A Very Special WWCF Christmas, December 21st, 2009
The Night Santa Went Crazy plays in the arena as pyro goes off.
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A VERY SPECIAL WWCF CHRISTMAS
Cut to ringside.
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the holiday season and so we festively welcome you to A Very Special WWCF Christmas!
Gorilla, what an amazing show this is gonna be!
We have eight big matches lined up for tonight, including the big WWCF World Championship match between Jazzman and Amigo!
We also have the Inter-Forum Championship being decided as M.O.P. defends against The Boiler Room Brawler. And I have it on good authority that “Damn Right” Jackson will be joining us on commentary for that match!
Also, we have the number one contenders showdown between Aaron Enigma and Square. This has been brewing for months. What will happen when these two meet one-on-one tonight, with a title shot hanging in the balance?
Speaking of number one contenders matches, we also have a three-way dance between the Heavy Metal Express, Voodoo Champagne, and The Southwest Connection, to determine the number one contenders to the WWCF World Tag Team Championships.
Speaking of the Tag Team Championship, one half of the Champions, Viva Los Bio Dome will take on the hot young rookie, Ganzo Bomb!
Speaking of hot young rookies, we have the newcomer The Fishmonger battling star on the rise, “Damn Right” Jackson.
Speaking of stars on the rise, Sparks battles Starshine in a match that has a bit of bad blood behind it after last week’s Heatz!!1
SPEEEEEAAAKING of matches with bad blood behind them, we’ll see a triple threat match between Evil M, Jonathan Michaels, and Yellow Jacket! This one has become very personal, Gorilla.
Indeed it has, Jesse. And with that, let’s head to the ring for our opening match.
Sparks V. Starshine
The opening contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 15 minute time limit.
*Supermassive Black Hole plays on the PA as Starshine makes his entrance*
Introducing first, from Sydney, Australia and weighing in tonight at 220 pounds. He is the Technical Professional, Starshine.
*Starshine climbs one of the turnbuckles and poses*
And his opponent-
*Pull Me Under plays on the PA as Sparks makes his entrance*
Accompanied by Scar, coming to us from Sevierville, TN and weighing in tonight at 216 pounds. This is Sparks.
*Sparks cautiously enters the ring and places Scar in his box, while keeping one eye on Starshine.*
Looks like the spider kid’s a little nervous, eh Gorilla? I would be too, getting in the ring with such a great talent like the Technical Professional.
I’d say it’s more along the lines of concern as to that steel chair "diplomacy" Starshine adopted after their last match.
That’s a terrible thing to say Gorilla. That was the balance of life in effect. Don’t you listen to anything Starshine says?
I try not to, and there’s the bell.
Sparks takes a wrestling stance, center ring as Starshine leans on the corner turnbuckle, looking a little distracted by the crowd’s jeers. Sparks calls his attention to the match and they lock up center ring. Star takes an early advantage with an arm wrench. Sparks reverses the hold and delivers an arm drag. Star dodges a leg drop and applies a rear chin lock, placing his knee in Spark’s back. Sparks fights to his feet and stuns Star with a reverse sitout jawbreaker. He leaps to his feet and rushes the ropes. Star attempts a reversal with a kitchen sink, but Sparks leaps over and takes him down with a school boy.
1…
2…
Star kicks out and immediately rolls outside.
Sparks tries to follow suit, but is stopped by the referee. Outside, Star slaps the ring mat in frustration and bides his time as the referee begins counting him out.
Good idea by the Technical Professional to take his time. No use going all out and losing on a fluke.
Considering it’s happened before, I wouldn’t call any win by Sparks over Starshine a fluke. But you’re right. The Technical Professional needs to control the pace of the match if he wants to walk away with the win.
Star climbs the ring apron and slowly re-enters. He challenges Sparks to another lockup. Sparks preps for the grapple. Starshine feints him out and levels him with a drop toe hold. He leaps over him and applies a grounded side headlock. Sparks fights to his feet, but Star wrenches back on his head, stopping him. Sparks works his way toward the ropes and drapes his feet over the bottom one. Starshine breaks at the count of four. He grabs Sparks by the neck and brings him to his feet. Sparks takes control with a sudden snap suplex. He sits Star up and rushes the ropes. Star ducks the running kick, is quick to his feet and connects with a lung blower. Sparks writhes on the mat, clutching his back. Star grabs Sparks by the legs and attempts the Sharpshooter. Sparks grabs the ropes in desperation. Star lets go and stomps him a mud hole. He drags Sparks center ring and climbs the turnbuckle second rope. He leaps for the elbow drop, but Sparks rolls out of the way. Sparks picks him up and lifts him for the Spark-Te-Plex. Starshine breaks with a well placed knee to Sparks head. Sparks drops him and Star hits his superkick. He motions for the Starblind, picks Sparks up and underhooks both arms. Before he can hit the move, Sparks back body drops him over his head. Starshine stumbles to his feet, and Sparks meets him with a running leg take down. Sparks picks him up and tries for the Spark-Te-Plex again. As he lifts him up, Star rolls out and behind him. Star grabs Sparks from behind and delivers his modified Russian backbreaker and hooks the leg for the pin.
1…
2…
Sparks kicks out, still favouring his back.
He’s still got life in him. This match isn’t over yet.
He may wish it was if Starshine keeps this up.
Star sits Sparks up and applies a grounded abdominal stretch. Sparks makes it to his feet and tosses Star over him. Star rolls to his feet and rushes toward Sparks. He ducks a clothes line and hits the opposite ropes. He attempts a clothesline of his own, but Sparks runs towards him and ducks, hitting the same ropes. He rebounds and strikes Star from behind with his own clothesline. Sparks measures him for a cutter, but Star reverses it and pushes him to the mat. Star picks Sparks up and applies the double underhook for the Starblind again. Sparks again fights back and tries to body drop Star over. Star breaks the hold and clubs his back. Sparks takes that opportunity to push Star into the corner turnbuckle. He stuns the cornered Star with a sudden enziguri. Star is out on his feet as Sparks grabs a hold and finally plants him with the Spark-Te-Plex.
1…
2…
3
The winner of this match, SPARKS!
*Sparks climbs the turnbuckle and celebrates*
Another big win for the resilient rookie, and another defeat for the Technical Professional.
A great showing from both. Unfortunately Starshine’s bad luck continues on.
Maybe if he did something about his- Hang on Jesse look at this, Starshine’s back to his feet. Sparks doesn’t see him. I don’t like where this is going.
*Starshine, noticeably woozy from the match, stands behind the oblivious Sparks. He walks toward his opponent just as Sparks notices him. Sparks cautiously takes a fighter’s stance, not taking his eyes off Star. Star stares a hole in Sparks, not moving. He eventually uncharacteristically motions for a handshake. Sparks doesn’t know what to make of it. He eases his stance and stares at the outstretched hand. He sternly stares Starshine in the eyes and slowly shakes his head. He exits the ring, all the while keeping his eyes on his opponent, collects Scar and makes his way backstage. Starshine stands dejectedly in the ring and finally makes his way backstage too.
I… didn’t expect that. What do you make out of this Jesse?
Honestly Gorilla? I have no idea. This is the last thing I’d expect from him.
I mean, I knew he said he’d do it if he lost. But I never believed him. You really can’t blame Sparks for being overly cautious. I know I would be too.
Well Gorilla, no point in focusing on this point. We’ve got a show to call.
You’re right Jesse.
”Damn Right“ Jackson V. The Fishmonger
Now entering the ring...
Too Black...
Too Strong...
Damn Right!
"Bring Tha Noise" by Anthrax w/ Chuck D. hits the speakers as DR Jackson slowly walks out with a scowl on his face.
Tonight DR Jackson will be welcoming the WWCF's newest member into the ranks.
Hailing from West Philly, PA and weighing in at 296lbs... D... R... Jackson!
*DR Jackson receives a decent pop as he passes by fans who hold up their DR Jackson signs to impress him.*
Yeah, for a hazing!
And who knows what to expect from The Fishmonger?
*DR Jackson crosses the ropes into the ring and waits for The Fishmonger to enter the ring.*
And the challenger...
*The lights go out*
What? He gets a whole entrance like this?
"Salmon Dance" by The Chemical Brothers hits the speakers.
*The Fishmonger crosses to the ramp to mixed reactions. DR Jackson shakes his head.*
Ah!
Weighing in at 210lbs...
