Monday Niteraw - November 16, 2009
11/20/09
Monday NiteRaw November 16th, 2009
The night opens with a huge pyro. At the ending of the pyro, Make a Move starts playing. Aaron Enigma walks down to the ring with the crowd cheering.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome one of the challengers for the WWCF World Championship at In Your Apartment, Aaron Enigma!
Aaron grabs a mic, waves to the crowd and begins to speak.
Earlier in the week, I said that tonight, I would explain some of my actions in the past few weeks. Let me start by saying that as an Equalizer, I feel that everyone deserves a chance in this company. I also feel that people that try to unbalance this should be punished. Now, the past few weeks, you may have noticed a few things during a couple of my matches. For example, when I lost to TTS due to his cheating tactics, I got him back with a little dirty tactics of my own. Square tried to cheat last Sunday and I got him back with a little cheating of my own.
Now, people claim this makes me a hypocrite. To an extent, these people are right. I mean, I AM cheating, I AM fighting dirty. However, I also AM an equalizer, and I treat my opponents with the same respect they give me. An equal amount you might say. So here's how this works. If you treat me with respect, like Viva and Jazzman have the last few weeks, I treat you with respect. However, if you treat me like TTS and Square, I'm gonna treat you the same way. So in essence here is the deal. If you cheat, I cheat. It's as simple as that. I don't care what you say about it, I don't care who thinks it's wrong, I'm simply showing my opponent the same respect they show me, whether it is good or bad.
Now, onto In Your Apartment, where I will be competing in a Fatal 4-Way match for the Heavyweight Title vs. Jazzman, Motor-Colt and Square. This is without a doubt the biggest match of my career. I finally got myself a shot at the Heavyweight title. Being the champion is every wrestler's dream. If it isn't, you're in the wrong business. To hold that title is to be at the top of the mountain, watching as others struggle to climb to the top to push you off. It just so happens this time, that the champion has three possible opponents instead of one.
First, we have Square. Square, well he's pretty much a jackass. However, just because I don't respect him and he doesn't respect me, doesn't mean he can't fight. I mean, he did win a battle royal to qualify for this. He's been telling me I don't deserve the title and that he is better than me. I guess at IYA, we'll find out if he is right or not. I think he will end up disappointed though.
Next we have King Motor-Colt, my former mentor and stablemate. He's definitely got what it takes to be the champion because he's been at the top before. He's had an immense number of high-profile fights and he's been near the top for almost his entire career here.
Lastly, Jazzman is the champion. He is the best of the best right now. He's at the top, and the three of us are climbing to take that position away from him. Not much to say about him, I just fought him and I barely won that fight last week. He's tough, he doesn't go down easy and he is explosive in this ring. I have a lot of respect for him, but when that bell rings in a couple weeks we'll be enemies.
Aaron pauses to speak and looks to the crowd. He points to the crowd.
In two weeks, you the fans will be subject to one of the greatest matches in the history of WWCF. The four men in this match, we're all good at what we do. Hell, you can even say we are great at it. Now, I'm not going to brag about how I'm going to walk out being the champion, because honestly I don't know. I'm confident, but I'm not going to make outrageous claims like that. This is a fatal 4-way match. I don't even have to be involved in the pinfall to lose the title.
I will however explain why I want to win this title so much. First off, of course it is my dream to be the champion. However, I feel like me winning the title will awaken something in this company. I'm going to be honest with you all, I feel like some people, myself included, have been kind of held down in this company. I mean, I came into this company, was stuck on the sidelines or in random matches that just didn't cut it for me. So I did something about it. I fought my way into the wargames match, then I started a feud with our now CEO for his championship of honor, which went nowhere unfortunately. Then I feuded with my now friend M.O.P. and got taken out for a month. I came back, and discovered a Corporate traitor, got Sam fired and forced Dave to give up his power. I don't know about you, but that seems like a lot to me.
I'm fighting to become champion, with the hopes that people will follow on the heels of my victory. I tried to do the same thing with the Heatz title. I wanted to spark the competition between the newer members and restore honor to the Heatz title. M.O.P. is doing a fine job as Inter-Forum champion. The tag champs are two people I would love to destroy but I just don't feel the tag division is where I belong right now. So I only had one option left. The Heavyweight title.
So I say to you now. All of you watching in the audience, everyone tuning in on the TV, the WWCF fan universe. Win or lose, The Era of the Enigma is coming soon and when it does, the attitude of WWCF will never be the same...AGAIN!
Aaron drops the mic and walks out of the ring, slapping hands with the fans and eventually makes his way up the ramp.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday NiteRaw! I’m Gorilla Tim Hoss, sitting ringside with my partner Jesse King!
Gorilla, what a show we‘ve got!
Fans, tonight we have Damn Right Jackson taking on Little Naitch, TTS is a non-title match against Yellow Jacket, a match to determine the contenders to the World Tag Team Championship, a huge 8-man tag team contest, and a big main event, as Square battles King Motor-Colt!
”Damn Right“ Jackson V. Little Naitch
The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
(New Blackjacks Theme)
Introducing first, from Las Vegas, weighing in at 235 pounds...LITTLE NAITCH!
(Bring Tha Noise)
And his opponent, from West Philly, weighing in at 296 pounds, he is the #1 contender to the Inter-Forum Title..."DAMN RIGHT" JACKSON!
- Both men lock up in the centre of the ring. Jackson forces Naitch into the corner and tries to deliver a right hand, but Naitch ducks out of the way and hits a chop to the chest. This sequence repeats itself, as the crowd "Woo!" along to an even harder reverse knife-edge. Jackson whips Naitch off the ropes but misses with a couple of clotheslines, before Naitch slides under the legs if his opponent, and then hits a chopblock, sending Jackson to his knees. He delivers a running dropkick to the face of Jackson and goes for the pin.
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- Jackson powers out, and shakes his head. Naitch runs at him again, but is met with a huge boot to the head. Jackson delivers a few solid rights, and then applies an arm wrench into a big lariat. Jackson goes for his first cover of the match.
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- Naitch kicks out. Jackson bodyslams him to the canvas, but misses with an elbow. He tries another one, but again Naitch manages to roll out of the way. Naitch takes over on the legs of his bigger opponent, and delivers a few stomps to the knee joint. Naitch places the leg over the bottom rope and drops himself onto it a couple of times, before applying a leg lace. Naitch sinches it in, but after a while Jackson escapes the hold, still favouring his leg. He knocks down Naitch with a swift punch, but then Naitch has the werewithal to deliver a low dropkick to the leg of Jackson, sending him down again.
- Naitch grabs the leg and calls for the figure-4, but Jackson reacts by scrambling himself to the outside of the ring. Jackson is still feeling the effects of Naitch working on his leg, however Naitch atypically tries a pescado on Jackson from the ring, but he is caught. Jackson rams him back first into the ringpost, and then hits a sidewalk slam into a backbreaker on the floor. Jackson rolls Naitch back into the ring and makes the cover.
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- Naitch gets his foot on the rope! Jackson picks him up and plants him with a delayed vertical suplex. He makes another cover.
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- Again Naitch kicks out. Jackson nails him with a few punches. He picks Naitch up for a powerbomb, but Naitch counters by raking the eyes of Jackson. Naitch then manages to take down Jackson with a belly to back suplex. He hits a knee drop, and then goes to the top rope, as the fans cheer in expectation. Naitch goes for an elbow off the top, but Jackson avoids the contact. He makes the cover on a prone Naitch.
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- Another kick out! Jackson pounds the mat in anger. He picks up Naitch and applies an abdominal stretch, clubbing Naitch every now and then while he has it locked in. Naitch eventually manages to break free with a sharp elbow to the head of Jackson. Naitch hits a few forearms, which send Jackson into the corner. Naitch hits a few shoulders to the gut, and then hits a huge superplex! Naitch crawls over and makes the cover.
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- Jackson escapes! When both men get to their feet, Jackson misses with a boot attempt, and Naitch takes over with a few vicious chops to the chest. Jackson reverses an Irish whip, but ducks too early, and receives a kneelift from Naitch, which sends him to the mat!
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- Not yet! Naitch grabs the legs of Jackson again, but his opponent manages to kick him away. Jackson gingerly gets to his feet, and as Naitch charges at him, Jackson grabs him and hits a sudden sidewalk slam! Jackson then nails a huge spear on Naitch just as he gets up.
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- Naitch still isn't put away! Jackson picks him up for a gorilla press, but again Naitch goes to the eyes as a way to counter. Naitch with a sunset flip.
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- Jackson escapes again. Naitch then goes for a small package!
