been so appropriate. See Gus, you put on this act as though you're the meanest, toughest son of a bitch in the FAWA. You'll point to jumping off the FAWA-tron or your wars with Seth that you're the toughest. But the truth is, no one cares. You want to risk your body, fine. But think of this junior: More people remember CM Punk than Jeff Hardy. And which of them decided to risk their lives in matches?
I don't respect you Gus. I don't respect how you won the belt, I can't believe you managed to keep that belt. From the bottom of my heart I hate you Gus Richlen, for the simple fact that you treat this match as a joke. As if your victory over me is certain. Who the hell are you to think that a match with Michael Hayden is a goddamn cake walk? I've taken on many in the FAWA, from your demented brother MWC to Bull Ant, to Jonathan Michaels to Ryan Blood to Connor Mackenzie.They all were in a fight Gus, a fight that tested them. Sure, I may have lost to Jonathan. Yeah, I didn't pin Ryan Blood. But they know for a fact that they went to war with me. They know that I give just as good as I get. Hell, when it came down to me and Jono in the Battlebowl, we couldn't eliminate the other. We were evenly matched. And for a guy who hadn't even spent three months with the company, that's a damn impressive feat.
So no Gus, you don't get to overlook me. I don't care how many times you've come close to dying inside this ring, I don't care what you've put your body through during a match, you do NOT get to question my drive, my talent, my desire, or my passion for this business when you don't know a f***ing thing about me. You haven't accomplished what I've accomplished in my rookie year, and you dare talk down to me as though I'm some rookie fresh out of training who demands the world. Not once have I bitched to the Board like you obviously did, otherwise they wouldn't have made Aaron put his Inter-Forums title on the line while your briefcase stays with you. They let you keep the tag belts despite you doing jack shit with them, because you whined and bitched and moaned. Not me. No no no Gustav D. Richlen, believe it or not Michael Hayden earns whatever the f*** he gets. Maybe you were so wrapped up in your own shit that you forgot the damn war I had just to win the Television Title. The battles I've had to keep the Television Title. You forget all of that, because it's not convenient for you to remember while portraying Michael Hayden as some spoiled little bastard.
And you dare say you have honor.
The only time I spoke out was against Jono after he took my title, and I've already explained it to you so many times I honestly believe you don't give a damn. You've already painted me as the evil that you must overcome, so to hear my side isn't worth your time. Let me explain this Gus, you don't get to cast me as the villian. This isn't your movie, this isn't your call, it's mine. Hollywood's Own calls the shots because he beat three men to earn a shot and didn't need a briefcase and a weakened opponent to get close to the belt. More and more people are seeing the hypocrisy in your words and actions, they see how "Justice, LLC" truly are when they're not pandering to the fans. And as the truth slowly becomes apparent, your grip on everything you hold near and dear is slipping. You lost the Inter-Forums title. The tag team titles are vacant instead of around your waist. And soon enough, the Heavyweight Title you hold near and dear will be rescued by your's truly.
I told you before Gus, and I'll tell you again. You can talk all the shit you want, but eventually you'll have to prove it inside of the ring. I don't need legends told about my actions, I don't need fancy metaphors or soliloquis to get my point across. I'm not Atilla The Hun, The Scourge of Champions, or whatever f***ing ridiculous nickname you've given yourself this week. Not once have I spat on the fans, despite what you may think and say.
But trust me when I say this. At Comic Book Chaos, I will shut you up once and for all. I will defeat you inside of that ring, and I won't need any interference ofr weapons to do so. No, the best thing I can do is beat you dead center inside that ring and see the look in your eyes as you realize you were dead wrong about me. That you underestimated exactly what I am capable of inside that ring. I want to know what happens when you have no excuse for losing that title.
Because there will be a new champion at Comic Book Chaos. And his name is Michael Hayden.
Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 16, 2013 1:37:04 GMT -5
[glow=bronze,2,300]TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP[/glow] JASON FLYNN VERSUS "THE DIGITAL DRAGON" CONNOR MACKENZIE
[glow=bronze,2,300]TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP[/glow] JASON FLYNN VERSUS "THE DIGITAL DRAGON" CONNOR MACKENZIE
TH: Welcome back, everyone. Just this last week, Connor Mackenzie successfully defeated Jason Flynn for the Interforums Cup Final Match, but this week, it’s a rematch as Jason is coming for Connor’s Television Championship.
JK: I hope Flynn learned a thing or two since last week. He showed promise against the Digital Dragon, but a loss is a loss is a loss.
MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is our main event of the evening and it is for the FAWA Television Championship! [/size]
*Jason Flynn jogs out, pumping his fists in the air...*
TH: He gave Connor Mackenzie a run for his money last week in the Interforums Cup Final match, but he came up short when Connor Mackenzie landed the Dragon Drop at the eleventh hour.
