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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 24, 2011 16:40:56 GMT -5
Opening pyro, in tune with Alicia Keys. Apparently it's pretty cool.
Matthew Werner: Welcome to this edition of Tyler Perry's Ring of Payne! I'm Matthew Werner and I'm here with my partner Matt Steel.
Matt Steel: Charmed, as always.
Matthew Werner: And boy do we have a big show for you tonight! Some solid matches throughout the show for sure, but our biggest one...quite possibly the biggest match in non-Pay Per View WFWF history, both the International Championship and the WFWF Championship will be on the line tonight as Thunder takes on Wayne McGurk!
Matt Steel: But right now, it's time for our opening contest! Here we go!
Albright and Contra tie up, starting the match. With the size advantage, Albright takes down Contra and stomps on him only to lift him up and drop him with a belly to belly suplex. However, the suplex was in a bad direction, which allows Chaos to tag himself in off of Contra's boot. Chaos hops over the ropes but is dropped by a codebreaker from the recently tagged in Lightning. Lightning spins Chaos and drops him with the Blind Leading the Blind Bomb for the win.
Matthew Werner: Impressive win there for Lightning and Johnny Albright.
We cut backstage to Stacy Grey standing in front of an unmarked door waiting for her cue.
Grey: Hello, ladies and gentleman, Stacy Grey here reporting from backstage right outside of what I've been informed is King Kraig's office for the evening. Following last week's events, considering how outspoken he's been regarding Alex Sean recently, I'm going to get his thoughts now that Alex Sean is the number one contender to whoever wins tonight between Wayne McGurk and Thunder.
With the introductions out of the way, Grey turns and goes to knock on the door. She raises her fist to the door and, just as she's about to knock, the door handle begins to turn startling her slightly. She steps back and raises the microphone, and just as the door opens and a foot steps through, begins the interview.
Grey: Good evening, Mr. Kraig, could I have a moment...
However the man who steps through the door is not King Kraig but in fact Jason Jadoa. Grey goes silent, seemingly at a loss for words. As Jadoa makes his way fully out of the locker room, from behind him emerges King Kraig who, open seeing Stacy Grey, reacts immediately.
Kraig: Uh...
Well said. Grey gives a look around the hall and, having collected her thoughts, puts the microphone back to her lips and goes on.
Grey: ... I was just wondering if I could speak with you... Mr. Kraig, for just a minute? If this is a bad time...
Kraig raises his hand up in casual dismissal.
Kraig: No, no, it's fine... Looking over to Jason Jadoa. ... Well finish talking... about your new contract later. Right?
Jadoa responds, nodding his head half-heartedly even responds something to the effect of quarter-heartedly. Not much heartedly at all I guess is what I'm trying to say.
Jadoa: Yeah... The contract. Right.
And with that, Jadoa gives a nod to the group and hurries off down the hall-way. Kraig keeps his eyes on Jadoa, waiting for just as he passes out of eye-sight, then turns back to Stacy Grey.
Kraig: We were talking about his contract. Kraig nods.
Grey: ... I see.
Kraig: Shall we?
Grey: Of course. Mostly I wanted to get your thoughts Alex Sean now that he's become the number one contender to the WFWF Championship.
Kraig pauses, raising his hand to rub his chin. He sighs, then looks back up at Stacy.
Kraig: As far as Alex Sean is concerned... I've been informed that he is planning on being here tonight, so I think I'm going to wait until later tonight, when he is here in this building... if he is here in this building, to say what I have to say.
Grey: Can yo...
Kraig: This interview is over. I'm a very busy man.
Grey: But I just asked one...
Kraig: Good evening, Ms. Grey.
Kraig politely nods then turns back into his office. Grey tries to follow him in but he slams the door shut behind him, officially ending his involvement in the segment. Peace, Kraig. With that, Grey mopingly turns back toward us.
Stacy Grey: Well, I guess we'll just have to wait to see what happens later tonight. Shrugs. Back to ringside, I guess.
