Monday Niteraw - July 12, 2010
Tim Hoss: Folks, welcome to Monday NiteRaw!
Jesse King: What a show we've got, Gorilla! Three rankings matches, the Inter-Forum Champion, and a Rules of Honor match?! I can't wait!
Hoss: Then let's not wait any longer! To the ring!
Caleb Fourchon V. Jonathan Michaels
Muffer: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. First, from Dulac, Louisiana, weighing 248 pounds: Caleb Fourchon.
*There is some booing as Caleb comes out to REM’s “Circus Envy.” He slides under the ropes, rolls to his feet, and makes a circuit around the ring staring out at the crowd. When he gets to his corner he squats down on his haunches and waits.*
Hoss: Caleb Fourchon is not your ordinary big man. One of the tallest competitors on the roster, but under 250 pounds. Still strong though, and very quick.
King: Not ordinary when describing this man is an understatement. Do you really think Fourchon wrestled alligators before coming to the WWCF?
Hoss: Given his raw style it wouldn’t surprise me in the least, Jesse.
Muffer: His opponent is from Los Angeles, California and weighs 240 pounds. Accompanied by Sara Nakatomi, he is the Hardcore Hearthrob: Jonathan Michaels!!!
*The crowd cheers loudly as “DOA” by The Foo Fighters starts up. Michaels and Nakatomi walk out through the smoke while film of dangerous stunts appear on the video tron.*
King: Its always a pleasure seeing Jonathan Michaels walking to the ring, because it means we also get to see Sara Nakatomi. Yowza!
Hoss: Michaels is just two weeks away from what may be the biggest match of his career: a fight at Botch at the Beach against “Damn Right” Jackson-
King: Ugh. That guy.
Hoss: - to determine who will be Number One Contender for the WWCF Heavyweight Title.
*Referee John Creed calls both men to the center of the ring and goes over the rules. He takes away Caleb’s gator teeth necklace and calls for the bell. The two lock up, with Michaels getting the early advantage, putting Fourchon in a side headlock. Fourchon powers his way out and slips behind Michaels trying for a full nelson. JM wriggles free before he can tighten his grip. The two square off and again go for elbow and collar tie ups. CF pushes Michaels to his corner, earning a warning from Creed when he refuses to break the hold.*
Hoss: Fairly tame match so far. I expected both men to come out swinging.
King: JoNo may usually be more of a brawler, but he’s got some technical skill. Maybe he’s experimenting with a new style in preparation for his fight with Jackson.
*The ref continues to tell Caleb to get off Michaels. He finally complies, but knees JM in the stomach first. Taking hold of his arm, CF tries to Irish whip Michaels into the opposite corner, but the tables are turned when the move is reversed.. JM follows that up with a charging clothesline that slams Fourchon against the ringpost. On the outside Sara takes a few steps back as Michaels climbs the second rope and starts punching CF in the face. The crowd counts along. One! Two! Three! Four! Finally Creed comes over and hollers at Michaels to stop. Fourchon uses the distraction to grab JM and pitch him over the ringpost towards Nakatomi. Michaels makes an awkward twist midair to avoid hitting her, but lands solidly on the back of his head as a consequence.*
Hoss: Did you see that?! Fourchon deliberately threw Michaels at Sara Nakatomi! He could have seriously hurt her.
King: You’re making assumptions, Gorilla! I’m sure it was just an accident.
Hoss: An accident my foot!
*Fourchon rubs his jaw and turns to look down at Michaels who is still on the ground. Both Nakatomi and Creed are checking on JM. With a smirk Fourchon steps between the ropes to the outside apron, waits for Michaels to get on his hands and knees, then jumps down on top of him. Creed pulls Sara away as Fourchon lands feet first on Michael’s lower back, forcing him to the mat and sending himself sprawling. The crowd gasps, then boos.*
Hoss: Another dangerous, reckless move by Caleb Fourchon!
King: Maybe so, but if Fourchon wants to be able to beat the former Hardcore Champion and Champion of Honor, he’s going to have to take some risks.
*Fourchon slowly gets up as Creed goes over to tell him to get back in the ring. CF nods then goes over to Michaels, who is again trying to stand. He grabs Michaels by the hair and yanks him to his feet, then slams him face first into the ring post. Lifting Michaels he pushes him under the ropes, positioning him in the corner while he stays on the outside.*
King: That was dumb. Fourchon should have left Michaels outside and hoped for a count out win.
Hoss: I think its pretty obvious by now that this Caleb Fourchon does not have even the basic understanding of the rules of wrestling. Why he was hired by the WWCF I’ll never know.
*Fourchon reaches on either side of the ring post and hooks an arm around JM’s head and legs. Then he pulls backwards, putting his foot on the post, bending Michaels around it painfully.*
King: He might not know the rules of wrestling, but he’s got some of the moves down. That is a nasty modified bow and arrow hold.
Hoss: One that’s about to get him disqualified!
*Creed yells at Fourchon and tells him to let go. He starts counting. CF releases Michaels after four. He walks towards Sara, stares at her, then rolls under the ropes back into the ring. Michaels writhes in pain on the mat. Fourchon pantomimes filming Michaels then reaches down to grab JM by the hair again. This time Michaels takes hold of his arm and pulls him forward into the turnbuckle. CF hits it hard and goes staggering back, tripping over Michaels who rolls him up for the pin. Fourchon pushes him off after one.*
Hoss: What unbelievable instincts by Jonathan Michaels! Even after those shots to the head he’s still savvy enough to go for a quick pin.
