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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 18, 2014 12:42:27 GMT -5
The show will happen tommorrow.
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Jonathan Michaels
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Jul 18, 2014 13:21:50 GMT -5
I'm still around, but nobody will talk to me.
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Post by bigalbass86 AKA Smokin Vokoun on Jul 18, 2014 14:38:17 GMT -5
So what's the official card?
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 18, 2014 15:55:27 GMT -5
You're taking on Richlen I'm taking on Drakin, If either of us wins we go on to the title match in two weeks.
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Jonathan Michaels
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Post by Jonathan Michaels on Jul 18, 2014 19:28:48 GMT -5
Hello?
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Jul 18, 2014 20:43:08 GMT -5
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 20, 2014 21:17:30 GMT -5
I'm sorry it will have to be tomorrow, I've been very busy the past few weeks.
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 21, 2014 21:14:08 GMT -5
*Niteraw comes on the air as the bell rings for the match to begin between Vokun and Richlen
Voting ends @9:00 AM tomorrow.
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Post by Hulk With A Mustache on Jul 21, 2014 22:00:54 GMT -5
*They tie up, each one trying to overpower the other. But, they're equally matched in strength. So, they just end up pushing one another back and forth for a bit. Eventually, Gus Richlen gets the upperhand by tripping Smokin' Vokoun. Vokoun falls to the mat, and Richlen beats him down with the MMA-style ground and pound. However, Vokoun moves, and Richlen misses a punch, hitting the mat. This allows Vokoun to roll him over onto the mat and start punching on Richlen. After a while, he picks up Richlen and whips him into the ropes. Vokoun backs into the opposite ropes and charges at Richlen for a lariat, but Richlen ducks, rolls around Vokoun, and hits him with a German suplex.*
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Post by Seth Drakin of Monster Crap on Jul 22, 2014 0:09:04 GMT -5
*Gus continues his onslaught by getting up and doing the Garvin stomp onto Vokoun.*
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 22, 2014 11:26:10 GMT -5
Gus Richlen nails final Judgement for the pin
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 22, 2014 21:08:47 GMT -5
*We open on Kerri Thompson. She’s in the backstage area in her regular clothes getting a soda from a vending machine. When she gets up, she suddenly see “The Comedian” Bobby Riggs standing beside her. He has on a shirt that says “Choose Breakfast,” blue jeans, and black boots.*
Kerri: *gasps* Jesus, you scared me.
Comedian: Oh, I bet you say that to all the guys.
Kerri: No, not really.
Comedian: Oh… Anyway, so what is a beautiful thing like you doing here all alone?
Kerri: I’m getting a soda. *shakes the soda can at Riggs* That’s what you do at a vending machine.
Comedian: *laughs* Terrific… terrific…
Kerri: Is that all? Or, do you want to show me your awful tastes in fashion?
Comedian: What!? What are you talking about? This… *tugs at shirt* This is gonna be the hottest new piece of FAWA merchandise soon. Mark my words.
Kerri: Okay… Well, I’m gonna go…
*Kerri tries to walk away, but Riggs grabs her by the arm and pulls her back.*
Comedian: Hold on… I’m not done talking.
Kerri: Damn.
Comedian: Now, I didn’t really appreciate what you and Rose did to me last week.
Kerri: Well, maybe if you hadn’t done the same to Michael earlier, then that wouldn’t have been necessary.
Comedian: Whatever. Anyway, I did not appreciate it. So, I wanted a chance to reciprocate.
Kerri: How so? Cream pie or whoopee cushion?
Comedian: Please… Nothing like that. I was thinking more of a regular old wrestling match.
Kerri: Okay. So, why not ask Michael himself?
Comedian: I don’t know. Me and him in the same room together.
Kerri: I hate to admit it, but you do make a good point. Fine. I’ll tell him you want to fight. Don’t be surprised if he says yes.
Comedian: Oh, I’m counting on it.
Kerri: Good, now if will excuse me.
*Kerri tries to walk away again, but Riggs again grabs her by the arm and pulls her back.*
Comedian: Hold on! I’m not done.
Kerri: Oh, God! What more do you want?
Comedian: I just wanted to ask you a question.
Kerri: I have a feeling this won’t be good.
Comedian: Oh, please. *laughs* I was just wondering… why are you with a guy like Rose? Why not someone sexier, manly, funnier? Someone like, say, me!
Kerri: *bursts out laughing* Oh God! Okay, THAT was funny! You did it! You got me to laugh! Kudos!
Comedian: I’m sorry, but I was being serious.
Kerri: Are you sure about that?
Comedian: Yes, I am.
Kerri: Well, I was with you… once… Remember?
Comedian: I remember.