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- 2.8! Naitch looks around, wondering what he has to do to keep Jackson's shoulders to the canvas for the 3. Naitch hits an atomic drop, and then delivers a double axehandle from the second turnbuckle. However, Jackson is still on his feet but staggering. Naitch goes for a crossbody block, but Jackson catches him, and hits a tree slam! Jackson then applies the Anxiety Adjustment torture rack for a few seconds, before turning it into the High Attitude!
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Here is your winner...."DAMN RIGHT" JACKSON!
You’ve gotta consider that a bit of a shocker, eh Jess?
Whataya mean a shocker?! “Damn Right” Jackson is the number one contender the Inter-Forum Championship!
Indeed he is, but you have to give props to Little Naitch. He’s a former World Champion for a reason.
Up next, we have another installment of the Boiler Room!
The Boiler Room
Welcome to another edition of Monday Night's favorite talk show, The Boiler Room with me, BRB!
Tonight we have someone who is fed up.
Someone who has something to say!
Who is that man?
Why none other than Viva Los Bio-Dome!
[Viva's Music Plays]
So Viva, what's your problem with Strykerdarksilence, and what is the current status on The Resistance?
The truth is, BRB, that Stryker is arrogant as hell. He thinks he can come out every night, perform poorly, and then fall back on what he's done in the past to keep me motivated. That ended at Night of the Wrestling Zombies. I have consistantly stood behind him and he's consistantly fallen short on his end of the bargain. I put my ass on the line, I do whatever it takes to win.
Stryker is too concerned with his legacy, and honestly just thinks he's doing me a favor tagging with me. I'm the star in this company, I'm the star in this tag team. If he's not the has been he's led me and everyone else to believe he is, he can prove it by helping me earn those belts. If he fails to do so, because lets face it, I'll be bringing it from my end, then it's just proof that he's not fit to be a leader, let alone my tag team partner.
I've bought in to his agenda, I've played the sidekick, and I want to hit pay dirt. He needs to step up and prove to me that I'm not wasting my time carrying him.
You've developed what some would call a bad attitude as of late, so what gives?
Man, it all comes down to this: When I look in the mirror, I see a f***ing superstar. The biggest star this company has ever seen, by a long shot. I'm ready to take the responsibility given to a mega star of my stature. I've spent too much time dwelling on the fact that I have 'potential'. f*** potential, I don't need that s***. I'm beyond potential now. My youtube has over ten million hits, man. Those are people who want to see me win, so it's high time I stop letting people take starring roles from me. I'm the man who's going to take this company to the next level.
I've got to be honest with you Viva.
I just see you talking the talk right now.
You just seem a little riled up that you and Stryker just cannot cut it against the WWCF Tag Team Champions.
What are you going to do to prove your superstardom?
Well, I've given this a lot of thought. It's high time I change some things about myself. I've decided to debut my brand new look and theme song right here on the Boiler Room!
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I've been hiding under this skin of what I thought people wanted me to be, Boiler. I have for a long damn time, and I'm done. I'm too damn amazing NOT to do whatever the hell it is I want to do. I'm the biggest star in this company, and it's time to start reflecting on that. Therefore, from this moment on, I'll be known as "Hollywood" Viva Los Bio Dome
Wow, Viva, now you're speaking my language!
What do you have to say about the guys backstage and what they think of this?
Frankly, I don't really give a s*** what they think, but you do make a fine point. I'm issuing an open challenge to the back. I'd prefer it be a new kid on the block. I don't stand to gain anything by beating a midcard scrub. I'd love to hold down one of the new kids though. Just think of how incredible it would be if they beat me? They'd be made in the shade in this company. I have more credibility than the WWCF World Champion in my pinky at this point in my career. A win over me would MAKE somebody. That's why I'd love to tease one of these assholes with the opportunity to beat a superstar, next Sunday night on Heatz!!1
Hollywood Viva Los Bio Dome leaves as his music continues.
Well you heard it right here from The Boiler Room ladies and gentlemen!
And who else but me, BRB, to deliver this exclusive interview?
Peace I'm outta here!
Yellow Jacket V. TTS
The following contest is set for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit!
*God’s Gonna Cut You Down*
Introducing first, he is the WWCF Heatz!!1 Champion, TTS!
At the bottom of the ramp, TTS performs his traditional prematch chicken sacrifice.
On a side note folks, the WWCF does not in anyway support the sacrificing of chickens as part of prematch voodoo rituals. We love animals as much as the next person and would never encourage them being harmed for the sake of entertainment.
Good job Gorilla.
That should keep PETA off our backs for now.
*Going Down in Flames*
And his opponent, he is the self proclaimed best pure wrestler in the WWCF, this is Yellow Jacket!
YJ enters to a chorus of boos. At the bottom of the ramp, he sees the blood from the chicken. He looks down in disgust and demands that someone clean it up immediately. He enters the ring and get’s up in TTS’s face. They shove each other, then YJ hauls back and slap’s the Heatz!!1 Champion. TTS retaliates with a flurry of punches and we are underway.
YJ blocks one of TTS’s punches and responds with a snap suplex. TTS is back up and runs into an arm drag, followed by an attempt at an armbar, which he blocks. YJ pulls out and charges, only to be back body dropped to the mat! TTS steps towards him, but he rolls to the outside. YJ points to his head, yelling that he outsmarted TTS, but when he turns back to the ring, TTS dives over the top rope and onto Yellow Jacket! The Heatz!!1 Champion stands up and looks to the crowd for approval, receiving a nice pop for the move. He picks up Yellow Jacket and rolls him back in the ring. Cover.
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Kickout.
TTS pulls YJ off the mat and whips him into the corner. He charges and nails Jacket with all his body weight, then belly to belly suplexes him. Cover.
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Kickout.
YJ rolls to his stomach and starts crawling towards the ropes, but TTS grabs him, pulls him back to the middle of the ring and applies a Boston crab. Yellow Jacket desperately tries to crawl back to the ropes, but TTS keeps the hold cinched in. YJ looks like he’s about to tap when…
*BlackHole Sun*
At the sound of Ganzo Bomb’s music, TTS breaks the hold and looks towards the ramp, but nobody comes out. The music stops, as TTS looks on, fuming. He turns back towards his opponent, but walks right into the Sting! Cover!
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Here is your winner, Yellow Jacket!
Yellow Jacket celebrates…
The lights go out, as the CrapTron flickers on.
The lights come back on as Yellow Jacket stands in the ring, looking nervous.
Gorilla, what do these messages mean?
I have no idea Jess, but it can’t be anything good.
Well, at least Yellow Jacket got the win.
Indeed he did. Can he do the same at In Your Apartment against Jonathan Michaels? We’ll find out in two weeks time.
The Deadly and The Sinful V. D-Day Dave and “Hollywood“ Viva Los Bio Dome
*Born to Be Wild*
At 6'1" and 235 pounds, out of Kansas City, being accompanied to the ring by his teammate The Headbanger Man,
D-Dayyyyyy Dave!
Well, this should be an interesting one Jess.
*Hate Everyone*
At 5'11" and 195 pounds, fighting out of Hayward, Calfornia, being accompanied to the ring by his teammate Stryker...
"Hollywood" Viva Looooooos Bio Dome!
*Viva Los Bio Dome stands at the top of the ramp while two men roll a red carpet down the ramp. Photographers begin snapping his picture incessantly, while he covers his face and walks to the ring.*
Indeed it will, Gorilla. Two rivals forced to partner up, but only one can get the title shot!
And their opponents, Koda and Legion, The Deadly and The Sinful.
It should be interesting to see how Viva's new attitude and persona will play into this match.
Before the bell rings, Stryker and Headbanger Man engage in a confrontation outside. Before it results to blows, the Referee demands that they both leave ringside.
The ref rings the bell as they comply. Viva and Dave argue for who will sit out, and finally Viva reluctantly takes his place behind the ropes.
Koda locks up with Dave. Dave breaks the hold, and Koda slaps him in the face. Dave retaliates with a stiff right. Koda returns fire. They trade punches until finally, Dave has had enough and he hits him with a clothesline. As Koda begins standing up, Dave drop kicks him in the knee. Dave hits him with an elbow drop. Dave picks him up, and hits him with an uppercut before whipping him into the corner. Dave begins laying into Koda in the corner. Koda drowsily walks into a belly-to-belly suplex.
Dave goes for the pin.
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Legion breaks up the count. Dave yells at Legion, and turns his focus back on to Koda. It's too late as Koda kicks him in the stomach and nails him with a DDT. He picks Dave up and backs him into his own corner, and Viva tags himself in. Koda continues beating on Dave until the ref tears him off and points at Viva.
