Monday Niteraw - June 14, 2010
6/16/10
Sparks V. The Smokin Vokoun
Tim Hoss; Before we go to our first match, lets go to Fred G. Neric with The Smokin Vokoun.
Jesse King: Yeah....good luck with that Fred.
Fred G Neric: Well Smokey, just moments away from your big match against Sparks, a member of Heavy Metal Hollywood. However, it's clear to everyone that your main focus is on Headbanger Man. The man who is the number one contender to your Hardcore championship. How do you filter out all of those distractions and focus on this match with Sparks?
Vokoun: For once Freddy boy...YOU'VE ASKED A DECENT QUESTION!!! Which is rare to say the least. Anyway, the way I see it....it's not just Smokin Vokoun vs Headbanger Man or Smokin Vokoun vs Sparks....IT'S SMOKIN VOKOUN VS THE WHOLE DAMN HEAVY METAL HOLLYWOOD!!!! I see them all as one unit. A machine if you will. But as we all know, eventually machines break down. They won't run as well if you take out ONE PART AT A TIME!! Sparks... WRONG PLACE....WRONG TIME!!! YOUR THE FIRST PART THAT WILL BE DESTROYED TONIGHT....and Headbanger....your next on the hit list. And once those parts are destroyed...once those parts are no longer useable...then the whole stinkin Heavy Metal Hollywood...WILL CRUMBLE DOWN BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES!!!! And if you all think I'm jokin.....THEN YOU DON'T KNOW SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!!!
G. Neric: Back to you Gorilla.
Sparks vs The Smokin Vokoun
Michael Muffer: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is set for one fall...in a non title match.
*Pull me under - Dream Theatre*
Muffer: Coming down to the ring...representing Heavy Metal Hollywood...from Sevierville, TN....weighing in a 216 pounds....SPARKS!!!!
- The crowd boos him loudly as he walks to the ring.
Hoss: King, Vokoun mentioned in his interview..."wrong place, wrong time" for Sparks.
King: Don't worry Gorilla, Sparks is smart. He realized that Vokoun may be looking past him. And, mark my words, Vokoun will pay the price tonight.
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.....THE SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!
-He walks to the ring, staring a hole into Sparks. He starts screaming at the top of his lungs as the fans go crazy for him.
Hoss: No matter how hard Vokoun tries the fans continue to cheer for him.
King: Well certain people love freaks. And Vokoun is the freakiest of them all. And frankly its sicking that the WWCF Galaxy has taken to this weirdo.
-Sparks is on the outside while Vokoun runs into the ring. He yells for Sparks to get into the ring, but Sparks isn't too willing to get in the ring. Vokoun then loses patience and runs outside to get him. Vokoun chases Sparks around the ring. Sparks gets into the ring first, Vokoun goes after him, but Sparks takes advantage and starts laying in some knee drops as the bell rings.
King: Look at the moron. People like Vokoun always will fall for the trick. Sparks is a smart wrestler!
- Sparks picks up Vokoun, shoots him into the ropes hits, the diving clothesline and applys an armbar. Vokoun fights it by getting up, but Sparks still has control. Sparks wrings Smokie's arm. Vokoun then reverses it with an armbar of his own. Sparks reverses Vokoun. But then Vokoun pulls Sparks in for a short armed clothesline.
Hoss: That was an impressive exchange by the two men. Vokoun showing more wrestling smarts than we give him credit for.
King: Yeah....who knew that moron knows what an armbar is.
- Vokoun sees Sparks and goes for the Mandible Claw, but Sparks blocks Vokoun's right arm. But Vokoun uses the left arm to drop a Bionic Elbow on Spark's nose. Sparks holds his nose in pain as the ref tries to push Vokoun back. Sparks gets up and starts yelling at Vokoun. Sparks has a bloody nose
Hoss: I don't know if you can see King. But it appears that Vokoun may have broken Sparks nose with that elbow drop.
- Vokoun sees Spark's nose and shoves the ref away and sprints to Sparks and starts wailing on him and starts to bite his nose. Everytime he bites, he spits out blood. He does this four times.
King: Why doesn't the referee stop this!!! He's a maniac!!!