And with that, we cut back to Matthew Werner and Matt Steel at ringside.
The unfamiliar theme of Enter Shikari’s ‘Destabilise’ hits the speakers as the lights dim down low. As the bass hits a wall of flames shoots up bringing the lights on with them. As the flames go down we can see a figure standing behind them. That figure is none other than Trace Demon, complete with a new look. Trace slowly walks down to the ring slapping the hands of numerous lucky fans. He’s getting a good reaction from the crowd, a lot different to what he’s used to. Trace jumps up onto the apron before entering the ring. He walks to the center of the ring and signals for a microphone. A stagehand throws one up to him which Trace catches perfectly.
Matthew Werner: Well here’s somebody we didn’t think we’d be seeing tonight – former WFWF World Champion Trace Demon.
Matt Steel: I don’t know what he’s doing out here but I have to ask what’s up with his hair? It’s so... red.
Trace Demon: I have to say, it’s nice to be standing in this ring and not on my back for a change, because that seems to have been the recent trend. But let’s not think about that, it’s unimportant, much like the Disney channel and Jersey Shore.
Trace gets a cheap pop at the expense of some pint size popstars and the orange Italian stereotypes. He chuckles to himself. This is indeed a different Trace Demon. He actually smiles on occasion.
Matt Steel: I’ve never heard of Jersey Shore.
Matthew Werner: You should feel lucky.
Trace Demon: As I was saying, the past is unimportant. The most important moment is right now, and I have to say, right now I’m feeling pretty damn good. In about six months I’m going to be a father. Sorry Keri, I know you’ve been after me for a while but now’s the time to stop, I’m not interested anymore. But just remember, we’ll always have that one time in the backroom of walmart.
Trace again grins as ring announcer Keri Thames looks more than a little embarrassed. The crowd continue to cheer as Trace finally seems to have won them around to his side.
Trace Demon: As I was saying, the past is unimportant. Which is exactly why I’m standing in this ring right now. You see, I’ve been in the WFWF for three and a half years now and in that time I’ve done just about everything a wrestler can hope to do. Which made me think – now what? What am I still here for, what challenges still exist for me? It was when that thought crossed my mind that I decided to quit the WFWF.
The crowd erupt into a chorus of boos at this apparent retirement announcement.
Matthew Werner: Is Trace Demon doing what I think he’s doing?
Matt Steel: If you think he’s setting up for a witty joke, you’d probably be correct.
Trace Demon: Then I remembered I had a baby on the way and that I needed the pay check, so here I am.
Matt Steel: Told you.
Trace Demon: But that still left me with the problem with what I was going to do, and then it hit me, it seemed so obvious at the time. I’ve done everything a wrestler could possible want to do, so right now I’m going to do whatever the hell I want, when I want and how I want! If I’m walking through the hallway and see an overweight man on a scooter, then I’m going to push him over. If there’s a clown scaring a little child, I’m going to punch him in his weird red nose. And if there’s the opportunity to create a little bit of havoc in this boring place, then I’m going to do it.
Trace pauses as the crowd get louder. It seems Trace’s new attitude definitely seems to get them on side.
Trace Demon: But that leaves me with a little bit of a problem. And that problems name is [pause and shudder] King Kraig.
The crowd boo the mere mention of the head of the WFWF. Trace has to hold his hand up to quieten them before continuing.
Trace Demon: I have two big problems with King Kraig. Number one, he isn’t even a king. Trust me, I looked it up and he’s got as much royal blood in his veins as Justin Bieber has hairs on his chest. The second big problem is that he’s an arrogant immature man who doesn’t know anything about running a wrestling company. And I should know, I’m the original arrogant owner with no clue what he’s doing. So tonight, I’m out here to issue a statement to not only King Kraig, but every single member of the WFWF roster.
Trace pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket and proceeds to open it up. He clears his throat and puts a serious look on his face as he reads out what he has written.