*The Fishmonger pretends to cast a fishing line and reel in a fish.*
This Fishmonger...
The Fishmonger!
*The Fishmonger runs down to the end of the ramp and stops.*
He...
Uh...
*The Fishmonger starts to go around the ring, mimicking a fish.
DR Jackson has a confused look on his face as he removes his sunglasses.
The Fishmonger drops off his hook and rope at ringside and slides into the ring.*
DR Jackson seems to be losing his patience here.
*The Fishmonger flops around on the ring when DR Jackson runs over and starts to stomp on him.*
Looks like DR Jackson is starting the match right here, King!
It's about time too, Gorilla!
*The Fishmonger slides out of the ring.*
I guess that he's a fish out of water, TH.
Let's hope that the Fishmonger brings something to the table here.
*Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson begins the count.*
1...
*The Fishmonger slides back into the ring as DR Jackson pounces on him with a waistlock.
The Fishmonger manages to wriggle his way out of the hold and gets behind DR Jackson.*
The Fishmonger seems to be a slippery fella.
*The Fishmonger hooks his arms around DR Jackson's arm and drags him over.*
The Fishmonger with an arm drag...
*DR Jackson is back on his feet when he runs up to The Fishmonger, who arm drags him again.*
And another arm drag...
*DR Jackson goes for the Fishmonger again. This time the Fishmonger catches DR Jackson's arm and applies an armbar to it.*
The Fishmonger seems to be working the arms. One of DR Jackson's greatest assetts is his size and strength.
*The Fishmonger strikes DR Jackson's arm with his elbow.*
If the Fishmonger takes that away from him, then DR Jackson is in for one rough night.
Are you kidding, Gorilla? DR Jackson will have this match in the bag in no time.
*DR Jackson thrusts the back of his elbow into the Fishmonger's face and he escapes the armbar.*
See? The Fishmonger is going to have to figure out how to attack those arms in a more efficient manner.
*DR Jackson locks up with The Fishmonger, getting the upper hand with an Irish whip.
He then pulls the Fishmonger back towards himself and clotheslines him to the mat.
The Fishmonger flops around in the ring.*
Look at that mighty lariat, Gorilla! I think that this match is over already.
*DR Jackson goes to pin the Fishmonger, but the Fishmonger keeps flopping around the ring and he slips to the outside.*
That's either a lucky break for the Fishmonger or else a very calculated move.
I wish that DR Jackson would catch him and finish him off!
*The Fishmonger gets to his feet and acts like he's swimming around the ring as Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson begins the count.*
1...
The Fishmonger seems to be keeping DR Jackson confused - he may have some tricks up his sleeve.
The Fishmonger has no sleeves, TH, look at his outfit!
2...
I meant it as a metaphor.
I did too!
3...
*The Fishmonger picks up his hook and rope.*
I hope that he uses it and gets disqualified!
4...
*DR Jackson dares the Fishmonger to try, so the Fishmonger swings the hook and tosses it overhead.
The hook soars over DR Jackson's head and makes a tear in "Spud" Verne Johnson's shirt.
Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson removes the hook and calls the match.*
Here is your winner by result of a disqualification: DR Jackson!
"Bring Tha Noise" by Anthrax w/Chuck D. hits the speakers as DR Jackson sneers at The Fishmonger who proceeds to swim away.*
Well The Fishmonger didn't have the best showing tonight with that mishap.
I'll give him credit for being smart enough to get out of there before Jackson catches him.
I'm sure that the Fishmonger will be gracing that squared circle for a long time to come.
Ganzo Bomb V. “Hollywood” Viva Los Bio Dome
Both wrestlers enter the ring to their respective music. Viva has a no nonsense look on his face, while Ganzobomb continues to approach this match with a "David vs. Goliath" sensibility.
The bell rings, and instantly Ganzo runs and hits Viva with a crossbody. Ganzo picks Viva up, whips him into the ropes, and nails him with a dropkick in the corner. Viva stumbles out of the corner into a vicious clothesline.
Ganzo pumps his fists and goes for a cover.
1..
2..
Viva kicks out with velocity. He rolls to the outside. Viva looks up to the ring and shouts "I've had enough of this s***. I don't have to prove anything anymore." Viva walks directly to the ring announcer and tosses him out of his chair. Viva grabs the chair, and slides back into the ring.
He is met with resistance by the referee. As Viva and the referee battle for the chair, Ganzobomb throws a haymaker. Viva ducks, and Ganzo nails the referee. Viva turns around and smacks Ganzo in the face with a chair.
Am I good enough now, Seth? Do I have your attention now, Drakin? Do you think I'm good enough to be taken seriously now, Commish?
Another referee runs down to the ring and instantly disqualifies Viva Los Bio Dome.
Your winner due to disqualification, Ganzo Bomb!
Viva slides out of the ring and grabs the mic away from the ring announcer. He gets back in the ring, hits the fallen ganzo with a chair once more, sets the chair up, and has a seat.
Tonight was supposed to be a special night for Seth. A Very Special WWCF Christmas was supposed to be a night to honor Seth Drakin, a night in which every match was fought with dignity and honor.
Yeah? Well I threw that s*** out the window the SECOND Seth decided to grant me a f***ing pity match against Ganzo Bomb. I already decimated him ruthlessly. I really don't need or have the desire to punish his ass again. Seth, I asked you for a f***ing match tonight. I didn't ask you to make me make some kids wish come true. I don't think anybody backstage thinks as little of me as you do, and from now on, when you put me in a match I don't agree with, you're going to get this result. You better treat me with the respect that the brighest star in this company deserves, or you'll not only be disappointing your precious investors, but your fanbase. You see, I've irritated your precious G-Rated investors already. Don't make me keep doing it.
Ganzo, it's NOT personal, but I have no desire to fight you. You're far beneath me, and the more you allow yourself to be Seth Drakin's errand boy, the more chairs you're gonna get to the face. I'm sorry, buddy. Good luck.
Well, Hollywood lays down the law, as it were.
I can’t believe this Jess. This match had all the potential to be a classic, but Viva ruined the whole thing!
Hey, Viva said from the start he felt he was being treated unfairly. This was just his way of showing it.
Jonathan Michaels V. Yellow Jacket V. Evil M
Well let's move along to the Hardcore Champion Jonathan Michaels who has been forced to put his championship on a steady line of challengers.
And only to lose it by year's end, so who cares, Gorilla?
It's a matter of principle, King. If Michaels stands up for himself and represents the belt that crosses his waist, Seth Drakin will realize that he cannot push him nor anyone else around in this company.
But if he loses the belt, then he'll look like a chump, ha!
I don't know about that, King, but let's join Jerry Fish as he interviews the challengers tonight, the triumphantly returned Evil M and the up and coming Yellowjacket.
Backstage, Jerry Fish is about to conduct an interview with Evil M.
“Evil M, later tonight…”
Yellow Jacket cuts Fish off and takes his mic from him. He tells him to leave and “I got this.”
Evil M, I would like to once again propose to you in joining me as a unit to take out the Hardcore Division. Together, we can rid the WWCF of this putrid mess and help build the foundation to a brighter future. Without us, this business would be run into the ground due to depravity. Need proof. Amigo gets to main event the show tonight and challenge for the WWCF World Championship. A man that has lived his career in depravity, the same man who screwed me last month at In Your Apartment and threw me through a window, gets a title match tonight. Yet we don’t. We need to stop this, and we need to do it together. Are you with me?
Oh I gotta hear this.
Evil M contemplates it.
I’ll see you in the ring.
That's the spirit.
Evil M walks away as YJ looks on disparaged.
The following contest is a non-title triple threat match scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit.
“Going Down in Flames” blasts over the PA, signaling the arrival of the Yellow Jacket.
YJ walks out from the curtain with a befuddled, yet confident look on his face. This shortly changes to disgust as he notices the fans. He waves them off and enters the ring. He goes to the top rope and relishes in the boos.
The lights go off and an organ plays over the PA, followed by “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC. Out comes Evil M from the curtain, with a determined look on his face.
He enters the ring, as his ring pyro goes off. He looks at YJ dead in the eyes, with YJ trying to convince M to team with him tonight. Evil M just stares, without giving a response.
It looks like this will be a rather strained contest tonight. Yellowjacket seemed so sure that Evil M would be his ally tonight.
Evil M is probably out for himself, Gorilla. He's come back and he wants gold, even if it's a belt that Drakin will be phasing out first chance he gets.
