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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 11, 2013 5:35:58 GMT -5
WHERE THE BIG KIDS STILL PLAY THREAD 53 Established August 20, 2008 ____________________________________________________ Coming Soon...
SUMMERFEST! Week of June 30th - July 6th WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIPSETH DRAKIN (C) VERSUS "THE DIGITAL DRAGON" CONNOR MACKENZIE VERSUS BOILER ROOM BRAWLER
MONEY IN THE BANK OR BOTCH LADDER MATCH ANTIHERO VERSUS MISCREANT VERSUS"HOLLYWOOD'S OWN" MICHAEL HAYDEN VERSUS ORANGE LANTERN MULLIGAN Two briefcases are available to the participants, one of which contains a contract for a World Heavyweight Championship match at a time of the holder's choosing, the other of which contains a termination notice, the holder of which will be fired.
There will be four participants in this match.
MONEY IN THE BANK OR BOTCH FIRST BLOOD MATCH SCOTT MARTIN VERSUS RYAN BLOOD VERSUS BOIRAA RUUMU BURAARA VERSUS THE DREAM VERSUS THE GENERAL OF THE MONKEY ARMY VERSUS ASHLEY CONDA VERSUS MARSHALL WESLEY COVENTRY VERSUS JEREMY DUPOE Three briefcases are available to the participants, one of which contains a contract for a FAN Forums Championship match at a time of the holder's choosing, another of which contains a contract for a Tag Team Championship match at a time of the holder's choosing, and the last of which contains a termination notice, the holder of which will be fired.
There will be eight participants in this match. In order to claim one of the briefcases, a participant must make one of his opponents bleed, after which he will select one of the available briefcases and vacate the ringside area. The bloodied wrestler will also be eliminated from the match.
____________________________________________________ Supercard ScheduleLORD OF THE RING - (King of the Ring-style Tournament matches each NITERAW; Winner Faces World Champ at next supercard) (Theme changes every year)WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE (all matches Spin the Wheel, Make the Deal; members submit match stipulations)SUMMERFEST(Summer PPV; Money in the Bank or Botch Title Shot Matches)BATTLE BOWL (10-Man Battle Royal - winner faces World Champ at Gookermania)GOOKERMANIA V (our Wrestlemania-like show)NIGHT OF THE WRESTLING ZOMBIES(Halloween Show; "Trick or Treat" Match Stipulations; Chamber of Horrors main event)HOLIDAY HAVOC (X-Mas themed show; Ultimate Survival Challenge)
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2013 LORD OF THE RING: "HOLLYWOOD'S OWN" MICHAEL HAYDENHistory2012 MONEY IN THE BANK OR BOTCH WINNERSWorld Title Shot - "The Emerald Warrior" Gus Richlen Interforums Title Shot - Square (Cashes in on Aaron Enigma) Freakin' Awesome Title Shot - The Smokin' Vokoun Pink Slip - "Damn Right" Jackson, Evil M & James "The Experience" Troy, and "the Envoy of Chaos" Jeremy Dupoe History
2012 BATTLE BOWL WINNERS: MICHAEL HAYDEN AND JONATHAN MICHAELS History
____________________________________________________ MEMBERSHIP WE ARE ALWAYS LOOKING FOR NEW MEMBERS TO JOIN THE FREAKIN' AWESOME WRESTLING ALLIANCE. SEND A PRIVATE MESSAGE TO MR. SOCKO'S BROTHER IF YOU WANT TO JOIN.
(My predecessor, Boiler Room Brawler, wrote a very good intro to this fed, the majority of which applies now as much as ever. With only minimal changes to keep things up to date, here it is...)
I'd like to welcome you, the prospective new member, to the Freakin' Awesome Wrestling Alliance, where the big kids still play. You are probably reading this and considering taking that next big step: becoming a member.
It's a commitment to be sure, and it is often a daunting decision to make. It is a commitment, but I assure you that the rewards of participating in this e-fed to create fun and interesting gimmicks, write exciting matches, cut promos, and collaborate with fellow members on angles and feuds is well worth it.
So what can you do as a member? First, Every member may have one or more characters whether they be wrestlers, managers, valets, etc. (Currently, there is a limit of four active wrestler characters per member. Because let's face it, if you create like a dozen wrestlers, it's kind of going overboard.) You are free to play as a character of your own creation or as one of our "Free Agent" characters.
If you want to play a "Free Agent," inform me and I will move that "Free Agent" to the main roster. I'll then announce that the "Free Agent" is claimed and cannot be used in squash matches.
If you want to play as an original character, study the roster so that you might make a character that sticks out.
In either case, there is a link to the Roster Thread up above.
If you play a "Free Agent" character but later want to play an original character, inform me so that I can return the character to the Free Agent Roster.
Second, members are encouraged to cut in-character promos every week whether in the Promo Thread (see above for link) or as submissions to Mr. Socko's Brother for Niteraw/Supercard Shows. Writing good promos can make all the difference in how well you do in the FAWA; when winners and losers of matches are put to a vote by the members, people who have written good promos tend to get more votes than people who have written bad ones. People who promo regularly also tend to get more votes than people who are silent for a long time. That doesn't mean that you should be writing something roughly the length of "War And Peace" every week, mind you; like most things in life, it's possible to overdo it. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it.
Third, members are encouraged to write matches. It's the bread and butter of this e-fed, as every week is about reading exciting matches between roster members. Everyone feels at least a little intimidated when they haven't written matches before, but practice makes perfect and we have a Writers' Workshop thread for helping you along.
Fourth, members are further encouraged to collaborate with their fellow members on angles and feuds as well as the week to week promos that build them. If you're working a program with somebody, communication is very important. Hopefully the person you're working with and yourself are always on the same page, with the end result of the two of you making having fun and making one another look good by the time it's all said and done.
As a booker I'm pretty hands-off when it comes to angles, feuds, etc. During my first run booking this fed, I pretty much decided who would wrestle whom and whether a title would be on the line and so on, but I let the members decide what kinds of stories they wanted to tell, whether or not they were friends or enemies with somebody, whether they were part of a stable or not, whether they wanted to form a stable, etc. People came up with a lot of good ideas. I plan to do pretty much the same thing this time around.
Ultimately, no one will yank your arm to do anything around here, but what you get out of it depends on what you put into it. Activity is a factor that I consider in my booking decisions. A member who participates in the Promo Thread and in the main shows will tend to get preferential treatment, provided they don't do so in a way that's detrimental to other members' enjoyment of course. (An example of this is volunteering to write a match featuring your wrestler, and using it to make your opponent look pathetic and make you look like a million bucks. That's not good.)
Finally, recognize that it takes time to establish your character(s) and that it takes time to gain trust as someone to consistently vote for. It takes work, effort, and patience. You win some, you lose some, and if you stick to it, good things will come to you.
No one is an overnight success here in the FAWA. It's a journey, not a destination. A legacy of writing exciting matches, cutting thrilling promos, and collaborating on captivating angles will be more rewarding in the long run than counting title runs. Being a member of the FAWA is what you make of it.
So welcome to the FAWA. If you join, I think you'll like it here.
____________________________________________________ SHOWS NITERAW is the weekly FAWA Show except for Supercard shows (see the schedule above.) MSB often sends PMs with links to each member when he posts them out of courtesy.
MSB posts the cards every week. These matches generally reflect title scenes, number one contender matches, and qualifiers for special matches at supercards. Players may request matches, but they must be willing to write any match request they make.
Once a final card is determined, MSB PMs the card to every member so they can vote for who they want to win in every match (see below).
Match cards reflect the more significant matches for the week, but you are free to write squash matches with Free Agents (see Roster thread link above), bonus exhibition bouts with fellow FAWA Members (but work it out with them first), skits, promos, etc.
Finally, as booker MSB reserves the right to edit or outright reject anything that's submitted for a show if, in his opinion, including it as written would be detrimental to the show or the fed. During his first run as booker, he never did so, and generally speaking it will probably take something really bad for him to do so during this run. But it's a possibility, just so everybody knows. ____________________________________________________
VOTING When voting, rate all contestants within a match on a scale from 1 (worst) to 10 (best) based on your opinion on the quality of their promos, gimmick, participation, role within an angle, etc.
MSB counts the votes (depending on who sent the card) - the contestant with the most points in a match wins. Ties will result in a draw, double count out, double disqualification, no contest, etc - it's up to the match writer.
Match results only determine the winner of a match. They do not reflect how the match is written, which is to be determined by the writer and/or the participants.
If all members within a match agree, they may forego the results of the vote in order to advance any greater agendas and angles they have. They must be sure to inform the writer if that writer is a third party.
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WRITING SEND ALL SUBMISSIONS TO MR. SOCKO'S BROTHER.
USE PROPER GRAMMAR, SPELLING, AND SYNTAX IN EVERY MATCH AND PROMO YOU SEND IN.
BOOKEND ALL NONVERBAL ACTIONS WITH ASTERISKS, NO MATTER IF YOU WRITE A MATCH OR A PROMO. Example: *Seth Drakin stands Connor Mackenzie up and Irish whips him to the corner.*
WRAP ALL "TAPED SEGMENTS" (VIDEO PACKAGES, BACKSTAGE SEGMENTS, ETC) IN QUOTE TAGS TO DIFFERENTIATE THEM FROM IN-RING ACTION. Example: USE SIZE 3 FONT FOR ANY CHARACTER SPEAKING ON THE MICROPHONE IN THE PARTS UNKNOWN ARENA BUT NOT ON COMMENTARY. Example: MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
USE SIZE 1 FONT FOR ANY CHARACTER SPEAKING OFF MIC IN THE PARTS UNKNOWN ARENA. Example: The Punisher: Nighty-night.
JK: Punisher with the Endgame! That'll ruin his opponent's night.
MATCHES - Promos are the bread and butter of the FAWA, but the matches are the meat and potatoes, and the FAWA can always use more cooks.
When a match card is sent, you may claim any match to write.
When a match is claimed, MSB will write an entrance with music, commentary, and Michael Muffer announcements for the writer. The writer is free to alter what MSB sends them, including scrapping it altogether. He does it as a service to save creative energy. If you're writing a match and you want to do that part yourself, let MSB know.
When MSB has counted the votes and has determined the result, he will write a finish for the writer based on the result. Again, the writer may alter or even scrap what MSB sends them, but the end result indicated in the written finish is the same.
You may write unofficially booked matches if you have express permission from other participants. You and other participants must agree to the finish on your own because it won't be on the card to be voted on.
You may write squash matches featuring FAWA Free Agents. The finish is predetermined in your favor, unless you want a jobber to beat you - whatever floats your boat.
You do not need to be directly involved in a match that you claim, but be courteous if someone who is directly involved wants to write it themself.
COMMENTARY - Commentary is good for clarifying the finer details of a match or promo, as well as highlighting individual events for emphasis.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss and Jesse King are the FAWA commentary team.
Gorilla Tim Hoss is a hybrid of Gorilla Monsoon and Jim Ross, and thus is the play-by-play man who often sides with faces. His lines should be preceded by "TH: " and use the font color "ff9933." - Example: TH: Bah gawd! This crowd's going bananas!
Jesse King is a hybrid of Jesse "The Body" Ventura and Jerry "The King" Lawler, and thus is the color commentator who often sides with heels. Jesse King's lines should be preceded by "JK: " and use the font color "99ff66." - Example: JK: I gotta tell you, TH; this "Punisher" Frank Castle is my kind of guy.
Michael Muffer is the FAWA's ring announcer. He uses the font color "ffff66" and the abbreviation "MM: ." - Example: MM: Making his way to the ring from Hayward, California... Weighing 200lbs... Vincent! Van... Agony!
EVERY MATCH SHOULD HAVE THIS MINIMUM COMMENTARY: 1. Before every match, Tim Hoss and Jesse King briefly introduce the match and any background detail it may have. Different matches will have different levels of this than others. 2. Every match proper starts with Michael Muffer introducing each contestant as they enter the ring. He mentions their hometown and weight. 3. At the end of every match proper, Michael Muffer announces the winner and the manner of the victory. 4. After every match, Tim Hoss and Jesse King make conclusive remarks about the match before moving onto the next one.
PROOFREAD ALL MATCHES AND PROMOS BEFORE YOU SEND THEM TO BOILER ROOM BRAWLER: - Is the text grammatically correct? - Does the text have any spelling errors? - Does your text conform to the writing standards? - Are the events of the match or promo clearly depicted? - Can you trim down any text? Any purple prose? - Does your match have psychology? Is it a spotfest? Is your match believable? - Are the actions of all contestants in character? - Does your promo have a point? Does it build up to any matches?
Also, an essay about e-fed match writing that should come in handy.
Every week, points are rewarded for writing and submitting the following:
Write Officially Booked Niteraw Match - 2pts per match
Write Unofficially Booked Niteraw Match - 1pt per match
Write Officially Booked Supercard Match - 3pts per match
Write Unofficially Booked Supercard Match - 2pts per match
Write Match Commentary - 1pt per match
Write Single or Multiple Promos, Packages, Vignettes, Sketches, or Squash matches for Niteraw - 1pt per week
Write Single or Multiple Promos, Packages, Vignettes, Sketches, or Squash matches for Supercard Show - 2pts per show
Write Single or Multiple Promos/Packages/Vignettes/Skits/Squash matches for Promo Thread in a single week - 1pt per week
Earned points can be used to "buy" your character straight into a Title match or a #1 Contender match - no questions asked.
Television Title Shot - 15 points Tag Team Title #1 Contendership Shot - 10 points from each member of the team Tag Team Title Shot - 20 points from each member of the team Freakin' Awesome or Interforums Title #1 Contendership Shot - 15 points Freakin' Awesome or Interforums Title Shot - 30 points World Title #1 Contendership Shot - 30 points World Title Shot - 60 points
CURRENT POINTS EARNED: Aaron Enigma - 114 Antihero - 72 Ashley Conda - 2 Boiler Room Brawler - 114 Bull Ant - 32 Connor Mackenzie - 119 General of the Monkey Army - 15 Gus Richlen - 68 Jeremy Dupoe - 42 Jonathan Michaels - 19 Orange Lantern Mulligan - 2 Misc - 17 Mister Socko's Brother - 44 The Sam - 5 Seth Drakin - 70 Spiked Mohican - 60 Waffell113 - 24
PROMOTION The FAWA thrives on a rich, diverse roster, and that means it always welcomes new members. Help out by spreading its presence on the Freakin' Awesome Network Forums and putting the following banner in your signature.
Bear it with pride and always be ready to invite new members if you interest someone.
If you want to help promote the FAWA even more, hype up upcoming supercard matches in your signature to boot. It's what the real federations do, so why not us on this forum?
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 11, 2013 5:38:12 GMT -5
TH: Welcome everyone to Wheel of Misfortune! You’ve waited five long weeks but you’re here for an annual FAWA Galactic favorite. I’m Gorilla Tim Hoss and with me on commentary as always is Jesse King.JK: Annual favorite couldn’t be more correct. It’s a night of suspense and a night to expect the unexpected as the Wheel of Misfortune is spun and determines the fates of every match on the card. TH: And what a card we have this time, as we kick things off with the long anticipated Tag Team Championship finally goes down tonight between The Hollywood Enigmas and the team of Seth Drakin and Miscreant. JK: Then after that it’s the FAWA Majority Shareholder and CEO Boiler Room Brawler’s in-ring representative, Boyardee Broom Rololo taking on all of his past opponents since he started in a Gauntlet Match. That’s Mayor Great Botchsuke, Kinda Good Kaiser Benno, Sammy Twister, Steve Rollins, Rob Da Bomb Wright, Paul Rigsby, Jack The Snack Rogers, Barry Toledo, and Artie! The Strongest Man… in the World!