King: It still failed, Gorilla.
*The crowd cheers as Michaels gets to his feet. Fourchon is up as well, and JM goes after him, hammering away with a series of punches, forcing Fourchon to the middle of the ring. CF throws a wild haymaker that misses, leaving him vulnerable for a spinebuster that puts him on the mat. Michaels again goes for a pin. One, two, Fourchon kicks out. JM exhales and drags Caleb to his feet, whipping him to the ropes to try and spear him on the rebound. CF leapfrogs over Michaels, hits the ropes on the opposite side and comes back at him with a running crossbody that flattens him.*
King: Did you see that?
Hoss: An incredible move by Fourchon.
King: The man has some big ups, Gorilla.
Hoss: Big Ups?!
*Fourchon lays acoss JM for the pin, but Michaels raises an arm up after two. Fourchon gets up holding his stomach and then kicks at JM’s hands and arms to keep him from rising. He turns away from both Michaels and Creed and fishes something out of his jeans pocket.*
Hoss: What’s he got there?
*Fourchon produces a gator tooth that he tries to hide between the fingers of his closed fist. Sara Nakatomi springs up onto the apron and begins pointing at CF’s hand. Creed comes over and demands to see what he has. Fourchon throws the tooth across the ring. When the referee goes to retrieve it CF turns and aims a kick to the groin of Michaels, who is now just standing, hunched over. With a burst of sudden energy JM knocks the kick aside and then hits Fourchon square in the jaw with the Fade to Black! Creed turns just in time to see Caleb topple over and Michaels fall on him for the pin. One, Two, Three!*
Hoss: The Fade to Black! One of the most dangerous moves in all the WWCF! Capable of ending any match at any time!
King: Then why doesn’t he just start out with it, Gorilla? It would have saved him all this hassle.
Muffer: Here is your winner, Jonathan Michaels!
*Michaels lets Creed raise his hand and then accepts a hug from Sara, who has entered the ring. They warily watch Fourchon lumber to his feet and step between the ropes to leave, rubbing his jaw and glaring at the cheering crowd.*
Hoss: Really an impressive victory tonight for JoNo. Caleb Fourchon may be a novice, but he’s athletically gifted, and as we saw is willing to fight very dirty. Just like Michaels’s opponent at Botch at the Beach, DR Jackson. Could this be a harbinger of things to come for the Hardcore Heartthrob?
*We see Tyfo sitting on a couch in his living room*
Hello to all the great fans out there tonight. As you may know, after officially cashing in the Money in the Bank briefcase I've been carrying around for nearly a year, Seth Drakin gave me some time off. I must say, it was much needed, especially after being involved in very physical matches in back to back weeks with The Metal Express and Square and Hangman.
But over the last week or so, I've grown tired of sitting around at home. I feel good, I feel prepared for the championship match that I've waited all my life for, and I don't feel like waiting around until Botch at the Beach.
So today, I had a little talk with my friend and fellow Family member The Boiler Room Brawler. After 20 minutes of trying to explain who I was, I got to my point. I made sure he was aware that he is the host of a show known as The Boiler Room, and he has agreed to be here next week to host his show, with me as a guest.
But, I don't plan on being the lone guest. I am inviting Jay Carroll to join me next week in The Boiler Room. So Jay, buddy, if it all sounds cool to you, I'll see you next week. Brawler may or may not know who we are next week, but we'll give it a shot. I hope to see you next week, just as I will at Botch at the Beach.
Rankings match(For number three spot): Sparks V. Colt
*Man on the Silver Mountain*
Evil M walks out, mic in hand.
M - Once more ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the part of the show where the one and only true Champion, a Champion who fights with Honor, graces you all with his presence!
Boos, as M makes his way to the announce table.
M - Tonight, a treat for the viewers at home! Instead of the gabbing and yapping from these two dishonorable spin-doctors, you will instead get to here well-thought-out, insightful commentary by myself and my new friend…
Jerry Fish!
Jerry Fish stands up from his seat at the timekeeper’s table, looking surprised.
M - Now, could someone in the truck please be so kind as to cut Hoss and King’s audio?
M hands Jerry a mic.
M - Well Jerry, this should be quite the match coming up!
Fish - Um… yeah, right. Absolutely!
Muffer - The following contest is set for one fall, and it is a Rankings match for the number three spot!
*Caught in a Web*
Sparks enters, eying Evil M warily.
M - First we got Sparks. Now this guy, he is nothing but a liar and a cheat! He says he beat me last week, but he didn’t! He CHEATED!!!
Fish - I’m not really sure he did, M. I mean, he didn’t do anything illegal or anything-
M - Didn’t do anything illegal?! What about that spider?! That repulsive, vile insect interfered! Not only that, he was brought in by Sparks! It was both outside interference AND an international object! That’s a double violation right there!
Fish - Arachnid.
M - What?
Fish - The spider. It wasn’t an insect. It was an arachnid.
M - …I KNOW THAT! Why don’t you just do your job?! You’re the play-by-play guy! Call the play-by-play!
