World WrestleCrap Federation

Ryan Blood

2010-10-06T12:16:00.003-05:00

Wrestler Name: Ryan Blood

Height(anything below 7'0): 5' 11"

Weight(anything under 400): 208

Hometown: Baltimore, MD

Alignment(heel or face): Heelish

Gimmick Description: A guy who's determined to become champion at any cost and not be overlooked, which means he'll be trying to make a name for himself at the expense of established stars.

Appearance(what does your wrestler look like?) Build similar to that of Austin Aries, skin almost too pale for television, black hair that he'll usually keep in a ponytail, full beard. Tattoo of a red cross-hairs over his heart.

Apparel(what does your wrestler wear?): Long black tights with trails of red blood drawn down the legs, red boots. Wears a black jacket to the ring.

Fighting Style(such as brawler, hardcore, ect.): High flyer/brawler with a little technical wrestling thrown in

Theme Music: Pistol Grip Pump by Rage Against The Machine http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHXZdDIkwWI

Entrance Description: Walks slowly to the ring, ignoring the fans. If his opponent's waiting for him, he'll be staring the guy down the entire time. If not, he'll just make his way down focusing on the empty ring. At the bottom of the ramp, he'll jump from the floor onto the apron and then jumping from the apron onto the top rope, diving into the ring from there and rolling to his feet in the center of the ring.

10 to 20 Moves your wrestler uses:

Swinging neckbreaker
Release German suplex into the turnbuckles (setup move for either finisher)
Clothesline
Dropkick
Missile Dropkick
Round kick
Superkick
Enzuigiri
Top rope elbow drop
Arabian press
Uranage
Corner splash
Discus clothesline
Bulldog
Jawbreaker
Shoulder blocks to an opponent in the corner
Rolling elbow
Hip toss
Suicide dive
Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker

Finishing Moves(you can do up to 2):

A.D.H. ("Assisted Diving Headbutt". An elevated DDT delivered to an opponent sat on the top turnbuckle, bringing him down to the mat headfirst. Executed against people light enough for him to lift to the top turnbuckle or who have climbed up there only to get knocked silly before they can jump off)

Dragon Sleeper (Used against anybody too heavy for him to lift to the top turnbuckle, or just whenever the opportunity presents itself)

Major America

2010-08-12T20:35:00.005-05:00

Wrestler Name: Major America

Height(anything below 7'0):6'9

Weight(anything under 400):377

Hometown: United States of America

Alignment(heel or face): Heel

Gimmick Description: 1/4 Hulk Hogan, 2/4 John Cena , 3/4 A Crazy old guy and 4/4 Ric Flair.

Appearance(what does your wrestler look like?)
A balding , orange skinned mountain of muscle with a blonde mustache.

Apparel(what does your wrestler wear?): Red , White and Blue trunks.

Fighting Style(such as brawler, hardcore, ect.):80s Powerhouse

Theme Music: Born In The USA By Bruce Springteen

Entrance Description:
Major America rides out on a Harley Davidson motorcycle with a shotgun across the handlebars and a sick child sitting on one of his shoulders and Oh Yeah he has an American flag draped over him.

10 to 20 Moves your wrestler uses:
Chokeslam
Powerslam
Running Powerslam
Scoop Slam
Bear Hug
Spinebuster
Running Leg Drop
Sleeper Hold
Clothesline from Hell
Piledriver
DDT
Gorilla Press Slam
Stinger Splash
Powerbomb
Tombstone Piledriver
Mounted Punches
Mandible Claw
Package Piledriver

Finishing Moves(you can do up to 2):
America Punch , Hell Yeah!!!!!!!!! - Superman Punch
American Spirit!!!!! Hold - STFU

Monday Niteraw - July 19, 2010

2010-07-23T02:57:00.000-05:00

Monday Niteraw - July 19, 2010

Tim Hoss: Folks, welcome to Monday NiteRaw!

Jesse King: Just one week away from Botch at the Beach, tonight, Champion and Challenger meet face to face in the Boiler Room!

Hoss: Not only that, but both Jonathan Michaels and DR Jackson will be in action tonight, plus Sparks has a chance to earn a shot at the Championship of Honor, and much more!

King: Then enough talkin’! Let’s get to our first match!

”Damn Right” Jackson V. Little Naitch

Muffer - Ladies and gentlemen, this opening contest is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit!

Too black…
Too strong…
DAMN RIGHT!
*I Made It*

Muffer - Introducing first, from West Philly, “Damn Right” Jackson!

*New Blackjacks theme*

Muffer - And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, Little Naitch!

Referee Spud Johnson calls for the bell.

Naitch and Jackson tie up, Jackson throws Naitch into the ropes. Naitch bounces back with a flying forearm, which stagger’s Jackson, but doesn’t knock him off his feet. Naitch hit’s another forearm, but Jackson stays standing! Naitch goes to the second rope for a third forearm, but Jackson catches him with a lariat! Cover!

1!
Kickout!

Jackson pulls Naitch up and whips him into the corner, running splash! Naitch staggers out of the corner, where Jackson meets him with a DDT! Cover!

1!
2!
Kickout!

Jackson drops a leg on Naitch! Cover!

1!
2!
Kickout!

Jackson runs the ropes and goes for an elbow drop, but Naitch rolls out of the way! As Jackson get’s to his feet, Naitch tackles him at the knees and forces him to the mat! He mounts him and hammers him with punches, then covers him!

1!
2!
Kickout!

Naitch drops a knee across Jackson’s leg, then goes for the Figure Four, only for Jackson to kick him off! Naitch tries again, with the same result. Jackson back up, Naitch charges, but Jackson stands his ground. Naitch throws some chops, then goes for a suplex, but the larger Jackson blocks it and hit’s a suplex of his own! Naitch struggles to his feet, but Jackson kicks him in the gut and locks on the Anxiety Adjustment, but Naitch refuses to submit! Jackson then suddenly transitions and hit’s the High Attitude! Cover!

1!
2!
3!

Muffer - Here is your winner, “Damn Right” Jackson!

Jackson raises his arms in victory.

*Backstage, we see Seth Drakin smiling.*

Seth: I am sure all of you know that apparently, Viva told me he quit. However, because I never received his letter of resignation.....he is still officially on the roster. However, he has stated that I wont be hearing the end from him and while he may be able to his money-hungry lawyers that he has been wronged, the WWCF Galaxy knows that is all full of crap.

Viva is getting exactly what he deserves for his insolence and in fact, I have decided that Viva should be competing at the ppv. Against who, you ask? Well......I have a certain person in mind who would love to get in the ring with you, but you will have to find out that answer for yourself or when he decides to reveal himself as your opponent.

Come to Botch At The Beach and wrestle, or the opportunity to discuss your grievance with me will be forever closed.

*After Seth finishes, the screen fades to black.*

Caleb Fourchon V. Dream Warrior

Muffer: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! First, from Memphis, Tennessee, weighing 200 hundred pounds, Dream Warrior!

*Default’s “The Memory Will Never Die” plays as Dream Warrior comes down from the rafters to the crowd’s applause.*

Hoss: Dream Warrior had an excellent showing last week against the seemingly unstoppable Man in Black but still came up short. Maybe tonight-- what’s wrong?

*DW’s descent stops leaving him hanging several feet above the ring. He looks up and gives the rope holding his harness a tug.*

King: Some kind of technical difficulty. Hope it doesn’t delay things too much.

*Suddenly, Caleb Fourchon slides out from under the ring wielding a length of rebar. He jumps into the ring and attacks Warrior from behind, smashing the weapon into his legs!*

Hoss: Good God! Caleb Fourchon is attacking Dream Warrior while he’s still suspended above the ring! Dream Warrior is helpless to stop him!

King: Its an ambush, Gorilla!

*People in the crowd start to scream as CF begins to hack at Warrior’s knees with the rebar. Finally DW is able to release the line attached to his harness and falls painfully to the mat. Fourchon throws the rebar over the ropes and tells Referee Lloyd McFloyd to start the match. McFloyd runs over to the downed Dream Warrior, who is still clutching his legs. The two converse, with DW nodding. He slowly gets to his feet. The ref tells Muffer to get out of the ring and signals for the bell.*

Hoss: They are actually going through with this match?! Fourchon should be immediately disqualified for attacking Dream Warrior!

King: Why? He wasn’t technically in the ring and the match hadn’t started yet. Besides, Dream Warrior wants to continue.

Hoss: That boy has more guts than brains!

*Dream Warrior launches himself at Fourchon, hitting him with a flurry of punches and elbows, knocking the bigger man back. The fans cheer, but grow concerned as DW’s legs give way. Fourchon beats at Warrior’s back and neck with his forearms, then drags him to his feet and puts him in a front facelock.*

King: Speaking of brains.... do you think Fourchon set up this whole thing? He had to, right?

Hoss: Probably. How could he have known Warrior’s harness was going to malfunction otherwise?

*Still holding onto DW’s head, Fourchon bends down and spins his own body, causing Warrior to pinwheel and hit the mat violently face first. CF grabs his legs and goes for the pin. One.. Two... Dream Warrior kicks out.*

Hoss: Dream Warrior able to survive that nasty spinning neckbreaker.

King: Maybe, but he’s just delaying the inevitable. Fourchon took out Warrior’s best weapon, his agility, when he hobbled the high flyer.

Hoss: Before the match even started!

King: Give it a rest, Gorilla.

*Caleb Fourchon glares down at Dream Warrior. He stands and begins kicking at his legs until Warrior rolls to the ropes, then walks away to catch his breath. Looking to the crowd he smirks and taps his temple with his finger, causing them to boo.*

Hoss: That smug sonuvabitch!

King: He’s a man desperate for his first victory in the WWCF. Who’s to say you wouldn’t do the same thing if you were in his place?

Hoss: Me! I’m saying it right now!

*CF watches Dream Warrior slowly pull himself up by the ropes. When he turns he gets a big boot to the face from Fourchon, who then scoops him up, slings him over his shoulder, and drops Warrior head first onto the mat with a back to belly piledriver. He goes for the pin. One, Two, Three!*

King: And its done.

Muffer: Here is your winner, Caleb Fourchon.

*The crowd boos as Fourchon taps the side of his forehead again. He hooks his arms over the top rope then flips backwards out of the ring.*

Hoss: Fourchon may have gotten his first win in the World Wrestle Crap Federation tonight, Jesse, but he sure didn’t earn it!

*Fourchon picks up the rebar he used to assault Dream Warrior with and rests it across his shoulders. He walks up the ramp, smiling broadly. In the ring McFloyd is helping Dream Warrior to his feet. DW grabs Muffer’s mic.*

Dream Warrior: Fourchon! I swear this isn’t over! I’ll be out for your blood next time we face off. You can come after me with all the cheap shots and ‘langiappe’ you want, but you will never be able to kill my dream!

*The crowd cheers DW’s words as Fourchon stops at the top of the ramp to look at Dream Warrior, his grin slipping slightly.*

Colt V. Whitey Fats

Muffer - The following contest is set for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit!

Classy southern music plays over the speaker as Whitey Fats enters, accompanied by a confused looking Boiler Room Brawler.

Hoss - The Boiler Room Brawler looks like he doesn’t have a clue, Jess!

King - Probably because he doesn’t, Gorilla!

Muffer - Introducing first, from Starke, Florida, weighing in at 280 pounds, Whitey Fats!

"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

A loud cheer goes up as Colt makes his way to the ring.

Muffer - And his opponent, from Adelaide, Australia, Colt!

The bell rings and the two lock up. Whitey pushes Colt back into the corner, but Colt charges back out and tackles Whitey to the mat! He throws some punches, then a headbutt! Whitey clutches his forehead, as Colt backs up. As Whitey get’s to his feet, Colt hit’s him with a dropkick, taking him off his feet once more! Cover!

1!
Kickout!

Both men back up, Whitey with some punches, but Colt blocks them with a jawbreaker! As Whitey stumbles around, Colt runs the ropes and hit’s a Million Dollar Kneelift! As Whitey tries to pull himself up, he gives BRB some sort of instructions. Whitey back up and Colt hit’s a running neckbreaker! Colt goes to the top rope, but BRB shoves him off! Colt yells at BRB, who tries to stammer a response. Jazzman runs out!

King - What is Jazzman doing out here?!

Hoss - Well, Colt asked Jazzman to be his tag team partner last week, so maybe this is Jazzman’s way of giving an answer!

Jazzman get’s in BRB’s face, while BRB tries to explain himself. In all the confusion, Whitey rolls Colt up!

1!
2!
3!

Muffer - Here is your winner, Whitey Fats!

Whitey quickly rolls to the outside and goes after Jazzman! Colt makes the save, as Whitey escapes through the crowd, yelling for BRB to follow.

Jazzman and Colt angrily watch the two leave.

Hoss - Whitey get’s the upset win, but this looks far from over, Jess!

King - No doubt, Gorilla! This is not the last we’ve heard of this issue!

Square and The Hangman V. HME Security

Micheal Muffer: The following contest is set for one fall, coming to the ring first they are Vince Hetfield and Axl Roth The Heavy Metal Hollywood Security Guards!

Saints of Los Angeles plays as Hetfield and Roth, both wearing HMH t-shirts and jeans, walk to the ring

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The heavies of Heavy Metal Hollywood Roth and Hetfield taking on there employer's opponents come Botch at the Beach Square and Hangman

Jesse King: Or HangSquare as I've dubbed them, in all serious though has Roth and Hetfield ever wrestled before?

Micheal Muffer: And there opponents, at a combined weight of 510 pounds they are representing the Human Hate Machine Square and The Hangman!

I Don't Care hits and Square and Hangman appear on stage both making belt signals and then sprint down to the ring, with the Gaurds jumping out of the ring

Hoss: The HMH Guards do not seem to want any of the Hate Machine

King: They have there orders and are just sticking to it, they do not want to get involved in a brawl with these two because Square and Hangman are two of the toughest sons of bitches this company has ever seen

Hetfield and Hangman start of for both teams, with Hangman getting the advantage quickly with a series of hip tosses and then a double arm suplex. Roth gets tagged in, and sprints at Hangman but gets greeted with a boot in the face. Roth gets dragged over to the Machine corner and Square, already on the top rope, gets tagged in and delivers a elbow drop then covers

1
2
Hetfield breaks the pinfall

Hoss: Strong start from the Hate Machine, trying to end this match early

King: The sooner they can end this, the less chance of being hurt before the tag title match simple really.

Square throws Roth into the Hate Machine corner, and Hetfield tries to jump Square but follows his partner into the same corner. Square walks to the opposite corner and then lands a running hip attack, tagging in Hangman afterwards who delivers a vicious body splash onto both men who stumble out of the corner.

Hoss: Hangman grabs Roth and pulls him up into the suplex postion, Square's got Hetfield on his shoulders. L7 and Slash Buster! Goodnight!

Hangman covers Roth
1
2
3

Muffer: Here are your winners Square and the Hangman!

Square and Hangman get there hands raised, and then climb the turnbuckles to pose.

Hoss: The Human Hate Machine have just disposed of the security guards, but what about there employers?

King: We may not have to wait for the PPV, look who just entered the ring.

Hoss: Dave and Headbanger have jumped into the ring from the crowd, what the hell are they gonna do?

Dave, carrying his eletric guitar, and Headbanger, with a cymbol in hand, strike the obvlious foes in the back with a mighty thud. Square falls headfirst off the turnbuckles onto the apron and Hangman falls into Headbanger who hits the Double Bass DDT onto the cymbol whilst Dave places the uncounious Square onto the ring steps and smashes the eletric guitar over his head.

Hoss: The Human Hate Machine have just been left bloodied and battered after a vicious attack from the tag team champions. Will the man of 1000 nicknames and the real life horror movie be able to make it to Botch At The Beach?

Sparks V. an Opponent Chosen by Evil M

Muffer - The following contest is a Rules of Honor match, set for one fall. If Sparks wins, he will earn an opportunity to challenge for the Championship of Honor at Botch at the Beach!

*Caught in a Web*

Sparks enters, carrying Scar in a cage.

Muffer - Introducing first, Sparks!

Sparks enters the ring, holds up Scar, then hands the cage to a ring attendant, who carries it to the back.

Muffer - And his opponent…

Evil M appears on the CrapTron.

M - So Sparks. I see you’re out here, all ready to go. Well that’s great. I’m glad to see you have no fear of the unknown. Because your opponent could literally be anyone. It could be Jonathan Michaels, that dishonorable degenerate. It could be that vile, sinister lowlife, Amigo. Hell, it could be my good friend Yellow Jacket. But it’s not. Because he’s injured.

However Sparks, your opponent is someone you’ve faced before. Someone who’s beaten you before. I know, that’s a lot of people, but still. This person made you TAP OUT.

As M taunts Sparks, we see him sneaking up behind Sparks in the ring!

Hoss - Wait a second! That’s Evil M coming up behind Sparks!

King - Hahaha, brilliant plan by Evil M!

M - In fact, Sparks. This opponent is someone you-

The feed cuts off as Sparks suddenly spins around and cradles M! Spud Johnson calls for the opening bell!

1!
2!
3!

Muffer - Here is your winner, Sparks!

M sits up, slapping the mat in frustration as Sparks quickly rolls to the outside, celebrating.

Hoss - Ladies and gentlemen, this means Sparks will now challenge Evil M for the Championship of Honor next week at Botch at the Beach!

King - I can’t believe it! I can’t believe Sparks pinned the Champion!

Hoss - So much for do it yourself, huh Jess?

Mad Man Mulligan is backstage.

Silly General! I was never going to eat that blithering slobbery primate you call a friend! NO MONKEY EATER AM I! It says in my Book of Madness that to truly destroy one's enemies you must confuse them. The Book is all, and it shall guide me to my salvation. I shall walk the path of Madness to achieve my ends. That path leads through you General, through Botch at the Beach and onward to glory and salvation. What's say you and me have a little ......STUFFED MONKEY ON A POLE MATCH! If.....nonono WHEN I win.....I shall lead my crusade against sanity and begin to show the WWCF the true salvation that only the Book of Madness can provide. Oh yessss.......only in madness can one find the truth......BWA-HAHAHAHAHA!

Mad Man Mulligan V. Kris Kobain

Gorilla Tim Hoss: It’s an exhibition match between Mad Man, The Prophet of Madness, and Kris Kobain.

Jesse King: You got that right, Gorilla, it should be an interesting matchup for the fans.

Michael Muffer: Our next match is scheduled for one fall…

*They’re Coming to Take Me Away – Napoleon XIV*

Mad Man walks out with pamphlets, handing them out to random audience members.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Mad Man is one of the latest recruits to the WWCF.

Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring, hailing from W-S, NC, weighing in at 250lbs, he is the Prophet of Madness, Mad Man!

Mad Man enters the ring, the Book of Madness in hand.

Jesse King: Mad Man is here to preach the word of madness, Gorilla. He claims that salvation can only be attained by reaching a state of insanity.

Michael Muffer: And his opponent…

*Siva – Smashing Pumpkins*

The crowd pops as Kris Kobain enters the arena, raising his arms as pyro explodes behind him.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: But Kris Kobain is probably of little faith in what Mad Man has to say.

Kris Kobain walks down the ramp to the ring as Mad Man stands with the Book of Madness in hand.

Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring, hailing from Seattle, WA, weighing in at 200lbs, Kris… Kobain!

Kris Kobain stands at the apron, back to the ropes, and extends his arms for his signature pose. Mad Man takes the Book of Madness, runs up behind Kobain, and bashes him in the back of the head, knocking him to the arena floor.

Jesse King: And Mad Man begins preaching his word!

Referee John Creed starts the match as MM slides under the bottom rope to kick KK.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The Book of Madness seems to have no texts on honor.

KK stands back up just in time to meet a few of MM's punches. KK is backed up to the guardrail as Creed counts one.

Jesse King: Kris Kobain's cockiness allowed him to be cold cocked, Gorilla.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: In a manner of speaking Jesse.

MM winds up, spins around, and delivers a discus clothesline to KK, sending him over the guardrail. Creed counts two.

Jesse King: That was a mighty discus clothesline from Mad Man, TH.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Hm...

MM slides back into the ring as Creed counts three.

Jesse King: What?

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, I can't help but wonder...

KK slings one arm over the guardrail and begins standing up as Creed counts four. MM paces about in the ring.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Our Inter-Forum Champion, the Man in Black, also has used a discus clothesline...

Jesse King: And what? Lots of people have used a discus clothesline. It maximizes impact potential by utilizing extra velocity with the spin.

MM stops and looks out as KK climbs over the guard rail and heads for the ring. Creed counts five.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well...

Jesse King: Well nothing! Mad Man has only been around for about a month. The Man in Black has been around since last December...

KK slides into the ring and is met with stomps from MM. He slides back out of the ring, snatching MM by the boot and toppling him onto his back.

Jesse King: There's no way that our CEO Seth Drakin would have wittingly let a "Man in Black" into the company without ID...

KK poses to the crowd, and then drops an elbow onto MM's ankle. MM retracts his leg back into the leg and clutches it in pain as KK slides back into the ring.

Jesse King: If Mad Man really was the Man in Black, then he would have been in this company as an unofficial employee for over six months.

KK climbs to the top rope. MM stands up just in time for KK to turn around, and leap off with a moonsault, toppling him back to the mat.

Jesse King: Your little theory is patently absurd.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well excuse me, King.

KK covers for the pin. Creed counts one, tw-MM kicks out. KK stands up and squats down, waiting for MM to stand back up. MM stands back up, shaking his head a little, and then turns around as KK delivers a super kick. MM catches it and drives it over the second rope, impacting with KK's groin. KK hops away, clutching his groin from the impact. MM capitalizes with a mafia kick to KK's head, knocking him to the mat.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: That was quite the exchange between Kris Kobain and Mad Man. Mad Man is fresh. What skill and experience he may lack he can make up with his potentially fresh skill set.

MM drops down to his knees over KK and starts blatantly choking him.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Mad Man is blatantly choking Kobain!

Creed gives MM a warning but he is ignored. KK tries to reach for the ropes but he's in the middle of the ring. Creed counts one, two, thr-MM lets go of KK and walks away.

Jesse King: The Book of Madness has taught Mad Man well. It has taught him to stretch the rules just far enough that they don't snap.

KK crawls to the ropes and starts getting up. MM runs behind him and starts forcing KK's neck over the ropes, choking him out.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: And Mad Man is back to strangling Kobain! Creed should disqualify him!

MM continues to lean over and choke KK over the second rope as Creed counts one, two, thr- MM lets go of KK again and walks away.

Jesse King: I'm liking Mad Man's style here. He's bashed Kris Kobain in the back of the head and choked him twice in a row now and boy is Kris Kobain looking worse for wear. And the match continues!

