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Post by sonstuds on Sept 24, 2011 2:23:38 GMT -5
The show begins with the opening video package, pyro and all that jazz. Believe me, it’s more repetitive for me then it is for you. We head to Matthew Werner and Matt Steel. [/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Welcome to “Fun Times in Cleveland”, folks! Matt Steel:[/color] We’re live in Cleveland. Matthew Werner:[/color] Well I think that was implied from the get-go. Matt Steel:[/color] Always gotta watch for those curveballs. Matthew Werner:[/color] We have a good show for you tonight. Michael Kyzer makes his return to in-ring action, Shawn Malakai and Thunder continue their rivalry against one another in a tag team match involving Ace Bennett and Mak Cross, and in the main event Alex Sean faces his former Anointed running mate Calvin Lee. Matt Steel:[/color] Here we go! Keri Thames:[/color] The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ... weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds and standing at six feet and seven inches ... Richard Shaw! “Shout At The Devil” by Motley Crue plays. There’s no entrance in Richard Shaw’s bio so he just comes out and does things that accurately represent the Richard Shaw character.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] You watch Richard Shaw come out to the ring and you know that’s the Richard Shaw we saw last week! Matt Steel:[/color] He was very impressive in his debut last week, but it’s a whole different game for him tonight ... Shaw hangs out in the ring, waiting for his opponent.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] And his opponent ... “The fox is kinda foxy
Mr. Wolf he's the guy
Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa”As “Wolves” by Wu-Tang Clan commences EBR emerges from the back to a chorus of boos. With a necklace made out of small bones, a Cleveland Indians hat, a spearhead in his right hand, and the Heavyweight Title dragging behind him with his left, he commences down the ramp. It’s an unusual look.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] And what is this ... Matt Steel:[/color] He’s raging a war against Alex Sean. I suppose he’s just looking the part. Keri Thames brings the microphone up to her mouth before receiving a cue card.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] ... Hailing from ... “our land” ... weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds and standing at six feet and three inches ... EB “Running Wolf” R. Matt Steel:[/color] Well I think that answers that question. Matthew Werner:[/color] How ... does that answer ... Matt Steel:[/color] I think it’d be best not to try and analyze it too much. Ascending the steel steps and entering through the second and third rope EBR stands in the ring, eyeing Richard Shaw down the entire time.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] You have to believe this is just another message to Alex Sean. The only question is whether it’s working. Matt Steel:[/color] I may not know Alex Sean that well, but I know him enough to know that he wouldn’t just completely flake on a guy he’s known for years who has gone to bat him for many times in this company and then leave him hanging regardless of how much he’s intimidated ... hrm, then again ... EBR removes his items as the bell is rung.[/color] Ding! Ding! Ding![/color] Not moving EBR continues to just stare at Richard Shaw, going all Mike Tyson on his ass. Richard Shaw figures now would be an opportune moment to strike with EBR choosing not to do so, lowering his body and spearing EBR into the corner. He connects with several shoulder thrusts to EBR ribs before the referee orders for a break. After the referee begins his count Richard Shaw does so, only to be caught with a right hand by EBR.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Oh! EBR with nothing but a cheap shot! Matt Steel:[/color] Anyone who’s watched EBR’s matches in recent months shouldn’t be expecting style points. Just saying. Shaw holds at his jaw, staggering away as EBR explodes out of the corner with a harsh forearm to Richard Shaw’s dome piece. With Shaw falling to the mat EBR goes down with him, rolling Shaw onto his back and lifting his head off the canvas as he unleashes a barrage of cross-faced punches to Shaw’s commercial-ridden face. Close to the edge of the ring Shaw grabs onto the bottom rope, forcing the hold to be broken. EBR does so, choosing to let Shaw rise back to his feet. He runs at Shaw but the “star of the show” ducks under EBR’s extended arm, grabbing onto his head and dropping to the mat with a neckbreaker. He brings the Heavyweight Champion up from the mat and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a powerslam once he rebounds. He hooks his leg.[/color] ... 1[/color] ... ... 2[/color] ... EBR gets his shoulder up.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Richard Shaw looked so impressive at “Caturday” against Reckless, and right now Richard Shaw is continuing where he left off. Matt Steel:[/color] He knows what this match means for his career. He’s planning to capitalize on it. I know cause I saw his interview earlier this week. Matthew Werner:[/color] Nice job on that research. Matt Steel:[/color] I thought so. Shaw brings EBR up from the mat, again pushing him into the ropes and catching him with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex once he comes back to him. He grabs onto EBR’s legs and attempts a Sharpshooter but suddenly EBRs pushes his foot out, blasting Richard Shaw in the nose with it. As Shaw clutches at his nose EBR brings himself up, running at Shaw and taking him down with another brutal forearm. As Richard Shaw attempts to bring himself back up he’s thrown into the ropes by EBR who backs off the set closest to him, sharply kicking Shaw in the face with a Diving Yakuza Kick.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] And this is what EBR does right here. Pushing Shaw face first into the turnbuckles EBR continually rams his knee into Shaw’s lower back before pulling him out, dropping him on his head with a Back-Drop Driver. EBR looks to finish the match off with his Folding Powerbomb, but before he can elevate Shaw’s body off the canvas Shaw jerks himself up, grabbing onto EBR and dropping him into the mat with an STO! He makes the pin attempt.