Smoke starts to fill the arena as “DOA” by The Foo Fighters plays over the PA. Evil M and Yellow Jacket avert their attention to the entrance way, as the Hardcore Champion Jonathan Michaels makes his way to the ring.
But this is our man of the hour, King. He is waging a one-man war against Drakin and he's not about to let either of these men upstage him.
Jonathan Michaels enters the ring as his eyes are locked on both Evil M and YJ, who are standing next to each other.
The bell sounds, and the match begins.
And here they go!
YJ and Evil M stare at Jonathan Michaels, all waiting for somebody to make the first move.
Well what are they waiting for? Get a weapon and swing away!
It’s Evil M who makes the first move by punching YJ in the face and charging at Jonathan Michaels. He tackles him and starts pounding away. Both men make it to their feet, both pummeling each other with their fists.
You underestimate the Hardcore division, King. There's just as much strategy as there is in a regular match.
Jacket makes his way over and starts pounding on Michaels. Both YJ and M are now pummeling Jonathan Michaels with a barrage of punches.
How so? I've watched so many of these Hardcore matches and there's no technique at all!
YJ then punches Evil M in the face, saying “Just returning the favor”.
And Yellowjacket is getting some retribution it seems.
Michaels grabs YJ and chucks him into the turnbuckle. He chops him viciously, leaving him with red marks on his chest. YJ then grabs Michaels and throws him into the turnbuckle, unleashing his own chops. Evil M comes running from behind and hits a running splash on both YJ and Michaels. YJ falls to the mat, followed by Michaels, who falls head first onto Jacket’s crotch.
You dodged my claims, Gorilla. Am I right for once?
Evil M picks Michaels up and hit’s a running bulldog. He looks to go for a cover, but opts to mount him instead. He begins pounding on Michaels, with referee John Creed having to pull him off.
No, King. I'm watching these three men go at without even using weapons. How would you prefer it? Everyone wrestle like Jazzman, use no weapons, and stay in the ring?
M gets to his feet and starts stomping on Michaels. Yellow Jacket walks over and starts stomping on him as well.
And what's wrong with that?
Evil M pushes YJ and asks “What the hell are you doing?” YJ responds by saying “Working together with you”. M starts shaking his head no, and then kicks YJ in the gut. He hit’s a snap suplex.
Evil M's taking it back to Yellowjacket!
He gets an evil look on his face, as he’s staring at YJ’s arm. He locks in a crowbar and attempts to break his arm. YJ is writhing in pain and about to tap, but Jonathan Michaels breaks it up by dropping and elbow onto M.
They need to put aside their differences and just work together. Yellowjacket has the right idea and Evil M is an idiot.
Jonathan Michaels drops a few more elbows onto Evil M, then applies an armbar. He holds it on for a few seconds, only to releases it.
But what's wrong with Jazzman-style, no weapons, stay in the ring? You never answered me? Am I right again?
Michaels grabs both Yellow Jacket and Evil M’s arms, and applies a double armbar. Both men scream in agony, as JM applies more pressure. Both men use their strength to get on their feet, lift Michaels off the ground and slam him to the mat, releasing the hold.
Nothing's wrong with that, but WWCF is about variety, and if everyone wrestled like Jazzman then what would make our World Champion so special?
All three men are down. Evil M and Yellow Jacket are holding their arms, as Jonathan Michaels has a glazed look in his eyes. They all start to stir, with Evil M and YJ using the ring ropes to lift themselves up.
Are you saying that Hardcore wrestling makes you "special?"
Both men are on opposing sides of the ring, while Michaels is in the middle. YJ signals for a double clothesline and M begrudgingly obliges. Michaels starts to get up. As he gets on his feet, YJ and M charge at him. He notices them coming and dodges out of the way, with Evil M and Jacket hitting a double clothesline to each other.
Jonathan Michaels darts over to YJ and covers him.
Michaels goes for the cover.
1, 2...
KICKOUT!
Michaels rolls over to Evil M and covers him.
Oh, like that's going to work.
1, 2...
KICK OUT!
Michaels gets to his feet and grabs both men by their hair.
Michaels is clearly establishing his dominance as the Hardcore Champion here.
He drags them to their feet and clonks their heads together. Both men crumble to the ground. JM has his sights set on Evil M. He stomps on him for a bit, then picks him up. He irish whips him to the ropes and hits a spinebuster.
Michaels with a spinebuster!
Michaels goes for the cover.
1, 2...
Here comes Yellowjacket!
Yellow Jacket breaks up the pin cover. He grabs JM by the head and starts to pick him up, but Michaels grabs his tights and chucks him through the middle rope. Michaels gets to his feet and sees Evil M charging at him. He ducks and hit’s a backdrop, sending Evil M to the outside, crashing onto YJ.
Ah!
By god, Jesse!
Both men start to make it to their feet. Jonathan Michaels goes up to the top turnbuckle with his back turned to M and Jacket. Both men turn to his direction.
Here we go again, King!
JM hits a diving moonsault to the outside, landing on both men.
Michaels is on fire tonight!
Jonathan Michaels grabs Evil M and rolls him into the ring. He walks onto the apron to go inside, but Yellow Jacket trips him.
Every fire must die, Gorilla.
Michaels lands face first onto the apron. YJ rushes into the ring and pins M.
1, 2...
KICK OUT!
Yellow Jacket rolls back out to the floor. He grabs Jonathan Michaels and whips him into the steel steps.
Not quite true hardcore style, but we're out of the ring now and the steps have entered the fray.
Yeah, in other words the match is going downhill because of their "special" style-
Will you stop it?
YJ starts stomping on Michaels and then chokes him with his boot. He picks him up and slams him headfirst into the apron, then rolls him into the ring.
Yellowjacket now has control of this match, TH.
In the ring, YJ sets Jonathan Michaels on the top rope. He climbs up and sets up for a superplex.
Yes, I can see that King.
Evil M comes over and ducks under YJ’s legs. He grabs him and power bombs him.
Whoa!
What a move by Evil M!
YJ crashes to the mat as Jonathan Michaels goes flying to the other side of the ring. M covers YJ.
1, 2...
KICKOUT!
Even after that?
Evil M crawls over to Jonathan Michaels and covers him.
That won't work - it didn't last time!
1, 2...
Jonathan Michaels drapes his foot on the bottom rope, calling for a rope break.
Saved by the ropes, King.
Evil M pounds away at Michaels. He gets up and sets up for the Journey to Hell.
What about using the outside, Gorilla?
Yellow Jacket hops onto his back, trying to prevent him from doing the move. M goes backwards and sends YJ into the turnbuckle, causing him to let go.
The inside and the outside of the ring are part and parcel of any good Hardcore wrestler's toolset, King.
M steps forward and hit’s the Journey to Hell on JM, sending him crashing into YJ.
Michaels is on a Journey to Hell now!
Michaels flops to the outside.
Say goodnight, Michaels.
Evil M perches YJ onto the top turnbuckle.
But first they've got a little score of their own settle it looks like.
YJ starts to fight his way off, M strikes back. He goes to set up for a superplex, but it gets reversed into a tornado DDT.
M reverses YellowJacket's superplex. They'll be in for the long haul. Michaels maybe the champion, but it's still every man for himself tonight, King.
Evil M lays flat on the mat, as YJ regains his composure. He eventually crawls over to M and covers him.
1, 2...
KICK OUT!
YJ spots Michaels slowly coming back into the ring, and darts towards him.
Yellowjacket's going to nip that in the bud. He is on top of things now, Gorilla.
He starts stomping on him, then drags him to his feet. He hits a backbreaker, but doesn’t let go. He applies a submission hold, as Jonathan screams in pain.
And are you watching this match, Gorilla? Yellowjacket doesn't need weapons, and so tonight, A Very Special WWCF Christmas, is Christmas come early for Yellowjacket, straight from Seth Drakin.
JM tries to find a way out, but to no avail. YJ starts cranking up the pressure, so JM pokes him in the eye, making Jacket release the hold.
Did you see that? JM just poked Yellowjacket in the eye!
YJ runs towards Michaels, but gets booted in the face. JM then goes over to Evil M and hit’s a snap suplex right into a cover.
Michaels may take this one now!
1, 2...
No!
KICK OUT!
Jonathan picks M up and sets up for a belly to back suplex. Yellow Jacket sneaks up from behind and hit’s a release german suplex, sending Evil M flying.