Hoss: King, I doubt any ref in the WWCF has any guts to disqualify Smokin Vokoun. These referees have families you know.
King: Yeah, but Sparks has a band image to maintain!!!
- Vokoun picks up Sparks and throws him to the turnbuckle. He then hits Sparks with some loud chops. And then goes for a Running bulldog. Vokoun goes for the cover.
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KICKOUT
- Vokoun picks up Sparks and throws him to the outside. Vokoun then throws Sparks into the steel steps and hits him on the back with them. Referee John Creed is counting both men out. Vokoun then holds Sparks head and screams..I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!!! The crowd explodes after he says this and then starts to pull off the protective mats. He signals that he's gonna piledrive Sparks on the concrete floor. John Creed stops his count and gets outside to get Vokoun off Sparks. Vokoun then turns his attention to Creed. Sparks recovers and waits for Vokoun to turn around. As Vokoun turns around after jawing with the ref, Sparks nails Vokoun with a stiff Savate kick!! Sparks then shoves John Creed out of the way and grabs a steel chair. He measure up the shot and BAM!! He hits Vokoun hard with the steel chair. He then holds up Vokoun's head and starting grinding Vokoun's face right on the guardrail. He starts celebrating and the crowd doesn't like it.
King: YES! I told you Gorilla. Smokin Vokoun was gonna do something stupid and know Sparks has this match in control!!!
Hoss: Well King, no one ever said Vokoun was the sharpest tool in the shed.
- Sparks throws Vokoun into the ring. He then gets in and stalks Vokoun. Vokoun is sitting up and Sparks hits a Running Kick square into Vokoun's face. Vokoun is laid out on the mat as Sparks taunts to the crowd with a chorus of boos.
Hoss: Sparks not getting any love from this sold out crowd.
King: He deserves all the love in the world. It's even more prove that the WWCF Galaxy is a bunch of drooling simpletins. Just like Ol' Smokey!
- Vokoun is a bloody mess as he's fighting to get to his feet. Sparks is measureing him up for a Coup-de-Grace. But Vokoun grabs Sparks foot. But Sparks reverses it with an Enzugri!!! Sparks just laughs at Vokoun. Sparks then stands over Vokoun and then applies The Camel Clutch!!
King: MAKE HIM HUMBLE SPARKS!!!! MAKE THAT LOSER HUMBLE!!! DO IT FOR HEADBANGER!!!!
- Sparks is really pulling back. The crowd is pleading with Vokoun to make a comeback. Vokoun starts to get some strength back. Creed is asking him he wants to quit. Vokoun tries to stand up with Sparks on his back. He gets up and reverse the Camel Clutch with a Samoan Drop!!!!
Hoss: NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO THIS MAN....HE KEEPS COMING BACK!!!!
King: Hmm, I'm not the only one who screams for no reason.
-Vokoun and Sparks are laying on the mat as the ref counts both men.
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-Sparks gets up first, with Vokoun still dazed on the mat. He points the corner and climbs up the top rope. He stands perched up there and then goes for a FROG SPLASH....AND CONNECTS!!!!Sparks goes for the cover....
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KICKOUT!!!
- Sparks is really frustrated. He then picks up Vokoun and signals he wants to go for the, Coup-de-Grace. He kicks Vokoun in the stomach and tries for the suplex but Vokoun is blocking it. Vokoun then reverses it with a mighty Belly to Belly Suplex. Vokoun goes for the cover. Vokoun then shakes off his pain and sees his own blood and those crazy eyes of Vokoun emerge.
Hoss: Uh oh, Sparks is in trouble. Vokoun is signalling for the Mandible Claw!!
- Vokoun stalks Sparks as he slowly gets to his feet. Vokoun then grabs Sparks and applies THE MANIDBLE CLAW!!!! Vokoun screams loudly and yells "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!" Sparks tries to fight it.....until....HE PASSES OUT!!!!!!!! SPARKS IS OUT!!!!
Hoss: IT'S OVER!!!!! SPARKS HAS PASSED OUT!!!
Muffer: Here is your winner......THE SMOKIN VOKOUN!!!!
- After Muffer gives the announcement, Vokoun takes the mic out his hands.
Vokoun; Hey....Headbanger.....GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!!