[/color] ... 1[/color] ... ... 2[/color] ... Matthew Werner:[/color] He may have him! EBR powers out. Shaw keeps his composure as he waits for EBR to rise to his feet, stomping his foot as he prepares for a Big Boot to the back of his head. He charges at EBR with his leg extended, but EBR suddenly twists and dives at the canvas, taking Shaw’s standing leg out with a chop block![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] God dammit! Could have tore his ligaments! Matt Steel:[/color] EBR’s offense has consisted of giving guys Lariats to the back of the head on more than one occasion. His own experience probably made him aware of when something like that is coming. EBR commences to drop knees onto the head of Richard Shaw for several moments before he steps back, diving at Shaw’s head with his shoulder. With Shaw slumped to the canvas, EBR chooses to pace around the ring.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Once EBR gets on you it’s so hard to stop it. Richard Shaw gave it a good go, but with EBR it feels like he only has to hit you a few times before the tide has completely turned. The performance enhancers have come in handy, that’s for sure. Matt Steel:[/color] Always in command, always in control. That’s EBR’s motto, Matthew. Sliding off his elbow pad EBR chucks it into the Cleveland crowd. Most fans know what’s to follow. As Shaw desperately begins to pull himself up with the aid of the ropes and his back to EBR, the Heavyweight Champion charges with his arm extended, brutally and roughly taking him back down to the mat with the George Atkinson Lariat![/color] Matt Steel:[/color] And there it is. With Richard Shaw possibly already out EBR looks for the insurance, perfectly executing the Folding Power-Bomb with the pin attached. The referee begins his count.[/color] ... 1[/color] ... ... 2[/color] ... ... 3[/color] ... Ding! Ding! Ding![/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winner of the match ... EB ... hrm ... “Running Wolf” ... R! Confidently EBR remains in the ring as he’s handed his Heavyweight Title. He demands a microphone which he quickly receives. He kinda has that “unpredictably crazy” aura surrounding him. He holds the Heavyweight title in his left hand, looking at it for several seconds before he begins.[/color] EBR:[/COLOR] It wasn’t that long ago this was all I wanted in the WFWF. There was once a time in which I would return just to win this. There once was a time I would go after a fine man named Wayne McGurk, and tear his wife’s ACL, just because he got in the way of me getting it. But you know, I’ve learned a lot in my time in this company and eventually priorities change. See, as is, I’m scheduled to face Alex Sean at SuperBrawl with this Heavyweight title on the line. Which, as anyone who’s followed this company should know, is exactly what I wanted; to face Alex. But as I thought about it, I mean really thought about it, I decided f*ck it. Matthew Werner:[/color] We apologize for the language. EBR:[/COLOR] I’m not here for this Heavyweight title and its legacy. Not anymore. I’m here for Alex. I’ll be real, and I know its taboo to say; but I really could not care less about defending this title at SuperBrawl in a match that can get heavily promoted and will ensure buy rates. That’s not my business, not my concern. I made my goal very clear from the start that all I wanted was Alex Sean. And perhaps I expressed that want a little too aggressively because the kid had to vacate for several shows, only to show up once he could learn how to do one hundred push ups. But as it is ... his chest is sufficiently pumped up, and he’s here. He’s here tonight. Yet he’s facing Calvin Lee. The crowd boos. Calvin isn’t exactly a draw. No offense, bro.[/color] EBR:[/COLOR] And frankly, it ain’t right. Alex Sean calls me out three months ago after beating Jason Jadoa, and he says he wants to face me. He says he wants his Heavyweight title back. He says he doesn’t want the p*ssy EBR – The referee in the ring leans towards EBR, clearly being heard on camera telling EBR that this show is live. Two strikes.[/color] EBR:[/COLOR] I don’t give a f*ck. He says he doesn’t want the p*ssy EBR, he wants the killer EBR. That EBR has been here for quite some f*cking time now, and I ain’t got sh*t to show for it. So you know what, here’s the deal. EBR holds up the Heavyweight title.[/color] EBR:[/COLOR] If this is all that’s stopping EBR vs. Alex Sean from happening tonight, because of some contractual obligations or buy rates or whatever excuse ... He places it down on the canvas.[/color] EBR:[/COLOR] Then I don’t want it. They can give it to someone else. Promote some other match. Hell, Alex Sean can take it. Alex Sean can come out here right now and take it back. With his arms extended EBR steps back. Moments pass. Nothing happens.[/color] EBR:[/COLOR] But that won’t happen. Because one of us is scared. I understand the figure I am in this company, and I understand I’m not liked nor respected, and I understand in some ways I probably shouldn’t be. But all I want, all I ask, is for each and every person in this arena, in the locker room, or watching at home is to understand one thing ... I’m not the one who’s scared. I’m not the one holding this up. I never have been. There’s a relative silence from the crowd, only broken by the few claps directed at EBR. The support begins to get louder before EBR interrupts it.[/color] EBR:[/COLOR] Everyone talked sh*t about how I won the Heavyweight title. About how I screwed Alex Sean, about how he was forced to wrestle two matches in one night when I didn’t even wrestle one. Well look man, I just wrestled one. Where’s he? No really, where’s he? Hiding out in the back? Refusing to get in the ring without me because he hasn’t had enough film study? Matt Steel:[/color] He’s making solid points, Matthew. Alex sort of is ducking him. Information is passed to the referee who begins to discuss it to EBR. EBR pauses before bringing the microphone up to this mouth.[/color] EBR:[/color] Hrm ... I have just been informed that Alex Sean has yet to arrive tonight. The crowd pops because Alex Sean isn’t a p*ssy. Just fashionably late.