Viva instantly jumps up and hits Koda with a standing hurricanrana into a thesz press. As Viva is raining down punches, Dave steps in and slaps him. Viva turns and gives Dave the evil eye but is met with a right hand from Koda. Koda runs and tags in his teammate, Legion.
Legion begins stomping Viva violently. He picks up Viva, bounces off the ropes and tries for a big boot. Viva ducks, and as Legion returns, nails him with a clothesline. He picks Legion up and slings him in to the corner, and instantly nails him with a flying knee. Legion drowsily walks out of the corner and right into The Purple Sticky punch. Viva goes for the pin...
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D-Day Dave pulls Viva off and nails him with a right hand.
And now we see what I was talking about before. Only one man can win the title shot for his team, so partner or not, is each man for himself.
Dave turns to Legion and hits him with the Dead End. He goes for the pin...
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Koda breaks up the count. He simultaneously walked in to The Purple Sticky punch and rolls to the outside from the impact. Dave tries for another pin...
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Viva rips him off of Legion. Dave begins arguing with Viva. Viva argues back.
This is a boiling pot that looks ready to explode at any minute here!
Legion is trying to get up but they both stomp him down and continue arguing. Viva nails him with a kick to the stomach, and subsequently hits The Bio-Dome!
Viva just layed out his own partner!
As Legion gets up, Viva again hits him with The Purple Sticky Punch. He covers Legion...
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]Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and now #1 contender for the Tag Team Titles, Viva Los Bio Dome!
Stryker runs out and celebrates with Viva Los Bio Dome.
The Headbanger Man soon follows with a steel chair. Viva and Stryker slide out of the ring and run up the ramp, Stryker pumping his fist, and Viva blowing kisses at The Heavy Metal Express.
Well, The Resistance will get another shot at the WWCF Tag Team Titles at In Your Apartment, thanks to Viva’s win.
You may not like the way it happened Gorilla, but it was smart. Viva knew if Dave got the pin, he and Stryker would be left out in the cold. He did what he had to do.
Indeed he did, but as you alluded to, I don’t like it one bit!
*"Lilac Lane" comes over the loud speaker as a haggard and sickly looking Jazzman comes out to the ring in street clothes and grabs the mic.*
Well, I guess I should start by telling you folks why I look the way I do. Let's face it, after that Chamber of Horrors I became a changed man. I've grown weaker and more vulnerable than I've ever been in this company. This is the bottoming out point.
Let me go ahead and keep it real for a minute. As many of you know I had to leave my home due to family infighting and the incoming hurricane disaster known as Katrina barreling toward New Orleans. After I moved to the northeast I met with doctors and psychiatrists on a weekly basis. They were trying to figure out why a man with such a vibrant personality only a few moths prior had recessed into an role as an introvert.
They gave me a diagnosis of Dysthymia, a low grade depression brought on by a number of factors. They looked for me to find a outlet where I could truly be happy and I picked pro wrestling, which is why I'm out here tonight. You see, as a musician I was and still am an entertainer, and right now I want to be that man again through wrestling and right now I am, as your WWCF champion.
But, then something in me changed, from all corners came a challenger, everyone trying to take away something that mattered to me. For me, I was a 19 year-old kid right back in New Orleans again. I exhibited selfishness in that tag match, and didn't really bring my "A Game" against Aaron.
So, now I look forward to In Your Apartment, a fatal 4-way match as I tangle with Motor-Colt, Aaron Enigma, and Square for my title. You gentlemen are trying to take this belt from me, and I can't let that happen. I'm looking over my shoulder at every opportunity, I'm sleeping with one eye open. This is my title, this is what makes me whole. I am not scared of any of you, I'm scared of what I'll become without this belt.
I expect to be in a good state of mind at In Your Apartment, but you gentlemen should prepare for anything. No one in this company truly understands what I'm totally capable of yet, and it looks like you guys will be the first examples. Sorry, but that's just the way it is.
Lilac Lane plays as Jazzman exit’s the ring.
And the Champion telling his challengers exactly how things will be at In Your Apartment. I love it!
And up next is something everyone will love, a huge 8-man tag team match! Let’s go to the ring!
Jonathan Michaels, Aaron Enigma, M.O.P. and The General of the Monkey Army V. Tyfo, The Boiler Room Brawler and Two Guys Who Seriously Rock
New Blackjacks Theme hits the speakers as Corporate comes out together, shoulder to shoulder.
Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 995lbs, Corporate!
Each member of Corporate enters the ring and climbs to the second rope, gesturing to the crowd, only getting a pop from the smarks.
“King Kong 2004 Theme” hits the speakers.
The General of the Monkey Army comes out with Tinkers sitting on his shoulders.
And the challengers…
Entering the arena, hailing from Lansing, MI, weighing in at 225lbs, The General of the Monkey Army!
He is met with a confusedly lukewarm reaction, but he continues down to the ring.
As the announcer says this, The General puts down Tinkers and enters the ring from the steps.
The arena then goes black as the sound of Basil Rathbone hits the speakers and smoke starts to fill the arena.
“Elementary my dear Watson…”
“Make A Move” by Incubus hits the speakers.
Now entering the ring, weighing in at 256lbs and hailing from Chicago, IL… The Head Detective… Aaron… Enigma!
The crowd pops for Enigma as he heads for the ring
The arena continues to fill with smoke as “Original Prankster” by The Offspring hits the speakers.
And now entering the ring, hailing from your WWCF Hardcore Champion, Jonathan… Michaels!
Michaels walks to the ring to healthy cheers, even high fiving a few of the fans on his way to the ring.
He slides under the ropes in wait for the next entrant.
“Days of the Phoenix” by AFI hits the speakers.
And finally, hailing from Bergen County, NJ, weighing in at 232lbs, your WWCF Inter-Forum Champion, M.O.P.!
M.O.P. is met with a large pop as he points straight at his Inter-Forum championship belt and then to himself.
He then walks to the ring and slides under the ropes for the match to start.
Corporate plays a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors as Jonathan Michaels takes the lead for the other side.
Boiler Room Brawler wins with a play of paper, to which he turns around to face Jonathan Michaels, sadistically smiling at him.
“Spud” Verne Johnson calls the bell for the match to begin.
BRB and Michaels touch hands and then circle each other, locking up in mere seconds.
Michaels locks in a side headlock, but BRB grabs him from behind, lifting him up for an atomic drop, but Michaels manages to flip back behind BRB and shoves him towards the ropes.
BRB catches his footing and turns around as Michaels delivers a slick standing drop kick straight to BRB’s face and chest, knocking him back to the ropes, but BRB is back up soon enough.
Michaels lunges forward, not giving BRB a second to start, and begins to lay in punches to him, backing him up to a neutral corner.
Michaels takes BRB by the arm and goes for the Irish whip, but BRB reverses and Irish Whips Michaels to the opposite corner.
BRB runs for Michaels, jumping up for a body slam, but Michaels narrowly slips out of the way, making BRB hit his head on the ring post, knocking him down at last.
Jonathan Michaels wastes no time and locks in an arm bar.
“Spud” Verne Johnson asks BRB if he submits, but BRB refuses as he maneuvers himself around the ring, slowly dragging himself to the ropes.
Michaels tightens his grip, but BRB reaches the ropes and “Spud” Verne Johnson tells Michaels to release the hold, which he does.
Michaels returns to his feet as BRB gets back up with his arm twisted up.
Michaels looks to his teammates and tags in The General of the Monkey Army.
The General of The Monkey Army climbs the top rope in the corner, poised to attack, but BRB backs up.
The General gives a salute, and dives from the top rope all of the way across the ring, head butting BRB right in the noggin, knocking him to the corner.
The General clutches his head as the crowd pops.
BRB slumps into the corner as Starshine grabs his hand and tags himself in.
Starshine leaps over the top rope, then jumps up onto the second rope and elbow drops The General from the rebound.
Starshine rolls over to The General to lock him into a headlock, giving him noogies straight to where he head butt BRB.
“Spud” Verne Johnson drops down to ask The General if he submits, and The General is at war with himself to tap out.
As Starshine tightens his hold and noogies down harder, Tinkers moves The General’s feet onto the rope and drops down under the ring.
The General passes out from the pain, but “Spud” Verne Johnson notices that his feet are on the ropes and tells Starshine to release The General, which he does.
Starshine returns to his feet, but The General drops out of his possum play and drop toe holds Starshine to the mat and kicks himself back up.
The General backs away from Corporate’s corner and drops down for another head butt, this time to Starshine’s back.