One man after another and the Wheel of Misfortune will be spun for every opponent. TH: Sure to be a true test of stamina and wrestling might. After that three men will face off against each other in a Winner Takes All match for both the Freakin’ Awesome and Interforums Championships. As announced last week on Niteraw, the winner will become the final champion of both titles and will become the first FAN Forums Champion. JK: If that’s not enough for the FAWA Galaxy there’s still more as Antihero and Scott Martin come to their hopefully explosive conclusion to their Best of Seven series. They’re three and three, so it all comes down to this match. TH: And then tonight concludes with the World Heavyweight Championship as Hollywood’s Own Michael Hayden defends his title against Gus Richlen and Seth Drakin in a Triple Threat match. JK: It’s an annual favorite and let’s hope it continues that tradition, so let’s get to the first match: The Tag Team Championship.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 11, 2013 5:40:11 GMT -5
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP THE HOLLWOOD ENIGMAS VERSUS SETH DRAKIN & MISCREANT TH: This match is for the vacant FAWA tag team championship JK: Definitely an interesting matchup here. Two teams with very different personalities. You have Misc and Seth who live by that catchfrase of theirs. They commit a sin, and do it with a grin. I just love the attitude they show. TH: I thought you would. But do not forget the Hollywood Enigmas. The brilliant Head Detective Aaron Enigma and the brash and bold Michel Hayden. Hayden of which is the current world champion. JK: and that might be the most important part of the match itself. Later tonight both Seth and Hayden will face each other again for that world title in a triple threat match along side Gus Richlen. TH: I guess that will big a big strategy of this match for the Hollywood Enigmas. Weaken Seth for the World title match later. JK: Ah but same goes for MiscreAnt and Seth focusing on Hayden. Well why don’t we find out the stipulation to the match. Take it away Muffler! TH: No! anything but this match! JK: The dreaded Twilight Match… You talk about how Hell in a Cell, TLC, War Games shortens and changes careers. They are nothing compared to this. This match makes men insane! TH: it’s pure torture… This can’t be legal can it? JK: It is… I can already tell none of these men will walk out the same again MM: First introducing the contestants…*The arena flashes blue and white lights when the entrance erupts with fire, creating a ring that Aaron Enigma and Michael Hayden stand in. They survey the crowd before heading to the ring, with Hayden paying more attention to the audience and Enigma more attention to the ring.* MM: Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of four hundred and thirty nine pounds, they are the Hollywood Enigmas! TH: Mere moments ago we were talking about how participants should focus on the people in the world title match later. That has all gone out the window now hasn’t it? JK: Pretty much. You don’t walk into this match to win. You walk in wanting to get out *Enigma jumps into the ring while Hayden slides in. Enigma throws his magnifying glass and hat to the crowd while Hayden hops up to a turnbuckle and brandishes his World Heavyweight Championship belt before hopping off.* TH: The Hollywood Enigmas have Hollywood in their name? This has to give them an advantage. JK: I don’t know. I mean being from Hollywood and knowing movies is one thing. But sitting through a series like Twilight? It’s just insanity. *Seth Drakin comes to the ring with complete disrespect for the fans and every member of the staff at ringside.* MM: Making his way to the ring first at the weight of two hundred and sixty five pounds: Seth Drakin! TH: Drakin is a horror movie guy. He has the biggest edge in this one. JK: By far. But I don’t think even he has would sit though the entire Twilight series. Horror movies are one thing. Twilight is simply a monstrosity. We also have to consider is he willing to melt his brain before his world title match *Seth rolls into the ring and doesn’t seem to care about what is going on.* *MiscreAnt stands on top of the entrance ramp. Arms crossed and rolling his eyes as the crowd boos. He walks calming to the ring, not giving any interaction with the crowd.* MM: His partner: from Sin City in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing two hundred and ten pounds: MiscreAnt!TH: Misc has been on a roll. Winning a shot at the TV title, putting up a big fight against Connor, and now he is here for the titles JK: I like this ant. He shows passion. But I fear something like this might put any momentum he had to a halt. Yet nobody looks concerned TH: It’s a testament to how much all these men want the tag team titles. None of them look scarred to be entering this match *MiscreAnt rolls into the ring and the reff quickly runs over checking Misc for weapons.* MM: And now, the contestants will be lead to the viewing room where they must watch the films. *Michael Hayden, Aaron Enigma, Seth Drakin, and MiscreAnt all head to the back.* TH: There they go. May God have mercy on their souls… are you crying King? JK: *sob* No I am not! *sob* I am a little fearful for these four. I would not wish this punishment on anyone. TH: I agree. Let’s turn to video screen and get this started DING! DING! DING! JK: I will give misc credit thinking on the fly trying to use that remote TH: It did him no good though. He was caught. JK: Give the guy a break! Look at the match they are doing! TH: I would rather not… JK: Look at all the sissies leaving. Grow up it’s only a movie TH: King I can plainly see you turned off you monitors, and did you just put ear plugs in? JK: WHAT?! TH: I guess that is what you call making the best out of a bad situation JK: But is that a smart idea? I mean this is Twilight! That food will come right back up in the form of vomit TH: Thank you for the mental image… TH: We’ll catch up with them later. FAWA Superstars are made of sterner stuff than mere mortals.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 11, 2013 5:42:40 GMT -5
GAUNTLET MATCH BOIRAA RUUMU BURAARA VERSUS MAYOR GREAT BOTCHSUKE, KAISER BENNO, STEVE ROLLINS, SAMMY TWISTER, ROB WRIGHT, JACK ROGERS, PAUL RIGSBY, BARRY TOLEDO, AND ARTIE! THE STRONGEST MAN... IN THE WORLD!
[/font][/div] TH: A hell of a challenge for the Tag Team Championships is underway.JK: It's sure to be a long, brutal test of wills, TH.TH: We'll check in on them as Wheel of Misfortune continues. Up next we have the FAWA Majority Shareholder and CEO, Boiler Room Brawler's in-ring representative, and I'm still trying to figure this out, but... Boy-ee-rah Rooo-moo Boo-rarah?JK: His name is a lot more literal than we once thought. It actually is Boira Room Brara.TH: Boy-ee-rah Rooomoo Boo-rarah...JK: Enough with that. Time for him to face a real cadre of all of his past opponents together in a Gauntlet match.TH: Take it away, Michael...MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match will be a Gauntlet match. One man will face nine opponents, one after another, in a series of matches to one fall. If the single contestant loses even once, he loses the entire match.
Now, 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.*
TH: Some think that Boiler Room Brawler is taking a trip back to a well he shouldn't have with this wrestler from the Land of the Rising Sun. JK: He's either defeated every opponent that's come his way or else they forfeited, got disqualified, counted out, whatever.
MM: Hailing from Nazo no Basho, Japan at a weight of two hundred and fifteen pounds: Bo-ee-rah... Roomoo... Burrrawlah!
*Buraara walks up the ring steps and crosses into the ring.*
JK: He's a wrestler of the highest pedigree, Hoss. Brawler is paying top dollar to import him here to the States. TH: But now... Boy-ee-rah Roomoo Boorahrah... must face a whole cadre of his past opponents in a Gauntlet Match.
*Buraara removes his cape and shoulder pads, looks up and-*
BRB: Boiraa!
Ruumu!
Buraraa!
JK: He's gotta face them one after the other, and the Wheel of Misfortune will be spun every step of the way. TH: A true test of endurance and stamina to be sure.
*Buraara crosses his arms and watches the entrance.*
MM: And now for the first spin of the Wheel of Misfortune...
MM: The Wheel of Fortune has determined that the following match will be a Rock Paper Scissors Match. Contestants must give out hand signals for Rock, Paper, or Scissors in a Best of Seven series. Paper beats Rock, Rock Beats Scissors, Scissors beats Paper.
Introducing his first opponent: from Iwate, Japan and weighing one hundred eighty pounds, Mayor Great Botchsuke!
*Mayor Great Botchsuke walks out and strikes a pose for the fans before heading to the ring.*
TH: Rock Paper Scissors, while a classic game in the West, is also a classic in the East known as Janken in Japan. JK: For all we know, Botchsuke's true calling is in Janken rather than in wrestling.
*Botchsuke walks up the steps and enters the ring.*
JK: But we don't know what kind of elite Janken skills that Boila Rooma Bulada has. TH: But is Referee Jake Kwon up to the task of officiating this match? JK: I think he's had extensive training in officiating Janken bouts back in Korea. This should be fine.
DING! DING! DING!
*Buraara and Botchsuke meet in the center of the ring, with Kwon in between them...*
TH: You can cut the tension with a knife already. It's a minimalist game, like a wrestling match in which a fall can be gained on a moment's notice.
*Referee Kwon counts...*
KWON: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
SHOOT!
TH: What will it be?
*Buraara and Botchsuke throw out their hands. Buraara throws a rock while Botchsuke throws a scissors.*
TH: He got it! Boorahrah scores the first victory!
*Kwon holds up Buraara's arm and awards him the point.*
JK: Now's not the time to get cocky though. Botchsuke could take this one any moment. TH: Kwon's getting ready for the next round.
*Kwon clamps his hands on Buraara's and Botchsuke's shoulders, looking them in the eyes...*
TH: You can see them concentrate, King. They're thinking their next move. JK: There is an art to this game that Easterners clearly see that we can't.
KWON: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
SHOOT!
*Kwon lets go of both contestants' shoulders as they throw out their hands.
Buraara throws out another rock and Botchsuke throws out another scissors.*
JK: Wow! Burala's on a roll!
*Buraara's arm is raised while Botchsuke snaps his fingers in disappointment.*
TH: A repeat of the last one. Rock beats scissors. JK: Botchsuke must have been counting on Buraala to go in the opposite direction, but he thought that far ahead too. TH: Boorahrah seems to be well versed in this game after all, but Botchsuke still has plenty of opportunity to turn this around.
*Kwon readies the two men again.*
KWON: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
SHOOT!
*Buraara throws a rock, but-*
TH: Botchsuke throws a rock! JK: Smart thinking.
*Both men throw another hand out.*
TH: Boorahah with another rock, and Botchsuke with the scissors! Boorahrah wins again! JK: You can see the frustration on Botchsuke's face. He almost had this one and now he is just one more loss away from losing this series.
*Buraara's arm is raised and then lowered for the next match.*
TH: Antihero and Scott Martin had a much more competitive Best of Seven series to be sure.
KWON: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
SHOOT!
TH: Both men throw rocks! Rocks! Rocks! Botchsuke with paper! Botchsuke scores a win! JK: And Boolala looks none too happy.
*Buraara covers his face with his hands while Botchsuke's arm is raised. Botchsuke is excited now.*
TH: Botchsuke is still in the match. JK: But now is the time for him to focus and think ahead. He is still one loss away from being eliminated in this Gauntlet.
KWON: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
SHOOT!
TH: Buraara with a rock and Botchsuke with another paper! Botchsuke takes it again!
*Botchsuke runs to a corner and celebrates on the turnbuckle before hopping back down to continue the match.*
JK: He's getting really proud of himself there. He better hope Buraara doesn't use that rock on his head. TH: Could this mark the rise of Botchsuke?
*Buraara looks at his fist and angrily shakes it before he puts it behind him to start the next match. Botchsuke is now grinning with confidence.*
KWON: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
SHOOT!
*Buraara throws out rock while -*
TH: Botchsuke with the paper! He takes a third one!
*Botchsuke does a victory lap around the ring.*
TH: What an upset! JK: He's now, against all odds, tied with Boolahla. This is not looking good for BRB's in-ring representative.
*Buraara grabs his hand and pries the first two fingers up, but once he lets go they snap back into place.*
TH: It seems the rock is Boorahrah's favored technique. JK: It's so ingrained that he sticks by it through thick and through thin in Janken matches, but now it is his greatest weakness as Mayor Great Botchsuke has him all figured out.
*Kwon readies the two men. Botchsuke closes his eyes to concentrate...*
KWON: ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
SHOOT!
*Botchsuke throws out paper. Buraara forcefully throws out-*
TH: He got him! Buraara threw out the scissors! He wins the series!
DING! DING! DING!
*Botchsuke is shocked as Buraara's arm is raised in the air. Buraara is breathing deep as he looks down at his hand.*
JK: He's still struggling to hold it in a scissors position, but Buraara managed to pull his willpower together and win it at last. TH: But it's only gonna get even harder from here.
MM: Contestant Boiraa Ruumu Buraara has defeated Mayor Great Botchsuke in Rock Paper Scissors.
And now, the Wheel of Misfortune will be spun for the next opponent…
MM: The Wheel of Misfortune has determined that the next match will be a Hide and Seek Match. Once the bell rings, the next contestant will have one hundred seconds to hide anywhere in the Parts Unknown Arena. After his one hundred seconds are up, contestant Boiraa Ruumu Buraara must find him to advance in the gauntlet with a thirty minute time limit.
Introducing his next opponent, from Woonsocket, Rhode Island, weighing three hundred and fourteen pounds, Kinda Good Kaiser Benno!
*Kaiser Benno has a shit-eating grin on his face as he heads to the ring.*
JK: I don't know about you, Gorilla, but that man looks like he's got a plan for Boyrah Room Boodala. TH: Kaiser Benno thought he had a plan the first time he faced Boorahrah but he was quickly made mincemeat of.
*Benno climbs into the ring and walks up to Buraara who looks up to his face.*
JK: Yeah, but this time Benno just has to hide from Blahlah. TH: I think you need some practice pronouncing his name.
*Kwon commands Buraara to cover his eyes. Benno leaves the ring and goes to the back while Kwon counts.*
TH: Boorahrah might be a bit cruel in the ring, but he seems to be an honorable man. JK: A strong fighter might not necessarily be a strong hunter though. Benno, like Botchsuke, might squeak out a win over Buelaylay- TH: Oh now you're just playing around with his name.
*Kwon reaches one hundred seconds.*
DING! DING! DING!
TH: And Boorahrah's on the hunt. Can he find Kaiser Benno? JK: We all saw Benno go in the back, but he could hide in the crowd like a Where's Waldo book.
*Buraara hops atop a turnbuckle and surveys the crowd.*
TH: How long will Boorahrah search for Benno among the crowd? JK: I'm curious as to where Benno himself went. The cameraman didn't follow him.
*Buraara hops out of the ring and walks around it.*
TH: He's getting a closer look. JK: There is a chance that he missed the finer details of the crowd. They tend to be look less detailed than the superstars of the FAWA Galaxy.
*Buraara stops at the entrance ramp.*
TH: Wait, what's he doing? JK: I think he's got a hunch.
*Buraara walks a strange path up the ramp.*
TH: He's like a bloodhound looking for an escaped criminal. JK: You're right. He has the scent of Benno. The big man's perspiration could cost him the match. TH: Well he's heading to the back now. Let's watch from the Awesometron.
JK: Benno had one hundred seconds to hide. He could be anywhere in the Parts Unknown Arena, but he must have left a whole chemical trail of stink behind him to boot. TH: But Boorahrah has thirty minutes to find him and counting.
JK: It's the Man in Black, Gorilla! TH: He's back!
TH: We haven't seen the Man in Black since the Niteraw that Jeremy Dupoe was fired. JK: And the last time they encountered each other, Boombaya got the better of him. The Man in Black is back for revenge.
TH: They're going at it now. It's a real brawl. JK: This isn't supposed to be a part of the match, that's for sure. TH: Benno sure is lucky right now. JK: You're telling me. The Man in Black is sabotaging Boyardee Braless's career here. TH: Oh! And he sticks a DDT onto a solid, concrete floor!
TH: Buraara's gotten the best of him again! JK: And now he's checking to make sure he's out.
TH: Oof! Straight to jaw. Down goes Bo-ee-rah Room Boorahrah! JK: The Man in Black played possum and he won.
TH: Could this be the end of Boorahrah? Will he find Benno? JK: He still has a while to go, but this is going to be hard on him later into the match if he makes it past Benno. TH: He's coming to, Jesse. He's coming to...
TH: Will the Man in Black attack again? JK: Doubtful. He's made his statement and now he's out of there. TH: Then it's back to seeking. Boorahrahis still it.
TH: He's found his way to the Tag Team Championship match.
JK: And there's Benno. TH: Looking worse for wear. JK: That Twilight movie took a lot of fight out of him in mere minutes, Gorilla.
DING! DING! DING!
TH: And Boorahrah takes another one down. JK: Seven to go.
MM: Contestant Boiraa Ruumu Buraara has found Kaiser Benno and thus won the Hide and Seek match.
The Wheel of Misfortune will now be spun for Boiraa Ruumu Buraara’s next opponent…
MM: The Wheel of Misfortune has been spun. The following match will be a Fans Bring the Weapons Match scheduled for one fall.
His next opponent: Heading to the ring from Parts Unknown, Minnesota at a weight of two hundred and thirty five pounds, Steve Rollins!
*Buraara is back in the ring as Rollins walks out.*
JK: Finally. We're starting to approach a real wrestling match. TH: Is Steve Rollins up to the task of defeating Boyrah Room Boorahrah? JK: He's already getting weapons from the crowd...
*Rollins is handed a rolled up poster. Buraara slips out of the ring to confront him.*
DING! DING! DING!
TH: A rolled up poster? JK: Not looking good for Rollins.
*Rollins swings for Buraara, but Buraara blocks it and disarms Rollins. He reaches for a weapon and is handed a chair.*
TH: Boorahrah has a chair now! JK: That means there's a fan who will have to stand all night or else sit cross legged.
*Buraara thrusts the chair forward but Rollins narrowly backs up from it.*
TH: Boorahrah misses! Rollins is in the game! JK: He needs a weapon of his own. TH: Wait, a fan is throwing him something.
*Rollins is hit in the chest by a wallet chain. Rollins bends over to grab it.*
JK: With that chain he has reach. He can whip Boorara and defeat by death of a thousand cuts.
*While Rollins is bent over, Buraara slams the chair down on his back, sending him down to the entrance ramp.*
JK: I spoke too soon. TH: Rollins is down with a chair shot. JK: And Boorarar doesn't look finished either.
*Buraara raises the chair over his head and slams it down on Rollins a couple of times.*
TH: Rollins is thrashed, and Boorahrah goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
MM: Contestant Boiraa Ruumu Buraara has pinned Steve Rollins in the Fans Bring the Weapons Match.