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] That is consistent with Alex Sean for the past year, honestly. Matt Steel:[/color] I guess this is the flaw with EBR having the first match of the show. EBR:[/COLOR] F*ck it. I’m done with excuses, I’m done with putting it off, I’m done with all this sh*t. If I gotta go to him then I’ll go to him. Alex Sean is supposed to be out here later tonight in the main event. Imma be out there too. Alex wanted to jump ... we’ll jump. “Wolves” once again begins to play as EBR exits the ring, grabbing his pre-match apparel and spearhead before heading towards the back. As he passes the ring he temporarily stops, turning back towards it and the Heavyweight title which remains inside. With no one out to take it, EBR reaches into the ring and pulls it out, dragging it behind him up as he heads up the ramp.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] I don’t really know ... I’m not sure what is going to happen, but surely EBR can’t just interrupt the scheduled main event can he? Matt Steel:[/color] I have no idea. In fact, all I really know is that Alex Sean; you’re on notice. We bounce to commercial.[/color][/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Sept 24, 2011 2:24:08 GMT -5
We're back. Right on. [/color] Matt Steel:[/color] ... and I'm not advocating violence against women, but sometimes - oh, hey, we're back. In what ended up being slightly uncomfortable a skinhead faced a black man as David Brennan and Randel Benjamin made their debuts in the WFWF. Much to the enjoyment of the Cleveland faithful the match turned into a brawl about mid-way through the match as both men found themselves fighting outside of the ring and later through the crowd. In the closing moments, specifically once they found their way back to ringside, Randel Benjamin’s former tag team partner Dave Demento also made his first appearance in the WFWF as he aided Randel Benjamin in the lighting of a table on fire on the outside of the ring. Placing Brennan on the top rope Benjamin attempted to hurl his opponent through the table from the ring apron but Brennan was able to kick Benjamin in the nose to break it up, before grabbing his head and executing a Diamond Cutter, dropping Benjamin face first onto ring apron. After disposing of Demento for the time being Brennan rolled Benjamin into the ring and ascended the turnbuckles, coming down with the Final Cut for the victory.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winner of the match ... David Brennan! Matthew Werner:[/color] An impressive win for David Brennan. He may be able to make some noise here. Matt Steel:[/color] What a waste of a perfectly good table. So many things could have been placed on that. Like a cake. Matthew Werner:[/color] Right, now let's just move on to our next scheduled match. Matt Steel:[/color] Wow not even trying for a decent segue anymore. With five men looking for a chance to elevate themselves up the proverbial WFWF ladder Hollywood Honor, Stuntman, Richard Wilkes, Oscar Conrad Davidson, and Carter Contra competed in the rarely used five man match. While exciting the extra man made things hard to follow at times. It was the lack of symmetry, really. Unable to build off his victory at Caturday Stuntman found himself the victim of bad luck, initially talking a Compulsive Driver on the outside of the ring. As he re-cooperated and finally found himself back up, he was roughly brought head first back into them with the Hollywood Snapshot by Hollywood Honor, who at the time decided it would be in his best interests to let the remaining three fight it out and (hopefully) pick up the scraps. While a respectable plan, it was thwarted when OCD was whipped into the ropes by Carter Contra and ducked a clothesline, suicide diving over the top rope and onto Hollywood Honor. Contra understood the situation, quickly hitting the Level Up on Richard Wilkes.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winner of the match ... Carter Contra! Matthew Werner:[/color] That was certainly fun. Matt Steel:[/color] But you know what's not fun, Matthew? Fred Durst. Matthew Werner:[/color] Indeed. Michael Kyzer makes his return to the WFWF, next! Oooh slow tease.[/color] [/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Sept 24, 2011 2:24:28 GMT -5
THE BLAZING PULSE OF "LET'S FIGHTING LOVE" RIPS THROUGH THE ARENA AS THE AUDIENCE ERUPTS IN A FURY! AS THE PROLIFIC WORDS "SUBA-RA-SHI CHIN CHIN MONO" ARE HEARD, DAVID HANDLECATCH COMES STORMING TO THE RING POINTING TO THE CROWD VIGOROUSLY DRESSED IN A FULL GI AND A LONG, RED, HEADBAND SWINGING IN THE WINDS OF CHANGE SWAYING THROUGH THE ARENA. HANDLECATCH RUNS TO THE APRON JUST IN TIME FOR THE WORDS "HEY! HEY! LET'S GO KENTA SURU" TO ROCK THROUGH THE SPEAKERS, POINTING TO THE CROWD TO THE BEAT OF THE CHORUS. HANDLECATCH ENTERS THE RING AND GIVES A PROUD FIST BUMP AS THE MANY FANS IN ATTENDANCE FIST BUMP ALONG WITH HIM! [/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Well we are going to have a great match here with the return of Michael Kyzer. DAVID HANDLECATCH will have his hands full. Matt Steel:[/color] I wasn’t too familiar with Kyzer so I went back and watched some of his old matches. He is going to murder HANDLECATCH. Literally, homicide in Cleveland should be the name of the show after this. There will be nothing but a zit on a fat man’s ass for Kyzer. Matthew Werner:[/color] Zit on a fat’s man’s ass? Really? Matt Steel:[/color] I am going with that. I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense. No use on thinking about the past. Matthew Werner:[/color] Tell Trace Demon that. The lights dim and “Absent” by Snot echo through the arena. Images of Kyzer beating various stars of the past show on the screen intermingled with shots of drug abuse and naked women.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] I didn’t know that the WFWF was R-rated. Matt Steel:[/color] We might as well since we have been promoting EBR’s sex video. Kyzer guarantee’s that M rating they give the good shows like The Wire, Sons of Anarchy and Game of Thrones. Michael Kyzer appears on the stage to a chorus of boos. Fred Durst appears behind him to even louder jeers. Durst gives the crowd the finger while Kyzer just laughs. They make their way to the ring, as several fans even try to throw trash at the hated duo. One brazen fan jumps over the security rail but gets stopped immediately.