Kerri: And, that doesn’t give you any indication as to why?
Comedian: *pauses to think about it* Nope!
Kerri: Well, let me refresh your memory. Now, while it was pleasant at first, I later learned that you filmed the whole thing without my permission and then aired it on a pay-per-view just to cost Michael a match.
Comedian: So?
Kerri: You don’t see anything wrong with that?
Comedian: *pauses to think about it* Nope!
Kerri: I don’t even know why I bothered. *walks away*
Comedian: *yelling at Kerri* If you ever feel like dumping that zero Rose, give me a call!
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 23, 2014 8:10:21 GMT -5
Michael Muffer: Our following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, at a combined weight of 435 pounds, the team of Steve Rollins and Artie! The Strongest Man In The World! *The crowd politely cheers for the jobbers. They wave to the crowd. Both have on their usual gear: Rollins in white wristbands, red trunks and boots, and white knee pads; Artie in a red and blue striped bodysuit.* *The Breakfast Pack’s music plays: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_9sB92dJzM*Muffer: And, their opponents, coming down to the ring, being accompanied by their stablemates Brandon Barger, Beth Graham, and Lauren Jamison, at a combined weight of 468 pounds, from Schermer, Illinois—Nick Britt and Shaun Clark… THE BREAKFAST PACK. Tim Hoss: Well, we are in for a treat as we are about to see the debut match of The Breakfast Pack. Jesse King: Yeah, it should be interesting to see what a bunch of eighties rejects will do in the ring. TH: Hey! What’s wrong with the eighties? JK: Nothing. I just doubt that these people actually lived through them. TH: Well, regardless, they look determined to fight. JK: Yeah, but they don’t look ready. *And, they don’t. They all have on their normal street clothes, even Nick and Shaun who are suppose to be wrestling. The bell rings as Nick and Shaun enter the ring. They rush over and suddenly kick Rollins and Artie in the crotch respectively. The ref has no choice but to ring the bell.* Muffer: Here are your winners, by disqualification… Steve Rollins and Artie! JK: What do you know!? Rollins is on a winning streak. TH: It sure doesn’t look like one. *Shaun and Nick are viciously beating down on Rollins and Artie. Beth and Lauren grab a couple of chairs and throw them into the ring. Shaun and Nick soon use them against Rollins and Artie. The ref tries to stop them, but Beth enters the ring; and the ref gets a low blow for his troubles.* TH: What is the meaning of this!? They are just destroying Rollins and Artie with those chairs. JK: And now, referee John Creed is getting attacked. TH: What is the meaning of this? *Shaun and Nick stop beating on Rollins and Artie. Nick then picks up Artie and holds him. Lauren climbs up onto the apron and jumps onto the top rope. Then, they hit him with a springboard dropkick/reverse STO combo.* TH: Back To The Future to Artie, but the match is over. Don’t they know this! JK: They don’t care! They got disqualified on purpose. *Nick then picks up Rollins and hits him with Sliced Bread #2 but remains on his knees, allowing Beth to jump off Nick’s back and to perform a shooting star press onto Rollins.* TH: Risky Business from the Pack. JK: I think they’re just showing off. TH: They could have done that in the match. JK: Well, they didn’t. Get over it, Hoss. *Brandon picks up Artie and holds him for Lauren to hit Artie with a spinning sole kick followed by a superkick from Shaun followed by an enzuigiri/superkick combo from Shaun and Lauren respectively.* TH: And, that was Breakin’ 2: Electric Bugaloo. JK: I’m seeing a pattern in the name of their moves. *Nick picks up Rollins as Shaun climbs to the top rope. He jumps off, and they hit Rollins with a wheelbarrow suplex/diving neckbreaker combo.* TH: Weird Science from Shaun and Nick. When will this end? JK: Who knows? They could go all night. TH: I hope for Rollins and Artie’s sake that they don’t. *Brandon picks up Artie onto his shoulders as Beth lies down on the mat and Lauren moves to the apron. Lauren then jumps up onto the top rope and hits Artie with a springboard bulldog, dropping him onto Beth’s knees.* TH: St. Elmo’s Fire! Man, someone needs to stop this. JK: Eh… I hope this goes on for a while. These guys are starting to entertain me. *Nick grabs a mic and hands it to Brandon.* Brandon: This is bogus man! We did not come here for this! We came here to fight the best! We came here to be the best! As the song goes, we’re the best around, and nothing is gonna keep us down! But, we can’t show that we’re the best if we keep getting Barney’s like this! We want competition that is Michael Jackson bad and not the actual meaning of the word! So, let this be a lesson to the couch potato running this show in the back! You keep giving us bunk competition like this, then we’ll keep showing just how displeased we are. We don’t care! We’ll destroy every freaking dork, doofus, and dweeb you send out here! And, we mean it! We want REAL competition! We want to fight REAL wrestlers! And, we want it now! Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall! Allow those commies to come through and let us fight ‘em! Because, we’re the Wolverines, dammit! And, it’s morning in America, again. And, that dawn is red! *The crowd boos as the Pack’s music plays. Then, we go to commercial.* |
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 24, 2014 1:02:38 GMT -5
Anti hero and Drakin stare down as the bell rings
Hint: Drakin wins
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Post by Gus Richlen: Ruffian on Jul 24, 2014 12:09:22 GMT -5
Drakin promptly decks the ref. Welp, we got us a No DQ match for the moment.