The Wheel of Misfortune will now be spun for his next opponent…
*Buraara looks up at the Awesometron while still standing on the entrance ramp.*
MM: The Wheel of Misfortune has determined that the next match will be a First Blood match. The first man to bleed loses the match.
Introducing Boiraa Ruumu Buraara’s next opponent: from Orlando, Florida, weighing two hundred seventeen pounds: Sammy Twister!
*Sammy Twister moon walks onto the entrance stage.*
TH: A First Blood match? JK: I think all of these guys are getting softballs against Brawler. TH: But Boorahrah still has the chair!
*Buraara runs at Sammy, who falls back onto a hand and dodges a swing.*
DING! DING! DING!
TH: A capoeira dodge from the Doctor of Dance. He counters with a kick to the leg. JK: Boorara still has the edge. Sammy Twister gave him a hell of a match as Spider-man at Comic Book Chaos, but he had the web shooters to distract Borara.
*Sammy is stands back straight. Buraara moves to jab him in the midsection, but Sammy jumps up in the air and does a splits, kicking it away.*
TH: A mid-air splits and Twister is doing pretty good. JK: But he's in a vulnerable position now.
*Buraara swings the chair for Twister's head, but he stops short as Twister tries to avoid him.*
JK: Nice psych out by Burrarar. TH: Buzzsaw kick!
*Twister is knocked over onto the entrances stage, still doing the splits.*
TH: Buzzsaw kick to the face! The referee is checking on him! JK: One good scrape of a boot's sole can cut your skin open. This could be it.
*Refere Kwon calls it.*
DING! DING! DING!
MM: Contestant Boiraa Ruumu Buraara has made contestant Sammy Twister bleed.
And now the Wheel of Misfortune will be spun once more…
MM: The Wheel of Misfortune has determined the following stipulation will be a Singapore Cane Match. Both contestants can compete with Singapore Canes to one fall.
Coming to the ring from Austin, Texas and weighing two hundred ten pounds, Rob Da Bomb Wright!
*Buraara drops the chair while Rob Wright walks out with two Singapore Canes.*
TH: Uh oh... Rob Wright has all the canes. JK: He probably is supposed to hand one over to Burarara.
DING! DING! DING!
*Kwon tells Wright to hand one of the canes over to Buraara. Wright takes a look, takes a deep breath, and chucks one to Buraara, who catches it.*
TH: At least Boorarah can count on a fair fight from Wright. JK: That and Wright doesn't want to be disqualified. It's a Singapore Cane match - both contestants must have one.
*Buraara backs up to the ring with Wright slowly following him. Both men stick their canes in front of themselves.*
TH: A Singapore cane is a simple weapon that deals sharp pain. JK: They're keeping their canes out to probe the area and to be ready to defend at a moment's notice. TH: Not much more space for Boorahrah to back up, and Wright charges!
*Wright holds his cane high in the air as he charges Buraara, who thrusts the cane forward, but it only scrapes Wright, who brings it down onto Buraara's head.*
TH: Rob Wright gets through! He's struck Boyrah Room Boorahrah! JK: His bell sure was rung there, TH.
*Buraara stumbles to which Wright whacks him over the head again.*
TH: Wright is capitalizing like there is no tomorrow! JK: That's smart of him. Wright has a limited wrestling skill set and if he's able to whack Boorahrah with a weapon he has a certain edge.
*Buraara is down to one knee.*
TH: Wright is on fire and he knows it. JK: All he needs is one more good strike on Boorahrah and he'll be known as the man who defeated Boiler Room Brawler's in-ring representative.
*Wright brings the cane down one more time, but Buraara raises his cane overhead-*
TH: And Boorahrah blocks Rob Wright's swing! JK: This could be the beginning of the end.
*Buraara throws a knife edge chop to Wright's belly before standing up.*
TH: Was this an elaborate ploy of Boyrah Room Boorahrah's? Did Rob Wright fall into a trap?
*Wright takes a swing at Buraara, who parries the strike. Wright takes several, increasingly desperate strikes that Buraara blocks and parries one after another.*
JK: Wright's just getting desperate. He got lucky if you replay a little bit ago.
*Wright takes one final, big swing at Buraara, who sidesteps it and whacks Wright-*
TH: Oof! Straight to the sternum!
And to the spine! JK: If you look back, Boorahrah slipped and Wright went past, getting the first strike.
*Wright hobbles about in pain. Buraara whacks Wright in the legs a few times before Wright falls down clutching his legs in pain.*
JK: Buraara knows where to hit where it hurts. TH: He's taken a bit of trauma to the head over the course of the match though. JK: It might be why he slipped against Wright and Wright got lucky.
*Buraara stands before Rob Wright, who gets up when-*
TH: A whack across the face! The cane is broken!
Buraara broke his cane across Wright's face and Wright is down! JK: And I don't think he'll be getting up from that. TH: He hooks the leg.
One!
Two!
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
MM: Contestant Boiraa Ruumu Buraara has pinned Rob Wright in the Singapore Cane Match.
Now for the Wheel of Misfortune…
MM: The Wheel of Misfortune has been spun again. The following match is an Inverted Real Lumberjack Match. Contestants compete to plant a tree in the ground.
Introducing the next contestant: weighing two hundred and forty pounds and hailing from Parts Unknown, Iowa, Jack The Snack Rogers!
*Jack Rogers walks out with his signature giant Slim Jim.*
TH: An Inverted Real Lumberjack Match?
*A pair of trees in burlap sacks are placed outside the ring. A tarp is pulled off of a giant mound of dirt where two shovelsare placed.*
JK: Last year we saw a Title Shot Tag Match at this very event in which it was simply a Real Lumberjack Match. Contestants had to chop down a tree in the parking lot. TH: And now this time, the opposite must be carried out. Can Boyrah Room Boorahrah plant a tree before Jack Rogers?
*Kwon orders both men to enter the ring, to which Buraara turns around and rolls inside while Rogers slides in.*
JK: If there's one thing we're learning tonight it's that Boorahrah is either a very quick learner and resourceful or he is an elite, world class wrestler. TH: I don't see the need for a false dilemma.
DING! DING! DING!
*Rogers quickly hops out of the ring and heads to grab a tree.*
TH: Rogers right out of the gate! JK: But Boorahrah isn't making any moves. TH: Is he giving Rogers a head start?
*Rogers hoists a tree up and runs with it to the bottom of the entrance ramp before putting it down to rest.*
TH: Rogers taking a breather, but Boorahrah remains stoic. JK: Rogers must not be well versed in the belly-to-belly suplex. It takes good, worked out core muscles to haul a tree like that over an extended distance.*
*Buraara remains relatively motionless, staring down at Rogers, who looks up at him and then hoists the tree again, carrying it to the top of the entrance ramp before putting it back down to rest.*
TH: Rogers catching a breath. JK: Those trees aren't light, Gorilla. Professional wrestling is full of big, strong, tough guys, but cardio goes a long way. TH: Could a diet of giant, highly salty, processed meat sticks be Jack Roger's undoing?
*Rogers is confused by Buraara's inaction, but he hoists the tree onto the dirt mound and puts it down.*
JK: What is Boorahrah doing? Is he throwing the match? TH: Could planting trees be below Boorahrah's standards?
*Rogers grabs the shovel when Buraara slides out of the ring and darts for the dirt mound.*
TH: Wait, Boorahrah's on the move! JK: Yes, of course!
*Rogers turns around, shovel in hand, when Buraara dives at him for a flying forearm strike, taking Rogers down.*
JK: He let Rogers do all the work. Buraara is rested a little now but Rogers is getting gassed from all that hauling. TH: Clever if true.
*Buraara pops back up, grabs a shovel, and starts digging.*
TH: Boorahrah exploiting Rogers's work. He just needs to dig a hole, put the tree in, and bury it. JK: Boorahrah has to think about the long game with this Gauntlet match. He has to conserve energy. He knew what he was getting into when he issued the challenge.
*Rogers, back to his feet, grabs the other shovel.*
TH: But Rogers won't go down without a fight. JK: Boorahrah better watch out.
*Buraara ducks a vertical swing from Rogers, then transitions to-*
TH: Boorahrah with a Fireman's Carry! He's got Rogers on his shoulders! JK: That same slight weight advantage Rogers has on him is gonna work against him when Boorahrah introduces gravity.
*Buraara stands up, takes a few steps, and slams Rogers onto the entrance ramp.*
TH: Oh! Rogers meets solid steel!
*Rogers writhes around on the entrance ramp while Buraara returns to digging the hole.*
JK: Boorahrah is wrestling smart, not hard. He's taken multiple shots to the head already and that makes it hard to concentrate. TH: My hunch is that mask is protecting him from serious harm.
*Buraara stops digging and moves to grab the tree.*
JK: It's a mask, TH, not a helmet. TH: He's got a hole dug, and it's time to plop that sucker in it. JK: But Rogers is getting back up.
*Rogers runs up to Buraara and clubs him in the back.*
TH: Just as Boorahrah exploited him-
*Buraara spin kicks Rogers in the midsection, bending him over.*
TH: -Rogers is trying to exploit Boorahrah. JK: Not working so well right now.
*Buraara grabs his shovel and slams the head down on Rogers, making him flop backwards onto his back.*
TH: Rogers is down again, but for how long? JK: He better hope not much at all, because Boorahrah has the tree in the hole and he's going for the shovel.
*Buraara starts shoveling dirt into the hole when Rogers is back up and he yanks the shovel away from Buraara.*
TH: Rogers is fighting back! JK: That hole is almost filled, Hoss!
*Rogers gets a scoop into the hole when-*
TH: Boorara with the drop kick! Rogers is back down! JK: But the shovel went flying. There's no time to lose!
*Buraara looks around, then reaches for the rest of the mound and shoves it in the hole one armful at a time.*
TH: He's got it.
DING! DING! DING!
JK: Boorahrah can't be stopped. There's only three to go and he's still gotta have gas in the tank.
MM: Contestant Boiraa Ruumu Buraara has successfully planted a tree. He will advance to the next opponent.
And now, the Wheel of Misfortune.
MM: The Wheel of Misfortune has been spun. The following match will be an Alley Fight for one fall.
Heading to the ring from Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom, weighing two hundred and sixty pounds: Paul Rigsby!
*Paul Rigsby walks out with a sadistic look on his face and a set of brass knuckles on his hand. Buraara is taking a breather on the dirt mound.*
JK: Last time these two squared off, Rigsby got a lot of hits on Boorahrah until Boorahrah started turning it around and Rigsby quit. TH: Was it another long game of Boorahrah's or did he get lucky? This is the rematch to settle it, and Rigsby's gunning for Boorara!
*Rigsby reaches Buraara and swings his fist at him. Buraara ducks it and-*
TH: Drop toe hold to Rigsby.
DING! DING! DING!
JK: Boorahrah is increasingly on the defensive in this Gauntlet match.
*Buraara returns to his feet and stomps on Rigsby, who rolls away to stand up.*
TH: Boorarah staying on the offensive.
*Buraara charges Rigsby for a knee strike to the face, but Rigsby reaches out and-*
JK: Uh oh... TH: A brass-knuckled low blow to the CEO's in-ring representative!
*Buraara backs up, covering his crotch as he stumbles about and Rigsby stands up.*
JK: Rigsby stands the best chance yet of taking out Boyrah Room Boorahrah. TH: Boorahra heading towards the tree he planted. JK: He can use it as cover while he recovers from that low blow from Rigsby.
*Rigsby looks down at the dirt mound and grabs a shovel to pursue Buraara.*
JK: Rigsby has the most command of the match against Boorahrah since Botchsuke. He could be the one. TH: He just has to play his cards right and he just might. Boorahra might have overplayed his hand with this challenge.
*Rigsby swings for Buraara, who ducks it. He swings again and Buraara side steps it-*
TH: Boorahra on the defensive. JK: The best defense is a good offense, but the best offense is not a good defense.
*Buraara responds with a low kick that knocks the shovel away from Rigsby.*
TH: Rigsby's been disarmed!
*Buraara backs up towards the entrance ramp, to which Rigsby picks the shovel back up.*
JK: Boorahrah seems to be buying time with that disarm, but to what end? TH: He's heading down the ramp with Rigsby in hot pursuit.
*Rigsby charges down the entrance ramp for Buraara when-*
TH: Front kick to Paul Rigsby! He's bent over- DDT! DDT to the hard steel entrance! JK: That's not all, Gorilla- TH: Boorahra grabs the other Singapore cane! He's poised to strike!
*Rigsby stirs but ultimately flops down onto the entrance while Buraara hovers over him.*
TH: Buraara timed that one against Rigsby to perfection. JK: Just as important as the long game is the big picture. Nobody has moved those foreign objects from previous matches.
*Buraara slams the cane down on Rigsby over and over again.*
TH: Ooh! Rigsby's getting thrashed! JK: A forty-five pound advantage means little when the other guy has a bludgeoning weapon like a Singapore cane.
*Buraara walks away while Kwon begins to count.*
TH: Boorahra might have beaten him so silly that he'll be knocked out.
*Buraara bends over to catch his breath while Kwon reaches 5.*
JK: Just five more counts to go and Boorahrah advances. TH: He's looking exhausted. He's had to win a Best of Seven Rock Paper Scissors Match, search the Parts Unknown Arena for his opponent and sustained an attack from the Man in Black in a Hide and Seek Match, face off with weapons in a Fans Bring the Weapons Match, face another in a First Blood Match, faced yet another for a Singapore Cane Match, and even had to plant a tree in an Inverted Real Lumberjack Match. If he makes it past this Alley Fight, he still has two more matches to go, and who knows what they could possibly be.
*Kwon reaches ten and calls the bell.*
DING! DING! DING!
MM: Contestant Boiraa Ruumu Buraara has knocked out Paul Rigsby. He shall advance to his next opponent.
But first, the Wheel of Misfortune…
JK: Just two more to go for the Rising Sun Wrestler...
TH: This could get bowling shoe ugly, King!
MM: The Wheel of Misfortune has been spun. The following match will be a Texas Bull Rope Match.
Coming to the ring from Parts Unknown, New York at the weight of two hundred and forty five pounds: Barry Toledo!
*Barry Toledo has a satisfied grin on his face as he and Buraara enter the ring.*
JK: Barry Toledo knew what he was doing when he accepted this match. He knew he'd get the glory of defeating a tired out Boyrah Room Boorahra. TH: It was a hell of a bluff to call.
*Kwon ties the rope to Buraara and then to Toledo, who immediately makes for Buraara once tied.*
TH: Toledo wasting no time either.
DING! DING! DING!
*Toledo starts striking Buraara over and over again before whipping him to the ropes, but-*
TH: Boorahra can't reach the ropes! JK: He's feeling the whiplash here.
*Buraara is jerked back and he falls backwards. Toledo brandishes his fist as he walks over.*
TH: Toledo is relishing this match because he has the advantage of being fresh. JK: Just like everyone before him.
*Toledo fist drops Buraara and stands back up, ready for another.*
TH: He's going to town while the going is good. Boorara's flame is going out against the New York Outlaw.
*Toledo drops another fist onto Buraara - straight to the sternum.*
JK: It's not everyday you hear Barry Toledo being the winner of a match, but this would make him technically 1-0 against Boorahra. TH: And Toledo hooks the leg! One!
Two-Boorahra kicks out!
*Toledo is shocked as Buraara gets up.*
JK: It's still not quite enough to keep the man down though.
*Toledo bunches up some of the rope and whips it across Buraara's back.*
TH: Toledo trying to beat Boorahra like a government mule! JK: He won't take that for long. TH: He catches it! Dropsault!
*Buraara is on his back as Toledo stumbles back into the ropes. He bounces back and is pulled forward by Buraara with the momentum. Buraara sticks his feet out and thrusts them into Toledo's midsection.*
TH: He's going to town on Toledo now! JK: This looks more like improvisation than a big plan.
*Toledo is bent over, to which Buraara throws rope over the back of his neck and wraps it around his neck.*
TH: Boorahra tying a noose for Toledo. JK: Oh, he ain't finished yet, Gorilla.
*Buraara completes the noose and runs past Toledo to the ropes-*
TH: Springboard dropkick to Toledo. JK: But he has that noose. This is gonna get ugly.
*Buraara holds his feet against Toledo's back. Toledo topples over and Buraara stands over him, maintaining the noose.*
JK: Toledo is compromised. He'll get the life choked out of him in this position. TH: Buraara seems to be schooling yet another one.
*Buraara maintains leverage on Toledo, to which he falls backwards, arching Toledo up and toledo taps.*
DING! DING! DING!
TH: Toledo taps! Buraara is still in the game! JK: That leaves just one guy to challenge Boorahra.