Another stupendous maneuver, but this time it's Evil M on the receiving end.
YJ applies a headlock. Jonathan Michaels starts to fade away.
The Hardcore Champion should not lose this way, King.
What, cleanly? Without weapons, in the ring, Jazzman style?
Would you stop it?
Jonathan Michaels gets a second wind and powers his way to his feet. He starts punching YJ in the gut, making him release the hold. He runs towards the rope and charges back at YJ, only to be met with a clothesline.
False hope for Jonathan Michaels.
YJ then gets hit with a clothesline of his own via Evil M.
And Evil M get's Yellowjacket in turn!
M then applies a Boston crab to Jonathan Michaels.
Ha! And then he goes to make him tap too.
He cranks up the pressure, begging for him to tap. JM refuses to tap. YJ then crawls over and locks in a crippler crossface.
These three men sure have a tendency to attack each other at the same time, King.
JM writhes in agony, and looks as if he’s about to tap. Evil M notices YJ, releases the Boston crab and kicks him in the back of the head.
Good move in the long run for Evil M.
Evil M starts stomping away. He then pick him up and hurls him to the outside. He watches YJ crash to the floor and looks pleased.
Is Yellowjacket out of this match, King?
Evil M turns around to eat the Fade to Black.
More like Evil M!
Both men fall to the mat.
Looks like that was all that Jonathan Michaels had left in the tank.
All three men are down as the crowd is on their feet. Finally, Michaels starts to stir and crawls over to Evil M. He covers him.
1, 2, Thr-
YJ pulls Evil M out of the ring, breaking up the count.
No, Yellowjacket continues the match!
Michaels rolls to the outside and gets in a fist fight with YJ. JM gets the upper hand and throws YJ into the barricade.
And they're back outside!
He then grabs Evil M and slams him backfirst into the apron. He rolls him into the ring and covers him.
1, 2...
KICK OUT!
How much punishment can they take?
Jonathan Michaels applies his own Boston crab to return the favor. Evil M screams in agony.
As much as it takes, King. That's why it's the Hardcore division.
Evil M tries his best to get to the bottom rope, but can’t. Just as it seems that he’s about to tap, he grabs the bottom rope.
And make no mistake. These three men have taken a lot of punishment.
Jonathan Michaels doesn’t let go, so referee John Creed pulls him off.
Referee John Creed laying down the law.
Jonathan Michaels drags Evil M to the center of the ring and attempts The Key Grip.
Oh, and that's probably it!
M kicks him away and starts to get to his feet. Michaels charges at him as he gets to his feet and hit’s a spear. He goes for the pin.
1, 2, Th…
KICK OUT!
This is impossible, TH!
Jonathan Michaels attempts The Key Grip once again, this time locking it in. Evil M scrambles to the ropes, but Michaels drags him back to the center of the ring. He applies more pressure as Evil M screams in agony. M tries to crawl to the ropes, but can’t quite make it.
It's a race to the finish, King!
Evil M’s about to tap, when YJ makes it into the ring and clocks JM with a Sting. YJ covers him.
1, 2, Thre…
Evil M just barely makes the save.
Evil M starts to punch YJ, as Jacket tries to block it. He once again tries reasoning with M, but is unsuccessful.
It's a lost cause, Yellowjacket, just give it up and win the match!
Evil M grabs YJ by the throat and hit’s a throat thrust, sending him to the other side of the ring. He starts stomping on him and starts choking him at the corner.
Evil M made that decision from the beginning and he's at least sticking to it!
Evil M walks away from YJ and goes towards Jonathan Michaels. Michaels drags himself up via the ropes.
Can Michaels stay in this match?
M approaches near, only to be hit with the Fade to Black out of nowhere.
And that's all that's left for him, ha!
Michaels starts to stumble, but stays on his feet.
No...
As he goes towards Evil M, Yellow Jacket surprises him with another Fade to Black. YJ then drags Evil M on top of Michaels.
What?
Referee John Creed looks confused, as Yellow Jacket yells to him “Make the count!” Creed hesitantly makes the pin count.
What is going on?
1, 2, 3!
Here is your winner: Evil M!
The crowd looks confused as YJ leaves the ring. He goes to the back and doesn’t look back.
What on Earth just happened there, King?
Who cares? Michaels's may still be the Champ, but he had to be weakened by this match! Drakin is the true winner tonight.
It's... it's...
It's what, Gorilla? A miscarriage of justice?
No, but it's just not right. We've got to move on, I need time to process this.
Sure you do, Gorilla. You're just disappointed that Michaels finally bit off more than he could chew. Why aren't you happy to see Evil M win a match against the Champion after his triumphant return last month?
I suppose that every cloud has a silver lining for someone.
Inter-Forum Championship: M.O.P. V. The Boiler Room Brawler
The following match is for the WWCF Inter-Forum Championship, and is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. But first, allow me to introduce our special guest commentator for the match, DR Jackson!
*Bring The Noise* blares out on the house Mic as the polarizing DR Jackson walks out, and sits down at the commentary booth*
First, the challenger. He hails from Rockford, Illinois, he weighs in tonight at 350lbs, and is a member of what's left of the Corporation, Boiler Room Brawler!
*The camera on the Tiantron pans to the titular Boiler Room, where BRB exists from, and with the magic of video manipulation, suddenly appears near the ring, and then slides in*
And now, introducing our WWCF Inter-Forum champion. Coming from Bergen County, New Jersey, standing 6 feet, 1 inch, and at 232 pounds, M.O.P.!
*The crowd roars as the lights dim, followed by a music intro, and M.O.P. slowly walks out with pyro igniting as he walks by*
So evidently we are joined by DR Jackson tonight, King.
I don't like him, Gorilla.
I'm sorry what was that King?
I said... I don't like... Beans?
*Referee Lloyd McFloyd checks both men*
What does the referee think he's doing?
He's checking to make sure that both men, especially the Boiler Room Brawler, are not sneaking anything into this match. Seth Drakin wants clean matches all night long.
Call it what you want, Seth simply doesn't know what fun is, if you hate eachother you don't want to pull any punches, or pipewrenches.
Boiler Room Brawler wouldn't "sneak" anything into this match, Gorilla. You see that pipe wrench resting by the ring steps? That's all that BRB needs if things go south.
And our Inter-Forum Champion, M.O.P. had better watch himself tonight because of it.
I'll be more concerned by BRB than his Pipe Wrench, I've fought both men and BRB WILL use his size to his advantage in this match.
*Referee Lloyd McFloyd begins to explain that the match will be clean as per Seth Drakin's decree.*
M.O.P. knew that this night was coming, TH. BRB has waited for this night, and Christmas may just come to him. He lost Corporate backing, and he seems to have even lost the his teammates. BRB has decided to lash out at M.O.P. because M.O.P. turned his back when he saw the writing on the wall. He is a traitor, and Boiler Room Brawler is going to expose him tonight for being the chump that he is!
You should give M.O.P. more credit, King. M.O.P. worked his way towards that belt without Corporate's help.
Yeah, but with Corporate's money.
Please guys, give M.O.P. some credit here, he's one of the very few men to hold a victory over me, fluke or not, that's something that BRB can't say. So when it comes to chumps... I'm going to have to disagree with you there.
*Referee Lloyd McFloyd begins the match*
And here they go!
*Boiler Room Brawler locks arms with M.O.P., who gains leverage and locks his arm around BRB.*
M.O.P. is a technical wrestler. His grappling skill far outweighs the Boiler Room Brawler's.
*BRB lifts up M.O.P and atomic drops him off of his head.*
THERE IT IS! What did I tell you guys. Totally called it!
Jackson was right, Boiler Room Brawler is too big for M.O.P.'s skills to matter!
*BRB walks up and drops his elbow down to M.O.P. but M.O.P. rolls out of the way and springs back to his feet.
M.O.P. leaps into the air and delivers a side kick to BRB's ribs.
BRB rolls over and onto the mat from the impact, clutching his side.*
Bang!
M.O.P. might have this one much easier than we thought.
Horse hockey, TH! BRB's taken worse hits than that, like from DR Jackson here.
Damn Right!
*M.O.P. grabs at BRB's leg, but BRB grabs a rope and Referee Lloyd McFloyd tells M.O.P. to release him, which he does.*
As we can see here, M.O.P. will win this match clean. He is giving the Boiler Room Brawler more chances here than he deserves.