Starshine rolls out of the ring, clutching at his back from the sting.
The General pursues Starshine with a suicide dive through the ropes that sends Starshine to the guardrail to the back yet again.
The General has also hurt his head as Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson begins the count.
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The General and Starshine both begin to stir.
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They both begin returning to their feet. The General seems dizzy while Starshine’s back seems to ache.
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Each man hobbles back to the apron.
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Both men are back in the ring.
The General begins to crawl for his teammates, but Starshine is back on his feet as he grabs him by the legs and drags him away.
Starshine picks up The General and presses his thumb straight into his eye, pushing him back to Corporate’s corner.
Starshine’s Corporate partners all grab onto The General and help Starshine to hoist him up to the top of the turnbuckle.
Starshine climbs up to The General, locks his arms around him, and delivers a devastating superplex that sends The General halfway across the ring.
Starshine goes for the pin and Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson goes for the count.
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Tinkers suddenly pulls on Starshine’s leg, moving him off of The General.
Starshine gets up to complain to “Spud” about the presence of Tinkers.
BRB drops down to the floor to get his pipe wrench and smash Tinkers, but it’s nowhere to be found.
The General tags in Aaron Enigma and the crowd builds up.
Aaron Enigma tells The General to get Tinkers and keep her out of the match.
Starshine runs up to Enigma for a kick which Enigma moves to block, but Starshine has tricked him as he circumvents Enigma and slaps on a chinlock, bringing Enigma to the ground.
Enigma crawls his way to the ropes, met with resistance every step of the way by Starshine, but he reaches the ropes and Starshine releases the hold at “Spud’s” command.
Enigma then kicks Starshine right in the balls from his position at the ropes, making Starshine collapse from the pain.
“Spud” issues a warning to Aaron Enigma and Enigma accepts it.
Aaron turns Starshine over, jumps up, and drops his knee straight into Starshine’s back, making him reel from the pain.
Starshine motions himself to the ropes, climbs them, dragging his body along, and then drops down in a sitting position as Aaron walks up to him when suddenly he thrusts his fist straight into Enigma’s balls himself.
Aaron collapses from the pain and both men lie on the mat.
Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson decides to count for the two men to return to their feet.
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Suddenly, Tinkers is behind Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson and she swings BRB’s pipe wrench upwards into his balls, knocking him over.
BRB crosses the ropes in anger as Tinkers runs to The General and hands him the pipe wrench.
The General crosses the ropes and takes a swing at BRB, narrowly missing by a hair as BRB slightly backs up.
BRB runs and shoulders blocks The General to the ground.
He bends over and grabs his pipe wrench and takes a swing at Tinkers, missing her narrowly as she slides under the ropes.
Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson notices BRB with the pipe wrench and calls the bell.
“Make A Move” by Incubus hits the speakers as Michaels and M.O.P. enter the ring to address BRB as well as The General of the Monkey Army.
Here are your winners by a disqualification: Jonathan Michaels, M.O.P., Aaron Enigma, and The General of the Monkey Army.
M.O.P. tells BRB to back off and that the Equalizers will deal with The General over these shenanigans.
BRB is soon joined by Cthulhu and Tyfo, and the two sides glare at each other as the camera goes to a commercial break.
*At WWCF Offices, we see Jessica exiting Seth's office and sees Viva sitting in a nearby chair at a waiting room.*
Seth will see you shortly, Viva.
I'd prefer it if you called me "Hollywood" Viva, sugar thighs.
Sugar thighs? You can do better than that.
Jessica, I'll see Viva now.
It's about time you got around to seeing me, Seth.
Viva, I will be doing the talking here, at least for right now. In a few of your past promos you have openly cut me down, while calling for a mutiny against me and my company. I cannot and will not have that. If you're going the tow the line between order and chaos, I will have to come down on you.
Woah, calm down Seth. I'm over that now. You're the only person that can help me. Look at me, Seth. I know you look at this incredible physique, this gorgeous face, and you see exactly what I see. The future of this company. I've got superstar written all over me, and it's high time you take advantage of that.
Uh... Yes. Yes it is time I take advantage of that. What do you have in mind, Hollywood?
Well, first thing is first. I'm the first ever Heatz!!1 champion. A championship belt that is supposed to propel you into other title scenes once you've lost it, and yet, I've never had a shot at any other singles title. I'm pretty sure I deserve a shot at the Inter-Forum. You can make me earn the shot, but really that's a waste of time. No one is beating me unless I let them. I mean, for god sakes, Seth, look at me!
Viva, you may not have had a chance at a singles title, but you're very much in the running for the Tag Team titles. I will take your opinion under consideration, but I make no promises.
What? What the hell? If you can't see how monster of a star I am, I'll just have to prove it to you. I'd like to compete in a match of your choosing. If I can win, you must give a chance at #1 contendership before the next PPV. I'm not making threats, but I'd suggest you give me this opportunity. Not only do I deserve it, but I will make things more difficult if you choose not to.
You still seem to think you hold some power. You do not. Realistically, though, you do have a point. You have not gotten the opportunity, and while I won't say you deserve it, you are as deserving as anyone else. That is all the time I have for you today, Viva. Keep up the... good work?
Sir, yes sir.
*Seth walks "Hollywood" Viva walks out of his office. Viva stops, and looks over at Jessica.*
Catch ya later, gorgeous.
Bye, Hollywood.
*As Viva exits, Jessica giggles until Seth gives her a dirty look. She then instantly stops and returns to her work.*
Well, that was certainly interesting, wasn’t it Gorilla?
Indeed it was. And our main event looks to be equally interesting. Last time these two were in the ring one on one, the King was successful. Will tonight be a repeat, or will Square step up and send a message to one of his fellow challengers at In Your Apartment? We’ll find out… NEXT!!!
Square V. King Motor-Colt
*I Don't Care*
Coming in at 6'3" and 210 pounds, out of Preston, England... Co-number One contender for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship...
Square!
*Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em*
Coming in at 5'11", 247 pounds, out of Adelaide, Australia... Co-number One contender for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship...
King Motor-Colt!
Both men enter the ring, and the ref rings the bell. They both lock up. Motor-Colt instantly locks Square into an armbar. Square reverses it. Colt punches Square in the gut and hits a snap suplex.
Colt picks Square up and whips him into the corner. Colt hits him with a running boot to the chest. Colt stomps Square out and raises a fist to the crowd. *Crowd pops.*
Square uses the ropes to get up and ducks a clothesline. Square begins throwing hooks at Colt. He hits 5 in succession before whipping Colt off the ropes and hitting him with a thunderous Lariat. Square mocks Colt by lifting his arm above his head and smiling. *Crowd boos*
Square turns his attention right back to Colt, picking him up and hitting him with a stalling vertical suplex. He picks colt up and whips him outside.
The ref begins his count.
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Colt begins showing signs of life.
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Colt gets up and Square hits him with a baseball slide.
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Square rolls to the outside.
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Square grabs Colt.
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Square throws Colt back in the ring and rolls back inside of the ring just before the ref counts to 10.
Square turns to Colt and walks right into a small package.
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Square kicks out, gets up, and stomps the hell out of Colt. Square spits on Colt while he's on the ground recovering. *Crowd boos.*
Square picks Colt up, sets him up for a DDT. Colt reverses and hits him with a Jaw Breaker. Colt dashes for the ropes and nails Square with a Million Dollar Knee Lift. Square is half up and Colt nails him with a running neckbreaker.
Colt motions to the crowd, and hits Square with The Story on Page One. He covers square.
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Your winner, King Motor-Colt!
Square gets up to his feet with a scowl on his face. Motor-Colt motions to shake Squares hand, a sign of respect as the match was very close. Square takes Colts hand, and they both lift their arms up to motion mutual respect.
Square nails Colt with a clothesline. He picks Colt up and nails him with a L7. He picks Colt up again and hits him with the Squaresplosion. He drops down to the floor and starts yelling in Colts face.
Square gets up and begins stomping Colt angrily.
*Make a Move*
Aaron Enigma dashes to the ring and spears Square. Aaron begins stomping Square. Aaron checks on Colt and helps him up. Colt runs over to Square and begins stomping him. Aaron joins him.
*Lilac Lane*
Jazzman sprints to the ring with a steel chair, clearing both Aaron and Colt to the outside. He helps Square up.
The program closes with Aaron and Colt backpedaling up the ramp, and Square and Jazzman in the ring. No one is taking an eye off of anyone. Colt and Aaron stare at each other and then back at the ring. Square and Jazzman do the same as Niteraw goes off the air.