MM: Contestant Barry Toledo has tapped out. Contestant Boiraa Ruumu Buraara will advance to his final opponent, but first, the Wheel of Misfortune…
MM: The Wheel of Misfortune has spun for the last time. The final match will be an Elimination Gallifrey Death Tag Match. Contestants may tag in a partner prior to themselves but only the contestant immediately prior to themselves. The team with remaining members after the final elimination of the other team wins. Jelly Babies are somehow involved…
Making his way to the ring from Wellsville, the final contestant, weighing two hundred pounds: Artie! The Strongest Man… In the World!
*Artie walks out onto the stage. Buraara leans over the ropes to catch more rest.*
TH: Wait, so this is a Doctor Who-styled match. JK: It's not the first time the show has invaded the FAWA.
*Artie beckons to the gorilla position.*
TH: Wait, if I understand those rules, does that mean? JK: I think you're right, Gorilla. Here come his partners.
*Artie is followed by a virtual conga line of a stumbling Paul Rigsby, a dirty Jack Rogers, a dizzy Rob Wright, a stitched Sammy Twister, a bruised Steve Rollins, a harrowed Kaiser Benno, and a dishonored Mayor Great Botchsuke.*
TH: He practically has to face them all over again! JK: And he doesn't seem to have a team mate of his own! He's alone!
*Artie slides into the ring. Barry Toledo rolls out. The other jobbers line up in their corner. Buraara takes the opposite corner.*
TH: In some ways, this match has only begun for our esteemed CEO's in-ring representative.
DING! DING! DING!
*Artie cautiously approaches Buraara, who forces himself out of the corner and gets ready to grapple.*
TH: Boorahra doesn't look like he was counting on a stipulation like this. JK: I don't think anyone was.
*Artie and Buraara lock arms, Artie gets a brief headlock on Buraara before Buraara shoves him away.*
TH: Artie nearly secured the headlock, but Boorahra reverses. JK: He's got to play it smarter than ever. He's one man and needs to eliminate nine men in a handicap match. They only need to eliminate him.
*Artie flexes his scrawny bicep and charges for a clothesline that merely budges Buraara.*
JK: That didn't work for Artie there. TH: Buraara with a snap suplex, and he goes for the pin!
One!
Two!
Artie with the kick out!
*Artie scrambles away and tags in Barry Toledo, who's back on his feet and looks angry.*
JK: Toledo gets another go at Boorahra. He still has a chance to take him out. TH: But has he fully recovered from that choke?
*Toledo swings for Buraara, who ducks and knee strikes him in the midsection.*
TH: Toledo backing off, and a knife edge chop from Boorahra. Another chop. And another. JK: He’s backing him up into a neutral corner to further punish him. TH: Toledo with a front kick. JK: Boorahra’s vulnerable here.
*Buraara’s bent over from the kick, to which Toledo runs past him with a knee strike, taking Buraara down.*
TH: Boorahra’s down. Toledo’s taken Boorahra down! JK: It’s now or never for that pin.
*Toledo drops down to hook the leg.*
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
TH: Boorahra is down but not out. You can see the frustration on Toledo’s face and he makes the tag! JK: Oh, Paul Rigsby looks like he’s ready to go at it again.
*Buraara stands up while Rigsby enters the ring.*
TH: The catch here is that Rigsby can only tag in Jack Rogers. If a man wants back in the ring, he’s just gonna have to wait his turn.
*Buraara dodges a clothesline from Rigsby-*
TH: Boyrah Room Boorahra to the ropes, rebound, and Tornado DDT to Paul Rigsby! JK: He’s getting more desperate, but he knocked Rigsby out earlier, so this might work out.
*Buraara hooks the leg.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TH: One down! JK: And just eight more to go. TH: Here comes Jack Rogers, who doesn’t look too happy to be in the ring so quickly.
*Rogers crosses through the ropes and throws jabs towards Buraara’s way, but Buraara catches a fist and twists around behind Rogers for a hammerlock.*
JK: He’s got a hold of Rogers there, but it looks like he’s not done. TH: He’s twisting around for something…
*Buraara, still keeping the hammerlock intact, twists around and hooks his arm around the front of Roger’s neck and drops down.*
TH: He hits the neckbreaker. Both men are down. JK: Boorahrah has to be approaching his physical limit. There comes a point when sheer numbers and time takes its toll on any wrestler. TH: But Boorara persists!
*Buraara forces an arm over Rogers.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JK: That’s two. That’s two Gorilla. TH: He just might do it. JK: And now it’s Rob Wright’s turn to bat.
*Wright hops over the top rope and locks arms with a barely stood up Buraara.*
TH: Boorara to the ropes! And Wright with a sleeper hold!
No wait, he escaped! Snap mare!
*Buraara drop kicks Wright in the back.*
JK: Wright felt that one. Those whacks all over his body and back from a Singapore Cane are still fresh. TH: He’s gotta hurt all over only to be out here again facing the same man.
*Wright crawls over and tags in Sammy Twister.*
TH: Time for the Doctor of Dance to strut his stuff. JK: He’s gotta be one of the fresher men in this match. He was in for a hot minute before Boorahra made him bleed. He was even able to wrestle a decent match with Boorahra at Comic Book Chaos.
*Sammy approaches Buraara, who throws a chop his way.*
JK: Artie and Wright have played it smart so far. They’re getting a hit or two or else a lick or two before tagging out. TH: It’s the only way to outlast him at this point.
*Sammy staggers back, to which Buraara whips him to the corner.*
TH: Sammy meets the turnbuckle with impact. JK: Boorahra’s turning up the heat. He’s copping to their strategy there.
*Buraara charges for Twister with a charging dropkick, but Twister hops up and thrusts his feet out, colliding with Buraara.*
TH: A mid-air collision and Boorahra is down! JK: His legs and feet are getting tired. TH: Twister makes for the top rope! JK: He’s making a bad mistake there.
*Twister stands atop the turnbuckle and makes with a 450 splash, to which Buraara raises his knees.*
TH: He countered! JK: He countered and now Twister’s insides are all mushed up.
*Buraara gets up, grabs Twister by the arm, and drags him to the center of the ring.*
TH: Boorahra with the knee drop to the midsection. JK: He’s gonna mash him up good.
*Twister curls into a fetal position in reaction to the impact, but Buraara pins him down.*
TH: Could Sammy Twister be next?
ONE!
TWO!
TH: No! JK: He hasn’t taken nearly enough punishment this match.
*Buraara slams his hands on to the mat in frustration as Sammy rushes on all fours to tag in Steve Rollins.*
JK: This doesn’t look good. I don’t see Steve Rollins lasting long against Boorahra at all. TH: He looks skeptical too.
*Buraara approaches Rollins, who quickly tags in Kaiser Benno.*
TH: Rollins sticking to the script! JK: Now it’s Benno’s turn. TH: They’re still down two men, but they still have seven to go.
*Benno grabs Buraara by the neck and lifts him up in the air.*
TH: Benno with a lifting choke. JK: He wants to cut off the air supply. Boorahra might go down better without a fight. TH: But Boorahra is not giving up.
*Buraara presses his knees against Benno’s belly and grabs him by the head.*
JK: He’s gonna try something all right. TH: His options are growing more and more desperate. Even against such low-ranked competition, a man only has so much endurance.
*Buraara yanks Benno’s head forward-*
TH: Headbutt! Benno looks surprised! JK: But he’s still got his grip! TH: Another head butt! And another! JK: This has gotta hurt Boorahra just as much as Benno, but he does have that mask for minor protection. TH: Benno’s growing weak. JK: But Boorahra still has a hold of his head.*
*Benno releases Buraara, who lifts his knees as he falls, bringing Benno slamming face first into his knees.*
TH: Skull breaker! Boorahra with the skull breaker! JK: Benno looks stunned, but he’s getting back up. TH: Not for long- Buzzsaw Kick! JK: That’ll finish him.
*Buraara hooks Benno’s leg.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JK: Benno’s down now. That means we’re back to the beginning with Mayor Great Botchsuke. TH: He looks like he’s ready for more Rock Paper Scissors.
*Botchsuke throws out a scissors in good humor. Buraara throws out paper.*
TH: Whoop. Looks like he lost that one-
*Buraara knife edge chops Botchsuke in the face.*
JK: This ain’t Rock Paper Scissors any more.
*Buraara whips his arm around, brings it back up, and Mongolian Chops Botchsuke.*
TH: Botchsuke to the mat. JK: Not for long.
*Botchsuke gets on all fours and throws a low kick to Buraara’s groin.*
TH: A low blow from Botchsuke. JK: I don’t think he intended that one.
*Botchsuke looks lost, but Toledo commands him to pin Buraara.*
TH: One way or another, he’s going for it! This could be it!
One!
Two!
No!
*Botchsuke is shocked as Buraara sits up, forces himself to his feet, and crudely gestures at Toledo.*
JK: Toledo didn’t like that. TH: I don’t think Boorahra could care less right now. He’s taking them all on and they still haven’t stopped him. JK: Wait, Toledo is crossing into the ring. He’s gonna take the fight to Boyrah Room Boorahra!
*Buraara stands in front of Toledo. Toledo raises his hand and slaps Buraara hard across the face.*
TH: There he goes. JK: Toledo let his temper and his hubris get the best of himself.
*Kwon ejects Toledo from the ring, to which Toledo flips the finger and knocks him down with a clothesline.*
TH: Referee Kwon is down!
*Buraara looks down at Kwon, when Botchsuke reaches up between his legs and-*
TH: Botchsuke with the school boy! He’s got him!
One!
Two!
Three! JK: But Referee Kwon is down, Gorilla! He counts the pins, not us.
*Botchsuke taps his hand on the mat three more times as Kwon stands back up.*
TH: That could have gotten him another time. This has to be so disheartening for Botchsuke and his teammates. JK: That’s the rules and they gotta stick by them. Now Toledo cost them another member. TH: But why?
*Buraara forces Botchsuke off of himself and sits up as Kwon gets back up.*
JK: Toledo wants to only be beaten once by Boorahra, not three times. TH: Well Botchsuke isn’t gonna go down without a fight. He makes the tag! JK: It’s back to Artie now. He’s had a bit of rest now, and he’s the freshest guy in the match. It’s time to wrestle.
*Artie points at Buraara and consults the crowd.*
JK: Just attack the man. He can’t possibly put up much more resistance.
*Artie hops over to Buraara and starts swinging his arm for a big wind-up punch, but Buraara kicks him in the belly, bending him over. Buraara catches him on his back-*
TH: Boorahra with a Fireman’s Carry.
*Buraara stands up with Artie on his shoulders and starts spinning.*
JK: He’s gonna disorient Artie, but I don’t think it’ll work out too well for Boorahra either. TH: He’s stopping now, and Death Valley Driver! Boorahra got Artie with a Death Valley Driver!
*Buraara dizzily falls onto Artie.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JK: Yeah, he took out Artie, but now he’s so dizzy, what did it cost Buraara? TH: Wright on the top rope!
*Wright leaps off-*
TH: Crossbody to Buraara!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! JK: Another near fall but Boorara won’t give up.
*Buraara forces Wright off of himself. He gets back up but Wright darts for him from behind with a waistlock.*
TH: Wright has a hold of Booraara! What’s he gonna do with him though? Where’s he going with it? JK: He better think fast because Boorahra’s only gonna pull bigger, more desperate moves as he gets closer to victory.
*Wright hoists Buraara up into the air, to which Buraara side headlocks Wright and comes down.*
TH: Burara takes Wright down with a bulldog! Wright’s down, but he doesn’t look out. JK: Boorara can always fix that with a Buzzsaw Kick.
*Buraara swings his foot at Wright’s face, but Wright drops down.*
TH: He missed! JK: And here comes Wright from behind.
*Wright darts for Buraara and attempts a takedown, but Buraara leap frogs him.*
JK: Boorara’s still on his toes. He’s aware of his surroundings. TH: And he’s poised to strike!
*Buraara stands over Wright, jumps up and elbow drops Wright square in the back. Wright writhes in pain as Buraara stands back up.*
TH: He’s putting the pain to Rob Wright. Those Singapore Cane wounds still haven’t healed. JK: And he knows it. TH: Burara makes for the top rope!
*Buraara quickly leaps off for a diving headbutt to Wright, who flops about in pain but-*
TH: He hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Wright is outta there! JK: And then there were three!
*Sammy Twister, Steve Rollins, and Mayor Great Botchsuke exchange glances…*
JK: Sammy Twister is up again, but it’s looking grim after all. TH: He’s the real power player of the bunch. JK: Like that’s saying much.
*Twister hops over the top rope, but Buraara whips him across the ring, then takes him down with a spinning heel kick.*
TH: Down goes Sammy Twister. JK: Buraara is tired. You can see it in his body language.
*Buraara slowly stands up, as does Twister.*
TH: Twister with a spin kick straight to the ribs. Burara’s on the ropes. JK: If Twister, Rollins, and/or Botchsuke do it, it’ll all be worth it.
*Twister throws another kick to Buraara’s side, then whips him into a corner.*
JK: Boorara’s getting clobbered. He’s getting worse by the minute and his opponents are slowly gaining an actual advantage on him. TH: Twister is all too happy to win for once. He’s got him in the corner.
*Twister stands over Buraara and starts punching him in the head.*
JK: More blunt force trauma to Buraara’s head. This has become an actual competitive match. TH: Wait a moment there, Jesse!
*Buraara desperately shoves Twister off. Twister lands on his feet, but Buraara turns around and-*
TH: Buraara with a Cutter! Twister goes down! JK: Almost outta nowhere, Gorilla! TH: Both men are out of it, but Twister looks like he’s done for the night.
*Buraara sticks a foot over to the turnbuckle and pushes himself towards Twister to drape an arm over Twister.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TH: Down to two, we’re on the home stretch now! JK: Rollins chickened out earlier, but his time has come.
*Rollins crosses over into the ring and nervously looks between Buraara and Botchsuke, but then-*
TH: Buraara with a roundhouse kick! JK: Wait, I think Rollins tagged in Botchsuke as he fell down! TH: But Buraara’s pinning him anyway!
*Kwon taps Buraara and informs him that Botchsuke was tagged in at the last moment.*
TH: Referee Jake Kwon informing Boyra Room Boorara, but he don’t look happy about it. JK: He’s approaching his wit’s end from sheer exhaustion.
*Buraara stands up as Botchsuke enters the ring-*
TH: Snap mare, and a kick to the back of Botchsuke’s head! Elbow drop to Rollins! JK: He’s taking them both on with everything he’s got! TH: But now they’re all counting lights.
*After Kwon counts to five, Buraara grabs a rope to stand up.*
TH: He’s not out, but is Mayor Great Botchsuke?
*Buraara climbs on top of the turnbuckle and brandishes his fist.*
JK: He’s gonna pound that rock into Botchsuke for once and for all. TH: He takes to the sky! Fist drop to Botchsuke!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*Rollins is still laid out from the roundhouse kick as Buraara shakes and dances about with excitement.*
TH: It’s down to one! It’s down to Steve Rollins! He’s the last man on his team standing between victory and ultimate loss! JK: We’ve been through such a journey with Boyra Room Burarah. I feel like we’ve learned a lot about him tonight.
*Buraara hooks Rollins’s leg.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TH: He did it!
No! Rollins got the leg on the bottom rope! JK: As impressive as Buraara has been, I even gotta hand it to his opponents for giving him such a tough match.
*Rollins’s leg is still on the rope when Buraara stomps and stamps about the ring in rage and frustration.*
TH: He wants this match to end so badly, but Rollins wants to win too! JK: What’s it gonna take?
*Buraara grabs Rollins by the leg and drags him to the center of the ring.*
TH: He hooks the leg again! JK: Not even a leg drop? An elbow? A fist? Just a pin? TH: One!
Two!
No! Rollins with the kickout! JK: He’s getting desperate to finish this match that he’s making rookie mistakes. Beyond rookie mistakes. TH: And that can only mean more agony for Steve Rollins.
*Buraara stands Rollins up and whips him to the ropes. Rollins returns to which Buraara catches with-*
TH: Another fireman’s carry! JK: He’s got him on his shoulders, but what fate lies in store for Steve Rollins?
*Buraara walks over to the corner and climbs up the ropes one step at a time.*
TH: He’s not gonna. JK: He’s gonna end this with a bang, Gorilla.
*Buraara stands, his back to the rest of the ring, and he transitions into a-*
TH: And Buraara hits the cutter!
*Both men crash to the mat.*
JK: He’s just gotta hook that leg and he’s home. TH: What will he possibly do if Rollins still kicks out?
*Buraara turns over and crawls over to cover Rollins.*
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
MM: Here is your winner of the Gallifrey Death Match your winner of the Gauntlet Match: Boiraa Ruumu Buraara!
TH: Bah gawd! Boyrah Room Burara did it!
