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

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

E-DAY
GUS RICHLEN VERSUS ANTHONY TRAVIZZO

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is scheduled for one fall!

*"All The Heavy Lifting" hits first as Anthony Travizzo walks down the ramp, pausing midway to absorb the boos before finishing his walk.*

MM: Introducing first, from Murray Hill In Little Italy In Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 236 pounds, Anthony Travizzo!

TH: Anthony Travizzo has left an unmistakeble mark on FAWA in just a few weeks, having proven to be a major thorn in the side of Michael Hayden and nearly taking the Television Championship.

JK: And I don't understand why he's not getting another shot tonight! He doesn't need to earn his way in! He's already proven that he's better than a good chunk of the roster!

*Then the lights go dark as the ever-haunting intro of "My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark" kicks in. The camera cuts to Gus "The Predator" Richlen walking through the back, surrounded by police and security. There are again some boos mixed with the cheers, but as Richlen enters through a crowd tunnel, he glares at one of them and does a mocking swagger before going over the barricade.*

MM: And his opponent, representing Predator Nation, from Peshtigo, Wisconsin, weighing in at 197 pounds, Gus "The Predator" Richlen!

TH: He may, however, have made one major mistake by antagonizing this man. If there is one thing we have known to be consistent about Gus Richlen, when he is pushed, he displays a mean streak that just keeps getting worse and worse. Add to that his determination to take the Television Championship away from Hayden and Richlen could be even more dangerous than he was before.

JK: Oh please! Richlen has proven he can never beat Hayden under any circumstances, and he's proven that he never belonged here in the first place! I hope Travizzo beats him so badly with that tire iron that he's forced to retire on the spot!

*John Creed calls for the bell and Travizzo goes right after Richlen with the tire iron, only to take a boot to the gut and it falls out of his hands. Richlen follows it up with forearms to the face before whipping him to the ropes, but Travizzo catches him on the rebound with a knee shot of his own before following it up with a vicious series of punches. Richlen gets whipped to the ropes and Travizzo starts to lift on the reboud for a powerslam, but Richlen sandbags him and counters into a snap suplex!

Richlen rolls to his feet and kicks the tire iron out of the ring before walking right into another knee to the gut from Travizzo before the Italian hooks him for a suplex before bouncing him off the ropes and finishing the suplex!

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Richlen kicks out, so Travizzo pulls him up, but Richlen swiftly flips him with another snap suplex! He rolls to his feet again and turns around, and this time Travizzo gets up and walks into a double leg takedown! Richlen moves into half-guard and starts throwing in punches until Travizzo uses the ropes to pull himself out of the ring and out of his grasp. He taKes a moment to catch his breath and that's when Richlen reaches through the ropes, only for Travizzo to extend the breather by hanging him up on the nearest rope!

Travizzo recovers his tire iron while he's outside, and he slides in the ring and clocks Richlen in the back! Richlen goes down again and Travizzo follows it up with a falling knee also to the back before rolling him over!

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Richlen kicks out again, so Travizzo pulls him up, but Richlen surges forward with a modified version of his running back body drop! Travizzo pops back up, only for Richlen pick him up, turn, and flapjack him into the turnbuckle! Travizzo falls onto the second rope and Richlen rushes forward, but Travizzo suddenly turns and catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

1!

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Again Richlen gets the shoulder up, so Travizzo starts stomping at him, but Richlen grabs the leg after the fifth or sixth time and dragon screws him down! Richlen has a harder time getting up by now, but Travizzo walks right into getting scooped up and dropped by a running powerslam!

1!

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Travizzo is now the one who must kick out, so Richlen waits for him to get up before grabbing him and dropping him with a reverse STO!

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Travizzo kicks out again so Richlen pulls him up and Irish whips him to the corner, but when he charges, Travizzo moves out of the way, and Richlen turns around THE 5 ARM!!! Richlen stumbles out of the corner and Travizzo scoops him up and hangs him in the turnbuckle in the Tree Of Woe positiion before charging and nailing him in the gut with a knee!*

TH: Right now, this match has been mostly Travizzo, with Richlen barely able to get any sustained offense in!

JK: You won't hear ME complain! I only hope Travizzo grabs that tire iron and finishes him off!

*Richlen slides to the mat headfirst as Travizzo pulls him up and drop him on the turnbuckle with SNake Eyes, but as Travizzo rebounds off the ropes, Richlen catches him and flapjacks him on the turnbuckle again! Travizzo stumbles out only to get wrapped up from behind, German suplex! Richlen deadlifts him up, second German suplex! He deadlifts him again, but Travizzo grabs the ropes and blocks before elbowing him in the face. Richlen backs up a step and Travizzo makes his move, hooking him and flipping him with a belly-to-belly suplex!

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Richlen kicks out AGAIN!

Travizzo, starting to get frustrated, pulls him up CARNOSEL OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

Richlen is on his back, needing a breather, and Travizzo starts to pull himself up with the ropes, but Richlen suddenly kips up! Travizzo turns and charges SAMOAN DROP TO TRAVIZZO! The Italian gets up right away, but Richlen strikes with a Richlenziguiri! Travizzo spins AND COMES BACK WITH WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD!!!

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RICHLEN KICKS OUT!!!

Travizzo pulls him up and whips him to the corner before charging, but Richlen ducks Aviarre Coma Indotto! Travizzo gets hung up, but he extracts himself and turns right into a goozle, CHOKESLAM!!!

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TRAVIZZO KICKS OUT!!!

There's a light burning in Richlen's eyes nonetheless, and he starts stalking Travizzo, and as soon as the Italian gets up, Richlen gets the arm hooked and starts to lift, but Travizzo counters Final Judgment into another neckbreaker!

Then he reaches for the tire iron and waits for Richlen to get up before charging RUNNING BACK BODY DROP!!! Travizzo gets right back up and turns SHOWTIME KICK!!!!

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MM: Here is your winner, Gus "The Predator" Richlen!

TH: Richlen took a beating from Travizzo, but that's Richlen's style: he is tough as nails and can reach down deep to pull out the win like he did tonight!

JK: Maybe, but Travizzo held up strong against a former FAWA World Champion again! Next time these two face off, Richlen's gonna get his head battered with the tire iron for sure!

[The Man They Call Asher]

I have this weird sense of deja vu...

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Gggrrraaahhh!

*turns into an agent*

[SsnakeBite, the No1 Frenchman]

Nov 25, 2013 23:01:03 GMT -5 The Man They Call Asher said:

I have this weird sense of deja vu...

The match was so good that the entire thing made it to the highlight reel.

[Hulk With A Mustache]

I'm seeing double! Four matches!!!!

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

E-DAY

*“The Comedian” Bobby Riggs and Sorrow come out to the boos from the crowd. The Comedian has on a leather coat, white button up shirt and blue jeans. He’s holding his rubber chicken with the lead pipe in it and a bottle of water. Sorrow has on his trademark mask and all black clothes. They calmly walks down the ramp to the ring, The Comedian with a smile on his face, Sorrow with no expression at all (not that you’d be able to tell from that mask), and enter the ring. Inside the ring, there are four tables with two chairs to each of them. Each table has glasses filled with clear liquids or brown liquids. There is a small platform in front of the tables and chairs. On the platform is a mic stand with a microphone and two stools. The Comedian places the water and chicken/pipe on one of the tables, sits on a stool, and takes the microphone from the mic stand with his left hand. Sorrow just stands next to him.*

COMEDIAN: Hello, ladies and germs. And, you are in for a special treat. Everywhere I’ve gone, I have brought this nice little talk show with me to bring joy and laughter to all my adoring fans.

*The crowd boos.*

COMEDIAN: Thank you. Thank you. You’re too kind. So, now it is time for the FAWA debut of The Comedian’s Comedy Club!

*The crowd boos again.*

COMEDIAN: Now, before we begin, I wanted to allow myself to introduce… um… myself… I am “The Comedian” Bobby Riggs. And, here is my bodyguard, tag team partner, and, well quite frankly, my friend, Sorrow. Why don’t say something to these nice people, Sorrow?