Credits: Aaron Enigma, Headbanger Man, Boiler Room Brawler, Viva Los Bio Dome, Evil M, Jazzman and Seth Drakin. .
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The night opens with a huge pyro. At the ending of the pyro, Make a Move starts playing. Aaron Enigma walks down to the ring with the crowd cheering.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome one of the challengers for the WWCF World Championship at In Your Apartment, Aaron Enigma!
Aaron grabs a mic, waves to the crowd and begins to speak.
Earlier in the week, I said that tonight, I would explain some of my actions in the past few weeks. Let me start by saying that as an Equalizer, I feel that everyone deserves a chance in this company. I also feel that people that try to unbalance this should be punished. Now, the past few weeks, you may have noticed a few things during a couple of my matches. For example, when I lost to TTS due to his cheating tactics, I got him back with a little dirty tactics of my own. Square tried to cheat last Sunday and I got him back with a little cheating of my own.
Now, people claim this makes me a hypocrite. To an extent, these people are right. I mean, I AM cheating, I AM fighting dirty. However, I also AM an equalizer, and I treat my opponents with the same respect they give me. An equal amount you might say. So here's how this works. If you treat me with respect, like Viva and Jazzman have the last few weeks, I treat you with respect. However, if you treat me like TTS and Square, I'm gonna treat you the same way. So in essence here is the deal. If you cheat, I cheat. It's as simple as that. I don't care what you say about it, I don't care who thinks it's wrong, I'm simply showing my opponent the same respect they show me, whether it is good or bad.
Now, onto In Your Apartment, where I will be competing in a Fatal 4-Way match for the Heavyweight Title vs. Jazzman, Motor-Colt and Square. This is without a doubt the biggest match of my career. I finally got myself a shot at the Heavyweight title. Being the champion is every wrestler's dream. If it isn't, you're in the wrong business. To hold that title is to be at the top of the mountain, watching as others struggle to climb to the top to push you off. It just so happens this time, that the champion has three possible opponents instead of one.
First, we have Square. Square, well he's pretty much a jackass. However, just because I don't respect him and he doesn't respect me, doesn't mean he can't fight. I mean, he did win a battle royal to qualify for this. He's been telling me I don't deserve the title and that he is better than me. I guess at IYA, we'll find out if he is right or not. I think he will end up disappointed though.
Next we have King Motor-Colt, my former mentor and stablemate. He's definitely got what it takes to be the champion because he's been at the top before. He's had an immense number of high-profile fights and he's been near the top for almost his entire career here.
Lastly, Jazzman is the champion. He is the best of the best right now. He's at the top, and the three of us are climbing to take that position away from him. Not much to say about him, I just fought him and I barely won that fight last week. He's tough, he doesn't go down easy and he is explosive in this ring. I have a lot of respect for him, but when that bell rings in a couple weeks we'll be enemies.
Aaron pauses to speak and looks to the crowd. He points to the crowd.
In two weeks, you the fans will be subject to one of the greatest matches in the history of WWCF. The four men in this match, we're all good at what we do. Hell, you can even say we are great at it. Now, I'm not going to brag about how I'm going to walk out being the champion, because honestly I don't know. I'm confident, but I'm not going to make outrageous claims like that. This is a fatal 4-way match. I don't even have to be involved in the pinfall to lose the title.
I will however explain why I want to win this title so much. First off, of course it is my dream to be the champion. However, I feel like me winning the title will awaken something in this company. I'm going to be honest with you all, I feel like some people, myself included, have been kind of held down in this company. I mean, I came into this company, was stuck on the sidelines or in random matches that just didn't cut it for me. So I did something about it. I fought my way into the wargames match, then I started a feud with our now CEO for his championship of honor, which went nowhere unfortunately. Then I feuded with my now friend M.O.P. and got taken out for a month. I came back, and discovered a Corporate traitor, got Sam fired and forced Dave to give up his power. I don't know about you, but that seems like a lot to me.
I'm fighting to become champion, with the hopes that people will follow on the heels of my victory. I tried to do the same thing with the Heatz title. I wanted to spark the competition between the newer members and restore honor to the Heatz title. M.O.P. is doing a fine job as Inter-Forum champion. The tag champs are two people I would love to destroy but I just don't feel the tag division is where I belong right now. So I only had one option left. The Heavyweight title.
So I say to you now. All of you watching in the audience, everyone tuning in on the TV, the WWCF fan universe. Win or lose, The Era of the Enigma is coming soon and when it does, the attitude of WWCF will never be the same...AGAIN!
Aaron drops the mic and walks out of the ring, slapping hands with the fans and eventually makes his way up the ramp.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday NiteRaw! I’m Gorilla Tim Hoss, sitting ringside with my partner Jesse King!
Gorilla, what a show we‘ve got!
Fans, tonight we have Damn Right Jackson taking on Little Naitch, TTS is a non-title match against Yellow Jacket, a match to determine the contenders to the World Tag Team Championship, a huge 8-man tag team contest, and a big main event, as Square battles King Motor-Colt!
”Damn Right“ Jackson V. Little Naitch
The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
(New Blackjacks Theme)
Introducing first, from Las Vegas, weighing in at 235 pounds...LITTLE NAITCH!
(Bring Tha Noise)
And his opponent, from West Philly, weighing in at 296 pounds, he is the #1 contender to the Inter-Forum Title..."DAMN RIGHT" JACKSON!
- Both men lock up in the centre of the ring. Jackson forces Naitch into the corner and tries to deliver a right hand, but Naitch ducks out of the way and hits a chop to the chest. This sequence repeats itself, as the crowd "Woo!" along to an even harder reverse knife-edge. Jackson whips Naitch off the ropes but misses with a couple of clotheslines, before Naitch slides under the legs if his opponent, and then hits a chopblock, sending Jackson to his knees. He delivers a running dropkick to the face of Jackson and goes for the pin.
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- Jackson powers out, and shakes his head. Naitch runs at him again, but is met with a huge boot to the head. Jackson delivers a few solid rights, and then applies an arm wrench into a big lariat. Jackson goes for his first cover of the match.
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- Naitch kicks out. Jackson bodyslams him to the canvas, but misses with an elbow. He tries another one, but again Naitch manages to roll out of the way. Naitch takes over on the legs of his bigger opponent, and delivers a few stomps to the knee joint. Naitch places the leg over the bottom rope and drops himself onto it a couple of times, before applying a leg lace. Naitch sinches it in, but after a while Jackson escapes the hold, still favouring his leg. He knocks down Naitch with a swift punch, but then Naitch has the werewithal to deliver a low dropkick to the leg of Jackson, sending him down again.
- Naitch grabs the leg and calls for the figure-4, but Jackson reacts by scrambling himself to the outside of the ring. Jackson is still feeling the effects of Naitch working on his leg, however Naitch atypically tries a pescado on Jackson from the ring, but he is caught. Jackson rams him back first into the ringpost, and then hits a sidewalk slam into a backbreaker on the floor. Jackson rolls Naitch back into the ring and makes the cover.
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- Naitch gets his foot on the rope! Jackson picks him up and plants him with a delayed vertical suplex. He makes another cover.
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- Again Naitch kicks out. Jackson nails him with a few punches. He picks Naitch up for a powerbomb, but Naitch counters by raking the eyes of Jackson. Naitch then manages to take down Jackson with a belly to back suplex. He hits a knee drop, and then goes to the top rope, as the fans cheer in expectation. Naitch goes for an elbow off the top, but Jackson avoids the contact. He makes the cover on a prone Naitch.
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- Another kick out! Jackson pounds the mat in anger. He picks up Naitch and applies an abdominal stretch, clubbing Naitch every now and then while he has it locked in. Naitch eventually manages to break free with a sharp elbow to the head of Jackson. Naitch hits a few forearms, which send Jackson into the corner. Naitch hits a few shoulders to the gut, and then hits a huge superplex! Naitch crawls over and makes the cover.
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- Jackson escapes! When both men get to their feet, Jackson misses with a boot attempt, and Naitch takes over with a few vicious chops to the chest. Jackson reverses an Irish whip, but ducks too early, and receives a kneelift from Naitch, which sends him to the mat!
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- Not yet! Naitch grabs the legs of Jackson again, but his opponent manages to kick him away. Jackson gingerly gets to his feet, and as Naitch charges at him, Jackson grabs him and hits a sudden sidewalk slam! Jackson then nails a huge spear on Naitch just as he gets up.
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- Naitch still isn't put away! Jackson picks him up for a gorilla press, but again Naitch goes to the eyes as a way to counter. Naitch with a sunset flip.
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- Jackson escapes again. Naitch then goes for a small package!