- The crowd pops huge and then starts chanting...."SMOKIE'S GONNA KILL YOU!!! SMOKIE'S GONNA KILL YOU!!!" Vokoun stares at the enterance ramp. But then Headbanger Man comes from underneath the ring with a steel drum. Vokoun is still looking the wrong way. Headbanger, sneaks up from the top rope and with steel drum in hand, flys off the top rope...RIGHT ON VOKOUN'S HEAD!!!
Hoss: What?! That no good son of a bitch!!! The only way Headbanger could do that to Vokoun was hitting him from behind!!!
King: Gorilla, all he has to do is out smart him. And that's exactly what Headbanger did. Your looking at the future WWCF Hardcore Champion right there!!!
Rules of Honor: Evil M V. M.O.P.
Muffer - The following contest is set for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit, and it is to be contested under Rules of Honor!
*Man on the Silver Mountain*
Evil M walks out, wearing a t-shirt that has a picture of Yellow Jacket on the front, and the words “DO IT FOR YELLOW JACKET!” written on the back.
Muffer - Introducing first, from Rockland, Mass, weighing 300 pounds, Evil M!
M grabs the mic.
M - Ladies and gentlemen, it has been one week since the announcement that my good friend Yellow Jacket would not be returning to the ring. In that time, I have done some thinking and some soul searching and come to a decision.
I have decided to dedicate my career to my friend! Yellow Jacket, everything I do from here on out is for you! Every match, every title I win, all for you, buddy! I’ve even decided to take your music as my own! And I’ve done away with the violent and vulgar Journey to Heck in favor of the Crowbar, the very same move that eventually brought us together!
From this point on, no matter what I do, I know one thing is for sure.
M turns around to show off the back of his shirt.
I’m gonna do it for Yellow Jacket!
*Days of the Phoenix*
M.O.P. walks out, shaking hands with the fans as he approaches the ring.
Muffer - And his opponent. From Bergen County, New Jersey, weighing in at 232 pounds, M.O.P.!
Referee Spud Johnson calls both men to the center of the ring. M.O.P. extends his hand and surprisingly, M takes it.
Hoss - A surprising show of sportsmanship from Evil M.
Johnson calls for the bell. M and M.O.P. lock up. M applies a headlock, but M.O.P. shoves him off into the ropes. M comes back with a clothesline attempt, but it’s countered into a drop toehold! M.O.P. quickly locks on a Crossface, but M pulls himself to one knee to break it. M.O.P. tries to keep the hold locked in, but M get’s to his feet, holding M.O.P. on his back! M.O.P. tries to transition to a sleeper hold, but M falls back, dropping all his weight on M.O.P.! M covers M.O.P.
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Tw-Kickout!
M pulls M.O.P. up and tosses him in the corner. He gathers a running start and goes for an elbow, but M.O.P. moves and M hit’s the turnbuckle hard! M.O.P. rolls him up!
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Kickout!
M.O.P. tackles M at the legs, but M falls forward, dropping all his weight on his opponent. M.O.P. drops to his knees and M again falls on him, driving him down to the mat! He rolls him over, cover!
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Kickout!
M stays on M.O.P., hooks the arm, and drives his knee into the shoulder! He does this two more times, then pulls him up, only to shoulder block him back to the mat! He grabs the arm, looking for the Crowbar, but M.O.P. cradles him!
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Kickout!
M grabs M.O.P. and drills him into the mat with a chokeslam, then locks on the Crowbar! M.O.P., the wind knocked out of him thanks to the chokeslam, taps out!
Muffer - Here is your winner, Evil M!
M grabs the mic once again.
M - Yellow Jacket, that was for you!
The crowd boos.
M - Jonathan Michaels. At Wheel of Misfortune, I will challenge you for the Championship of Honor. However, I don’t want just any old match. Seeing as how you have your Keygrip submission and I now have the Crowbar, why don’t we make this a submissions match? It’ll be all the sweeter when I make you tap out and take your title. I’ll be awaiting your answer Jono.
M drops the mic and celebrates to the boos from the crowd.
Tyfo V. Headbanger Man
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit!
(We're Not Gonna Take It)
Introducing first, from Kent, England and weighing 263 pounds - representing The Metal Express, he is one half of the WWCF Tag Team Champions...THE HEADBANGER MAN!