KK climbs his way back to a standing position with help of the ropes. MM grabs the Book of Madness.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: What the hell is Mad Man doing? The match is going on now, he'll be disqualified if he uses the book now!

Jesse King: Well, he is named, "Mad Man."

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Being mad doesn't mean being stupid.

KK throws a kick at MM, who holds onto the book. KK uses the ropes to pull himself up and then to rebound off the second rope to kick MM in the face, knocking him to the mat, the Book of Madness tumbling out of his hands. KK collapses back into the ropes to breathe.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Good moves by Kris Kobain. This match hasn't treated him very well tonight but he appears to be fighting his way back into controlling the match against Mad Man.

MM clutches his face as KK climbs onto the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd.

Jesse King: It's that same hubris of Kris Kobain that was getting him thrashed throughout this match tonight. The General of the Monkey Army ought to take notes.

KK leaps forward for a swanton bomb, landing squarely onto MM. The crowd pops.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The General is a no nonsense man. Mad Man even threatened to consume monkey flesh...

KK covers for the pin. Creed counts one, two- MM kicks out.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The General uses Tinkers and Bongo to their full potential. He proved last month at Wheel of Misfortune that he may lose a battle, but he will win the war...

KK and MM get up. KK, his back to the ropes, leans into them and uses the rebound for momentum to leap into the air for a flying forearm strike but MM sidesteps him.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: And at Botch at the Beach, Mad Man and The General of the Monkey Army will face off in a Stuffed Monkey on a Pole Match. I cannot wait to see how that match goes down.

MM stomps on KK, who quickly scrambles back to his feet. MM Irish whips KK but retracts him and locks in a sleeper hold.

Jesse King: Mad Man does appear to have some real skill. He is rather unpredictable. I'm kinda curious as to what he was planning to do with the Book of Madness earlier.

KK struggles within MM's grip and manages to lunge a foot out to reach the ropes, latching on. Creed tells MM to let go, but MM maintains the hold.

Jesse King: Mad Man knows a good strategy and he's gonna choke out Kobain!

Creed counts one, two, thr-MM releases KK, who takes a few steps before MM locks in a full nelson and then slams him face first onto the mat.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The Brain Scrambler! The Brain Scrambler, King!

Jesse King: It's over now! You watching this, General?

MM turns KK over and goes for the pin. He puts his forearm over Kobain's throat as Creed counts one.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Mad Man is choking Kris Kobain!

Creed counts two.

Jesse King: If he can't breathe, he might not kick out!

Creed counts three.

*They're Coming To Take Me Away! - Napoleon XIV*

Gorilla Tim Hoss: No! That was treachery!

Michael Muffer: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall: The Prophet of Madness... Mad Man!

Jesse King: Mad Man stuck to a good strategy and it paid off. BRB oughtta read that pamphlet and look into conversion.

Mad Man grabs the Book of Madness and leaves the ring as Kris Kobain remains on his back, gasping for breath.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Creed didn't see Mad Man sneak in one more act of treachery!

Jesse King: Hey, they fought pretty well but Mad Man is a new breed of crazy, probably only rivaled by our Hardcore Champion, the Smokin' Vokoun.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well I can only hope that The General teaches Mad Man a lesson in cold, effective sanity!

Main Event: Jonathan Michaels V. Amigo

Muffer - The following contest is set for one fall and it is your NiteRaw main event!

*Welcome to Hell*

Muffer - Introducing first, from Tempe, Arizona, weighing in at 214 pounds, Amigo!

*DOA*

Muffer - And his opponent. Being accompanied by Sara Nakatomi. From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 240 pounds, Jonathan Michaels!

John Creed calls for the bell.

Hoss - And away we go!

Michaels and Amigo tie up and jockey for position. Michaels shoots behind and takes Amigo to the mat! He quickly scoots around for a front chinlock, but Amigo fights out of it with elbows and a knee. Both men back up, Amigo charges, Michaels catches him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Cover!

1!
Kickout!

King - Big move there, but it’s too early in the match!

Michaels quickly clamps on a headlock! Amigo fights free, but Michael picks him up and hit’s a modified atomic drop! Amigo stumbles forward and Michaels hit’s a diving lariat, knocking Amigo through the ropes to the outside! Jonathan follows as Creed begins his count.

“1!”
Amigo and Michaels trade punches on the outside.
“2!”
Amigo throws Jonathan into the side of the barrier and throws some chops!
“3!”
Jonathan reverses it and hits some chops of his own!
“4!”
Jonathan tries to whip Amigo into the ringpost…
“5!”
…but Amigo reverses it and Michaels goes face first into the post!
“6!”
Amigo pulls up Michaels, who is busted open, and tosses him back in the ring!
“7!”
Amigo also rolls back in, breaking the count.

Amigo slams Michaels, then backs up, before dropping a knee across the face of the prone former Champion of Honor! Amigo then climbs to the middle rope and drops another knee!

Hoss - Jonathan Michaels is in a bad way, Jess!

King - I’d be shocked if he can even finish the match!

Amigo picks Jonathan up and hangs him upside down in the corner.

Hoss - Amigo with bad intentions in mind here, Jess!

Amigo backs up, then runs at Michaels, catching him with a knee to the midsection! Michaels falls to the mat, where Amigo sits him up.

King - Uh-oh, Gorilla! We all know what’s comin’ next!

Amigo goes for the Bom-Ba-Ye…

BUT MICHAELS CATCHES THE LEG AND LOCKS ON THE KEYGRIP!!

Hoss - KEYGRIP!!! Michaels locks on the Keygrip!

Amigo tries to grab the rope, but Michaels quickly pulls him back to the middle of the ring! Amigo screams, but tries to get to the ropes again! Michaels again pulls him back, but this time Amigo flips him over into a rollup!

1!
Amigo grabs the bottom rope!
2!
3!

Muffer - Here is your winner, Amigo!

Amigo quickly rolls to the outside, but Michaels follows him! Jonathan rams him into the ringpost, then goes for a stinger splash, but Amigo moves! Jonathan eats the ringpost, as Amigo beats a quick retreat, passing DR Jackson on the ramp. Jackson walks over to Michaels and pulls his head up by the hair. He says something to Michaels that the mic can’t pick up, then drops his bloodied soon to be opponent. He goes to leave, but Michaels clutches his leg! Jackson kick’s him off and continues up the ramp, but Michaels suddenly shows life and tackles Jackson from behind!

Hoss - Unbelievable! Jonathan Michaels has been battered, beaten, and bloodied, yet he still fights!

Michaels and Jackson brawl on the ramp until referees and security run out to break it up! They get the two separated, but this is obviously not over.

King - Gorilla, these two will meet at Botch at the Beach in a number one contenders match! If this is any indication, we are in for one hell of a match!

The Boiler Room

BRB is counting cash when Tyfo walks in.

BRB: Uh... who-

Tyfo: The Pain Train, BRB; Tyfo. Mister Money in the Bank. The man who's gonna challenge our fellow Family member Jay Carroll for the World Championship. Remember?

BRB blinks.

BRB: You're facing a fellow Family member?

Tyfo: You know what, Don't worry about it right now. I know your kind of....not all there at the moment, so just let me handle this...

Last week I came on Niteraw and said I was tired of sitting around waiting for Botch at the Beach to come. I didn't want to just lay back and relax anymore. Mr. Drakin, I appreciated the time off, but I'm ready to go now. So I decided to come to the Boiler Room, and I invited my opponent, the WWCF Champion Jay Carroll to join me.

Well, I haven't heard a thing out of Jay in the last seven days, nothing. And as you can see, he's not here in the Boiler Room with BRB and myself. Because of my respect for my fellow Family member and our World Champ, I'm going to assume that he's intensely training for his upcoming title defense against yours truly. Because I know your not afraid to come out here this week, and I know if you could be here, you would be.

But for all the respect that I have for you Jay, you are going to have to respect the fact that at Botch at the Beach, your WWCF Championship will become mine!

I've been in this company since day, hour, minute, second number one! I'm a patient guy and I've waited for my chance to come. I've watched people come and go, and come back and go again, but I've been right here the whole time. Last year when I won Money in the Bank, I knew that the wheels were finally in motion and that when the time was right I would take that final step up the ladder and become World Champion. And that is exactly what I intend to do at Botch at the Beach. I've climbed the ladder to the very top, and that top step has your name on it Jay.

Friend, Family member, whatever. It doesn't matter to me anymore who's standing in front of me. Because after 3 years of preparing for this moment, nobody..........NOBODY is going to slow down this runaway Pain Train.

Jay Carroll, wherever you are right now, just know, your about to step right in the middle of the tracks, and I'm the Train that's gonna run you down! Your championship is coming home to me and after Botch at the Beach, finally, finally, FINALLY! Tyfo will be the WWCF Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD.........with all due respect.

BRB: Okay, well. Good luck with that.

Hoss: Folks, next Monday night, live from Parts Unknown Beach, it’s Botch at the Beach!

King: I can’t wait, Gorilla! Tyfo and Carroll for the World Title, Metal Express defend the Tag belts against the Hate Machines, and Jackson/Michaels!

Hoss: Plus, some new additions to the show. First off, we have a special non-title match between Hardcore Champion The Smokin’ Vokoun and Inter-Forum Champion The Man in Black!

King: After what’s happened to BRB at The Man in Black’s hands, what kinda war are we gonna see?!

Hoss: As a result of Sparks’ win earlier tonight, he will now challenge the Champion of Honor Evil M!

King: Sparks has gotten a few over M recently, Gorilla, but The Evil One isn’t the Champ for nothin’!

Hoss: Announced earlier tonight, Mad Man Mulligan will battle the General of the Monkey Army in a stuffed monkey on a pole match!

King: We’ve seen some bizarre matches Gorilla, most involving the General, but this one has the potential to be the craziest yet!

Hoss: And just announced, a big tag team encounter! Following the controversial ending to the Colt/Whitey match, we have just learned that Colt and Jazzman will team up to face Whitey and BRB!

King: This match will be very interesting Gorilla, partly because we haven’t seen BRB compete since his accident at Wheel of Misfortune!

Hoss: Plus, will Viva Los Bio Dome show up, and if so, who is this opponent Seth has promised?!

King: I can think of quite a few people who’d like a piece of Viva, so I can’t wait to see who it is!

Hoss: Folks, next Monday night. Call your cable providers. Botch at the Beach. Don’t miss it. Goodnight, folks!

Credits: Evill M, Seth Drakin, Caleb Fourchon, Square, Mad Man Mulligan, BRB, and Tyfo

Monday Niteraw - July 12, 2010

2010-07-23T02:50:00.000-05:00

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!

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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

Monday Niteraw - July 5, 2010

2010-07-06T03:45:00.000-05:00

Monday NiteRaw - July 5, 2010

*Its A Small World plays and a representative of Disney comes to the ring.*

Rep.: As you may have heard, WWCF CEO Seth Drakin has demanded that one of the representatives to this wonderful company come to this ring because he has something to say. Well, I am here to represent Disney so come on out and let's get this over with.

*Master of Puppets and the WWCF CEO comes out with a briefcase. He enters the ring and looks at the Disney representative.*

Seth: First off, I would like thank you for giving me the time out of your busy schedule for you to show up. Secondly, I would like to talk to you about some of the demands Disney has made towards us.

Rep.: You mean about toning down the violence? Well, apparently you didn't listen because you are having a Hell in a Cell Match here tonight. I guess we will have to drop our sponsership and in fact, Nintendo might drop th...

Seth: You might want to stop right there because I recieved a call from the good folks at Nintendo and they told me about your plans to drop out. They also told me that you wanted them to join and they flat out refused.

*The Disney rep looks uneasy.*

Seth: You see, after that whole thing you tried to pull with our former CEO.......it was hard for me to give your company a second chance at a relationship between us, but whoever it was that did your sales pitch was very convincing so I decided why not. I believed people could change as evidenced by our new Champion of Honor Evil M.

But thanks to constant meddling on your company's behalf, I see not everyone can change. It seems you still want this company all for yourselves and I am tired of dealing with this nonsense. So let's make this official.
*Seth offers a handshake while the fans boo this apparent sell of the company. The representative seems happy and shakes Seth's hand which causes more boos. But those boos stop when Seth kicks the representative in the stomach. He then gives the Disney rep. the Tail's End as the fans cheer as he looks at the downed rep*

Seth: You seem to forget a few things. 1) I am the Puppet Master so trusting me is probably the worst mistake you will ever make; and 2) I merely said I was tired of dealing with this nonsense and I know you still want this company for yourself. I never said anything about me handing it over.

Instead......

*Seth goes into suitcase and grabs what looks like a check.*

Seth: I am terminating our relationship and since our current deal still has you giving us money for sponsorship. I am giving you a check of what is left of that deal. So why don't you eat that.

*Seth shoves the check down the representative's mouth.*

Seth: I think we are done here.

*Master of Puppets plays as Seth Drakin has security come out and help remove the representative. Seth leaves with his suitcase to cheers from the crowd.*

Tim Hoss: Folks, welcome to a special edition of Monday NiteRaw! As some of you may know, Sunday Night Heatz was canceled over the weekend, but in it’s place, NiteRaw is expanding to three hours! It gives me great pleasure to welcome the former Heatz announce team to call our opening match tonight!

Smokin Vokoun vs Inspector Shetty

Muffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

*Wannabe In L.A. by Eagles Of Death Metal*

Muffer: Coming down the asle, from Bombay England. Weighing in at 265 pounds.....Inspector Shetty!!!!

Shetty walks to the ring to boos. He is arguing with fans, saying that tonight will be the start of his comeback.

Michael Gettenpill: Inspector Shetty, he's trying to get back in the swing of things in the WWCF. Maybe he can get back on track.

Sinnerman by Nina Simone plays and the pop is HUGE.

Sean Kelly: Well Michael judging by that music, he's gonna have his hands full tonight.

Muffer: And his opponent....representing The Family.....from Chicago, IL. Weighing in 280 pounds....he is the WWCF Hardcore Champion...Smokin Vokoun!!!!

- Vokoun walks slowly to the ring. He has a huge pop, he screams and calls certain people in the crowd "freaks". He gets to the ring and yells at Inspector Shetty.

Sean Kelly: Michael, the crowd loves this self proclaimed "Freak". He is coming off a brutal Hell in a Cell hardcore match against Headbanger. Is he 100 percent?

Michael Gettenpill: I believe the more Vokoun is hurt, the more dangerous he becomes. Shetty needs to beat a injured Vokoun quickly if he has any chance. But Shetty is a seasoned veteran who knows what he's doing.

- Vokoun is still slumped in the corner as Shetty is yelling at Vokoun to come after him. The crowd boos Shetty loudly and Shetty gets distracted by the crowd. When Shetty turns his back to yell at the crowd, Vokoun runs at him at hits a stiff Running Lariat.

- Vokoun starts pounding on Shetty with several hard right hands. And then goes to bite Shetty, but the ref sees this and pulls Vokoun off. Vokoun just glares at the ref and goes to pick up Shetty. Vokoun throws Shetty to the corner. He hits Shetty with a few Bionic Elbows. Shetty walks out of the corner holding his head, but Vokoun runs up behind him and hits a Running Bulldog. He goes for the cover.

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- Vokoun goes to pick up Shetty, but Shetty throws punches to Smokies gut. The Inspector gains control and hits some solid European Uppercuts. He Irish whips Vokoun and then hits a Big Boot. Vokoun doesn't go down however. However, he does go down after Shetty hits a Lariat. Shetty taunts the crowd and gets showered with boos.

Sean Kelly: Well Shetty isn't going to get any love from the WWCF Galaxy. Even though he's doing rather well against Vokoun so far.
Michael Gettenpill: Shetty is a great and underrated brawler. He shouldn't be underestimated.

- Shetty picks up Vokoun and hits some more Uppercuts. He then signals to the crowd and tries to hit an STO, but that's blocked by Vokoun and he counters the STO with a Belly To Belly Suplex. Vokoun screams to the crowd and goes for the Mandible Claw...but Shetty sees this and runs out of the ring.

Sean Kelly: Not only is Shetty an underrated Brawler, but he is rather smart. He knew that Vokoun was gonna go for the Mandible Claw and he ran out just before Vokoun could apply it.

-Shetty tries to take a breather on the outside, but Vokoun leaves the ring to and chases Shetty. The ref counts both men.

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-Vokoun grabs Shetty and throws him face first into the steel steps. Vokoun kicks Shetty in the head for good measure.
Vokoun then picks up Shetty and tries to shoot him to the steel post, but Shetty reverses it and Smokie hits the steel post head first.

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-Shetty rolls in and rolls out of the ring to break the count. Vokoun is on the ground holding his head. Shetty picks up and sets up Vokoun and hits a Spike Piledriver ON THE OUTSIDE!! Shetty taunts the crowd and taunts Vokoun, who is holding his neck.

Michael Gettenpill: That was a vicious move by Shetty. Vokoun was already injured, I don't think he needed a hurt neck as well.

Sean Kelly: Shetty can pick up the upset here.

-Shetty throws VOkoun back in the ring. Vokoun is lying face down in the ring and Shetty stands over him. He picks up Vokoun and shoots him to the ropes and hits a stiff Spinebuster. Shetty gets up quickly and signals that he wants to end the match. He stalks Vokoun, waiting for him to get up. When a dazed Vokoun gets up, Shetty goes for the Indian De-Railment. However, Vokoun counters with a Samoan Drop!!!

-Vokoun gets up and glares at Shetty, who is stunned on the mat. Vokoun picks up Shetty and throws him to the corner. Vokoun goes to the rope, picks up Shetty and flies with THE SMOKE BOMB!!!! Vokoun covers.

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-Vokoun pulls up. He's not done yet. He throws an almost half dead Shetty to the corner and goes to the top rope again. He picks up Shetty and holds him, but before Vokoun leaps he yells "THIS IS FOR YOU BRB!!!!" And then flies for a second SMOKE BOMB. But Instead of covering Shetty, Vokoun goes nuts and applies THE MANDIBLE CLAW!!! Since Shetty is already dazed, he isn't putting much of a fight, HE THEN PASSES OUT!!!!

Muffer: Here is your winner....SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!

Michael Gettenpill: Well despite a great effort on Inspector Shetty's part, Vokoun picks up yet another win and it was a tough one. Sean Kelly is in the ring with Smokin Vokoun. Lets go to the ring.

Sean Kelly: Smokie, that was a hell of a match. Even better, it's even more impressive that you were able to beat such a tough opponent, even after going through the literal hell that was the Inferno TLC Hell in the Cell match and Wheel of Misfortune.

Smokin Vokoun: Sean....last Monday night WAS THE MOST HELL THAT I'VE EVER HAD TO GO THROUGH!!!! It's not just because the match itself was brutal, but how Headbanger Man was brutal. HE NEARLY KILLED ME IN THAT RING!!!! BUT I LOVE WHEN WRESTLERS TRY AND DO THAT!!!! Because it lights that fire inside of me. I'm like a ticking time bomb, YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN I'M GONNA GO OFF. Headbanger learned that last Monday Night, Inspector Shetty learned that tonight as well. You see Sean, I'm like that old dog who gets kicked around beaten up....BUT KEEPS COMING BACK FOR MORE!!!! And that's why no one can beat me Sean, because the only way to beat me....is to kill me. Headbanger, I know your watching this from your hospital bed. I know you think that you can beat me...well I am VERY WILLING TO GIVE YOU ANOTHER SHOT!!!! BECAUSE I LOVE BEATING UP PHONY PRICKS LIKE YOU!!!!! I don't know it it's tomorrow, next week OR EVEN THE NEXT PPV!!!! I DON'T CARE, I WANT YOU IN THE RING AGAIN!!!!!!!

Kelly: Smokie, before you went for your second Smoke Bomb against Shetty....why were you screaming "This is for you BRB?"

Smokin Vokoun: Because Sean, Boiler Room Brawler is in worse shape, then I am at this point. The damage that he got during that match at Wheel of Misfortune may be permanent and he didn't deserve something. AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU MAN IN BLACK!!!!! OR WHOEVER YOU ARE!!!! You know what Sean, I'm in a challenging mood. I want to venge my Hardcore Brother BRB and make a challenge to YOU MAN IN BLACK. I don't care if its for your title or not...I WANT YOU IN THE RING!!!!! And let me tell you something Man in Black.....YOU WON'T EVER SURVIVE A MATCH WITH ME AND I WILL KILL YOU!!!!! And as we all know.....Smokin Vokoun.....

Crowd follows along

Vokoun:....isn't jokin.

-Vokoun leaves the ring to a huge pop.

Sean Kelly: Ladies and gentleman....SMOKIN VOKOUN...WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!

M.O.P. V. Blackout

Muffer - The following contest is set for one fall, with a ten minute time limit.

An ominous beat comes over the PA as Blackout makes his way to the ring.

Muffer - Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 295 pounds, Blackout!

*Days of the Phoenix*

Muffer - And his opponent, from Bergen County, New Jersey, weighing in at 232 pounds, M.O.P.!

Referee Will Alphonzo calls for the bell.

The two lock up, M.O.P. locks on a wristlock, Blackout flips out of it, clothesline’s M.O.P., then drops an elbow. Cover!

1!
Kickout!

Blackout pulls M.O.P. up and whips him into the ropes, but it’s reversed! M.O.P. catches Blackout as he comes back with a dropkick! Blackout scrambles back to his feet, but he walks into a kick to the midsection, then M.O.P. hit’s the Jersey Driver! Cover!

1!
2!
3!

Muffer - Here is your winner, M.O.P.!

Hoss - M.O.P. comes up with a win here tonight on NiteRaw!

King - What will be next for the former Inter-Forum Champion?!

Hoss - Who knows, Jess?! Who knows?

The camera cuts to Whitey Fats, sitting in a nice office, with several hot chicks who resemble strippers "working".

There is no need to introduce myself, after all, I am the reason you fans are here tonight.

While I was gone, I received tens of thousands of barely literate letters from fans asking when their Wrestling Messiah had gone. As some of you might remember I won the lottery shortly before I left. I went to prove just how much better I am than anyone else on the roster. I went to business school, and have tripled my already massive bank account.

But I need a partner. Resumes will be accepted at wrestlingmessiah@whiteyfats.com.

*tips cowboy hat*

The General of the Monkey Army V. Mad Man Mulligan

Muffer - This bout is set for one fall, with a ten minute time limit.

*King Kong 2004*

The General, Tinkers, and Bongo make their way to the ring.

Muffer - Accompanied by Bongo and Tinkers, weighing in at 225 pounds, and hailing from Lansing, Michigan, he is The General of the Monkey Army!