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] This crowd really hates Kyzer. Matt Steel:[/color] It could just be they hate Fred Durst. I even want to hit that douchebag. Kyzer slides into the ring while Durst remains on the outside, well out of the range of the crowd. Kyzer sizes up HANDLECATCH, as the bell rings. HANDLECATCH immediately charges Kyzer, Kyzer isn’t caught off guard catches HANDLECATCH with a quick spinebuster. Kyzer picks up HANDLECATCH and drops him with an inverted brainbuster. Kyzer throws him over the ropes to the outside. He distracts the ref while an excited Durst kicks HANDLECATCH in the face.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Durst with a bitch move. Kyzer jumps out the ring and delivers his own kick to HANDLECATCH’s face.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Kyzer is smart to take advantage of HANDLECATCH like that. Matthew Werner:[/color] You just called Durst a bitch for the same thing. Matt Steel:[/color] I told you, I hate that douchebag. Kyzer throws HANDLECATCH into the ring steps and follows it with a vicious knee to the back of the head. HANDLECATCH stays slumped on the ground beside the steps. Kyzer walks over to the announcer’s table and grabs a microphone. He walks back over to HANDLECATCH who is starting to stir. He grins and pulls HANDLECATCH up by the hair.[/color] Michael Kyzer:[/color] How are you feeling “BURNING LOVE”? HANDLECATCH attempts a kick but Kyzer catches it and hits a dragon screw. He grabs HANDLECATCH and rolls him into the ring. He stands over HANDLECATCH with the mic still in his hand.[/color] Michael Kyzer:[/color] Ace, my boy, Tracie, my girl, I hope you two little bitches are watching. You see I had a little conversation with the magnanimous King Kraig and he has seen fit to grant me permission to make the two of you famous. Kyzer drops the mic and pulls HANDLECATCH up onto his shoulders. He drops him with The Kyzer Effect. He gets to his feet and picks the mic back up.[/color] Michael Kyzer:[/color] At Superbrawl, he had planned on making a match between the two of you with every intention of it being for the number one contendership to the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship that is currently possessed by EBR. He drops the mic again and grabs HANDLECATCH. He lifts him and hits The Kyzer Effect again. He picks up the mic.[/color] Michael Kyzer:[/color] One for each little knob that will be getting smashed at Superbrawl by me. See, Kraig thought it would be best for the company if that match was made a triple threat. It does make sense ratings wise since Tracie only appeals to the little pussies who like Twilight and Ace appeals to well…I don’t know who he appeals to. But I appeal to everyone. Everyone wants to see if I still got it. I assure you, especially Tracie darling who thinks I am too old, that I still do. Kyzer puts a foot on HANDLECATCH. The ref counts.[/color] ... 1[/color] ... ... 2[/color] ... ... 3[/color] ... Ding! Ding! Ding![/color] Fred Durst hops in the ring as “Absent” hits the speakers. Kyzer, grinning, hands him the mic.[/color] Fred Durst:[/color] Ladies and Gentleman and fat little kids of Cleveland, your winner Michael Kyzer! Trace Demon:[/color] Bravo Kyzer, bravo. From the ramp walks Trace Demon, clapping sarcastically into a microphone. He is grinning as he stops on the ramp, the crowd cheering loudly for the King of Demons. Trace looks at Kyzer and Fred Durst in the ring with a slightly confused expression.[/color] Trace Demon:[/color] I don’t know who I feel more embarrassed for – the washed up old rapper in the ring or the washed up old wrestler? Oh that’s right, it’s the fans because they’ve gotta watch your wrinkled up asses in that ring. I mean I get it, I really do. You’ve gotta get a pay check because it’s not like anybody else is booking either of you, right? Fred Durst:[/color] Hey! I’ve just released a new album you b***h! Trace Demon:[/color] Really? Who here knew he has a new album? There’s a literal dead silence across the entire arena.[/color] Trace Demon:[/color] Well I guess that settles that then. Fred Durst:[/color] F**k you Trace, f... Trace Demon:[/color] Shut the hell up! You don’t even belong here! Why don’t you and your limp d**k just get the hell out of this arena and let the big boys talk! The crowd erupt with cheers as Durst just shouts abuse from the ring.[/color] Trace Demon:[/color] Now listen to me Kyzer. I get it, you want to relive the glory days but guess what, they’re gone and soon to be like you, dead and buried. Now if you want to come here and break a hip by getting in the ring with me and Ace then you go right ahead. I just hope you’ve got some great health insurance for when your hip needs replacing after I’ve messed you up. Now you like to go around shouting your mouth off, hurling crude abuse around the place but guess what? It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference. Once I’m done with your gonna be begging me not to shove your dentures back down your throat. Understand? With Durst's and Kyzer's attention turned towards Trace Demon, only a few fans notice Ace Bennett hopping the barricade on the outside of the ring, with a steel chair in hand. With their backs turned, Ace lays in a big shot right into the back of Kyzer, and then Durst, sending both men straight to their knees. Ace points down the ring to Trace, who silently looks on as Bennett nails Kyzer on the top of the skull with another vicious shot, completely laying him out. Durst has come to a bit by this point, and Ace points at him mouthing "you did this to yourself." Durst pleads with Ace but is met with a Shining Wizard for his efforts. Ace then sets up Kyzer, now limp, for his patented Syracuse Drop, and hits it, sending Kyzer's head spiking into the mat. With both Durst and Kyzer out, Ace grabs a microphone.[/color] Ace Bennett:[/color] Kyzer, you aren't the only one who can execute a surprise attack! This is also a message to you Trace. No one, and I mean no one, is going to stop me! Ace drops the mic as he looks at the carnage he just caused, occasionally staring back up the ramp at Trace.
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Post by sonstuds on Sept 24, 2011 2:25:04 GMT -5
Already in the ring, Eric Adams.