*Buraara’s arm is raised, but he stays seated.*
JK: At long last we’ve seen the end of this match. He went through hell and back but I think the FAWA Galaxy will agree that he is tough and he is tested. He’s ready to move up. TH: One way or another, the man has earned it. What will he do next? What will Boiler Room Brawler do with him next? JK: Only one way to find out, and that’s to stay tuned in the weeks to come. TH: But now let’s return to the Tag Team Match still underway. Last we checked during the Hide and Seek Match, Seth Drakin and Michael Hayden were not the legal men…
TH: Well that is certainly one way to keep them awake. JK: But now MiscreAnt is even weaker! That referee should be suspended! TH: King, respect the stripes. That is something all wrestlers should know JK: The stripes make him look like a zebra…
TH: The first one to make the tag is MiscreAnt. How much longer do you think the ant has in this match? JK: Ants can lift ten times their body weight. If my math is correct he can by that watch ten times more horrible movies then any human! TH: That….Makes no sense King I don’t think everything they do gets multiplied by ten JK: Sure it does! TH: Looks like they’re still hanging in there, so we’ll check back in at a later time. Up next we have the Winner Takes All match for the Interforums and Freakin’ Awesome Championships. What awaits the contestants when BRB spins the Wheel of Misfortune?
TH: This is getting childish. Farting? Really? JK: It’s the movie Tim. It kills brain cells. Makes you act five TH: This is madness! Who would sanction such a match!? JK: I don’t know, but let’s move onto the Best of Seven Series final match. I can’t take much more.
TH: What is Seth doing? JK: I have not the slightest clue.
JK: What….What was he trying to accomplish with that? TH: The movie has gotten a hold of Seth. It’s making him mad. JK: NO! WHY DO THE GOOD DIE YOUNG! TH: He is not dead Tim. Just going insane.
TH: We need to get a hold of that clip of Seth skipping. JK: After the match I am pretty sure he will burn any evidence of that happening. Possibly killing any who saw.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 11, 2013 5:44:39 GMT -5
[video src=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjTnYSlXQ MM][/video] WINNER TAKES ALLORANGE LANTERN MULLIGAN VERSUS RYAN BLOOD VERSUS CONNOR MACKENZIE[/div] TH: Dear lord a Lion’s Den match!?JK: I haven’t seen one of those since way back in the nineties!TH: It’s a match invented by one Ken Shamrock and to my recollection there have only ever been three in televised history in wrestling. Folks, this is not one for the faint of heart. There are no ropes, no padded turnbuckles. This is a structure of fencing, steel and wood.JK: And pain Hoss. Don’t forget pain. Next to Hell in a Cell this might be one of the most unforgiving structures in wrestling. *All of the arena lights switch off…* *Orange Lantern Mulligan appears bathed in orange light as he heads for the Lion’s Den Cage to climb inside.* JK: Why orange?TH: Pardon?JK: Well Mulligan is supposed to be some embodiment of greed or something right? Why is it orange? It doesn’t seem that greedy to me.TH: I suppose that would have to be something you would have to take up with Mulligan himself King but I think right now his focus is purely on Connor Mackenzie and more importantly, attaining the Inter-Forums title.JK: He even tried stealing Mackenzie’s car then when he couldn’t do that he torched it! We all knew Mulligan was a bit weird but even this was new for him. Then there’s the fact he’s also been interfering in Mackenzie’s matches for weeks. Since getting that ring of his and the Freakin’ Awesome title he’s become even more unpredictable. MM: Making his way to the cage from Sector 1986, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is your Freakin’ Awesome Champion: Orange Lantern Mulligan! *Mulligan stands atop the cage holding up the Freakin’ Awesome Championship and the Intergender Championship belts. He hops down into the cage and refuses to hand over his belts.* *The arena goes dark again…* *When the guitars kick in, several jets of blue flame shoot up at the top of the ramp, illuminating Blood standing in the entranceway looking down, carrying a Singapore cane. As the flames go out, the arena is bathed in blue lighting as Blood raises his head and walks down to the cage, ignoring the fans.* TH: And here comes a man who has been in some of the most grueling matches in recent history of the FAWA. He said a few weeks ago he would do whatever it took to claim a title and this match may just allow him to do so.JK: A match where anything goes inside the cage and the only way to win is to inflict so much pain and punishment that your opponent gives up? Sounds right up Ryan Blood’s alley.MM: His first opponent: from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing two hundred and twelve pounds, Ryan Blood! *The lighting returns to normal as Blood also climbs atop the cage, standing atop the cage and dropping his Singapore cane outside before hopping in.* *The arena returns to pitch black, all lights going out as a beat begins to be faintly heard. The lights begin to dimly beat to follow along as Connor's music starts. A pyro explosion goes off on the entry ramp as Connor slowly moves through the smoke, standing at the top, his face partially visible under the hood as he makes his way to the cage.* MM: The third and final contestant: making his way to the cage at a weight of two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is your Interforums Champion: The Digital Dragon Connor Mackenzie!TH: One has to wonder what is going through the mind of the Inter-Forums champ. Locked in a cage with not one but two men who have a lust for championship gold and a mean streak a mile wide.JK: Mackenzie’s got to be feeling nerves here Hoss. He’s the odd man out. Mulligan and Blood both have hardcore experience and have been in some of the most grueling matches we’ve ever seen. Mackenzie doesn’t even use weapons when he’s allowed! You ask me he’s going to be leaving here broken and empty handed.*Once outside the cage door, he looks up and decides to climb up and stand atop the cage as his opponents, pulling back his hood and holding up the Interforums Championship belt., letting out a yell in the process.* *The arena lights return to normal as Connor hands his belt off to the ref and removes his cloak and chain to throw into the audience, and hops into the cage, stretching himself out a bit before the bell.* DING! DING! DING! TH: And here we go!*All three men look at the structure they are in. Encircled on all sides with chain-link fencing and steel beams connecting them. At the top is a platform that encircles the Lion's Den as well, Will Alphonzo standing atop it as Lloyd McFloyd, Spud Verne Johnson, John Creed and Jake Kwon are all positioned around it to keep an eye on the action.* TH: An imposing structure to say the least. These men maybe a bit unsure of what they've gotten themselves into?JK: I doubt it Hoss. All three of them knew going into this that there could potentially be some pretty crazy stipulations with Wheel of Misfortune. I'm just glad it wasn't the Ball Pit again. *Audible Shudder**All three men slowly move about the octagon, eyeing each other before Ryan and Mulligan seem to give a signal and charge at Connor. A flurry of punches and kicks assail Connor as he tries to defend himself, getting some punches of his own in on the pair but is quickly shoved back against the fencing before being pulled and irish whipped to the opposing side. Rebounding off, Mulligan hoists Connor up and drops him with a flapjack into the waiting foot of Ryan Blood who connects with a superkick. Connor slumps to the floor as Mulligan and Blood look over him.* JK: Ahh! Mackenzie getting ganged up on at the very start! Since when are Ryan Blood and Mulligan on the same page?!TH: I'm as surprised as you are here King. The two of them perhaps wanting to take a champ out of the equation early on.*As Mulligan rubs his hands together gleefully he hovers over Connor and prepares to reach down only to be pulled back by Blood. Blood goes to reach for Connor and is then pulled away by Mulligan forcefully. Both men nose to nose as they start to jaw at one another.* TH: So much for their uneasy alliance.JK: Can't say I'm surprised. Both of them want all that gold...I mean, those championships.*As Mulligan pokes Ryan in the chest he says something to him. Ryan looks down, then away from Mulligan before throwing an elbow that connects with the side of Mulligan's head. Stumbling back, Mulligan is then met with a discus clothesline that sends him to the mat forcefully. The thud sounding much firmer then that of any contact in a normal wrestling ring as Mulligan shakes his head groggily. Ryan moves over him, pointing emphatically before dropping to his knees to grab onto Mulligan's head and start bringing it up and down forcefully to connect with the floor.* JK: Whatever Mulligan said, Blood certainly didn't take kindly to it!*Pausing from his attack on Mulligan, Blood starts to get up, noticing Connor getting up to his feet with the aid of the fencing, his back to the pair. Grinning, Ryan backs up to the other side then runs for Connor and leaps into the air. As he comes down, Connor sidesteps out of the way at the last moment causing Ryan to collide with the fence. Slowly taking a step back from the contact Ryan is grabbed from behind and hoisted up by Connor who executes a german suplex.* TH: And now Mackenzie with some offense here on Ryan Blood. These two have no small amount of history between them.JK: Not to mention some bad blood.*As Ryan holds the back of his head on the floor, Connor moving to a stirring Mulligan and starts to get him to his feet. Lifting him up, Connor hits a pendulum backbreaker on Mulligan who winces from the contact as he drops back down, a hand moving to hold his back as Connor starts to his feet and grabs a hold of them. Looking out at the crowd he nods before starting to move a foot in between Mulligan's legs but is stopped as Mulligan grabs onto Connor's ankle and starts to fight him off. Pulling his leg down, Mulligan throws a hard right, then another that connect with Connor's head which forces him to release his grip on his down opponent. Taking a step back, Mulligan scurries to his knees and launches himself up, hitting a spear on Connor that drives the pair of them back into the fence. Mulligan maintains a grip around Connor's waist, a bit of spit on his chin as he starts to squeeze.* JK: Mulligan's got Mackenzie in a bearhug!*Connor tries to get leverage to get out of Mulligan's grip but Mulligan instead reinforces the hold and lets out a growl and continues to pin Connor against the fence.* TH: Not only that hold but the continues unrelenting pressure from that fencing are going to take it's toll on Mackenzie here!*As Connor continues to writhe and look for a means of escape he fails to see Ryan get to his feet. Seeing what is unfolding, Ryan rushes in and actually hops onto Mulligan's back before hitting Connor with an enzuiguri. Connor's body goes limp as Mulligan releases him and looks to see Ryan just as he sends a hard right into Mulligan's head. Rocking back, Mulligan comes back with a body shot as Ryan sends another right out. Both men exchanging blows furiously before Ryan sends out a hard gut kick that doubles Mulligan. As Mulligan steps back he is then latched onto as Ryan drops, hitting a jawbreaker. Mulligan lurches back, landing on the fencing as he clutches his jaw.* TH: And Ryan Blood seething it would seem at Mulligan's attempt to pry the win out of Connor Mackenzie.JK: Maybe when all is said and done Blood will thank Mulligan for softening Connor up?*Blood looks at his handiwork before grabbing Mulligan by the head. Heading for another section of fencing, Ryan throws Mulligan's head against it, holding him against the chain-linking face first before slowly trying to grind him into it, all the while yelling at Mulligan who writhes from the pain. As Ryan continues he fails to notice as Mulligan's leg lifts up, hitting him sharply in the groin, allowing Mulligan to escape his grip and lean against the fence while gently touching his face. Ryan meanwhile drops to his knees as his face is contorted in pain from the low blow. Looking at Ryan, Mulligan's face is red with both rage and from Ryan's earlier attack as he rushes him and sends a knee that sharply hits Ryan in the face. His head jerking back he is about to fall forward when Mulligan stops him and in a rush hooks the arms and hits a double arm ddt.* JK: That's one way to get revenge for having your face nearly turned into ground chuck.TH: This match showing it's sheer brutality, I'm just glad that there are no weapons involved.JK: Pfft! Like Mackenzie would use those anyway.*With Blood down, Mulligan shifts himself on the floor and positions Ryan's head in between his legs and cinches in a head vice. Ryan flails as Mulligan lets out a hardy, wide-eyed laugh but his expression quickly changes as a body flies out to hit a leg drop.* TH: Mackenzie with a springboard off of the fencing and comes down with the leg drop!JK: That's twice now that Mulligan has been stopped and each time he's looked as crazy as ever when he locks in a hold!TH: It looks like a car crash inside that Lion's Den, bodies strewn all over!*Connor gets himself to his feet, turning his attention to Ryan Blood as he remains laid out on the floor of the den, his body heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Connor takes up one of Ryan's legs, hooking in a half-boston crab.* JK: Wait! What's he doing?!*Twisting his body, Connor manages to position himself just enough and moves his knee to press down on Ryan's head as he maintains the hold. Ryan is wide-eyed as he tries to move with little success as Connor maintains the hold. Just as it looks like Ryan might be starting to waver Connor is hit from behind with a hard kick to his back. Wincing and letting go of Ryan he is frozen from the pain of the kick before Mulligan grabs a hold of him and brings Connor up to his feet. Hoisting Connor up he goes for a back drop but Connor rolls and lands on his feet behind Mulligan and latches on to hit a backcracker.* JK: Oh no!TH: Grip of the Dragon! Mackenzie trying for the Grip of the Dragon here!*As Mulligan tries to fight Connor off, Ryan Blood stumbles up to his feet and leaps up, and hits a double stomp onto Mulligan's chest with Connor underneath him. Both men are hit as Mulligan collapses onto Connor who can't get the hold locked in as Ryan collapses down beside them.* TH: While normally Blood would try to hit the neck on a man face down with that I think he may have just saved Mulligan from a far worse fate.JK: Yeah, but now all three of them are laid out!*Ryan slides himself along the floor, using his forearms to prop himself up as sweat drips from his face. Mulligan is on his side, arms crossed as he clutches his chest from Ryan's blow and Connor is slowly getting himself to his feet. Propping himself up, Ryan gets a foot under him as Connor does the same. Both men in a tie as they rise up to their feet. Eyeing each other, Connor is the first to react, sending a hard chop to Ryan's chest. Recoiling, Ryan then comes back with a hard elbow that rocks Connor back on his heels before shaking his head and coming back with another hard chop.* JK: Mackenzie looks like he's starting to get a little angry here Hoss. Those chops are fierce!*Ryan takes a step back but comes back once again with another hard elbow to the side of Connor's head. Connor is rocked but as he starts to lean forward he tries for another chop but Blood ducks and moves his arms to latch onto Mackenzie, hitting a ura-nage.* JK: Oh my god! Blood may have just killed Connor Mackenzie!*Connor is laid out as Ryan is sprawled out on the floor beside him. An almost sick grin starts to play on Ryan's lips as he slowly starts to get up once more, Connor's body limp and in a lump on the floor as Ryan rolls onto his stomach, eyeing his handiwork with approval in his eyes before looking out at the crowd.* TH: This is is getting almost to much to bear. These men are killing each other in there. Someone needs to end this!*Ryan gets up, dragging Connor along the floor towards the fence and hoists him up. Propping him up against it, Ryan slowly moves to the opposing side of the Lion's Den.* JK: Looks like Blood is getting ready for that signature splash of his.TH: Wait! Look! Mulligan is getting to his feet!*As Blood rushes and leaps into the air, Mulligan rushes in and intercepts him in mid-air, hitting a huge STO that flattens Ryan.* JK: Holy carp! I think Mulligan just killed Ryan Blood!*Ryan's body convulses as Mulligan takes a moment, breathing heavily but surveying the scene. Looking to his down opponent, Mulligan starts to get to his feet, almost looking punch drunk as he looks at Connor, then down at Ryan before looking back to Connor.* JK: Uh oh...Mulligan's thinking. I can smell his brain working in overdrive!TH: What must be going through Mulligan's head right now? What more can these men do to each other before one has to call it quits?*Grabbing onto Ryan's head, Mulligan takes hold of Ryan's hair and drags him up. Ryan's body is still limp as Mulligan strains to get him to his knees before double-underhooking Ryan's arms and forcing Ryan up. With Ryan at his feet, Mulligan lifts once more, lifting him up and sends him into Connor with a tiger bomb.* TH: Dear lord! Mulligan using Ryan Blood as a weapon!JK: When all else fails, improvise!*Ryan is slumped against Connor, both men seeming to be out for the moment as Mulligan breathes heavily and looks about before slowly seeming to get and idea and looks upward.* JK: Oh god Hoss. I think I smell smoke now! He's thinking of something again!*Mulligan moves to the fence and grabs hold, willing himself to climb up towards the platform above the Lion's Den. Getting to it, Mulligan gets to his feet and sees both Ryan and Connor still laying against the fencing. Looking around, almost anxiously he gets a run, then leaps out. Flying through the air he crashes into them, the section of fencing giving way as all three men fall through and onto the floor from Mulligan's running double-knee.* JK: OH MY GOD! NOW THEY'RE DEAD!TH: BAH GAWD MULLIGAN HAS BROKEN THE LION'S DEN! ALL THREE MEN ARE ON THE OUTSIDE NOW!*The referee's are beside themselves as all three competitors are sprawled out as Ryan and Connor convulse and Mulligan lays motionless with a gash now on his forehead. As the refs check on all three men, Mulligan slowly moves a hand.* TH: Impossible! Mulligan is moving! He just put two men through a chain-link fence with his own body and somehow he is still moving!