Sparks watches and listens to all this, shaking his head in disgust.
Fish - Sparks shaking his head in pure disgust right now..
M - What are you doing?!
Fish - Play-by-play?
M - Not yet! The match hasn’t even started yet!
"You Know That Time In Your Life, That Single Moment That Defines Exactly Who You Are? Well That Only Stings For A Second..."
Smoke 'Em if You Got 'Em - Parkway Drive
M - Ah, now here we go. My former associate, the man I MADE A STAR!!!
Colt glares at M as he walks to the ring.
M - Yeah, you heard me! I MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE!! YOU DON’T EXIST WITHOUT ME!!!
Colt walks over and get’s in M’s face as referee John Creed intercedes. Colt backs up and enters the ring.
M - That’s right! He doesn’t want any part of me!
Fish - The bell just rang. Can I talk now?
M - No!
Colt and Sparks shake hands and tie up. Sparks with a side headlock, but Colt shoves him into the ropes. Sparks comes back, Colt leapfrog’s him, Sparks back the other way, Colt with a flapjack!
Fish - Colt with the early advan-
M - Shut up! I don’t care!
Colt rolls Sparks over, cover!
1!
Kickout!
Fish - Sparks kicks out at one!
M just stands at ringside, staring a hole through Sparks.
Sparks glances over at M, then bounces off the ropes, only to be caught a in a sidewalk slam by Colt! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
M - Keep your eye on the ball, Sparks!
Sparks gives M the finger!
M - Now that’s just plain uncalled for!
M drops the mic and jumps on the ring apron. Sparks and M exchange words, but Colt charges Sparks from behind! Sparks moves and Colt knocks M to the floor! Sparks with a rollup!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Fish - So close right th-
Fish’s mic goes silent.
Hoss - Ha, we’re back!
Colt grabs Sparks, who fights free and dropkick’s Colt into the ropes! Sparks charges with a clothesline, but M pulls Colt out of the way! Colt shoves M aside, as Sparks dives over the top onto both men!
King - What a move!
Sparks rolls Colt back in, cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Sparks drags Colt to the corner and goes up top, 450 spl-Colt rolls out of the way! Sparks lands on his feet and catches Colt with a reverse elbow, then bounces off the ropes again, but M grabs his leg! Sparks kicks at M, who jumps back, but as Sparks turns back to the match, Colt catches him with a Million Dollar Kneelift, then hoists him up and connects with the Story on Page One! Cover!
1!
2!
3!
Muffer - Here is your winner, and the new number three ranked Superstar in the WWCF Rankings, Colt!
Hoss - Colt wins his way into the rankings!
King - But credit the assist to Evil M!
M enters and grabs Sparks by the throat. He yanks him up then goes to apply the standing Crowbar, but Colt chases him off! Colt then shakes Sparks’ hand and raises his arm for the crowd.
Hoss - Well, it was not a welcome assist, at least.
M grabs his belt and backs up the ramp, not taking his eyes off Colt or Sparks.
The Boiler Room
BRB is wandering about in the Parts Unknown Arena boiler room when Whitey Fats walks up to him.
BRB: Whoa, you scared me. This place is kinda creepy. Uh… who are you?
Whitey Fats: I am known around here, by the fans and the boys in the back, as The Wrestling Messiah, Whitey Fats, and I have returned to save this company and return it to financial solvency.
BRB: Wait, why are you talking to me?
Whitey Fats: We are on your talk show, son.
BRB looks around.
BRB: So wait, this is a talk show? And it's hosted by me, BRB?
Whitey Fats: Yes. Yes, it is.
BRB: Uh, okay. So, uh, who are you again?
Whitey Fats: Wrestling Messiah? The Only True WWCF Legend? The Southern Dandy?
BRB: Do we have some sort of past history? Gosh it's hot in here...
Whitey Fats: Well, you used to work for me, son. My personal assistant and such. And I have come here to ask if you would be interested in working for me again. See, here at Whitey, Inc., we are always interested in hiring dynamic up and comers to assist me. Full medical, full dental, 401(k), the works. Hell, on Fridays we have strippers come. Would that be a good situation for you?
BRB: Uh, sure. Sounds like a plan… I guess. I could probably use the money until I remember who I am.
The camera remains on BRB and Whitey Fats.
BRB: Uh… Show over?
Square w/ The Hangman V. Headbanger Man w/ D-Day Dave
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit!
(I Don't Care)
Introducing first, accompanied by The Hangman, from Preston, England and weighing 210 pounds...SQUARE!
- Both men jaw with fans at ringside, before they pose in the ring.
(Saints Of Los Angeles)
And his opponent, accompanied by D-Day Dave, from Kent, England and weighing 263 pounds - he is one half of the WWCF Tag Team Champions...THE HEADBANGER MAN!
- The Metal Express come out with their groupies, play their air instruments and lift their titles high. The crowd is split on who to cheer for.
Tim Hoss: Here we go folks, another sneak preview of what we might see in the upcoming tag title match between these two teams.
Jesse King: Indeed, Apeboy. Last week, Hangman defeated a distracted D-Day Dave, and now Square hopes to keep that momentum rolling here.