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- 2.8! Naitch looks around, wondering what he has to do to keep Jackson's shoulders to the canvas for the 3. Naitch hits an atomic drop, and then delivers a double axehandle from the second turnbuckle. However, Jackson is still on his feet but staggering. Naitch goes for a crossbody block, but Jackson catches him, and hits a tree slam! Jackson then applies the Anxiety Adjustment torture rack for a few seconds, before turning it into the High Attitude!
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Here is your winner...."DAMN RIGHT" JACKSON!
You’ve gotta consider that a bit of a shocker, eh Jess?
Whataya mean a shocker?! “Damn Right” Jackson is the number one contender the Inter-Forum Championship!
Indeed he is, but you have to give props to Little Naitch. He’s a former World Champion for a reason.
Up next, we have another installment of the Boiler Room!
The Boiler Room
Welcome to another edition of Monday Night's favorite talk show, The Boiler Room with me, BRB!
Tonight we have someone who is fed up.
Someone who has something to say!
Who is that man?
Why none other than Viva Los Bio-Dome!
[Viva's Music Plays]
So Viva, what's your problem with Strykerdarksilence, and what is the current status on The Resistance?
The truth is, BRB, that Stryker is arrogant as hell. He thinks he can come out every night, perform poorly, and then fall back on what he's done in the past to keep me motivated. That ended at Night of the Wrestling Zombies. I have consistantly stood behind him and he's consistantly fallen short on his end of the bargain. I put my ass on the line, I do whatever it takes to win.
Stryker is too concerned with his legacy, and honestly just thinks he's doing me a favor tagging with me. I'm the star in this company, I'm the star in this tag team. If he's not the has been he's led me and everyone else to believe he is, he can prove it by helping me earn those belts. If he fails to do so, because lets face it, I'll be bringing it from my end, then it's just proof that he's not fit to be a leader, let alone my tag team partner.
I've bought in to his agenda, I've played the sidekick, and I want to hit pay dirt. He needs to step up and prove to me that I'm not wasting my time carrying him.
You've developed what some would call a bad attitude as of late, so what gives?
Man, it all comes down to this: When I look in the mirror, I see a f***ing superstar. The biggest star this company has ever seen, by a long shot. I'm ready to take the responsibility given to a mega star of my stature. I've spent too much time dwelling on the fact that I have 'potential'. f*** potential, I don't need that s***. I'm beyond potential now. My youtube has over ten million hits, man. Those are people who want to see me win, so it's high time I stop letting people take starring roles from me. I'm the man who's going to take this company to the next level.
I've got to be honest with you Viva.
I just see you talking the talk right now.
You just seem a little riled up that you and Stryker just cannot cut it against the WWCF Tag Team Champions.
What are you going to do to prove your superstardom?
Well, I've given this a lot of thought. It's high time I change some things about myself. I've decided to debut my brand new look and theme song right here on the Boiler Room!
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Wow, Viva, now you're speaking my language!
What do you have to say about the guys backstage and what they think of this?
Frankly, I don't really give a s*** what they think, but you do make a fine point. I'm issuing an open challenge to the back. I'd prefer it be a new kid on the block. I don't stand to gain anything by beating a midcard scrub. I'd love to hold down one of the new kids though. Just think of how incredible it would be if they beat me? They'd be made in the shade in this company. I have more credibility than the WWCF World Champion in my pinky at this point in my career. A win over me would MAKE somebody. That's why I'd love to tease one of these assholes with the opportunity to beat a superstar, next Sunday night on Heatz!!1
Hollywood Viva Los Bio Dome leaves as his music continues.
Well you heard it right here from The Boiler Room ladies and gentlemen!
And who else but me, BRB, to deliver this exclusive interview?
Peace I'm outta here!
Yellow Jacket V. TTS
The following contest is set for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit!
*God’s Gonna Cut You Down*
Introducing first, he is the WWCF Heatz!!1 Champion, TTS!
At the bottom of the ramp, TTS performs his traditional prematch chicken sacrifice.
On a side note folks, the WWCF does not in anyway support the sacrificing of chickens as part of prematch voodoo rituals. We love animals as much as the next person and would never encourage them being harmed for the sake of entertainment.
Good job Gorilla.
That should keep PETA off our backs for now.
*Going Down in Flames*
And his opponent, he is the self proclaimed best pure wrestler in the WWCF, this is Yellow Jacket!
YJ enters to a chorus of boos. At the bottom of the ramp, he sees the blood from the chicken. He looks down in disgust and demands that someone clean it up immediately. He enters the ring and get’s up in TTS’s face. They shove each other, then YJ hauls back and slap’s the Heatz!!1 Champion. TTS retaliates with a flurry of punches and we are underway.
YJ blocks one of TTS’s punches and responds with a snap suplex. TTS is back up and runs into an arm drag, followed by an attempt at an armbar, which he blocks. YJ pulls out and charges, only to be back body dropped to the mat! TTS steps towards him, but he rolls to the outside. YJ points to his head, yelling that he outsmarted TTS, but when he turns back to the ring, TTS dives over the top rope and onto Yellow Jacket! The Heatz!!1 Champion stands up and looks to the crowd for approval, receiving a nice pop for the move. He picks up Yellow Jacket and rolls him back in the ring. Cover.
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Kickout.
TTS pulls YJ off the mat and whips him into the corner. He charges and nails Jacket with all his body weight, then belly to belly suplexes him. Cover.
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YJ rolls to his stomach and starts crawling towards the ropes, but TTS grabs him, pulls him back to the middle of the ring and applies a Boston crab. Yellow Jacket desperately tries to crawl back to the ropes, but TTS keeps the hold cinched in. YJ looks like he’s about to tap when…
*BlackHole Sun*
At the sound of Ganzo Bomb’s music, TTS breaks the hold and looks towards the ramp, but nobody comes out. The music stops, as TTS looks on, fuming. He turns back towards his opponent, but walks right into the Sting! Cover!
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Here is your winner, Yellow Jacket!
Yellow Jacket celebrates…
The lights go out, as the CrapTron flickers on.
2 weeks
Back in Black
SLEEP WELL DEAD MAN
NIGHT OF THE WRESTLING ZOMBIES
Back in Black
SLEEP WELL DEAD MAN
NIGHT OF THE WRESTLING ZOMBIES
The lights come back on as Yellow Jacket stands in the ring, looking nervous.
Gorilla, what do these messages mean?
I have no idea Jess, but it can’t be anything good.
Well, at least Yellow Jacket got the win.
Indeed he did. Can he do the same at In Your Apartment against Jonathan Michaels? We’ll find out in two weeks time.
The Deadly and The Sinful V. D-Day Dave and “Hollywood“ Viva Los Bio Dome
*Born to Be Wild*
At 6'1" and 235 pounds, out of Kansas City, being accompanied to the ring by his teammate The Headbanger Man,
D-Dayyyyyy Dave!
Well, this should be an interesting one Jess.
*Hate Everyone*
At 5'11" and 195 pounds, fighting out of Hayward, Calfornia, being accompanied to the ring by his teammate Stryker...
"Hollywood" Viva Looooooos Bio Dome!
*Viva Los Bio Dome stands at the top of the ramp while two men roll a red carpet down the ramp. Photographers begin snapping his picture incessantly, while he covers his face and walks to the ring.*
Indeed it will, Gorilla. Two rivals forced to partner up, but only one can get the title shot!
And their opponents, Koda and Legion, The Deadly and The Sinful.
It should be interesting to see how Viva's new attitude and persona will play into this match.
Before the bell rings, Stryker and Headbanger Man engage in a confrontation outside. Before it results to blows, the Referee demands that they both leave ringside.
The ref rings the bell as they comply. Viva and Dave argue for who will sit out, and finally Viva reluctantly takes his place behind the ropes.
Koda locks up with Dave. Dave breaks the hold, and Koda slaps him in the face. Dave retaliates with a stiff right. Koda returns fire. They trade punches until finally, Dave has had enough and he hits him with a clothesline. As Koda begins standing up, Dave drop kicks him in the knee. Dave hits him with an elbow drop. Dave picks him up, and hits him with an uppercut before whipping him into the corner. Dave begins laying into Koda in the corner. Koda drowsily walks into a belly-to-belly suplex.
Dave goes for the pin.
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Legion breaks up the count. Dave yells at Legion, and turns his focus back on to Koda. It's too late as Koda kicks him in the stomach and nails him with a DDT. He picks Dave up and backs him into his own corner, and Viva tags himself in. Koda continues beating on Dave until the ref tears him off and points at Viva.