Don't take him for granted M.O.P., if I was in there I wouldn't have stopped. If the title means so much to you, you have to BEAT your opponent. Don't even give them a chance. Neither Enemy nor Friend, just business.
I've watched the Boiler Room Brawler for the past year and he needs no such help, guys.
*BRB gets back up, still clutching the rope.
M.O.P. gestures for BRB to engage him again.*
People underestimate the Boiler Room Brawler because he is big and fat.
Just like everyone underestimates you because you're both dumb and stupid?
No one asked you!
No one ever asks you, yet you're still here.
*BRB runs for M.O.P., leaping into the air to slam his body into M.O.P. but M.O.P. sidesteps him.
BRB lands on his feet, looks around, and M.O.P. leaps onto BRB's back and locks his arm around BRB's neck.*
Uhh... anyway, But BRB knows that he is big, and he knows that people will underestimate his skill because of it. Look at M.O.P. here.
*M.O.P. tries to lock his other arm under BRB's arm, but BRB backs up into a ring post, making M.O.P. let go in the nick of time to avoid being crushed.*
He thought that this was The Princess Bride or something, that he could just strangle the Boiler Room Brawler into submission but he is already running low on tactics.
M.O.P. always has something up his sleeve King, if you actually paid any attention you'd know that by now.
*M.O.P. throws a couple of punches at BRB's stomach but BRB winds up and chops him straight into the chest, knocking him down.*
And there's one of BRB's devastating chops!
I've felt that, that will knock the air right out of you, plus it stings like a bitch.
I don't know why BRB even bothers with learning "finishers," Gorilla. Every move that he does is potentially devastating to his opponent.
*M.O.P. clutches his chest in pain as BRB runs towards him.
M.O.P. trips BRB with a drop toe hold and he follows it up by climbing over BRB and locking his arms around BRB's face.*
An STF! M.O.P. is pulling a lot of stops tonight.
He wants to end it as quickly as possible by making BRB quit but BRB takes work to submit.
He does?
Will you stop?
Hey, don't make me call for gimmick infringment!
*M.O.P. tightens his hold on BRB, who rolls over and lands on top of M.O.P. who maintains the hold with his shoulders to the mat.*
Look, Gorilla! BRB might outsmart M.O.P. right here!
*Referee Lloyd McFloyd begins the count.*
1...
2...
*M.O.P. manages to lift himself off the mat.*
No!
M.O.P. is no fool, King. He knows what he's doing.
Please, BRB couldn't outsmart a paper bag inside a bigger paper bag.
*BRB pulls M.O.P. forward and gets on one knee.*
M.O.P. is still hanging on!
*BRB stands up on one leg while M.O.P. still has the other hook.*
All the skill in the world can't compensate for raw size, TH.
Damn Right!
BRB is hauling M.O.P. with the strenght of a mule!
*BRB jumps straight up and falls backwards with the impact, making M.O.P. release the hold at last.*
And BRB's mass overcomes the hold!
No comment.
Will you stop?
Please!
*BRB locks a leg and goes for a pin.
Referee Lloyd McFloyd goes for the count.*
1...
2...
*M.O.P. kicks out.*
99ff66
*BRB stands back up and goes for another elbow drop but M.O.P. rolls out of the way.*
The last thing that M.O.P. needs right now is a devastating elbow drop to his solar plexus. I'm certainly interested in how he'll get out of this one.
Me too, now that you mention it, Gorilla.
Remember guys, BRB had already taken the air out of M.O.P. with those chops, now imagine how much air you'd lose with a man of his size falling ontop of you.
*BRB gets back up and waits for M.O.P. to get back up.*
What's our Inter-Forum Champion waiting for, Gorilla?
He's clearly catching his breath here.
You see, this is why I don't want to team up with BRB. This is his time to strike and he's more or less giving the match away.
*M.O.P. gets back up as BRB throws a front kick straight for M.O.P.'s stomach but M.O.P. manages to catch it.*
M.O.P. caught BRB's leg!
*BRB hops on his one foot and is taken down to the mat with a dragon screw by M.O.P.*
And BRB is down!
*M.O.P. grabs at BRB's foot and starts to twist the ankle.*
I don't think that M.O.P. is kidding around anymore here, King. If he twists BRB's ankle too hard, BRB's not going to be able to walk!
*BRB lifts himself up, gets onto one foot, and kicks his way out of the hold but he doesn't do any significant harm to M.O.P., who just backs up.*
Not for long, TH!
*BRB is back on his other foot as M.O.P. runs up and delivers a standing drop kick straight to BRB, who backs up a few steps but isn't knocked over.*
BRB is a wall, TH. M.O.P. cannot possibly knock him down at this rate.
... I could.
Well done, do you want a medal?
I think I deserve one for having to suffer your presence...
Yeah, you're suffering.
*M.O.P. bends over to catch his breath to which BRB responds by clutching a rope and does the same.*
It looks like it will be a race to whomever can tire out first. My money's on BRB gassing out first.
BRB has been methodical with his moves, Gorilla. M.O.P. will clearly run out of energy before BRB at this rate.
*BRB lets go of the rope and gestures to M.O.P. to lock arms which M.O.P. accepts.*
Is M.O.P. crazy? He's got to be tired at this point and he wants to pit his strength against BRB?
*BRB wins the grappling contest by lockin his arm over M.O.P.'s head for a side headlock.*
A side headlock at this point in the match?
BRB hasn't worked the head yet, Gorilla, you gotta start somewhere.
*BRB takes M.O.P. to the ground.*
Don't forget: as I said before, BRB's moves are basically as good as any trump card that his opponents can whip out at him.
If that's so, King, then how come M.O.P.'s still in the match?
Because BRB has no tact?
*M.O.P. wavers as Referee Lloyd McFloyd checks on if he submits or not.
M.O.P. does not respond, so McFloyd lifts his arm once and it drops.*
It looks like we may have a new Inter-Forum Champion here.
It's about time too, Gorilla!
*Referee Lloyd McFloyd lifts M.O.P.'s arm twice and it drops again.*
M.O.P. cannot even handle one of BRB's headlocks, Gorilla. What kind of champion is that?
*Referee Lloyd McFloyd lifts M.O.P.'s arm a third time.*
I'd hate to see his reign end like this.
*M.O.P.'s arm drops but midway through he regains resolve to continue the match and starts to thrust his elbow into BRB's ribs.*
A FIGHTING Champion, I may not like the guy, but give credit where it is clearly due.
M.O.P.'s not out of this yet, King!
This is impossible!
*M.O.P. drives his fist into BRB's ribs and BRB lets go of M.O.P. and clutches his side in pain.*
Well it's a good thing that M.O.P. landed that kick to BRB's side.
He got lucky that BRB locked his arm to that side!
It's quick thinking like that that makes him our champion, King.
*M.O.P. stands up and goes up to BRB, stomping on him, going for his ribs when he can.*
Now he's just being excessive!
That's nothing that BRB wouldn't do, King.
It's called winning guys, you're not here to be the nicest, you're here to be the best.
*M.O.P. grabs the top rope, jumps up, bouncing along the bottom rope, and knee drops BRB in the back.*
BRB may significantly outweigh M.O.P. but M.O.P. can work that ground game to the point that it doesn't matter.
Well once you're down on the mat, size is just a word.
*M.O.P. slips under the bottom rope and runs up to BRB's head with a passing elbow.*
BRB can get out of this, TH, just you watch!
*M.O.P. walks up the steps and observes BRB clutching his head. He continues, climbing to the top rope and gestures to the crowd.*
This could be the one, King. Another one just may bite the dust here!
*M.O.P. leaps off the tope rope and lands with a body splash straight onto BRB.
He locks his arm around BRB's leg and goes for the pin.*
Referee Lloyd McFloyd goes for the count.*
1...
2...
*BRB thrusts his shoulder off the mat and clutches the rope.*
Yes, BRB is still in this match, Gorilla!
*BRB begins to climb up with the use of the ropes as M.O.P. rolls off of him and takes a breather.
BRB runs up and kicks his foot straight to M.O.P.'s stomach, making him bend over. He walks over to the turnbuckle.*
What's BRB doing here?
*BRB climbs the turnbuckle.*
Don't do that, BRB, you could lock in a piledriver, or a power bomb! Don't do it!
*M.O.P. stands back up, runs up to BRB and punches him in the gut, making BRB bend over.*
Oh no, and that right there is BRB's fatal flaw: he goes for high risks too much.