- Both men trade insults in the centre of the ring. Square slaps Headbanger in the face and grins, but Headbanger responds in kind. Then they start to throw a flurry of punches at one another, and eventually Headbanger gains the advantage. He whips Square off the ropes and hits a clothesline, and then throws him back out of the ring. He high-fives Dave as Hangman gives Square a pep talk.
Hoss: Headbanger with the early advantage here, but you got to believe he is still feeling the effects of the brutal matches he has had of late.
King: Even though he didn't compete last week, you have to believe he is not 100%.
- Square gets on the apron and drapes Headbanger's neck across the top rope. He then comes in and hits a dropkick, followed by a swift elbow. He makes an early cover.
1...
- Headbanger powers out. Square tries to keep him on the mat with a series of soccer-style kicks, and then hits a flip neckbreaker. He takes time out to taunt the crowd, but misses with another elbowdrop attempt. Headbanger then takes advantage with a couple of scoop slams and a running senton. He goes for his first cover of the match.
1...
2...
- Headbanger whips Square into the turnbuckles, and lands a few right hands. He then places Square on the top floor, and looks for a superplex, but gets knocked down again via a shot to the gut. Square then hits a flying crossbody from the top rope!
1...
2...
- Kick out. Square gets in the referee's face.
Hoss: What a great high impact move from Square! He almost won it right there.
King: He can't afford to get frustrated here though. That's what happened last time he challenged for the tag belts with Amigo, and they ended up getting DQ'd.
Hoss: That was actually a resonably good point. Well done.
King: Don't patronise me, banana breath.
- Square hits a facebuster on Headbanger, and goes to the top rope again. He tries to hit a flying clothesline, but Headbanger ducks out of the way, and scores a big boot. He slowly gets to his feet, and swings at Square, who avoids the contact, and kicks him in the leg. Square lifts him into a suplex position, but Headbanger reverses it and lands on him in a pinfall position.
1...
2...
- Again, Square escapes.
Hoss: A nice reversal there by Headbanger. He needs to use his size adavntage to be successful in this contest.
- Headbanger picks up Square, and hits a reverse DDT. He threatens to go to the top rope for a Blockbuster, but Hangman makes his presence felt. However, before he can interfere, Dave gets in his face, and both men start to jaw at one another. Square tries to pull Headbanger down, but he kicks him away, and then he manages to hit the Blockbuster! However, the referee is momentarily distracted by Dave and Hangman's antics on the outside. Headbanger tries to divert the official's focus, and eventually he goes to pin Square, but he gets caught in a small package!
1...
2...
- 2.9! Headbanger kicks out, and is taken aback. He knocks Square down with a clothesline.
Hoss: Square was half a count away from pulling out the victory there. That must've been pure instinct there.
- Headbanger hits a belly to back suplex, and then does some air drumming. He tries to hook up the Double Bass DDT, but Square gets to the ropes and avoids being hit with the move. He then gets a thumb to the eye as Hangman again distracts the ref. He lifts up Headbanger for the L7, but this time Dave gets on the apron. Headbanger hits Square with the Holy Driver!
Hoss: That was a devastating piledriver there. This could be it.
- But after that moment, Whitey Fats runs down to the ring and starts talking to Lexxxie Houston. Dave gets in his face, as Hangman hands Square a tag belt. Headbanger heads outside and knocks Whitey Fats down, but when he returns to the ring he gets nailed by a belt shot! Square makes the cover.
1...
2...
3!
Here is your winner...SQUARE!
Hoss: By hook or crook, the man of 1000 nicknames gets the win, and increases his team's momentum at the right time here!
King: And the issue between Dave and Whitey Fats continues as well. How will this affect the Metal Express going into the tag title match?
- Hangman and Square hit a powerbomb/neckbreaker combo on Dave after the match, and then hold the belts up, before draping them over the fallen champs.
*Mulligan is backstage with Fred G. Neric, in his hand he has a cage with an OBVIOUSLY stuffed Monkey*
Last week......on NiteRaw......I FACED A man with a damn MONKEY!
OOOK OOOK! MONKEYMAN! That poo-flingin' fleabag didn't save you did it General? WHERE'S YO MONKEY NOW! I'mma take your primate compadre!
I'mma filet him! I'mma Friccasee 'im! I'mma eat me a monkey! OOOOOK OOOOOOOOK!
Mad Man's eatin him a monkey General! Ain't nothin you kin do to stop me! If'n I see yer mangy monkeyman carcass I'mma steal yo monkey! I'mma make you watch as I make monkey stew! Yummmmmm.......mighty good eatin' on a monkey.
*Opens the cage and rips open the monkey doll with his teeth, batting and cotton fly everywhere*
Rankings match(For number two spot): The General of the Monkey Army V. Amigo
Muffer - The following contest is set for one fall, with a ten minute time limit, and it is an official WWCF Rankings match!
*Welcome to Hell*
Amigo walks out to a chorus of boos.
Muffer - Introducing first, from Tempe, Arizona, weighing in at 214 pounds, AMIGO!!!
And now, his opponent…
*King Kong 2004*
The General emerges, followed by Bongo and Tinkers.
Muffer - From Lansing, Mic-
Hoss - What’s this?!
Mad Man Mulligan runs out and grabs Tinkers! The General goes to chase him, but Bongo stops him and grunts at him. The General nods, then heads to the ring as Bongo runs after Mulligan!
King - What the hell just happened?!