Trace Demon: If you have a problem with anything I do, then you have two options. Come and face me like a man or get smacked down like the little whipped b**ch you are!
Trace Demon drops the microphone and the piece of paper and raises an arm as the crowd go crazy.
Matthew Werner: Trace Demon sending a firm message to the entire WFWF. He’s going to do what he wants and nobody is going to stop him.
Matt Steel: I hate it when that happens.
Trace leaves the ring, and we finally start another match.
Chris Jackal and Gladiator quickly team up to take out Lawrence Cage. They turn their attentions on each other and Gladiator shows some serious skills, outmatching Jackal in every single way. He gets some solid take downs and one cheap shot towards the end of the match. He gets Jackal up for a powerbomb but Jackal leaps out and rolls up Gladiator in a schoolboy for the win.
Commercial break.
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 24, 2011 16:43:00 GMT -5
And we're back!
After the commercial break we’re directed to the middle of the ring, occupied by a desk and perhaps more importantly King Kraig. [/color] King Kraig: Ladies and gentlemen ... the Tag Team Titles. A juncture for historically great men to wrestle other historically great men in historically great matches. After all, who can forget the epic encounters of Red McDonague & Stiff Johnson versus the Sex Express in the early 1980’s? But despite all of these great and exciting moments, it is I, King Kraig, who has laid the foundation for the greatest Tag Team Title match in the history of the WFWF in two weeks time at Indiana Jones V. A match that will involve four members of the WFWF Hall of Fame. It is with that I would like you all to rise to your feet as I introduce to you one half of the challengers ... Jason Jadoa. Boo![/color]  “O’ Death” by Jen Titus plays as Jason Jadoa walks out from the back and to the ring. That’s all his entrance says. No nonsense approach.[/color] King Kraig: Acknowledging Jadoa[/color] Fantastic. Now unfortunately, his partner in this match, Tha CBT ... Yeah![/color]  King Kraig: Could not make it here tonight. We’ll just proceed without him. ...?[/color]  King Kraig: And now ... your Tag Team Champions ... “Moment of silence for the champions…”The vocal styling’s of Ron Artest’s “Champions” kicks in with the long diatribe of personal excellence, which really applies to the amazing tag team tandem that happens to be the champions. So much so said tandem hangs back content to allow Artest a full minute of air time to heap their praises before finally emerging to the stage area to a strong reaction.[/color]  They walk to the ring and enter. This only a two hour show, ya know? With both “teams” in the ring and separated by opposite sides of the earlier mentioned desk, King Kraig resumes.[/color] King Kraig: As I explained earlier, the Tag Team Titles are those filled with rich tradition. After all, one of the greatest moments in this company’s history was on March 22nd, 1995. A day which will go down in wrestling lore as The Brew Crew dethroned Ted Wiley & John “Hot Lips” McGuinty. And certainly, I can assure you that at Indiana Jones V - DGX: Sorry, don’t mean to cut you off. King Kraig: Well that certainly didn’t stop you, now did it? DGX: Yeah. So where is ZomBT, exactly? King Kraig: He had personal matters to take care of, DeGenerate X. DGX: Yeah, like being dead. EBR: Aha! ... I dunno why I laughed that was kind of in bad taste. King Kraig: As I was saying, the Tag Team Championships are the greatest honor a wrestler in the WFWF can hold after the Heavyweight Championship, International Championship, National Championship, Television Championship, X-Rated Championship, Young Gunn Championship, and Women’s Championship. But alas, we have fallen on rough times. Yes, instead of the glory days of Cory Shooster, Flip Murphy, Garbage Inc, Drederick McTyson, and so forth ... we simply have teams which widely consist of DGX either facing makeshift tag teams or as was the case before my second tenure as President and CEO, months of inactivity and zero title defenses. Both of which, combined, have nearly destroyed these once grandiose pieces of gold. He turns to DGX.