FAWA: Drakin versus Richlen Caught Fire! (p39-40)

[Gus Richlen: Ruffian]

...I guess I'll try to write the Cell match.

[bigrick0016]

so, what is going on with the show?

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Under construction. Hopefully Spiked Mohican will deliver the TV Title match to me tomorrow. Then I could post that and the FAN Forums Title match tomorrow. Hopefully Gus will deliver the Hell in a Cell match by then, so that will be posted Thursday. And on Friday, the World Heavyweight Championship.

[Gus Richlen: Ruffian]

Jono, if you have a special entrance for your match, now'd be the time to send it.

[Jonathan Michaels]

Working on it.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

GOOKERMANIA VI PART II

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
ANTHONY TRAVIZZO VERSUS MICHAEL HAYDEN

*Anthony Travizzo exits the curtain with a look of disdain for the crowd. He stops halfway down the ramp and outstretches his arms and absorbs the boos with a cocky smirk on his face. He stops at the steps takes off his shirt/gold, wipes his boots on the apron.*

MM: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and it is for the FAWA Television Title! Introducing first, from Murray Hill, Little Italy in Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 236 pounds, he is..... ANTHONY! TRAVIZZO!!!

TH: Anthony Travizzo made quite the debut at Gookermania Part One.
JK: You could say that again. He laid out Michale Hayden and made his intentions perfectly clear.
TH: Don't count out Michael Hayden just yet. He had to beat Tobias Madoc Kingsley just to win the TV Title in the first place.

JK: But now he's weakened. He's hurt. And Anthony Travizzo smells blood in the water.

*The lights die out as the opening strings of "Gimmie Shelter" begin to play. As the opening drums kick in, the lights flash between white and blue, as the word "HAYDEN" appears on the entrance ramp, made to look like the Hollywood sign. Michael Hayden calmly walks through the Y and D with his arms outstretched, the FAWA TV Title wrapped around his waist as he turns his back towards the ring. Hayden begins walking backwards as Michael Muffer makes the announcement.*

MM: And his opponent, weighing in at 92 kg. He is the current reigning and defending FAWA Television Champion.... he is, "HOLLYWOOD"S OWN"..... MICHAEL! HAYDEN!!

*Still walking backward, Hayden approaches the ringside area as he looks over his shoulder, smirking at Travizzo before turning around. Hayden hops onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, holding the TV Title high in the air to the delight of the crowd. Hayden jumps off and begins to stretch as Travizzo stares at the champ.*

TH: Quite the entrance for Michael Hayden tonight!
JK: And that's what Anthony Travizzo hates. He hates Hollywood, he hates the showboating, and yet Michael Hayden has the nerve to do just that.
TH: It could all be mind games on the part of Hayden. Blind the opponent with anger and take advantage.
JK: And if that anger leads to a new champion?
TH: Hayden needs to do everything to make sure that doesn't happen.

*The two men stare each other down. As the bell rings, Travizzo charges at Hayden, forcing him into the ropes as he connects with powerful rights and lefts. Travizzo backs Hayden into the corner, eventually kicking him in the midsection until the referee breaks them up.*

JK: So much for that whole "blind the opponent with anger" thing. Hayden's getting the crap beaten out of him.

*Travizzo whips Hayden into the ropes, waiting with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker when he bounces back. Travizzo coaches him to get up, helping him by grabbing him by the head. Travizzo pushes Hayden into the corner, connecting with a vicious knife edge chop. Travizzo continues the attack, throwing elbows and fists before whipping Hayden off the ropes, dropping him to the mat with another tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Travizzo delivers a knee to the gut, causing Hayden to roll over onto his stomach in pain.*

TH: Travizzo is on fire so far in this match, looking like he has a point to prove.
JK: Travizzo could make history here tonight. If he beats Michael Hayden, and it looks like he will, he will be the only man to win a title in his first match in FAWA.

*Travizzo continues the offense, landing a club to the back. Hayden fires back, getting on his knees and connecting with a punch to the stomach. Travizzo answers with a knee to the side. Hayden makes it all the way up to his feet, sending a forearm to the side of Travizzo's head. The two men begin trading chops, with Hayden backed against the ropes. Travizzo whips Hayden off the ropes, but Hayden counters, sending Travizzo toward the opposite side. Travizzo looks to go for the "Welcome to the Neighborhood" lariat, but Hayden ducks underneath, leaping onto the ropes before springing off, taking the big man down with a back elbow.*

TH: And this is where the big game experience comes into play. Hayden was able to avoid the lariat and take Travizzo down.
JK: I'm surprised he still has energy after the beating he took earlier.

*Hayden is now on the offense, chopping Travizzo into the corner. Hayden whips Travizzo, and Travizzo reverses. As Hayden comes off the ropes, he grabs hold of the arm of Travizzo, dropping him with an armdrag. Travizzo is quick to his feet, and charges straight into a Shotei from Hayden! And another! Rapid fire Shotei's from Hayden, looking like a man possessed! Travizzo appears dazed after the palm strikes, never seeing Hayden connect with a corkscrew dropkick, sending the big man down to the mat. Travizzo rolls out of the ring to take a breath.*

JK: Hey kid, we don’t do time outs here..

*Hayden runs toward the opposite ropes, charging to make a dive to the outside. Travizzo is already back on the apron, sending a shoulder to the ribs of the oncoming Hayden. Travizzo hops over the ropes, charging at Hayden. Hayden jumps over Travizzo, who bounces off the ropes. Hayden hits the mat, as Travizzo runs over him. Travizzo stops his momentum, hitting a strong right as Hayden returns to his feet. Travizzo continues the jabs, backing Hayden into the corner. Travizzo whips Hayden off the ropes, looking for a clothesline. Travizzo misses as Hayden ducks underneath. When Travizzo turns around, Hayden jumps in the air, connecting with a corkscrew dropkick. Travizzo rolls out of the ring a second time. Hayden vaults himself over the ropes, but Travizzo dives out of the way. Hayden lands on his feet on the outside apron, when Travizzo tries to trip him up. Hayden kicks, sending Travizzo back against the security wall.*

TH: A hard kick there by the former FAWA Heavyweight Champion.
JK: Look out!

*Hayden hops off the apron, sending a thunderous right hand of his own across the skull of Travizzo. Hayden gets in another shot before the referee gets in between the two men, telling Hayden to back off. Hayden backs away as Travizzo gets to his feet. The referee is starting to check on Travizzo when he suddenly jumps out of the way. Travizzo looks up, and Hayden comes crashing down, jumping off the steel ring steps. Both men are down as the fans start going wild.*

TH: Did you see Hayden fly through the air like that?
JK: Not all dives have to be pretty. And that one was a perfect example.

*Hayden is the first to his feet, giving motivation to Travizzo in the form of chops against the chest. Hayden rolls Travizzo into the ring, and then follows him in. Hayden makes the cover.*

One…
Two…
T… Kickout!

*Hayden instantly jumps over, wrapping his arms in a sitting headlock. Travizzo’s shoulders are on the mat, so the referee counts.

One…
Two…
T… Arm up!

*Hayden locks in the hold, as Travizzo slowly makes it back to his feet. Hayden still holds onto the headlock, trying to force Travizzo back down to the mat. Hayden is able to get Travizzo down to one knee, but Travizzo powers through. Travizzo pushes Hayden into the ropes, trying to whip him off. Hayden bounces off, but still holds onto the headlock.*

TH: The veteran Hayden keeping that headlock in tight as it can be!
JK: It looks like it's taking a lot just to hold on though. And given his match against Kingsley earlier, he might not be able to hold on for much longer.

*Travizzo powers through again, getting back up to his feet. Hayden hangs on, but Travizzo lifts Hayden up into the air. Travizzo slams Hayden down, but Hayden rolls through with a snapmare, getting another headlock pin.*

One…
Two…
T… Arm up!

*Travizzo is unable to escape, giving everything he can to make it to his feet again. Travizzo delivers several clubs to the back of Hayden, loosening the grip. Travizzo once again lifts Hayden, but Hayden slips out, hitting a second snapmare headlock for a cover.*

One…
Two…
Thr... Arm up!