- Headbanger Man air drums on the way down to the ring. He is wearing a "VIVA IS INNOCENT" T-Shirt. He holds his belt in the air on the turnbuckles.
(New Blackjacks Theme)
And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing 245 pounds - he is one half of The Southwest Connection and Mr Money In The Bank...TYFO!
- Tyfo does the longhorns salute on each turnbuckle, while holding his briefcase high in the air.
Tim Hoss: This should be quite the contest, Jesse. These two men are no strangers to one another, and this is just a small preview of what to expect at Wheel of Misfortune.
Jesse King: That's right, two title belts on the line in one 6-man tag match - whatever the result, we're going to see a belt change hands on that night.
Hoss: Absolutely. Headbanger is gunning for Smokin Vokoun's Hardcore Title, while both Tyfo and Naitch seek to reclaim those tag belts that the Metal Express took from them.
- Both men lock up, and Tyfo grabs a side headlock. Headbanger sends him off the ropes and scores with a knockdown. Tyfo leapfrogs him, and hits a hiptoss, followed by another armdrag. Headbanger gets frustrated and charges at Tyfo, but gets lowbridged out of the ring. Tyfo then executes a suicide dive onto Headbanger on the outside, before posing in the ring for the fans.
Hoss: An explosive start from Tyfo here! Mr Money In The Bank is fired up tonight.
King: When's he gonna cash that thing in, Apeman? The suspense is killing me!
Hoss: All in good time, my friend. All in good time.
Tyfo rolls Headbanger back in the ring. Cover.
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Kickout.
He pulls Headbanger up and goes for a suplex, but Headbanger blocks it, then hit’s a suplex of his own! He picks Tyfo up and slams him into the turnbuckle, then to the mat. Cover.
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Kickout.
Headbanger pulls Tyfo up and levels him with a short-arm clothesline. Snap suplex, then a running senton, but Tyfo rolls out of the way! Headbanger gets up, holding his back, as Tyfo catches him with a dropkick, then goes for the Texas Cloverleaf, but D-Day Dave runs down the ramp. Headbanger pushes Tyfo back, as Dave climbs on the ring apron. Referee John Creed turns to deal with Dave as Tyfo again goes for the Cloverleaf, but Headbanger grabs the Money in the Bank briefcase and levels Tyfo with it! He slides the briefcase out of the ring as Dave jumps off the apron. Headbanger makes the cover just as Creed turns back to the match!
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Muffer - Here is your winner, The Headbanger Man!
Dave and Headbanger continue to beat on Tyfo until Little Naitch runs out and chases them off. Naitch tends to his partner as The Metal Express head back up the ramp.
Jazzman V. The Man in Black
Gorilla Tim Hoss: And we're back with quite the match here.
Jesse King: That's right, Gorilla! Jazzman has called out the nefarious Man in Black, but what will the Man in Black do?
Gorilla Tim Hoss: The Man in Black is wrapped in mystery, always striking from the shadows, but will he put up or shut up tonight? Can Jazzman put him in his place for once and for all?
Jesse King: If he does, he'll definitely make BRB look bad.
The audience explodes into raucous cheers as "Hurricane Season" by Trombone Shorty hits the speakers.
Michael Muffer: Entering first,
Jazzman enters the arena, snapping his fingers. He spins around, then walks down the ramp, shaking hands on his way to the ring.
Michael Muffer: Hailing from Fulton, NY, weighing in at 236lbs, he is the Number One Contender for the Inter-Forum Championship: Jazzman!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Jazzman has class, he has taste, and he has real wrestling skill.
Jesse King: But will that be enough to defeat the Man in Black?
Gorilla Tim Hoss: This should prove a true challenge for Jazzman. There are no tapes for him to have studied on the Man in Black. The Man in Black will be a test of Jazzman's adaptability.
Jesse King: If he shows up.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: If he shows up, yes.
Jazzman walks up the steps, takes a look at the crowd, and then crosses the ropes.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Jazzman is the longest reigning World Champion in the history of the WWCF. If he cannot defeat the Man in Black, then who can?
Jazzman paces about in the ring as the crowd stirs. Nothing happens.