The lights in the arena dim, The introduction of "Last Resort" by Papa Roach plays, but only leads into “Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams” by The 69 Eyes, which blares over the P/A system. The lights immediately come back up and begin to flash in the entrance way, Percy Jackson making his way through the curtain followed shortly behind by Kylie Olsen, then Phillip Schneider. Schneider makes his way to the ring, climbing to the apron and peeling off his jacket, setting it in the corner before climbing into the ring. Schneider stretches his hands and wrists a bit as he waits for the referee to check him for foreign objects
Bell sounds and this match is under way. Eric Adams comes at Schneider for a lock up and he’s immediately caught with a boot to the gut. Side headlock from Schneider. Whip into the ropes from Adams. Schneider into the near ropes, rebound.. Back at Adams and he brings his foot up. Yakuza Kick early! [/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Yakuza Kick! The boot that led Schneider to a World title. Matt Steel:[/color] And the boot that possibly just led Eric Adams to the dentist. Adams down on the mat. Rear mount from Schneider. Forearms to the side of Eric Adams’ face from Schneider. Raining blows on Adams is Schneider, Adams possibly already out cold. Schneider drags Adams to a vertical base. Adams collapses back to the mat. Schneider pulls him back up. Schneider puts Adams in a crucifix position, but lifts him up and over head and drives him into the mat with a piledriver.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Beverly Kills 90210! Matt Steel:[/color] Phillip Schneider apparently not getting paid by the hour tonight. Schneider makes a cover. Referee down..[/color] ... 1[/color] ... ... 2[/color] ... ... 3[/color] ... Ding! Ding! Ding![/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winner of the match ... Phillip Schneider! Schneider rolls the possibly deceased Eric Adams out of the ring. He demands a microphone.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Schneider apparently has something to say. Matt Steel:[/color] The last time this happened, I lost a suit. Someone at ringside hands Schneider a microphone.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] Hutton Brown.. I know you’re here.. I know you’re in the building and I want you out here now. I want to see your face. I have something important to say.. Schneider stares up the ramp. Nothing happens. Schneider stands in a automaton stance.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Well this is interesting TV. Matt Steel:[/color] Indeed. Someone needs to get Hutton out here, or Schneider’s just going to stand in the ring staring blankly.. Schneider demands a chair. Someone hands him in a chair and he takes a seat. Schneider crosses his legs. The crowd goes mild.[/color]  Matthew Werner:[/color] The crowd is clearly not pleased with the direction of this show. Schneider is unmoved by the stoic crowd. He‘s sitting calmly in the ring. “Impossible” by Manafest hits over the p/a system and Hutton Brown cautiously makes his way through the curtain, the National title flung over his shoulder. Hutton is in his street clothes. His arm is still bandaged up. Hutton walks towards the ring. He climbs to the ring apron and slides into the ring. Schneider rises from his chair.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] Hutton Brown.. I wanted to say this to your face. I tried to prepare a funny video package.. I tried to make this into a joke, but it’s not a joke. This is my life. This is my obsession. The championship you hold. I resent this championship that you have, that you have it.. That you were given the shot for it. I resent you because you succeed and people respect you, but when I succeed, . Everyone just wants to take my success. Everyone wants to take the success that I’ve earned.. But you’re allowed to walk around with your success thrown over your shoulder. When was the last time you defended that title, Hutton? When was the last time you put that title on the line? Don’t try to speak, this is a rhetorical question. Because if I really cared, I could get on my iPhone, I could load up the past results, and I could find the date. The fact is, you haven’t defended the championship.. And now you can’t.. Because you can’t lose it. You’ve already signed away the date you’re going to lose it. Schneider grabs the steel chair. Hutton throws down the National title, preparing to defend himself. Hutton takes a leg kick low. Schneider takes a jab with the chair at Hutton. Hutton is able to sidestep it a little bit. Schneider draws the chair back and takes a swing at Hutton’s face. Hutton, like a typical pro wrestler, puts his arms up to protect his face. His injured arm takes the blunt of the blow from the chair and Hutton goes to the mat screaming. Hutton falls to his stomach, protecting his injured arm underneath him. Schneider takes a few whacks at the back of Hutton with the chair.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] This is nothing more then an attack on a one-armed man! Someone should stop this. Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah I doubt that's going to happen. Schneider pulls the arm of Hutton from it’s turtled position. Schneider stands on the arm. He lifts the chair high above his head and then brings it down hard on the arm. Hutton scrambles to get away, rolling towards the ropes, but getting tangled in the ropes on the way to the floor. Hutton gets to his feet. He’s trying to protect himself the best he can, his arm hanging limp. Schneider takes a baseball bat swing with the chair, cracking the wrist with the chair. Hutton’s arm swings upwards and then falls down, limp with no power to it. Referees and security rush into the ring, getting Hutton out before any further damage is done. Hutton leaves behind the National title. Schneider casually walks over to it. He raises it above his head as Hutton is rushed to the backstage area for medical attention.[/color][/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Sept 24, 2011 2:25:28 GMT -5
"Ima Boss" plays over the loudspeakers and David Roberts emerges onto to the stage. He is met on top of the stage with a chorus of boos with a smirk on his face. He walks down the ramp simply blocking out the fans and slides into the ring with a mic in his hand as the music dies down. Roberts tries to talk but is interrupted with a "F*ck You Roberts!" Roberts sit on top of the turnbuckle and waits for it to die down. [/color] David Roberts:[/color] Do I have your attention now? Roberts is met with chorus of boos yet again.[/color] David Roberts:[/color] I know many of you are wondering why I did what I did to Mak Cross last week. When I first came back I told you I was here to save the WFWF, by ridding it of these "young guns," who think there god's gift to wrestling, like Mak Cross. Mak Cross is 3-0, he got lucky in all 3 matches. Now Mak Cross thinks he's better then not only me, but many veterans here in the WFWF. That pisses me off. So before I let it get to his head, I gave him a little beatdown just to remind him that I haven't gone away. And Mak, next week, I have some very exciting news for you. I talked with the upper management here at WFWF, and they gave me the ok. So next week, there will be a little announcement Mak. I suggest you tune in next week. As Roberts is about to leave the ring, Mak Cross enters through the crowd and attacks Roberts from behind with punch after punch. As Cross waits for Roberts to get up for a clothesline, Roberts sees what is happening and rolls out. The two are yelling back and forth at each other as the screen fades to black.