*Ryan and Connor slowly start to stir, each man showing signs of the pain wracking their bodies from the match but not giving any indication of giving in as the refs are unable to make any call for the match to stop as Mulligan clutches the shirt of Spud Verne Johnson and looks up before slowly releasing him. As Mulligan's face is shown, a trickle of blood slowly starts to drip down along the side of his face, avoiding his eye by the narrowest of margins. Struggling to find the energy to get himself up he begins to crawl towards Ryan Blood who is now holding his chest from the impact and slowly rolling to his side. Connor now showing some signs of life as he holds a hand to his head, eyes blinking open a bit as he brings a leg up to start trying to get himself moving.* JK: O.K. I was wrong...all three of them are crazy. Nuts. Wacko. You name it, they are it. I can't believe they are even still capable of breathing let along moving at this point. What is it going to take, Gorilla?TH: I'm with you King. I am utterly beside myself with this display. All three of these men have given it all. I don't know how they can continue but one thing is for sure. None of them want to leave here without those belts.*As Mulligan claws his way to all fours, Ryan is nearly in the same position. Connor slowly rolls and somehow wills his feet under him before rising up, nearly toppling over before seeing Mulligan start to get to his own feet. As Ryan is on hands and knees, Connor takes a step, then another before getting a head of steam and uses the downed Ryan to leap off and hit a dropkick just as Mulligan gets his feet under him. The dropkick sending him back first into a steel bar that was used for the securing of the fence. Writhing and arching his back, Mulligan drops onto his knees as he roars in pain. Connor is laying on his back but starts to move as Ryan has been pushed back onto his stomach from Connor's use of him as a vault.* JK: How does he do it? How does Mackenzie do it?!TH: Over these months, these years, we have seen Connor Mackenzie training, competing in multiple matches. All this time we thought perhaps he was being run ragged but now that we see it, he might just be in the best shape of his life.*Getting a knee under him, Connor starts to rise as Mulligan continues to nurse his back, blood now dripping onto his shoulder and chest as Connor rears back and lays a chop into Mulligan before taking him by the head and starting back into the Lion's Den. Once inside, Connor lifts Mulligan's head up then wraps his arms around him to hit and inverted atomic drop. Nearly toppled, Mulligan looks nearly ready to fall as Connor swiftly moves around his opponent, wrapping an arm around his front before bringing him down in a dragon sleeper.* TH: Mackenzie with a dragon sleeper! This could be it! It could be all over!*Mulligan flails as Connor wrenches back on him but doesn't notice as Ryan Blood comes back into the Lion's Den. Rather then moving to stop the hold, Blood moves to Mulligan's feet and takes hold of one of them then twists to lock in a figure four.* JK: Not if Ryan Blood has anything to say about it!*Connor finally takes notice of Blood who is straining on Mulligan's legs. Referee Lloyd McFloyd enters through the hole in the fence as Mulligan continues to struggle against both men. Both Ryan and Connor let out yells as Mulligan can't hold out and starts to tap the floor with his free hand but Lloyd McFloyd shakes his head as both Blood and Mackenzie look at him.* JK: Oh my god! He's tapping! Mulligan is tapping but Lloyd McFloyd doesn't know what to do!TH: Boiler Room Brawler said he wanted one man to win this match so the titles could be combined! That must mean we can't have a draw or tie! No wonder the referees couldn't stop the match!*As Connor continues to hold on he looks to Ryan Blood who looks back at him and raises a hand then gives Connor a one-fingered salute as Mulligan slowly starts to appear to be losing consciousness. Mulligan's arm droops down, no longer able to tap as Connor and Ryan both start to release him. Scrambling to his feet, Ryan meets Connor who is just getting into a full standing position before hitting an elbow. Connor is spun from the blow and Ryan quickly moves to wrap his arms around Connor's gut. Letting out a triumphant yell, Ryan lifts Connor up to hit a german suplex but as he brings Connor up, Connor rolls out of it and lands on his feet. Turning, he latches onto Ryan instead and drops Ryan's back onto his knees before wrapping his legs around Ryan's torso and puts him into a dragon sleeper.* TH: Grip of the Dragon! Grip of the Dragon on Ryan Blood! Mackenzie's got him locked in!*Ryan's arms swing around wildly as Connor pulls back, not letting Ryan move as Connor's legs constrict around his ribs, Connor's arm wrenching Ryan's head back hard as Connor lets out the loudest yell he ever has in the FAWA. A moment later, arm having been flailing Ryan slowly moves to tap on Connor's shoulder.* TH: He did it! Ryan Blood just tapped to the Dragon's Grip!*Relinquishing the hold as Lloyd McFloyd calls for a break up, Connor falls back onto the floor of the Lion's Den as Ryan falls to his side holding his throat and coughing.* MM: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION AND STILL INTER-FORUMS CHAMPION...AND NEEEEEWWWW FREAKIN' AWESOME CHAMPION, THE DIGITAL DRAGON CONNOR MACKENZIE!TH: He made it! Connor Mackenzie did it! He’s the last Interforums and Freakin’ Awesome Champion – He’s the first FAN Forums Champion! JK: All glory has gone to that blasted Digital Dragon yet again. Blood is time tested against him, so what happened? TH: The Year of the Dragon may have come a year too late, but it is here now. It is official! JK: There’s no way this sits well with Orange Lantern Mulligan. When he comes to, there might be hell to pay. TH: A killer match and the winner took all. Wheel of Misfortune is surely one for the ages already and there is so much more to go. Let’s catch up with the Tag Team Championship…TH: No the movie has gotten a hold of Hayden! JK: Seth Drakin and Michel Hayden have both gone insane. Two of FAWA’s best have fallen victim to this god forsaken match. TH: I just want it to end! Let them go! They are going insane! TH: Our world champion was just walking and clucking like a chicken… JK: Yep. The Twilight movies will do that type of stuff to you. I once saw a man try to run right through a wall because he was watching it TH: More likely he was just trying to escape TH: There goes Aaron. Though He still seems to be better off then Seth or Hayden when they went crazy JK: Looks like. The head detective would not allow something like Twilight to melt his brain that much. TH: Seems so TH: This could be it King! Your favorite ant looks like his mind is mush at this point. JK: Well if his mind is mush he can’t say I quit can he? TH: I know one of those phrases must mean that he wants to quit JK: I find that had to believe TH: Well Seth came in at the perfect time. Saving misc from what seemed like the end. JK: Misc was going bonkers at that point. I would not be surprised if Seth did not do that the match would over TH: It’s very possible.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 11, 2013 5:46:47 GMT -5
BEST OF SEVEN MATCH SEVENANTIHERO VERSUS SCOTT MARTIN [/font] [/div] MM: The Wheel of Misfortune has been spun. The following match, the final in the Best of Seven series, will be a LEGO Death Match. Large containers of LEGO pieces will be placed ringside for the contestants to use as weapons. The match is for one fall. Introducing the first contestant…JK: This looks like it could be just as astounding as their match on Niteraw was with this stipulation, and I'm thinking history is going to repeat itself Gorilla!MM: Ladies and Gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following is the final match in a Best of Seven Series, and it is a Lego Death Match! Bins of Lego objects will be scattered around and inside the ring to be used as weapons!
MM: Introducing first, from Society's Worst Nightmares, he has won three matches in the Best of Seven Series, ANTIHERO! *Antihero walks down the ramp, interacting with the fans.*
*Antihero rolls into the ring and then stands on the top turnbuckle showing the fans his wrist tape which says on the left hand Never Forgive and Never Forget on the right.*
*Antihero enters the ring ready for the final showdown with Martin*
TH: Over the last few weeks, Antihero has managed to pull off one of the all-time comebacks here in FAWA, winning 2 must-win matches in a row to force this final match! JK: You know how the Celtics' season ended Tim? I think that's exactly how this is gonna go down.
*The AwesomeTron lights up, and Scott Martin appears on the screen. The boos have already begun when he starts to speak*
*He pauses. Distinct chants of NEW YORK YANKEES! can be heard in the crowd*
*The crowd doesn't play along, but continue to boo*
MM: And his opponent, from Beverly, Massachusetts, weighing in at 215 pounds, he has won three matches in the Best of Seven Series, SCOTT MARTIN!
*Black and green lights flash through the ring. When the chorus kicks in, Scott Martin makes his way onto the stage and flips his hood up. He taunts the FAWA Galaxy on the way to the ring.*
*When Martin gets to the ring, he jumps over the ropes. He gets up onto the turnbuckle and says WHAT'S MY NAME? before jumping back down.* *Scott begins staring down his rival intently*
JK: This is the single biggest match of this young man's career, and he needs to be the Scott that won those three matches, not the one that lost those two! TH: Yeah Jesse, but Martin's confidence has got to be sinking somewhat. He thought he had this series locked up, but Antihero managed to keep it alive against all odds! JK: Lloyd McFloyd is keeping a close eye on this one, and here we go!
*The referee calls for the bell and this match is underway!
*Both men lock up before Antihero breaks away*
TH: And an early lockup. These men feeling each other out, though given how many times they've faced each other over the weeks, that seems a bit redundant.
*Antihero charges Martin who moves causing him to go to the apron*
TH: And Anti keeping his ground. You cannot afford to get sloppy against this rookie. JK: Ain't that the truth? Martin is one of the most promising rookies to around in months, and he's been showing it all series long!
*Martin tries to base ball slide him off but Antihero sling shots back into the ring*
JK: Martin tried to gain an advantage there, but Anti came up with a nice counter. TH: Now it may be Martin who needs to be warned. Antihero has the experience advantage, and Scott will need to stay on his toes at all times tonight.
*Antihero goes for a tope but Martin cracks him with a thin green sheet of Legos in the head*
TH: And as he has been wont to do, Martin takes advantage of the stipulation first! JK: Good strategy, very solid strategy. Now we need to see if it'll pay off in the long run.
*Martin whips him through a large green sheet Lego*
TH: Martin staying on the offensive, using those weapons to their absolute fullest potential. JK: It's been keeping him on top of this match so far, that's for sure. But you have to remember that this is the early going, and momentum can change in an instant!
*Martin sets up a sheet Lego between the apron and the ring*
JK: Scott's got something devious in mind here. I like the way this kid thinks.
*Anti hits him with a Lego car!*
TH: And from nowhere, Antihero takes the fight back to Martin! JK: I think Scott might've taken too much time to set up the sheet there, and he's about to pay for it!
*Anti tries for a deadlift Dragon Suplex through the sheet!*
TH: Anti about to make him pay!
*Martin hits the back elbow*
JK: No! Quick thinking from Martin to get that reversal!
*Martin charges Antihero who drop toeholds Martin into a bin of Legos*
TH: And while that certainly must have hurt, those goggles must have gone a long way in deadening the pain there. JK: He thinks about these things Gorilla! That's why I think he's coming out on top!
*Antihero hits a backfist to the back of Martin's head*
TH: And Antihero goes for the area that isn't protected, smart thinking there.
*Antihero finds a Lego studded glove in the bin*
JK: Looks like Antihero is about to take this to the extreme...
*Antihero rips the goggles off...*
TH: And Martin's face is exposed for the first time! Antihero needs to capitalize! JK: Oh no! Those eyes are probably protected for a reason, and Antihero is about to exploit it!
*Backfist with the studded glove!*
JK: Oh no! Right to that uncovered face! TH: Martin just got cracked right across the face! What a backfist from Anti!
*1-2-
*Martin kicks out!*
JK: And Martin finds the way out of that cover.
*Antihero goes to the floor and gets a bucket of Legos which he pours out in the ring*
TH: I'm not sure I like this move here. Those Legos are the equivalent of thumbtacks in this match, and thumbtacks almost always end up biting the user in the back. JK: That's exactly what I hope is happening here Tim.
*Spear by Martin into the pile!!*
TH: Aw I knew this would happen! Credit to Martin for taking advantage, but Anti might have jinxed himself there.
*1-2- Anti kicks out!*
JK: Anti not letting that stop him. Credit where credit is due, I've grown to respect Anti's talents over this series.
*Martin nails a diving European Uppercut!!*
TH: Martin not letting him get any breathing room here! That might be what he needs to win this.
*1-2- Again Anti gets the shoulder up!*
TH: A second kickout by Antihero!
*Martin goes for a Drive By Kick but Antihero dodges and hits a left hook with the studded glove!*
TH: That might be a knockout blow! Martin just went down like a sack of bricks! JK: I heard that shot from out here. I can only imagine how that must have felt!
*1-2- Martin kicks out*
TH: And Martin showing that although he's new, he's as tough a customer as anyone in FAWA! JK: That's what I like about this kid Gorilla! He takes a licking and he keeps on ticking!
*Antihero grabs Martin by the hand and goes up to the top rope Old School style*
TH: Looks like Anti is looking for Break Your Freakin' Arm. Martin is in a world of trouble if he locks it in!
*Martin pulls him down into the Legos!*
JK: Oh man! What a crash into those Legos! TH: And Martin setting up on the turnbuckle, looking for Remember the Name!
*Martin goes up top...
*Moonsault- Anti rolls out just in time causing Martin to land on the Legos hard*
JK: Oh my God! Scott just planted himself on those Legos! TH: It could be all over. Antihero's going into the cover.
*Inside cradle 1-2- Martin kicks out*
TH: And once again, Martin kicks out against all odds!
*Deadlift Dragon Suplex onto the Legos!*
JK: Holy crap! Deadlift Dragon Suplex on those Legos. Martin might be out! TH: That had to do a lot of damage there Jesse! And it doesn't look like he's done yet!
*Full Nelson lungblower!
*1-2- Kick out!*
TH: What a show of resilience from Martin! He is in Refuse to Lose mode tonight and its showing!
*Antihero can't believe this!*
*Martin returns with a jumping DDT on the Legos!*
JK: Antihero took his eye off the ball and he paid the price!
*1-2- Antihero kicks out!*
TH: Kickout at the last second from Antihero! Martin has got to be wondering what he's gotta do to win this.
*Martin gets a Lego house in the ring*
JK: I'm beginning to get a serious sense of deja vu Gorilla.
*Namemaker through the house!
*The crowd has fallen dead silent!*
TH: Name Maker through that house! JK: I knew it! Name Maker through the house just like last time! This one's all over!
*Scott covers
*1-2-
*ANTIHERO KICKS OUT!!!*
TH: BAH GAWD! ANTIHERO, WITH WHAT MIGHT'VE BEEN THE LAST OF HIS STRENGTH, KICKED OUT! JK: This is unbelievable!
*The crowd absolutely explodes! Martin can't believe it he's arguing the count!*
TH: Doesn't look like Martin can believe it either King. He's arguing that count, but I don't think that's ever worked.
*Martin takes him over to the apron for a Namemaker through the sheet Lego*
TH: Anti just barely kicked out of that last Name Maker, but a second might be fatal! JK: I think he's gonna do it Gorilla! The fat lady is signing!
*Anti counters into an anti Climax right through it to the floor!*
TH: Hold that fat lady Jesse! An Anticlimax, off the apron, through that sheet Lego and to the floor! JK: Insane! Absolutely insane!
*Anti rolls Martin in
*1-2-
*MARTIN KICKS OUT!!*
TH: BY GOD! MARTIN KICKING OUT THROUGH SHEER DETERMINATION THERE! JK: That's what I've been saying Gorilla! You can never, and I mean EVER count Scott Martin out of a match! Especially when the stakes are this high!
THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
JK: I can't help but agree Gorilla. This match has been amazing! TH: And these fans know it Jesse! Win or lose, both men are gaining the respect of this crowd!
*Neither man has returned to their feet yet*
TH: This could come down to whomever gets to their feet first...
*Martin and Antihero crawl over to each other on hands and knees*
JK: Well nobodies gotten to their feet yet so... draw?
*They appear to be trash talking before throwing forearms at one another*
TH: And they're trading shots. Both men have to be absolutely exhausted!
*The two return to their feet Martin with the Roundhouse kick Antihero is down again!*
TH: Martin with that huge kick out of nowhere! Anti is a sitting duck! JK: Martin has to take advantage right now Hoss.
*Moonsault off the top this time it connects!*
JK: REMEMBER THE NAME! HE GOT HIM! TH: And that might be the straw that breaks the camel's back for Antihero.
*1-2-
*the shoulder pops up!*
JK: NO! HOW'D HE KICK OUT OF THAT?! TH: My thoughts exactly Jesse! Antihero is just refusing to stay down!
*Martin picks up Antihero and takes him into the corner
*Anti punches Martin with the studded glove*
TH: And a punch to the face from out of nowhere. Antihero must capitalize on this now!
*Old school rope walk!
*Break Your Freakin Arm!!!*
TH: Break Your Freakin' Arm! He's got it in and it could be curtains for Martin!
*Martin Ropewalks from his back into a pinning combination
*1-2- Anti kicks out*
TH: Outstanding show of athleticism from Martin, and he very nearly catches Antihero! JK: Martin needs to hit a home run soon, or he might not be able to get Anti down!
*Martin counters into a guillotine choke!*
TH: And Martin counters with a submission of his own! Guillotine locked in!
*Antihero's fading*
JK: Anti sinking to his knees. I think this is over Tim!
*Arm drops once
*twice*
TH: I think it's done Jesse.
*Anti stops it the third time!*
JK: How on earth is he still conscious? TH: He's in no surrender mode Jesse! He's not giving up, even if it takes a few years off his career!
*Anti stands up!