[/color] King Kraig: No offense. DGX: Nah it’s cool. King Kraig: Pointing at the titles over EBR’s and DGX’s shoulders[/color] I mean look at those - what happened? They’re silver? What happened to them being gold? And is that the Tennessee Titans logo? Why do the Tag Team Titles have the Tennessee Titans logo? What kind of self-respecting company has Tag Team Titles with the Tennessee Titans logo on them? ... No offense ...  King Kraig: But fortunately for this company, fortunately for all of us, those rainy days are nearing an end. At Indiana Jones V you will not only be witnessing one of the greatest matches in the history of the WFWF, but the match that will go down as the rebirth of the Tag Team Titles! So ... if you gentlemen will direct your attention to the three contracts neatly laid down on that table ... EBR: Hey those weren’t there two minutes ago ... when did you ... He notices Jason Jadoa staring at him.[/color] EBR: ... Sup? Jason Jadoa: Hey. EBR: ... Hrm. From his front pocket, which because he has a front pocket on his suit says nothing but class, King Kraig produces a fine point pen which he first hands to Jason Jadoa who writes his name on his piece of paper. He hands it back to EBR who does the same, who like Jadoa hands the pen back to Kraig who finally hands it to DGX.[/color] DGX: At EBR[/color] Why didn’t you just hand it to me? Scribbling his name DGX slams the pen on the table theatrically before Kraig approaches and grabs the pen and puts it back into his front pocket, eyeing DGX down the entire time for being overly dramatic and not following “give pen back” protocol.[/color] King Kraig: Congratulations, gentlemen. You’re all going to be a part of history. “The World Is Yours” by Nas begins to play as King Kraig steps through the second and third rope, exiting the ring as the fans cheer and we head backstage to Stacy Grey.[/color] Stacy Grey: I'm here backstage with the number one contender to the National Title, Ace Bennett. Ace, my first question to you is why have you decided to interject yourself in between Valorie Evans and Tabitha Owens by stealing the National Championship Belt? Ace Bennett: Honestly? I just wanted to show Evans the person she should truly have her attention on. Not Tabitha Owens, not Braden Munroe, not anyone other than me. So, I took what was most valuable to her so she would have her head in the game when she has to face me. Stacy Grey: Fair enough. Now tonight, you are being pitted in a tag team match not only against Evans, but against your former Revelation partner Aaron Ashton, not to mention your partner is Shawn Malakai, another former member of the same group. Ace Bennett: You know what Stacy? I don't really care about any of that tonight. I care about proving a point. Ever since I have returned to the WFWF, everyone has been ranting and raving about how great Valorie Evans is. No one has mentioned the fact that I haven't lost since I've returned. No one has mentioned anything that I have done. I want to show everyone tonight, that maybe the spotlight has been on the wrong person all along. Tonight, I'm going to prove that after the match with Evans, I will not only be in possession of the National Championship, I will be the rightful owner to it. Stacy Grey: Thank you for your time, Ace. Cut back to the arena and pan high. “Smells like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana hits over the P/A system and Luke Collins makes his way out onto the stage. Luke walks down the aisle way, and enters the ring over the top rope like he always does. Then his entrance randomly stops.Matthew Werner: How exciting! The lights in the arena dim, “Mama Said Knock You Out” by Matt Humpreys hits over the P/A system. The lights immediately come back up and begin to flash in the entrance way, corner man Percy Jackson making his way through the curtain carrying a small bucket with a few bottles of water in just behind him is, Phillip Schneider, a long flowing boxing robe with various sponsorships hanging from his torso. Schneider throws a few ghost punches in route to the ring. At ringside, he removes his robe and simply tosses it down. Instead of the MMA shorts he was wearing at James Brown’s Funky Christmas, he’s opted for a more traditional gear, for him, of black and baby blue shorts with various anarchy symbols on them. A quick mug for the camera showing off his mouth piece and he’s ready to enter the ring, parading around the ring a little bit as his music fades out.Matt