Hoss - Jesse, Tinkers has just been…
MONKEY-NAPPED!!!
Dramatic music plays over the house speaker. The entire arena goes silent as everyone, the fans, the announcers, referee Will Alphonzo, the timekeeper, The General, all look around, confused. Suddenly, Amigo slides out of the ring and club’s The General from behind, bringing the arena back to life!
Hoss - Amigo starting the match his own way, Jess!
Amigo rams The General’s back into the apron of the ring, then goes for a clothesline, but The General moves, causing Amigo to slam into the side of the ring! The General rolls Amigo in and makes a cover as Alphonzo starts the match!
1!
Kickout!
The General pulls Amigo up and shoots him into the corner! He runs over and monkey flip’s Amigo into the center of the ring, then catches him with a roaring elbow! Cover!
1!
Kickout!
Amigo fights the General off, then grabs him by the collar and slams him headfirst into the turnbuckle! He does this a few more times, then props him up on the top turnbuckle! Amigo goes up for a back suplex, but the General knocks him down with an elbow, then comes off the top rope with a twisting body press! Cover!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Amigo to his feet, but The General pounds him with lefts and rights, then runs the ropes. He starts to go for another monkey flip, but stops, as he sees Bongo and Mulligan brawl out to the ring, Tinkers following in a frenzy!
Hoss - Bongo did it, he saved Tinkers!
The General rolls out of the ring and runs over to help Bongo. The two force Mulligan to retreat. Bongo scoops up Tinkers as The General heads back to the ring. He climbs up on the apron, only to be nailed with the Bom-Ba-Ye! The General goes down as Amigo rolls him under the bottom rope and makes the cover!
1!
2!
3!
Muffer - Here is your winner, and the NEW Number 2 ranked Superstar, Amigo!
Amigo raises his arms, then rolls to the outside, as Bongo and Tinkers enter to check on The General.
DR Jackson appears on Nakatomi Plaza
Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend
Hi, everybody and welcome to Nakatomi Plaza, my guest tonight will be facing my Jonny at Botch at the Beach to determine the Number One Contender to the World Title, ladies and Gentlemen, he's Too Black, Too Strong, he's "Damn Right" Jackson!
"Too Black, Too Strong... DAMN RIGHT!"
I Made It - Kevin Rudolf
DR Jackson makes his way to the ring.
So, hi, Damn, my first question for you is this, why exactly did your mother name you Damn?
DR Jackson: Heh, so simple... Cute, but simple. I can see why Jono chose you...
"Damn Right" isn't my name, it's a symbol, it's a state of mind. What I do, what I represent... what I fight for, it's not about names or labels... It's about sending a message and leaving your mark. "Damn Right" is simply to the point, and 100% truthful. There's no subtlety and there are no lies. When "Damn Right" is all said and done, you don't stand around scratching your head in confusion, you know exactly what is going on...
So what's your real name?
DR Jackson: Jackson... It's all you deserve to know. Infact it shouldn't matter what my name is, all a name is is a label. How I'm viewed, should be by my actions... You may as well call me John Jackson.
Okay then, last week you said you were'nt worried about beating my Jonny at Botch at the Beach, but he is a former Hardcore Champion and Champion of Honor, don't you think you're selling him a bit short?
DR Jackson: Look missy, I when it comes to Jonny boy, I have nothing to worry about. I mean sure he's won some gold... But so have I, much more prestigious gold... And besides the last two times, that's right... Two times, that we've stepped in the ring together... You're little Jonny boy was left laying before me.
[color=Pink]Okay, last question, are you Team Edward or Team Jacob?
DR Jackson: Team Jackson, Neither Enemy nor Friend... DAMN RIGHT!
Alright, thanks for taking time to sit down with me, and we'll see you next time in Nakatomi Plaza.
Dream Warrior V. The Man in Black
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well King, it's been a couple of weeks since we last saw him. The Man in Black makes his first appearance since he captured the Inter-Forum Championship from Boiler Room Brawler in a grueling Boiler Room Brawl Mercy Street Match.
Jesse King: Brutal indeed, Gorilla. Boiler Room Brawler took the A train from Jazzman and then was fried in the electric chair. BRB's back, but as we've seen he has amnesia. BRB may never be the same.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: And we still do not know who the Man in Black is!
Jesse King: And his opponent is Dream Warrior?
*Memories Will Never Die*
Dream Warrior drops down from the rafters, landing feet first in the ring as the crowd pops.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Dream Warrior may be out of his element against the Man in Black here, but all it takes is one upset.
Dream Warrior and referee Will Alphonso pace about in the ring.
Jesse King: Right now the only upset might be that the Man in Black doesn-
*When The Man Comes Around*
The crowd starts booing. Dream Warrior goes to a corner and stands at the ready, as does Alphonso.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: The Man in Black at his usual tricks, King.
Jesse King: Why does he do this? Why can't he just show up like normal people?
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Dream Warrior did drop down from the rafters.
Jesse King: Shut up.
A sudden explosion of pyro
goes off, smoke filling the ring,
but Dream Warrior stands his ground.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Dream Warrior must stand up for this crowd.
Jesse King: Yeah, well he's going to fall for them soon too.