*Northern lights Suplex into the Legos!*
TH: MY GOD! JK: Just everything about his upper body has to be screaming out in pain! Scott might be a goner here.
*1-2- another near fall!*
TH: He kicked out! He kicked out! JK: We might have a contender for Match of the Year on our hands here Gorilla!
*Martin goes for 5150!*
TH: Martin has got to hit this move. This is the last shot in his arsenal, but it's insanely effective!
*Antihero floats over!
*Stinger Kick!!!*
JK: NO! TH: STINGER KICK! MARTIN IS DOWN AND ANTI'S GOING FOR THE COVER!
*1-2-3!!!*
TH: HE DID IT! THE SERIES IS OVER, AND ANTIHERO HAS WON!
MM: The winner of this match, and the Best of Seven Series, ANTIHERO!
*Antihero asks for a mic.*
AH: I said at the beginning of this series if you wanted me to remember your name you should make it worth remembering. Do you remember that?
Well Scott Martin, After tonight I don't think anyone will forget your name anytime soon. I think Scott Martin is a very important name to remember now. Because I guarantee you will be a champion someday.
And at the very least you've earned the respect of a two time Freakin Awesome Champion!
*Anti raises Scott Martin's hand before leaving the ring.*
TH: And a show of respect from Antihero. Martin's gotta be kicking himself for losing this, but this might take a bit of the pain out of that loss. JK: Hopefully he doesn't dwell on this for too long. From what we've seen in this series, Scott Martin has all the makings of a future world champion. TH: But as Antihero proved, he's still got a ways to go. JK: Let’s check back in with the Tag Team Championship match. It’s gotta be winding down to the wire.
TH: It’s been half an hour since the last tag. Do you think either will make one anytime soon JK: The ways that Hayden and Misc exited I think both Seth and Aaron know that they have to finish this one of their own. TH: Seth was fine after taking a break. I am sure the same could be said for the other two. JK: Probably. But do either look like they have the mental capabilities to think like that? TH: No, not really
TH: All manner of madness has happened since we last checked in. What are the odds we make it through all of the movies? JK: Slim to none pretty much TH: Have to agree. I am already impressed by this showing. A real testament to how much everyone wants the tag team titles JK: A true display of warrior’s courage in the modern day.
TH: COME ON AARON! Just a few more feet and Hayden will be tagged in!
JK: This is intense Hoss! Aaron has been in there for an over an hour!
TH: All he has to do is make the exit King. Once he does it will be Michel Hayden’s turn, who has had plenty of time to rest.
TH: NO! Aaron was so close! Just a few more feet and he would have made the tag JK: Smart move by Seth, dragging Aaron back in. If that tag is made this match would continue. Something Seth can’t risk
MM: YOUR WINNERS AND NEEEEEEEW FAWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! SETH DRAKING AND MISCREANT!
JK: NEW CHAMPIONS! NEW CHAMPIONS! TH: I am not in the mood for celebrating. Not because those two disgust me. But because this match does not deserve any celebration what so ever.
JK: Almost three hours of Twilight. All four of these men should be proud. TH: With Seth and Misc being new champions I wonder what teams will step up to take the titles from them. I wonder if Edward and Jacob would make a good team? JK: What did you just say!? TH: uh nothing.... It seems both Seth and Aaron are taking trips to the medical bay. Does this affect the world title match later? JK: It has to. Hayden and Drakin have been through so much. Then they have to face off in that triple threat with Gus, who is completely fresh!
TH: The triple threat is later tonight. Who knows what will be in store. JK: Either way. Both these men are ready. Both want to walk out with the biggest prize in all of FAWA. TH: And good luck to them. As Wheel of Misfortune continues with the Main Event!
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 11, 2013 5:48:25 GMT -5
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIPSETH DRAKIN VERSUS GUS RICHLEN VERSUS MICHAEL HAYDEN MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match is our main event of the evening and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first the contestants…*Seth Drakin comes to the ring bearing his new Tag Team Championship belt. Despite his recent victory, he has a very obvious thousand yard stare in his eyes as he completely disregards the fans and every member of the staff at ringside.* *Drakin rolls into the ring and has doesn’t seem to care about what is going on at all as he passively hands off the Tag Title belt and tries to shake his head back into the game…* *Fog floods the arena from the ramp to the stands. The camera then shows Richlen sitting in the nosebleeds, head lowered, cane in hand. He then lifts his head, stands, and walks to the ring, pausing along the way to sweep the cane over the fans that have supported him ever since he came to FAWA.* *The arena once again flashes blue and white as the opening sounds of The Ambassador ring out. As the lyrics kick in, Michael Hayden emerges, his head tilted down as he doesn’t look at the crowd.* *Hayden exhaustedly makes his way to the ring, also with a thousand yard stare in his eyes.* *As Hayden gets to the ring, the music slows a bit as he rolls into the ring. He half-heartedly holds up the World Heavyweight Championship belt before also passively handing it off to the referee. Hayden then sits cross-legged and rocks back and forth. Gus stares daggers at him while Seth touches the stitches on his forehead.* MM: Introducing the contestants of this main event match.
Standing in the ring tonight and still weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds, he is one half of the NEW FAWA Tag Team Champions: Seth Drakin!*Drakin raises one arm, his teeth gritted, but a slight smirk crosses his face as he looks at Hayden.* MM: The second contestant: from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing one hundred and eighty seven pounds: he is the Predator Knight Gus Richlen! *Gus runs to a corner, hops to the turnbuckle, yells out to the crowd, then backflips off of it.* MM: And sitting in this very ring, from Santa Monica Boulevard in Hollywood, California, weighing he is your 2013 Lord of the Ring, your Freakin’ Awesome Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion: Hollywood’s Own Michael. Hayden! *Hayden stops rocking and slams his fists to the mat and stands up, shouting out to the crowd.* MM: And now, for the final spin of the Wheel of Misfortune, here is the FAWA Majority Shareholder and CEO, Boiler Room Brawler! MM: As per the spin of the Wheel of Misfortune, tonight’s World Heavyweight Match will be an I Respect You Match. Contestants will wrestle until one of them concedes defeat by uttering I Respect You to their opponent. DING! DING! DING! *Richlen immediately takes his cane and charges at the already battered Michael Hayden! Hayden tries to dodge the cane shot, but hasn't yet fully recovered from the tag match and gets hit full in the face. He falls onto his back and Richlen starts smashing the cane into him over and over in a rage!* TH: At the risk of stating the obvious, Gus Richlen absolutely despises Michael Hayden!JK: I'm not sure what to think of Richlen any more to be honest with you, Gorilla.TH: Of course, there's a third man in this match, and he's about to make his presence known!*Seth Drakin advances on Richlen, but Gus sees Drakin out of the corner of his eye and hits him with a spear! Then Richlen rolls to the outside and pulls a sledgehammer out from under the ring...* JK: Somebody's gonna get their wig split!*Richlen back into the ring now and goes to smash the sledgehammer into Hayden's skull--Hayden just barely rolls out of the way! As Richlen spins around, Hayden is able to fire off a stiff Shotei that sends him stumbling into the corner, right before Hayden sinks to one knee from exhaustion* TH: I was critical of Michael Hayden on the night he won the World Heavyweight Championship--and truthfully, in retrospect I don't understand why I said some of the things I did--but even if you find fault with some of his behaviour, the one thing that you cannot deny is that he knows how to wrestle, and he knows how to fight. A perfectly executed palm strike there, or shotei.JK: What about the other guys in there?TH: Richlen and Drakin are both former world champions, Jess, and they wouldn't be able to make that claim if they weren't tough as nails, able to dish out punishment as well as take it!*Richlen shakes off the effects of the Shotei and goes after Hayden again, but is blindsided by a Seth Drakin clothesline! Richlen is down, Hayden is almost up, but Drakin grabs the champion and hits him with a thunderous belly-to-belly suplex!* TH: Seth Drakin showing that he's still got some stamina left, even after that hellacious tag team match he wrestled earlier.JK: He's already won one title tonight, and now we might see him win another!*Seth grabs the microphone from Will Alphonzo and speaks into it* DRAKIN: MiscreANT, if you see anything fun lying around back to use on these losers, would you be so kind as to bring it on down here? Thanks!TH: Oh, that's not good...JK: Hey, there's only so much stuff under the ring, Gorilla, and a lot of it's no good for hurting your fellow man!*Drakin delivers a hard STOMP to the crotch of Michael Hayden, and then does the same to Gus Richlen!* TH: Seth Drakin hitting his opponents where it REALLY hurts!JK: That's only fun if you're the one doing it instead of the one taking it. Well, I could say that about most moves, really, but it applies double here!*Drakin picks Richlen up and body slams him on top of Hayden! Seth's breathing hard now, though, so he backs up and leans against the ropes, admiring his handiwork* TH: And the exertion finally catching up with Drakin!JK: This is marathon, Gorilla. A marathon of violence!*Seth climbs out of the ring and starts digging around underneath it, but stops and smiles when he sees MiscreANT on the ramp, heading to the ring and carrying a large bag. MiscreANT gets to ringside and sets it down, but a second later he's blindsided by Marshall Wesley Coventry barreling down the ramp and taking him off his feet with a lariat!* TH: Marshall Wesley Coventry down to the ring to help out his brother, Gus Richlen! Richlen might end up with bagful of weapons here!*Seth is too tired to go after Coventry. Coventry picks up the bag and goes to hand it to his brother, but a second later he is hit from behind by a charging Aaron Enigma!* JK: The other half of the Hollywood Enigmas is down here now, trying to make sure that his tag partner gets ahold of that bag, whatever's in it!*Now Enigma goes for the bag, but MiscreANT is up and stops him with a running knee! Aaron and Misc begin brawling, with Coventry getting up and joining in about a dozen seconds later! The three associates of the three competitors fight all the way up the ramp and to the back as, meanwhile, Richlen has gotten to his feet and grabbed the mic. Richlen blasts Hayden in the face with the handle of the microphone!* RICHLEN: Hayden you sonofabitch, for once in your life you are going to show me respect! You are going to tell me that you respect me like you should have long ago! You're a disgrace to this business, Hayden! You don't deserve to hold that title! You have NO fans! You're--*Hayden suddenly fires a hand up to strike Richlen in the throat, cutting him off as he gasps for breath! Hayden struggles to pull himself to his feet, and manages to grab the mic from the coughing and gasping Gus Richlen as he does* HAYDEN: Don't you ever SHUT UP?! You're going to continue to cling to your delusion that I'm the spawn of Satan or whatever until your dying day, aren't you? No matter how I act, you keep going on and on and ON about it!*Hayden punctuates this by charging at Richlen and hitting RONALDO TRÉS!!* TH: Michael Hayden with that sliding single leg dropkick to a kneeling Gus Richlen! And you know something? He has a point. We haven't seen Hayden do anything truly despicable in a long time. In fact, I'd say he's actually been more polite to Gus Richlen than vice versa, despite all the bad blood between them!JK: Oh please. Being nice never got anybody anything. *Hayden continues...* HAYDEN: I could deal with that Gus, if you acknowledged that I've proven I'm as good as anybody who's held this title before! If you acknowledged my talent as a wrestler! But you don't even do that! So I'm going to beat the hell out of you like never before, and I'm going to enjoy it!*As Gus begins to get up, Hayden blasts him with a Regality!* TH: The Regality from Hayden, that hard running knee strike! Gus Richlen has to be seeing stars right now!JK: Either that or everything went black!HAYDEN: Oh and another thing--*Hayden suddenly drops the mic and hits a suicide dive to the outside that knocks over Seth Drakin!* TH: Hayden shifting targets! Drakin was getting a lot of rest for a while there, but focusing on just one man in a match like this is a recipe for defeat!JK: Maybe you're right, but now he has to make sure he doesn't focus on Drakin too much if he wants to win it!*Hayden picks himself up a little quicker than Seth, goes for an Omega-Plex--Seth counters it into a snapmare takeover and drops a fist into Hayden's face!* TH: Hayden attempting a half-nelson suplex--the Omega-Plex as he calls it--on the floor, but Drakin turning the tide!JK: I'd say that Seth had bad intentions right now, but then I'd be saying obvious things!*Seth picks Hayden up, slings him over his shoulder and goes to slam him into the ringpost, but Hayden slips off his back and gives him a shove, sending him facefirst into the steel!* JK: Aw damn, I wanted to see that!TH: And the tide shifting back in Hayden's favour, if he can capitalize on this!JK: That tide you're talking about just can't make up its mind, can it?*As Drakin sinks to the floor, Hayden goes after him again--only to get cut off by a baseball slide from Richlen that sends him crashing into the ringside barrier! Richlen snatches a beer bottle out of the hand of a fan wearing a Hollywood's Own t-shirt, breaks it over the guardrail, and slices into Hayden's chest with the jagged edge!* TH: BAH GAWD, HAYDEN HAS BEEN CUT WIDE OPEN!JK: I'm sure that Seth Drakin's happy Richlen interfered just then! Now he gets to rest some more.*Hayden lets out a pained scream as the glass tears into his flesh, but doesn't say anything coherent. Richlen smashes the remains of the bottle over Hayden's head, knocking him senseless and sending him to the floor! Nearby, Seth Drakin has gotten back to his feet, but isn't doing anything except watching the other two wrestlers in what appears to be amusement* RICHLEN: SAY YOU RESPECT ME, DAMN IT! YOU'RE NOTHING, HAYDEN! YOU'RE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME, AND YOU WILL SHOW ME THE RESPECT I DESERVE!!! YOU ARE NOT IN THE SAME LEAGUE AS OTHER WORLD CHAMPIONS! YOU'RE A FAILURE! YOU'RE A LOSER! YOU HAVEN'T PROVED YOURSELF LIKE ME! TH: Richlen has snapped! You know something? This is a respect match, and on that subject I have to say: even if you think somebody's disrespected you, constantly talking about how pathetic they are is not a good way to make them start respecting you!JK: Whatever, Gorilla. At any rate, I'm sure that Seth Drakin's happy Richlen interfered just then! Now he gets to rest some more.*Richlen kicks the groggy Hayden in the face, then grabs a steel chair and smashes it into Hayden's back!* RICHLEN: I'M THE GOOD GUY HERE! I'M THESE PEOPLE'S HERO! YOU'RE THE ONE THEY HATE! SAY IT!*Richlen roughly shoves the microphone into Hayden's face...finally Hayden starts to say something...* HAYDEN: I....used to respect you...*Richlen flies into a rage at this, and starts unloading on Hayden with punch after punch after punch!* TH: He's like a madman!*Richlen grabs Hayden by the foot and drags him over to the announce table...puts him on top of the table, gets up there himself....* TH: Not ANOTHER table! Better give them some space, King!JK: Those poor tv monitors! Nobody's even bothered to move them like usual!*Richlen picks Hayden up and goes for a Dragonslayer through the announce table--but with a burst of energy seemingly out of nowhere, Hayden escapes his opponent's grasp as he's lifted up, lands on his feet on the table behind him...and hits Death From Above! Richlen crumples to the announce table and lies motionless, and Hayden collapses over the other end of the table, similarly unmoving* TH: DEATH FROM ABOVE! DEATH FROM ABOVE SAVING MICHAEL HAYDEN!JK: That sounded like a TRUCK hitting Richlen!TH: If this were a normal match, that would probably be enough to get a three count, but Hayden can't win that way here!*Seth Drakin now makes his move, charging at the announce table and going right after Hayden with a lead pipe he's retrieved from the bag! Drakin brings the pipe down onto Hayden's spine with all of his might, drawing an agonized cry from the champion! Drakin smashes the pipe into his spine again! And another time! And then he picks up the discarded mic...* DRAKIN: Awww, aren't you two adorable, bickering like an old married couple!TH: Drakin, like the snake he is, waiting until both of his opponents were helpless before striking, and striking without mercy!JK: Snakes get a bad rap if you ask me, Gorilla.*Drakin drags Hayden off of the announce table and throws him into the ring. Seth follows him in and lifts him up for a big spinebuster!* DRAKIN: Now kid, you can say you respect me right now, or things are going to get a lot more painful for you very fast! Whaddayasay?*Drakin puts the mic in Hayden's face* HAYDEN: *cough* Go to...hell...*Seth shrugs, smiles and delivers a hard stomp to Hayden's back! He goes to get his bag again and, reaching in, produces a bag full of thumbtacks, which he pours all over the mat* TH: Thumbtacks! Practically a staple of matches like this!JK: Should've said you respected him, Hayden!*Drakin pulls Hayden up, lifts him up for a powerbomb--and while he's on Drakin's shoulders, Hayden catches him in The End! Drakin's pulled down to the mat by Hayden and is flailing and thrashing in the hold, trying to get free! Fortunately for Hayden, he lands on a part of the mat not covered in thumbtacks. He keeps the hold locked on, refusing to let go!* JK: Where the hell did that come from?!TH: Hayden apparently has just enough life left in him to lock on that gogoplata, The End! And it could be the end for Seth here!*Suddenly Richlen charges into the ring and drops a leg across Hayden's throat! Stunned, Hayden releases the hold, and Drakin slumps to the mat, still suffering from the effects of the triangle choke. Richlen drags Hayden over to the thumbtacks and holds his face inches above them, slapping the world champion to make him come around* RICHLEN: Say you respect me, Hayden, or I'll feed these thumbtacks to you one by one!HAYDEN: I...I...TH: Is he going to say it?HAYDEN: ...SURPRISE!*Right as he says that, Hayden elbows Richlen hard in the face! Richlen is stunned, and Hayden pushes himself to his feet to quickly catch Richlen from behind and hit him with the Trilogy of dragon suplexes! Richlen is down, and Hayden once again collapses from the energy expended, the beating he's taken over the course of the night, and undoubtedly loss of blood as it continues to flow from his open wound* TH: Evidently the time between getting hit with that leg drop and Richlen waiting for him to say the words was just enough for Hayden to recover some!JK: But he looks like he's finished now, Gorilla!