Jesse King: Then who can? Then who can? You already said that Jazzman has never faced the Man in Black before. If Jazzman can't do it, then so far only Jazzman can't do it. For all we know, Neo Het can do it.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: They say that Neo Het will go far in this company you know.
Jesse King: Will you stop it?
Jazzman keeps pacing, removing his shirt to female fan cheers. Nothing happens.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: I think that Jazzman is proving his point right now.
Jesse King: More like the Man in Black is.
Jazzman takes off his hat and hands it away to the outside. Nothing happens.
Jesse King: How could the Man in Black do all of this only to-
The arena goes black and the crowd goes into mixed reactions.
A video package of the Man in Black beating down BRB on multiple occasions plays on the Craptron, but the Man in Black doesn't emerge onto the ramp.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Now he's just messing with us.
Jesse King: Don't look now, but I think that I heard someone behind us.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: It's called the fans, Jesse.
Jesse King: You're a laugh riot tonight, Gorilla.
The package ends, but the song continues as the lights begin strobing and smoke emits from the ring.
Jesse King: I think that he's trying to disorient Jazzman before the match even begins. Jeez, I'm closing my eyes.
The smoke billows in the ring to the point that Jazzman and Referee Lloyd McFloyd get out of it, coughing their way out. Just as the music finishes, pyro goes off from each corner and the lights come back on.
Jesse King: Whoah!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Let's hope that Jazzman knows what he's doing here.
The smoke starts clearing up, and the Man in Black is in the center of the ring.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: This crowd is going bananas!
The Man in Black stares out at the crowd, then at Jazzman, who defiantly looks up to him.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: That's a hell of an entrance, King.
Jesse King: It sure would be a shame if the Man in Black lost and had to reveal himself so soon.
The Man in Black beckons to Jazzman and gets in his corner.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: This is the first time that I've gotten a real good look at the Man in Black, and he is very solidly built there. No wonder he's been able to do damage to BRB and others.
Jesse King: All the sweeter when we find out who he really is. And it better not be Old Man River.
Jazzman and Referee Lloyd McFloyd enter the ring. Jazzman heads to his corner. McFloyd looks at both men, and starts the match. Jazzman and the MiB stand across from each other. Jazzman starts circling the MiB, who stands still, following him with his eyes.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: You could cut the tension with a knife right now, King.
Jesse King: The Man in Black is so mysterious, Gorilla. What kind of style will he wrestle? What kinds of moves will he use?
Jazzman make a run for MiB's legs for a takedown but MiB uses the ropes for leverage and maintains his footing. MiB bends over, waistlocks Jazzman, and lifts him upside down.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: This is not a good position for-
The MiB jumps and lands on the mat, piledriving Jazzman headfirst into the mat. The crowd winces.
Jesse King: A man who opens a match with a friggin' piledriver is not to be messed with. I'm keeping my eye on this Man in Black. He's good.
MiB picks up Jazzman and hoists him over his shoulders and starts spinning him around.
Jesse King: A piledriver followed up by an airplane spin ought to make a lesser man puke, Gorilla.
MiB continues spinning Jazzman around when Jazzman locks an arm and a leg over each of the MiB's arms and then forces him to the ground for a crucifix pin.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: A crucifix pin reversal from Jazzman! McFloyd goes for the count!
McFloyd counts on- MiB powers out. Both men stand up but Jazzman is dazed. MiB spins around and clobbers Jazzman with a discus clothesline, knocking him to the mat.
Jesse King: Jazzman is quickly losing this match. That piledriver sure did a number on him, and the MiB is relentless.
The MiB kneels down over Jazzman and starts grinding his elbow into Jazzman's face.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Jazzman has taken down bigger men than this though. He won his Number One Contendership from Titanothere!
Jesse King: Then whoever this is behind the mask is something of a veteran. Someone who knows their way around the ring. He's ruthless, relentless. Why isn't he a part of the Human Hate Machines?
Gorilla Tim Hoss: For all we know, he already is!
MiB jumps up onto the second rope and poses to the crowd, soaking up the boos as Jazzman recovers.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: MiB might be making a mistake here. He has his back to a recovering Jazzman.