*Sorrow takes the mic from The Comedian.*

SORROW: Thank you. Hello, everyone. I’m Sorrow, and I’m here to help you. You see, I hate to break the bad news, but you all are sick. Yes, you have all been infected with a disease. And, that disease is happiness. It’s a plague that is ruining all your lives. For millennia, people have done everything in their power in the pursuit of happiness. They’ve waged wars, killed people, spread sicknesses, and done unspeakable horrors to one another all in the vain attempt to make everyone like them, to bring peace and contentment to the world. And, it had led to nothing but racism, genocide, and tyranny. And, through it all, there was depression, an emotion that was persecuted for prejudices against sadness. But, all this pursuit of happiness has done nothing but to spread depression. Throughout it all, depression has survived. It hasn’t been stamped out and destroyed. It was resilient and fought back. It has never gone away. And, why? Because it is the natural order of things. Happiness is brief. It’s is 5 second orgasm or a 22 minute sitcom. It is brief and fleeting. Wars fought for something that will float away in the blink of an eye. But, depression has been around forever. It has never gone away, like the air, the water, and the sun. It has lasted all these years because it is necessary for life. Think about. You people work yourselves to the bone just to make ends meet in hopes that someday you’ll have enough money to make yourselves happy. Isn’t it tiring? Don’t just want to give up? Well, I say do so! Give up! Forget happiness. Embrace depression. It won’t bring about joy and comfort, but at least you won’t have to worry anymore. That’s what I did. I stopped trying to find my bliss, and I’ve been better off for it. I don’t need anyone or anything, and I feel fine. I know that if do as me, you will, too. Thank you.

*The crowd boos as Sorrow hands back the mic to The Comedian.*

COMEDIAN: Thank you, Sorrow. Cheerful lad, isn’t he? *similes* Anyway, since Sorrow shared what he’s all about, I’d like to do the same. And, I just want to say that I am here to entertain you all through my new brand of comedy. For years I toiled on the comedy circuit and the independent wrestling circuit, never being able to make it on either one. There were several reasons for this, but there was just one big reason why I never achieved superstardom in either field. I was never able to choose between the two worlds. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be a comedian or a wrestler. And, because of that, I later realized that my heart was never really into either one. Which led to me sucking at both. Then, I had an idea. It came to me when I saw an old Three Stooges short. It was the one in which the Stooges accidentally knock out this wrestler and have Curly take his place so that they don’t get killed by these mobsters. As I watched the short, this idea just smacked me like a fish in the face. Why not combine them both? Think about it. The Stooges made people laugh beating the crap out of one another. People laughed at those Jackass guys kicking themselves in the crotch. You’ve all heard the expression “It’s only funny until someone gets hurt. Then, it’s hysterical.” People love to laugh, and the pain and misery of others makes people laugh better than anything I’ve ever known. Don’t you feel alive knowing that someone else is in pain and you aren’t? Aren’t you glad when something bad happens to other people? Of course you are, because it ain’t happin’ to you. I’m here to make you all feel better about yourselves. Now, you’re not gonna admit it. I know this. I’m not stupid! I hear the boos coming from your mouths. But, you know it’s true. You know, deep down inside of you that you all are glad you aren’t the ones suffering. And, if you are suffering, then you’re glad that someone else is either suffering as well or suffering worse than you. And, it’s okay. I know that you all are laughing on the inside. And, I hope that one day I can get you to laugh on the outside. Life is just one big joke, and I’m the punchline.

*The Comedian takes moment to take in the reaction of the crowd.*

COMEDIAN: NOW! With your hosts properly introduced, on with the show! It is time for our first guest! And I think you'll be-

*He is interrupted as "Otherworld" starts playing. Mysth appears at the end of the ramp, still nursing his back. He looks absolutely furious and is holding a microphone.*

COMEDIAN: Well now, that's not who I was expecting at all! They must have sent me the wrong guy!

MYSTH: I have no time for your bad jokes, Riggs! You attacked me and Hamala, robbed us - and when I say "us", I include the fans in this arena and the viewers at home - of a proper conclusion and ruined the first FAWA-EWT cross-promotion match... and now you're already prancing around in the middle of the ring as if nothing happened?! Do you even realize how you're making EWT look?!

COMEDIAN: HA! That's rich! How I am making EWT look? You should consider yourself lucky that I beat the crap out of the two of you and saved use all the embarrassment of seeing you tap out, or worse, assuming you would have somehow come back from that and won: being represented by the likes of you. Frankly, if you're so worried about EWT's reputation, you should consider yourself lucky I even bothered giving you the honour of dirtying my hands on you. Now, you have exactly the amount of time it takes Sorrow here to get to you to leave the arena in one piece.

*Sorrow calmly climbs down from the ring and makes his way towards Mysth, cracking his neck and knuckles in the process.*

MYSTH: *smiling* Is this the best you have to offer, Riggs? You should know that intimidation doesn't work with me. I have beaten bigger, tougher guys than you or Sorrow!

*Sorrow is now within reach of Mysth and reaches for him, but Mysth suddenly spits poison mist right in his eyes. As Sorrow is recoiling in pain and trying to wipe the mist away, Mysth grabs him and takes him down with the Heavy Cutter!*

MYSTH: You know what I want, Riggs! I want a match against you! The question is, of course, will you have the guts to accept? Because if attacking me in the back and sending your lackey after me have shown anything, it's that you know just as well as I do that you can't beat me in a fair fight! You say you want to give these people entertainment, that they enjoy seeing the pain of others, well imagine their delight when they get to see me break you to pieces!

*The crowd cheers but is soon cut off by the March of the Dead as Disturbance!BRB enters the arena on his obsidian segway.*

DISTURBANCE!BRB: Enough of this drivel! You're not here for sport, Mysth. You are one of the ones who were and will be again. So said the High Priest's tome of eldritch lore!

You are here to destroy this, my company as per the prophecy! I did my part, now it's your turn to do yours! So says me, Disturbance, the Reigning Sovereign of the FAWA and one half of the Tag Team Champions!

You do your part or you will be banished from the darkness whence you were summoned!

MYSTH: If you want me to leave, book me in a match against this clown.

DISTURBANCE!BRB: The EWT and the FAWA cannot exist in peace. They are light and dark - they can only struggle for dominance! Master Dupoe and I have worked far too long to get this far. Only two seals left and you want to pull this on us? You have a mission, a duty, a purpose, so if you want both of these things to go your way, you're hereforth banished.

*Meanwhile, Mysth did not notice Sorrow slowly getting back up behind him, and despite his mask covering his entire head, Sorrow's eyes and body language show that he seeks retribution for the Heavy Cutter from earlier. He strongly grabs Mysth's shoulder, spins around and immediately hits him with a Chokeslam.*

DISTURBANCE!BRB: There we are... yes... That works too. Get this mortal filth out of here.

*Disturbance calmly walks past Mysth's prone body as security staff rush in to help Mysth out before Sorrow can do any more damage. Sorrow makes it back to the ring and holds the ropes open for Disturbance to enter the ring. Disturbance enters the ring and takes a seat in the empty stool next to The Comedian. Sorrow enters the ring and walks over behind Riggs.*

COMEDIAN: Okay, Mr. Disturbed. First, I’d like to apologize for the interruption. Some people just don’t how to behave themselves. Second, I want to welcome you to The Comedian’s Comedy Club. And, third, I just have to ask: If you were a tree, what tree would you be?

*The Comedian smiles. Disturbance just looks at him with despair and annoyance.*

COMEDIAN: Seriously though, just what brings you into enemy territory?

DISTURBANCE!BRB: I'm glad you asked, Comic Mortal one. You see, ever since I - the Fallen Sovereign of the End - and Master Dupoe - the High Priest of the End - laid waste to our enemies at Gookermania, we've been the Tag Team Champions and we've been riding high on this plane.

*Disturbance!BRB holds his FAWA Tag Team Championship Belt up into the air.*

DISTURBANCE!BRB: And I found out that I like to destroy mortals in this so-called "square circle." There's two more seals left to break, but I know that I have a lot more I can do while the End of the FAWA approaches.

COMEDIAN: Okay. That's... um... interesting. So, I just to ask: why? Why bring EWT back? Why do you want FAWA to go the way of the dodo?