That's his flaw? I thought his flaw was that he's... you know... an idiot?
*M.O.P. locks his arm between BRB's legs and hooks the other over BRB's head and attempts to lift him.*
M.O.P. seems to be going for his patented Jersey Driver here-
But BRB is too big, ha!
*M.O.P. attempts to lift him again, but fails.*
I'll give M.O.P. points for trying that though.
*M.O.P. backs up and clutches his lower back from the strain.
BRB drops down from the rope and thrusts his palm straight for M.O.P.'s face.*
BRB was playing possum, alright!
Fat possum
*M.O.P. catches BRB's arm and drives his elbow into it.*
M.O.P. seems to be getting more and more desperate here. He's losing control of this match as he keeps focusing on different parts of the body.
He went for the midsection and failed. He went for the ankle and failed. He went for the head and failed. Now he's going for the arm and he'll fail again.
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Kind of like you in life ey King?
Who invited you here anyway?
*BRB pulls M.O.P. towards him and sloppily belly-to-belly suplexes him right into Referee Lloyd McFloyd.*
And what a devastating belly to belly suplex from the Boiler Room Brawler, but now the referee is out!
Not a good move there.
*BRB picks up M.O.P. and bends him over.*
It looks like M.O.P. has reached the Boiling Point here, as BRB might say.
*BRB waistlocks M.O.P.*
Imagine, Gorilla; 350lbs crashing down on your back!
*BRB steps over M.O.P.’s arms.*
No…
*BRB drops forwards, slamming M.O.P. into the mat with The Boiling Point.*
And there it is, TH; The Boiling Point!
*A man in black slips out from under the ring.*
What the hell? Look King!
*The man in black waves at the three commentators and sneaks around the ring.
Meanwhile, BRB rolls off of M.O.P. and turns him over.*
What's he going to do? Who is he?
I find this guy to be racist, how come every crook wears black?
*The man in black grabs BRB's pipe wrench and remains unnoticed by BRB as he turns over the ref, slapping him in the face to wake him up.*
Oh no, that man is going to ruin everything!
*The man in black slips into the ring from under the bottom rope.*
Brawler, look out! He has your big, massive, pipe wrench!
What is going on here?
*The man in black waits for BRB to notice him and then he thrusts the pipe wrench straight into his face, knocking him down and out.*
Note to BRB: Never turn around, never ends well for you.
Whoever this mystery man is, he seems to be on M.O.P.'s side.
I'll bet that it's one of his Equalizer friends. "Equalizers" indeed, Gorilla.
*The man in black pats Referee Lloyd McFloyd in the face, reviving him at last, and he slips out of the ring unnoticed.*
But the Equalizers are not about interference, Jesse. This seems to be someone else entirely.
*Referee Lloyd McFloyd observes BRB and M.O.P. laid out and begins the KO count.*
1…
BRB has taken less punishment this match – he’s got to get up first!
2…
Yes, King, but M.O.P. has had more time to recover so far.
3…
BRB is a tank. It takes a hell of a lot more punishment-
4…
-than that to take out the Boiler Room Brawler!
5…
But M.O.P. doesn’t even have to get up.
6...
BRB has to beat him for that belt.
7…
With both of them knocked out, M.O.P. will retain by default.
8...
Thanks for having me guys... Cya
DR Jackson takes off the headset and gets up and heads for the ring.
Good riddance! But BRB clearly would have won were it not for that man in black!
9…
It looks like it’s over here folks…
10!
As a result of a double knockout, your Inter- Forum Champion is still… M! O! P!
*The crowd has mixed, if not mostly positive reactions*
This is a miscarriage of justice, Gorilla!
That’s my line, Jesse!
This isn’t over by a long shot, Gorilla! BRB needs retribution! He should demand an immediate rematch!
No argument here, King. BRB was robbed, but I’d like to think that both men will come out of this with more respect for each other. They clearly took each other to the limit before they were cut short.
I don’t think that BRB was even close to getting started and M.O.P. was clearly finished when he reached the Boiling Point.
Well this isn’t over, that much is clear, King, and we’ll definitely be seeing this unfold, as well as the mystery of the man in black, for the new year to come... Wait, what the hell?
DR Jackson is in the ring taunting M.O.P. to get up. M.O.P. slowly stirs as he tries to get to his feet, still very groggy from the effects of the Boiling Point. As he gets to his feet, DR Jackson runs at him and lays him out with a Spear.
What the hell was that for?
The crowd start showering Jackson with boos, but he ignores them. Jackson then approached BRB and pulls him up to his feet.
Wait, so he's helping BRB? He's friends with him now? What a turncoat?
As the crowd continue to boo, Jackson then hoists BRB onto his shoulders in a great feat of strength and lays BRB out with the High Attitude.
The crowd starts to cheer. As Jackson stands over the fallen competitors
What the hell was that about?
I really don't like this guy. He's a thug, a crook, he's the scum of society. Black Dynasty? More like Black D-
No matter what you call him, looks like he stayed true to his saying "Neither Enemy Nor Friend", he made his impact here tonight.
Jackson yells out "DAMN RIGHT!"
Damn him!
Number One Contenders 3-Way Dance: The Heavy Metal Express V. Voodoo Champagne V. The Southwest Connection
The following contest is a 3-Way Dance. The winners will receive a shot at the WWCF World Tag Team Championship!
*We’re Not Gonna Take It*
Introducing first, the team of D-Day Dave and The Headbanger Man, The Heavy Metal Express!
Coming off a loss to the Southwest Connection last week, the Heavy Metal Express are more determined than ever to win this match and become the number one contenders.
*New Blackjacks Theme*
Next, they are the two-time former champions and the self-proclaimed greatest tag team in the world, Little Naitch and Tyfo, The Southwest Connection!
Well, these two teams are tied at one apiece, so this could be considered the rubber match.
*Panic Switch*
And they are the former and current WWCF Heatz!!1 Champions, “Champagne” Jay Carroll and TTS, Voodoo Champagne!
Jay is accompanied by two lovely women in evening gowns, while two male valets walk behind them. One is carrying a case of champagne, while the other is carrying… a chicken.
But of course, you have to take into consideration the wildcard in this match, Voodoo Champagne.
TTS grabs the chicken, pulls out a knife, and slices its head off.
Kids, don’t try this at home.
As TTS smears the chicken’s blood on his face, Koda sneaks down the ramp, spins the other valet around, and snatches the case of champagne from him. Carroll sees this and, as TTS enters the ring, bolts up the ramp after Koda. TTS watches him as the bell rings. Headbanger sneaks up on TTS and rolls him up!
1!
2!
3!
Voodoo Champagne has been eliminated!
Jay turns around, a look of disbelief on his face. TTS rolls to the outside, looking furious. Jay tries to explain, but TTS keeps coming towards him. Finally, Jay signals for a valet from the back. He runs out and hands TTS a chicken. TTS smiles and Jay extends his hand and the two shake.
…..Well. It’s now just the Heavy Metal Express and The Southwest Connection.
Little Naitch and Headbanger Man start out in the ring.
We have a lockup… Naitch with a side headlock… Headbanger reverses it… backdrop… and a cover… 1.. And Naitch kicks out!
The two get back to their feet, eying each other cautiously. Both then walk over and tag their respective partners.
Tyfo and Dave now in… Dave with some punches… Tyfo blocks… snap suplex!
Cover.
1
Kickout.
These two teams have gotten to know each other so well after just two matches, this is going to be a very closely contested match.
Tyfo back up, Dave right back in this as well. Another tie up… Dave with a double leg takedown, flip over by Tyfo… He mounts Dave, fires off punches, Dave covering up… the ref forces a break.
The ref forces Tyfo back to his corner. Dave goes over and tags Headbanger Man back in.
Dave and Headbanger seem a little unprepared, Gorilla.
It does seem as if the Connection caught them off guard tonight.
OK, Headbanger and Tyfo lock up, go behind by Tyfo, a suplex attempt is blocked by Headbanger, he turns Tyfo around, scoop and a slam, an elbow drop, cover.
1
Kickout.
Headbanger pulls Tyfo up… snap suplex… knee drop… he drags him over to his corner… Dave tags in… leg drop… cover!
1
2
Kickout!
Dave pulls Tyfo off the mat, clothesline, elbow drop, cover!
1
2
Kickout!