*As luck would have it, Hayden lands close enough to the mic to grab it and talk into it while lying there* HAYDEN: You...you moron...you just want to beat the hell out of me and...you've forgotten...all about Drakin...let him just rest up...while you were just...going after me...is that what you want...Gus? You really want....Seth...to win this?*Hayden is suddenly roughly yanked to his feet and drilled into the mat with a DDT! His attacker grabs the mic and says...* DRAKIN: [doing his best Gus Richlen impression] Yes Michael Hayden, I do want Seth to win this, because he's my bestest friend in the whoooole world!TH: Oh no...*Drakin pulls a pair of handcuffs out of the bag and cuffs Hayden to the bottom rope by one arm. He stands up and turns around--right into a jumping roundhouse kick to the face by Richlen!* TH: What a kick by Richlen! Going after Drakin now is the smart thing to do, no matter how much he hates Hayden!JK: Sure Gorilla, but is it too little, too late?*Drakin is wobbling, but not falling just yet, until Richlen hits him with a reverse STO that drills his face into the mat! Richlen waits for Drakin to start getting up, and then runs and blasts him with the Schwinn Smash!* TH: The Schwinn Smash bicicyle kick from Richlen knocking Seth into next week, and it looks like...he's going for...*Richlen picks Seth up and locks on the Nightmare Express!* TH: The Nightmare Express! This is the move he used to win his first title defense as world champion, against Aaron Enigma!JK: But is he gonna get the same result here?*Suddenly Seth shoves backward with all of his might, sending Richlen into the turnbuckles back-first, to get sandwiched between all of Seth's 265 lbs and the buckles! Seth stumbles forward and sinks to all fours, coughing. Not far away, Hayden comes to and tries to get up, but notices he's cuffed to the rope!* TH: Hayden's regained consciousness, but he's been completely brutalized tonight! Even if he weren't cuffed to that rope, I don't know how much longer he'd be able to last against either of those guys!*The ringside mics pick up Hayden asking Will Alphonzo to get some boltcutters, and Alphonzo saying he's sorry; that would be getting directly involved. With all of the other FAWA officials under similar restrictions, Michael Hayden is forced to watch the match play out from his current position. As for the two other participants, Richlen recovers and charges at Seth Drakin with a spear--only to run into a very well-timed knee to the face from Seth! Richlen crumples to the mat as Seth reaches into his bag, and pulls out a MEAT CLEAVER!* TH: OH JESUS CHRIST!JK: Uh...wow...that's hardcore...*Drakin walks over to Richlen, takes the cleaver, and SLICES IT ACROSS RICHLEN'S STOMACH! Richlen lets out a bloodcurdling scream as the wound begins to gush blood! With a feral smile, Seth picks Richlen up and slams him facefirst onto the thumbtacks!* TH: This needs to stop!JK: But it can't, Gorilla. Not until somebody says he respects his opponent...*Seth goes to his bag once again, and this time he pulls out a railroad spike. Drakin jams the spike into Richlen's shoulder, and laughs at the cry of pain escaping Richlen's lips* TH: They...they don't pay me enough to watch this...DRAKIN: What a shame....what a....CRYING....*Drakin twists the spike in Gus's shoulder, drawing an ear-piercing scream from Richlen!* DRAKIN: SHAME! Oh, are those tears, Gussy?*Drakin chuckles* DRAKIN: Tell you what....let me make you....CRY SOME MORE!!!*Seth takes a taser out of the bag and jams it into Richlen's open stomach wound! Richlen screams again and, as the seconds tick by and Drakin keeps on electrocuting him, his screams start to become hoarse...at which point Seth stops* TH: Goddamn it, nobody would blame you for quitting now, Gus! For your own good! For the sake of your CAREER! Who knows what this MANIAC will do next?!DRAKIN: Oh no, we can't have you losing your voice. You need to be able to talk. You need to be able to tell me that you respect me. See, if you don't tell me that....*Seth takes a can of gasoline out of the bag and begins to pour it all over Richlen!* TH: I feel sick.JK: Me too. This...this is going WAY too far...DRAKIN: You brought this on yourself, Richlen. You helped get me into this match! Otherwise it might've just been you and Hayden in here, and I don't think Hayden would go this far. But you know me, Gussy. You should know that I'm the most evil, the most dangerous man in here. You know I'm not bluffing when I say that if I don't hear those three little magic words...*Drakin lights a match* DRAKIN: ...I am going to use you to show these people what fourth degree burns look like! Anything you'd like to say right now?*Silence, as Richlen hatefully glares up at Drakin through tears.* DRAKIN: Wow, you have some real screwed-up priorities there, little man! Okay, if you think this is worth being turned into charcoal over, I'll give you three seconds to prepare for it. Three....DRAKIN: ....two....DRAKIN: ....o--RICHLEN: [hoarsely, venomously] Fine, I respect you, you piece of shit.*Drakin smiles evilly* DING DING DING!MM: Here is your winner and NEW FAWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....SETH DRAKIN!DRAKIN: See, was that so hard? It was a little bit of a mixed message, but I'll take it.*Drakin slams the mic down and holds the FAWA World Heavyweight Championship up in the air.* TH: After how many long years, it’s finally happened: Seth Drakin is the World Heavyweight Champion once again! [/font] JK: And it’s all because of two men who couldn’t keep their heads in the game. He played them like a fiddle. [/font] *Drakin leaves with both the World Heavyweight and Tag Team Titles over his shoulders as he grins.* TH: All the same, a hell of a show and another one for the record books and we gotta get outta here. I’m Gorilla Tim Hoss-JK: This is Jesse King. TH: And we hope you’ve enjoyed Wheel of Misfortune. We’ll see you on the next Niteraw!
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 11, 2013 6:09:34 GMT -5
Now that the show's been posted, I've got some stuff to say.
First order of business: this fed's had something which I consider a big problem for quite a while now. I won't name names, since everybody should be able to figure out who I'm talking about anyway. They also know that I'm not the only one in the fed, or even on the site, who considers this individual a problem.
But it's been suggested to me that I give this person a clean slate and wait to see what he does. So that's what I'm going to do, for now.
If I feel it necessary, though, I will do something that I never did during my first run as booker, and which I will likely never have to do again. I will kick this person out of the fed. As somebody told me recently, sometimes when a "gentle nudge" doesn't produce the desired result, a hard decision needs to be made, and more forceful action should be taken. I agree.
With that out of the way, let's get back to talking about FUN things!
First of all, congratulations to Seth for finally winning the big prize again in what I'm told was an extremely close vote. But that shouldn't come as a surprise, since you and Hayden are two of the best promo guys in the fed right now, so it's natural for it to have been close. I hope that all three participants in the main event found the lines I wrote for them and the actions they took at least adequately in-character for them. As for the story of the match, Richlen did in fact specifically ask that his character focus his offense entirely on Hayden, so I took that idea and ran with it once I was told the result. Also, as averse as Richlen was to having his character say he respected his opponent, I hope that I created a situation in which he feels it wasn't wildly out of character for him to say it. Really, I think it's bad booking for a wrestler to never quit under any circumstances, unless he is literally superhuman.
Hayden, I'm sorry that you lost your V1 and wish that the feud surrounding your title reign had been more enjoyable. But I won't be surprised if you're back in the title picture very soon.
I should let people know that I thought about making the next world title match a triple threat (Drakin vs. Mackenzie vs. Hayden) btw, since Hayden wasn't the one who Drakin actually beat to win the title (Richlen having received the fewest votes and thus the one I was told would be doing the job when I was sent the result). Hayden vetoed that, though; he wants Connor to get his shot without getting involved in the build towards it. That's cool, so over the next month or so we're looking at a Drakin/Mackenzie program.
Speaking of, congratulations to Connor for retaining. I had a feeling that you would, buddy, and while I would have very much liked to win, I'm glad to see you continue to do well.
Congratulations to Antihero for winning the series, although as corny as it sounds I think both his and Waffel's characters are winners. Meaning that they're good; Antihero's already won championship gold here, and I think it's only a matter of time before Martin does the same.
Congratulations also to the new tag champs. It's a great night overall for Seth, obviously, and MiscreANT has now won his first title in the FAWA, half of a set of titles which I'm hoping to make as important as they were when I won them alongside Amigo a few years back. The plan is for the tag team draft to continue in weeks to come.
By the way, Misc, I have a question for you. While I'm going to be frequently listening to BRB and Connor and continuing to take their advice on how to run the fed, I'm wondering if you might be willing to join them in advising me. I'm not asking you to book, don't get me wrong; I know you're busy enough with the 101 Colony. But it's because of your experience with that fed that I would value any suggestions you might care to make.
Whew! Lastly, I'd like to apologize to BRB, because ideally the finished show would look better and be cleaned up more. I fixed coding and tags here and there to make it look better, but I'm afraid I was too tired to do very much, and I wanted to get the show up and the first post of the thread updated and then make this post.
And just as I typed that I realized that I need to go and change the names of the various champions in that first post, so I'll do that now, and then go to sleep shortly after...
EDIT: I know that I have Connor listed as both IF and FA champion right now. I'm not entirely sure how to change things around so that there's a new title listed and that one of the title histories is moved to the "retired titles" section and so on, so I'll worry about that later. I think the most important thing for now is that he won both belts and he's recognized as having done so.
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Post by Connor Mackenzie on May 11, 2013 8:31:48 GMT -5
Excellent show all around guys and might I say that I'm looking forward to the future for the thread and everyone involved. I think WoM was a big show where everyone stepped up and we all made it one to remember. I agree with Socko's sentiments with regards to Anti and Waffel. You guys put on a heck of a match and neither one of you should take anything negative from the results. If I may be so bold, while I know there is a transition going on, I would like to nominated their match as a MotY candidate. An ending like that deserves recognition and I think it is well deserved. Furthermore with regards to the "changing of the guard" so to speak, I'm hoping that with the changes going on that everyone continues to participate and I want to let folks know that I have an open door policy when it comes to speaking your mind with relation to anything going on in the fed. The past two years that I've been a part of the WWCF/FAWA I've felt like we've really come together as a group and when membership was down we still made this one of the best threads in the Forum Games section. So with that I again would like to congratulate all participants on a job well done for this show and can't wait to see what follows.
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Post by Waffel113 on May 11, 2013 10:22:47 GMT -5
Damn Seth that was brutal! Maybe a touch over the top with the violence, but it got the job done.
Congratulations to Seth and Miscreant for the Tag Team Championship win, I was laughing throughout that entire match. Props to Connor for becoming the inaugural Fan Forums Champion, another astounding match. Anti, I enjoyed the hell out of our feud, and I really liked working with you. Best of luck at SummerFest. The Gauntlet Match exceeded my expectations.
Overall, fantastic show, and I can't wait for NiteRaw this week!
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2013 10:45:17 GMT -5
Great show everyone. I agree Anti vs Martin was one great match. Along with everything else. This one especially getting towards the end was simply great.
Congrats to my buddy Seth. I would not even be here if he did not ask me to come back. I have had a lot of fun over here. I also love bouncing our characters off each other. Lets make these tag titles mean the something. Also have fun with that newly won world title. I know you have earned it.
About being an adviser. I will help with whatever you need me to do or answer any questions. I know transitions can be hard. This one although is 100% smoother then what happened over in the 101 earlier this year. I do not want that to happen again either way. We split in half for months, one half floundered, then finally we recombined and are still trying to regain momentum. I have a lot of great wrestling minds and people over there helping me. I know that running a fed should not be a one man job. I will help anyway I can.
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Post by Waffel113 on May 11, 2013 11:25:58 GMT -5
And in "Something I just Remembered" News, unless I'm sorely mistaken, MWC is the #1 Contender for the Fan Forums Championship at SummerFest.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 11, 2013 11:31:15 GMT -5
Get used to editing that first post, MSB, oh yes. Get used to it. Study it and find out all the places I regularly edit. Plus there are many spots where you'll need to replace my name with yours, as will Connor when his time comes.
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on May 11, 2013 11:43:20 GMT -5
Congrats to Connor for becoming the first FAN Forums Champion. Congrats to Seth and MiscreAnt for winning the tag titles, and even more congratulations to Seth Drakin for winning the world title. And thank you for the kind words regarding the match, Waffel it was a hell of a feud and I wish you the best of luck at Summerfest. And finally, Who is the bastard that came up with "Twilight match"?!
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on May 11, 2013 11:46:08 GMT -5
Wow....................I'm shocked because I expected to win the tag titles, but the world title I did not think I was going to win. Couple that with the fact that BRB will be leaving soon, I will have to think about my plans because Seth was going to try and force BRB's hand with a certain person being allowed back into the ring for Gookermania.
I'm sure Connor and I will have a great feud heading into Summerfest.
One person to thank is MiscreAnt for accepting my offer to be my tag partner
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on May 11, 2013 11:50:12 GMT -5
My characters will still be around. I'll still be around. I'll just not run things for a good while.
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on May 11, 2013 12:05:26 GMT -5
Well that utterly screws up my plans. And yes, Socko is entirely referring to me.
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Post by Waffel113 on May 11, 2013 12:10:44 GMT -5
Congrats to Connor for becoming the first FAN Forums Champion. Congrats to Seth and MiscreAnt for winning the tag titles, and even more congratulations to Seth Drakin for winning the world title. And thank you for the kind words regarding the match, Waffel it was a hell of a feud and I wish you the best of luck at Summerfest. And finally, Who is the bastard that came up with "Twilight match"?! The people demand an answer!
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Post by Gus Richlen Was Wrong on May 11, 2013 12:17:11 GMT -5
Congrats to Connor for becoming the first FAN Forums Champion. Congrats to Seth and MiscreAnt for winning the tag titles, and even more congratulations to Seth Drakin for winning the world title. And thank you for the kind words regarding the match, Waffel it was a hell of a feud and I wish you the best of luck at Summerfest. And finally, Who is the bastard that came up with "Twilight match"?! The people demand an answer! ....Yeah, not even close to as bad as the Nightmare Asylum would have been.
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Post by Mr. Socko's Brother on May 11, 2013 13:40:20 GMT -5
Damn Seth that was brutal! Maybe a touch over the top with the violence, but it got the job done. Ah, I should clarify that Seth didn't tell me to have him specifically do any of that stuff. When I asked the participants what they wanted their characters to do, Seth said he was cool with whatever. His character has a history of being really vicious since his heel turn, though, so I thought that those were the kinds of things he'd do in order to get a win. Wow....................I'm shocked because I expected to win the tag titles, but the world title I did not think I was going to win. Couple that with the fact that BRB will be leaving soon, I will have to think about my plans because Seth was going to try and force BRB's hand with a certain person being allowed back into the ring for Gookermania. Well, my understanding is that BRB is still kayfabe Majority Shareholder and CEO even though somebody else is booking in reality, sort of like you used to be. So you still might be able to do that if he's up for it. Well that utterly screws up my plans. And yes, Socko is entirely referring to me. Indeed. But anyway, Waffel is right. At the moment, MWC is the #1 contender for the title held by Connor. Now, assuming nothing happens to make Coventry unavailable in the time between now and Summerfest, I think it would be best to have that match take place on the go-home show so that Connor won't have to pull double duty yet again. I'm also planning to have the tag titles defended on that show, so that Seth won't have to pull double duty. Don't anybody worry; there'll still be plenty of good matches at Summerfest before the main event, perhaps with one or two deciding #1 contenders for the PPV afterwards. Last thing for now: about the new unified title, what do people think of the name "FAN Forums Championship"? Do you like it, do you think it'd be better if the name of the belt were the name of one of the titles that got merged (just keep calling it the IF title for instance), or something different? I don't mean any disrespect to BRB or his idea here (Lord knows that BRB's had a lot more good ideas and been a lot more original than I was), but to tell the truth, the more I read the name and hear it in my head the more I can't help but think that it just doesn't have the same ring as "Inter-Forum title" or "Freakin' Awesome title". Maybe that's just me, though. EDIT: Oh, do we have a graphic for Summerfest available? Meanwhile, I'll get to work on a card for the next NiteRaw.
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