TH: Travizzo able to get the shoulder up. But keep an eye on Hayden. He still has that headlock firmly attached.
JK: This really isn’t fair to a guy like Travizzo!
TH: What do you mean?
JK: He should have countered the headlock by now. Hayden’s been using it forever.

*Travizzo is quicker to his feet this time, but Hayden continues to crank the arm of Travizzo. Travizzo gets to the ropes, pushing Hayden off. This time, Hayden bounces off the ropes. But Travizzo staggers, still feeling the effects of the headlock, allowing Hayden to send a hard shoulder into the chest of Travizzo. Hayden makes the cover.*

One…
Two…
Thr… Kickout!

*Immediately, Hayden grabs holds of the headlock. But Travizzo is waiting for it, rolling Hayden up into a pin of his own.*

One…

*Hayden rolls back, once again applying pressure. Travizzo struggles, then rolls him up again.*

One…

*Hayden powers out, but Travizzo slips behind, locking in a chicken wing arm bar. Travizzo drives the shoulder into the back of Hayden, but Hayden is able to make it back to his feet. Once Hayden is standing, Travizzo wrenches the arm, pulling down hard and twisting the wrist.*

TH: And Travizzo with a submission of his own.
JK: I’m just happy he was able to slip out of those headlocks!

*Hayden is in pain, and Travizzo continues to rolls the wrist. Suddenly, Hayden hits the mat, rolls through, and reverses the pressure on Travizzo, locking in his own wrist lock. Travizzo tries to repeat the roll of Hayden, but Hayden catches him, throwing in a headlock and making the cover.*

One…
Two…
Thr.. Arm up!

TH: But once again, Hayden is able to apply that headlock.
JK: This is getting crazy. Now I’m starting to think Travizzo is simply just giving it to him.
TH: Don’t count Hayden out like that. He’s got the big game experience to know how to get those submission holds locked in tight.

*Travizzo struggles to get back to his feet. Travizzo pushes Hayden into the ropes, who bounces off them. Travizzo hits the mat, as Hayden runs over him. Travizzo leaps for a dropkick, but Hayden grabs the ropes, stopping him from moving. Travizzo hits the mat, and Hayden rushes forward, connecting with RONALDO TRÉS! Travizzo falls down hard as Hayden hops on him for the cover.*

One…
Two…
Thre… Kickout!

TH: Hayden looked a bit aggressive out there with that pin.
JK: Please, like you can do a forceful pin. You just lay on top of the guy, big deal!

*Hayden helps Travizzo to his feet by the neck, chopping him into the corner. Hayden backs up before running full force, looking to connect with a splash. However, Travizzo catches Hayden in his arms before tossing him with an overhead belly-to-belly, sending Hayden crashing hard into the turnbuckles. Hayden crumples to the mat as Travizzo gets to his feet, picking Hayden up by the hair. Travizzo begins slapping Hayden before lifting him in the air, pausing for a few moments before slamming Hayden to the ground with a powerslam, staying on him for the cover.*

One…
Two…
Three… Kickout!

TH: And Travizzo on the offensive after a brutal belly-to-belly into the turnbuckles!
JK: What have I been saying Hoss? Hayden went through hell to win the title, only to have Travizzo attack him and kick him right in the skull. How he's managed to last this long, I'll never know, but Travizzo is on the offensive now.

*Travizzo helps Hayden back to his feet. Hayden is staggering around the ring, and Travizzo pounces. Travizzo sends chop after chop to Hayden, backing him into the ropes. Hayden uses the turnbuckle for support, and Travizzo sends a sharp kick to the kidneys. Travizzo backs away as Hayden falls to the mat.*

TH: You have to ask yourself how much Michael Hayden has left in the tank.
JK: He’s lost a lot of brain cells, but most of them were gone before the match, so no big deal, right?

*Travizzo grabs Hayden by the feet, dragging him to the center of the mat. Travizzo lifts up Hayden by the neck. Travizzo whips Hayden into the ropes, but Hayden reverses and sends Travizzo running. Travizzo hits the turnbuckle, and Hayden comes charging. Travizzo sends Hayden over the ropes, who lands on the outside apron. When Travizzo turns around, he is met with a quick jab by Hayden. Travizzo shakes out the cobwebs, as Hayden charges with a clothesline. Travizzo ducks, jumping to the outside apron as well. Travizzo hits a clothesline of his own, sending Hayden to inside the ring.*

TH: Hayden almost got some momentum back, but Travizzo was right there to capitalize.
JK: But almost doesn’t cut it, anyway..

*Travizzo takes a minute to catch his breath, then climbs up the turnbuckle. Travizzo leaps off the turnbuckle, when Hayden catches him, arm over neck. Hayden uses the momentum to hit a powerful DDT, sending both men to the mat. Hayden is the first to his feet, sending the struggling Travizzo to the ropes with a strong whip. Travizzo is met with a hard clothesline by Hayden, who takes a second to get back up.*

JK: You see the effects of this match right there.
TH: Hayden is a bit dazed, but certainly not out.
JK: Give it time. He was nowhere near 100% heading into this match, and Anthony Travizzo just spent a good amount of time punishing him for his arrogance.

*Hayden is back on his feet, sending club after club to the back of Travizzo's head. Travizzo stands up, with Hayden powering over him. Hayden sends Travizzo back to the mat with a snapmare of his own, and cranks the head of Travizzo for good measure.*

TH: What a brutal twist of the neck by Michael Hayden!
JK: Really? More of these damn headlocks?!

*Hayden steps back, then cranks the head of Travizzo again. Travizzo hits the mat, and Hayden backs up.*

TH: And another one.
JK: I’m pretty sure that’s one of those things that can kill you. I’ve seen it done. It was amazing.

*Hayden grabs Travizzo, picking him up and sending him into the ropes. Travizzo charges back, and is spun in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker slam. Hayden makes the cover.*

One…
Two…
Thr… Kickout!

TH: A kick out by Travizzo, just before the count of three!
JK: I hate to say it, but Michael Hayden has really turned this match around!
TH: That’s very true.
JK: I just hope he doesn’t f*** it up.

*Hayden applies a chin lock, getting Travizzo back to his knees. Travizzo has an arm out, reaching for the ropes. Hayden pinches a nerve, locking the hold in tighter. Travizzo uses his free arm to send an elbow to gut of Hayden. Travizzo hits another, and another, until Hayden breaks the hold. Travizzo charges at Hayden, who slides behind and gets a quick roll up.*

One…
Two…
Three…

*Travizzo kicks out, wrapping his legs around the neck of Hayden in a scissors lock. Hayden starts gasping for air as Travizzo locks the hold in tighter.*

TH: That’s a blatant choke by Anthony Travizzo! The referee needs to stop this!
JK: Actually no Hoss. He’s scissoring the head, which is legal. You can’t scissor the body, and you can’t figure-four the head.
TH: ...
JK: What? Can’t I get one right every once in a while?

*Hayden is straining for breath, as Travizzo clips his feet in tight. Hayden eventually is able to power up onto all fours, and starts crawling for the ropes. But the weight of Travizzo is too much, and Hayden collapses back to the ground, inches from the ropes.*

TH: It wasn’t enough for Hayden to make it to the ropes.
JK: He’s going to have to tap here, it’s the only way!

*Hayden makes a fist, using every bit of strength he has to power out. He makes it back to all fours, and lunges toward the ropes, grabbing them forcing the hold to be broken. Travizzo gets off, but not before an elbow to the back for good measure.*

TH: What a cheap shot by Travizzo.
JK: He wants to win just as much as the next guy!

*Travizzo gets back to his feet, and signals for the match to be over. Hayden uses the ropes for support, backing up into Travizzo. Travizzo whips Hayden hard into the corner before rushing forward, connecting with The 5 Arm as Hayden slumps in the turnbuckle. Travizzo just smiles as he backs up, measuring Hayden.*

TH: Oh no, this could be bad news for Hayden.
JK: This is the move that knocked him out cold before, and if Travizzo connects, we'll have a new Television Champion!

*Travizzo rushes forward, looking to connect with Aviarre Coma Indotto, but Hayden manages to duck underneath before rolling Travizzo up in a school boy pin!

One…
Two…
Three…!