*They’re Coming To Take Me Away!*

Mad Man Mulligan walks out and slides under the bottom rope, where The General catches him with a series of stomps and knees. John Creed signals for the bell.

The General pulls Mulligan up and slams him back down. Cover!

1!
Kickout!

The General shoots Mulligan into the ropes and catches him with a back body drop, but Mulligan hooks The General’s legs and pulls him into a sunset flip cover!

1!
Kickout!

The General is back up, but Mulligan hit’s a lariat, then a big splash! Cover!

1!
The General shoves Mulligan off!

Mulligan is back to his feet and charges, but The General monkey flips him! Mulligan back up, but Bongo jumps up on the apron and grabs him from behind! The General charges with a clothesline, but Mulligan moves! The General stops just short of hitting Bongo, but Mulligan grabs him from behind in a full nelson, then hit’s a bulldog! He then steps over into a full nelson toehold!

Hoss - Mulligan calls this the Madness Lock!

The General taps!

Muffer - Here is your winner, Mad Man Mulligan!

King - What a win for the new guy, Gorilla!

Hoss - Mad Man Mulligan certainly has made an impression in his debut, Jess!

The Hangman V. D-Day Dave w/ Alexa Anderson

Michael Muffer- The following contest is set for one fall.

"Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue plays on the PA"

Rock concert strobe lights turn on at the entance and some pyro goes off. Dave walks out holding his V shaped guitar with Alexa by his side. They both get into the ring, go to the middle and alexa snaps down into a Playboy pose at Dave's feet as he poses with his guitar.

Michael Muffer- Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, representing Heavy Metal Hollywood, and one-half of the WWCF World Tag Team Champions............D-Day Dave!!!!

The crowd erupts with boos in disgust with a few people scattered in the crowd chanting D-Day, holding up lighters, and wearing Heavy Metal Hollywood T-shirts.

King- Now here is my kind of guy. A Hollywood guy just like me.

Hoss- There must be something in the water there to make people full of themselves.

King- Hey don't be jealous Gorilla. It's not my fault your from Oklahoma.

"Ballad of a Hangman by Grave Digger plays on the PA"

A chainsaw is heard started and The Hangman comes running out of the entrance weilding it.

The crowd gives a mix reaction to Hangman some booing and some going wild because of the energetic entrance.

King- I tell ya some day the guy is going to hurt someone with that thing.

Michael Muffer- And his opponent, from Port Royal Jamaica, weighing in at 300 pounds and representing The Human Hate Machines...........The Hangman!!!!!

The two men lock up in the center of the ring. Dave starts backing Hangman into a corner, but the big man puts the brakes on that in a hurry and shoves Dave clear across the ring. Dave is enraged and charges at Hangman with a shoulder block but it doesn't budge Hangman. Hangman slaps his chest calling for another one and Dave bounces off the ropes and charges at Hangman with another shoulder block and this it knocks Hangman a couple feet back, but still doesn't take him off his feet. Hangman flexes muscle-man style and yells for another one.

King- Well a third times a charm.

Hoss- Yeah, either that or a horrible mistake.

King- What do you mean Gorilla? My main L.A. man Dave knows what he's doing.

Dave bounces off the ropes again and charges at Hangman with another shoulder block, but before he can connect Hangman leans down and delivers a huge powerslam to Dave.

Hoss- Looks like your main L.A. man Dave just got powerslammed out of his boots.

King- Shut up Gorilla! It's just a little set back.

Hangman goes for the cover.

1

2

Kickout!!!!

Hangman picks Dave up by the hair and sets Dave up for a back breaker and delivers it perfectly. Hangman jumps up, bounces off the ropes, and jumps high in the air and lands a knee on the chest of Dave. Hangman goes for another cover.

1

2

Kickout!!!!

Dave kicks out at the last second. Hangman picks up Dave again and irish whips him into a corner and Hangman follows him with a big splash. Hangman doesn't let Dave fall to the canvas and instead starts boxing and pumbling Dave in the corner. The ref counts to 4 and Hangman turns his head real fast to the ref and scares the ref, Floyd McFloyd back a few feet. Hangman goes to peel Dave out of the corner, but is met with a pain to his eyes curteousy of Dave's thumb.

King- You see Gorilla. That is what seperates a smart wrestler from a dumb wrestler and Dave is a smart wrestler.

Hoss- Give me a break. That was cheating.

King- Did the ref see it?

Hoss- No, but...

King- Then it ain't cheaten. Alls fair in love in war Gorilla.

Hangman is mad and is about to start pumbling Dave in the corner again but Dave puts his hands up and yells "Wait!!!". Dave raises his right hand in the air challenging the much bigger Hangman to a test of strength. Hangman smiles at the challenge while shaking his head in disbelief.

Hoss- What the hell is Dave thinking? Hangman has more than 50 pounds on him.

King- Are you kidding? With guns like that Dave could take on Hulk Hogan in a test of strength.

Hoss- Hulk Hogan is in his 50s and can barley get around!

King- Well then you see my point.

Hoss- Wait, what?

Hangman steps forward and locks his left hand to Dave's right hand and then his right hand to Dave's left hand. The two lean in trying to get the upper hand. Hangman starts getting the advantage and Dave yells out knowing he is in trouble so he kicks Hangman in the gut, bounces off the ropes and hits a big sideways kick on Hangman who goes off his feet. Dave goes for the cover.

1

2

Kickout!!!!

Hangman kicks out with power. Dave puts the boots to Hangman and then drops two elbows in a row on him. Dave picks up the dazed Hangman to his knees and shoves Hangman's throat onto the middle rope and puts a knee on him choking him. The ref counts to 4 and Dave breaks it and argues with the ref. Alexa who is on the outside grabs on Hangman's head and chokes him some more. Dave comes back and lifts up Hangman and shoves him to a corner where Dave starts kicking him over and over. On the third kick though Hangman grabs Dave's leg and has Dave hopping not knowing what to do. Hangman while still having a hold of Dave's leg with his left hand grabs Dave by the neck and pushes him towards the ropes. He then pushes Dave all the way out over the top rope onto the mats.

King- Well that wasn't very sportsman like.

Hoss- What?! Dave was just choking Hangman's head on the rope a second ago and then had his whore do it too.

King- Hey Gorilla. You respect a lovely lady like Alexa!

Hoss- Lovely lady? The last time I saw a skirt that small it was a dish rag.

Hangman comes out after Dave, but Dave crawls underneath the ring. Hangman is just about to go under to get him, but Alexa taps on his back and as Hangman turns around she lifts up her Heavy Metal Hollywood T-shirt revealing her black lace bra.

Hoss- I can't believe I'm saying this, but I change my mind. She is a lovely lady!! A very dirty one, but a lovely lady.

King- Calm down Gorilla. You're ruining the moment!

Hoss- I sure as hell hope Disney doesn't find out about this one!!

As Hangman is distracted Dave reappears and crashes his forearm onto the back of Hangman's head send him down to the ground. Dave picks up Hangman and throws him back into the ring. Dave rolls into the ring and then gets up on the second rope and jumps off sending his knee right into Hangman's forehead. Dave plays air guitar signaling his finishing move "The Encore" as Hangman slowly gets up.

King- Here he goes Gorilla. One Encore coming right up!

All of a sudden classy old Southern music starts to play as Whitey "Daddy Phat Sax" Fats wearing an expensive southern style white suit and white cowboy hat makes his way down to the ring.

Hoss- Well we saw Whitey redebut at the Pay Per View and here he is.

King-Yeah and his ex-girlfriend Alexa Anderson is at ringside.

Alexa looks really shocked and Whitey starts talking to her. This makes Dave mad who has forgotten about the match and starts yelling over the top rope at Whitey to go away. The Hangman recovers and grabs Dave from behind, turns him, picks him up and gives him the Ghost Buster! Hangman goes for the cover.

1

2

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Michael Muffer- The winner by pinfall..............The Hangman!!!!!!!

The Hangman celebrates while walking up the ramp and making his exit. Alexa gets in the ring and is followed by Whitey who now has a mic and starts talking in his thick southern accent.

Whitey Fats- Baby!!! I done did it!!! I won the big one!! I know you said that those lotto games were a waste of money, but I've finally won! Now I know you left me for that long haired sissy glam rocker, but with this money I can make all your dreams come true!

Alexa looks uncomfortable standing between her current boyfriend D-Day Dave and her ex-boyfriend Whitey. Dave grabs the mic from Whitey.

D-Day Dave- Now wait just a minute there you fat southern trash!! First you come out here and cause me to lose my match and now you're trying to take my girlfriend??!! Alexa is with ME now!! You're not going to make her dreams come true because I have already done it. She is on top of the world. So you have money now? Who cares!! I've got money, I've got good looks, and I am a rock star!!

Dave gets in Whitey's face.

D-Day Dave- You leave Alexa alone or else you are going to get Rocked the F*** Out!!!!!!

Whitey Fats- I'd like to see you try you Winger knockoff!!

Whitey is about to deck Dave, but Dave raises his guitar threatening to hit Whitey and Whitey backs off. Dave grabs Alexa by the hand and they get out of the ring and walk up the ramp as Alexa looks back at Whitey who looks rejected.

Caleb Fourchon V. Jazzman

Muffer: The next match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. First, from Dulac, Louisiana, weighing 248 pounds, Caleb Fourchon!

*Fourchon walks to the ring as “Circus Envy” by REM plays. He slides under the top rope and rolls to his feet. After making a circuit around the ring glaring at the crowd he goes to squat down in his corner.*

Hoss: Caleb Fourchon, making his debut in the WWCF.

King: Nice of him to dress up for the occasion. The big freak isn’t even wearing shoes!

Hoss: Fourchon’s got more things to worry about tonight than following a dress code, because he’s matched up against one of the most skilled wrestlers in the world.

Muffer: And his opponent, from Upstate New York, weighing 236 pounds, Jaaaazzzzzzzzmaaannnn!

*After “Hurricane Season” by Trombone Shorty plays for 23 seconds, Jazzman comes on stage pimped out with his fedora, jacket, and cane. He struts down to the ring to loud cheers. After climbing up to the second rope in his corner he points to the stands, then goes out to the crowd to give his hat to a young fan.*

Hoss: And here he is, the longest reigning World Champion in WWCF history.

King: Former World Champion.

Hoss: That may be true, and maybe Jazzman came up a little short in his match at Wheel of Misfortune, but there is no denying- what is Fourchon doing?

*Caleb exits the ring and walks over to the same child that Jazzman gave his fedora to. As his concerned mother looks on Fourchon takes the hat, spits in it, then sets it back on the boy’s head.*

Hoss: That was disgusting! A disgusting display of unprofessionalism by Fourchon! Bullying a child! He just ruined that WWCF Galaxy member’s experience for the night.

King: Come on, Gorilla. It wasn’t that bad. Sandor Szabo spit on me once when I was a kid and I turned out okay.

*As the crowd boos Fourchon Jazzman comes back out to confront him. He gets in his face and points at the boy. Fourchon just stares impassively before rolling back into the ring. Jazzy talks briefly to the kid and his mother and then asks for the time keeper to bring him his cane, which he gives away. The fans cheer appreciatively.*

Hoss: Jazzman, displaying the class he is famous for.

King: Class means jack squat in the ring, Gorilla.

Hoss: Jazzman has more than demonstrated he has the athleticism and skill to beat any man on the roster. After Fourchon’s stunt I’m betting he’s about to learn that the hard way.

*Referee Will Alphonzo calls both men to the middle of the ring to go over the rules and to pat them down. He takes away Fourchon’s gator teeth necklace and then gestures for the bell to be rung. Caleb throws a punch which Jazzman parries. Jazzy keeps hold of his wrist and hip tosses him to the mat. Fourchon immediately rolls to his feet and charges, but get thrown down again. This time Jazzman goes down as well, wrapping his legs around Caleb’s arm for an armbar, but Fourchon is able to yank it away before the hold can be locked in. Jazzman kips up and gestures for Fourchon to try again.*

King: I hate it when a wrestler showboats like this. Its disgraceful.

Hoss: Wait a minute! You had no problem with Fourchon spitting on a fan, but you find Jazzman teaching the guy a lesson disgraceful?

King: I’m a complicated man, Tim. Don’t bother trying to figure me out.

*Fourchon slowly gets to his feet and cautiously circles Jazzman. Jazzman does the same. Finally Jazzy attempts to put Caleb on the mat with a double leg takedown. Fourchon forearm clubs Jazzman’s back and shoulders repeatedly, before slithering out from under him. Caleb rolls behind Jazzman and wraps his legs around his waist and puts a claw hold on his abdomen. Jazzman grimaces in pain and tries to pry Caleb’s hand away with no luck.*

Hoss: I’ll say this for Caleb Fourchon: he’s strong. And quick for a big man. He’s been able to wriggle or muscle his way out of the holds Jazzman has put him in.

King: You’re right Gorilla. Fourchon has a lot of natural ability-

*Finally Jazzman gets his elbow up enough to ram it to the side of Caleb’s head. When he’s dazed Jazzy twists his body and uses his weight to pin Fourchon’s shoulders to the mat. The ref starts counting. One, two, three! He calls for the bell.*

King: -but he’s got a lot to learn if he wants to beat a wily vet like Jazzman.

Muffer: Here is your winner: Jazzman!

*Alphonzo holds up Jazzy’s arm but is immediately pulled away by Fourchon who begins arguing with him. Jazzman watches for a moment then goes up to one of the corner turnbuckles and points to the cheering crowd.*

King: See, more showboating! Congrats, Jazzman, you hoodwinked a backwoods retard into a pin. Don’t hold your breath waiting for a ticker tape parade.

*As Alphonzo explains to Fourchon why he lost the wrestler seems to calm down. Jazzman passes him to climb the nearby turnbuckle and gestures to another section of the arena. Suddenly Fourchon runs and rakes both hands down Jazzy’s back!*

Hoss: Look out, Jazzman!

*Jazzman grabs his back in pain and falls to the mat, then immediately flops over onto his stomach.. When Alphonzo runs at Fourchon to stop him from attacking again he gets a big boot to the face for his trouble. Caleb goes to stand over Jazzman and grabs his arms. He lifts Jazzy up and puts his heel on the back of his head.*

Hoss: No, no- !

*Fourchon curb stomps Jazzman’s face to the mat! The crowd boos loudly. Fourchon gives a slight smile and kicks at the downed wrestler’s kidneys. Again he reaches down and grabs Jazzman around the neck, lifting him to his feet. The time keeper begins to ring the bell earnestly.*

Hoss: This is totally uncalled for! Fourchon needs to be stopped before he seriously injures someone!

King: You know, I can’t agree with what Fourchon is doing but I understand it. Here’s a rookie trying to prove himself worthy of being a WWCF superstar, he winds up losing a match because of a mental error, and watches the victor strutting around the ring rubbing his nose in it. Jazzman is reaping what he sowed.

Hoss: Are you out of your mind?!

*While still holding Jazzman under the chin, Fourchon turns so they are back to back, then yanks the smaller man up off his feet and bends forward. Jazzman begins kicking his legs and grabs at Fourchon’s hands to try and escape the elevated chinlock.*

King: Fourchon showing how strong he is as well as how ruthless. I think he’s trying to rip Jazzman’s face off!

Hoss: If someone doesn’t get these two separated he may do just that!

*Jazzman’s kicks become less lively as Fourchon keeps the hold on. The crowd boos, then starts chanting Jazzman’s name. Caleb looks up and smirks at the crowd. Suddenly Jazzman swings his legs up over Fourchon’s back and shoulders, shifting his weight and wrapping his arms around Fourchon’s neck and slamming his face to the mat!*

Hoss: I don’t believe it! Jazzman was able to escape the chinlock and transition it into a modified DDT! The man is a magician!

*Jazzman lays prone on the canvass alongside Fourchon, both trying to recover from the other’s attack. The fans cheer the former WWCF Champion on, and he slowly begins to stir. He gets up on his hands and knees. Fourchon gets up, sees Jazzman rising, and rolls out of the ring. He holds his forehead and makes his way up the ramp without looking back.*

Hoss: I guess Fourchon decided to get while the getting was good. Smart idea.

King: I agree. He proved his point.

Hoss: And what point would that be, Jesse?

*Jazzman pulls himself up by the ropes and watches Fourchon retreat. He looks out to the crowd again and smiles, continuing to mount each turnbuckle and point to the applauding fans.*

King: That Caleb Fourchon will hurt you any way he can, and beating him isn’t going to stop him.

Hoss: I don’t know if that attitude will get him very far in the WWCF. But for Jazzman tonight’s victory could be the first step back towards another championship.

Official Rankings Tag Team Match: Jonathan Michaels and Dream Warrior V. Mysth and Neo Het

Muffer - The following tag team match is set for one fall. The winners will earn the number five and six spots in the Official WWCF Rankings!

Hoss - A rankings system that has been the center of quite a bit of controversy over the past few days, Jess.

King - Well, some people just can’t leave well enough alone, Gorilla!

*DOA*

Muffer - Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, he is the former WWCF Champion of Honor, Jonathan Michaels!

And his partner, from Memphis, The Dream Warrior!

*Otherworld*

Muffer - And their opponents, from Strasbourg, France, Mysth!

And his partner, from Hot Topic, Neo Het!

*Lloyd McFloyd gets both teams in the ring and goes over the rules. Michaels and Neo Het signal they will start. The bell rings and both men lock up, Het using his superior size to force JM towards his corner. The ref tells them to break, and both men oblige. JM goes for the elbow and collar tie up but Neo Het holds up his palm to stop him. He reaches behind Michaels’s ear and produces a rolled up piece of paper. As Michaels looks on Neo Het folds it up into an origami flower, which he closes a fist around. With a flourish he transforms the paper rose to a real one, and goes to the ropes to hand it down to Sara Nakatomi.*

*Michaels nods approvingly then holds up a finger to get Het’s attention. JM reaches and grabs Het’s earlobe. Twisting it painfully, he drags Het to the ropes, climbs to the top, and delivers a bionic elbow to the top of Het’s head. Neo Het flops on the ground in pain but is up off the mat before Michaels can go for the pin. JM and NH exchange punches with Michaels getting the better of Het, Irish whipping him to the ropes and hitting with a clothesline when Het rebounds.*

*Het falls to the mat and JM tries for a pin, but NH kicks out after one. Michaels pulls up Neo Het and positions him for a snap suplex, but Het blocks it and powers out. Kicking JM in the gut Het gets him to bend over, then drives Michaels to the mat with a float over DDT. Het runs the ropes and hits the recovering Michaels with a running crossbody. He hooks the leg for a pin, but Michaels kicks out at one.*

*The two get up. Neo Het throws a punch but gets arm dragged by Michaels, who then drops a knee on Het’s back. JM springs up and tries to lock in the Key Grip on Het, but Het scrambles away and manages to tag in Mysth. The smaller wrestler vaults over the ropes and charges Michaels, ducks under a clothesline, leaps onto the top rope, and springboards into a dropkick that knocks Michaels to the mat. Mysth bounces up and runs at JM again, connecting with a shining wizard when Michaels is on one knee trying to stand. Jumping up again Mysth goes for the second rope, lands on it, and springs backward and crashes onto JM with a Lionsault.*

*Mysth positions himself for the pin, but Michaels throws him off after one. Pulling JM up, the shorter Mysth tucks his head under his opponent’s arm, wraps his arms around his waist, and pitches him over with a Northern Lights suplex. He bridges for the pin. One, two, JM kicks out.*

*JM and Mysth both get up. Mysth tries to get behind Michaels for a German Suplex but Michaels powers out and begins to pummel him. He gets in position and sidewalk slams the mask wearing wrestler to the mat. He tries for a pin but Mysth kicks out at one. He yanks Mysth up to his feet and whips him into his and Dream Warrior’s corner, then spears him into the ring post. Clutching his shoulder he tags in Warrior as Mysth staggers away.*

*Dream Warrior runs into the ring and gets to Mysth just as he is turning to confront him. He connects with a series of punches then a spinning heel kick that drops Mysth to the canvass. Warrior goes for the cover. One, two, Neo Het jumps into the ring and breaks up the pin. Michaels starts to go into the ring to help his partner but is stopped by Referee McFloyd. Warrior jumps to his feet and wraps his legs around Neo Het and flings him to the mat near the apron with a flying headscissors. Leaping up he runs to the opposite end of the ring, hits the ropes, then ricochets back to Neo Het. Warrior drops down to a baseball slide and knocks Neo Het out of the ring.*

*McFloyd goes over to Warrior as he’s getting up and admonishes him for attacking the illegal man. Mysth comes up behind DW and wraps both arms around his waist, pulling him back and over in a bridging school boy pin. McFloyd goes down to make the count. One, Two, Three!

Muffer - Here are your winners, Mysth and Neo Het!

Hoss - And with that win, Mysth is now ranked number 5, while Neo Het earns the number six spot in the rankings!

King - These two guys are both coming off losses at last week’s PPV, so this win tonight means so much, Gorilla!

Hoss - Certainly a huge win for Mysth and Neo Het!

Non-title Challenge: Sparks V. Evil M

*Man on the Silver Mountain*

Evil M walks out, mic in hand.

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight begins a new era! An era of Honor!

M holds up the Championship of Honor to a chorus of boos.

At Wheel of Misfortune, I ended Jonathan Michaels’ sham of a title reign and in the process, showed I am superior to him in every possible way!

And now that I am the rightful Champion, I felt it was time to lay out MY Rules of Honor.

Rule number one! The match will begin with a handshake. If one man tries to attack his opponent before the bell, the match is immediately thrown out!

Rule number two! If one man leaves the ring, he has a twenty count to return or the match ends. And fighting outside the ring will NOT be tolerated!

Rule number three! If one man tosses his opponent over the top rope, he will be disqualified!

Rule number four! No moves that cause trauma to the head shall be allowed! No DDTs! No brainbusters! NO PILEDRIVERS!

Huge boos from the crowd.

And now for the most important rule of all!

I will not defend my title against anyone who refuses to fight with Honor! Meaning, if you fancy using weapons, punches, kicks, chokes, don’t even bother asking for a title shot. I refuse to lower myself to such levels ever again. Yellow Jacket worked hard to save me from that life. To once again stoop to that level would mean all his hard work was for naught!

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a new age of the WWCF! Welcome to an Age of Honor!

M removes his jacket and tie, revealing a singlet identical to the one Yellow Jacket wore.

Hoss - Folks, he’s our Champion of Honor and he’s in action next!

King - Folks, we’re back! And Evil M is in the ring awaiting his opponent.

*Caught in a Web*

Muffer - And his opponent, Sparks!

Sparks charges the ring, ready to attack when…

Hey Sparks! Just so you know, this match…

M kicks Sparks hard in the ribcage.