Honestly, we have a real shortage of any segment or match that doesn't take place in the ring so I gotta kind roll with it the best I can and in all fairness it is almost three in the morning as I'm doing this so cut me some slack. Here's a fun break dancing video. Enjoy.[/color] And now we're back. Did you see those hand stand push ups? Sick.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] It's been a strange but somewhat entertaining so far, right Matt. We've only got more matches! Matt Steel:[/color] That's good cause I get paid by the hour. Matthew Werner:[/color] Ahaha ... but seriously, let's get rolling with our next match. Matt Steel:[/color] I'm glad that my financial instability is a source of amusement to you. Still fuming over his attack by Michael Kyzer, Trace Demon came out swinging on his opponent Reckless. Using an array of maneuvers that would mostly commonly be associated with the strong style of Japan the former Heavyweight Champion topped it off with a Roaring Elbow and a Tiger Suplex for a close two count. Reckless however came to win just as much as Trace Demon, looking to make his most recent stint in the WFWF his most successful. As he was whipped into the ropes and Demon threw down his head for a body drop Reckless locked his arms around Demon’s neck, driving him into the canvas with a Running DDT. Scaling the top rope from the inside Reckless moonsaulted off with a double stomp onto Trace Demon’s ribs. While it was a back and forth contest overall, that proved to be Reckless’ best chance at victory. While he was able to duck under Trace Demon’s extended arm and Burning Lariat attempt, in turn setting Demon up for the R-Switch, Reckless was unable to snap off his finisher as Trace Demon wrapped his legs around Reckless’ head and arm in mid-air, applying the Triangle Choke. As the referee checked on Reckless’ breathing habits, the bell was soon rung afterwards.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winner of the match ... Trace Demon! Trace Demon walks up the ramp with swagger.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Trace verbally smacked Fred Durst, found himself in a number one contender's match for Superbrawl, and now has picked up a win. Good night for him overall. Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah, definitely. Taking a break Kit Kat style. I know that was lame and I'm still leaving it in. I leave myself vulnerable with flaws exposed. I don't care. I roll that way.[/color][/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Sept 24, 2011 2:25:59 GMT -5
Sup? [/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] The history between Thunder and Shawn Malakai has been well documented, Matt. Another chapter gets added tonight. Matt Steel:[/color] Ace Bennett and Mak Cross will be there too. Matthew Werner:[/color] We make one heck of a broadcast team. This match was by far one of the best tag matches of the year. It started out with Thunder and Ace in the ring. They tied up, the veteran Thunder barely taking advantage. Down went Ace with a headlock take down, however Ace immediately wriggled himself out of it. Both men got to their feet and, showing off his veteran skills himself by ducking under a clothesline from Thunder and sprindboarded off of the opposite ropes to elbow Thunder in the face. On the outside, Yukio was yelling up to Malakai. Back in the ring, Thunder crawled to the corner and got the tag on Cross. Cross came in and gave Bennett as much as he could handle. It was surprisingly catch-as-catch-can. Ace eventually broke out of a headlock and tagged Malakai. Malakai entered the ring and stared down at Cross, who was not at all intimidated. He took it to the big man and he got him down to the ground twice. Malakai’s size came in handy though. He caught a punch, lifted Cross in the air and charged him to his own corner as Malakai begged Thunder to tag. Thunder did. The two men came center of the ring as the ref faced Cross. Malakai turned to the outside as a chair came flying into the ring from Yukio. Malakai caught the chair and smacked Thunder with it at a terrible time, as the ref had just turned around from aiding Cross. The ref called for the bell.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Here are your winners as a result of a disqualification, Thunder and Mak Cross! Down for the count, Malakai kneels over Thunder, hollering at his half-unconscious ex friend. On the outside, Ace and Mak Cross are exchanging some heated words and some violent finger poking when from out of no where, leaping over the barrier is David Roberts, Kamakaze Diving onto the oblivious Mak Cross. Roberts mounts Cross and starts hammering away. Ace looks at the commotion, and looks in the ring at Shawn Malakai and Yukio Blaze over Thunder and slowly backs his way up the ramp, probably hoping Demon or Kyzer don’t make it three for three with surprise attacks.[/color] Roberts picks Cross up down on the walk way, but Cross fights back. Lefts and rights are exchanged as they make their way up the ramp, the fans cheering for Cross all the way.[/color] In the ring though, Malakai who is now standing with a microphone, and Yukio are staring at Thunder as he starts to pull himself up.[/color] Shawn Malakai:[/color] Hey there, Champ. How ya feeling? Thunder stumbles getting himself to his feet. The fans are booing intensely.[/color] Shawn Malakai:[/color] You know, you have a lot of nerve even showing your face around here after Devil you miscreant. You claim to be a champion of honor and integrity, and yet you defeat me only by the shallowest of tactics? It’s disgusting. Thunder finally gets to his feet and is handed a microphone. He leans against the turnbuckle.[/color] Shawn Malakai:[/color] Oh well. It should be of no surprise to you that I’m invoking my WFWF International Championship rematch clause. And I’m invoking it at Super Brawl. That way, I can persecute and crucify you on the grandest stage of them all, just like you deserve. But first… Thunder:[/color] Oh God. Don’t you ever freaking shut up? The fans cheer and Thunder looks half startled at the cheers for him, as for the better part of the last couple of years…he’s not been one to please the fans.[/color] Thunder:[/color] Jesus man. Persecute him, crucify them. Give it a freaking break already. No one cares about you and your poorly misguided crusade. Shawn Malakai:[/color] How d… Thunder:[/color] You know something Shawn? For how long now, you’ve been saying that you’re ‘on a mission for God.’ That you are supposed to cleanse the WFWF of the cancer that plagues it. All of these ‘epic battles for your Lord,’ well, have you ever noticed the one thing they have in common? You, Shawn. They’ve had you in common. Shawn Malakai, honestly, you’re the cancer. Not me, not Johnny Knight, not Samael Ahriman, not ZMaster, but you. You’ve been so blinded that you haven’t stopped to realize that before you started all of this, there were no problems. You started your problem with Johnny Knight. Because of that, ZMaster made it a point to try to talk you down…show you the truth, and you turned that into all out warfare. When Samael tried to show you the light, you tossed him to the curb. The more I think about it, damn Shawn, you crazy. Before Malakai can speak, Yukio steals the microphone from him.[/color] Yukio Blaze:[/color] Now wait just a minute… Thunder:[/color] Shove it Yukio. Malakai strings his neck out a little bit, annoyed but mildly entertained, clearly fed up with the both of them and the games being played. Malakai snatches his microphone back.[/color] Shawn Malakai:[/color] You know Thunder, put your money where your mouth is. Next week, you and I are going to go one on one. The crowd cheers.[/color] Shawn Malakai:[/color] …in a week of Pick Your Poison. The crowd boos.[/color] Thunder:[/color] Pick your poison? Clearly someone wants me to be at a disadvantage going into Super Brawl since you surely have an opponent planned out for me. Shawn Malakai:[/color] I, in fact, do. You can pick anyone you want, Blaze has found a loophole in the contracts that gives him the ability to force anyone you pick to face me, as he has already informed my choice that they must, in fact, face you. Thunder rolls out of the ring and starts to walk up the ramp.[/color] Thunder:[/color] Alright, I’ll bite. I have the perfect guy in mind too. Surprisingly enough, Shawn, he’s a lot…closer to you than you’d think. Thunder drops the microphone as Malakai and Blaze look at each other. A moment or so passes before they possibly realize what he meant. Blaze points at himself, then back at Malakai, then back at himself. Malakai cocks his eyebrow and looks back up at the ramp where Thunder is smiling, coyly shrugging his shoulders.