MM: Here is your winner, and STIIIILLL THE FAWA TELEVISION CHAMPION.... "HOLLYWOOD'S OWN" MICHAEL HAYDEN!!

*Travizzo kicks out a second too late as Hayden quickly exits the ring, a smile on his face as he rounds around the ring. Travizzo is furious as the ref hands Hayden the TV Title, which he holds proudly in the air.*

TH: And Michael Hayden manages to leave Gookermania with the TV Title, scoring what might be an upset over Anthony Travizzo!
JK: Travizzo kicked out! You saw it clear as day Hoss!
TH: It was one second too late, but nevertheless, Michael Hayden gains a measure of revenge over the altercation earlier.
JK: Altercation? I need a good altercation done, these pants just don't fit right anymore, I think I washed them in the wrong setting.
TH: That's 'Alteration' you're thinking of for one, secondly the reason they don't fit anymore is because of a thing called fat, and last but not least I know for a fact you don't wash your own clothes so shut up.
JK: ....That hurt Hoss, really...it got me right here.

*The camera cuts backstage to find David McLaren casually making his way to the exit of the arena, his arm around Alice LeRoux's shoulder as he laughs and jokes, appearing to be in a good mood. Fred G. Neric approaches him with a microphone in hand, hoping to get an interview.*

FGN: David, sorry to bother you but I was just wondering if I could get your thoughts on what happened in your match tonight against the Cult of the End.

David stops and turns around, smiling to Fred.

DM: Well I guess that's fair enough. But first why don't you tell me what happened out there?

FGN: Uhhh.. Well you were eliminated by Jeremy Dupoe and your team ultimately failed to win the match.

David shakes his head, chuckling softly.

DM: Freddie... Freddie... You don't see it do you? Alright, let me explain something to you: Ever since I got here, my sights have been set firmly on Dupoe. Right?

Fred nods.

DM: And you were right when you said that I was eliminated by Jeremy Dupoe, but you know what else happened? I slapped the Anaconda Vice on him and I wrenched it as tight as I know how...

David stares directly into the camera, apparently addressing Jeremy Dupoe directly.

DM: And what did you do, Jeremy? You. Tapped. Out. Sure I got myself eliminated in the process, but as far as I'm concerned tonight was a complete success. I came to Gookermania to make you feel pain, and I did that. And if you think back to everything I said before I came here, you know what comes next. I'm not done with you yet, Jeremy. Not by a long shot.

It's time for you to suffer.

*David turns and walks away with Alice in tow as always. The camera transitions back to the ring.*

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

*Jerry Fish is standing in the backstage area

Fish:My guest at this time is a man who last week settled quite a personal rivalry, and is now looking to take home the FAN Forums Title, ladies and gentlemen, Antihero.

Anti:How you doing Fish?

Fish: Fine thank you, now Anti tonight you're challenging for the FAN Forums title, William Anderson has been quite a dominant force since reinventing himself how are you feeling?

Anti: I'm feeling confident right now, I don't believe he's going to be able to just plow through me like I'm nothing and I know for a fact that by the end of the night, battered and bruised I will be the champion. And then after that I'm taking care of this trifling little infestation we seem to have of cultists who want to end this company.

*Antihero walks off.*

Fish: Back to you, Gorilla.

GOOKERMANIA VI PART II

FAN FORUMS CHAMPIONSHIP
ANTIHERO VERSUS WILLIAM ANDERSON

DING! DING! DING!

MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, our first match of tonight is scheduled for one fall and will be for the FAWA FAN Forums Championship!

*Anti slowly walks down the entrance ramp, with his right arm bandaged due to the elbow drop last week.*

TH: It’s finally here, fans. Antihero defeated his long-standing enemy, one head of the Hydra of Evil, MiscreAnt, in a brutal Texas Death Match, and now-

*William Anderson leaps out from the crowd.*

JK: William Anderson on the ambush!

*Anderson throws Antihero into the guardrail.*

TH: He’s wasting no time!

*Anderson follows up with a whip into the steel post.*

JK: Such ruthlessness. I love it!
TH: He’s taking advantage of the beating that Antihero took last week.
JK: You bet he is and he’s ready to win this in no time!

*Anderson rolls Anti into the ring and the ref calls for the start of the match.*

DING! DING! DING!

TH: The bell has rung and the match is officially underway!
JK: Even if it wasn’t, it’s still the Reign of Chaos. Everything is fair play.
TH: William “The General of Wrestling” Anderson with an armbar. That arm is bandaged, Jesse!
JK: Looks like that wily Antihero has an answer to that though.
TH: He rolls Anderson into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

*Anderson kicks out.*

TH: A near fall for the challenger.
JK: Anderson’s at a hundred percent tonight, TH. There’s no way that Antihero’s gonna squeak out another win.

*The General picks Anti up and hits a running elbow. He hooks the leg.*

ONE!

TWO!

JK: The General of Wrestling with another near fall.

*Anti punches the General before hitting the ropes and drop kicking his knee.*

TH: He’s taken his licks, but Antihero’s had a weekto get some of that juice back.
JK: Hopefully the legal kind.

*The General is down on one knee and-*

TH: Antihero with a roundhouse kick!

ONE!

TWO!
JK :This match is fast and furious. [/font]

*Anti picks the General up.*

JK: Anti has to use what he’s got left before The General takes advantage of all of his injuries.

*Anti nails the Detonation kick and-*

TH: The Detonation Kick, and Anti’s going for the turnbuckle.
JK: Now’s not the time to go high risk. He’s gonna mess up and bust his arm more and that’ll be it.

*Anti is up top, The General’s still down... *

TH: That’s what high risk is all about. It’s all about the pay off.

*Money Shot!*

ONE!

TWO!

TH: Another kickout by the champ and he’s rolls to the outside.
JK: Antihero may be a tough bug to squish, but he’s up against the greatest Hardcore Champ in FAWA history.

*Anti tries for a tope only to be cracked in the head with a chair by Anderson.*

JK: He’s got Antihero’s number tonight. He watched that Texas Death Match. He knows where to hit Antihero.

*Anderson whips the challenger into the steel steps.*

TH: Listen to that impact! Anderson hoisting those steps up!

*Anderson picks the steps up and hits Anti in the back with them.*

JK: Squish that bug, Anderson!
TH: Oh, he looks far from over to me.

*Double underhook suplex onto the concrete!*

TH: Antihero looks like he’s hurting bad.
JK: He was hurting bad when he was talking to Fish, but that’s usually how I feel when I talk to Fish too.
TH: Back to the ring with them both. The General of Wrestling has solid control of this match.

*The General grabs a table and sets it up in the middle of the ring while Antihero is still on the mat.*

JK: Antihero looks helpless. The FAN Forums Champ has every advantage and he’s taking them for all they’re worth.
TH: Anderson setting up for a German Suplex…

*Anti nails elbows and counters into-*

TH: Reversal by Antihero- Angle slam through the table!

*Anti is holding his back and is unable to get the cover immediately.*

JK: He got out of that one, but now he’s back to the mat. It’s like he needs the FAN Forums Champ’s help to even stand now.
TH: He might not need to. He’s making his way to the champ, and he’s got him by an arm.

ONE!

TWO!

JK: No dice for the antennaed one.

*Anti tries for Step into Light but he can't get Anderson up.*

JK: Anderson is using his honed wrestling skills to keep himself grounded…
TH: Looks like he’s using it for a reversal… and a backbreaker to Antihero.

ONE!

TWO!

TH: The challenger gets the shoulder up!
JK: Oh, Anderson doesn’t look happy about that.
TH: He’s going for a chair and I don’t think it’s to sit and talk this one out.

*Anderson sets a chair up in the middle of the ring.*

JK: Anderson not letting up for a second.
TH: He’s setting up for more punishment to Antihero.

*Anderson picks up Antihero and-*

TH: Anderson with a Side Walk Slam through the chair!

ONE!

TWO!

And another kick out from the challenger!
JK: That bug’s got a harder carapace than I give him credit for.

*Anti slowly rises to his feet while the General looks to be setting something up.*

TH: What in the hell else could the FAN Forums Champion dish out?
JK: I see it coming, Gorilla-
TH: Dishonorable discharge!
JK: Nearly took off Anti's head right there.