Viva instantly jumps up and hits Koda with a standing hurricanrana into a thesz press. As Viva is raining down punches, Dave steps in and slaps him. Viva turns and gives Dave the evil eye but is met with a right hand from Koda. Koda runs and tags in his teammate, Legion.
Legion begins stomping Viva violently. He picks up Viva, bounces off the ropes and tries for a big boot. Viva ducks, and as Legion returns, nails him with a clothesline. He picks Legion up and slings him in to the corner, and instantly nails him with a flying knee. Legion drowsily walks out of the corner and right into The Purple Sticky punch. Viva goes for the pin...
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D-Day Dave pulls Viva off and nails him with a right hand.
And now we see what I was talking about before. Only one man can win the title shot for his team, so partner or not, is each man for himself.
Dave turns to Legion and hits him with the Dead End. He goes for the pin...
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Koda breaks up the count. He simultaneously walked in to The Purple Sticky punch and rolls to the outside from the impact. Dave tries for another pin...
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Viva rips him off of Legion. Dave begins arguing with Viva. Viva argues back.
This is a boiling pot that looks ready to explode at any minute here!
Legion is trying to get up but they both stomp him down and continue arguing. Viva nails him with a kick to the stomach, and subsequently hits The Bio-Dome!
Viva just layed out his own partner!
As Legion gets up, Viva again hits him with The Purple Sticky Punch. He covers Legion...
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]Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and now #1 contender for the Tag Team Titles, Viva Los Bio Dome!
Stryker runs out and celebrates with Viva Los Bio Dome.
The Headbanger Man soon follows with a steel chair. Viva and Stryker slide out of the ring and run up the ramp, Stryker pumping his fist, and Viva blowing kisses at The Heavy Metal Express.
Well, The Resistance will get another shot at the WWCF Tag Team Titles at In Your Apartment, thanks to Viva’s win.
You may not like the way it happened Gorilla, but it was smart. Viva knew if Dave got the pin, he and Stryker would be left out in the cold. He did what he had to do.
Indeed he did, but as you alluded to, I don’t like it one bit!
*"Lilac Lane" comes over the loud speaker as a haggard and sickly looking Jazzman comes out to the ring in street clothes and grabs the mic.*
Well, I guess I should start by telling you folks why I look the way I do. Let's face it, after that Chamber of Horrors I became a changed man. I've grown weaker and more vulnerable than I've ever been in this company. This is the bottoming out point.
Let me go ahead and keep it real for a minute. As many of you know I had to leave my home due to family infighting and the incoming hurricane disaster known as Katrina barreling toward New Orleans. After I moved to the northeast I met with doctors and psychiatrists on a weekly basis. They were trying to figure out why a man with such a vibrant personality only a few moths prior had recessed into an role as an introvert.
They gave me a diagnosis of Dysthymia, a low grade depression brought on by a number of factors. They looked for me to find a outlet where I could truly be happy and I picked pro wrestling, which is why I'm out here tonight. You see, as a musician I was and still am an entertainer, and right now I want to be that man again through wrestling and right now I am, as your WWCF champion.
But, then something in me changed, from all corners came a challenger, everyone trying to take away something that mattered to me. For me, I was a 19 year-old kid right back in New Orleans again. I exhibited selfishness in that tag match, and didn't really bring my "A Game" against Aaron.
So, now I look forward to In Your Apartment, a fatal 4-way match as I tangle with Motor-Colt, Aaron Enigma, and Square for my title. You gentlemen are trying to take this belt from me, and I can't let that happen. I'm looking over my shoulder at every opportunity, I'm sleeping with one eye open. This is my title, this is what makes me whole. I am not scared of any of you, I'm scared of what I'll become without this belt.
I expect to be in a good state of mind at In Your Apartment, but you gentlemen should prepare for anything. No one in this company truly understands what I'm totally capable of yet, and it looks like you guys will be the first examples. Sorry, but that's just the way it is.
Lilac Lane plays as Jazzman exit’s the ring.
And the Champion telling his challengers exactly how things will be at In Your Apartment. I love it!
And up next is something everyone will love, a huge 8-man tag team match! Let’s go to the ring!
Jonathan Michaels, Aaron Enigma, M.O.P. and The General of the Monkey Army V. Tyfo, The Boiler Room Brawler and Two Guys Who Seriously Rock
New Blackjacks Theme hits the speakers as Corporate comes out together, shoulder to shoulder.
Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 995lbs, Corporate!
Each member of Corporate enters the ring and climbs to the second rope, gesturing to the crowd, only getting a pop from the smarks.
“King Kong 2004 Theme” hits the speakers.
The General of the Monkey Army comes out with Tinkers sitting on his shoulders.
And the challengers…
Entering the arena, hailing from Lansing, MI, weighing in at 225lbs, The General of the Monkey Army!
He is met with a confusedly lukewarm reaction, but he continues down to the ring.
As the announcer says this, The General puts down Tinkers and enters the ring from the steps.
The arena then goes black as the sound of Basil Rathbone hits the speakers and smoke starts to fill the arena.
“Elementary my dear Watson…”
“Make A Move” by Incubus hits the speakers.
Now entering the ring, weighing in at 256lbs and hailing from Chicago, IL… The Head Detective… Aaron… Enigma!
The crowd pops for Enigma as he heads for the ring
The arena continues to fill with smoke as “Original Prankster” by The Offspring hits the speakers.
And now entering the ring, hailing from your WWCF Hardcore Champion, Jonathan… Michaels!
Michaels walks to the ring to healthy cheers, even high fiving a few of the fans on his way to the ring.
He slides under the ropes in wait for the next entrant.
“Days of the Phoenix” by AFI hits the speakers.
And finally, hailing from Bergen County, NJ, weighing in at 232lbs, your WWCF Inter-Forum Champion, M.O.P.!
M.O.P. is met with a large pop as he points straight at his Inter-Forum championship belt and then to himself.
He then walks to the ring and slides under the ropes for the match to start.
Corporate plays a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors as Jonathan Michaels takes the lead for the other side.
Boiler Room Brawler wins with a play of paper, to which he turns around to face Jonathan Michaels, sadistically smiling at him.
“Spud” Verne Johnson calls the bell for the match to begin.
BRB and Michaels touch hands and then circle each other, locking up in mere seconds.
Michaels locks in a side headlock, but BRB grabs him from behind, lifting him up for an atomic drop, but Michaels manages to flip back behind BRB and shoves him towards the ropes.
BRB catches his footing and turns around as Michaels delivers a slick standing drop kick straight to BRB’s face and chest, knocking him back to the ropes, but BRB is back up soon enough.
Michaels lunges forward, not giving BRB a second to start, and begins to lay in punches to him, backing him up to a neutral corner.
Michaels takes BRB by the arm and goes for the Irish whip, but BRB reverses and Irish Whips Michaels to the opposite corner.
BRB runs for Michaels, jumping up for a body slam, but Michaels narrowly slips out of the way, making BRB hit his head on the ring post, knocking him down at last.
Jonathan Michaels wastes no time and locks in an arm bar.
“Spud” Verne Johnson asks BRB if he submits, but BRB refuses as he maneuvers himself around the ring, slowly dragging himself to the ropes.
Michaels tightens his grip, but BRB reaches the ropes and “Spud” Verne Johnson tells Michaels to release the hold, which he does.
Michaels returns to his feet as BRB gets back up with his arm twisted up.
Michaels looks to his teammates and tags in The General of the Monkey Army.
The General of The Monkey Army climbs the top rope in the corner, poised to attack, but BRB backs up.
The General gives a salute, and dives from the top rope all of the way across the ring, head butting BRB right in the noggin, knocking him to the corner.
The General clutches his head as the crowd pops.
BRB slumps into the corner as Starshine grabs his hand and tags himself in.
Starshine leaps over the top rope, then jumps up onto the second rope and elbow drops The General from the rebound.
Starshine rolls over to The General to lock him into a headlock, giving him noogies straight to where he head butt BRB.
“Spud” Verne Johnson drops down to ask The General if he submits, and The General is at war with himself to tap out.
As Starshine tightens his hold and noogies down harder, Tinkers moves The General’s feet onto the rope and drops down under the ring.
The General passes out from the pain, but “Spud” Verne Johnson notices that his feet are on the ropes and tells Starshine to release The General, which he does.
Starshine returns to his feet, but The General drops out of his possum play and drop toe holds Starshine to the mat and kicks himself back up.
The General backs away from Corporate’s corner and drops down for another head butt, this time to Starshine’s back.
Starshine rolls out of the ring, clutching at his back from the sting.
The General pursues Starshine with a suicide dive through the ropes that sends Starshine to the guardrail to the back yet again.