They lock up and Drakin shoves Anti all the way back and out of the ring. Anti tries to slide back in but gets a baseball slide to the face!
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Post by Hulk With A Mustache on Jul 24, 2014 13:56:15 GMT -5
Antihero tries to get back into the ring, but Drakin goes for another baseball slide. This time, however, Anti grabs his legs and pulls him out of the ring. Drakin manages to get on his feet, but Antihero grabs him by his head and shoves him hard to the floor. He then picks Drakin up and throws him into the ring. Anti climbs up to the top ropes and jumps off with his Breath taking move (450 Double Foot Stomp), landing right on Drakin's back.
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Jul 24, 2014 16:48:08 GMT -5
*Anti hooks the leg.*
1!
2!
*Drakin kicks out and shoves Anti off of him.*
*Anti throws a kick towards Drakin, but Drakin catches his foot and twists for a Dragon screw.
Still holding onto Anti by the ankle, Drakin locks him down by the knee as he reaches for Anti's head to secure an STF hold.*
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Post by BoilerRoomBrawler on Jul 25, 2014 5:02:58 GMT -5
*Anti manages to grab a rope to which Drakin releases him.*
*Anti gets up with a back kick to Drakin's ribs. Drakin falters back a step. Anti capitalizes with a series of low kicks to the knees as Drakin drops down to the mat.*
*Drakin on his knees, is grappled by Anti, who twists around to behind Drakin and takes him to the mat with a kneeling neckbreaker.*
*Anti holds Drakin down for the pin.*
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 25, 2014 9:54:37 GMT -5
Antihero tries for an Anticlimax but gets rolled into a jacknife pin for the three!
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Post by Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! on Jul 26, 2014 15:03:03 GMT -5
*
Michael Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming down to the ring, being accompanied by Sorrow, at 6 foot 6 inches, and weighing 290 lbs., from Los Angeles, CA: “THE COMEDIAN” BOBBY RIGGS.
*The Comedian and Sorrow come out to the boos of the crowd. Riggs has on his green tights with his signature logo on them and black boots and is holding his signature rubber chicken. Sorrow is wearing his signature mask and all black clothes. They walk down to the ring, The Comedian smiling the whole time and Sorrow not paying any attention to the crowd. The Comedian enters the ring, walks over to a corner, and stands on the second turnbuckle, holding up his rubber chicken. He then throws it to Sorrow who catches it.*
*AmericAnt’s music plays:
MM: And, his opponent, coming to the ring, at 6 foot 5 inches, and weighing at 305 lbs. from The Land Of Opportunity: AMERICANT!!!!
*AmericAnt comes down to the ring waving the red, white, and blue flag. He then enters the ring and does some Hulk Hogan like poses before giving the thumbs up to the fans.*
Tim Hoss: And, we are in store for some solid action right now as AmericAnt makes his debut against “The Comedian” Bobby Riggs.
Jesse King: It will be interesting to see how this match plays out. This AmericAnt looks like a solid fighter, but Riggs is devious and has Sorrow on his side.
TH: Yeah, it could go either way.
*They circle each other and tie up. Riggs gets the upper hand, locking AmericAnt into a hammerlock. However, AmericAnt manages to reverse it into a hammerlock of his own. But, Riggs fights him off with a series of hard elbows to the side of his head. He eventually gets AmericAnt to let go. Riggs then runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, and charges at AmericAnt, but he ducks a clothesline. He then charges at Riggs as he hits the ropes and clotheslines him out of the ring. AmericAnt then climbs to the top rope and jumps off, landing on Riggs with a flying clothesline.*
TH: And, the Rocket’s Red Glare from AmericAnt.
JK: He’s busting out the big moves early on. That’s smart.