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

TH: Just look at the face on the champ.
JK: He looks annoyed and surprised. I’m not sure if we’ve seen such dogged toughness since the days of the Smokin’ Vokoun.
TH: An Inside Cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

JK: If Anderson tries too many pins in a row he’s only going to grow discouraged. He’s got to keep his head in the game.
TH: They’re back on their feet and Superkick to the knee from Antihero!

*Antihero delivers another Superkick to the shoulder, the ribs, and one to the side of the face!*

JK: He’s taken a beating yet still has control of his feet!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

JK: But that ain’t enough by a long shot.
TH: The challenger to the ropes and a dropkick to the face!

*Anti locks in a full nelson and tries for the Dragon Suplex but he can't take him over.*

JK: It was a well-placed strike but The General is barely begun tonight and that’s just plain bad news for Antihero.

*The General goes for Hands of Stone but Anti ducks and-*

TH: He counters with a Full Nelson…

* Full Nelson Lungblower!*

TH: ONE!

TWO!

Another kick out! And he’s going high risk again!
JK: He’s in even worse shape than before. If he goes down here, he’ll never come back up.

*Anti goes for the Big Sting but the General gets the knees up.*

TH: High risk and no payoff!
JK: Beginning of the end now.

*Anti holds his back as the General picks him up and-*

TH: Back breaker from The General. He hooks the leg- no wait! He’s getting back up!
JK: He’s gonna finish his opponent right.
TH: He’s going for another back breaker!

*And another.*

TH: Another!
JK: Five in a row now!

*Antihero is on the mat and Anderson drops an elbow.*

JK: Five backbreakers and a cherry on top.
TH: ONE!

TWO!

NO!

*Anderson sneers and grits his teeth as Anti gets up.*

JK: Goddamn. That Ant just can’t be put away!
TH: He’s only barely on his feet!
JK: Well he just suffered a string of thoracic traumas.
TH: I don’t even know where you know that word from but I’m gonna let it slide.

*Antihero stumbles towards Anderson right into another Dishonorable Discharge!*

TH: This could be it!
JK: I don’t know what could be it anymore!

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

MM: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL THE FAWA FAN FORUMS CHAMPION THE GENERAL OF WRESTLING WILLIAM ANDERSON!!!

TH: Good golly Miss Molly!
JK: I gotta hand it to Antihero. Was in one brutal, highly physical match only to follow it up with another the very next week.

*William Anderson is handed the FAN Forums Title. He looks down at Antihero as he struggles to stand up.*

JK: It’s like watching a bug who’s been squished but isn’t dead.
TH: He’s got a lot of fighting spirit in him, that’s for sure.

*The General leaves the arena with his championship belt.*

JK: The General’s not here for petty after-match beat downs though. He just spend all match to get him down for a three count. Time to celebrate.
TH: But wait, here comes Parts Unknown Security! What are they doing here?

*Anti returns to his feet to a massive ovation but Security fills the ring and begins to drag him out of the arena.*

JK: Well if you saw that interview with Fish, he had some choice words to say regarding his agenda for the FAWA Administration.

*Antihero is out in the halls when Parts Unknown Security pass by Jeremy Dupoe and Disturbance!BRB, who gesture to the exit.*

TH: They’re kicking him out of Gookermania! After all he did in front of the fans.
JK: They are the power and last week they got the Tag Team Championship Belts to prove they can back things up in the ring.

*Parts Unknown Security throw Anti out the back door and shut him out.*

TH: He needs medical attention dammit!
JK: He spoke up against the haves, TH. And now here came the shot.
TH: Could it really be true? Maybe the End of the FAWA is approaching more quickly by the day!
JK: I don’t know, but there looks to be some scribbling on the wall now.
TH: But there’s still two more matches to go. Seth Drakin! Jonathan Michaels! Hell in a Cell!

And the World Heavyweight Championship match. Up ahead.!

[Gus Richlen: Ruffian]

OK, I'll try to get the match done tonight, BRB, but I can't make any promises.

[Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED!]

Well I'm just going to leave this invitation out here. I have something planned in the coming months, and I have a way to involve some people in this, If you want to get involved PM me.

[Gus Richlen: Ruffian]

....OK, for various reasons I might not get the Cell match done in it's entirety.

If anyone wants, I can get what I can done and send them that to finish.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

PM it to me at the least. If someone wants to pick it up they still may.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Jonathan Michaels is lacing his boots backstage, he looks up at the camera.

People have been asking me on social media why I haven't spoken to anyone since I kicked Drakin in the face and accepted his challenge.

The fact of the matter is, Seth has done enough talking for the both of us.

For months on end, he whined and moaned, calling me a coward because I wanted to enjoy time with my wife, heal my body, instead of returning here to fight him.

But I couldn't listen to him any longer, I couldn't allow him to bore you fine people anymore.

Don't get me wrong, he's a fierce competitor, he's a former champion, but sometimes even the best of us allow our egos to consume us, Seth has convinced himself that he is some kind of victim, that everyone is out to get him, but it's a self fulfilling prophecy.

If you act like a douchebag to people because you think they're against you, then they will turn against you.

So tonight, I will enter that Cell, and I will settle things with Serh Drakin once and for all, I will put the past behind me and move on.

It's just a shame that Seth can't.

GOOKERMANIA VI PART II

HELL IN A CELL
JONATHAN MICHAELS VERSUS SETH DRAKIN

*A increasingly loud guitar open is followed by drumming as “Plowed” by Sponge begins and the Cell lowers:*

Will I wake up
Some dream I made up
No I guess it's reality
What will change us
Or will we mess up
Our only chance to connect
With a dream

Say a prayer for me (Say a prayer for me)
Say a prayer for me (For me, for me, for me)
Say a prayer for me (Say a prayer for me)
I'm buried by the sound
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage

When I'm lost and I'm found
And I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound….

*The Cell finishes lowering and the bell rings to signal Michael Muffer’s introduction:*

MM: Ladies and Gentlemen, performing Seth Drakin's new theme song....Pop Evil!!

*Pop Evil shows up on a side stage and begin playing*

*As they play, a ring of fire comes to the center of the entrance stage. Out from underneath rises Seth Drakin in what seems like a strait jacket, but he has his sunglasses on. He breaks rips the strait jacket to escape as he looks at the cage. He then raises his one arm above and fireworks shoot out from the stage. He then walks around the cell testing it's strength. After one lap walking around the cell, he enters the cell and rolls into the ring. He goes to one of the turnbuckles and squats down as if he is ready to fight. He even points to the band as they end their song. Seth then takes his sunglasses off, showing his huge red pupils and waits.*

TH: This match is two years in the making.
JK: That's right, Tim. Two years since Jonathan Michaels has tortured this man, has betrayed this man, and has turned him into the monster you see.
TH: That is your opinion. Personally, I think Seth may need to stop blaming others for his failures.
JK: Failures? The guy is a legend in FAWA. He is a former two time world champion. The only two time Champion of Honor in that belt's short history. A former Freakin' Awesome Champion. A former Inter-Forums Champion. A two time Battle Bowl champion. And let's not forget that he captained the first ever winning team on Wargames. He is Mr. Gookermania If there is a hall of fame in FAWA, he is easily a first ballot Hall of Famer.
TH: Jerry, that may be true. But Seth is this monster who hurts others of his own accord and no one else's. Just because Seth tried to act like a good guy and Jonathan exposed that he has never been a good guy, does not mean that it is Jonathan's fault.
JK: Think about this, Tim. Everyone that Jonathan has ever had some sort of good partnership with, has ended up hating him. Evil M, Michael Hayden, and Boiler Room Brawler, along with Seth, were not jealous when they told us they hated his guts. Jonathan's enemies being former allies can not be a coincidence.
TH: Jerry, Evil M, last time we saw him, has once again been friends with Jonathan.
JK: That doesn't change the pattern that we have seen with Jonathan. Tim, look at Seth. Does that seem like a man who is just overreacting?
TH: No, it doesn't look like that. It does however, look like a man who is desperate and is willing to do anything to win.
JK: Maybe you are right on that, but with that attitude, I see Seth ripping apart Jonathan, if he even shows up because as well know, we haven't seen him yet.
TH: I have confidence in Jonathan showing up, and you better hope he does. Because if he doesn't, this place is not going to be able to hold him.