The MiB gets up onto the top rope and turns around to see Jazzman getting up. Jazzman is shaking his head and stumbling around some when the Man in Black sticks his thumb out and guides it across his throat.
Jesse King: It's over for Jazzman now.
The MiB leaps off the top rope and leg drops straight onto Jazzman's head, knocking him down to the mat.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: A guillotine leg drop from the MiB!
MiB covers Jazzman. McFloyd counts one, two, three!
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Unbelievable!
McFloyd calls the bell.
Michael Muffer: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall: The Man in Black!
The lights go out and when they come back on, the Man in Black is gone.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: Unbelievable, the Man in Black defeated Jazzman, our longest reigning World Champion ever, like it was nothing!
Jesse King: He had a couple of things going for him though. Jazzman had no idea how to engage him and his efforts were stymied by that piledriver.
Gorilla Tim Hoss: But the crowd still seems to be behind Jazzman, and we'll undoubtedly see more from the Man in Black as he haunts our Inter-Forum Champion: Boiler Room Brawler.
Jesse King: Let's go to commercial.
Triangle Tournament final: Amigo V. “Damn Right“ Jackson V. Viva Los Bio Dome
Jesse King: And now, our main event of the evening. The finals in the Triangle Tournament!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: This is particularly interesting, because with all of the news about Viva Los Bio Dome and his apparent firing, no one knows if he's going to be here or not! No one knows!
Jesse King: I've gotta believe that fired or not, Viva's going to make an appearance. He's proven not to care about what Seth Drakin says in the past, and I can't see him caring now! Plus, he has a title to go after, regardless! He was robbed by Jay Carroll!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: While I don't agree with the way Jay Carroll has carried himself as champion thus far, he definitely earned that belt fair and square. The issue I have, is that the guy hasn't proved himself. He snuck up on Viva with a stipulation he wasn't prepared for, and he's acting like a world beater. He's got a lot to prove before I give him the respect that he's expecting to get instantly.
Jesse King: You know what? I agree wholeheartedly. Viva was a better champion that Jay will ever be. He even gave Jay credit, and Caroll spit it right back into his face. The kid's a jerk, and he's going to get his taste of humble pie.
*Welcome to Hell*
Out of Tempe, Arizona! Fighting for a chance to be the number one contender for the WWCF Heavyweight Championship! Fighting at 6'0", 214 pounds, AMIGO!
Amigo walks to the ring with no emotion, and a purpose. He's angry, and he wants his shot at the belt.
*Bring Tha Noise"
West Philadelphia, born and raised!Coming in at 6'5" and 296 pounds! He's fighting for an opportunity to be the #1 contender for the WWCF Heavyweight Championship! "Damn Right!" Jackson!
Damn Right walks down to the ring with a smile on his face. He's confident, and he's ready. He looks anxious to put a fist in Amigo's face.
*Paparazzi (Metal Version)*
The red carpet rolls out and the paparazzi wait patiently on the ramp. The song plays, no Viva.
Jesse King: It looks like there may be something to Viva's firing. He's not here, and something like this happening is something that never crossed my mind. I'm as shocked as you are folks.
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I've got to say, I'm shocked too. This triangle match has seemingly turned into a one on one match for a shot at Jay Carroll's belt, and I don't think anyone wants that.
The ref calls for the music to be stopped, and checks both Amigo and Jackson for weapon. "Spud" Verne Johnson then calls for the bell.
The bell rings, and both guys start posturing each other up. The lock up, and Amigo kicks him in the knee. He follows up by hitting Jackson with a haymaker. Jackson's wobbling, and Amigo drop kicks him in the legs to get him on the ground.
Jesse King: What's this? Someone's coming through the crowd?
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I don't see anyone. I think you're seeing things. Are you really that far in Viva's corner? I certainly don't see anyone with his loud wardrobe. Just a couple of fans with white and black boas.
Viva Los Bio Dome emerges from the crowd in street clothes, runs into the ring and as Jackson is getting up he hits him with a Lou Thesz press.
Jesse King: I knew it! Not even the security outside could hold him back from getting his shot at the belt!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: No wonder I couldn't see him. The bastard was in his street clothes.