Steel: Phillip Schneider leaves most of the entourage at home this week and Matthew, let me address the elephant in the room.. Matthew Werner: There’s an elephant? Matt Steel: Look at those shorts. Those aren’t “MMA gimmick” Phillip Schneider shorts.. Can I say what those are? I’m going to.. Those are Obo shorts.. Matthew Werner: You know he’s got that under a tight copyright, right? Matt Steel: I don’t care. What’s he going to sue me for? My pull out couch? Phillip Schneider enters the ring, then pulls his mouthpiece out, throwing it to the outside of the ring. He peels off the gloves as well, pitching them to the outside and leaving his bare fists.Matthew Werner: I get the feeling the MMA gimmick just died. Matt Steel: Maybe his bio will soon be updated? Matthew Werner: Don’t count on it. Bell sounds and this match is under way. Luke Collins isn’t waiting around for a jump job like Lightning took at James Brown’s Funky Christmas, instead bum rushing Phillip Schneider and immediately going for his Big Ass Boot. He misses Phillip’s head by an inch, perhaps by a dodge, and Phillip traps Luke in a clutch, the leg over Phillip’s shoulder to trap Luke.Matt Steel: Now how the hell would you call that? Matthew Werner: Effective! Phillip throws a brutal head butt, so brutal he busts himself open almost instantly with it. He seems a bit rocked, but doesn’t release the leg and torso clutch. The blood flows down Phillip’s face thickly. Luke Collins tries to counter out of it with a slap with his free hand. This seems to irritate Phillip more than hurt, who takes Luke up and over for a modified belly to belly suplex. Phillip on the attack, the crimson mask flowing thickly like old times.Matthew Werner: How many times have we seen Obo wearing a full crimson mask like that? Matt Steel: A Freudian slip from my college ensures we will both be seeing legal letters from Half Life Media Inc. tomorrow morning. Luke Collins immediately back up from the suplex. Schneider is trying to wipe the blood from his eyes and Luke takes the advantage quickly, snatching The Prophet of Ash up in a rear waist lock and taking him up and over, dropping him on mostly head and shoulders with a German suplex. Luke bridges with the German into a pin attempt, 1.…2.… kick out at two says referee Murat Bospehenous.Matt Steel: That referee has a really odd name. Both men back to their feet, Luke Collins much quicker than Schneider. Luke dashes at Schneider, going for his Gore (Gore Gore), but Schneider is smart enough to side step and Collins goes flying into the ropes. Schneider reaches into his boot and produces a foreign object.Matt Steel: Ref, Murat, check him! He’s got a foreign object! Matthew Werner: International object, Matt. We’re politically correct. Besides, that is probably domestic. Schneider is about to go to work with the object, but referee Murat intercepts, sending the item to the outside. Luke Collins staggers at Schneider once more, Schneider drilling him with a European Uppercut. Collins turns his back to Schneider. Schneider runs into the ropes, then back at Collins, putting his foot up and nearly beheading Collins with a Yakuza Kick.Matthew Werner: Yakuza Kick from Schneider! The one of the signature moves of Luke Collins! Matt Steel: Actually, it was Phillip Schneider’s finishing move long before it was Luke Collins’. Matthew Werner: Far too many people use Yakuza Kicks and Big Boots here. Get more creative, kids. Collins slowly to his feet. Schneider is on top of him like a bird of prey. He swoops Collins up, turns him over like a body slam, then drops him right on his head with the Beverly Kills 90210!Matthew Werner: Like that! Matt Steel: Beverly Kills 90210, a move that presumably killed Lightning last week. Go for a cover this week, Phil! Schneider goes for a cover, referee Murat making the count of three and awarding the contest to Schneider.Schneider gets the microphone.Phillip Schneider: There comes a time in every man’s life when he must look at his detractors and say “blow me”, when he must go against the grain. For most of my tenure in the WFWF, I have always thought it was always my time for that, to be the political prisoner, to be the victim. And yet, when I play by the rules, when I play by the standards set in place for me by the higher ups, I don’t get what I want.. I don’t get what I deserve.. I get disciplinary actions. So now tonight, this show is on hold. I have made my demands clear and I’m not moving until those demands are met. Someone give me a chair. I could also use a bottle of water. The crowd reacts in a buzz. Someone foolishly hands Schneider a chair.Matt Steel: Cut to commercial break.. Upon Matt Steel’s request, a commercial break is taken.[/center] |