*The arena goes dark, the crowd is buzzing as a lone spotlight hits the stage.

Smoke fills the stage as something seems to materialize in the spotlight, almost out of thin air, as a whirring noise is heard.

When the smoke clears, there sits a blue police box, the door opens and Jonathan Michaels steps out, wearing a trench coat and slacks.

He takes a step forward, then stumbles backwards in seeming agony, he falls backwards into the box as the door closes.

A golden glow shoots out of the box and the door flings back open.

Jonathan comes back out of the box, his hair is short and his beard is gone, and he wears his normal gear as he heads to the ring, his music kicking in.*

*Michaels heads into the Cell, posing on the turnbuckles for pictures, then he goes to the floor, looking under the ring, seeing what weapons will be available. Then he enters the ring as Michael Muffer makes the introductions:*

MM: Introducing first, weighing in at 265 pounds, Seth Drakin!

And his opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds, Jonathan Michaels!

*John Creed calls for the bell as Lloyd McFloyd and Jake Kwan lock the Cell door and get the hell out of the vicinity.*

DING! DING! DING!

*Michaels has his eyes on the leaving refs briefly, but that moment is all Drakin needs to charge forward with a boot to the gut, sending Michaels to the corner with follow up punches.*

TH: Drakin laying in with all he’s got right out of the gate.
JK: He’s been waiting a long, long time for this.

*Drakin starts throwing knee and hip shots into Michaels until Michaels slumps to a sitting position.*

JK: Every little move he’s made, every trick and stunt he’s pulled, it’s all been for this match.
TH: Imagine what he could accomplish for the good of the FAWA with that kind of drive.

*Drakin backs up and runs, but he manages to put the brakes on in time as Michaels rolls out of the ring.*

JK: This is pure vendetta. He takes his wife seriously and he won’t stand for her name being slighted.
TH: Michaels diving under the ring to get… a Singapore cane!

*Michaels slides into the ring.*

JK: Gotta hand it to Michaels though: he walked off into the sunset but came back to grant this match to Seth Drakin.

*Drakin runs out the other end of the ring and starts running around the ring as Michaels slides out and tries to chase him down.*

TH: He’s here to brawl and he’s got Drakin on the run.
JK: But we all know there’s nowhere to run to in the cell.

*Drakin slips back in the ring and Michaels goes after him, but Drakin begins putting the boots to him the first chance he gets.*

JK: Drakin’s all about the mind games. The bigger picture. He wouldn’t get into a final battle with Jonathan Michaels only to chicken out.

*Drakin grabs the cane out of Michaels' hands, but Michaels responds with an arm drag.*

TH: Some quick thinking from Michaels there.

*Drakin springs back up and lunges for Michaels who responds with another arm drag.*

TH: Some more of that quick thinking.
JK: He doesn’t want to get hit by that Singapore cane.

*Drakin chucks the Singapore cane at Michaels. It strikes him across the head, knocking him down.*

JK: Drakin makes contact!

*Drakin grabs Michaels and chucks him through the ropes-*

TH: Michaels to the outside.
JK: Didn’t quite hit the cell wall, but Drakin’s not far behind him.

*Drakin walks up to Michaels. Michaels springs up and takes Drakin down with a clothesline.*

TH: Drakin’s down. Michaels is climbing the wall!

Elbow drop!

ONE!

TWO!

TH: Drakin with the kickout.
JK: Seemed early for a pin attempt to me.

*Both men get up.*

TH: Michaels going for another clothesline.
JK: Drakin ain’t gonna fall for that.

*Drakin squats down, stands back up, and waistlocks Michaels from behind.*

TH: He’s got his opponent. What’s Drakin gonna do?

*Drakin belly to back slams Michaels into the cell wall then again to the ground.*

ONE!

TWO!

JK: No dice for Drakin.
TH: Seth’s looking to change gears here.

*Drakin reaches under the apron and pulls out a barbed-wire steel chair.*

JK: I don’t like the looks of that.
TH: A barbed-wire steel chair! One good whack will bust you wide open!

*Michaels gets up and Drakin slams the chair over his head and busts him wide open.*

TH: Look at the blood streaming down Michaels’s face!
JK: This match is personal, Hoss. Drakin is a sadistic guy, but he’s got more to this match than his usual style.

*Drakin chucks the chair into the ring then grabs Michaels and rolls him into the ring.*

TH: Drakin taking the action back into the ring.
JK: He wants to defeat Michaels in the middle of that ring for the FAWA Galaxy to see.

*Drakin climbs in and folds the chair around Michaels’s head.*

TH: Hey, whoa, whoa.
JK: Drakin means business. He wants to destroy Michaels and everything he stands for.

*Drakin backs up to the ropes, then charges, thrusting his foot out when JoNo rolls out of the way.*

TH: JoNo narrowly avoids a life-threatening fate!

*Drakin’s foot presses against the bottom rope. He stumbles back. JoNo’s back on his feet and he whacks Drakin with the chair.*

TH: Payback from Michaels! Drakin to the outside!
JK: Drakin seems to be reckless with rage or something. He’s making his salivation of tonight’s match get to his head.

*Michaels slips out of the ring while Drakin recovers on the other side.*

TH: Michaels pulling out a fluorescent light tube.
JK: The blood will flow tonight.

*Michaels slides back into the ring as Drakin reaches up to get back inside. Michaels takes a swing and shatters the tube against the side of Drakin’s face.*

TH: Listen to that glass shatter!

*Drakin spins around and flops to the ground.*

TH: Drakin’s busted wide open!
JK: No surprise there. Michaels was never afraid to get down and dirty.
TH: Michaels to the ropes. He’s far from done.

*Drakin uses the door to pull himself up and turn around-*

TH: Michaels with a Suicide Dive through the ropes!

*Michaels barrels into Drakin as the cell door breaks off of its hinges.*

TH: They’ve busted through the cell!
JK: That door can only take so much before it gives.
TH: Both men are down. That took something out of Michaels, not just Drakin.
JK: I’d argue that Drakin’s fall was cushioned some by the cell door. Michaels might have taken more from that!

*A bloody and exhausted Michaels slowly starts to get up, and once he gets to his feet, he turns his attention back to Drakin, who is once again using the Cell to pull himself to his feet.*

TH: That may be, but it looks like Michaels is back to his feet first.

*Michaels gets one hand on Drakin but Drakin suddenly grabs him and slams him into the Cell!*

JK: Not so fast there, Gorilla. Drakin snatching an opportunity where he sees it.
TH: Wait, Drakin is climbing the cell now!
JK: You know me and high risk, Gorilla. This is the ultimate in high risk here. The ultimate in foolishness.
TH: And perhaps this is the last act of a desperate man, the last act of someone who is dead set on obliterating the legacy of Jonathan Michaels, the last act of someone who realizes that it may take desperation to win.
JK: But we all know how disastrous going to the top of Hell In A Cell can be! We've probably all seen Mick Foley go flying off the Cell a million times, and Drakin could go flying as well!
TH: I think Drakin knows the risks behind this move, and I believe so does Michaels!

*Indeed, Michaels is now climbing to the top as well, but Drakin is ready for him when he gets there, and he pulls Michaels up by the hair and slams his face into one of the supports in the center!*

TH: Drakin is wasting no time to send Michaels to his doom.

*A couple more slams leave Michaels looking worse than before, and then Drakin picks him up, runs as best as he can, and drops him down on the roof with a single leg takedown!*

TH: That cell roof isn’t giving. What will it take?
JK: Some of that wire paneling just fell to the floor. I doubt it’ll take much more.

*A sick smile spreads on Drakin's face as he stumbles slowly around the roof.*

JK: Drakin’s desperate like you say, but he’s in for bitter disappointment if this doesn’t take Michaels out and if there’s one thing Michaels was always good at, it was taking damage and outlasting his opponents.

*Michaels starts to pull himself to his feet using the Cell available to him, but Drakin gets him in a standing headscissors.*

TH: This is it. He’s setting up for the Tale’s End!
JK: This must be the moment Drakin’s been waiting for. He must have seen it in his head over a thousand times. Replaying it over and over until it can’t go wrong.