Is NOT a Rules of Honor match! Because you don’t know what Honor is! You attack from behind, you touch things that don’t belong to you, you lie! You cheat! You’re a phony! I’m gonna enjoy beating the holy heck out of you!

Referee John Creed signals for the bell. M grabs Sparks and tosses him in the corner. M steps back and charges, but Sparks moves out of the way! M crashes into the corner! Sparks quickly rolls him up!

1!
2!
Kickout!

Sparks dropkick’s M, then clothesline’s him over the top rope!

Hoss - Remember, this is not a Rules of Honor match, so that is perfectly legal!

Sparks rolls to the outside and pummels M with lefts and rights until the Champion of Honor tosses him off. Sparks runs at M, who catches him and tosses him over the barricade! Sparks get’s to his feet, but M nails a big boot, knocking him to the ground! Creed forces M back in the ring and begins counting.

“1!
2!
3!”

Sparks slowly begins climbing over the barricade.

“4!
5!”

Sparks climbs over and begins crawling to the ring!

“6!
7!
8!”

Sparks rolls back in, breaking the count! M picks him up in Powerbomb position and slams him into the turnbuckles! Sparks slumps down in the corner and M hit’s a running double stomp on his opponent! M turns to taunt the crowd, as Sparks rolls to the outside and crawls under the ring.

Hoss - What is Sparks up to?

King - He’s scared, Gorilla! He’s taking cover under the ring! He’s hiding! Like a coward!

M sees Sparks head under the ring and rolls out. He grabs him by the leg and pulls him out, but Sparks is holding Scar! M releases Sparks and backs up behind the announce table!

Hoss - It’s Scar! Scar has returned to the WWCF!

King - No fair, Gorilla! This isn’t a handicap match!

M grabs a mic off the table.

Get that thing outta here! John Creed, do your job and make him get rid of that thing!

Creed warns Sparks to get put Scar back in his cage. Sparks reaches under the ring and pulls Scar’s cage out. He places Scar inside and places it in the corner of the ring, as M clubs him from behind! He tosses Sparks into the ringpost, shoulder first, then rolls him back in the ring.

In the ring, M slams Sparks to the mat, then drops and elbow on him! Cover!

1!
2!
Kickout!

M grabs Sparks and drags him to the far corner(opposite Scar’s cage) and pulls his arm around the post. He then rolls to the outside and slams the arm against the ring post a few times, before delivering a boot to the arm.

Hoss - Is he trying to break his arm?!

King - Evil M is trying to make a point, Gorilla!

M rolls back in and yanks Spark to his knees. He tries to hook on the Crowbar, but Sparks manages to shove him off! M turns back towards him but Sparks dropkick’s him, knocking him into the corner! M falls to the mat…

Face to face with Scar! M screams and crawls back…

Right into the Spinarette! Cover!

1!
2!
3!

Muffer - Here is your winner, Sparks!

Hoss - Sparks just pinned the Champion of Honor!

King - Yeah, but he had to cheat to do it, Gorilla! He should’ve been disqualified for having that spider there!

M rolls to the outside and grabs his belt and the mic.

You think that meant anything, Sparks?! REALLY?!

You didn’t prove anything! Except that you can’t beat me one on one! You needed help from that insect to beat me tonight! But if you were all by yourself, you wouldn’t stand a chance!

This proves nothing!

M stomps off, belt in hand, as Sparks triumphantly holds up Scar for the crowd to see.

King - He’s right, Gorilla. That proved nothing! In a Championship match, that would’ve been an immediate disqualification!

Hoss - But it wasn’t Rules of Honor, Jess! Evil M has nobody to blame for this loss but himself.

"Too Black, Too Strong... DAMN RIGHT!"
I Made It - Kevin Rudolf

The crowd break into a huge mixed reaction as "Damn Right" Jackson limps out, still feeling the effects of his brutal Bed of Nails match with Colt at Wheel of Misfortune. Despite his pain he has a big smile on his face, as he struggles to the ring.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: And here is the Black Dynasty himself, fresh off his huge win last week.

Jesse King: Look Tim, no one here hates this guy more than myself. However even I must applaud his performance last week. He took one of this federations biggest names and simply outmatched him.

DR Jackson gets into the ring and immediately gets a mic.

DR Jackson: I'm not going to lie, I am in alot of pain right now. Last week I had experienced more pain that I had ever felt in my entire life. But despite all of that, nothing can take this smile off of my face.

Last week the Wheel of Misfortune spun and landed on The Bed of Nails match, to win you must put your opponent through a bed of nails before you can pin or submit them... There were four beds laid out in the ring and I went through all four!

Photos from last weeks match are shown, first is Colt dropkicking Jackson through the first table. Second is Jackson jumping backwards into one with Colt on his back. Third is Colt drop toe holding Jackson into one and lastly a video is shown of the closing moments... Colt has Jackson set up on a ladder, attempting to Story on Page One him off the ladder and through the last table, but Jackson reverses it into a Spear off the ladder and through the table, Jackson then pins Colt.

So not only did I survive the wraith of 4 Bed of Nails. I was badass enough to be willing to send myself through two of them to beat Colt!

More importantly, I can officially say that me and Colt are over. The war has raged for many months now, and frankly too much blood has been shed in the name of The Era of Attitude... and I can now confidently say that The Black Dynasty prevailed.

The WWCF Officials had their doubts about me... I told you so! The announcers had their doubts about my abilities... I told you so! The boys in the back had their doubts about my peoples abilities to succeed... I told you so! And of course there's Colt...

This whole feud seemed to revolved around my "theory" that Colt was a washed up has-been, that he never should've returned, that he simply did not have it anymore... well... Colt... I've got four magical words for you too...

"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

The crowd quickly burst into cheer as Colt steps out from behind the curtain, he's quite bandaged up...

Jesse King: Yes! Finally! The nerve of Jackson, how can he still be so bitter after that match those two had...

Colt ignores the pain and rolls right into the ring and grabs a mic...

Jackson! I have to ask, after what we've been through... How can you still be so angry? We put on what could quite possibly be considered match of the night. We put on what could be considered a front-runner for this years Match of the Year... hell, I won that award last year but I truly believe we topped even that! Which means we possibly had the greatest match here of all time... Yet you're still angry?

Look kid, I know you're young and brash... You don't want people to disadvantage you, but you also don't want hand outs... and I respect that. But seriously dude, after what you've accomplished you have no reason at all to be so angry... Gorilla said it best last week... You've made it, and you did it all on your own.

A duelling "Let's go Jackson!"/"Let's Go Colt!" breaks out, as Jackson raises his mic.

DR Jackson: You think I'm angry? I'm happy... I've accomplished what I set out to do, despite no one thinking I had what it takes... Now as I was saying before you interrupted me... Colt, after all we've been through, after all we've put eachother through, I'm left with this four words...

You've still got it.

The crowd cheer for that, Colt gets a smile on his face.

DR Jackson: We've stepped into the ring before, however we previously never really had the change to truly go at it before. This time we had the ring all to ourselves and you proved to me that you can hang in there with us of the new generation. You pushed me to a whole new limit that I had never experienced before. And for that I've got four more words for you...

Thank you for returning...

After all you've done to me. It's actually quite the honor to hear you say that. I would like to think you for bringing out a part of me the WWCF and myself hadn't seen since my time as World Champion... and through it all you were still better than me. So you're right, we're done.

Colt stretches out his hand to Jackson, after breif hesitation Jackson obliges. The crowd explodes for this.

DR Jackson: This doesn't mean I like you... This also doesn't mean I forgive you all for how you've treated me in the past. Sure you've cheered for me last week and you've cheered for me now... however that was for what I did by myself. And I didn't do it for you fans and I didn't do it for you, Colt. I did it by myself, for myself.

And now, I'm done with you. I've got my sights set higher, I've come to realise that The Era of Attitude is missing some gold. So The Black Dynasty is officially promoting himself, he's going to now Bring The Noise as your new WWCF World Heavyweight Champion!

This change is met with a mixed reaction, however Colt applauds this...

DR Jackson: However, it appears I'm not the only one who's decided to make this new career decision. The so-called Hardcore Heartthrob, or is it the Heartthrob of Honor now what about Hardcore Heartthrob of Honor, HHH yeah that could work... On second thought, I'll just call you Jonathan Michaels...

Anyway, Michaels has finally come to realize that he was going backwards in his career, winning minor titles and feuding with people that he's already beaten... and losing. So it's only fair that he'd discover that he needed to light a fire under his own ass. So he's also decided that it's about time he challenged for the World Title. Even if it means that I miss out.

He's already acknowledged that it's about time that I take the Era of Attitude one step further. But he doesn't care, despite coming out of a loss he believes that it's his turn, simply because... well I'm not sure what his reason is... Simple fact is, I've come from the win of my career and this little D-List nobody hasn't had a remember-able win since GookerMania, except that time he fought that retired guy...

However he apparently has seniority, and I know the WWCF Officials more than well enough to know whose side they're going to take... So I have an offer...

Botch at the Beach... "Damn Right" Jackson vs Jonathan Micahels for the Undisputed #1 Contender-ship to the WWCF Title!

I've beaten you twice already Jono... this time Third Time will be the charm and no one will be able to argue that I deserve that Main Event Spot!

Neither Enemy Nor Friend... DAMN RIGHT!

The crowd burst into ovation with the sound of that match proposal, Colt is still in the ring, he again applauds.

Jackson... Good luck, go on and win that title... Become the Story on Page One. Prove that we are indeed in the Era of Attitude...

Colt drops the mic and walks back to the ramp...

I Made It

Jackson's music kicks in as the stands in the ring with his arms raised in triumph...

Gorilla Tim Hoss: And so ends one of the most brutal and personal rivalries we've seen here in the WWCF.

Jesse King: And what an announcement! "Damn Right" Jackson vs Jonathan Michaels for the Number One Contender Spot to the World Title?

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Looks like we'll have to wait and see how Jonathan responds...

Hell in a Cell match for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship: Jay Carroll V. Viva Los Bio Dome

The Hell in a Cell lowers down around the ring as the crowd watches with hushed excitement.

Hoss - And now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. Jay Carroll, Viva Los Bio Dome, the WWCF World Championship, Hell in a Cell!

King - And don’t forget, Gorilla. If Viva loses this match tonight, it will be his FINAL WWCF World Title match for 2010!

Hoss - High stakes tonight in this huge main event!

*Paparazzi(Metal version)*

Viva Los Bio Dome makes his way to the ring, posing as he approaches the door of the cell.

Hoss - Look at this ominous structure, Jess. Designed to keep out any potential disruptions.

King - Such as a certain pissed off masked man who threatened to kill the challenger?

Hoss - Yeah, like him.

*Well Thought Out Twinkles*

Jay enters to a huge pop as he slowly approaches the cell. His midsection and shoulder are heavily bandaged.

Hoss - The World Champion is coming off one brutal title defense, only to have another one just a week later!

King - And don’t forget what’s just around the corner for the winner.

Hoss - Yes. At Botch at the Beach, Tyfo cashes in his Money in the Bank contract.

King - Plus the possibility of either Jackson or Michaels right after that! What a schedule for the World Champion, Gorilla! A daunting task to say the least, especially if Jay is fortunate enough to leave that cell champion.

Muffer - Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Hell in a Cell match! And it is for the WWCF World Heavyweight Championship!

Introducing first, the challenger. From Hollywood, by way of Hayward, California, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is the King of Hollywood, Viva Los Bio Dome!

Viva receives a very mixed reaction from the crowd.

Muffer - And his opponent.

From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the reigning and defending WWCF World Heavyweight Champion, Jay Carroll!

Jay holds up the belt to a loud ovation from the crowd.

Muffer - Ladies and gentlemen, this match has NO time limit! Outsiders have been banned from ringside. Your referee in charge of the action is Spud Johnson.

Jay hands the belt to Johnson who holds it up for the crowd to see.

Hoss - Well folks, we are ready to go and this match will take place, next!

*Commercial Break:
Sizzler
Pepsi Crystal
Slim Jim*

We return to commercial to see Viva and Jay lock up. Instantly, Viva breaks the grapple and rakes Jay's eyes. Viva punches Jay in the shoulder, and knees him in the midsection. Jay drops to his knees in pain. Viva bounces off of the rope and drop kicks jay in the shoulder.

Hoss - I get the feeling that this is going to be a very, very difficult match for the champion. We all knew this, but he's in a bad ways right now, King.

King - Viva knew Jay would be in dire straits, and he force Seth Drakin's hand. It was a smart move by the former champion, and if there was ever a time to become champion again, it's right now.

Jay picks himself up on to all fours and Viva kicks him right where he's taped up in the midsection. Viva picks him up and throws him over the ropes into the cage. Viva charges and baseball slides Jay into the cage, and Jay is now screaming and writhing in pain.

Hoss - I say this every time, but good god almighty is this hard to watch. You just hate to see anyone have to fight in this condition, but it's further proof that Jay Carroll has the heart of a champion.

King - You're right on the money, Hoss. We knew that Jay Carroll was deserving of his championship when he beat Amigo at the match he created. Whether Viva helped or not is not the point. He prevails when he needs to.

Viva peels Jay off of the mat and locks him into The Bedtime Story. Viva begins really pulling the hold in tight, but Jay refuses to budge. Jay barely has the energy to stand up, there's no way he's going to tap. Viva realizes this, and throws Jay into the corner. Viva charges the turnbuckle and hits Jay with a flying knee. Jay stumbles out of the corner and falls down.

Viva goes for the pinfall.

1...

2...

Jay gets a shoulder up. Viva shoves it back down and goes for another pin.

1...

2...

Jay gets his shoulder up again. Viva hits him with 5 short punches to the head and goes for a cover again.

1...

2...

Jay gets his shoulder up and Viva stomps around the ring angrily.

King - The champion continues to fight on with not one iota of energy to muster for the cause. You have got to wonder if he can hold on, or how he'll possibly turn the tide, here.

Hoss - The fans are planted firmly behind the champion here tonight, and can you blame them? Viva is nothing more than the ultimate opportunist. He doesn't care if he wins his titles legitimately. He'll cut any corner you leave him.

Viva stands Jay up, and begins dancing. The crowd boos relentlessly. Viva turns to Jay, and Jay spits directly into his face. Viva, shocked, wipes the spit from his brow and goes for purple sticky punch. Jay ducks and gets Viva into a small package.

The ref drops down and begins counting.

1...

2...

3!

King - He's done it! Jay retains! Look at Viva's face! I love the guy, but he took a cheap road and he got what he deserves tonight! He can barely believe it!

Hoss - Jay Carroll ladies and gentleman! He's done it! He's done it! He remains your champion another day! With not an ounce of energy to spare, your WWCF World Champion is Jay Carroll!

Spud Johnson walks to Jay Carroll and hands him the belt. Jay Carroll climbs the turnbuckle and begins celebrating. Viva looks on, boiling up. Viva's had enough, recognized he has no chance at being WWCF Champion for the rest of 2010, and he charges the turnbuckle and power slams Jay Carroll off of it.

He grabs Jay's belt and spits on it. He throws the belt down, walks over to Jay, carries him over to the belt, lifts him up for the Bio-Dome, and slams his head down right on the belt.

Hoss - Excuse my language, WWCF Universe, but that son of a bitch! Learn how to lose with humility! There was nothing to gain by taking out your shortcomings on our champion! Just leave, Viva! No one wants you here anymore! No ONE!

Viva gets up, runs to the camera man and mouths to him, "This isn't over, Drakin." as Niteraw comes to a close.

Credits: Seth Drakin, Smokin’ Vokoun, Evil M, Whitey Fats, D-Day Dave, Caleb Fourchon, DR Jackson, Colt, and Viva

Wheel of MisFortune - June 28, 2010

2010-07-01T15:08:00.002-05:00

WWCF Wheel of Misfortune, June 28th, 2010

"Wheel of Misfortune" by the Dropkick Murphys starts to play on the PA

Hoss - Welcome to Wheel of Misfortune!

King - Tonight, six of our seven matches will be decided by the spin of the wheel!

Hoss - We have four Championships on the line, plus some hot rivalries that will boil over!

King - It’s a virtual melting pot just waiting to explode and I can’t wait!

Neo Het V. The General of the Monkey Army

Gorilla Tim Hoss: And now it's time for our first match, WWCF Galaxy, let's join Michael Muffer...

Michael Muffer: And now, our first match of the evening!

*King Kong 2004 Theme*

The General of the Monkey Army enters with Tinkers in his arms and Bongo following behind him.

Jesse King: The General has had quite a rocky relationship with the new "Kawaii Desuperstar" Neo Het.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Please don't say that again, King.

Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring, hailing from Lansing, MI, weighing in at 225lbs, he is The General of the Monkey Army!

The General crosses the ropes and stands in his corner.

*Boy's Don't Cry - The Cure*

Jesse King: You know, I'm really not sure what to make of this Neo Het, but he's made waves from the beginning.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Some say that he'll go far in this company.

Michael Muffer: Now entering the ring, hailing from Hot Topic, and weighing in at 266lbs, he is your... "kuh-why-ee dess-soo" Superstar, Neo Het!

Neo Het appears in a puff of smoke with a calico kitten in his hands which he loving pets. Tinkers grabs The General and forces a smooch out of him.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Neo Het was raised by hobbits and is the vampire son of wizards. He's apparently one magical guy.

Jesse King: I think that I prefer the cold efficiency of The General.

Michael Muffer: And now, Fred G Neric will spin the Wheel... of... Misfortune!

Fred G. Neric appears on the Craptron with a wheel next to him.

Fred G. Neric: That's right, WWCF Galaxy. I, Fred G. Neric, will spin this wheel to determine the stipulations of the match. Michael Muffer will explain the rules of the match after it has been determined. Here we go.

Fred G. Neric spins the wheel. The General crosses his arms while Neo Het hands off the calico kitten to a little girl in the audience.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: What will it be for Neo Heta and The General? I'm hoping for a Submission match myself.

The Wheel of Misfortune keeps spinning but it begins to slow down.

Jesse King: Nah, The General in a Submission match? I say First Blood.

The Wheel of Misfortune passes First Blood, it passes Last Man Standing, it passes Submission... it passes Lumberjack... it passes Ladder... and it lands on... General Hospital Supermarket Brawl.

Fred G. Neric: Well there you have it, WWCF Galaxy, this match is going to be a General Hospital Supermarket Brawl! Take it away, Muffer!

Michael Muffer: The match will be a General Hospital Supermarket Brawl!

The audience has mixed reactions.

Jesse King: The heck kinda match is this?

Michael Muffer: In this match, the contestants will compete in a supermarket, where any and all items are legal weapons. At the front of the store is a stretcher, in which the opponents must battle to put their opponent onto the stretcher, load it into the ambulance, and drive it to the hospital!

A graphic appears on the Craptron explaining the rules.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well that's... different.

Jesse King: But they're not at the supermarket yet!

Michael Muffer: The General of the Monkey Army and Neo Het will now be driven to the local Kroger!

The General looks at Neo Het, and they along with Bongo and Tinkers head out of the arena.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: I guess that we'll be checking in on this match later, King.

Jesse King: Oughta be really exciting when they get there, TH. My money's on The General.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: I'm going for Neo Het. I don't think that we have truly seen the extent of his abilities yet.

He’s had the entire WWCF Galaxy talking.

It could be anybody.

Who is he?

A Legend returns…

Tonight.

Hoss: Who is this returning legend, Jess?!

I dunno Gorilla, but apparently we’re gonna find out tonight!

WWCF Hardcore Championship: The Smokin’ Vokoun V. Headbanger Man

Tim Hoss: Before we go to the Hardcore Title match, lets go to Fred G. Neric, who is at the WHEEL.OF.MISFORTUNE!!!! Gosh, I like doing that.

Fred G.Neric: Well Gorilla, I'm here backstage at the Wheel of Misfortune. Along with the current WWCF Hardcore Champion, Smokin Vokoun. Smokie, before I spin the wheel, do you have any final thoughts on Headbanger?

Smokin Vokoun: Fred....I DON'T HAVE ANY THOUGHTS AT THE MOMENT!!! THIS IS HARDCORE WRESTLING, YOU DON'T HAVE TO THINK!!! All I need to think about is beating someone up...AND THAT PERSON IS YOU HEADBANGER MAN!!! I know your shaking in your snake skin boots, hoping to God that you can get out of this match alive. You say your gonna show me how hardcore you are? Well I'm the King of Hardcore in the WWCF. I'M THE KING AND LORD OF THE HARDCORE DIVISON!!!! You are gonna find that out tonight. All my freaks in the crowd will GET WHAT THEY WANT WHILE I KILL YOU IN COLD BLOOD!!!!!
- Fred nods and walks to the wheel. He spins the wheel and it spins fast. As it slows down, we see Vokoun glaring at the wheel. The wheel stops and Fred goes to look at it. Fred is stunned by the match while Vokoun has a sick smirk on his face.

Fred G.Neric: Ladies and gentleman....it looks like this Hardcore match will be a.......INFERNO TLC HELL IN A CELL DEATHMATCH!!!!!!!!! BACK TO YOU GORILLA.

Hoss: Oh.....my.....god. King, I'm actually scared for both men. This can NOT end well.
King: Well, I know Headbanger may not like it. But by looking at Vokoun's face, he's gonna love this match.

INFERNO TLC HELL IN THE CELL DEATHMATCH
WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
The Smokin Vokoun vs The Headbanger Man

Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentleman the following contest is set for one fall....is for the WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP.....AND IT IS A INFERNO TLC HELL IN THE CELL DEATHMATCH.!!!!

Crowd pops huge for this.

Muffer: The rules are simple. The ring will be surrounded by a steel cell. Along ringside, there will be tables, ladders and chairs set up along the ringside area. At atop the cell there is a blowtorch attached. The first man who can climb the ladder and grab the blowtorch CAN USE IT TO SET HIS OPPONENT ON FIRE TO WIN THE MATCH!!! THEREFOR HE WILL BECOME THE WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPION!!!!!!

*Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue*

Muffer: Introducing first.....representing the Heavy Metal Hollywood....from Kent, Englad....weighing in 263 pounds....he is one half of the WWCF World Tag Team Champions....THE HEADBANGER MAN.

- The Headbanger Man comes out to a chorus of HUGE boos and chants of "Smokies Gonna Kill You". He yells at fans for booing him. He walks to the ring with caution. It is clear that he is really nervous. He gets in the ring and starts jawing with Muffer.

Muffer: And his opponent.....

*Sinnerman by Nina Simone*

Muffer: Representing The Family....from Chicago, IL....weighing in at 280 pounds....he is the WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPION.....SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!