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Post by sonstuds on Sept 24, 2011 2:26:22 GMT -5
Matthew Werner: [/color] And we’re just about set for our main event ... whatever that’s going to be. Matt Steel:[/color] Well let’s be real; I think everyone here would rather see EBR vs. Alex Sean then Alex Sean vs. Calvin Lee. And frankly if any place deserves a gift it’s Cleveland. An electronic yet tribal percussion line suddenly shakes the sound system, the entrance of “Unorthodox Manifesto”.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Well that settles that. Cleveland gets nothing. Return of Calvin Lee though, so XWA representin’ I suppose. This repeats over several times, the thunderous crash of the music jolting everyone in their seats. Then, at what looks to be the point of sudden and harsh impact, a distortional descent tears through the line, flowing directly into the song itself. Calvin Lee follows and makes his way on to the entrance stage.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Weighing in at 245lbs and standing at 6’2 ... As he walks down towards the ramp, in true Anointed fashion, gold sparks shoot up from the stage. After walking to the top of the ramp, he is consumed entirely by the pyrotechnics. The pace of his music suddenly picks up, prompting the sparks to cease fire and Calvin Lee to let out a primal scream and pose on the ramp.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Calvin... Lee! He walks down further for a moment, then locks into his pose once more. Following the even sharper turn towards speed of his music, the sparks once again begin to fly, this time lower on the apron. After several moments, the pyro ceases and Calvin Lee runs into the ring. Upon entry, he scans the area. Moments later, Calvin Lee walks over to the ropes and ascends to the middle turnbuckle. He poses for a brief second. Calvin Lee leaps down from the turnbuckle and prepares for his match.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Calvin Lee has experienced a lot of success in this company obviously, but this is really an opportunity to elevate himself. Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah Calvin may have won titles and so forth but he’s never really developed into what many people thought he would be. Then again it’s a large shadow when you’re most commonly associated with EBR, Alex Sean, and DGX. The crowd anxiously awaits.[/color] "If you're havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son,
I got 99 problems but a b*tch ain't one!"The opening lines of "99 Problems" ring out through the soundspeakers eliciting an enormous pop from the audience. The record scratch goes through and, just as the verse kicks in, Sean aggressively charges through the curtain bringing about an even louder ovation than before![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] And there he is! Matt Steel:[/color] It only took him what? Almost three months? Full of intensity, Sean charges down the ramp, wasting no time in getting toward the ring.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Making his way to the ring first, the challenger; Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, he weighs in at 215 lbs... He is Alex Sean! Sean reaches the ring steps and takes a few moments to hop in place at the base. He runs up the steps and onto the apron, then places one foot on the middle turnbuckle from the outside and pulls himself up, resting his other foot on the top turnbuckle just as the chorus kicks in. Sean looks out in the crowd, then, grabbing ahold of the top rope, swings into the ring and moves toward his respective corner for the bout. Sean removes his black hoodie, tossing it to the floor, then walks toward Calvin Lee, who also approaches Sean, and immediately the two men begin talking trash forcing the official to pry himself between them.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] It’s hard not to notice how eager Alex Sean appears to get this started. After everything he’s been put through you know he’s focused. It’s quite evident just in his physique. That man has almost no body fat. Look at those abs. Matt Steel:[/color] Yes, he’s been absent since July to get himself to that level mentally and physically. But I guess it’s not how you get there but that you get there, right? With the men properly separated, the bell is rung.[/color] Ding! Ding! Ding![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] And we’re underway here. Both men begin to circle around one another.[/color] “The fox is kinda foxy
Mr. Wolf he's the guy
Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa”Matthew Werner:[/color] Oh boy ... Matt Steel:[/color] We were told this was going to happen. Probably shouldn’t be surprised. EBR honors his commitments. Emerging from the back is, of course, EBR. Equipped with the spearhead and the Heavyweight title EBR descends down the ramp. It’s time for war![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] This match has already started - Matt Steel:[/color] You really think he cares, Matthew? He’s finally got Alex Sean in the ring. It’s go time. Quickly heading towards the ring EBR dashes up the steel steps and enters. With Calvin Lee in the way EBR pushes him to the side. Literally.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] That was a little mean. As “Wolves” abruptly cuts off EBR stares face to face with Alex Sean for the first time since severely injuring Adam Chartbuster. As expected neither man flinches. EBR breaks the standoff once he throws the Heavyweight title to the side. A microphone doesn’t need to be held to hear EBR’s voice.[/color] EBR:[/COLOR] Let’s f*cking do this. Alex Sean nods. The crowd cheers.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] They’re going to go at it! This is happening! Suddenly, EBR is attacked from behind by Calvin Lee. The crowd boos because c’mon seriously ... Calvin Lee? Step aside, brah.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Of course Calvin would mess something up ... Matthew Werner:[/color] Well this is his match, Matt. We may not agree with it but can you blame him? EBR is trying to force Calvin Lee out of his spot, and who knows how many chances he may ever get after this? Of course, Calvin’s turn on top is short lived as the initial shock of “wtf” passes and EBR right hands Lee in the face, effectively flooring him![/color] Matt Steel:[/color] One shot kid, one shot! Trash talking the downed Calvin Lee EBR turns his attention back towards Alex Sean, his heard nearly getting taken off with a Charging Lariat by Alex Sean’s left-arm! The crowd goes bonkers.