Disturbance:BRB: Hahaha! Why not have the High Priest himself explain? Come on out here, Dupoe! [/font]

*Dupoe steps out of the shadows dressed in elegant ritual robes*

DUPOE: Its simple dear child, this place this...company is a feeding ground for otherworldly beings, an ever full buffet of chaos and insanity but you see small creatures only take small bites, the Elder Gods are not small creatures, they require the energy of chaos to feed, this one companies chaos output is enough to to feed them for centuries unfortunately that means company must die, and with 2 seals left that will be happening sooner than later. EWT were brought in to stir the pot as it were, unfortunately you had to insist on peace,WE BROUGHT YOUR ASSES FROM WHATEVER HOLES YOU WERE ROTTING IN TO HELP DELIVER THE KILLING BLOW, and yet you all seek peace with us, I should have you all skinned alive and fed to the ever shrieking beasts of my torture chambers but instead I am going to ask you, Comedian,why? Why did you not raise the hell your known for, why did you decide to collectively ruin my *Dupoe looks to Disturbance!BRB* our plans to make this company and soon their after THE WORLD suffer?

COMEDIAN: Hey! Did you not see me beat up that Iron Sheik wannabe? I thought that was pretty cool.

Dupoe: Beating a few people is hardly causing mass chaos and disorder let alone pleasing evil beings from beyond space and town. To put it terms you would understand on the crazed beatdowns scale it barely reached end of WCW Nitro run in, ahh WCW, now that is a hotbed of chaos if I ran that company the world would already be in control of the Elder Gods and you would all be dead.

DISTURBANCE!BRB: Enough! Way I see it, Master Dupoe, we have the Tag Team Championships. We can run roughshod over this company all we want whether the EWT's gonna help us or not. There's no one who can stop us!

COMEDIAN: Well, I know of a few who would disagree with you on that. Which brings me to my next guests. They are the former FAWA Tag Team Champions. So, please welcome The Dream Team—Scott Martin and The Dream!

A-MER-I-CA!

*Blackout and pause for five seconds. Then a miserably small firework goes off and the music plays for a second before cutting out, causing the house lights to go up.*

A-MER-I-CA!

*The Dream Team walk out, wearing conspicuous FAWA T-Shirts*

SCOTT MARTIN: The Comedian, eh? I'd say it's a pleasure to be on your show, but uh, given what you did to Hamala and Mysth on our last program, you can understand I'm a bit wary of you and your little buddy over there.

Oh, and that whole "Invading our company and just generally stirring shit up for the sake of it" bit doesn't exactly have me on your side. EWT was nice, I'll give you that, but this is my turf funny man. So how about this; I stay on my side of the setup, you stay on yours, we won't have to come to blows, and everyone walks away happy. Sound good? Good.

And for the record, BRB, Jeremy, you have something that belongs to us, and sooner or later, we'll be wanting it back. Do you understand what I am saying to you right now?

DISTURBANCE!BRB: Boiler Room Brawler is not with us. I am Disturbance! One half of the Tag Team Champions!

That you would call me as a mere flesh-and-blood mortal shows the FAWA Galaxy that you know not what forces you trifled with at Gookermania and what you will face once more!

Hee hyeh ha ha ha ha...

COMEDIAN: Okay, okay. So, words have been exchanged. Now, I must confess--I don't know what a lot of these words are. Now, Mr. Disturbed, Mr. Dupoe, you speak of demons and elders and Cthulus and Shivakamini Somakandarkram. And, it all just flows into one ear and out the other. So, I just have to ask--what in the hell are you two talking about?

DUPOE: What else could we be referring to...The End of Existance, the apocalypse, revelations, The end of time, however you phrase it, it means the same does it not?

COMEDIAN: So, destroying a wrestling federation will bring about the apocalypse? Hmm... Seems perfectly cromulent to me. But, I have to ask... Why? Why bring about the end of the world? I mean, there are lots of good things around. I mean, you've got Netflix, Community, those Hunger Games movies, Christina Hendricks, and... well... me. Why bring an end to all that?

*Dream picks up his mic, smiling at Dupoe and talking in a sing-song voice*

DREAM: Because someone got tired of getting coal for Christmas!

*Dream turns to Martin, a goofy look on his face.*

DREAM: Like Santa would ever visit his house anyway.

COMEDIAN: Hmmm... That's an interesting theory. You know, I'm quite interested in hearing what The Dream Team thinks about all this apocalypse stuff. What's your opinion about Lord Voldermort's impending return? That is what they're talking about, right?

DREAM: Given that I've read the books, I know how to beat ol' Voldemort easily! By hitting him with all the books repeatedly until he gives up!

But it's not Moldy Voldy we're focused on. It's the Tag Team Titles that were STOLEN from us through chicanery, subterfuge, and all-around dickish behavior! And we will not stand for it!

COMEDIAN: Okay. But, won't this little invasion put a kink that plan? I mean, you've got to be concerned with us EWT people as well, right?

DISTURBANCE!BRB: Way I see it, mortal jester, we-

*Disturbance!BRB gestures to himself and Jeremy Dupoe.*

DISTURBANCE!BRB: -and you are two halves of the same whole of destruction. I was summoned back to this plane to see the end of times and you are a product of my doing. As long as we hold my company's[/i] Tag Team titles, our power is absolute and unquestioned. It is a sign that the end is nigh.

When we next meet in that squared circle, we will prove it again. I will take this "Dream" and I will crush it with the powers of darkness I am made of. I am Disturbance! The Fallen Sovereign! I am the doom that came to the FAWA and I will sing the song that ends it all.

And next week, I the Dream that this team stands for dies. The FAWA will have no light left. There will only be darkness for it to be consumed by. There will be no stopping us. We've come too far... [/font]

*Disturbance!BRB raises his Tag Team Championship belt into the air and leers at The Dream Team.*

DREAM: BRING IT ON CASPER!

*Dream throws the microphone at Disturbance!BRB's stomach, doubling him over. Dream rushes in with a tackle as Scott Martin follows suit, charging at Dupoe. Both teams begin brawling with one another, as Dupoe and Martin find themselves by the ropes as Dream and Disturbance!BRB roll around on the ring before quickly spilling to the outside, neither man letting up.

And in the ring, The Comedian simply smiles.*

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

* Backstage, Mysth is walking angrily, looking in all directions, seemingly searching for something, or more likely, for someone. He slams a door open. *

Staff member: Whoa! What the hell, man?!

Mysth: Where is he?! WHERE IS THE BASTARD?!

Crew member: What? Who are you looking for?

Mysth: Haven’t you WATCHED the show?! I want Riggs! I’m going to make him PAY for what he’s done. He won’t face me in a match? Fine by me, I guess I’ll just have to beat the crap out of him streets-style.

Crew member: Look, I really don’t think it’s a –

Mysth: Just tell me if you know where he is!

Crew member: I don’t!

* Suddenly, a female voice can be heard from off-screen. *

Valérie Valentine: Mysth!

Mysth: Ivy!

VV: I saw the show from the gym’s TV. I came here as fast as I could. I’d ask you if you’re okay, but I think it’s pretty obvious what the answer is.

Mysth: I’m not gonna let him get away with this! I’m gonna find him right now and kick his ass!

VV: Oh no you won’t!

Mysth: What?

VV: Haven’t you had enough for one night? Your back is still so red you could cause traffic jams! It’s plain to see you’re in no shape to take him on for now, not to mention his creepy bodyguard. So here’s what you should do: take some time to relax, refocus and think of HOW you’re going to get them. If you face them in your current state, hurting and pissed off, you’ll only manage to get more chair shots.

Mysth: I… suppose you’re right.

VV: And THEN, once you’ve figured out what you’re going to do… *she taps his chest* … I’ll have your back.

Mysth: Look, I don’t want you to get involved. These guys are insane.

VV: Oh please! You think I’ll just sit back and watch as my boyfriend is fighting a freak show?

Mysth: I just don’t want you to get hurt.

VV: *smiling* Honey… I love having a knight in armour… but a princess must also get involved in the conflict. I’m a wrestler; getting hurt is part of the job.

Mysth: So I take it you’re sure you want to do this?

VV: It’s what we do. We live together, we FIGHT together.

*They kiss*

VV: Now come on, I’ll give you a massage. You look like you need one. *wink*

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

E-DAY
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
JAN HAMALA VERSUS MICHAEL HAYDEN

TH: Welcome back to the show, ladies and gentlemen. We've reached the main event tonight as Michael Hayden continues on another hot streak and the latest stop is newcomer Jan Hamala.
JK: Hamala got attacked last week in the very first crossfire of the EWT Invasion. While he lost the match to Mysth, he was the next in line to qualify for the FAWA Television Championship since Mysth is not one of the FAWA roster.