As the smoke clears, The Man in Black stands in the center of the ring, the Inter-Forum Championship belt adorned around his waist which makes the crowd boo even more.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: It's incredible to think of the kind of despicable men who have worn the Inter-Forum Championship belt, King. Earlier this year it was Damn Right Jackson and now it is worn by the sinister Man in Black.
Jesse King: Upon reflection though, they both legitimately won the belt. They both got results.
The Man in Black removes the Inter-Forum Championship belt and hands it off.
Jesse King: Y'know, Gorilla? Muffer hasn't said a peep yet.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: No normal entrances.
Alphonso signals the match to begin. DW walks around MiB, who stands still and follows him.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: The Man in Black is taller and clearly heavier than Dream Warrior.
DW leaps at MiB who spins around and delivers a lariat that takes DW down to the mat.
Jesse King: That was a damn find discus clothesline!
DW rolls away from MiB and returns to his feet, backing up to the ropes. MiB is on the move now, walking about, side to side.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: The Man in Black's greatest asset is that he's so mysterious, so unpredictable.
DW throws a kick at MiB, who catches it. MiB goes throw another lariat at DW, but DW counters with an enzuigiri kick. MiB ducks the enzuigiri kick. DW reaches behind himself, latches onto MiB's head and drops down for a cutter. The crowd pops.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: The Man in Black is quick witted and quick moving, but Dream Warrior is all about getting the best of any exchange.
Jesse King: But is Dream Warrior working on his athletic talent or does he have real strategy?
DW gets up, poses to the crowd, and then executes a rolling thunder to MiB, who raises his knees. DW is on his back, clutching his midsection as MiB stands back up and poses at the crowd.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: We don't know which will matter though. The Man in Black is a mysterious fellow who can get the better of Jazzman and BRB in the same match.
MiB stands DW up and Irish whips him to the ropes. MiB runs to the other side and rebounds from the ropes towards DW, who leapfrogs him. MiB rebounds from the ropes and comes for DW again. DW drops down as MiB runs over him.
Jesse King: Dream Warrior is athletic, I'll make no mistake about that. But the Man in Black wrestles like a veteran.
MiB rebounds from the ropes again and DW reacts by leaping into the air and delivering a huricanrana to MiB. MiB is slammed onto his back and DW locks a leg for the pin.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Could this be an upset?
Alphonso counts one-MiB powers out and pushes DW off of himself.
Jesse King: Nope.
DW gets up and runs up to MiB to deliver a Pele kick to his head but MiB suddenly drops down and rolls away from DW, causing him to miss and collide with the ropes. DW falls backwards from the rope rebound and MiB goes for a school boy pin.
Jesse King: Nice move by the Man in Black!
Alphonso counts one, two, thr- Alphonso notices MiB's legs on the ropes and gives him a warning. MiB stands up and circles around DW as he stands up. MiB locks his arm around the front of DW's head and drops down to the mat.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: A well-executed inverted DDT from the Man in Black.
MiB stands back up and climbs onto the top rope.
Jesse King: Oh no, it's all over now...
MiB waits for DW to stand up before leaping. DW turns around and just manages to react with a standing dropkick, drawing a pop from the crowd.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Maybe not, King. Maybe not!
MiB rolls away from DW to the ropes as DW poses for the crowd again.
Jesse King: Now's not the time to showboat though. If Dream Warrior defeats the Man in Black he'll be a superstar in this company!
MiB stands back up to which DW turns around to face him.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: If the Man in Black is worse for wear we could only tell by his body language.
Jesse King: He might know a few dialects for all we know though.
DW backs up to a corner and gets up to the top rope as MiB closes in on him.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Who'll make the first move?
DW leaps off the top rope at MiB, who catches him with a sit-out spinebuster.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: No!
MiB goes for the pin. Alphonso counts one, two, three! The bell rings.
*When The Man Comes Around*
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall, your Inter-Forum Champion, The Man... in... Black!
The Man in Black gets his Inter-Forum Championship belt back and puts it on to the crowds booing. Dream Warrior is still laid out from the spinebuster.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Dream Warrior gave it a good try tonight, Jesse, but the Man in Black is made of sterner, more experienced stuff.
Jesse King: Right you are, Gorilla. I cannot tell if the Man in Black was playing Dream Warrior like a fiddle or if he was making it up along the way...
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Like it or not, the Man in Black might be a very strong champion.
Rankings match(For number one spot): Smokin' Vokoun V. Whitey Fats
Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentleman...the following contest is set for one fall.
- Classy southern music is played to a HUGE chorus of boos.
Muffer: Coming down the aslie, from Starke, FL.....weighing in a 280 pounds.....WHITEY FATS!!!!!
-Whitey walks out as smuck as ever. He waves to the crowd who gives him a rude reception. He pulls out hundred dollar bills. He acts like he's gonna hand them out, but pulls them away and laughs. This makes him even more hated. He gets to the ring and takes off his hat and his southern jacket and gives it to the time keeper.
King: Just listen to these idiots in the crowd.... they should have respect for the rich and well off. Because Whitey could easily own their poor asses.
Muffer: And....his opponent.....
Sinnerman by Nina Simone plays to a giant pop.
Muffer: Representing The Family....from Chicago,IL....weighing in at 280 pounds....he is the WWCF World Hardcore Champion.....SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!
-Vokoun walks out to a huge pop. He doesn't look at the fans but straight at Fats with those crazy eyes.