JK: Flynn has skill to be sure, but his greatest weakness is the lack of experience.
MM: Introducing first, the Challenger:
Heading to the ring from Cardiff, Wales at a weight of 230lbs;
TH: I don’t know; he’s been around for about a year now.
JK: Connor took time to get where he is now though. He’s circling on two years and he’s about to whiff the Interforums Title.
*Flynn hops onto the apron, crosses the ropes, and stakes out a corner as he waits for the champion...*
TH: But tonight, Jason Flynn has a second go at the Digital Dragon. He looks more confident than last week.
JK: He has a plan, Hoss. He has fresh memory of what it is to wrestle Connor Mackenzie, and Mackenzie had better watch out.
MM: And his opponent...
*Connor Mackenzie walks out, brandishing his FAWA Television Championship belt...*
TH: It’s the most consistently defended title in FAWA history. Nearly every week men wrestle for possession of that belt.
JK: It’s a safety net. It’s a second chance. It’s a small slice of FAWA stardom…
MM: Making his way to the ring from Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia;
Weighing 225lbs, he is the FAWA Television Champion:
"The Digital Dragon..." Connor... Mackenzie!
JK: The man who holds it gets to be on television in front of millions every week. The floor is his.
*Connor slides into the ring, climbs a turnbuckle, and points at his belt. He then hops down and hands off his belt to Referee “Spud Johnson, who raises it in the air...*
TH: What’s more, it is a stepping stone to the Interforums or, as has never been done before, the World Heavyweight Championship.
JK: And that’s why every man takes it seriously. It can make a star in mere weeks if they use the privilege correctly.
DING! DING! DING!
*The two men nod to each other and start to circle the ring as Spud Johnson looks on.*
TH: And here we go with the main event!
*Connor moves in to try for a lockup but Flynn moves, taking Connor's arm and moving behind him for a hammerlock. Connor winces as Jason holds on but Connor moves through, reversing it.*
TH: A technical start to the match here. Perhaps Jason with a strategy King?
JK: Mackenzie has been in a lot of matches over the past few weeks. Wearing him down isn't a bad idea, but Jason will also need to remember that he might just have some of the best endurance of anyone in the company because of it too. As much as I hate to say it.
*Jason struggles, reaching back and pulling in a modified judo takedown. Connor struggles as Jason keeps him down long enough for the ref to start a count.*
*Connor muscles out and the two men are back on their feet quickly, a stalemate as they pause and look at one another.*
TH: A fairly even match thus far King.
JK: That's just the start Gorilla. I think they are getting a fee for things early on. Flynn's showing that he's not a pushover and is ready to play with the big boys.
*As Connor goes in for a lockup again Flynn ducks and latches on, attempting a takedown on Connor. Connor struggles, trying to pry Jason off and managing to stay on his feet. With a swift move, Jason moves into a gutwrench and lifts, hitting a gutwrench suplex on Connor.*
JK: Ha! Bob and weave...or fakeout. Oh you know! Mackenzie didn't see it coming!
TH: Jason Flynn showing a bit of a power game there and Mackenzie is down.
*Connor is down and Jason comes in with an inverted front face lock, holding on as the ref goes for another count but even before the hand hits the mat Connor arhces his back, bringing Jason with him.*
TH: And Mackenzie showing a bit of dexterity and core strength there!
JK: What the? He can do that?!
*Turning, Jason starts to let go as Connor rights himself and sends a gut kick to his opponents mid-section then moves in and hits an atomic drop.*
TH: And Flynn's going to be feeling that one in the morning.
JK: Ha! That's what she said! I've been waiting all night to do that!
*Flynn is doubled over and looking away, as he starts to turn to face Connor he is met with a swift capoeira kick and falls to the mat*
JK: Lights out!
TH: And Mackenzie with that near-lethal kick of his!
*Going for the cover Connor doesn't hook the leg*
TH: A bit of a flurry from Connor but I think Flynn has been preparing a bit for tonight. He knows that the TV title is at stake.
*Connor gets up and moves Jason to his feet before lifting him up and hits a pendulum backbreaker before going for another pun.*
TH: Flynn certainly showing his guts and Mackenzie with another near fall.
JK: It can be taxing to keep kicking out but Mackenzie needs to pour it on here I think. The little moves are good, but now it's time to look for a big move.
*As Connor gets Jason back up, Jason comes to life and lifts Connor's arms away before hitting an elbow to the face. Connor rocks back but is shocked back as Jason hits a swift kick to his leg, then an alternating kick to the other leg, going back and forth and as Connor looks to try and grab a leg Jason drops, bringing Connor's face down on his knee.*
JK: Facebuster from Flynn!
TH: Flynn with an offensive flurry of his own there and Mackenzie is down!