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is our main event of the evening and is for the FAWA Television Championship and is scheduled for one fall.

*Jan storms out wearing the Iranian flag draped over his body as he stands on the ramp.*

JK: Look at Jan Hamala and that Iranian fighting stance. He's putting himself into the right frame of mind to claim the FAWA Television Title tonight.

MM: Introducing first: the challenger. From the Islamic Republic of Iran, weighing 310lbs, he is Jan Hamala!

*Jan slaps himself in the face and chest and then storms down to the ring, ignoring all of the booing fans.*

TH: Win or lose, he's not going to be too popular with the Parts Unknown Arena tonight.
JK: Yeah, but who cares what they think anyway? I never did.

*Jan hops straight up to the ring on one leap as he enters the ring.*

TH: Look at the leg strength of Hamala there.

*Jan Hamala takes the Iranian flag off his person, rests it down in front of him, gets down onto both knees and starts to pray before springing back up and letting out a savage scream.*

JK: He looks ready to me.

MM: And his opponent...

*The arena flashes blue and white as the opening sounds of "Gimmie Shelter" ring out. As the lyrics kick in, Michael Hayden emerges, his head turned to the side as he looks over the captive crowd. He holds up the FAWA Television Title belt before making his way to the ring.*

MM: From Santa Monica Boulevard in Hollywood, California; weighing 192lbs; he is your FAWA Television Champion: "Hollywood's Own" Michael Hayden!

JK: And here's typical Michael Hayden right there, focusing on the fans more than his own opponent.

*Hayden slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, hands outstretched as he tilts his head back and holds up the FAWA Television Title Belt. After a few seconds, Hayden lowers his arms and looks out into the crowd before hopping off.*

TH: Hamala may be ready, but Hayden's a man who seems unstoppable once he's on a streak.

DING! DING! DING!

*Hayden paces back and forth while Hamala menacingly leers over at him.*

JK: Look at Hamala. Puffing that barrel chest of his. He'll have no trouble slamming the champ around.
TH: But only if he can get his hands on him.
JK: Looks like he's gonna get his chance now.

*Hayden runs up and delivers a palm strike.*

TH: Hayden with his signature "shotei" palm strike.
JK: Hamala didn't budge though.

*Hayden backs up while Hamala raises his head and lets out another savage scream.*

TH: Hamala with a primal fury in his spirits.
JK: That won't get to Hayden.

*Hayden runs up and delivers another shotei strike. He immediately backs up.*

JK: Jan Hamala weighs half again as much as Michael Hayden and more. Hayden might deliver a sharp palm strike, but Hamala only needs a few hits.

*Hayden twists around and delivers -*

TH: A double palm strike.

*Hamala immediately seizes Hayden's arms, hooks them, and-*

TH: Hamala makes his move!

SLAM!

TH: Tiger Suplex! Hamala going for the pin!

One!

Two!

Hayden with the kick out!

*Hayden rolls to his feet and backs away from Hamala.*

TH: Did you see the speed of Hamala there?
JK: The man has a Greco-Roman wrestling background and he's a super-heavyweight.

*Hamala pursues Hayden.*

TH: Hayden staying a step ahead of the Iranian Beast. To the ropes, and RONALDO!

*Hamala pops back up from the single leg drop kick-*

JK: Hamala not missing a beat.
TH: Hayden neither.

*Hayden kips up-*

TH: Hurricanrana!

ONE!

TWO!

*Hamala powers out of the pin and hooks his legs around and over Hayden's arms, then presses down to reverse and pin Hayden.*

ONE!

TWO!

TH: Hamala with his wrestling background.
JK: But Hayden's far from done.

*Hayden rolls to his feet, then yakuza kicks Hamala in the face.*

TH: Hayden with the Falcon Kick.
JK: Hamala was fast with that earlier Tiger Suplex, but a lot of that was timing.

*Hayden descends on Hamala.*

TH: Hayden with a barrage of palm strikes.
JK: He's got to keep the beast down.

*Hamala grabs Hayden's legs.*

TH: Hamala with a wrestling takedown.
JK: Now he's back to his feet. Hayden's tactic didn't work for long there.

*Hamala still has Hayden by the feet when he starts spinning.*

TH: Look at the strength of Jan Hamala. He's whipping Hayden around like a rag doll!

*Hamala completes the giant swing and Hayden slides his way under the bottom rope.*

TH: Hayden to the outside.
JK: I'm not sure how much of that was Hayden's idea either.

*Hayden gets up but not without a wince. Hamala charges for the ropes.*

TH: Here comes Hamala!

*Hamala grabs the top rope, hoists himself over and splashes for Hayden, who moves out of the way in the nick of time.*

TH: Oof! Listen to that impact!
JK: Hamala's a big young buck and he went to far too soon.
TH: Hayden's taking advantage of it at that.

*Hayden jumps up and double stomps Hamala in the back a few times.*

JK: Hamala won't be down for long, but that impact is sure to have taken the wind out of his sails for a few moments.

*Hamala sits up, to which Hayden slides right back into the ring.*

TH: The champion not missing a beat.
JK: Good move by Hollywood's Own there. He'll have the advantage on the challenger if he's already in the ring.
TH: He's making his way to the ropes!

*Hayden charges for the standing Hamala. He slips between the second and bottom ropes for a single leg drop kick to Hamala's face-*

TH: RONALDO DOS!

*Hayden has a hold of the ropes and gyrates back into the ring.*

TH: Look at the sheer agility of "Hollywood's Own" Michael Hayden.

*Hamala, having stumbled back into the audience barrier, is still on his feet when he runs to roll back into the ring. Hayden is there with a sliding single leg dropkick to his face.*

TH: Hayden with RONALDO TRÉS!

*Hamala maneuvers to take it to the shoulder but then snatches Hayden's leg.*

TH: Uh oh...
JK: Hayden overplaying his card again. Or else Hamala is a more capable rookie than I thought.

*Hamala pulls Hayden to himself, hoists him up and delivers a gut buster.*

TH: What impact to the breadbasket!
JK: He's double dipping here-

*Hamala has held onto Hayden and he brings him down by the midsection onto his knee again.*

TH: Oh!
JK: Hamala is decimating Hollywood's own here.

*Hamala stands up and hoists Hayden over his shoulder then brings him down with.*

TH: Jan Hamala with a powerslam and he makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH: The champ gets the shoulder up!
JK: He's taking a beating but it's gonna take more than a couple of slams to finish him off.
TH: A palm strike to the face and Hollywood's Own is back to his feet.

*Hayden makes for the ropes. He rebounds for Hamala who attempts a clothesline but Hayden ducks and makes for the ropes again.*

JK: One good clothesline will clean his clock from that behemoth.

*Hayden charges for Hamala again, but he feints a left and continues for the ropes again.*

TH: What's he going to do?
JK: Hayden't gotta have a plan. He's definitely gotta have more endurance than his opponent due to his lighter size, but right now he's just running the ropes.
TH: Hamala with a big boot! No wait!

*Hayden successfully dodges Hamala's big boot. He pushes forth and topples Hamala.*

TH: Hamala's down! Hayden's got him by the leg!

One!

Two!

No!
JK: Hamala looking shocked by the maneuver. Hayden had us confused and it looks like it happened to Jan Hamala.

*Hamala turns onto his front to get up when Hayden slings his leg over Hamala's left arm and-[/font]

TH: LeBelle Lock!
JK: Hayden tricked the beast and he got him down to the mat. Now he's ready to really work him good.
TH: Hayden's has Hamala's mat wrestling skills to contend with though.

*Hamala slams his free arm down onto the mat but he doesn't break free.*

TH: Hamala is struggling. How's he going to break free?
JK: Who said he will?
TH: The human leg is significantly stronger than the human arm. Not even Jan Hamala's weight advantage can overcome that.

*Hamala wildly swings for Hayden but cannot get a good hit in. Hayden just cranks back even harder.*

TH: He's crawling to the ropes. He's got one arm free and he's gotta use it.
JK: Luckily for Hamala he's so strong and Hayden's so light that he could pull this off.

*Hayden retains the hold as Hamala makes his way to the rope and reaches out to grasp it.*

TH: He's just a little less than arm's reach away from a rope break, but it's not enough.