Viva is wailing away on Jackson. Amigo bounces off of the ropes and nails Viva with a devastating Bom-Ba Ye.
Jesse King: No! God damnit!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Watch your language, idiot. Viva's apparent attempt at surprising his opponents has backfired! Amigo nailed him with a vicious Bom-Ba Ye!
Amigo instantly covers him.
"Spud" Johnson goes for the count!
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"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: Viva's been eliminated, Jesse! How do you feel? The guy you covet has been beaten two times in a row!
Jesse King: Thank you, captain obvious. Honestly? This is the second time in a row that he has had an elaborate plan backfire right in his face! First with the "choose a stipulation" match with Jay Carroll, and now with the late entrance into this match! He's got to re-strategize.
Amigo kicks Viva out of the ring while laughing hysterically. Jackson starts laughing as well before Amigo stops and slaps him in the face. Jackson looks back with angry eyes and before kicking him in the gut and lifting him for a gorilla press slam. Jackson drops down to a knee and begins punching Amigo in the face before Amigo luckily gets a rake of the eyes in.
Amigo gets up, regains his composure and waits for Jackson to stand up before grabbing him and headbutting him right between the eyes. Amigo knees him in the gut and sets him up for a powerbomb. Jackson dead weights Amigo and reverses that, dumping Amigo over his shoulder. Jackson turns around and stomps Amigo a few times before picking him up off of the ground and lifting him up for a delayed vertical suplex.
Jackson panders to the crowd by flexing his muscles. He turns around, kicks Amigo, turns back around, and flashes a giant white smile. The crowd cheers.
Jesse King: It looks like the crowd is firmly planted in "Damn Right" Jackson's corner!
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I've found that as of late, Amigo is one of the most hated men in the WWCF. He sure is up there with Viva at this point, maybe even more hated.
Jackson turns back around and Amigo is up on his feet. Amigo throws a punch. Jackson takes it and throws another one. They're trading now. Jackson duck's Amigo's last punch and locks him into an arm wrench. He follows it up with a nasty lariat.
Jesse King: The momentum is in Jackson's corner now!
Jackson looks at the crowd and dusts his shoulders off.
Jackson: This ends now!
Jackson picks Amigo up, and lifts him up for the Anxiety Adjustment. He's got Amigo locked in tight, and he's jumping up and down.
Jackson has his back turned to the ramp, and Colt charges down the ramp with a baseball bat. He turns Jackson around with amigo still on his shoulders, and smacks him right across the chest with the bat. Amigo falls right on top of him.
Jesse King: Woah! What just happened?
"Gorilla" Tim Hoss: I think Amigo just found himself in the Championship Match at The Wheel of Misfortune, that's what happened!
Jesse King: I guess you could say that The Wheel of Misfortune has already spun for both Viva and Jackson tonight!
The ref drops down and starts counting.
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Here is your winner, Amigo!
Colt is standing on top of the ramp and points his baseball bat at Jackson. Jackson gets up holding his chest and takes chase.
Amigo begins celebrating. He climbs up the top rope facing the crowd and begins cheering himself on.
The crowd boos.
Viva, still at ringside, has been playing possum all along. Under the ring, he finds a steel chair. He slides into the ring with the chair. As he slides in, Amigo steps off of the turnbuckle to walk cross corner to the opposite corner. He finds Viva, on his feet. Amigo throws a haymaker. Viva ducks. Viva jams the chair into Amigos midsection and follows it up with a shot to the back.
Viva stands Amigo up, and hits him in the face. Viva opens the chair and sits on it. He waits as amigo gets to his feet. Once he's there, Viva hits him with an explosive Purple Sticky Punch. Viva sits back down on the chair, and motions for a mic. The announcer tosses a mic to him, and he sets it next to the chair.
He picks Amigo up and lifts him high for the Bio-Dome. He slams him down and goes back for the microphone.
You talk a lot of s***, Amigo. You really do. You've got two weeks to heal before you lose your title match, you son of a bitch.
Viva drops the mic, and the crowd cheers.
Viva leaves via the crowd, and all cameras are left on Amigo decimated in the ring as Niteraw comes to a close.
Credits: Smokin Vokoun, Evil M, Headbanger Man, BRB, and Viva Los Bio Dome