Tyfo crawling over now… tag to Little Naitch! Naitch in now… chops to Dave… Headbanger comes in, but Naitch has some chops for him too! Dave back up… jawbreaker to Naitch… Tyfo clips the leg! Naitch with the cover!
1!
2!
And Headbanger Man makes the save!
All four men brawling in the ring now… referee John Creed trying to regain control… wait a minute! TTS and Jay Carroll are making there way back down to the ring!
What’re they doing out here, Gorilla?! They’ve been eliminated already!
Jay distracts Creed, while TTS slides in and hit’s the Pileup on Dave!
Did you see that?! TTS just laid out Dave with Pileup!
Naitch goes for the cover!
1!
2!
Headbanger goes for the save, but Tyfo cuts him off with a lariat!
3!
Here are your winners, The Southwest Connection!
I cannot believe this match ended the way it did!
Voodoo Champagne just gained a measure of revenge for their quick elimination at the start of the match.
Dammit, this isn’t right!
Calm down, Gorilla! Like it or not, The Southwest Connection are now the number one contenders to the WWCF World Tag Team Championships!
*Sigh* I know. I guess we just have to move on. Up next, our WWCF World Heavyweight Championship match!
WWCF World Championship Match: Jazzman V. Amigo
The following contest is set for one fall, with a half hour time limit and it is for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship!
*Souls of Black*
Amigo makes his way to the ring to a chorus of boos. He is pushing his trademark shopping cart full of plunder.
Introducing first, from Tempe, Arizona. He is the challenger tonight, Amigo!
As Amigo paces the ring, Lilac Lane hits. The crowd’s reaction is very mixed, and a scattered, but noticeable “We want Colt!” chant can be heard.
And his opponent, from Upstate New York. He is the reigning and defending WWCF World Heavyweight Champion, Jazzman!
As Jazzman walks out, he seems slightly bothered by the reaction, but tries to play it off as no big deal.
Jazzman seems a bit put off by the reaction from this crowd, Jess.
The man is a Champion, Gorilla. He’ll get over it quickly enough.
The two circle each other as referee Will Alphonzo calls for the bell.
Amigo charges Jazzman who meets him with a clothesline. Amigo goes down, but pulls Jazzman in and monkey flip’s him over. Amigo back up and he catches a charging Jazzman with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Cover.
1
Kickout.
Amigo tried to put the Champ away early, but to no avail.
It’s gonna take more than that to put Jazzman down, Jess.
Jazzman and Amigo tie up and Jazzman applies a side headlock, only for Amigo to cut behind him and German suplex him. He bridges up.
1!
Kickout!
Amigo stomps Jazzman then exit’s the ring. He springboards over the ropes and hit’s a legdrop on Jazzman. Cover.
1
Kickout.
Amigo’s strategy has become very clear. Put the Champion away before he can mount any kind of an offense.
As Jazzman get’s to his feet, Amigo meets him with a dropkick. He then pulls Jazzman back up and delivers a brainbuster. With Jazzman out of it, he goes up top and delivers a moonsault. Cover.
1
2
Kickout!
Jazzman isn’t about to give this one up, Gorilla.
Amigo grabs Jazzman by the hair and pulls him up. He whips him into the ropes, but Jazzman reverses it and catches Amigo with scoop slam! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
Amigo dives at Jazzman, who deflects it and rolls Amigo up!
1!
2!
Kickout!
The fans start to rally behind Jazzman, as Amigo slaps the mat in frustration.
Jazzman is starting to win back our audience, Jess!
He just better not let their reactions dictate his next move, Gorilla. He needs to wrestle for himself, not the fans.
Jazzman and Amigo lock up once again. Jazzman goes for another headlock, but Amigo has it well scouted, and counters into a hammerlock. Jazzman grabs Amigo’s leg to escape and goes for a Figure Four, but Amigo counters into a small package!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Both men pop back up. Amigo grabs Jazzman in a bear hug, but the Champion fights out of it and hits running bulldog! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Jazzman runs the ropes and drops an elbow across Amigo’s chest! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
The Champion pulls Amigo up and sets him up for a suplex, but it’s countered into a fireman’s carry and into a TKO! Amigo sits on the mat, trying to catch his breath.
That may have been the difference maker in this match, Jess. I don’t know if the Champion can recover!
Amigo get’s to his feet and drags Jazzman to the corner. He ascends to the top rope and comes off with a 360 splash, but Jazzman rolls out of the way!
Maybe he can, Gorilla!
Both men are down. Alphonzo begins his count.
“1!
2!
3!”
We already saw one double knockout, Jess. Will we see another one here?
“4!
5!
6!”
Jazzman starts to stir, as does Amigo.
I don’t think so Gorilla! These guys a gutting it out!
“7!”
Jazzman uses the ropes to pull himself up and break the count! Amigo is up shortly after. Jazzman meets him with a punch, then a few more, before whipping Amigo into the ropes. Amigo bounces back with a flying forearm! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Another close call for the Champion!
Amigo starts building up momentum and he comes off the ropes with another forearm, but misses! Amigo hit’s the ropes and bounces back into Jazzman, who hits him with…
THE STORY ON PAGE ONE?!!!
The fans start booing and chanting “WE WANT COLT!!”
Jazzman using Motor-Colt’s old finishing move and these fans do not like it!
COVER!!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!!
The fans start cheering as Jazzman looks shocked!
Amigo kicked out of the Story on Page One!
Jazzman pulls Amigo up, but suddenly…
Wait a minute! It’s Sparks!
Sparks runs in and shoves Jazzman to the mat!
“Ring the bell!”
Ladies and gentlemen, referee Will Alphonzo has disqualified Amigo. The winner of this match, and STILL WWCF World Heavyweight Champion, Jazzman!
Jazzman rolls to the outside, grabs his belt and leaves, as the fans start booing. Amigo sits on the mat, confused, as Sparks stands over him, laughing.
I don’t get it. Why would Sparks go after Jazzman?
Because he knew it piss off Amigo.
Amigo stands up and slaps Sparks across the face and, before he can react, hit’s a blockbuster on him! With Sparks down, Amigo sits him up and hit’s a vicious knee right to the face!
Amigo calls that move the Bom-ba Ye and damn, does that look nasty!
Sparks is busted wide open as Amigo continues to stomp him until officials run out to pull him away.
Folks, that was an absolutely disgusting display by Amigo!
Yeah, Sparks had no right interfering in the match, but you can’t tell me he deserved THIS!
Well folks, moving on. We are just moments away from our main event, but first, I understand we are to be joined by our CEO, Seth Drakin.
(Seth Drakin comes down to the ring with a swagger in his step. He enters the ring as the fans rain boo’s down to him. Seth asks Michael Muffer for the microphone. Muffer hands over the microphone)
First off, I’d like to remind these fans that obscene language like this will not be allowed and I will evict you fans if it continues.
(Fans boo and heckle even louder)
Now I would like to talk about the most important thing in WWCF…me. You see, 4 months ago I arrived in this position as C.E.O. of WWCF. When I first started, this place was a cesspool. Such barbaric language and actions were taking place on a daily basis. Within a few days I had helped turn this ship around towards a more righteous and pure path. And yet people still complained. People like former C.E.O. D-Day Dave and his good friend Headbanger Man. Well I am happy to announce that I have succesully dealt with D-Day and others who are against my quest for morals here in WWCF. WWCF is now a beacon of moralistic virtue and the saboteurs have been vanquished. There is no stopping me now.
(The fans begin cheering but not towards Seth. A masked man wearing a long trench coat starts marching through the crowd. The masked assailant jumps the rail and grabs a chair from ringside, the masked man slides into the ring. Seth hasn’t noticed the masked man yet. The masked man holds the chair above his head whacks Seth in the back of the head. Seth is knocked out.side the ring and The fans are cheering. The masked man looks around the arena before facing the camera. The masked man grabs the back of his mask an loosens it. The masked man removes the mask to reveal...
THE SAM!
The Sam grabs the microphone as a shocked Seth Drakin looks on in anger.
THE BOSS IS BACK!!!
Security runs out as The Sam slides out of the ring and running away through the crowd. The Sam celebrates his return with the fans as Seth shakes with anger.
I can't believe it!! I never thought we'd see him again!
The Sam has returned Gorilla, and his first target s Seth Drakin!
Ladies and gentlemen, I am shocked, but the show must go on. Up next is our main event, Aaron Enigma V. Square, with the winner challenging for the World Title at King of WrestleCrap.