- Smokie walks out to a HUGE pop. He doesn't scream or glare at the fans, he's only staring at Headbanger Man. He gets in the ring and scares Headbanger out of the ring.

Hoss: Well King, this is put up or shutup time for Headbanger. I'm actually scared for both men here. If any of you out there watching are afraid of blood...then please don't watch.

King: But if you love matches like this....THEN HELL YEAH YOU BETTER WATCH IT...BECAUSE IT'S GONNA BE AWESOME.

-The cell is slowly coming down. Headbanger is looking all around looking real nervous. The crowd keeps chanting "Smokies Gonna Kill you" "Smokies Gonna Kill You". Headbanger can't take it anymore and runs out of the ring. Vokoun starts to follow him, but Headbanger just runs. He gets to the enterance until Vokoun grabs Headbanger from behind and drags him back to the ring. The steel cage surrounds the entire ringside area. The bell rings.

Hoss: Looks like Headbanger isn't gonna run away like he did a few months ago. HBM has to fight this battle in order to become the Hardcore Champ.

- Headbanger tries get away from Vokoun, be he has no where to go. So he goes under the ring and picks up a lead pipe. Vokoun goes under the ring and gets a barbwire baseball bat. The two men slowly get into the ring with their weapons.

King: I'm guessing these men are gonna duel it out. I like some good man to man combat. .

- The two men circle the ring stare at each other. The two men then start yelling at the each and they both run towards each other. The two men are using there weapons like swords and dueling it out. They fight back and forth until Vokoun is able to knock HBM's lead pipe out of his hands, and he hits HBM with the barbwire bat. HBM keeps getting up, but Vokoun keeps knocking him down.

- Vokoun then drops his weapon and charges at Headbanger and hits the Hangman Clothesline and both men go out of the ring. VOkoun gets to his feet first and picks up HBM. He picks him up and throws him head first into the cage. Vokoun then grabs HBM's head and grinds it into the steel mesh. HMB collapses and Vokoun rears back, charges, and KNEES HBM'S HEAD. Headbanger has been BUSTED WIDE OPEN.

- Vokoun grabs the steel steps and starts pounding it on HBM's back. Headbanger is really in pain. Vokoun goes under the ring and gets a Ladder. He slides it into the ring. Vokoun sets up the Ladder while Headbanger recovers. Vokoun starts climbing the ladder to get the blowtorch, but Headbanger gets on the top rope and uses a Flying Clothesline to knock Smokie and the Ladder down.

- Headbanger picks up the ladder and starts pounding Vokoun on the back with it. He lets Smokie get to his feet and then hits Vokoun's ribs with the ladder. Vokoun writes in pain as Headbanger laughs. Vokoun gets up again and HBM then hits Vokoun in the head with the ladder. The impact shoots Vokoun out of the ring. Headbanger then sets up the ladder and gets ready to climb.

-While HMB is climbing, Vokoun finds his barbwire bat and climbs back into the ring, via climbing the turnbuckles. Vokoun gets the tope rope, while Headbanger is near the blowtorch. Smokie flies of the top rope and hits Headbanger on the back with the bat and falls off the ladder.

- Headbanger is lying on the mat and Vokoun has the bat. He then RIPS OFF THE BARBWIRE AND WRAPS IT AROUND HIS KNUCKLES. He lays in some fist drops right into Headbanger's head, making him bleed even more.The blood is just poaring from HBM's head. Vokoun sees this and starts biting Headbanger's bloody forehead. Smokie spits out the blood just for show and the crowd loves it.

Hoss: As much as I admire Smokie's courage and toughness....I will never get over how blood thirsty he is.

King: Don't worry Gorilla, pretty soon Headbanger will prove just how blood thirsty HE is.

- Vokoun picks up a dazed HBM and shoots him into the ropes and then drop toe holds him FACE FIRST ON THE LADDER!!! Headbanger is really taking a beating. Vokoun starts screaming at the top of his lungs. He throws Headbanger out of the ring. He goes to set up the ladder. Headbanger Man goes under the ring and gets a table. Vokoun is starting to climb the ladder. HBM sets up the table and then slowly gets into the ring without Vokoun knowing. Vokoun is almost to the top but Headbanger gets back to the apron jumps and hits the Springboard dropkick on the ladder, knocking it and Vokoun down. With HBM dazed from the fall, Vokoun gets up angry and starts pummling HBM somemore. Vokoun then shoots Headbanger into the corner. He is going for the Smoke Bomb. He gets to the top rope and picks up Headbanger. He is about to hit the Smoke Bomb, but Headbanger hits Smokie with an elbow. He changes directions and hits THE BLAST BEAT BOMB OF THE TOP ROPE ONTO THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!!

Hoss: OH MY GOD, THAT WAS A REAL SMART MOVE ON HEADBANGER'S PART!!! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!!!!.

King: The smartest man is gonna win this match, and that man is Headbanger.

- Vokoun is layed out from the table shot. HMB, picks up Vokoun throws him face first into the cage. Vokoun is laying there in a heap. HBM picks up a steel chair and CRACKS Smokie's head WITH A REALLY LOUD SHOT, sandwhiching him between the steel chair and the steel cage. Vokoun is BUSTED WIDE OPEN. HBM just laughs and evil laugh and HITS HIM AGAIN!!!! Vokoun slumps to the crowd and isn't moving.

Hoss: SMOKIN VOKOUN COULD BE DEAD AFTER THAT. HE'S NOT MOVING AND BARELY BREATHING!!!

King: It's about time....he was starting to bore me.

-HBM takes Vokoun's bloody hand and takes off the barbwire. He then WRAPS THE BARBWIRE AROUND VOKOUN'S NECK AND STARTS TO CHOKE!!!

Hoss: I realize this is a hardcore match, but Headbanger is trying to kill VOkoun with that barbwire!!! THIS
SHOULD BE STOPPED!!!!

-Headbanger drops Vokoun. Vokoun's neck is bleeding. HBM then gets in the ring, grabs the ladder and then slides it out of the ring. Vokoun is trying to hold himself up by grabbing on to the steel mesh. HBM squares up the helpless Vokoun and rams the ladder into his ribs. Vokoun is now coughing up blood.

Hoss: IS THERE ANYONE IN THE BACK WHO GIVES A DAMN TO STOP THIS MATCH, THE MAN IS BLEEDING INTERNALLY!!!

King: I'm about to agree with you, I don't really want to see a man really die in the ring.

-HBM starts laughing as the crowd boos him loudly. He kicks Vokoun in the ribs as Smokie coughs up some more blood. Headbanger then grabs the ladder and shoots it back into the ring. Vokoun is trying his best to crawl to the ring. Headbanger is setting up the ladder and starting to climb. Vokoun is slowly getting back into the ring. Headbanger sees Vokoun getting into the ring and is shocked.

King: I got to say this Gorilla, I'm so so shocked that Vokoun is able to even move after all that punishment.
Hoss: I think it's impossible to kill this man,no matter what.

-Headbanger gets off the ladder and kicks Vokoun in the head. He then quickly leaves the ring and grabs a steel chair. He slides it in the ring and CRACKS IT OVER VOKOU'S HEAD HARD!!! He then drops it and picks up Vokoun and hits THE HOLY DRIVER ON THE STEEL CHAIR. Vokoun is now motionless and Headbanger is free to climb the ladder.

Hoss: Pretty soon, this will end. Unfortunetly for Vokoun's "Freaks"....it won't end with Vokoun retain the WWCF Hardcore Title.

King: Well Headbanger better not waste anymore time, Vokoun loves to play Michael Myers.

- HBM starts climbing the ladder. Vokoun starts to recover a little bit, looks up and sees Headbanger climbin up the ladder for the blowtorch. He grabs on the ladder to hold himself up AND THEN STARTS CLIMBING!!!!

King: SEE I TOLD YOU!!! Headbanger was too slow getting up the ladder. He better hurry!!!

-Headbanger sees him and waits for him to climb up to meet him. The two men slowly start throwing punches at eachother. Vokoun rakes HBM's eyes gets to the top and picks up Headbanger...AND HITS A SAMOAN DROP OFF THE LADDER!!!!!!! Both men are laying face first on the mat.

Hoss: Ladies and gentleman, my jaw has literally dropped. Smokin Vokoun has comeback once again!! There is no stopping him!!!

King: Don't sell Headbanger short, he's been nothing short of amazing tonight as well.

-Vokoun is the first one up. He screams at the top of his lungs. He starts climbing up the ladder once again. Headbanger sees him and starts climbing as well. However, Vokoun gets to the top first and GRABS THE BLOWTORCH!!!!

Hoss: Oh no....this doesn't look good for Headbanger.
King: RUUUUUUUUUN HEADBANGER!!!!!!!

-Headbanger purposely falls of the ladder and sees Vokoun with a sick grin on his face. The crowd explodes and chants once again, "SMOKIES GONNA KILL YOU" "SMOKIE'S GONNA KILL YOU!!!!" Vokoun jumps down from the ladder and screams at Headbanger. Headbanger is running around the ring and Vokoun is giving chase. HBM see's the door and runs towards it, jumps on it and the door opens.

Hoss: Wait a minute, I thought the door would be locked. I guess Lloyd McFloyd forgot to lock the door.

King: I don't blame him, he probably isn't paid enough.

-Headbanger escapes the cell as Smokie is following him the blowtorch. Headbanger tries to find something that will protect him. He finds a steel chair and then starts climbing up the steel mesh to the top of the cell.

Hoss: Desperate men do desperate things, King. Headbanger knows that he's in a life or death situation and he needs to stay away from being set on fire.

-Vokoun stares up at Headbanger who made it to the top of the cell. Vokoun starts climbing up to get him. He holds the blowtorch in his teeth as he climbs. When he gets up there he is met with a stiff chair shot to the head. Both men are on the top of the cell Then actually pulls up the dazed Vokoun and takes the blowtorch. Headbanger drops the blowtorch hits some more stiff chair shots to Vokoun's skull. Vokoun drops face first on the cell. HBM drops the chair and grabs the blowtorch. He walks slowly to Vokoun. The taunts to the crowd who boos him. However, Vokoun sees this and drop toe holds HBM FACE FIRST ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!! Headbanger drops the blowtorch, Vokoun picks it up and waits for Headbanger to get up.

-Headbanger gets up and sees the blowtorch and runs to the the edge of the cell. Vokoun follows him and gives him a sick grin and giggle. Headbanger tries to beg of Vokoun but Vokoun just screams...I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. HE SHOOTS THE A FIRE BALL FROM THE BLOWTORCH ON THE HEADBANGER WHO THEN FALLS 25 FEET FROM THE TOP OF THE CELL ON TO THE ANNOUNCERS TABLE!!!!!!!

Hoss: OH MY GOD!!!!!! WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED? HEADBANGER JUST FEEL 25 FEET FROM THE VERY TOP OF THE CELL. HE MIGHT BE DEAD!!!!!!

Michael Muffer: Ladies....and gentleman....the winner.....AND STILL WWCF HARDCORE CHAMPION....THE SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd gives both men a standing ovation for that match. Vokoun celebrates on top of the cage but just collapses. Paramedics go to ringside to pick up Headbanger who is barely moving. He is being carried away in a stretcher. But before he leaves the area, he signifies that he's ok, not by a thumbs up, but a middle finger.

King: Well....I must say, I'm super impressed with Headbanger. He survived almost everything Smokin Vokoun could dish out and he's still alive.

Hoss: lets not forget that Vokoun was amazing as well. He made a huge comeback to retain his hardcore title. That was one of the most brutal matches in the history of the WWCF. Both men deserve a standing ovation. Both men are big time stars in my book.

-Vokoun gets off the cage and limps away. Lloyd McFloyd gives Vokoun his hardcore belt and he walks away to a loud ovation.

General Hospital Supermarket Brawl: Neo Het V. The General of the Monkey Army, Take II

Gorilla Tim Hoss: That was quite the match we had there, WWCF Galaxy, but let's check in on Neo Het and The General of the Monkey Army!

The General, Neo Het, Bongo, Tinkers, and Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson quietly sit inside of a limo which appears to be stuck in traffic.

Jesse King: Oh no, they must be in a traffic jam, Gorilla!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, we'll have to check in on them later, so let's move on to our next match!

Still wondering who it is?

Not long now.

The returning Legend will reveal himself…

Tonight.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well that was a good match and the matches should only get hotter tonight, King.

Jesse King: Speaking of heat! Look at the Craptron!

The Boiler Room

BRB sits in a foldup chair, his pipe wrench resting at his side while he handles the mic.

BRB: Welcome, WWCF Galaxy, to The Boiler Room, Wheel of Misfortune edition! Tonight we have the latest star to join our ranks. He calls himself Mysth, and we’re gonna find out what he’s all about!

The camera zooms out and pans to show Mysth sitting in another foldup chair, sweating from the heat while BRB appears to be dry as a desert.

BRB: So, uh… Mysth… You’ve made a fairly big deal of your past down south in the EWT, the former official e-fed of the WrestleCrap forums. What was it like for you back then?

BRB sticks the mic in Mysth’s face.

Mysth: I couldn't possibly have hoped for a better proving ground. Seriously, I started off slowly but once I got my first taste of success, I couldn't stop and always aimed higher and higher and higher! And eventually I made my way to the main event spot, and believe me that was no easy task considering the quality of the competition. Either way, it really helped me hone my skills, and hearing the cheers from the crowd and have fans backstage tell me that I would make a great World Champion was a blast. Too bad their encouragement never materialized to an actual reign.

BRB yanks the mic away.

BRB: Wait, you spent years in that e-fed without winning a single title? Not one?

BRB points at his WWCF Inter-Forum Championship belt. Mysth begins to respond but BRB is slightly late in getting the mic to his face.

Mysth: BRB, I have nothing but respect for you and all, but YOU go fighting an insane Irishman, YOU square off one-on-one against a zombie pirate in a cage, YOU go in a match where you face seven other opponents inside a 66,6 tons of steel cage that can only be won by knocking everyone else out, and then we'll talk about my lack of gold.

Besides, I achieved things no-one else did. I single-handedly stood against not one, but TWO of the most dangerous factions in the federation, Team Ireland and the Ministry of Peace, I defeated Liam O' Neill in his signature match while his manager tried to screw me over, I beat Ferhago Crow who had literally annihilated every other man he had ever faced, and that's just a small sample of my EWT career. So it may have not been made official by making me show up with gold around my waist, but I like to think I can take pride in what I did.

Of course, that doesn't mean I am not going to give all I have for this federation. This is a whole new World and I do realize that what I did elsewhere doesn't mean much until I show I can take on the competition, and that's what I intend to do against Kris Kobain tonight.

BRB: Oh, you seem pretty confident in your
chances of success against Kobain -and in the WWCF as a whole- for someone who has only been in one match so far.

Mysth: Don't get me wrong, I know Kobain is a very skilled man and he has what it takes to make it big, but like I already told him, he acts like he has already proved everything and that he should be admired now for what he is, instead of setting himself new goals and trying to get himself admired for new achievements. He is still a young man and a young wrestler, yet he thinks of himself as a grizzled veteran. And that's what gives me an edge.

I KNOW I am far from having proved myself, and I know everything may well fall apart right away if I am not careful. And that's why I am way more motivated and willing to win than he is, and that's why I am confident I will win, because I keep in mind that there is a possibility I might lose, and I must avoid that at all cost.

As for the WWCF, well, I like to think that I am not going to go very far if I base my gameplan on the assumption that I'm going to fail. Don't get me wrong, I do realize the WWCF roster is... amazing, filled to the brim with awe-inspiring talents. But I'm no pushover, and I don't see any reason to doubt my chances.

BRB: Got any last words before you enter the squared circle?

Mysth: I already told Kris everything I needed to tell him, so I don't have much to add, but I will say that I hope that whatever the outcome of the battle is, it will make him come back to his senses and make him give his Kobainites what they really want. Or else they will rightfully support someone else, maybe even... the Darkness in the Light.

BRB: Well then get out there and show the WWCF Galaxy what you’re all about. Just be on the lookout for me, BRB, if you make it at all and try reaching the top, cuz I’ll knock you back down to the dark matches with one swing of my big, massive, pipe wrench.

Mysth sternly nods. BRB turns to the camera.

BRB: I’m BRB and this has been a special Wheel of Misfortune edition of the Boiler Room. Take it away!

Jesse King: Mysth thinks pretty highly of himself but I’ll be damned if his battle hasn’t just begun here in the WWCF.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: EWT was a proud e-fed and I for one am glad to see a veteran from there putting on boots to entertain the WWCF Galaxy. I think that Mysth is one of those guys that we’re going to look back and realize that he had main event written all over him from the beginning.

Jesse King: Yeah? Well let’s move on.

General Hospital Supermarket Brawl: Neo Het V. The General of the Monkey Army, Take III

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well let's check back in with Neo Het and The General.

Jesse King: Oh jeez, I almost forgot about that match!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Remember, folks-

Graphic explaining rules of General Hospital Supermarket Match appears.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: They are going to fight at the local Kroger to put their opponent onto a stretcher to haul them into an ambulance and then drive them to the hospital.

Jesse King: I think that this is going to be one brutal match, TH.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: As do I, Jesse. As do I.

The limousine arrives at the local Kroger and Neo Het, The General, Bongo, and Tinkers get out and enter.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: We may be seeing history tonight, WWCF Galaxy. This match may very well go down as a legend.

Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson has both men walk five paces and then he begins the match. The General directs Bongo to go left and Tinkers to go right while he runs for Neo Het.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The General is directing the troops.

Jesse King: Every match is a war for The General.

The General throws a punch at Neo Het, who gets angry and throws a kick. The General catches it and goes for a dragon screw but Neo Het jumps with the twist and delivers an enzuigiri kick to The General and both men fall to the ground. Tinkers emerges a twelve-pack of Barq's root beer.

Jesse King: Uh oh, Barq's has bite, Gorilla!

Tinkers rips open the twelve pack and picks up a pair of cans and throws them at Neo Het, who rolls out of the way while The General gets up.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: This might be a journey through the supermarket, King. We've already started on pop.

Jesse King: It's called soda, Gorilla.

Neo Het kips up, is pelted with a can to the chest, and stumbles back a step.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Not where I come from, King.

Neo Het finds a two-liter bottle of Sunkist and throws it at Tinkers who moves out of the way and scampers off. Neo Het grabs another two-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper and bashes The General over the head with it once... twice... the bottle ruptures and explodes, soda pop spilling all over The General and Neo Het. The General throws a punch at Neo Het, who catches him with an arm drag into a table covered in pastries.

Jesse King: This is going to be a food fight, Gorilla!

The General gets up as Neo Het goes over to bash him over the head with another two-liter bottle of Sunkist but he whips out a broken half of the table and blocks it.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The General, resourceful as ever.

The General slams the table down on Neo Het's foot, making him stumble back on one foot. The General capitalizes with a standing lariat, knocking Neo Het over and back into a table with cakes.

Jesse King: I really hate seeing any cake go to waste, Gorilla. I really do.

Tinkers returns with a pair of twelve-oz bottles of Coke Zero and starts bashing Neo Het with them. The General walks over to start stomping on him but Neo Het catches him with a drop toe hold into a broken table half.

Jesse King: Whoa!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: That had to heard, King!

Neo Het rolls away from Tinkers, who pursues him but then decides to throw the bottles at him, both making contact to the back. Neo Het rolls around from the pain.

Jesse King: This is war, Gorilla, and The General clearly is clearly winning the numbers game.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: But does Neo Het have any magical comebacks for us?

Neo Het gets up as does The General. Neo Het runs behind The General and Irish whips him into a fresh vegetable stand. The General falls over from the impact but Neo Het chases after him. Tinkers runs up too, but Neo Het throws potatoes at her to drive her off, and she goes around the next corner.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, Tinkers may be gone, but where is Bongo?

Jesse King: All I know is that Neo Het is taking it to The General now.

Neo Het grabs a couple of plastic bags and ties them around The General's mouth.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: A plastic bag gag from Neo Het. Let's see The General bark out his orders now.

Neo Het locks his arm around The General's neck from behind and starts bashing him in the head with a potato.

Jesse King: Those potatoes aren't soft, Gorilla!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The General may have quite the bruises to show for this for weeks to come!

The potatoe breaks against The General's head. Neo Het puts a potato sack on the ground and DDT's The General into it.

Jesse King: Brutal!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: These men are brutalizing each other and the supermarket, King.

Neo Het stands The General up and hoists him onto his shoulders.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Neo Het with a standard fireman's carry.

Neo Het starts walking back towards the entrance.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: It may be over already, ladies and gentlemen.

Jesse King: C'mon General. You've been through all of those Hardcore Challenges through the years. You've got to get through this one too!

Neo Het comes around the corner when he a Heineken keg rolls into his leg. He falls forward onto his face.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: It's Bongo!

Jesse King: He must have been in the liquor department!

Bongo stands by the stretcher with a shopping cart full of Heineken kegs. The General starts getting up and knees Neo Het in the head.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The General is not quite out of this yet, King. Bongo saved him with that barrel of Heineken.

Jesse King: Well, keg.

The General stands up and picks up Neo Het. He controls him and drives him headfirst through a checkout aisle blocker and starts choking him out.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: How much more punishment can either of these two men take?

Neo Het elbows The General in the stomach, making him back up a step or so. Neo Het pulls his head out and slips underneath and stands up, back to The General. The General runs to him, but Neo Het jumps up and delivers a cutter attack to the aisle blocker.

Jesse King: The General's throat might have been smashed in right there, Gorilla!

Neo Het picks The General back up onto his shoulders and starts heading for the stretcher. Bongo picks up another Heineken keg and throws it at Neo Het, who just manages to side step it as it rolls down the way.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Looks like Bongo's tactics are not working here, King.

Jesse King: Yeah, but Bongo's a freakin' gorilla, Gorilla!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: That he is.

Neo Het keeps heading for the stretcher, limping along the way when Tinkers suddenly throws a banana peel in the way. Neo Het slips on the banana and inadvertently Samoan drops The General to the floor in the process.

Jesse King: And there's Tinkers with a trick of her own.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: She would do anything to please her husband.

Neo Het's butt is injured from the fall, but The General is hurt from the inadvertent Samoan drop, so neither man gets up. Bongo picks up another Heineken keg to throw at Neo Het.

Jesse King: No, Bongo, now's not the time!

Bongo throws the keg at Neo Het, who rolls out of the way, and it impacts with The General's side.

Jesse King: Bongo, you dumb idiot!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The General still has the plastic bag gag on his mouth, King. He can't issue any intelligible orders until he removes it!

Neo Het starts standing up, but his injuries are taking their toll on him. Neo Hte limps and is delicate with how he stands up, when Bongo picks up one last Heineken keg to throw at him.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: This isn't good for Neo Het. If he can't move, then The General takes this match.