TH: Hah! Flynn softening up Mackenzie's face! Maybe getting him ready for the Jason Menace! Think Flynn’s gonna do it this time, King?
*Flynn goes for the pin!*
JK: I didn’t think so. Flynn was close, but no cigar.
TH: The Jason Menace is deadly, but deadlier when timed right.
*Flynn and Mackenzie are back on their feet when-*
TH: Connor with the backhand chop! Flynn with an armbar takedown!
JK: He’s played this game before, Hoss. He watched last week’s match and knew it wouldn’t be a rerun.
TH: And I’m sure the fans at home are glad it isn’t either.
*Flynn drives an elbow into Connor’s arm-*
TH: Connor sounds like he felt that one.
JK: Flynn knows what happened last week. He was Dragon Dropped onto the canvas. He’s gonna neutralize Connor’s ability to hold on at any cost.
*Connor squirms under Flynn and manages to twist around when-*
JK: All that squirming, but Flynn has him pinned!
TH: Close one but-
*Flynn starts to stand up-*
TH: Connor with a small package!
TH: Flynn gets the shoulder up!
JK: This match is more technical than the fans were expecting.
TH: There may be more to Flynn than meets the eye here.
*Flynn tries to get up when Connor hooks his arm over the front of Flynn and pulls down-*
TH: Dragon Sleeper!
JK: Will Flynn’s work pay off here?
TH: I don’t know, but Connor’s face hardly looks like he’s smiling!
*Connor presses his knee against the back of Flynn-*
TH: And he tosses in a surfboard! Flynn is locked in!
JK: Connor’s pulling all the stops to defend that TV Title.
TH: Of course he is! If he gets far enough, he’ll have an Interforums Title shot!
JK: He already has one from last week!
TH: Then he can go for the World if he wants!
TH: Flynn taps out! Connor picks up the win!
DING! DING! DING!
*Connor's arm is raised in victory but he quickly snaps it back in pain…*
MM: Here is your winner as a result of a submission and STILL your FAWA Television Champion:
"The Digital Dragon" Connor... Mackenzie!
TH: Looks like Flynn’s armwork there is taking its toll now, King.
JK: If Flynn held on, he could have exploited it.
*Connor clutches his arm as he carries the belt away with his good arm. Flynn stops him…*
TH: What’s this?
JK: Oh, here it comes…
*Flynn extends his hand, to which Connor shakes it.*
JK: Yep, another cheesy show of respect. Connor got all the respect he needed when Flynn tapped out.
TH: Respect is more than saying “Uncle” Jesse.
JK: Not in my day and not in my ring.
TH: It’s good to know that even if they went hard at each other tonight and last week, they’re still friendly.
JK: Ryan Blood’s going to exploit Flynn’s work at Comic Book Chaos. Count on it. There’s a guy who won’t be so friendly.
TH: You have a point there and we’re out of time.
Thank you for watching FAWA Niteraw. I’m “Gorilla” Tim Hoss, this is Jesse King, and we’ll see you all at Comic Book Chaos!
Post by Connor Mackenzie on Mar 16, 2013 7:22:32 GMT -5
Sorry for the delay on the Main Event everyone. Yesterday turned into quite the crap shoot. Work was the busiest it had been all week which is a reversal of a normal Friday for me, then as I thought I was going to have a free moment to write I got a call from my son saying he'd been beaten up a bit by a couple of kids at his school and spent a good chunk of my afternoon and evening trying to contact his teacher and principal. And hey, to top it all off, today is my wife and I's 10 year anniversary so I was trying to get the last bits of what we were planning done up so we could go out for the night tonight. So, again, my apologies for the delays but the match is in now.
Also, I'll take Seth/Connor unless someone has already spoken up for it. Also, very much looking forward to Moonie's match for Connor and Ryan. They've had a couple of really good matches so if you need anything to look back on Moonie I would definitely suggest checking out last years Lord of the Ring tournament final, as well as their match at Gookermania from two years ago as well.
Anyway, I shall probably be ex-communicato for today but should be back tomorrow afternoon/evening. Hope everyone has a great weekend!
Bill S. Preston, Esq. Ain't no Rap Mobile with his Waffels
Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Mar 16, 2013 14:55:28 GMT -5
Just two matches left: the Freakin' Awesome Championship and Dupoe/MiB. I'll take one of them, but I'll give the chance for remaining potential writers to claim either match.
Expect Entrances and Finishes Monday. Since you've been working on it early, expect the simple result Gus.
For the writers just a reminder that you are not obligated to use the material I send you. It's meant to save you time and creative energy so that you can focus on the meat, the body, the main part, whatever of the match as well as giving narrative goals to reach by the finish i.e. it saves further creative energy by hinting at earlier events in the match. I'd you think you can improve upon what I send you - do it. If you think you have a better, different idea entirely, be my guest. The main point of it all is to make matches punctual.