*AmericAnt gets up and throws the Comedian back into the ring. He reenters it as well and hits Riggs with a one handed bulldog as he gets up. AmericAnt gets up, waits for Riggs to get up, and clotheslines him when he does. AmericAnt then runs to the ropes, bounces off of them, charges at Riggs, and hits him with a running knee drop to the head. Riggs jumps up in pain as AmericAnt moves to a corner, waiting for Riggs to get up. He does, and AmericAnt charges at with a three point stance clothesline, knocking him back down.*
TH: And, the Stars & Stripes from AmericAnt has the Comedian seeing stars and stripes no doubt.
JK: AmericAnt is looking impressive so far. But, Riggs still has the edge with Sorrow standing around ringside.
TH: True. It remains to be seen if Sorrow will interfere. But, that scenario seems highly likely.
*AmericAnt then hits Riggs with a series of elbow drops. However, he misses one when Riggs rolls out of the way. Riggs then spears AmericAnt as he gets up, knocking him back into the ropes. The Comedian gets up and runs to the opposite ropes, bouncing off of them for a clothesline. However, AmericAnt ducks and back body drops Riggs to the outside. AmericAnt then moves onto the apron, waiting for Riggs to get up. He does, and AmericAnt charges at him, jumping off with a shoulder block and knocking Riggs down.*
TH: AmericAnt is on a roll. If he keeps it up, then this match should be over soon.
JK: I doubt that will happen. Riggs has something up his sleeve. I can feel it.
TH: But, he isn’t wearing a shirt.
JK: It’s a figure of speech, Hoss.
*AmericAnt throws Riggs back into the ring. Back in the ring, Riggs suddenly grabs the ref and turns him around, pleading for some mercy. The ref tries to get him to let go. This distraction allows Sorrow to sneak up behind AmericAnt and throw him back into the steel guardrail. He rams him back first into it a few times and then throws him into the apron. AmericAnt bounces off the apron, and Sorrow elbows him in the back.*
TH: Oh, son of a…
JK: Told you!
TH: I can’t say that I’m surprised that Sorrow is attacking AmericAnt, but I can say that is completely despicable.
JK: Hey! Whatever it takes to win the match.
*Sorrow throws AmericAnt back into the ring, and Riggs lets go of the ref, attack AmericAnt with a double axe handle. He punches and stomps on AmericAnt’s back for a bit. He then picks up AmericAnt, hits with a German suplex, rolls over, hits him with another, rolls over, and hits him with a third. Riggs picks up AmericAnt again, hits him with a snap suplex, rolls over, hits him with another, rolls over, and hits him with a third. Riggs picks up AmericAnt again, hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex, rolls over, hits him with another, rolls over, and hits him with a third.*
JK: They say Comedy Comes In Threes, Hoss, and Riggs just proved it.
TH: I didn’t find that particularly funny.
JK: Well, comedy is subjective.
*Riggs goes for the pinfall, but only gets a two count. Riggs is mad at the ref, telling him that it is a three count. He then talks with the referee over in the corner pleading his case, meanwhile Sorrow comes back in and attacks AmericAnt again, choking him.*
TH: This is ridiculous.
JK: Hey, ref can't see so he can't disqualify him.
*Sorrow then leaves the ring happy with what he has done. Suddenly, Michael Rose goes down to the ringside and brawls with Sorrow and they both go towards the back.*
JK: What is Michael Rose doing here??
TH: Making sure this is a fair one on one match.
JK: But he has no business out here, this has nothing to do with him.
TH: He just wants to see Riggs play fair.
*Bobby Riggs cannot believe this as he goes back to attack AmericAnt. He picks up the young rookie and delivers the Laugh Riot.*
JK: That should do it.
TH: Sadly, I agree.
*Riggs goes for the pin.
1...
2...
AmericAnt pushes The Comedian a few feet into the air and off of him. AmericAnt gets to his knees and shakes his head. Bobby punches him in the face, but AmericAnt continues to shake his head as he gets up. Bobby does a third punch , but AmericAnt just points his finger at the Comedian as says "YOU!!!!"*
TH: Oh boy....from what I have heard, AmericAnt is now Fired Up.
JK: Where is AmericAnt getting this from?
*Bobby tries for a punch one more time, but AmericAnt blocks. He counters by returning punch. He does another punch, then delivers a big third one, which knocks down Riggs. Riggs gets back up and is Irish whipped to the ropes. After bouncing off the ropes, Bobby is met with a big boot by AmericAnt.
AmericAnt then goes off the ropes and hits the American Leg Drop.
Cover...
1...
2...
3...*
TH: And AmericAnt with a strong showing in his first FAWA match.
JK: Give a little assist to Michael Rose.
TH: Not really...Rose never hit Riggs in any way. But regardless...AmericAnt makes a great first impression.
*The referee raises AA's arm in victory.*
Winner: AmericAnt
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