Bongo throws the keg at Neo Het. It skips along the ground, but Tinker pulls The General out of the way as Neo Het jumps out of the way.

Jesse King: He missed!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Yes, but I think that the damage has been done.

Jesse King: On the other hand, Neo Het is still standing, while The General has to be saved by Tinkers.

Neo Het limps over to find The General. He crosses past a 10 items or less aisle and starts looking around. Bongo suddenly comes rushing behind him with the shopping cart. Neo Het is toppled and he falls backwards into the cart.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Bongo is putting Neo Het on express!

Bongo backs up the card and then rushes for the stretcher. Neo Het is in no position to quite do anything about it. Tinkers emerges from another checkout aisle, dragging The General behind her.

Jesse King: Neo Het seems to have won the battle, Gorilla, but he appears to have lost the war!

Bongo collides with the stretcher, rocking Neo Het. He reaches down at Neo Het, who sprays a sparkly dark brown mist into his eyes. Bongo is temporarily blinded and he starts wildly gesticulating about and heads away from Neo Het.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Not quite yet, it appears.

Neo Het stands back up out of the cart and goes to a checkout aisle, grabs a Brisk Ice Tea, guzzles down some, and then waits for Bongo to regain sight. Tinkers is homing in on the stretcher. The General no longer has the plastic bag gag over his mouth.

Jesse King: It's a battle just to get a man onto the stretcher, Gorilla.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The suspense is killing me, Jesse. Who will win?

Bongo recovers from the previous mist when Neo Het spits more mist into his eyes. Bongo reels again but this time Neo Het delivers a Kawaii Kick to his chest, knocking him into the shopping cart. Neo Het pushes the cart past a checkout aisle and forces it to go all of the way to other end of the local Kroger.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Good work there by Neo Het!

The General starts getting up by himself, he points outside and Tinkers runs out. The General and Neo Het exchange glares and go for each other. Neo punches The General, The General chops Neo. Neo Irish whips The General into the stretcher and The General falls over the stretcher onto the other side.

Jesse King: Just when you think that this is over, Gorilla...

Gorilla Tim Hoss: I thought that this was over at least five minutes ago.

Neo Het pulls the stretcher away from The General and stands up on it.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: I'm not so sure about this, King. From that height?

Neo Het leaps off for a Desu Dive onto The General. The General looks like he's completely out.

Jesse King: Damn, Gorilla. Just damn.

Neo Het picks up The General and puts him onto the stretcher and then pushes him outside and into the ambulance.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: It's all but over now, WWCF Galaxy.

Neo Het closes the ambulance doors and hops into the ambulance and drives off. Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson hops into a limousine to follow them.

Jesse King: Now we enter the final phase of the match, TH. Neo Het has to deliver The General to the hospital so that he may win.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, we'll catch up with them later, Jesse King, but it seems that the match is all but won by Neo Het. Let's move on.

Official IF Title Rankings Match: Kris Kobain V. Mysth

Neric: Well folks, coming up is the Rankings match between Kris Kobain and Mysth! Let’s give the wheel a spin and see what type of match it’ll be!

Neric spins the wheel and it lands on…

Neric: A Pillow Fight on the Roof!

King: A pillow fight? That’s kinda lame.

Hoss: Not this one, Jess. Right now, both men have been given pillowcases and they are filling them up with all the weapons they can hold!

The camera cuts to the back where Kobain stuffs a giant toolbox into his pillow case.

King: And what is this about the match being on the roof?

Hoss: As our fans know, Jonathan Michaels fancies the roof as a second home of sorts. He keeps all his weapons up there and tonight, both our competitors may use those weapons in this match, plus the ones they bring along!

King: Wow Gorilla! I guess this match isn’t so lame after all!

Hoss: I understand both men are on their way to the roof, so let’s get up there!

Sara Nakatomi is already on the roof, wearing a referee’s shirt.

Muffer - The following contest is a pillow fight on the roof!

Kris Kobain climbs up the side of the roof, while Mysth enters from the stairwell.

Muffer - Introducing first, Kris Kobain! And his opponent, Mysth!

Sara walks over a shoves Muffer.

Muffer - Um.. Ladies and gentlemen, your special referee for this match, Sara Nakatomi!

Sara smiles, waves for the camera, then signals for the match to begin.

Kobain immediately reaches into his pillowcase and pulls out a can of RC. He downs the soda, then bashes Mysth in the head with the can. Mysth reaches into his own pillow case, pulls out a ping pong paddle, and breaks it over Kobain’s head!

Hoss - And there’s the initial exchange!

Kobain tackles Mysth and the two brawl, trading punches in the middle of the roof. Kobain wins the exchange, knocking Mysth to his knees.

Down on the ground, we see ring crew members scurrying to lay crash mats around the building.

King - What’s goin’ on down there, Gorilla?!

Hoss - As I understand it, Seth Drakin has ordered that mats be placed around the outside of the arena, in the case of any “accidents” during this match.

Kobain continues to hammer Mysth, knocking him to the floor. He goes over to a small alcove and pulls out a 2x4. He lifts it overhead, then cracks it across Mysth’s skull! Cover!

1!
2!
Kickout!

Kobain grabs the toolbox out of his pillowcase, opens it, and retrieves a hammer. He goes to bash Mysth with it, but Mysth blocks with a low blow! He quickly rolls over and pulls out a baseball bat! With Kobain nursing his extremities, Mysth grabs the bat and swings for the fences!

King - C’mon! That was a foul ball!

Hoss - Looked like a homerun to me, Jess!

Kobain, in a world of pain, manages to pick up a stop sign and nail Mysth across the face with it! He then goes up to Sara and asks her to massage his “sore spot”. Sara replies with a slap across the face.

King - That was uncalled for! She’s the ref!

Hoss - She was just calmly reminding Kobain that she’s not the masseuse.

Kobain rubs the side of his face, then walks towards Sara, backing her up to the edge of the roof! He grabs her, but Mysth rolls him up!

1!
2!
Kickout!

Kobain drops Mysth with a right hand, then starts digging through the weapons stash for something.

Hoss - Now what is Kobain looking for?

Suddenly, he stops digging and pulls out…

King - Look Gorilla! The tack chair!

Kobain holds the chair up, looking at it with a malicious grin.

Hoss - Nothing good can come from this, Jess.

Kobain cradles the chair like a newborn as Mysth slowly get’s to his feet. Kobain lines him up, swings…

Hoss - And nobody home!

Sara snatches the chair away and tosses it off the roof, where it gets stuck to a member of the ring crew!

King - Damn, that’s gotta hurt!

Mysth hit’s a DDT on Kobain! Cover!

Sara is still looking down at the ring crew guy, who is gushing blood while EMTs rush to his aid. She hear’s Mysth shout at her and runs over!

1!
2!
Kickout!

Mysth lifts Kobain for the Mysthsterious Ways, but Kobain counters with a falling forearm! He quickly climbs to the top of the elevator and performs the Afterburn!

King - Whoa!

Cover!

1!
2!
3!

Muffer - Here is your winner, Kris Kobain!

Down on the ground, the ring crew member Sara hit is being loaded onto the ambulance.

Hoss - A thrilling match, but it was not without casualties!

King - Caused by Sara Nakatomi of all people!

General Hospital Supermarket Brawl: Neo Het V. The General of the Monkey Army, Conclusion

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, King. It's time to finally bring our first match to its close, let's join a live remote.

The ambulance arrives at the hospital. EMT's arrive to open the doors and out comes Neo Het, pushed by Tinkers. Neo Het has a nasty bruise right in the face.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: What?

Jesse King: The General!

The driver's door opens and out comes The General, cigar in mouth and a plastic bag full of potatoes in hand.

Jesse King: He did it!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: I cannot believe this King! The General made it through in the end.

Referee "Spud" Verne Johnson raises The General's arm. Tinkers climbs into his other arm.

Michael Muffer: Here is your winner, The General of the Monkey Army!

*King Kong 2004 Theme*

Jesse King: The General had a hell of a battle and a hell of a war with Neo Het, but his superior tactics and stategy won out. He must have pocketed a couple of potatoes earlier and then used the paper bag gag to make a blackjack.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: It's another one for the record books for The General. If I were our Hardcore Champion, I'd watch out.

Jesse King: Damn right, but let's move on to our next match.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Wheel of Misfortune is already one for the record books tonight, and up next we join Fred G. Neric as he takes another spin on the Wheel of Misfortune!

Fred G. Neric: Thank you Gorilla. I am standing here with the WWCF Inter-Forum Champion Boiler Room Brawler and one of the challengers for the belt, future WWCF legend Jazzman.

Jazzman: Spin us something good tonight, Fred.

BRB: Something good, something bad, I don't give a damn, Fred. In fact, shouldn't it be me, BRB, who gets a spin?

Fred G. Neric: Well, no. I'm sorry Mr. Brawler, but Commissioner Morton has charged me-

BRB shoves Fred G. Neric out of the way, tightens his grip on his pipe wrench, and swings it down on a peg, making the Wheel of Misfortune spin so quickly that it threatens to fall over.

Jesse King: He could have smashed the Wheel of Misfortune, Gorilla!

The Wheel of Misfortune continues spinning.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: A mighty swing from our Inter-Forum Champion. Tonight could be his last night with the belt.

Jesse King: Not exactly, Gorilla. He still gets his rematch.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well he's still due for his Hardcore Championship match, so that could take a while.

Jesse King: Not his fault that he became a double champion.

The Wheel of Misfortune starts to slow down.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Need more lipstick, King?

Jesse King: What do you mean?

Gorilla Tim Hoss: For kissing BRB's ass.

Jesse King: Hey!

The Wheel of Misfortune starts to come to a stop. It passes by Hardcore Match... it passes by Hell in a Cell...

Gorilla Tim Hoss: What's it gonna be tonight?

The Wheel of Misfortune passes by Three-Way Dance... but it lands on Boiler Room Brawl Mercy Street Challenge.[/color]

Fred G. Neric: Tonight's Inter-Forum Championship match will be a Boiler Room Mercy Street Challenge!

Jazzman has a confused look on his face and he looks to BRB, who looks only slightly less confused.

Jesse King: The heck kinda match is that?

Fred G. Neric: Yes, a Boiler Room Mercy Street Challenge, in which all contestants are locked into the Parts Unknown Arena boiler room...

BRB grins and nods.

Jesse King: Be in his element tonight.

Fred G. Neric: All weapons found within are legal for use. In the boiler room there will be an electric chair...

Gorilla Tim Hoss: What?

BRB and Jazzman exchange looks.

Fred G. Neric: To win, a contestant must strap one of their opponents into the chair and pull the switch to win.

Jazzman: You know what Fred, I'm gonna say something now. I've never wrestled a match like this before. But if you-

Jazzman points to BRB then sweeps his finger across the air, looking around himself.

Jazzman: -or the Man in Black think that I'm gonna be scared off then you've got another thing coming. You can bring that big, massive, pipe wrench of yours BRB.

Jazzman points around the air again, looking around.

Jazzman: And you can bring your darkest sorcery, Man in Black, but you should both get ready for a whole new tune tonight!

Fred G. Neric: Strong words from Jazzman tonight. We'll get to this match later tonight while officials set it up downstairs, take it away Gorilla and Jesse![/color]

Jesse King: Wow! I-just- Wow!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Can Boiler Room Brawler live up to his namesake tonight and retain the gold over his shoulder? Find out tonight, WWCF Galaxy.

Jesse King: Well, let's move on to our next match, but I'll be damned if I am not impatient for the Inter-Forum Championship match tonight.

Submission match for the WWCF Championship of Honor: Jonathan Michaels V. Evil M

Hoss - Well folks, now it’s time for Evil M V. Jonathan Michaels, a match we’ve seen countless times before.

King - But tonight Gorilla, a whole new element has been added!

Hoss - Indeed. Unlike their past encounters, where the Hardcore title was at stake, this time, it’s about the Championship of Honor!

Muffer - The following contest is a submission match and it is for the WWCF Championship of Honor!

*Man on the Silver Mountain*

Evil M walks down the ramp, sporting a Yellow Jacket t-shirt and a hat that reads “DO IT FOR YJ!”

Muffer - Introducing first, from Rockland, Mass, weighing in at 300 pounds, Evil M!

Hoss - M insisted on this match being made a submission match, Jess.

King - And last week on NiteRaw, he showed that he is more than capable when it comes to submission wrestling.

Hoss - But keep in mind, he needed the aid of a weapon to win that match, Jess. He can’t do that here, due to the Rules of Honor being in effect.

King - Hey, M didn’t NEED to hit Sparks with the mic to win! He just felt that Sparks deserved it!

*DOA*

Jonathan Michaels enters through the smoke, holding the Championship of Honor up high,

Muffer - And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the reigning and defending Champion of Honor, Jonathan Michaels!

Hoss - At first glance, Michaels doesn’t look like your typical poster boy for Rules of Honor, but he’s done that title right, Jess!

King - He has definitely done a lot to make the belt mean something, Gorilla. But this match, I dunno.

Hoss - What do you mean?

King - These two hate each other, Gorilla. Can they really stick to the Rules of Honor?

Hoss - Well, we’re about to find out.

Referee Floyd McLloyd calls both men to the center of the ring. Michaels offers his hand and M takes it.

Hoss - Well, so far, so good. Show of sportsmanship by both men.

King - More like a test of strength, Gorilla!

M and Michaels keep a tight grip, each trying to out muscle the other one! M leans forward, trying to back Michaels up, but Michaels fights back, sending M towards his corner. Michaels gets M in the corner and McLloyd forces a break.

Hoss - Well, Michaels wins the first confrontation of this match, Jess.

King - Yeah, but as he knows better than anyone, he’ll need to do way more to keep Evil M down!

Michaels and M tie up in the center of the ring. Michaels with a wristlock, but M counters it and forces Michaels to the mat.

Hoss - M trying for an early submission with a jujitsu hold!

Michaels breaks the hold and tries to lock M’s arm, but M pushes him back with his free hand! Another tie up and M tries to pull Michaels into a triangle choke, but Jonathan blocks it and counters into the Boston crab!

King - Whoa! Michaels tying M up with one of his own signature moves!

M uses his size advantage to pull himself to the ropes. Michaels let’s go, but holds on to M’s ankle. He tries to pull him to the center of the ring, but M kicks him back! Michaels tries to grab him again, but M pulls him in and applies a triangle choke!

Hoss - This time he locks it on!

M tries to cinch in the hold, but Michaels pushes forward, forcing a break! M get’s to his feet, but Jonathan meets him with a snap suplex! Michaels grabs M’s leg and hooks on a spinning toehold! M tries to break free, but Michaels voluntarily relinquishes the hold, then slaps on a Figure Four!

Hoss - Jess, this is one of the moves Evil M showcased on NiteRaw last week!

King - Michaels has stolen it as his own!

Michaels leans back, putting pressure on M’s legs, as the challenger cries out in pain!

Hoss - I can’t believe it, Jess! Evil M is actually crying!

King - The man’s in pain, Gorilla!

Hoss - Well he better man up if he wants to escape this hold!

M struggles and makes it to the ropes, forcing a break. McLloyd has to pull Michaels off of M. M rolls to the outside, holding his leg in pain. McLloyd forces Michaels to his corner, then warns M he has to return to the ring or he’ll forfeit the match. M slowly crawls back in, still favoring the right leg. Michaels pounces on him, trying to pull him to the center of the ring, but M reaches up, grabs the arm, and pulls him down into the Crowbar! Michaels grabs the bottom rope, forcing a break. M releases the hold, then pops up with no problem.

Hoss - M was playing possum that whole time, Jess!

King - Brilliant move!

Michaels gets to his feet and lunges at M, who blocks and goes for the Crowbar again, but Michaels cuts behind him and attempts to lock on a chicken wing! M breaks free, elbowing Michaels in the face, then takes out Jonathan’s legs and applies a Boston Crab!

King - Evil M is showing Jonathan Michaels how it’s done!

Michaels uses his upper body to inch towards the ropes, but as he grabs for the bottom rope, M pulls him back and transitions into an STF! Michaels fires off some elbows with his free arm, loosening the grip, then pulls M down into a modified crossface!

Hoss - Their just trading holds and counter holds now, Jess!

Michaels tries to lock up M’s arm to fully apply the hold, but M get’s to his knees, forcing Michaels to his feet, still trying to lock in the hold. M elbows out of it, however, and hooks the arm, trapping Michaels in the Crowbar while standing, with M still on his knees!

King - Look at this Gorilla! M trying to apply the Crowbar one way or another!

M keeps the hold locked in and uses the leverage to get to his feet. Michaels refuses to be brought to his knees, but the pain is obvious in his eyes. M cranks back, causing the Champion to yell out.

Hoss - Evil M is showing us just how resourceful he is and just how dangerous the Crowbar is!

M continues to wrench back until finally, Michaels taps!

Muffer - Here is your winner, and the NEW Champion of Honor, Evil M!

Hoss - That was an unbelievable effort by both men, Jess, but Evil M has shown us just how versatile he is, and just how deadly the Crowbar is!

M clutches the belt to his chest and grabs the Yellow Jacket t-shirt, holding them both to his chest.

M - For you, YJ! For you!

M stands up and turns to acknowledge the crowd, but…

King - Fade to Black!

Michaels stands over M and points to the belt.

Michaels - Enjoy it while it lasts.

Michaels turns to leave, but Sparks runs in from behind and nails him with the Coup-de-Grace!

King - What is Sparks doing out here?!

Hoss - He promised to get even with both Michaels and M, Jess!

King - But he’s ruining the new Champion’s moment!

Sparks stands over M, who sits up and grabs him by the throat! Sparks kicks him in the nuts, then hit’s the Spinnerette! He then picks up the Championship of Honor and holds it up, before dropping it across M’s chest and leaving.

Hoss - Sparks has made an impact here tonight, Jess!

King - Yeah, at the expense of the new Champion! It’s not fair, Gorilla!

Hoss - Regardless, we must move on.

Square and The Hangman V. The Southwest Connection

Neric: Well, folks, up next is the Southwest Connection taking on The Hangman and Square! Let’s find out what type of match these two teams will be competing in!

Neric spins the wheel and it lands on…

Neric: A falls count anywhere but in the ring Singapore Cane match!

Hoss - Well this should be most interesting. Singapore canes will be scattered all around the ringside area, and those canes may be used as weapons by the combatants!

King - And the best part is falls count anywhere!

Hoss - Except for in the ring, Jess. Who knows where this match could end up!

Micheal Muffer: Coming to the ring first, at a combined weight of 510 pounds representing the Human Hate Machine Square and The Hangman!

*I Don't Care*
Square and Hangman walk down the ramp, Square carrying a briefcase with "HHM" written upon the side. Square slides into the ring, whilst Hangman walks to the side of the ring, grabbing a cane.

Muffer: And there opponents, at a combined weight of 480 pounds Little Naitch and Tyfo, The SouthWest Connection!

*New Blackjack's Theme*

The SouthWest Connection appear on stage for a thunerdous appluse, both men run down to the ring with Tyfo diving into the ring and Naitch running around ringside

Gorilla Tim Hoss: And this match is on! Tyfo is squaring up against the smaller Square, who had some controversal things to say about him during the buildup to this match.

Jesse King: The weak link of the SWC chain can't go up against the bigger and stronger Hangman, so leaves Naitch to deal with him it seems

Hoss: Or that Tyfo wants to shut Square up and get that $25,000.

On the outside of the ring Naitch and Hangman are swinging wildly with Signapore canes dualing like Medevil knights, where as Tyfo has a strong headlock on Square in the centre of the ring. Tyfo hip tosses Square and floors him with a closeline as he gets up, Tyfo goes for it again but Square ducks and takes Tyfo down with a back suplex.

Naitch feigns for a cane shot to the head, only to smash him in the side and then into the unproteced head of the Jamacian. Naitch goes for the cover
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Hoss: Naitch got the big man off his feet, and went straight for the win whilst his partner was busy in the ring. Remember you can not pin your opponent in the ring.

As Naitch locks in a half boston crab to Hangman, Tyfo reverses a belly to belly suplex by Square with a vicious kick downstairs. Tyfo throws the now infertile Square over the ropes and starts to clap. Tyfo starts his run up as Square gets to his feet, not noticing the cane in Square's hand. As Tyfo dives through the ropes, Square cracks him in the centre of the skull with a bloody impact. Naitch, on the other side of the ring, sees this and turns his back on the Hate Machine big man and gets a double axe handle to the back for punishment. Hangman knocks over a trashcan of canes, and picks up Naitch for a eletric chair drop but despite Naitch trying to tear his eye out Hangman connects with the electric chair drop into the can.

King: That has got to hurt! Naitch has been dropped back first from over six and a half foot into a metalic and wooden mess.

Hangman covers
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Naitch somehow gets a shoulder up

Hoss: How did Naitch kick out of that? I was almost certain that the Human Hate Machine had the win

Square and Hangman stand over the fallen Naitch, both with wicked intentions in mind. Square starts to place Singapore canes onto Naitch, whilst Hangman climbs onto the top rope calling for the Guillotine. Square boots Naitch in the face as Hangman gathers his balance.

King: It's taking a little longer than normal for Hangman to get his balance, he wants to make sure that he gets full contact with this

Hoss: Square's just let go of the pile of canes Hangman is ready to fly. GuilloNO! Tyfo just saved his tag team partner. The bloodied Tyfo throwing wild punches.

Square runs around to stop Tyfo, but the Dallas native meets him with a double axe handle and starts choking him with a cane. The blood pouring down his head, Tyfo grabs hold of Square's legs and locks in the texas cloverleaf

Hoss: It's the cloverleaf! Will Square tap?

King: Square looks in absolute agony, it's only a matter of when

Square's hand goes up to tap, but thanks to a big boot by Hangman the Human Hate Machines are still in the match.

King: Square has had serious leg injuries before, that has had to have taken it's toll.

Hangman covers
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Hoss: Hangman almost won and lost the match in 5 seconds then. Naitch and Hangman are trading blows, Square is using our table to help stand up and Tyfo is out it seems. Hangman with the irish whip,SUPERKICK! SQUARE JUST SUPERKICKED THE TASTE OUT OF NAITCH'S MOUTH!

Square falls down beside Naitch, clutching his knee, whilst Hangman dives over to cover Naitch
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Muffer: Here are your winners, Square and the Hangman THE HUMAN HATE MACHINE!

Hoss: Hangman has just pinned a former world champion, and won $25,000 in the process

King: Not only that but The Hangman has proved that he can hang with the big stars of WWCF, and showed why Amigo has called him the future of WWCF.