*Hayden cranks back more, but Hamala grabs the rope.*

JK: And he sticks the landing, Gorilla.

*Hayden gives Hamala one more crank before releasing him. Hamala stands up and-*

TH: Enzuigiri!

*Hayden pops right back up. Hamala spins around-*

TH: And spinning heel kick! Down goes the champ!

ONE!

TWO!

TH: No!
JK: Hamala got a good couple of moves in there, but not enough.

*Hamala turns around onto his back.*

TH: Both men are down.
JK: It must have taken some juice to pull those two moves out of nowhere. Hayden's LeBelle Lock did its job.

*Hamala and Hayden recover but eventually motion to get up.*

TH: But the match must continue unless Hamala wants to walk out without the strap.
JK: He doesn't look like the type who would.

*Both men are up when Hamala charges-*

TH: Another powerful Lariat! Hayden goes over the top rope!

*The champ topples over onto the ground below and Hamala crosses the ropes.*

JK: Hamala taking a medium risk here.

*Hamala jumps off of the apron for a-*

TH: Elbow drop from the apron.
JK: Hamala has turned this match around and Hayden's gonna pay.

*Hamala gets up and stands Hayden up.*

TH: Irish whip to the barrier!

*Hayden is bowled over, but he stands up, whips around and delivers a spinning back fist to the face, followed up with a right hook.*

TH: But he retaliates with his Kana-kazie combo!
JK: Hamala took a step back from that impact.

*Hayden takes the moment he's got and hops up onto the audience barrier then dives off for Hamala.*

TH: A Lariat dedicated to Jan Hamala! The challenger is down.
JK: But it looks like Michael Hayden is gonna be down there with him for at least a minute or two.
TH: The Television Title match is underway if you're just tuning in. Michael Hayden, the reigning champion...

*Hayden starts getting up.*

TH: ...and Jan Hamala, the latest challenger. They've been at it for a while now and neither has truly gotten the upper hand.

*Hamala also starts getting up.*

JK: But it looks like the action will pick up soon. Hayden's taking the action back into the ring.
TH: Hamala not far behind him.

*Hamala slides into the ring when Hayden winces and is on his back.*

TH: What's going on with the champ?
JK: Maybe an injury is catching up to him.
TH: And Hamala looks all too happy to descend on him.

*Hamala stands over Hayden, when Hayden kips up and-*

TH: Hayden with a hurricanrana, but wait!
JK: Oh... Hamala caught that one.
TH: Hayden's in Hamala's clutches!

*Hamala lifts Hayden up and slams him down for a powerbomb, but then-*

TH: Hayden locks in The End!

*Hayden has Hamala in a Gogoplata and he hangs on.*

JK: He's back to trying to wear down Hamala, but Hamala's so stout he could go for another powerbomb.
TH: And he's gonna!

*Hayden's back impacts with the mat again, but he maintains the hold.*

JK: Hayden's been a wily one with his bigger opponent tonight, but Hamala has been a real contender in his own right.

*Hamala lifts Hayden up again, but this time-*

TH: He's got his opponent in the air, but he's heading for the ropes.

Rope break for Hamala!

*Hayden releases The End.*

JK: He's got an iron grip on that hold, but Hamala doesn't need to break out when he can drag him to the ropes.
TH: Hamala recovering from the hold all the same.

*Hamala is on one knee when Hayden stands up and delivers a Boma Ye knee strike to Hamala's face.*

TH: Killshot! Hamala through the ropes!
JK: Hamala fell into the blow. It was a smart move on his part.

*Hamala is on the ground down below, looking knocked silly. Hayden falls down on his back and grabs his hair.*

TH: Hayden looking frustrated.
JK: At this stage in the game he cannot afford to do that. He's gonna mess up.

*Hayden climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and looks down at Hamala, who remains motionless.*

TH: Now's about as good a time as any for some real high risk business.
JK: Hamala ain't moving, but he could be playing possum.
TH: Bob-oms Away!

*Hayden jumps down to Hamala for a Warrior's Way Double Stomp, but-*

JK: I called it, Gorilla!
TH: Hamala rolls out of the way!

*Hayden falls down from the pressure on his feet. Hamala sluggishly rises, then rolls Hayden back into the ring.*

TH: Hamala is up!
JK: But he's still looking worse for wear.

*Hayden tries to get up, but then Hamala stands over him-*

TH: Hamala with the Camel Clutch! He's got it locked in!
JK: Now it's Hayden's turn to feel the pain.

*Hayden is struggling in Hamala's clutches, but he cannot break free.*

JK: Hayden cannot move Hamala around. He doesn't have the weight, he doesn't have the position.
TH: Hamala's got him good in the middle of the ring.

*Hayden squirms beneath Hamala. He tries to reach out for anything but he can't, but then-*

TH: Hamala releases the champ! But why?
JK: He's making for the top rope!

*Hamala stands on the top rope and roars out to the crowd.*

TH: Hayden getting to his feet!
JK: But they still look hurt from that missed double stomp.
TH: Moonsault!

*Hamala collides with the standing Hayden, taking him back down.*

TH: What impact!
JK: Hamala's taking a breather, but now Hayden looks beyond repair.
TH: That's what we all thought after The End and Killshot combination, but yet here's Hamala.
JK: And he’s back up and he locks on another Camel Clutch!

*Jan Hamala screams out again when-*

TH: Hayden taps! Hayden can’t take any more!
JK: What a sudden turn of events!

DING! DING! DING!

MM: Here is your winner and your NEW FAWA Television Champion: JAN HA-MALA!

NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION:
JAN HAMALA

*Jan Hamala cranks on Hayden for a few moments before releasing him to seize the Television Title Belt.*

TH: We have a new Television Champion tonight, ladies and gentlemen: Jan Hamala!
JK: He took a licking and he kept on kicking.
TH: Michael Hayden met his match tonight but not for lack of trying.

*Hamala holds the Television Title Belt into the air and spits at Michael Hayden as Hayden grabs a rope to stand up.*

JK: Hamala just ended one streak, but could his come to a sudden stop next week when he faces Gus “The Predator” Richlen?
TH: And what does the future hold for “Hollywood’s Own?” Keep tuning in in the following weeks. Coming up next is our main event when David McLaren takes on Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa.
JK: Don’t change the channel.

www.video.com/watch?v=f_y1xfzV8dM

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

*Backstage, Mysth and Valérie Valentine are talking to one another, Mysth leaning towards Valentine, a hand against the wall.*

VV: … and so I tell her “it wasn’t THAT hard!”

Mysth: HA HA HA! Unbelievable!

VV: Yeah. And that’s when …

* Valentine’s eyes suddenly lock towards something behind Mysth just off-screen and her jaw drops.*

VV: Is… is that… ?

* Mysth turns around to see what has her so shocked. As he does, his expression becomes similar to his girlfriend’s, with only his mask to mitigate it.*

Mysth: Jesus Christ! Is that you… Jack?

* The camera pans to the side and reveals that what had them is such awe is… a mass of muscles in the approximate shape of EWT wrestler Jack Jupiter. He looks nothing like what he did five years ago when that e-fed closed its doors. His shoulders look like they could crush his skull should he lift his arms too high, his biceps are almost spherical and his body looks sturdier than most brick houses.*

Jupiter: HEY! Mysty! Long time no see! You remember me! You remember THE REAL Jack Jupiter!

*Jack's eyes light up and he holds his arms out, but Mysth holds against the wall, his face completely bewildered.*

Mysth: Jack...what happened to you?

*The muscular Jupiter begins stretching his enormous biceps, grinning.*

Jack: Oh, you know...

*He ceases his posing and leans in very closely to Valentine with a wink.*

Jack: I got big.

*Jack raises his eyebrows at her several times, before Mysth gently pushes him away and adjusts Jack's gaze back toward his.*

Mysth: Jack... "big" does not even BEGIN to cover it. It's like you ate another one of yourself... *he grimaces* ...how did you do that?!

Jack: Oh, you know. I've been juicing!

VV: *giggling, under her breath* You don't say...

Mysth: Jack, don't you know that stuff is horrible for you?