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 24, 2011 16:43:53 GMT -5
As we return from commercial break, Phillip Schneider is still in the ring.Matthew Werner: Ladies and gentlemen, what is going on at the moment can be described as nothing short of surreal. Phillip Schneider has taken this show hostage. During the commercial break, a number of people tried to reason with him, friends, colleges, mentors.. And he’s not moving. Matt Steel: Just give the little baby what he wants. Matthew Werner: You know what that is? Matt Steel: No. Matthew Werner: Then can it! Phillip Schneider: I have all night. I’ve got no where better to be. A man with a bandana around his neck makes his way down the ramp.Matt Steel: Hey, isn’t that the Bronx Bomber? Matthew Werner: Who? The Bomber climbs in the ring and tries to reason with Phillip Schneider. After a moment of verbal sparring, he’s thrown over the top rope just as everyone else who previously attempted was.Matt Steel: Well, thanks for coming Bomber. See you again in another four years. Next down the isle to try to reason with Phillip Schneider is The Dead Idol, a walking stick guiding him down the entrance way.Matthew Werner: Wait a second, I thought. Matt Steel: He’s not and never was. Drop it. Idol climbs into the ring and talks briefly with Schneider. He hands Schneider an envelope. Well, he tries to. He misses him by about three feet. He is blind after all. Phillip opens the envelope, reads over the contents, then nods. He shakes Idol’s hand, who then exits the ring. Phillip Schneider: See, was it really so hard to get me the contract I wanted? Pay Per View. Trace Demon. You and I have a date with destiny. I’ll be sure my lawyers forward you a copy of this. I’m sure you’ll be interested in seeing that my requests par stipulations have all been filled.. Think these shorts are old school Obo? You haven’t seen nothing yet. Matt Steel: Apparently, we’re off the hook. We can say Obo. He said Obo. Schneider follows and the show resumes as scheduled.Matt Steel: How anticlimactic. Matthew Werner: It took a blind man to show us all the error of our ways. Matt Steel: The more you know.  Once Obo© gets to the back, Jack Joseph and AJ King come out to the ring for their match. It's not even close. A squash, have you. AJ King comes out of the gate strong and just continues to fight hard until the very end when he drops Joseph with The Encore for the win.Commercial break. |
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 24, 2011 16:44:56 GMT -5
As we fade back in from commercial, "The World is Yours" by Nas resonates over the PA system to an overwhelming rumbling of boos from the fans in attendance.
Steel: Well, this should be interesting.
Werner: Earlier tonight, Kraig said he would be waiting until Alex Sean arrived to address the fact that, last week, Alex Sean officially became the number one contender to the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Steel: I haven't heard that he's arrived yet, Matthew.
Werner: Well, that's probably because there's a pretty good chance he hasn't.
Steel: Fair enough.
King Kraig steps out from behind the curtain, a vague but focused expression on his face.
Thames: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the current President of the WFWF... King Kraig!
The Pres' quickly makes his way down the ramp to the ringside area. He continues up the steps and makes his way through the ropes. As he gets both feet inside the squared circle, Kraig approaches the broadcasting side and reaches out to Keri Thames for a microphone. She quickly obliges and King Kraig moves toward the center of the ring facing the entrance stage.
Kraig: Quite frankly, I'm a busy man and I don't have time to waste. So if you're here, Alex Sean, I'm asking you to come to this ring so we can talk face-to-face because I have a few things I'd like to say.
Direct and to the point, Kraig lowers the microphone and folds his arms awaiting Sean's possible entrance.