*But Michaels suddenly stands up!*

TH: Michaels slips out!

*Drakin manages to stay on his feet as Michaels slips behind him, but Michaels shoves him in the back-*

TH: He’s going down!
JK: No, wait!

*Drakin barely stops himself from going off the edge!*

TH: A near miss for Seth Drakin.

*Drakin turns around-*

TH: Fade to Black!

*Drakin is stunned and teetering on the edge, when Michaels hits the Fade to Black again-*

TH: He’s falling! King, quick!

*Drakin crashes through the announce table.*

TH: OH MY GOD!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! SETH DRAKIN HAS BEEN BROKEN IN HALF!!!! HE JUST FELL TWENTY FEET OUT OF THE SKY AND RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!
JK: He wanted to destroy Jonathan Michaels tonight but I think it's just the other way around! Drakin's career may be dead, and I'm amazed that he isn't dead as well!

*Michaels collapses atop the cell, exhausted from the second superkick.*

TH: By god! Is Drakin moving?
JK: Michaels barely is moving. He’s all the way up there while Drakin is down here.

*Michaels starts to crawl to the edge and carefully climbs down.*

TH: Careful and steady does it.
JK: No need to rust when you’ve reduced your opponent to a sandbag.

*Once to the ground, Michaels stumbles backwards and collapses again, but he is up in a couple of seconds and he pulls Drakin out of the wreckage of the table before the medics can get there.*

TH: I don’t think I’ll ever see that as long as I’m on commentary!
JK: I really thought it was going to be the Spanish Announcers who were gonna get it too.

*The Spanish Announce team is dancing with joy that their table is intact. The still unresponsive Drakin gets dragged by one arm around the Cell, with Michaels stopping occasionally to regain his breath.*

TH: Michaels just has to take Drakin on the home stretch now before it’s over with the count of three.

*Michaels finally pulls Drakin back inside the Cell, pulls him up, and shoves him back in the ring.*

JK: The ultimate in high risk and it did not pay off for Seth Drakin. He worked so hard to get this match and now look at him.

*Michaels takes a second to regain his bearings, then slides in the ring and gets to his feet.*

JK: Reduced to little but dead weight to be pinned at the biggest stage of them-
TH: Wait, King!

*Drakin suddenly gets up and drills Michaels with -*

TH: Drakin with the barbed wire steel chair!
JK: Drakin with eleventh hour possum play.

*Michaels slumps into the ropes rebounds with a-*

TH: Wait! Fade to Black! Fade to Black!

*The barbed wire steel chair smacks right into Drakin’s face. Michaels collapses, arm across Drakin as Creed counts.*

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

MM: Here is your winner, Jonathan Michaels!

TH: He did it! Michaels defeated Seth Drakin!
JK: Drakin’s gotta feel like the biggest fool in the FAWA Galaxy right now.
TH: Well deserved I say.

*Michaels and Drakin are laid out as paramedics come to the cell, but it doesn’t lift.*

TH: What the? Something’s wrong.
JK: Michaels pinned Drakin but the cell ain’t going up…

*Jeremy Dupoe stands with the FAWA Tag Team Championship belt around his waist. Ophelia, Jack, and Nett stand behind him. He holds a piece of paper in his hands.*

DUPOE: It looks as if in preparation for the coming breaking of the Fifth Seal, there has been much neglect. I hold here the official signed contract for the Hell in the Cell match that has just transpired. According to this, Seth Drakin and Jonathan Michaels were to face off, but one other man was to be there tonight…

TH: What’s he talking about?
JK: Wait a minute…

DUPOE: Yes, Boiler Room Brawler was supposed to be Special Guest Referee of the match. Seeing as he’s not with us in spirit anymore, we can still uphold the contract in the flesh. I send forth Disturbance to officiate the match which will now restart.

*Michaels’s mouth is agape. He covers his face with his hands in frustration while Drakin can only smile.*

TH: This is an outrage! Michaels won fair and square and now the match is going to restart?
JK: It was a signed, written deal, Gorilla. Here comes the official referee now.

*Disturbance!BRB rolls down the ramp on his obsidian black Segway with a referee shirt and his FAWA Tag Team Championship belt over his shoulder.*

JK: Disturbance is all too glad to wreak further havoc. Winning the FAWA Tag Team belts wasn’t enough for his dark tastes.

*Disturbance walks through the busted cage door and walks into the ring.*

DING! DING! DING!

*Michaels grimaces at Disturbance!BRB. Drakin catches his bearings.*

TH: Just look at Michaels’s face right now. If looks could kill.
JK: There’s certainly a part of him that isn’t thinking about Disturbance right now. He’s wearing Boiler Room Brawler like a suit, but that’s the face of a man who has held a grudge against Michaels for years.

*Disturbance!BRB gestures at the two men to wrestle, but Michaels shakes his head no.*

TH: Michaels doesn’t want to wrestle.
JK: I’m of two minds about this. On the one hand, Michaels should have remembered that Boiler Room Brawler was contracted to officiate this match. On the other hand, it is bad form to restart the match for such negligence.

*Disturbance!BRB looks to Drakin, who nods his head but can only slump into the corner.*

JK: The spirit is willing, but the body isn’t ready.
TH: What will the Majority Shareholder do if he can’t get them to-

*Disturbance!BRB turns around-*

TH: Fade to Black!

*Disturbance!BRB is rocked but keeps to his feet while Michaels collapses. He bounces into the ropes before he regains his footing.*

JK: An act of defiance. I don’t know if he did that because his win is being turned over or because it was BRB.
TH: Probably both.

*Michaels tries to get up when Disturbance!BRB, fuming now runs up and knee strikes Michaels back to the mat and keeps running for the ropes.*

JK: That was a mistake.
TH: A mistake, but Michaels delivered a hell of a message to management.

Boiler Room Bomb!
JK: I’ve seen used toothpaste tubes with more depth than Michaels looks right now.
TH: Three hundred and fifty pounds of possessed humanity just crashed down on Michaels!
JK: And here comes Drakin.

*Disturbance!BRB stands above Michaels, his teeth gritted, when Drakin puts his arm in front of him and stands Michaels up into a bent position.*

TH: This is terrible. This can’t be happening! Not at Gookermania!
JK: It is happening. This is all the work of the Cult of the End. Their machinations are bringing this company to their beck and call. It’s their playground.

*Drakin looks down at Michaels and grins a little before he jumps up and delivers the Tale’s End.*

TH: Michaels won fair and square. He defeated Drakin.
JK: So long as the Cult of the End rules the FAWA, this will be reality as we know it.

*Drakin chuckles and hooks Michaels’s leg. Disturbance!BRB drops down to count it.*

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

MM: Here is your winner, Seth Drakin!

*Disturbance!BRB forces Seth Drakin to his feet to raise his arm into the air. Drakin cracks a smile as he looks down at Jonathan Michaels.*

TH: That just happened. That just happened.
JK: Yes.
TH: Michaels was utterly robbed. Drakin was given a second chance at his diabolical goal.
JK: Mhm.
TH: And now the last match in Jonathan Michaels’s career…
JK: I know. It’s true.
TH: Is there no limit to the Cult of the End’s tyranny?

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

GOOKERMANIA VI PART II

WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
TMK VERSUS CONNOR MACKENZIE

TH: Gookermania VI is almost over, Jesse.
JK: Dupoe is riding high over the FAWA and it only looks like he will tighten his grip as the weeks go by.
TH: That last match is sure to be a controversial conclusion for years to come, but we have just one more match, the one everyone has been waiting for.
JK: We've seen a new Television Champion and new Tag Team Champions but the FAN Forums Champion reigns supreme.
TH: And that brings us down to the World Heavyweight Championship: will Connor Mackenzie reign supreme tonight, or will Tobias Madoc Kingsley slay the Digital Dragon tonight on the biggest stage of them all?

MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, our next match is the main event of tonight and it will be for the World Heavyweight Championship and is scheduled for one fall.