Hoss: King, who would have thought that this man, who debuted in February would have caught on as much as he has.
King: I'm not shocked that he has risen so fast...but I'm more shocked that the fans seem to like this nut job
Hoss: Well when you have the backing from on of the biggest stars in the WWCF, Boiler Room Brawler, people know that he's the real deal. But Whitey Fats is also the real deal King, he's a former Tag Team Champion.
-Before Vokoun can get to the ring, he see's Whitey Fats Hat. Smokie looks at Fats,smiles and steals hat. Fats screams Vokoun to not touch his hat but Vokoun doesn't listen. In fact, he puts Whitey's hat on and mocks Fats. This makes Whitey very angry and leaves the ring. Fats and Vokoun are staring each other down on the outside. Whitey is yelling for Vokoun to take off the hat, which Vokoun does. BUT VOKOUN RIPS IT APART AND CHEWS IT UP!!! Fats is distraught, and runs at Vokoun. Smokie ducks however, and starts laying in some right hands on Fats. The bell rings.
King: VOKOUN CAN'T DO THAT TO THE MAN!!!! DOES HE REALIZE HOW MUCH THAT HAT COSTS!!!!
Hoss: Oh please, Fats can buy another one. But right now, Vokoun is laying heavy rights on Fats.
-Vokoun throws Whitey in the ring. Fats crawls to the corner while Vokoun follows him. Whitey is begging for mercy, but Vokoun has none. Smokie kicks Fats in the mid section, and hits him with more right hands. Then Vokoun kicks Fats square in the head. Fats holds his in pain. Vokoun picks him and irish whips him to the ropes and hits a STIFF lariat.
-Smokie starts screaming for Whitey to get up, but Fats is slow getting up. Vokoun picks him up and throws Fats to the corner. Vokoun charges forward for a clothesline but Whitey moves out of the way. Fats then starts hitting Vokoun with lefts and rights. He then pulls Vokoun out of the corner and picks him up for a suplex. Whitey then applies an armbar on Vokoun.
Hoss: Fats is doing something smart here. He knows that one of Smokin Vokoun's most dangerous holds is that Mandible Claw. He has to damage that right arm and hand of Vokoun in order to lessen the Claw's affect.
King: Well Gorilla, Fats is not only a rich wrestler, but a smart one. He could be the one to end Smokin Vokoun's luck here tonight.
-Fats gets up and hits a Running Knee Drop on Vokoun's right arm and applies the arm bar again. Vokoun stands up to try and gain control. Fats tries to keep control by wrenching the arm. But Vokoun gains control by wrenching Fat's arm. Vokoun then hits an arm drag on Fats and applies an armbar of his own.
King: Do my eyes lye to me....did Smokin Vokoun excute a techincal wrestling move?
Hoss: I'm heard that Little Natich and Tyfo really has been training Vokoun on the mat the last few months.
-Smokie picks up Whitey and tries to throw him to the corner, but Fats reverses it. Fats then charges at Vokoun, but Vokoun moves out of the way. Vokoun goes behind Smokie and is about to hit a German Suplex, but Whitey mule kicks Vokoun in the groin.....knocking Vokoun down in pain.
Hoss: HOW WAS THAT NOT A DISQUALIFICATION!!!!!??????
King: Well the ref didn't see it. Or he may have been paid off....either way SMART MOVE!!!
-Fats looks at Vokoun and taunts him. He kicks Vokoun in the head a few times, knocking Vokoun down face first. Fat then runs the ropes and hits a RUNNING KNEE DROP RIGHT ON VOKOU'S HEAD. Fats goes for the cover.
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-Fats gets on top of Smokie and just lays into him with lefts and rights...until Smokie is busted wide open. Fats gets up and lets Vokoun try to get to his feet. When he does, Fats grabs Vokoun and hits a stiff DDT. Fats goes for the cover again.
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-Fats yells at the referee for counting too slow. He then applies a sleeper hold on Vokoun. The crowd is yelling for Vokoun to make a comeback, but Whitey has the sleeper on tight. It appears Smokie is fading. The ref checks Smokin Vokoun's arms....
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- Vokoun gets an arm raised and the crowd erupts. Vokoun starts to get up slowly. Fats still has the sleeper locked in. Vokoun elbows Whitey in the gut three times and is free from the sleeper. Fats tries to gain control again by putting the sleeper back on but Vokoun counters by picking up Whitey on his shoulders and HITS THE SAMOAN DROP. Vokoun goes for the cover.
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Hoss: What strength and guts Vokoun has. He simply will not stay down.
King: I love Whitey Fats...BUT COME ON A SLEEPER HOLD??? How cliched. Geeze.
- Vokoun gets up and sees his own blood. He gets that same crazed look in his eye. He looks at Whitey Fats trying to get to his feet. Vokoun just slumps in the corner waiting for him. The crowd screams at Fats..."SMOKIES GONNA KILL YOU....SMOKIES GONNA KILL YOU". Whitey gets to his and Vokoun sprints at Fats and hits a real stiff lariat.
Hoss: I don't know how much more Fats can take King.