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] He got him with the Lariat! Mounting EBR Alex Sean fires away with a flurry of right and left forearms to EBR’s face, the champion’s desperate movements beginning to slow as each hit connects. He’s getting f*cked up.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] This is all just a culmination of everything. EBR stealing his Heavyweight title, almost crippling his cousin, bringing out his ex-wife to humiliate him and then releasing a sex tape with the same woman, continuing to question his man hood, betraying him! EBR is experiencing first hand just how productive Alex Sean was with this training during his absence. I haven’t seen anyone take it to EBR like this since Wayne McGurk nearly two years ago! Matt Steel:[/color] He did kind of hit EBR when he wasn’t expecting it. Matthew Werner:[/color] Can you even blame him!? Matt Steel:[/color] True, true. As Alex Sean commences to rain blow after blow on EBR his onslaught is only broken up as Calvin Lee clubs Sean in the back and forces him off. Calvin Lee really just wants to win this match.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] And Calvin Lee again, really? This doesn’t concern you! Matthew Werner:[/color] It’s his match! EBR is the one who got involved! Rolling to the outside of the ring EBR checks his face for damage. Along with the immediate bruising and small swelling, his nose leaks blood.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] And I bet he’s wishing that he didn’t. Matt Steel:[/color] Probably, that could have been Calvin who was getting messed up. By this point, Alex Sean is already murdering Calvin in the middle of the ring with forearms and knees.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] ... Hrm. EBR crouches on the outside, analyzing the situation over in his head. This is some DGX sh*t right here. He immediately rolls back into the ring, grabbing the spearhead which was dropped once Calvin futilely tried to attack him. As Alex Sean gets off Calvin he turns around, taking the spear head firmly in the abdomen![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Jesus Christ!! Matt Steel:[/color] ... F*ck ... The spearhead is jerked out of Sean’s belly as Alex immediately drops to the canvas, clutching at his gut as the blood begins to emerge like when the elevator doors opened in “The Shining”.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] For God’s sakes get the medics! Matt Steel:[/color] Alex Sean ... just got shanked. I would expect this in a Phillip Schneider match but ... damn man ... lots of blood ... The crowd watches in a stunned shock as EBR steps back, watching Sean try to hold his fluids in. Immediately the EMTs sprint into the ring, pushing towels into Sean’s gut to prevent as much blood loss as possible. It’s only moderately effective. With time of the essence Sean is immediately taken out of the ring and hurriedly escorted, which is difficult considering Sean’s condition, to the back.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] I’m ... I don’t even know what to say ... this is just ... Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah ... I mean ... I think EBR went a bit too far this time ... With a hushed silence presiding over the Quicken Loans Arena EBR scoops up his Heavyweight title, because frankly if he doesn't do who else will? Unfazed he steps through the second and third rope and exits the ring. He begins to walk up the ramp, showing little to no expression. The camera cuts back to the ring, specifically the puddle of blood near the back right turnbuckle. The WFWF logo flashes across the screen as we, mercifully, fade out.[/color]  [/center] |
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Post by Squatch on Sept 24, 2011 6:58:04 GMT -5
Not a bad show at all. I need to find out what I'm doing wrong really soon though.
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Post by Kyzer on Sept 24, 2011 11:47:08 GMT -5
Alex died. Can the next show be a memorial for him?
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Sept 24, 2011 12:13:11 GMT -5
pretty sure the next show is a tribute to Supermarket Sweep. Supermarket Sweep is much more important than the passing of Alex Sean
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Sept 24, 2011 12:17:40 GMT -5
Not a bad show at all. I need to find out what I'm doing wrong really soon though. read what others, who are successful are doing, and try to mimic it with your own adaptation. read what's good around here.. start with myself, Kyzer, and EBR.. pay attention to the nuances of the roleplays, the way the characters act and how the handler's understand how the characters would react in any scenario. How the handler's understand their characters beyond just a character, and have an overall idea of where the whole character's direction is going. I think the biggest problem is you're roleplaying week to week with little direction or character development and thus you're not growing as a character. there's no growth because there's no branching. Just pay attention to those who are really good, try to be a sponge, and just listen to what everyone tells you, in feedback. you'll grow. everyone starts somewhere. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2011 21:30:02 GMT -5
See why no one goes to Cleveland? People get stabbed. Cool show, but I'm laughing my ass off winning by DQ since it was a matter of I imagine "Hey look what he's doing with that chair!"
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Post by CM Poor on Sept 25, 2011 18:57:03 GMT -5
Not a bad show at all. I need to find out what I'm doing wrong really soon though. I just read your profile update. You look like you're taking your character in a new direction with a new look - rather than resigning that to an update in your profile, use that for a roleplay opportunity. Use your rp's to develop your character. |
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I dont know good luck