*The lights go out. Strobe lights flash wildly…*

*Tobias Kingsley wanders out onto the stage, a sick smile etched across his face.*

JK: He fought through nine other men to emerge victorious at the Battle Bowl. He has waited a long time to climb the mountain and here he is, ready to slay the dragon and attain immortality.

*He takes a cigarette from out of his jacket and starts to smoke as he continues down the ramp and begins to slowly circling the ring.*

TH: That’s one way to put it King. He comes across to me as a disrespectful sadist who is a disgrace to the sport.

*TMK stubs the cigarette out on the steel steps before rolling into the ring and sitting in the corner. After a few moments he lets out a crazed laugh and uses the top rope to lift himself back on his feet, laughing the whole time as the arena goes pitch black.*

TH: If there is any justice left in this fed – after that Hell in a Cell match I don’t know – then Kingsley will be knocked down a peg tonight by this man.

*The lights dimly beat to follow along Connor's music as it 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 ring.*

TH: Connor Mackenzie, the Digital Dragon, the World Heavyweight Champion as he should be. He finally made it to the top and now he gets to defend his title on the biggest stage of the year.

*Once at the ring he slides under the bottom rope then climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He pulls back his hood, raises the World Heavyweight Championship Belt high in the air and lets out a yell while the arena lighting returns to normal.*

JK: No one deserves titles except the men who can win them.

*Kingsley laughs from his corner while Connor takes off his cloak to reveal his chain with a dragon pendant that he takes off before rolling back to the floor to give to a fan.*

JK: That should fetch a good price on eBay.
TH: King, why would someone sell the World Heavyweight Champion’s pendant from Gookermania VI?
JK: Because they have rent? Because they wanted Kingsley to win? I got lots of reasons.
TH: Oh would you stop?

*Connor gets back in the ring and starts stretching himself out a bit.*

MM: Introducing tonight's contestants. In the red corner, the challenger. From Block H of the Parts Unknown Asylum for the Criminally Insane, weighing 250lbs, he is the 2013 Battle Bowl winner: Tobias Madoc Kingsley!

*TMK raises his arms in the air, then lowers them to gesture around his waist, looking Connor in the eyes.*

MM: And his opponent in the blue corner: from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing 225lbs, your FAWA World Heavyweight Champion: "The Digital Dragon" Connor Mackenzie!

*Connor hops up in the corner and appeals to the crowd.

Referee Lloyd McFloyd lifts the World Heavyweight Championship belt into the air and then hands it off to start the match.*

DING! DING! DING!

*Kingsley puts up his dukes while Connor reaches out in a wrestling stance.*

JK: These two men employ very different skill sets. One's a brawler, the other's a consummate technician.

*Connor and Kingsley move towards each other.*

TH: I think it's too soon to just say that the first strike will win the match.

*Kingsely swings to punch Connor. Connor ducks, whips around Kingsley, and backs away.*

JK: Mackenzie looks like he's playing it safe right now. He's getting a feel for Kingsley while Kingsley is ready to go.

*Connor approaches Kingsley again-*

TH: Connor going for a two-leg takedown. Kingsley stays on his feet.

*Connor rolls away and back to his feet.*

JK: Kingsley's got a slight weight advantage, but I doubt that it'll make a big difference in tonight's match.
TH: Connor seems to want to ground Kingsley quick.
JK: But Kingsley's on to him. He knows he's being probed and tested.

*TMK rolls out of the ring.*

TH: What the? Kingsley to the outside. What is he meaning to do?
JK: If I were to guess, he's trying to psych out the World Heavyweight Champion.

*TMK walks around the ring and beckons to Connor, who slides out to the opposite side of the ring.*

TH: The champ is calling the challenger's bluff.
JK: Some slick thinking there by Mackenzie.

*Kingsley reaches under the apron to whip out a chair.*

JK: But Tobias Madoc Kingsley is ready to turn up the heat.
TH: A weapon is already drawn.

*Kingsley slides back into the ring, but Connor reaches under the apron and-*

TH: The champ with an aluminum baseball bat. He's gonna match the challenger.

*Connor slides into the ring. Kingsley runs up to him for a chairshot when Connor drops the bat and-*

TH: Connor with a legsweep! A hook of the leg!

ONE!

*Kingsley slams the chair on Connor's back.*

JK: Kingsley's not going down so easily.
TH: He's ready for a pin of his own.

ONE!

TH: But the champ kicks out.
JK: It's been a series of opening gambits, TH.

*Connor rolls to his feet. Kingsley, chair still in hand, stands up when Connor dropsaults the chair.*

TH: Connor ringing Kingsley's bell there and the challenger is losing his footing.
JK: The champ has the advantage now.
TH: Connor on the offensive and standing dropkick. Kingsley to the outside.
JK: With a rattled head to boot.

*Connor rolls out of the ring while Kingsley gets to his feet.*

TH: Is Connor turning the tables on Kingsley tonight?
JK: He's probably just adapting. Kingsley wants a match outside, he's gonna get one.

*Connor stands Kingsley up, but-*

TH: Kingsley with a judo throw.

*Connor crashes against the audience barrier but gets back up right into-*

TH: Evenflow DDT!
JK: Kingsley gets his match outside the ring indeed!

*Kingsley grabs the bottom rope for leverage and stomps on Connor before rolling him back into the ring and sliding in for the pin.*

ONE!

TW-

TH: Connor with the kickout!
JK: Kingsley ain't done yet.

*Kingsley stands up with Connor and grabs an arm.*

TH: Kingsley ready for a Kingsley Special? No, Connor with a reversal.

*Connor twists around and wristlocks Kingsley.*

JK: Connor's on the defensive right now. He's fighting to get into position to take control of the match back.

*Kingsley swings his arm behind himself right into Connor's head.*

TH: TMK with a brute force escape.

*Connor releases Kingsley's wrist and steps back to deliver a chop to Kingsley as he turns around.*

TH: Connor with a trademark chop.
JK: Kingsley's not just gonna take that.

*Kingsley invites another chop. Connor delivers.*

JK: TMK's taking what the Digital Dragon can dish out.

*Kingsley shakes his head and invites another. Connor heads-*

TH: Mackenzie to the ropes.
JK: Kingsley's not to be outdone.

*Kingsley runs to the opposite side. He runs to Connor and leaps up for-*

TH: Switchblade Strike from Kingsley, but Connor ducks it-

*Connor reaches behind himself and catches Kingsley for a neckbreaker.*

TH: Well-timed reversal! Connor hooks the leg.

One!

Two!

Kingsley gets the shoulder up.
JK: Kingsley looks a little surprised now. He did not count on Connor catching him with a neckbreaker.

*Both men get up when Connor whips Kingsley into the corner.*

TH: Kingsley to the corner and here comes the Digital Dragon, ready to soar!

*Connor backs up to the opposite corner and appeals to the crowd before charging for Kingsley.*

TH: The Digital Dragon with a flying knee strike!

*Connor lands his feet on the second rope and mounts Kingsley to punch him in the head.*

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE...

JK: Bad position for Mackenzie...

*Kingsley gets a hold of Connor and walks out from the corner.*

TH: He's got the champ on his shoulders. He's ready for a powerbomb.

*Kingsley turns around and powerbombs Connor against the top turnbuckle.*

JK: What a reversal.

*Kingsley hooks the leg.*

ONE!

TWO!

TH: Connor with the rope break. He's still in the game.

*Kingsley slides out of the ring but drags Connor with him. Connor kicks him in the face. Kingsley backs away.*

JK: Kingsley has been pretty strategic with his attacks this match.

*Connor slips to the outside and chops Kingsley.*

JK: And that's saying something since Connor was the one doing the feeling out.

*Connor grabs Kingsley by the arm-*

TH: And now Connor's going for a whip to the steps.

*Kingsley is whipped forward but he stops and whips Connor forward.*

JK: Never mind that. Connor's gonna meet solid steel.
TH: No wait-

*Kingsley jerks Connor back and clotheslines him in the back of the head, sending him facefirst into the steel steps.*

TH: Bah gawd! A Kingsley Special to the steel steps!

*Kingsley rolls Connor back into the ring with his head sticking out past the apron. He backs up and elbow strikes Connor in the face and then rolls into the ring.*

JK: Kingsley is a sadist. He wants to torture rather than slay the dragon.