- Vokoun signals that he's gonna end this thing. He throws Fats to the corner. Vokoun gets on the apron and climbs to the top rope. He then picks up Fats. HE FLYS AND CONNECTS WITH THE SMOKE BOMB!!!! Fats is not moving. But Vokoun just looks down at Whitey and smiles. His hand is in the Mandible Claw position. But then....THE LIGHTS GO OUT!!!!
Hoss: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!! WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS!!!
- The arena is completely dark. Until there is a flaming light in the middle of the ring. The lights turn back on AND IT'S THE MAN IN BLACK WITH A FLAMING CHAIR!!!! Vokoun turns around and gets hits in the back with the flaming chair, right in the ref's view. The referee calls for the bell.
King: Smokin Vokoun was yapping his mouth that he wanted The Man in Black, and it looks like he got more than he bargined for HAHAHAHA!!!!
Hoss: Somebody get some help...NOW!!!!
- The ring bell keeps ringing as The Man in Black keeps hitting Vokoun with the flaming chair. Smokie is screaming in pain as The Mani in Black turns his attention to Whitey Fats, who takes his two fingers and gives a whistle.
King: What's this?
- Just then BOILER ROOM BRAWLER walks out, unsure of himself, to face The Man in Black. The MIB just walks out of the ring. BRB walks up the steps to enter the ring. Whitey gives him a thumbs up.
The Man in Black raises the Inter-Forum Championship belt over his head and then he leaves the arena.
Vokoun struggles to get up when BRB helps him up, if not apprehensively. Vokoun then starts screaming at the entrance for the Man in Black to come back. All three men walk out of the ring together and back to the dressing room, Whitey stroking his chin in contemplating the last few minutes.
Main Event: Rules of Honor match: Jazzman V. Little Naitch
King - And now it's main event time!
Hoss- I've been waiting all night for this, let's go to the ring!
Muffer - The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is your Nite-Raw main event of the evening. Introducing first, from The City of Sin, Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... Representing The Family, this is LITTLE NAITCH!!
Naitch comes down the ramp while the new Blackjacks theme plays behind him.
Muffer- and his opponent, hailing from Upstate New York, weighing in tonight at 236 pounds, this is JAZZMAN!!!
Hurricane Season plays as Jazzman makes his way to the ring.
The two men meet in the center of the ring before moving to a collar and elbow tie up with Naitch pushing the Jazzman back into the corner. Naitch holds him in the corner in the collar and elbow as the ref administers a 5 count with Naitch breaks cleanly from at 3. Jazzman walks slowly out to the center of the ring as the two tie up again with Naitch gaining the advantage throwing on a side headlock.
Jazzman sends Naitch into the ropes and drops down, while Naitch runs over him, A leapfrog by Jazzman greets Naitch's next pass and then Jazzman takes Naitch over with a Japanese arm drag and throws on a arm lock. Naitch counters the arm lock and applies a head scissors which Jazzman nips out of. The two men make it back to their feet when Naitch takes Jazzman over with a arm drag, which leads to Jazzman's head scissors counter and a nip up by Naitch, as the crowd roars in approval!
Hoss- This is a masterclass of mat wrestling between this two men so far King!
The two men meet again at the center of the ring with the two of them trading chops. Jazzman kicks the upper hand with a stiff kick that echos throughout the arena as the crowd lets out a collective 'ooooo'. One more kick is all it takes before Naitch is forced to roll outside of the ring.
King - Don't look now gorilla, but Jazzman is going to fly!
Jazzman hits the ropes and goes for a suicide dive which is successful as the crowd goes nuts!
Hoss- High risk, High reward there for Jazzman, and this time it paid off!
Jazzman and Naitch begin to crawl up onto the ring apron and Naitch begins chopping Jazzman, who counters with kicks backing Naitch up toward the ring post. Jazzman swings his leg one more time, but catches all of the ring post!
King - Big mistake by Jazzman there Gorilla, that's the opening Naitch was looking for.
Naitch gets back in the ring as does a limping Jazzman and Naitch hits a chop block before locking in a high angle single leg crab.
Hoss- Naitch knows that Jazzman's leg is killing him right now, and he's going to take advantage of it.
Jazzman screams out in pain as he crawls toward the bottom rope. Naitch drags him back toward the center of the ring and looks to get him in the figure four, but is rolled up for a two count!
King - Even a wounded Jazzman is a dangerous Jazzman, Gorilla!
Jazzman fights his back up to his feet and hits some forearm shots on Naitch before bouncing off the ropes for his Yakuza Kick, but his foot is caught by Naitch who whips him down with a leg whip, before locking in the figure four!
Hoss- The pain must be excruciating for Jazzman here King!
Jazzman tries to reach the ropes but Naitch won't budge. The pain becomes too immense for Jazzman as he taps out!
Muffer - Ladies and Gentlemen your winner.... LITTLE NAITCH!
Naitch get’s to his feet and raises his arm victoriously as Jazzman tries to pull himself up. Naitch walks over and offers a hand to Jazzman, who takes it. Naitch pulls Jazzman up and the two shake hands. Naitch raises Jazzman’s arm. They shake hands once again, then Jazzman leaves, allowing Naitch to celebrate his win as NiteRaw concludes.
Credits: Caleb Fourchon, Tyfo, Evil M, BRB, Whitey Fats, Headbanger Man, Mad Man Mulligan, DR Jackson, Jonathan Michaels, Smokin’ Vokoun, and Jazzman
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