Jack: Oh, no way my Alsatian ami! I talked to the finest nutritionists I could find! They told me that a blended fruit slurry rich in antioxidants and essential vitamins and mint-erals is the very OPPOSITE of what you're saying. It's all healthy, and it gave me THIS:

*Jack immediately begins flexing again, his face turning red as his traps bulge with unnatural furor.*

Jack: Juicing has CHANGED MY LIFE, MAN.

VV: ...is that all?

Jack: Gurrrrrl you don't even KNOW. It's ALL juice, just juice. I wouldn't dare add...

*Jack's face turns to one of horror while Valentine and Mysth turn their heads to each other, and then back to Jack.*

Jack: ...Monosodium glutamate. But let me tell you one thing, and one thing for sure: that I am ready to throw down for EWT, and TWO, that I...got JACKED. Now if you'll excuse me, my nymphs await. ...what? That's right, I got ladies now. And they are most definitely NOT on my payroll. Never. Now then...

*Rather than walking off immediately, Jack leans toward Valentine and puffs out his pectorals, which look as if ready to explode, before leaning and turning back to Mysth.*

Jack: I am outta here...

Mysth: Well... at least he looks happy. Wasn't a fan of how he was flirting with you, though.

VV: Me? You're the one he called "Mysty".

*And with a stare from Mysth and a smile from Valérie Valentine, we fade out. *

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

*Back in the ring…*

MM: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, "The World's Worst Jobber," Justin Hole!

*Hole stands in the middle of the ring and blinks a couple of times.*



*Then the lights start to strobe purple as Shinji AntKari walks out to the ring, wearing his signature plugsuit.*

MM: And his opponent, from Tokyo-3, Japan and representing the EvangeliAnts and EWT, weighing in at 187 pounds, Shinji AntKari!

TH: It has been a while since Shinji AntKari has competed in a FAWA ring, but he is here as a representative of EWT, and hopefully he is nothing like Bobby Riggs!

JK: Does it matter? Right now, Justin Hole is going to get no offense in!

*John Creed calls for the bell and Hole walks right into a standing dropkick as if he thought something else was going to happen. He sells it like death, and Shinji just shakes his head and groans, He didn't change.... before hitting the ropes and nailing Rolling Thunder!

1!

2!

Hole actually does kick out and gets to his feet, but he walks blissfully right into a snap suplex! This time he no sells it but as he gets up Shinji grabs him from behind, teardrop suplex!

1!

2!

Hole no-sells again and gets up UNIT-01 HIT KO!!!!

1!

2!

3!*

MM: Here is your winner, Shinji AntKari!

TH: Well, Shinji is back. Let's move on as up next is the main event when David McLaren and Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa square off.

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

E-DAY
BOIRAA RUUMU BUROURAA VERSUS DAVID MCLAREN

DING! DING! DING!

MM: Ladies and gentlemen of the FAWA Galaxy, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first contestant...

*Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa calmly walks down the entrance ramp to the ring. His trademark, flame-patterned cape is draped over his shoulders.*

JK: Here he comes, Boiler Room Brawler's former in-ring representative and now a man without a cause.
TH: Ladies and gentlemen if you're just joining us, we have a grudge match about to take place.

MM: From Nazo no Basho, Japan, weighing 215lbs, he is Boiraa Ruumu BUROURAA!

TH: He was starving as he wasn't getting paid. He fought hard and couldn't win to get more paychecks from the possessed Majority Shareholder.
JK: And then he was given hope from his opponent tonight.

*Burouraa hops over the top rope and removes his cape just before the lights go out.*

MM: And introducing his opponent...

*Yellow strobe lights begin to flash. David McLaren strolls out wearing a black hoodie drawn down concealing some of his face, a young brunette woman follows close behind, staring at David almost obsessively as he stops at the top of the ramp and kneels to one knee, looking out at the crowd and then down at the floor directly in front of him.*

TH: Too true. David McLaren looked as if he was ready to take the fight to Jeremy Dupoe, the CEO of the FAWA, but when the big match came down at Gookermania VI, McLaren's assembled team was defeated by the Cult of the End.
JK: McLaren marks it as a victory since he and Dupoe took each other out, but Burouraa saw no justice in being pinned once again by Disturbance, who possesses the body of his former master.

MM: Entering the ring accompanied by Alice Leroux, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing 220lbs: David MCLAREN!

TH: Now they are going to face off, mano e mano. Settle their differences the only way a wrestler knows.

*McLaren slowly rises to his feet and pushes the hood back, showing his face as he walks to the ring, Alice in tow.*

JK: Burouraa better watch out about that Alice Leroux woman. She looks crazy enough to try something to help David.

*Alice waits obediently as McLaren ascends the ring steps up onto the apron and climbs up on the turnbuckle, stretching his arms out either side as she gazes up at him with a smile. He drops down into the ring and unzips his hoodie, taking it off and passing it out to her and preparing for action.*

TH: David McLaren in his second match in the FAWA. Will he end up in a draw against another designated opponent or will he emerge victorious?
JK: Only one way to find out.

DING! DING! DING!

*David squats bends down, his hands to his knees, waiting for Burouraa.*

TH: Burouraa pacing back and forth.
JK: I thought he wanted this, Gorilla.
TH: He might want this, but there's no need to go in with the fists flying.
JK: The best defense is a good offense and right now he's giving McLaren time to think.

*Burouraa approaches McLaren a step at a time, when McLaren delivers a snap kick to Burouraa's leg.*

TH: McLaren with the first strike.

*McLaren follows up with a snap kick to the other leg.*

JK: Burouraa gave it away.
TH: A chop straight to McLaren's face.

*McLaren turns and touches his face.*

JK: The knife edge chop is commonly associated with karate, but it's no joke.
TH: Both men are roughly evenly matched in the weight department, so this is going to come down to skill and brains.

*McLaren turns around and grabs Burouraa by the hair. He proceeds to ram him face-first into his knees a few times before Burouraa breaks free and stumbles to the ropes.*

TH: Burouraa is losing his footing already.
JK: Maybe he wasn't prepared... for a grudge match he wanted?

*McLaren grabs a rope and swings his leg for Burouraa, when Burouraa drops down.*

TH: A feint from Burouraa.

*As McLaren's leg bounces from the rope, Burouraa attempts a school boy pin.*

TH: School boy pin from Burouraa!
JK: Not so fast. McLaren had his hands on the ropes and he's not going down anytime soon.

*McLaren attempts to stomp on Burouraa, who rolls away and-*

TH: Burouraa out of the way in the nick of time, and a snap kick to McLaren's free leg! And another!

*McLaren spins around for an elbow strike, but Burouraa ducks it and delivers a snap mare.*

JK: He's outfoxing the man by the looks of it.
TH: And he's ready to follow up-

*As Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa attempts a ground move, McLaren drops to his back, delivers a kick to the face, and returns to his feet as Burouraa stumbles back.*

JK: But McLaren's ready with the next move first. Both men seem ready for anything tonight.
TH: But is Boiraa ready for - superkick!

*Burouraa ducks and lands a chop to the back of McLaren's head and then backs away. McLaren attempts a spinning back fist that Burouraa also ducks and retaliates with another chop - this one to the ribs.*

TH: McLaren can't land a hit on Burouraa!
JK: Burouraa is in the zone right now, TH.

*McLaren tries another elbow strike. Burouraa avoids it with a step back and a chop. McLaren takes a step forward with another elbow strike.*

TH: Burouraa looks one step ahead of David McLaren.
JK: Right now he is, but look, he's being backed up into the corner.

*Burouraa looks behind himself when McLaren stops and then charges-*

TH: McLaren with a high knee and it connects!

*McLaren lands on the second rope as Burouraa is forced into the corner.*

TH: McLaren with a success!
JK: It's the human game of chess and he's in position to do some damage.

*McLaren hops down. He grabs a rope and starts kicking Boiraa Ruumu Buroura over and over again.*

JK: Burouraa only thought he was ahead of McLaren.
TH: Kicks to the midsection, one after another!

*McLaren's going strong with those kicks when he whips Burouraa to the opposite corner.*

JK: Always pay attention to the whole board in the human game of chess or you'll lose important pieces.

*McLaren charges and lands-*

TH: Another high knee!
JK: And this time he had the run of the ring behind it.

*-to Burouraa's face. This time he stays on the second rope and starts bashing Burouraa in the face with knee strikes.*

TH: McLaren really going to town on Burouraa tonight.
JK: He probably see Burouraa as ungrateful. He had a foot soldier in him at Gookermania VI and they almost defeated the Cult of the End.