Werner: You've gotta wonder about Kraig's mindset here tonight, for the last few months he's not had a whole lot of kind things to say about Alex Sean, some of them deserved and maybe some of them, not so much.
Steel: I guess we'll just have to wait and see then.
Werner: ... Thanks for that.
Just as the crowd begins to grow restless...
"If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son,
I got 99 Problems but a b*tch ain't one!"
The intro of "99 Problems" by Jay-Z rings over the speakers and, just as the record scratch runs through and the beginning of the verse kicks in, Alex Sean steps out through the curtain to a thunderous roar from the fans in attendance.
Steel: It appears we're gonna find out after all!
Sean quickly moves down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope. He makes his way over to the broadcast side of the ring wasting no time and reaches out for a microphone. He is handed one by Keri Thames and turns toward King Kraig.
Sean: You wanted me out here, Kraig, I'm here. What's up?
Kraig: I'm glad you made it, Alex Sean, I was a little unsure if you would, being perfectly honest.
Sean: Heh... Is that what you came out here to say? That I'm unreliable?
Kraig: Not exactly...
Kraig takes a moment to put his words together.
Kraig: See, this whole thing between me and you... Alex Sean, I always respected you. For all the success you had, everything you've accomplished, when I came back to the WFWF last year, I saw you as a key player in the future of this company. In a time where the WFWF was struggling, I saw you as someone we could hopefully build this promotion around, someone who represented what this sport is supposed to be about.
Kraig takes a moment before he continues.
Kraig: But that's not what you were, was it? Because instead of you rising to the occasion, Alex Sean, instead of setting an example for what it means to be the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, when the WFWF needed you more than ever before, what did you do? You turned your back on this company. First by missing virtually every show you were advertised on and then, at Consequences Will Never Be The Same, come in and lose the title to Wayne McGurk. And the truth is, Alex Sean, maybe for you this is about your honor or need to win, whatever it may be, for me this is about business and in order to make money, you need to deliver what you promise to the fans. I came in and I promised the fans their World Champion, and not only did you let them down with your no-showing of events, but you let them down as a competitor.
Once again, Kraig pauses, Sean now leaning in the corner listening intently.
Kraig: You seem to have this idea that I've gone out of my way to cause you grief, but Alex Sean, not one of your problems has anything to do with me. You lost the WFWF Championship, I didn't lose it for you. When I gave you a chance to earn a rematch against Thunder, it was Jason Jadoa, a man that you made an enemy, that cost you, not me. And as far as I saw it, if you were truly what you said you were, what Jason Jadoa did wouldn't matter to begin with. But still, once again, I gave you an opportunity at a title shot against Trace Demon. I'll be honest; I didn't think you had it in you. I truly believed that Trace Demon would defeat you and, at that point, as a result of the liability I believed you had become, that would be it for you here.
Kraig moves in a little closer to Sean.
Kraig: But you surprised me. Not only did you beat Trace Demon, but you did it convincingly. Well congratulations, Mr. Sean, you've earned your title shot. I'm not going to throw any roadblocks in your way or do anything to screw you out of your chance at being the champion because I'm an equal opportunist, and maybe you, or these people, don't see it, but I always play fair. For the past few months, Alex Sean, you have been undeserving of your spot here in the WFWF, but I'm hoping that now, with your seemingly renewed sense of motivation, that whether you win the WFWF Championship at WFWF Raises air quotes. "Indiana Jones 5; The Curse of the WrestlingFigs Wrestling Federation" Lowers hands. ... That you'll give these fans the very best Alex Sean we've ever seen. So I guess, in closing... If you're willing to put the past behind us and, perhaps, look on to a new beginning... Good luck.
Kraig extends his hand out to Sean for a handshake, the audience immediately reacting with a mix of cheers and "don't do it!"s.
Werner: Well, that was... An interesting interpretation of events.
Steel: Hey, sounded about right to me. And what can I say, you gotta give Kraig some credit for reaching out to Alex Sean like this. I say he should shake his hand.