Hangman stands tall inbetween the two fallen SouthWest Connection members, soaking in the boos of the crowd.

Boiler Room Mercy Street Match: WWCF Inter-Forum Championship: The Boiler Room Brawler V. Jazzman V. The Man in Black

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, that was quite a match we just saw, but Wheel of Misfortune continues as we finally arrive at the Inter-Forum Championship match.

Jesse King: Can you believe that this story of treachery all began at A Very Special Wrestle Crap Christmas last year?

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Hard to believe yes, but so are many of the things that happen in the WWCF.

*Craptron Video Package*

*Rigorous Vengeance - Municipal Waste*

A Very Special Wrestlecrap Christmas - BRB slams M.O.P. to the mat with the Boiling Point and stands victorious when the lights go out. The come back on and BRB turns around to see the Man in Black, who lays out BRB with his own pipe wrench.

Monday Niteraw - BRB, DR Jackson, M.O.P., and Aaron Enigma stand in the ring as The Man in Black speaks from the Craptron.

*Bring Tha Noize - Public Enemy feat. Anthrax*

Monday Niteraw - BRB and DR Jackson exchange words.

Monday Niteraw - Jackson crushes Jesse King's back with the High Attitude.

Saved By the Bell - BRB leaps off the ring apron onto DR Jackson who is covered by a chair. He goes for the pin to win the Inter-Forum Championship.

*When A Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash*

Monday Niteraw - The Man in Black swings BRB's pipe wrench into BRB's gut.

WrestleCrapocalypse - The Man in Black and The Hangman leap off the top rope and land guillotine leg drops onto Boiler Room Brawler and the Smokin' Vokoun.

Monday Niteraw - Square unmasks himself and BRB becomes livid.

Championship Heatz!!1! - The Man in Black clobbers Square. BRB tosses Square out of the ring and puts his hands on his hips as Square is counted out.

*Hurricane Season - Trombone Shorty*

Monday Niteraw - Jazzman defeats TTS for the Number One Contendership.

Sunday Night Heatz!!1! - Jazzman appears on The Boiler Room with BRB and challenges the Man in Black.

Monday Niteraw - The Man in Black appears in the ring in a puff of smoke. He piledrives Jazzman. He top rope guillotine leg drops Jazzman. He pins Jazzman.

wwcf.com - Jazzman requests that the Man in Black be in the IF Championship match. Seth Drakin seeks BRB's approval and gets it.

Wheel of Misfortune - BRB spins the Wheel of Misfortune with his pipe wrench and it comes up Boiler Room Brawl Mercy Street match.

*End Craptron Video Package*

Gorilla Tim Hoss: That was a hell of a video package. A sweeping saga covering nearly seven months of action, suspense, and even some drama.

Jesse King: But it all comes to this, Gorilla. Tonight, all three men show what they are truly made of in this... Boiler Room Brawl Mercy Street match?

BRB, Jazzman, and Referee John Creed stand in the Parts Unknown Arena boiler room. Creed speaks with BRB and Jazzman but the Man in Black is nowhere to be seen.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Looks like the Man in Black is going to make another fashionable entrance.

The lights in the boiler room flicker and then go out.

Jesse King: That better be him, cuz if all the lights go out the match will have to be postponed.

The lights come back on, and the Man in Black stands across the way from BRB and Jazzman, forming a triangle. Referee John Creed has to stop BRB from attacking and BRB respects his orders. Jazzman looks both ways.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The winner of this match is gonna look like a million, hard-earned bucks.

Creed turns around in a circle to keep track of all three men as he explains the rules to them.

Jesse King: Remember, folks at home. This match takes place in a locked boiler room here everything is a legal weapon.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: But to win, a contestant must pull the lever on an unluckily strapped in opponent in that there electric chair. This match is merely exacerbated by the presence of three men rather than two.

Creed finishes explaining the rules to BRB, Jazzman, and MiB. He looks up the stairs and sees the door shut and lock.

Jesse King: This brawl should settle it all, Gorilla. Each man has something to gain and something to lose.

Creed signals the match to start and he quickly runs out of the way as BRB runs for the Man in Black, who runs to the stairs and climbs up them. Jazzman takes this cue and runs to a set of stairs on the opposite wall to the Man in Black.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: This will be like a game of chess. Jazzman and the Man in Black have taken opposite sides along the boiler room walls.

Jesse King: It's BRB's choice here, but I think that it's an easy one.

BRB runs for the Man in Black, who leaps over the guardrail, keeps a hold of it, and then drops down the floor. Jazzman runs down the stairs for the Man in Black, who runs up to the Man in Black and throws a kick at him.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Jazzman is one of the best students of the game, Jesse.

MiB Irish whips Jazzman into BRB as he comes back down the stairs, BRB slams himself into Jazzman, who stumbles back a few steps and uses a pipe to keep his footing.

Jesse King: Hey, look, Gorilla!

Creed is sitting in a foldup chair as the match progresses. MiB ducks under one of BRB's chops and throws a punch to the ribs. Jazzman stands back and waits for an opening.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: John Creed is probably the toughest referee in the business after "Spud" Verne Johnson, but he knows when to stay out of the action.

BRB locks his arms around MiB and goes for a belly-to-belly suplex but Jazzman jumps on MiB's back and keeps him grounded. BRB is surprised by this, giving MiB enough time to deliver a headbutt to BRB's face and then escape the hold.

Jesse King: Jazzman is getting interesting, TH.

Jazzman hoists the Man in Black from behind and reverse body slams him to the concrete floor.

Jesse King: He probably trained more for MiB than BRB.

BRB front kicks the vulnerable Jazzman and knocks him over. He stands over MiB and goes for an elbow drop but MiB rolls out of the way and BRB drives his elbow into the concrete floor.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: That has to hurt, Jesse.

Jesse King: It had to hurt even more when the Man in Black was reverse body slammed facefirst into the concrete floor by Jazzman.

All three men return to their feet and gauge each other.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Apparently not enough. They look like they're just getting started.

BRB throws a chop at MiB, who ducks it just as Jazzman throws a Yakuza kick aimed for his head. Jazzman ends up kicking BRB in the hand as a result, and BRB quickly retracts his hand, wincing. The MiB twists around while still ducking and hooks his arm underneath Jazzman, lifting him up and hoisting him onto his shoulders.

Jesse King: Excellent timing by the Man in Black.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Quick thinker too.

MiB starts spinning around with Jazzman still on his shoulders until he collides one of Jazzman's feet into BRB's head. BRB backs up, still recovering from the kick to the hand.

Jesse King: More airplane spinning for Jazzman.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: As well as being used as a weapon.

MiB keeps spinning as he heads for a nearby table.

Jesse King: Uh-oh, this isn't going to be good for Jazzman.

MiB stops suddenly and winds up for a new maneuver but Jazzman locks in both of MiB's arms and pulls him backwards, crashing him through the table with a crucifix pin.

Jesse King: Holy crap, Gorilla! Did you see that?

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Jazzman is a freeform catch-as-catch-can grappler. He dances to his own tune and it might win him the Inter-Forum Championship if he plays well enough tonight.

BRB returns to the fray, standing above both Jazzman and MiB. He pats both of his elbows, and then drops down for a double elbow drop.

Jesse King: And BRB capitalizes.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Looks like that table crushing crucifix pin hurt Jazzman some too.

BRB gets up and looks between the two men.

Jesse King: Who's going into the chair?

BRB grabs MiB and drags him towards the chair.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: It's finally payback time for BRB.

Jazzman stirs as BRB props MiB into the chair but then he's met with a punch across the face.

Jesse King: Not over yet.

MiB hooks BRB from underneath into another fireman's carry, but with some slight strain.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Look at the strength of the Man in Black.

MiB starts spinning around and backs BRB into a wall. Jazzman approaches MiB, but waits for him to finish.

Jesse King: Jazzman wants a second shot at the Man in Black, but he's a man of honor. Big mistake if you ask me.

MiB, BRB still on his shoulders, rolls forward, slamming BRB onto his back, and he himself landing on his back.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: What a hell of a slam by the Man in Black to Boiler Room Brawler!

Jesse King: And that's hard concrete flooring there, TH!

Jazzman offers his hand to MiB, which is accepted. MiB stands up and immediately spins around for a lariat but Jazzman catches him when his back is facing him and hooks MiB's arms, and then pulls forward, slamming his head into the electric chair with a loud THUD!

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Jazzman being creative tonight with mere pins.

BRB stirs as Jazzman stands back up, MiB's arms still hooked, and stands the MiB up, supporting him with his own body. He unhooks MiB's arms, grabs MiB's head, and drops down for a neckbreaker.

Jesse King: The Man in Black is taking a beating tonight from Jazzman.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: No doubt about it. Jazzman is dominating this match right now.

BRB starts getting up. Jazzman takes notice and gets back up himself. He faces BRB and throws a kick to BRB's face. BRB takes it and charges forward, shoulder blocking Jazzman into the electric chair.

Jesse King: BRB is a friggin' juggernaut, Gorilla.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: He's one tough son of a bitch, that's for sure, King.

Jazzman falls forward but BRB catches him and Irish whips him into a pipe.

Jesse King: Oh!

BRB grapples Jazzman from behind with a full nelson and lifts him into the air.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: A flying full nelson from Boiler Room Brawler to Jazzman.

Jesse King: A pretty basic hold, but BRB's size makes it really potent.

BRB carries Jazzman up the stairs while the MiB recovers.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: BRB is taking Jazzman to the other side of the boiler room, where he cannot affect the match.

Jesse King: Right you are. BRB wants to defeat the Man in Black by himself.

Jazzman struggles in BRB's grip, so BRB turns and slams Jazzman belly-first into a guard rail.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Everything in that boiler room is a legal weapon.

Jesse King: If you think about it, that entire boiler room is a weapon!

BRB lifts Jazzman up again, slidesh is arms into a rear waistlock, and belly-to-back suplexes Jazzman into the metal grated floor with a loud CLANG!

Jesse King: I think that Jazzman is out of the match, Gorilla.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Well, he is the Boiler Room Brawler after all. I'd almost feel pity for the Man in Black if he wasn't such a despicable son of a bitch.

BRB returns to the floor to find the MiB waiting for him.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The Man in Black is back up, but is he ready for Boiler Room Brawler?

They run at each other. MiB leaps into the air and takes BRB down with a leg lariat.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: He's strong, he's fast, he's smart, and he's dangerously athletic for his size, King.

MiB is up first and starts stomping on BRB but BRB eventually catches a foot to which MiB jumps with his free foot and knee drops BRB straight into the belly.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: It's a real brawl tonight for the Inter-Forum Championship.

MiB pounds his fist into BRB's belly until BRB lets go, to which he steps away as BRB gets onto one knee and recovers.

Jesse King: They're taking it to each other but poor Jazzman is nowhere to be seen.

MiB returns to BRB, who stands up to meet him. MiB pulls back and punches BRB. BRB winds up and throws a chop at MiB.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: One of BRB's big knife edge chops; like a meat cleaver to the chest.

MiB waistlocks BRB and headbutts him in the face. BRB responds by locking his arms around MiB's upper torso. Both men struggle to get the upper hand on the other.

Jesse King: I think that BRB's going to win this one.

MiB headbutts BRB again, to which BRB lifts him up and drops him groinfirst onto his knee.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: A Manhattan Drop from BRB!

MiB falls backwards into the electric chair. BRB runs at him and drives a front kick to the chest, making him collapse into the chair.

Jesse King: BRB's got this one in the bag, TH!

BRB secures MiB and heads for the switch, only to find his pipe wrench has been tightly fastened onto the lever so that it cannot be lowered.

Jesse King: What?

Jazzman jumps over the railing, missile dropkicking BRB in the head and knocking him over.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: It's Jazzman! Jazzman is back in the match!

Jazzman starts unfastening the pipe wrench from the lever when the Man in Black starts getting out of the electric chair.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Smart move by Jazzman there. He used the pipe wrench so that the lever could not be lowered.

Jesse King: Too bad the Man in Black is getting back out of the chair!

MiB runs up to Jazzman, who spins around and throws a kick to MiB's chest, making him stumble back but not fall over. MiB looks to his side to see BRB on the ground, to which he looks at Jazzman, who looks between MiB and BRB, and he nods.

Jesse King: Looks like they're taking the big man out of this match, Gorilla.

MiB begins standing BRB back up, to which Jazzman helps out. Both men to his side, BRB suddenly headlocks both men and runs forward, bulldogging them to the ground.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: BRB is still in the game too!

BRB takes a rest while MiB and Jazzman are out.

Jesse King: I've seen few matches fought so hard for the Inter-Forum Championship, Gorilla. At this point, I say let the best man win.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: The best man appears to be Boiler Room Brawler at this point.

BRB gets up and recovers on his feet while MiB and Jazzman stir.

Jesse King: But as the saying goes, TH, "It ain't over 'til it's over."

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Right you are, King. Especially in the WWCF.

BRB walks over to the lever and starts unfastening the pipe wrench some more. MiB and Jazzman continue stirring, both starting to recover from the double bulldog.

Jesse King: Think of all of the people that have been laid out with that pipe, Gorilla. I know I once was by Damn Right Jackson and he knew how to swing that sucker hard.

The pipe wrench is almost loose as MiB and Jazzman start to get up. BRB looks behind himself and tries to hurry.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Jazzman played a pretty good gambit by tightly fastening that pipe wrench around the lever.

MiB and Jazzman are back on their feet when BRB manages to remove the pipe wrench.

Jesse King: The deadliest weapon in that entire room is in the champ's hands now.

BRB makes wide horizontal sweep with the pipe wrench which MiB and Jazzman narrowly dodge and then run for BRB.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: A near miss from BRB.

BRB swings the pipe wrench upwards with the current momentum to which Jazzman throws a kick at BRB's arm. MiB responds by running behind BRB and grabbing onto the pipe wrench.

Jesse King: That pipe wrench could be the end of either man; it is priority numero uno, Gorilla.

BRB lets go of the pipe wrench and turns around to be met with a pipe wrench jab to the gut, making him bend over. MiB raises his pipe wrench to BRB's face and bashes him upwards. BRB dazily stumbles away, turning around towards Jazzman.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: This double team may work yet.

BRB stumbles towards Jazzman, who turns around and ducks down. MiB drops the pipe wrench and goes behind BRB, lifting him up as Jazzman locks his arm around BRB's head and pulls him overhead.

Jesse King: Oh no!

MiB keeps lifting and Jazzman completes his snap mare and drives BRB's head to the floor with a driver.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: BRB took the A Train! The champ is down! The champ is down!

BRB is not even stirring. Jazzman and MiB pick up BRB and move him into the electric chair.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: That's three hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight there, but luckily Jazzman is strong and the Man in Black is a big guy.

BRB is put into the electric chair and is strapped in. MiB spins around and lariats Jazzman to the floor.

Jesse King: I knew it! I knew that MiB would get Jazzman after that team-up!

MiB runs for the switch as Jazzman starts getting back up, rubbing his jaw.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: No! It can't happen! No!

The Man in Black pulls the lever and BRB is electrocuted, spittle foaming from his mouth. Referee John Creed gets up from his chair and calls the match.

Jesse King: Unbelievable!

Michael Muffer: Here is your winner and NEW World WrestleCrap Federation Inter-Forum Champion: The Man... In... Black!

Jazzman sneers at the Man in Black as Referee John Creed hands the Man in Black the Inter-Forum Championship belt.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: This is a miscarriage of justice, King! This is not what was supposed to happen! The Man in Black won! The Man in Black is the Inter-Forum Champion!

Jesse King: I said, "May the best man, win," Gorilla, and the best man won: the Man in Black.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: We don't even know who he is yet, and he's champion!

Jesse King: And Boiler Room Brawler and Jazzman have only themselves to blame.

The Man in Black walks up the stairs, the Inter-Forum Championship belt secured around his waist.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: He gets to walk out of that boiler room with that belt, King. It's just wrong.

Suddenly from the lights go out in the boiler room and from the speakers:

Jesse King: Making his fashionable exit...

You spent all of last week guessing.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: What?

Even tonight, you're still in the dark.

A legend returns... NOW!

The lights come back on and the boiler room door opens to reveal...

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Whitey Fats! Whitey Fats has returned!

The Man in Black stands confused as Whitey holds a trashcan lid and slams it into his skull, making him stumble back.

Jesse King: Whitey got the drop on the Man in Black!

Whitey capitalizes on the stumbling Man in Black by grappling him and slamming him to the metal grated floor with the Burning Hammer.

Jesse King: And Whitey even tosses in his Burning Hammer!

Jazzman and Referee John Creed stand at the foot of the stairs as Whitey stands over the Man in Black and points down at them and then leaves.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Incredible, King! Whitey Fats has made a triumphant return by laying out the already weakened Man in Black!

Jesse King: I can barely believe half of what I just saw with this match. Definitely one for the record books, TH. And yet we still have two more matches as the Wheel of Misfortune continues.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Right you are, King. Unbelievable Inter-Forum Championship match but I'll bet that this is far from over. That said, let's move on to our next match.

Colt V. “Damn Right“ Jackson

Gorilla Tim Hoss: This upcoming match is one I simply cannot wait for Jesse.

Jesse King: Me neither, one of the nastiest, hated and simply most downright evil superstars in this industry finally gets what's coming to him as DR Jackson takes on the White Knight, Colt.

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Both men have proven they'd do almost anything to prove to eachother who is the better man, and it finally all comes to a head tonight!

Two Months Ago...

DR Jackson has Little Naitch set up for the Spear... suddenly he is cut off by a returning Colt. Colt runs in and brawls with Jackson, Colt gets the upperhand and lays Jackson out with the Story on Page One. A week later Jackson gets the upperhand and lays Colt out with the High Anxiety. The following week the two argue back and forth and ends with an all out brawl.

Survivor Team Challenge Series...

Colt/Seth Drakin/LittleNaitch take on Jackson/Yellow Jacket/Evil M. Jacket eliminate Drakin, Naitch eliminates Jacket and then Colt eliminate Evil M, leaving Colt/Naitch vs Jackson. Jackson and Naitch continue their long feud, busting eachother open in the process, Jackson eventually puts Naitch away. Jackson starts off dominating Colt, but Colt fights back and defeats Jackson with the Story on Page One.

Last month...

Jackson vs Naitch vs Square, the winner advances in a Triangle Tournament. Jackson comes out on top, once again defeating Naitch. Colt vs Viva Los Bio Dome vs Jonathon Michaels is next, Colt has it under control, however Jackson runs in and lays Colt out, costing him the match. The following week Jackson takes on Viva and Amigo in the finals. Viva is taken out early and Jackson has a commanding advantage over Amigo, Amigo gets locked in the Altitude Adjustment, however Colt runs in and clubs Jackson with a Baseball bat, giving Amigo the win.

Last week...

The show opens with DR Jackson attacking Colt in the lockerroom, busting him up the hard way and finishing him off with a baseball bat. Jackson and Amigo take on Jay Caroll in what is now a handicap match, they dominate until Colt runs in for the save, however Jackson cheapshots Colt and lays him out with a Spear. After the match, security run and and stop Jackson from doing anymore damage.

As you can see, these guys want to simply hurt the other man... Now lets see what match type it's going to be...

The wheel spinds and lands on a Bed of Nails...

Gorilla Tim Hoss: You want to hurt your opponent? A Bed of Nails is the best way to go!

Michael Muffer: The following contest is the Bed of Nails Match and it is scheduled for One Fall. The four corners of the ring will have a "Bed" of Nails propped up against the Turbuckle. There is no Disqualification and No Count Out, the only way to win the match is be first throwing your opponent through a bed of nails, and then by Pinfall or Submission after that.

Jesse King: You mean these guys actually have to be put through one of those things!?

Gorilla Tim Hoss: Disney, enjoy!

"Too Black... Too Strong... DAMN RIGHT!"
I Made It - Kevin Rudolf

The crowd erupt in boos as "Damn Right" Jackson steps out of the curtain in his trademarked white suit. He has a very confident look on his face as he walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans. He rolls into the ring and stares at the Tables coated in nails. He continues to look confident.

Introducing first, from West Philadelphia, born and raised. Weighing in tonight at 300 pounds... The Black Dynasty "Damn Right" Jackson!

"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

The boos quickly turn to cheers as Colt steps out behind the curtain in his mask, hat and trenchcoat combo, he has minor bruising on his ribs but he doesn't let that bother him. He stands on the top of the ramp with his finger pointed to the sky as the fans cheer him on. He then sprints down to the ring and gets right in Jackson's face.

And the opponent, from The Daily Story, Adelaide, Australia. Weighing in tonight at 246 pounds, The Story on Page One... Colt!

The referee seperates the two men and Colt quickly takes off his hat and coat, as Jackson goes to take off his jacket. The ref calls for the bell, but Jackson quickly throws his jacket right in Colt's face, blinding him. Jackson then quickly lays Colt out with a huge Spear in the opening seconds.

God! What won't that man do to get an advantage!

The right thing? However in the end, he's done nothing wrong, it's No DQ, he's smart!

Jackson quickly picks Colt up (still with the Jacket over his face) and goes to whip him into the Bed of Nails, but Colt quickly reverses the whip and pulls Jackson in and manages to hit a Russian Leg Sweep, despite being blinded. Colt then uses the time to take the Jacket off, he takes a look at it and puts it in, to the crowds delight.

Now that's just teasing!

I'd argue that it looks much better on him!

Yeah you would!

Jackson sees this and jumps right to his feet and gets in Colt's face, screaming "Who do you think you are?", Colt simply responds with a slap. Jackson is fuming, he goes for a punch, but Colt blocks it and responds with another slap. Jackson responds to that with a Big Boot. He then picks Colt up and drops him down with a Scoop Slam, followed by an elbow drop. He goes to pick Colt up again, but Colt counters by poking Jackson in the eye. Jackson stumbles back and Colt runs at Jackson with a diving Clothesline, taking both Jackson and himself to the outside.

Colt willing to put it all on the line to put an end to Jackson's yammering!

The two men land hard on the floor, but both manage to get up at the same time. They spring towards eachother throwing lefts and rights. The start brawling up the ramp, until Colt double legs Jackson half way up the ramp. Colt mounts Jackson and starts hammering away, but Jackson manages to roll over, throwing Colt off. Jackson gets to his feet and takes Colt down with a hard Lariat. Jackson then hits Colt with a body slam on the hard ground. Jackson then picks Colt up and holds him up high with a Gorilla Press...

Oh my, this does not look good for Colt here!

That man is a ruthless bully! A monster!

Jackson goes to drop Colt backwards, but Colt counters it into a huge Reverse DDT!

My god! That could cause a severe concussion!