*McLaren stops the knee strikes and switches to MMA-style elbows to Burouraa's crown.*

JK: Burouraa thinks that being defeated at Gookermania is a dishonor and that there are no battles left to be won. He wants to salvage what he has left by taking it out on David McLaren.
TH: And right now that looks to be blowing up in his face.

*McLaren stops to catch his breath before spreading his arms out and shouting to the crowd.*

JK: Lots of the greatest generals in history didn't start out winning.

*Burouraa reaches under McLaren, then stumbles forward. McLaren lands on his shoulders for an elevated fireman's carry.*

TH: But Burouraa's a warrior, not a general, and he's got McLaren on his shoulders now!
JK: What's he going to do with him though?

*McLaren starts ramming his elbow to the side of Burouraa's head when Burouraa starts spinning.*

TH: Burouraa taking McLaren for an airplane spin.
JK: Yeah, but Dave's ready with those MMA elbows and those can't be doing Burouraa any favors.
TH: Round and round and round and round he goes.

*McLaren's elbow strikes cease and Burouraa sets him down before hooking his head from behind and-*

TH: DDT!

*McLaren's face is planted into the mat, but Burouraa clutches his head.*

TH: He got him with the DDT, but both men are down!
JK: He got McLaren dizzy, but he took a hell of a beating to his noggin.
TH: McLaren's getting up first at that.
JK: Burouraa timed that DDT as well as anyone could but that and an airplane spin don't equal a barrage of knees and elbows.

*McLaren grins as Burouraa is still on the ground recovering. He covers for the pin.*

ONE!

TWO!

TH: Burouraa with the kickout!
JK: He sure can take a hell of a beating to the head.
TH: And it looks like he's gonna take even more!

*McLaren elbows and knees Burouraa in the head, but moves onto the arms, torso, legs.*

JK: McLaren is all over Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa tonight. Such tenacity.

*McLaren stands Burouraa up and grabs him by the head and locks eyes with him.*

MCLAREN: HAD ENOUGH?

*Burouraa grabs McLaren by the head...*

JK: I can't tell if Burouraa is going for a move or just holding on.
TH: He looks like he's saying something, but it looks like it's in his native tongue.

*Burouraa drops down, bringing McLaren with him.*

TH: Jawbreaker! David McLaren is stunned!

*Burouraa shoves McLaren into the ropes and takes him down with a Mongolian chop.*

JK: He's stepping it up now.
TH: Give him a hell of a beating and he'll give you hell right back!

*McLaren springs back to his feet right into a fireman's carry slam onto his back.*

JK: Burouraa might be trying to wear down McLaren. He risks taking a heavy beating in order to take his time.

*Burouraa jumps up and stomps on McLaren.*

TH: Straight to the sternum! To the bread basket!

*Burouraa throws a couple of low kicks to the side of McLaren before grabbing him by the arm and picking him up into-*

TH: Burouraa with another fireman's carry, and he's heading for the ropes!
JK: He's got nothing but pain and punishment for David McLaren tonight!
TH: McLaren's fighting back! More elbows to the head!

*Burouraa, on his two feet, hoists McLaren over the top rope and onto his back on the floor below.*

TH: McLaren to the outside!

*Burouraa goes down to his knees to recover while McLaren writhes on the ground.*

JK: Burouraa kicking things up another notch. He didn't come here to play.
TH: He's crossing the ropes to join McLaren outside!

*Burouraa stands on the apron and then jumps onto McLaren with a double stomp.*

TH: A high flying move to his opponent's back!
JK: A well-timed one if I should say so myself.

*Burouraa stands over McLaren as if for a camel clutch, but he just drops elbows to McLaren's shoulders.*

JK: He's got control of the match now. Maybe in Japan it's a human game of Go, I don't know.
TH: He's not letting go of it, that's for sure.

*McLaren gets to his knees and then shoves Burouraa over the audience barrier.*

TH: Burouraa over the guard rail! Can McLaren capitalize?

*McLaren stands up. Burouraa pushes himself off the audience barrier and turns around into-*

TH: Roundhouse kick!

*Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa falls backwards onto the audience barrier. David McLaren catches his breath but marches forth.*

JK: Excellent timing with that roundhouse kick straight to Burouraa's head. He's taken such a thorough beating...

*David McLaren drives more elbows into Burouraa's chest.*

JK: ...to the head that a maneuver like that will daze him good enough to change momentum in the match.

*McLaren grabs Burouraa's hand and whips him into the apron. Before Burouraa can fall he whips him again, this time headfirst into the steel steps.*

TH: Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa's head might be made of iron forged in the land of the rising sun, but I doubt it's a match for those solid steel steps!

*McLaren charges for a knee strike to Burouraa, who drops to the ground.*

JK: Watch out McLaren!
TH: Too late!

*McLaren drives his knee into the steel steps himself. Burouraa is on all fours before forcing himself up.*

JK: Dave had control of the match but he slipped up. He was in the zone but he was not looking at the big picture.

*McLaren stumbles for a moment as Burouraa gets up. McLaren turns around to face Burouraa who'se ready with a snap mare, a knee strike to the back of the head, and a Mongolian chop to top it off.*

TH: Hell of a combo from Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa, and he's taking the action back into the ring.

*McLaren grabs a rope to stand up as Burouraa slides in and stands up.*

JK: He's got him in the ring and now all he needs is to land the killing-
TH: Superkick to Burouraa!

*Burouraa is rocked and he crashes backwards into the mat.*

TH: He's going for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

*McLaren is shocked that Burouraa got the shoulder up. He rolls Burouraa over, double underhooks him, and stands him up into a bent over position. David lifts Burouraa up and brings him crashing down onto his knee.*

TH: David McLaren with a well-executed butterfly backbreaker.
JK: He's breaking out the bigger slams and drivers and the like now. He can't take Burouraa down with strikes. Not alone at least.

*Burouraa sits up in pain from the backbreaker.*

TH: A kick to Burouraa's back!
JK: He's sweetening the deal.
TH: Another kick! And another! Burouraa fleeing to the outside!
JK: He has to regroup against that kind of offense. Needs a better position.

*McLaren doesn't miss a beat and makes for the ropes on the opposite side.*

TH: McLaren's coming for Burouraa!

*Burouraa is on his feet, his back to McLaren-*

TH: Suicide dive!

*McLaren dives over the top rope for Burouraa, who catches him-*

TH: Cutter! Cutter! Bah gawd!
JK: I think this is it right there!
TH: Burouraa caught that suicide dive with a cutter!

*McLaren doesn't move on the ground. Burouraa, on his knees, moves over McLaren and starts barraging him in the back with Mongolian chops.*

TH: Oof! Ah! You can hear the impact with every Mongolian chop he lays onto David Mclaren's back!
JK: Working the back is playing the long game though, as it's easily the most resilient part of the body.

*Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa turns McLaren over and starts knife-edge chopping him right in the face.*

TH: So much punishment. So much pain. So much brutality and there have yet to be any weapons involved!
JK: Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa looks like he's not one to make angry. David McLaren's all too ready to call him out though.

*Burouraa stands McLaren up and then whips him onto the entrance ramp. He charges, leaps up into the air and tornado DDTs McLaren headfirst into the ramp.*

JK: Every knee strike and every elbow he took, Burouraa is making his opponent pay for it.
TH: But here comes Alice Leroux!

*Alice runs up to Burouraa and screams for him to stop. Burouraa turns to face her.*

TH: Look at the incensed look in her eyes.
JK: She's buying David McLaren time. I knew she'd be nothing but trouble.

*Burouraa points away from himself and Alice.*

TH: He wants her to go away.
JK: Of course. This is between himself and David McLaren.
TH: But will she do anything to help him?

*Alice glares at Burouraa and slaps him across the face.*

TH: She struck him!
JK: And he doesn't look too happy about that. You can see it in his body language.

*Burouraa raises his hand to which she backs away-*

TH: McLaren's getting back up.

*Burouraa watches Alice, keeping her at bay, but then he turns around-*

TH: A roundhouse kick from David McLaren!
JK: Burouraa didn't go down though.

*Burouraa is leaned against the audience barrier. McLaren approaches him and delivers a kick to the leg. Burouraa retaliates with a knife edge chop to the chest.*

JK: Neither man will go down without a fight. They've come so far that to lose would be a shame.