*Kingsley rolls back into the ring and picks up Connor.*

TH: Backbreaker. Kingsley's holding Connor over his knee now!
JK: See? Still on a sadistic streak.

*Connor grits his teeth as TMK presses down on both ends and presses up with his knee.*

TH: Will this be where Connor's reign ends?

*Connor throws a fist up at TMK's face.*

JK: He's fighting back, I'll give him that.

*Kingsley holds on. Connor throws a kick to Kingsley's head.*

TH: He's using what he's got in this position.

*Connor throws up his leg to kick Kingsley in the head again and quickly follows it up with a chop to the face.*

TH: Kingsley drops the champ. The champ is free!
JK: But he's grounded.

*Kingsley goes to stomp Connor, but Connor catches his foot by the ankle.*

TH: Connor's turning it around...

*Connor twists TMK's ankle. He stands up with TMK's foot still in hand.*

TH: He's going for a sharp shooter! Mackenzie might put Tobias Madoc Kingsley away right here!

*Connor locks in the sharpshooter and wrenches back to apply pressure.*

JK: Kingsley feels that one.
TH: The champ has turned this match around.

*TMK pushes up but can only flop back down.*

JK: Connor's been adapting this whole match. Not much of a bigger picture.

*Kingsley rushes for the bottom rope and grabs it.*

TH: Kingsley gets the rope break.

*Connor keeps the Sharpshooter on Kingsley. McFloyd tells him Kingsley got the rope break.*

TH: The champ is keeping the hold locked on.
JK: It's the Reign of Chaos and the Digital Dragon is giving in tonight at Gookermania VI.

*Connor shouts out before letting Kingsley go.*

TH: A little taste of his own medicine.
JK: That'll just make Kingsley mad. He's gonna crank it up now.
TH: Not if Connor keeps the pressure on.

*Kingsley tries to get up, but Connor reaches around the front of his head and-*

TH: Dragon Sleeper! The Digital Dragon locks in the Dragon Sleeper!

*Connor cranks on TMK's neck.*

JK: Connor's become as relentless and ruthless as his opponent. He's not gonna let go of this one either.

*Kingsley punches at Connor. Connor responds by dropping back and intertwining their legs for-*

TH: Kingsley's in a surfboard now!
JK: From bad to worse.

*Kingsley can't properly hit Connor as he hangs overhead.*

TH: He came so far. He conquered the Battle Bowl only to be slayed by the Digital Dragon!
JK: He had firm control of the match and now's he's lost it.
TH: What's he doing now?

*TMK gets a leg free and rests it on top of the second rope.*

JK: I'm not sure, but it's taking all his concentration not to tap out before he's finished.
TH: Connor really wants this one to work.
JK: It's a submission hold, TH. Even if Kingsley escapes, he'll be injured. Crippled.

*Kingsley presses his free leg against the top rope.*

TH: Wait! He's got Connor's shoulders down!
JK: Two can play the improv game! Way to go, Kingsley!
TH: McFloyd with the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-

*Jeremy Dupoe, book in hand, walks down the entranceway. Disturbance!BRB blazes past him on his obsidian black Segway.*

TH: It's the CEO and the Majority Shareholder! The Tag Team Champions! What are they doing in the Parts Unknown Arena?
JK: Up to no good no doubt.

*Connor releases TMK and both men stand up.*

TH: They've given each other all they've got and they've got more.
JK: It's the biggest match of the year. No one wants to lose it and everyone wants to win it.

*Disturbance!BRB walks up the steps while Dupoe approaches the apron. TMK and Connor look at each other in confusion.*

TH: What kind of business do they have with the main event of Gookermania VI?
JK: Dupoe has an agenda to be sure. He's looking in that book.
TH: Connor and Kingsley ain't gonna wait.

*Disturbance!BRB clotheslines both men to the mat.*

TH: Disturbance taking advantage of their greatly worn down bodies.

*Dupoe is in the ring. He raises the book over his head and slams it down on TMK. Disturbance!BRB runs for the ropes and delivers a-*

TH: Boiler Room Bomb to Connor!
JK: It's gotta be payback for Night of the Wrestling Zombies last year.

*Dupoe slams the heavy tome down on TMK while Disturbance!BRB stomps on Connor.*

TH: A relentless beatdown! Someone stop them!
JK: Who? It's the Reign of Chaos. This is all perfectly legal.

DISTURBANCE!BRB: Call the bell!

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

TH: This is a robbery! They're running roughshot over the FAWA at the biggest show of them all!

DISTURBANCE!BRB: No contest!

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been declared a No Contest! Your World Heavyweight Champion is still Connor Mackenzie!

*Dupoe grabs a microphone while Disturbance!BRB holds the book before him.*

DUPOE: The First Seal was the Fall of the True Sovereign. Disturbance was bonded to the Majority Shareholder, Boiler Room Brawler, so it was done.

The Second Seal was the Declaration of the Reign of Chaos. Disturbance declared it so and it was done.

The Third Seal was the Rise of the High Priest. Disturbance did step down and hired me as CEO of this company so it was done.

The Fourth Seal was the Proof of the Fallen Sovereign and the Risen Priest. We vanquished a coalition of our enemies and now hold the FAWA Tag Team Championship Belts so was done.

Now, the Fifth Seal must be broken. When the Ones Who Were Became Again. They will descend upon the FAWA Galaxy and tear it asunder.

I summon them forth now.

TH: What is he talking about King?
JK: I have no clue.

*Dupoe points the microphone to the entrance stage. Music hits the speakers.*



TH: Who in the world?
JK: I don't like the looks of this.
TH: Is this who Jeremy Dupoe's been talking about this whole time?
JK: The ones who were and shall be again...
TH: I think I see someone walking out onto the stage...

*A whole lineup of people walks out onto the stage.*

TH: Are they?
JK: I think they are.

*Familiar faces with familiar names stand shoulder to shoulder:

Spaz, Mysth, Ivy, "The Comedian" Bobby Riggs, Maelstrom, Curly Long, Mister Big, The Bad Man - the list goes on as they are joined by some not-so-familiar faces.*

TH: It's...
JK: The end really is near, isn't it?
TH: This could be the FAWA's darkest hour, or the chance to rise to its finest hour...

*A notable number of the crowd begin to chant.*

E! DUB! T!
E! DUB! T!
E! DUB! T!
E! DUB! T!
E! DUB! T!
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GOOKERMANIA VI PART II
CREDITS
Antihero
Boiler Room Brawler
Gus Richlen
Spiked Mohican

[Jonathan Michaels]

Confused on two fronts.

1. Where's the promo I wrote?
2. Didn't I win the voting?

Those two things combined and the end result seem like the type of thing someone (me) could easily take the wrong way.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

1) Sonuva... I still have it, just forgot all about it after all the writing and the push to post the show. Sorry about that.

2) You did indeed win the vote and the official records will show it as so when I finally get around to catching up the archives. It's simply a heel move suggested by Drakin that I liked well enough. Think of it as like a more cruel version of Lawler/Cole at WM 27.

[Jonathan Michaels]

Just seems like something that should have been run by me.

Made me feel not unlike Bret Hart.

[Seth Drakin of Monster Crap]

Nov 2, 2013 4:51:13 GMT -5 Jonathan Michaels said:

Just seems like something that should have been run by me.

Made me feel not unlike Bret Hart.

I'm sorry, I should have run it by you. With work and so much other stuff, I just forgot. That was my fault and I was so good with everything else too, but it was in no way meant to make you feel like Bret Hart. It was more to see that my character was so obsessed with beating you that he would do literally anything to get it done, even basically sell his soul to the proverbial devil.

[The Lach is very tired]

So EWT is here, if anybody want to get familiar with the history of EWT check out officialfan.proboards.com/board/5/ewt-official-fed

Also posted a bio for Spaz in the FAWA roster thread complete with a picture.

[ratetankmark]

Since I'm keen to stay active, would anyone like to have a feud or even a match with 'Iran's Favourite Son' Jan Hamala? Just throwing it out there.

[The Man They Call Asher]

I also submitted a segment to you BRB, did you not get it or..?

Anyways that was a damn good show. The EWT invasion is gonna make things verrrrrry interesting.