Colt then stands over the fallen Jackson and takes off his White Jacket, Jackson slowly starts to stir, and the moment he sits up. Colt begins to strangle Jackson with the jacket!

What the? Disney are not going to like this at all!

After all that Colt has had to suffer at the hands of Jackson, I'm sure Me, Colt and the whole WWCF Galaxy can agree, Disney can shove it!

Jackson is flailing in agony and he struggles to break free. Colt continues to wrench back, even applying a leg grapevine, making escape futile.

Jackson is about to fade away! Colt might already have this one won!

*garbled*

What was that? What did you say?

*garbled*

What on earth is going on with your headset?

Jackson continues to flail, however after a breif struggle, he falls limp. Unconscious. Colt then lets go, and rips the Jacket in half, to the crowds delight. Colt then begins to drag Jackson into the ring. Colt rolls Jackson into the ring and gets in there himself.

Colt then takes a look at one of the bed of nails.

He's going to do it!

*garbled*

Colt then picks up the much heavier, dead weighted Jackson, he attempts to whip him to the corner, but Jackson just falls right back down. So Colt drags him towards the bed. He once again gingerly picks Jackson up. He goes to push him into the bed, but Jackson quickly fires back with a huge lariat!

Jackson's alive!

*garbled*

Jackson then quickly picks Colt up and lifts him high with a Gorilla Press, and drops him down onto Jackson knee, hitting a huge backbreaker onto Colt's bruised ribs. Jackson also falls down...

And Jackson's second wind has been blown out...

*garbled...* -structed to issue an apology for what I had said early. I... Jesse King, Colt and the WWCF Galaxy do NOT indeed believe that Disney should "Shove it", infact we fully support their wishes and also strongly believe that after the airing of this Pay Per View Event, you should all go out and see Toy Story 3! I know we all will!

Well that explains that then.

Colt and Jackson struggle to their feet, Colt grasping at his ribs and Jackson grabbing at his throat trying to regain composure. Colt gets to his feet first and runs at Jackson, but Jackson counters with a Back Body Drop. Jackson then follows up with another Elbow Drop. Jackson then sets Colt up for a Powerbomb, he picks Colt up, but Colt counters into a Jawbreaker. Colt then runs to the ropes and follows up with a Million Dollar Knee Lift, Colt then runs to the opposite ropes and attempts his Neckbreaker, however Jackson has it telegraphed and coutners that with a one armed Uranage!

Jackson quickly puts a stop to Colt's famous finishing combo!

You can tell these two men have studied eachothers moveset vigorously!

Jackson picks Colt up and sets him up for a Oklahoma Slam, he changes his direction so he's facing one of the Bed of Nails. He runs towards it with the intention of Slamming Colt through it, but Colt quickly wriggles out at the last second and dropkicks Jackson right through the Bed of Nails!

Oh my god! What a counter!

Finally! Justice has been served!

Jackson has lost it yet, however this puts him at a great disadvantage!

Jackson is rolling around, screaming in agony, his back is covered in scratches and scars and they start to bleed. Colt stands over him, smiling sadistically. He drags Jackson into the middle of the ring and taunts for him to get up. Jackson struggles to get to his knees, and Colt quickly run in and clocks him with a Shining Wizard.

And there's Colt with the .45 Caliber!

Colt stands triumphantly over Jackson, he holds his finger high in the sky as the crowd cheer him on. He falls to his knees and covers Jackson, the referee goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Jackson kicks out! The Colt and the crowd are shocked!

WHAT?

Colt quickly climbs up to the turnbuckle with the broken bed and taunts for Jackson to get up. Jackson struggles to his feet and Colt dives off with a flying forearm.

And there's Colt signature Quick Draw!

This has to be it!

Colt goes for the pin...

1..

2..

Jackson again kicks out! Colt quickly makes no delay and and puts Jackson in a front facelock. Colt hoists Jackson up to attempt a Story on Page One, but Jackson wriggles out and quickly reverses it into a High Anxiety! Jackson immediately makes the cover...

Jackson is still in this!

The ref doesn't make the pin.

Ha!

Jackson gets in the refs face and asks why he didn't make the pin... "Are you a racist!?", the referee simply explains that he cannot go for a pin until Colt goes through a bed of nails. Frustrated, Jackson picks Colt up and simply attempts to whip him through one, but Colt quickly rolls out of the ring. Colt ducks down to the apron skirt. Jackson walks over to the apron, but Colt pops up and hits Jackson in the jaw with the Baseball Bat. Jackson collapses backwards. Colt rolls into the ring and applies a Dragon Sleeper!

And here's a move Colt calls the Single Action Army!

Jackson is knocked out! Colt has this!

The referee quickly goes to check on Jackson, he raises his hand once... it drops.

He raises it a second time... it drops.

He raises it a third time... it dro- NO! Jackson keeps it up, Colt quickly transitions the move into a Dragon Clutch...

And there is his Finisher we've been longing to see since his return... The Final Thought!

Colt wrenches back hard on the move and the referee asks Jackson if he gives up... Instead of replying, Jackson fights to his feet, however Colt keeps the move locked in. Jackson then stumbles backwards, deliberately sending himself and Colt crashing through another Bed of Nails!

Oh the humanity!

It still counts! Jackson allow to pin Colt or make him submit.

Jackson fights to his feet but quickly stumbles back to one knee. The crowd are showering him with dueling "Asshole!" and "He's Hardcore!" chants. He slowly turns his attention to a Colt writhing in agony. He slowly approaches his prey, like a killer. And slowly picks him up. Jackson then sets Colt up for a Powerbomb, he points to the Sky, mocking Colt. He hoists him up, turns him around and lays Colt out with a huge Powerbomb in the centre of the ring. Jackson then makes the cover.

1...

2...

Colt gets the shoulder up! The crowd explode and Jackson is bewildered!

He's alive!

How did Colt have the where-with-it-all to kick out?

Jackson wastes no time and attempts to set Colt up in the Altitude Adjustment, but Colt counters it into a reverse snapmare. Both men are down... Jackson rolls to the outside.

How both men are able to move, let alone continue to fight is beyond me.

It's a testament to their passion, it's this same resolve that allowed Colt to capture the hearts of us all and ultimately become THE guy of this company.

And whether you like him or not, it's that same resolve that's going to make "Damn Right" Jackson a legend in this industry.

Colt uses the ropes to get to his feet, the crowd begin a loud "Let's go Colt!" chant, Jackon is seen holding the Baseball Bat, and he uses it as a crutch to get to his feet, a small portion of the crowd being "Let's go Jackson!"

Colt throws his mask to the ground and tells Jackson to get in the ring. Jackson cautiously slides into the ring and gets to his feel, holding the Bat up high. Colt tells him to bring it.

Jackson takes a Swing, but Colt sidesteps it and dropkicks Jackson's cut up back. Jackson staggers forward, still with the Baseball Bat in his hand. Colt attempts a Russian Leg Sweep, but Jackson catches Colt and drives the bat into his gut. Colt bends over in pain, and Jackson hits Colt across the back with the bat, snapping the bat in half. Colt simply drops to the mat. Jackson goes for a pin.

1...

2...

Colt somehow manages to get his shoulder out!

Unbelievable, even after having a Baseball Bat smash across his back, he's willing to fight on!

Jackson frustratedly goes to the other side of the ring and measures Colt up for a Spear. He makes the run, but Colt counters with a Drop Toe Hold, making Jackson crash through another Bed of Nails!

HOLY SH**

Jackson rolls around with his face covered in blood. Simply screaming in agony. Colt goes for the pin right away.

This has to be it.

Why would you want to go on!

1...

2...

Jackson still kicks out! Colt cannot believe it.

How much more can these guys have?

Colt desperately picks Jackson up and kicks him in the midsection, he then applies a front face lock and quickly picks Jackson up, without delay he transitions the Suplex into a Stunner.

And there it is! The Story on Page One! Good night Black Dynasty!

Colt makes the cover.

1...

2...

Jackson STILL gets a shoulder up! Shockingly, "Let's Go Jackson!" chants begin to get louder and louder.

I... I can't believe it. All I can say is, win or lose... Tonight, Jackson made it!

Colt then, with no other option rolls out of the ring and goes to grab something out of the apron. He pulls out a ladder! The crowd go nuts!

No way, what else could these guys have instore for eachother?

I'm afraid to find out.

Colt sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring, and he begins to climb it. He turns his back to Jackson and the crowd begin to chant "Story!". Colt dives off with a Moonsault onto Jackson! The crowd burst into a "Holy S***" chant.

Colt rolls around, also in pain.

I'm now convinced, these guys care wayyyy more about their pride than their own well being!

However Colt's own damaged midsection lead to that Moonsault doing alot more damage to him than he had expected!

Rolls to Jackson, but instead of going for a pin, he picks him up and attempts another Story on Page One. Jackson lands on his feet and hits a quick High Anxiety! Jackson makes the pin...

1...

2...

Colt also kicks out!

I cannot believe, both these guys have survived the other mans biggest moves, their finishing moves and submissions! What will this take!

Jackson, visibly upset and in agony bangs on the mat, constantly yelling "What do I have to do?". Jackson goes to pick up Colt, but Colt quickly pushes Jackson away and Colt connects with a Running Neckbreaker!

Colt then stands over Jackson and stares right at the Bed of Nails, then to the ladder, then to Jackson then back to the ladder.

I think Colt has an idea...

I wouldn't want to be Jackson position right now, this looks lethal!

Colt picks up the limp Jackson and places him up against the Ladder. Colt then climbs up to the top of the ladder and grabs Jacksons arm, and he beings to pull Jackson up the ladder. Colt then places Jackson in a front facelock and points his finger to the sky.

No, it can't be?

Story on Page One off the ladder, through the Bed of Nails?

Colt goes to lift Jackson, but Jackson quickly breaks free and slams Colt's face right onto the top of the ladder. Jackson then jumps off of the ladder, Spearing Colt off of the ladder and right onto the final Bed of Nails!

Holy Sh**!

A loud "You sick f***" chant breaks out as both Colt and Jackson lay in the Bed of Nails, writhing in pain. Jackson rolls his arm over Colt...

1...

2...

3!!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match, by pinfall... "Damn Right" Jackson!

I Made It - Kevin Rudolf

Half the fans explode in ovation, and the other half in boos, as EMTs and Referees run down and assist the two men.

King, I am speechless, completely speechless to what we just saw...

We just saw two of the very best give it their absolute all, and it all came down to who had that final ace up their sleeve...

The EMTs help Jackson to his feet, he struggles to stay up, but he raises his hand in triumph, the crowd begin a "That was Awesome!" chant. They carry Jackson to the back.

And what a huge victory by that young superstar, whether you don't like his methods or his beliefs or how he usually carries himself in the ring. No one can take what a phenomenal victory that was for him... No one.

The EMTs then help Colt up, the crowd pop for him big time, starting a "Thank you, Colt!" chant. Colt painfully raises his finger to the air, with a smile, before collapsing in pain. They help him to the back.

And you can't take anything away from Colt either, he fought as hard as he did when he was in his prime. Despite coming up short, he has nothing to be ashamed for that his performance, every match needs a winner and unfortunately for Colt they also need a loser. Tonight was simply Jackson's night...

.WWCF World Championship: Jay Carroll V. Amigo
Special Referee: Viva Los Bio Dome

Hoss - Well, now it‘s time for our main event! Let‘s go to Fred G. Neric for the final spin of the wheel!

Neric: Ladies and gentlemen, here we go!

Neric gives the wheel a spin and it lands on…

Neric: A No-Ropes Barbed Wire Sickle Chain Deathmatch!

King - Wow! What a crazy match this is gonna be!

Hoss - Folks, the ropes are replaced with barbed wire, creating an already dangerous environment. Add to it a bullrope, with a sickle in place of the cowbell, and you‘ve got a recipe for mayhem!

King - Well what‘re we waiting for?! Let‘s send it down to Muffer!

Michael Muffer: From Hayward, California! He is your special guest referee for the WWCF Heavyweight championship. Vivaaaaaaaaaa Los BYE-OHHHHHHHHHHH DOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

*Paparazzi (Metal Version) hits the speakers, and the red carpet rolls out. Viva Los Bio Dome appears at the top of the ramp with Lisa Garcia and Marissa Logan. The Paparazzi is shooting his picture at a feverish pace, and since he has little physical work to do, he camps it up for the camera men. He walks down the ramp and lets the ladies bend the ropes before entering and posing on every corner with his referee's shirt.*

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: You see, this is exactly what I'm afraid of, frankly. I just have the disgusting feeling that Viva Los Bio Dome is unable to do anything without making it about him. This match is about Amigo and Jay Carroll. But no, it's going to be Viva's night, and I have no idea why.

Jesse King: Hey, I know why, Timmy. It's because he's the greatest entertainer this world has ever seen. The fans DESERVE this.

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: You should really look in the mirror before you come out here, King. Your nose is covered in Viva's brown right now.

Jesse King: Don't hate the player, hate the game, buddy.

Michael Muffer: Hailing from Tempe, Arizona! He's your number one contender for the belt. Coming in at a weight of 214 lbs and a height of 6 foot even... AHHHH-MEEEEEEEEEEEE-GO!

*Welcome to Hell hits the speakers loudly, and Amigo walks out with The Human Hate Machines not far behind. He's got a sickle chain in hand, and since he was pushing for this match, he's quite stoked.*

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Now here's a guy that is a jerk, much like Viva Los Bio Dome, but the guy comes by it honestly, and if you don't like it, he's got a couple of fists that will make you come around. A lucky guy, as well, as he was actively pushing for this match, and the wheel spun in his favor!

Jesse King: You know, if you ask me, this guy is just jealous of Viva. Here's a guy who never has anything nice to say about anybody, and if you say something he doesn't like, you're delusional, an assclown, etc. The pot's continually calling the kettle black with this guy, and I'd just like the see Amigo, just once, show a sign of respect for ANY competitor he faces.

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Keep dreaming, pal. Amigo doesn't want respect and he sure as hell isn't going to start showing respect any time soon.

Michael Muffer: And last but certainly not least. He is your WWCF World Heavyweight Champion. Coming out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania at a weight of 215 and a height of 6 foot even, Jayyyyyyyyy CARE-OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

*Well Thought Out Twinkies hits and Jay runs out to the ramp all smiles. He's clearly enthused to compete, even if it means getting sliced open with a sickle. Out comes The Family, and it looks like this won't just be a Championship match, but also a turf war.*

Jesse King: Uh oh, it might just become stable vs. stable out here!

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I remember earlier in the week, Viva made quite clear that he was going to banish both The Family and The Human Hate Machines from ringside, lets see if he holds true to his promise.

Jesse King: Viva is a man of his word, 'Rilla. Why even question it? Done deal, these guys won't be here when the match starts.

*Viva takes the microphone and sends Michael Muffer out of the ring.*

Viva Los Bio Dome: Hey! I'm glad you guys are all here in one place. Not to show off, but I've got some news. You didn't really think I was going to come out here with my tail between my legs and ref the match without incident, did you? I mean, it's like you people don't even know me.

Seth Drakin, I'd like to see that pretty little face of yours up on the Crappertron, please. I've got time to wait, as I'm the one that calls for the bell around here.

*Both Amigo and Jay Carroll look around puzzled, also a little irritated. The three men in the ring and the stables outside of it both wait patiently, until about 30 seconds later, Seth appears on the Crappertron.*

Seth Drakin: What do you want, Viva? What is SO important that you would deny our fans the match of the night?

Viva Los Bio Dome: Well, hey camera man, you see that guy sitting between Lisa and Marissa? Pan over there, show Seth.

*Viva waits until the cameraman obliges. On the screen appears a man in a nice suit, sitting quietly and showing no emotion whatsoever.*

Viva Los Bio Dome: You see that guy, Seth? That's my lawyer, Jack Thompson. You see, when I told you that I wanted to prove my worth and fight in the triple threat tournament, I never really gave up my rematch clause. I never ripped apart my contract, and it is still here, intact.

*Jack Thompson holds up the contract.*

Viva Los Bio Dome: As such, I would expect you to honor your half, and grant me my rematch.

Seth Drakin: Jay, Amigo, I'm sorry, but my hands are tied here. This man does deserve a rematch.

*Both Jay Carroll and Amigo both look at each other and are livid at the idea of a triple threat match.*

Viva Los Bio Dome: Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, Seth. I don't want to fight tonight. After all, I've got a refereeing job to do.

But I do want my rematch next Monday night on Niteraw, and I want Amigo, The Family, Heavy Metal Hollywood, and The Human Hate Machines all banned from interfering. I'm taking my title back.

Seth Drakin: So be it, Viva. Now, will you please start the match?

Viva Los Bio Dome: Yes sir. Woah, wait a sec. Hold on. Now that I've made all you useless bastards jealous, vacate ringside. Now.

*The Human Hate Machines and The Family all yell terrible things at Viva before walking slowly up the ramp and exiting.*

Viva finally calls for the bell and Amigo and Jay lock up. They start off with a tug of war, pulling the rope back and forth, both trying to gain possession of the sickle. Amigo gives a firm yank and grabs the sickle. He immediately clocks Jay with it, then tries to drive it into his throat. Jay grab’s Amigo’s hand and forces it back, then kicks Amigo off. Jay kips up and charges, but Amigo backdrop’s him into the barbed wire ropes! He walks over and begins choking Jay with his boot, as Viva stands back, looking disinterested.

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Get your head in the game, Viva! You have a job to do! This isn't a boring match, this is two men in a deadly game of chess!

Amigo pulls Jay up and throws him into the corner, then charges, hitting a forearm smash. Jay slumps down, as Amigo picks up the sickle chain. He approaches Jay and holds the chain up high, but before he can use it, Jay kicks Amigo low, causing him to drop the chain! Jay tackles Amigo at the knees, driving him into the mat. He mounts Amigo and starts hammering him with punches, as Viva just watches.

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Viva, he's supposed to have a 5 count there! You can't just let a man beat another man into ground beef!

Jesse King: It's a friggin' No Rope Barbed Wire Sickle Chain DEATHMATCH, 'Rilla! You really think Viva's gonna pull a guy off with a SICKLE CHAIN in his hand?!

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: You know what, King? That's actually a fair point. I really hadn't even thought of that.

Amigo knocks Jay off of him and get’s to his feet. The two lock up again and Amigo tosses Jay towards the barbed wire ropes. Jay reverses it, though, and Amigo hit’s the ropes hard!

Jay pulls Amigo out of the wire and we can see blood dripping from his back. He set’s Amigo in position for a piledriver, but Amigo back body drop’s him into the wire!

Jesse King: These men are a mess, physically. Good god, there is blood everywhere, and no end in sight. I'm starting to get physically ill.

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: What's a matter, King? Never seen a little blood before?

Amigo pulls a bleeding Jay out and DDT’s him! Cover!

Viva takes his time going down for the pin and Jay is able to kick out before one.

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: What's your excuse for that, King? There is NO EXCUSE for being a poor sport and not doing your job to the fullest. He doesn't have to be happy he's a ref instead of being a participant in the match, but he should have enough respect for the sport to do his JOB!

Jesse King: I agree with you, Timmy, but the truth of the matter is that Viva stands to gain a lot more by letting these two rip each other in to pulled pork. I don't like it, and I agree, he should be calling the match fair, but I understand it.

Amigo pulls Jay up and suplex’s him into the wire! He then picks up the sickle chain and drives it into Jay’s forehead!

Jay begins gushing blood as Amigo continues to work him over with the sickle chain. Viva continues to watch, not caring one way or another what happens.

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Okay, King. I'm starting to feel queasy too. You like to watch two men battle, but this is borderline snuff film. I just hope these two survive.

Amigo takes the rope and chokes Jay with it, then covers him! Viva slowly goes down and makes the count.

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Kickout!

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Man, Viva is really giving Amigo the shaft here. He needs to quicken his pace and give him a fair shake.

Amigo glares at Viva, before kicking Jay in the head! He picks up the sickle chain and wraps it around his hand, then waits for Jay to get up. As Jay get’s to his feet, Amigo levels him with a hard shot, assisted by the chain!

Jay is a bloody mess now, as Amigo sit’s him up. He backs up, going for the Bom-Ba-Ye, but then he stops and grins. He takes the sickle chain and wraps it around his knee, then backs up again. He goes for the Bom-Ba-Ye, but Jay ducks the shot! Amigo spins around and Jay rolls him up! Viva slowly goes down to count, but Amigo kicks out before Viva starts counting!

Jesse King: Say what you want, 'Rilla, but at least he's lethargic for the both of them. We may not like his way of officiating, but I can't say it's been unfair either way.

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I guess I can agree with that.

Amigo drives his knee into Jay’s gut, then lifts Jay up and hit’s a brainbuster! Amigo covers him, making sure to place his elbow across Jay’s face! Viva goes down very slowly and begins counting.

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Thr-Jay shoots his shoulder up!

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Are you kidding me, Viva?! Amigo was robbed! He had this match won! This is a disgrace! A DISGRACE!!

Amigo get’s in Viva’s face, yelling at him about the slow counts. He shoves Viva, then turns back to Jay. He picks the Champion up, but Viva grabs the World Title belt and nails Amigo in the back of the head with it! Jay quickly cradles him! Viva goes down to make the count!

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Jesse King: Jay wins! Jay wins! The rematch of the century next week on Niteraw!

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Everyone within a 50 mile radius of this building knows that Amigo was absolutely pilfered of a second title reign tonight, and now he's left in the dust. No rematch clause, no chance for revenge during Viva's rematch next monday. This is sick. This is disgusting, dispicable, and a dark day in the WWCF.

Michael Muffer: Here is your winner, and STILL WWCF World Champion, Jay Carroll!

Viva stands above Amigo and begins talking trash.

Viva Los Bio Dome: An eye for an eye, my friend. Now, you have no chance but to go ahead and watch me win the belt you covet next week. It's nothing personal, man. You cost me my shot in the Triple Threat Tournament, and now I cost you your shot. The world wants to see me put Jay to sleep, man. They don't want to see me beat up a sad little man like you.

"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: You see, this is why I hate Viva. He stuck his nose all up where it didn't belong. He cost Amigo a legitimate chance at the title, and now he's got his own match next week in which Amigo cannot exact his payback. He's just a total, and I'm sorry for the language, folks. He's just a total asshole, and I'm really getting tired of him.

Jesse King: The guy is amazing, man. Why can't you respect him for his genius? Seriously! Until next week, I'm Jesse King with "Gorilla" Tim Hoss. Thank you for watching Wheel of Misfortune. See you next week, everybody!

Credits: BRB, Smokin’ Vokoun, Mysth, Jazzman, Evil M, Square, Colt, and Viva