*McLaren delivers an elbow to the face and smoothly transitions to a whip to the apron to which he pursues Burouraa.*

TH: McLaren taking this match back to the ring.
JK: It's the only place he can pin him.

*Burouraa stops himself against the apron and delivers a kick to McLaren's face before rolling back into the ring.*

JK: But it looks like Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa won't go in without having the high ground.
TH: It's short-lived though, here comes McLaren!

*Both men are on their feet, but then McLaren jumps at the ropes, rebounds, and-*

TH: A springboard clothesline, and he transitions to the Eleventh Hour! He locks it in!
JK: Look at Burouraa flopping around on the mat there.
TH: He's fighting to escape! McLaren's got that hold in good and tight around Burouraa's head!

*McLaren maintains the hold as Burouraa uses his legs to turn them around in place on the mat.*

TH: He's in the center of the squared circle, there's no way out except brute force!
JK: I doubt McLaren will give up so easily in this position though.
TH: No, that's Burouraa's problem now!

*Burouraa maneuvers around and he manages to press McLaren back while McLaren holds on.*

TH: Wait, he's got McLaren's shoulder's down!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

TH: McLaren releases him!
JK: It was a clever gambit on Burouraa's part and it paid off.

*Both men get up-*

TH: A buzzsaw kick to McLaren's face! McLaren stays up!

*Burouraa elbows McLaren in the face, then spins around for a discus elbow to the face, then spins around for another elbow to the face, and then bends him over with a spin kick to the midsection.*

TH: Hell of a combo from Burouraa, and he makes for the ropes!

*Burouraa rebounds for McLaren-*

TH: He's going for a scissors kick- No!

*McLaren side-steps Burouraa, then, still bent over, catches Burouraa in a fireman's carry.*

TH: McLaren's got Burouraa on his shoulders! He's getting ready for the White Noise!
JK: It's coming down to the wire now.

*McLaren hoists Burouraa off his shoulders, but Burouraa hooks the head-*

TH: Spinning DDT! Excellent counter!

*McLaren rolls out of the ring.*

TH: McLaren to the outside!
JK: Looks like it wasn't enough to put McLaren away.
TH: But wait! Here come Jack Cain and Mario Nett!

*Cain and Nett head down the entrance ramp and approach David McLaren as he gets up.*

JK: Like vultures.

*McLaren throws a kick to Nett but Cain clotheslines him to the ground.*

TH: The fix is in!
JK: David McLaren has made it all too clear that he is still after the Cult of the End - and Jeremy Dupoe to be more specific.

*Cain and Nett stomp on McLaren while Burouraa watches on.*

TH: Is Burouraa gonna do nothing?
JK: This isn't his fight. It's not his war anymore.
TH: But it looks like Alice is gonna step in and make it hers!

*Alice jumps onto Nett's back. She hooks her arm around his neck to hang on and imitates McLaren by hitting Nett with her elbows.*

TH: She's giving it all she's got.

*Cain hoists McLaren onto his shoulders and then for the steel steps. Nett forces Alice over his shoulder until he has her in-*

TH: Nett's ready to tombstone piledrive Alice! Somebody stop this!

*Burouraa has climbed to the top rope and he dives off for a bicycle kick straight to Nett's face.*

TH: Burouraa to the rescue!
JK: Hit that bicycle kick square to the face!

*Nett drops Alice, who scrambles to her feet.*

TH: Mario Nett is down, but now he's got Cain's attention.

*Cain, McLaren still on his shoulders, heads for Burouraa, who is still on his back.*

TH: Things are looking grim for the two competitors here. Jeremy Dupoe had no interest in seeing this match reach completion. He was just waiting for the moment to send out his two minions.
JK: It was a smart move. He's lost ground since the EWT Invaders revealed their true intentions and he has to reestablish that the FAWA is his dominion.

*McLaren grabs onto the ropes and slips off of Cain's shoulders.*

TH: McLaren has escaped!

*McLaren pulls himself onto the apron and gets on one knee and then throws his other knee straight to the back of Cain's head.*

TH: David McLaren with an ad hoc busaiku knee strike to Jack Cain's skull!
JK: He's a big guy but he looks rocked.

*Cain stumbles. McLaren stands up onto the apron, then dives off. He grabs Cain's head with the momentum and brings it smashing down onto his knee. Cain springs up and then falls backwards onto the ground.*

TH: And he follows up with a high flying knee smash!
JK: He's taking the fight back to the Cult of the End, but what about Burouraa?

*Burouraa stands with his arm on the apron. McLaren stands across from him, Alice joining his side.*

TH: They've fought long and hard and yet they both still stand.
JK: But the Cult of the End just complicated matters.

*David McLaren looks down at Alice, then looks over at Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa and extends a hand.*

TH: Looks like he seeks a truce with Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa.

*Burouraa looks at the hand, then-*

JK: Wait, what's this? He's tearing off his mask.

*Burouraa's face is bloody from the nose and mouth. He glares at McLaren and Alice, then throws his mask down and spits on it. He turns and leaves.*

TH: What was that all about?
JK: From the looks of it, Burouraa is finished. He's finished with McLaren, he's finished with being Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa.

*Burouraa walks away from the ring and up the entrance ramp.*

MM: Referee Will Alphonso has ruled that since contestant Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa has left the match, your winner of the match is: David McLaren!

*McLaren looks on at the entrance then down at Cain and Nett as they recover.*

TH: Not quite the outcome I was expecting.
JK: Of course not. Everyone wanted to see a real winner and Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa copped out.
TH: But now Dupoe has only made it easier for David McLaren to focus on his true goals and that is to take him down.
JK: McLaren successfully made Dupoe submit at Gookermania VI only to be pinned in the process, but can he defeat him for good?
TH: And what will become of Boiraa Ruumu Burouraa? All these questions and more are sure to develop in the coming weeks, but that’s all we have for you this week. We hope you enjoyed and we’ll see you in seven!

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[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Okay, I think two matches are clearly set for next week:

TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
The Dream Team versus Jeremy Dupoe & Disturbance

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Gus Richlen versus Jan Hamala

From there... I'll have to consult the rankings to determine the next TV Title contender.

[Oak: Certified Jade Hater]

Honestly surprised by that outcome.

[Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED!]

Nov 26, 2013 17:33:08 GMT -5 BoilerRoomBrawler said:

Okay, I think two matches are clearly set for next week:

TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Dream Team McLaren versus Jeremy Dupoe & Disturbance

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Gus Richlen versus Jan Hamala

From there... I'll have to consult the rankings to determine the next TV Title contender.

When is the world title match happening?

[The Man They Call Asher]

Congrats to the new TV Champ!

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Nov 26, 2013 21:01:31 GMT -5 Some Baritone guy IS REDEEMED! said:

Nov 26, 2013 17:33:08 GMT -5 BoilerRoomBrawler said:

Okay, I think two matches are clearly set for next week:

TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Dream Team McLaren versus Jeremy Dupoe & Disturbance

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Gus Richlen versus Jan Hamala

From there... I'll have to consult the rankings to determine the next TV Title contender.

When is the world title match happening?

Good question. I'm content with the Tag Titles main eventing the next show, but we could have the WHC match the next week.

Drakin? Michaels? Think you have any more miles to go on the road to the match?

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Nov 26, 2013 20:30:43 GMT -5 Oak: Certified Jade Hater said:

Honestly surprised by that outcome.

Of what? The TV title match?

[The Man They Call Asher]

Also, since it's Dream Team McLaren, does that mean it's Scott Martin, The Dream and David McLaren vs Dupoe and Disturbance?

[BoilerRoomBrawler]

Nov 26, 2013 21:37:39 GMT -5 The Man They Call Asher said:

Also, since it's Dream Team McLaren, does that mean it's Scott Martin, The Dream and David McLaren vs Dupoe and Disturbance?

*cough*

What was that?

[The Man They Call Asher]

Nov 26, 2013 21:40:38 GMT -5 BoilerRoomBrawler said:

Nov 26, 2013 21:37:39 GMT -5 The Man They Call Asher said:

Also, since it's Dream Team McLaren, does that mean it's Scott Martin, The Dream and David McLaren vs Dupoe and Disturbance?

*cough*

What was that?

Iunno, probably a weather balloon.