Number One Contenders Match: Square V. Aaron Enigma
And we're back after some technical difficulties. Our next match here, King, involves the Head Detective Aaron Enigma facing off against Square for the number one contendership of the World Championship.
I have to hand it to them that they both generally deserve that title, but Square looks like the one who should win tonight.
I guess we'll see then as the match begins.
Aaron and Square lock up in the center of the ring. Square gets the upperhand with a headlock, but Aaron quickly gets out.
This should hopefully be a good clean match tonight.
Aaron quickly grabs Square's arm and wrenches it. Square counters by transitioning into an arm wrench on Aaron.
A little chain wrestling here...
Aaron flips through it and hits a big arm drag on Square. Square gets up and charges but Aaron hits another arm drag.
A little back and forth there...
Square gets up but Aaron nails him with a kick to the midsection.
Enigma with a sharp kick to Square's midsection - that's got to hurt!
He goes for a suplex but Square blocks and clubs Aaron in the back.
But this is mostly a clean match, TH. This is a showcase of Drakin's vision, Gorilla. This match should be plenty physical tonight.
He throws Aaron into the ropes. Aaron grabs the ropes to stop from bouncing off. Square charges at Aaron but Aaron drops to the mat pulling the ropes, and Square is sent over the top rope. He crashes on the ring floor.
Nice ropework there.
Square gets up but Aaron jumps over the top rope and flips onto Square. The crowd cheers as Aaron picks up Square and throws him back into the ring.
And nice acrobatics from Aaron Enigma.
He gets onto the side of the ring and moves to get in but Square runs and hits a dropkick to the midsection of Aaron, sending him crashing to the outside against the security wall.
Payback for earlier. Enigma's putting up a good fight tonight but Square has been wrestling with the big boys for longer and I don't see Enigma taking this one.
Square gets out of the ring and lifts up Aaron, slamming his back against the side of the ring. Aaron falls to the ground, grabbing his back in pain.
Enigma sometimes takes his time, King. He studies his opponent and keeps careful in the meantime.
Square smiles as he lifts Aaron up and throws him into the stairs. The refs count nears ten, but Square gets in the ring to stop it.
Square is on top of things tonight, TH, and that's why he is one of WWCF's finest.
He gets back out of the ring and stomps on Aaron before picking him up and throwing him into the wall again. Aaron lays nearly motionless as Square picks him up and throws him in the ring. Square gets in and goes for the pin.
1... 2... Aaron kicks out!
So you say that Aaron studies his opponent during a match, Gorilla?
Square lifts up Aaron and throws him into the corner. He charges at Aaron to try to hit him with a splash but Aaron catches him and plants him with a big STO.
And it pays off, King!
Aaron however is still suffering the previous assault and both men lay in the ring. The ref begins the count.
I say that it was luck.
1... 2...
Square studies his opponents by watching recorded matches and from the locker room. He's not lazy like Enigma.
3... 4... 5
Aaron uses the ropes and pulls himself up. He leans in the corner and Square charges again. Aaron runs out of the way and Square crashes into the turnbuckle. Aaron tries for a schoolboy pin.
1... 2... Square kicks out.
Lazy? You're going to call the man that singlehandedly took down Corporate lazy?
Square stands up and punches Aaron in the face. Aaron fires back with one of his own. The two trade blows as the crowd cheers.
I think that it's clear that although these men are quite different, that they are evenly matched.
Aaron gets the upper hand and fights against Square. However Square kicks Aaron in the stomach and drops him with a quick DDT. Both men lay in the ring and Square crawls to cover Aaron.
1... 2... Aaron gets his shoulder up!
He may have singlehandedly taken down Corporate, but he cannot seem to singlehandedly take out Square.
Square puts Aaron in an abdominal stretch, trying to make him tap out. Aaron struggles against the hold, but manages to get to his feet. Square however kicks Aaron in the back of the knee, knocking him back down as Square moves to use a neck vice.
I think that Square studied Enigma's ability to study his opponent's moves, and he doesn't seem to give a damn about it.
Aaron quickly gets up and elbows Square in the gut, before jumping and spinning, hitting an enzuiguri that knocks Square to the ground. Aaron crawls to the ropes and has to use them to stand up, however he manages to get and walks towards Square.
I'm telling you, King: Enigma's about to unleash hell on Square. He'll soon have this in the bag. He'll read Square's movements soon enough.
Like Batgirl?
Square grabs Aaron but the shirt and throws his head into the second turnbuckle though. He rolls Aaron up and puts his feet on the ropes for leverage.
...
1... 2... Aaron manages to kick out
Square is mad and argues about the count with the ref. Square eventually scoffs and moves to the other side of the ring, sizing Aaron up for the Squareplosion.
Batgirl?
Aaron stands up and turns around, and Square charges at Aaron. He lunges for the Squareplosion, but Aaron grabs him by the head and counters with a reverse STO! Aaron quickly transitions into Extreme Interrogation and locks it in tight in the middle of the ring.
Yeah, what you just described is what Batgirl does. Don't you read any comic books?
Square writhes in the pain, trying to get to the ropes.
When I was a kid, yeah. But Batgirl?
He crawls ever so slowly to the ropes. He manages to touch them with his fingers, but before he can grab them, Aaron wrenches back as hard as he can. Square suddenly loses all sense of ring presence, and is forced to tap almost immediately.
Here is your winner by submission: Aaron... Enigma!
Well either way, Enigma picked up this win with surgical precision.
After the match, Aaron climbs out of the ring as Square gets to his feet slowly, Aaron turns to Square and speaks.
I told you Square, I told you I would beat you. But, I will admit you gave me a hell of a time, what with the slamming me into objects and illegal pin attempts. However, it is Christmas, and just to show you there are no hard feelings, I got you a present. Bring it out please!
Well, how nice of him.
Two backstage personnel wheel out a giant square red box with a big ribbon on it.
What's in there?
This is for you Square, it's something I got you, just to show you that even after all you did to me, I can take the high road.
Square tentatively approaches the box, before untying the ribbon and ripping the paper off. He opens the box to see packing peanuts. He scours through the peanuts to find a small slip of paper. He looks at the paper increduously. It is a check from Aaron to Seth Drakin in the amount of $50,000.
What? He makes that kind of money?
Square is confused and turns around. Aaron picks up a steel chair and whacks Square over the head with it, knocking him out instantly in the ring floor.
Yeah, real classy! I should have known that he couldn't stay away from his hardcore style for long!
Enigma lifts up the downed Square and places the chair on the ground. He lifts Square over his head and drops him with the Brilliant Deduction onto the chair, but Aaron isn't done yet.
And I was acknowledging Enigma's style this whole time, expecting a clinic tonight...
Enigma goes under the ring and grabs a table, which he sets up outside the ring angled towards a corner turnbuckle.
And I learned that you read Batgirl, King.
Enigma lifts up the motionless Square and puts him on the table.
Well, read, before everything went to crap.
He gets in the ring and climbs to the top rope. The crowd is going nuts for Aaron.
Why are they cheering for him?
He looks a Square and says "Merry Christmas you filthy animal!" before jumping and hitting his moonsault senton on Square, sending him through the table.
He's giving the fans what they want, King. It's what Christmas and what WWCF is all about; a marriage made in heaven.
Aaron manages to get to his feet slowly after. He starts limping up the ramp as the crowd is going nuts. He turns back to Square, gets the mic and says "and a Happy New Year!".
Where have I heard that one before?
He walks up the ramp as EMTs run down to check on Square, the crowd loving every moment of it.
I don't know King but Enigma has earned that title shot for next year and I hope that he finally gets the belt after all that he has done this year.
As Aaron soaks in the crowd's adulation...
Aaron, look out!
Amigo ambushes Aaron with a steel chair!
What is he doing?!
Amigo hammers Aaron a few more times with the chair, then sits Aaron up and hits...
THE BOM-BA YE!!!
The crowd boos as Aaron is busted open. Amigo holds up the blood stained chair proudly, a sick smile on his face, as we fade out.
Credits: Starshine, BRB, Viva Los Bio Dome, YellowJacket, “Damn Right” Jackson, Evil M, The Sam(WELCOME BACK!!!), and Aaron Enigma.
Credit for the finish to the World Title match and the post match of the main event goes to Amigo.
And a huge thanks to BRB for adding the commentary to the Triple Threat and the Main Event.
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