The General has also hurt his head as Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson begins the count.
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The General and Starshine both begin to stir.
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They both begin returning to their feet. The General seems dizzy while Starshine’s back seems to ache.
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Each man hobbles back to the apron.
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Both men are back in the ring.
The General begins to crawl for his teammates, but Starshine is back on his feet as he grabs him by the legs and drags him away.
Starshine picks up The General and presses his thumb straight into his eye, pushing him back to Corporate’s corner.
Starshine’s Corporate partners all grab onto The General and help Starshine to hoist him up to the top of the turnbuckle.
Starshine climbs up to The General, locks his arms around him, and delivers a devastating superplex that sends The General halfway across the ring.
Starshine goes for the pin and Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson goes for the count.
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Tinkers suddenly pulls on Starshine’s leg, moving him off of The General.
Starshine gets up to complain to “Spud” about the presence of Tinkers.
BRB drops down to the floor to get his pipe wrench and smash Tinkers, but it’s nowhere to be found.
The General tags in Aaron Enigma and the crowd builds up.
Aaron Enigma tells The General to get Tinkers and keep her out of the match.
Starshine runs up to Enigma for a kick which Enigma moves to block, but Starshine has tricked him as he circumvents Enigma and slaps on a chinlock, bringing Enigma to the ground.
Enigma crawls his way to the ropes, met with resistance every step of the way by Starshine, but he reaches the ropes and Starshine releases the hold at “Spud’s” command.
Enigma then kicks Starshine right in the balls from his position at the ropes, making Starshine collapse from the pain.
“Spud” issues a warning to Aaron Enigma and Enigma accepts it.
Aaron turns Starshine over, jumps up, and drops his knee straight into Starshine’s back, making him reel from the pain.
Starshine motions himself to the ropes, climbs them, dragging his body along, and then drops down in a sitting position as Aaron walks up to him when suddenly he thrusts his fist straight into Enigma’s balls himself.
Aaron collapses from the pain and both men lie on the mat.
Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson decides to count for the two men to return to their feet.
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Suddenly, Tinkers is behind Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson and she swings BRB’s pipe wrench upwards into his balls, knocking him over.
BRB crosses the ropes in anger as Tinkers runs to The General and hands him the pipe wrench.
The General crosses the ropes and takes a swing at BRB, narrowly missing by a hair as BRB slightly backs up.
BRB runs and shoulders blocks The General to the ground.
He bends over and grabs his pipe wrench and takes a swing at Tinkers, missing her narrowly as she slides under the ropes.
Referee “Spud” Verne Johnson notices BRB with the pipe wrench and calls the bell.
“Make A Move” by Incubus hits the speakers as Michaels and M.O.P. enter the ring to address BRB as well as The General of the Monkey Army.
Here are your winners by a disqualification: Jonathan Michaels, M.O.P., Aaron Enigma, and The General of the Monkey Army.
M.O.P. tells BRB to back off and that the Equalizers will deal with The General over these shenanigans.
BRB is soon joined by Cthulhu and Tyfo, and the two sides glare at each other as the camera goes to a commercial break.
*At WWCF Offices, we see Jessica exiting Seth's office and sees Viva sitting in a nearby chair at a waiting room.*
Seth will see you shortly, Viva.
I'd prefer it if you called me "Hollywood" Viva, sugar thighs.
Sugar thighs? You can do better than that.
Jessica, I'll see Viva now.
It's about time you got around to seeing me, Seth.
Viva, I will be doing the talking here, at least for right now. In a few of your past promos you have openly cut me down, while calling for a mutiny against me and my company. I cannot and will not have that. If you're going the tow the line between order and chaos, I will have to come down on you.
Woah, calm down Seth. I'm over that now. You're the only person that can help me. Look at me, Seth. I know you look at this incredible physique, this gorgeous face, and you see exactly what I see. The future of this company. I've got superstar written all over me, and it's high time you take advantage of that.
Uh... Yes. Yes it is time I take advantage of that. What do you have in mind, Hollywood?
Well, first thing is first. I'm the first ever Heatz!!1 champion. A championship belt that is supposed to propel you into other title scenes once you've lost it, and yet, I've never had a shot at any other singles title. I'm pretty sure I deserve a shot at the Inter-Forum. You can make me earn the shot, but really that's a waste of time. No one is beating me unless I let them. I mean, for god sakes, Seth, look at me!
Viva, you may not have had a chance at a singles title, but you're very much in the running for the Tag Team titles. I will take your opinion under consideration, but I make no promises.
What? What the hell? If you can't see how monster of a star I am, I'll just have to prove it to you. I'd like to compete in a match of your choosing. If I can win, you must give a chance at #1 contendership before the next PPV. I'm not making threats, but I'd suggest you give me this opportunity. Not only do I deserve it, but I will make things more difficult if you choose not to.
You still seem to think you hold some power. You do not. Realistically, though, you do have a point. You have not gotten the opportunity, and while I won't say you deserve it, you are as deserving as anyone else. That is all the time I have for you today, Viva. Keep up the... good work?
Sir, yes sir.
*Seth walks "Hollywood" Viva walks out of his office. Viva stops, and looks over at Jessica.*
Catch ya later, gorgeous.
Bye, Hollywood.
*As Viva exits, Jessica giggles until Seth gives her a dirty look. She then instantly stops and returns to her work.*
Well, that was certainly interesting, wasn’t it Gorilla?
Indeed it was. And our main event looks to be equally interesting. Last time these two were in the ring one on one, the King was successful. Will tonight be a repeat, or will Square step up and send a message to one of his fellow challengers at In Your Apartment? We’ll find out… NEXT!!!
Square V. King Motor-Colt
*I Don't Care*
Coming in at 6'3" and 210 pounds, out of Preston, England... Co-number One contender for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship...
Square!
*Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em*
Coming in at 5'11", 247 pounds, out of Adelaide, Australia... Co-number One contender for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship...
King Motor-Colt!
Both men enter the ring, and the ref rings the bell. They both lock up. Motor-Colt instantly locks Square into an armbar. Square reverses it. Colt punches Square in the gut and hits a snap suplex.
Colt picks Square up and whips him into the corner. Colt hits him with a running boot to the chest. Colt stomps Square out and raises a fist to the crowd. *Crowd pops.*
Square uses the ropes to get up and ducks a clothesline. Square begins throwing hooks at Colt. He hits 5 in succession before whipping Colt off the ropes and hitting him with a thunderous Lariat. Square mocks Colt by lifting his arm above his head and smiling. *Crowd boos*
Square turns his attention right back to Colt, picking him up and hitting him with a stalling vertical suplex. He picks colt up and whips him outside.
The ref begins his count.
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Colt begins showing signs of life.
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Colt gets up and Square hits him with a baseball slide.
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Square rolls to the outside.
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Square grabs Colt.
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Square throws Colt back in the ring and rolls back inside of the ring just before the ref counts to 10.
Square turns to Colt and walks right into a small package.
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Square kicks out, gets up, and stomps the hell out of Colt. Square spits on Colt while he's on the ground recovering. *Crowd boos.*
Square picks Colt up, sets him up for a DDT. Colt reverses and hits him with a Jaw Breaker. Colt dashes for the ropes and nails Square with a Million Dollar Knee Lift. Square is half up and Colt nails him with a running neckbreaker.
Colt motions to the crowd, and hits Square with The Story on Page One. He covers square.
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Your winner, King Motor-Colt!
Square gets up to his feet with a scowl on his face. Motor-Colt motions to shake Squares hand, a sign of respect as the match was very close. Square takes Colts hand, and they both lift their arms up to motion mutual respect.
Square nails Colt with a clothesline. He picks Colt up and nails him with a L7. He picks Colt up again and hits him with the Squaresplosion. He drops down to the floor and starts yelling in Colts face.
Square gets up and begins stomping Colt angrily.
*Make a Move*
Aaron Enigma dashes to the ring and spears Square. Aaron begins stomping Square. Aaron checks on Colt and helps him up. Colt runs over to Square and begins stomping him. Aaron joins him.
*Lilac Lane*
Jazzman sprints to the ring with a steel chair, clearing both Aaron and Colt to the outside. He helps Square up.
The program closes with Aaron and Colt backpedaling up the ramp, and Square and Jazzman in the ring. No one is taking an eye off of anyone. Colt and Aaron stare at each other and then back at the ring. Square and Jazzman do the same as Niteraw goes off the air.
Credits: Aaron Enigma, Headbanger Man, Boiler Room Brawler, Viva Los Bio Dome, Evil M, Jazzman and Seth Drakin. .