Sean looks around to the audience seemingly unsure whether to shake his hand or not. Finally, after contemplating for a few moments, Sean steps closer to King Kraig and reaches his hand out to Kraig.
Werner: This certainly has to be considered an unexpected turn of events here tonight!
As Sean and Kraig's hands embrace, a large, brutish figure from the audience leaps over the barricade and quickly slides in the ring beneath the bottom rope behind Alex Sean.
Werner: What the hell is going on here!?
Steel: I think that's...
Kraig's eyes open wide as saucers the moment he takes notice of the man behind Sean which, in turn, manages to tip Sean off just in time to turn into a powerful big boot from the behemoth in the ring sending him hard to the canvas.
Steel: ... Angelus! It's Angelus from the XWA!
Werner: Alex Sean and Angelus have recently been having a lot of problems over in the XWA, one can only imagine this has to do with that!
Sean manages to recover quick and stumble to his feet however he is unable to get his balance and falls backward using the ropes for support. Angelus follows up quick, however, and clobbers Sean with a clothesline sending him over the top rope and to the floor. The monster follows him out to the ringside area and, as Sean attempts to get his feet underneath him, begins to tear the padding at ringside off the floor.
Werner: Where the hell is security!? This is going to get ugly very quick.
From in the ring, Kraig begins to yell toward the stage for officials to intervene. Meanwhile, Angelus grabs ahold of Sean and, after setting Sean on his feet a few feet's distance from himself, grabs ahold of his wrist and pulls Sean into a Spine-Buster on the unprotected cement floor! Sean writhes in pain, grabbing ahold of his left shoulder and turning away from his attacker.
Steel: That left shoulder has been damaged over the past few weeks as a result of a series of events ranging back to his match with Trace Demon last week and it seems as if Angelus is making a point to aggravate it even worse!
Werner: Someone's gotta do something about this quick!
Angelus continues his assault, picking Sean up off the canvas and then positioning him to where his left arm is wrapped around the steel ring-post. He moves his way over to ring-side and gestures for the time-keeper to get out of the way to which the man cowardly obliges. Angelus grabs the chair the man was seated in and folds it, clearly setting up for an attack with it of some kind.
Werner: For the love of god we need security out here now!
A group of referees run down from the ramp finally in an attempt to make the save, however the first one who manages to reach Angelus in time is blasted over the skull with a devastating chair shot. The remaining officials, seeing this, all slow their roll not wanting to be next.
Steel: What a group of cowards, seriously.
Werner: Why don't you do something, Matt? You're a former wrestler at least!
Steel: Yeah... uh... I would but uh... I have this nagging... elbow... I'd really just be no help probably...
With any and all obstacles out of the way, Angelus moves in on Sean, rears back with the steel chair, and blasts Sean directly across his damaged shoulder with a chair-shot that folds the weapon nearly in half. Sean falls to the canvas holding his shoulder in excruciating pain. Seeing his adversary defenseless, Angelus leans down on one knee and, just loud enough for the cameras to pick it up, says to Sean; "Who's the bitch now?". With that, he stands up, drops the chair, and leaps back over the barricade rushing quickly through the audience and out of sight. With Angelus out of the situation, the group of officials rush in to Sean but clearly the damage has been done.
Werner: This is appalling! Alex Sean was already going into his title match with a weakened shoulder, now what sort of condition could he possibly be in?
Steel: To tell you the truth, Matthew, I don't even think at this point it's a question of what condition he will be when he competes, but rather whether he'll even be able to compete at all after this.
The two announcers go unusually silent and, as the officials help Sean to his feet to walk him to the backstage, we fade to commercial.
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 24, 2011 16:47:14 GMT -5
And we're back. Time to start the tag match.
Ace Bennett and Shawn Malakai both want after Aaron Ashton, who is starting for his team of him and Valorie Evans. Bennett concedes to Malakai, who comes up and over the ropes and ties up with the much smaller Ashton. Over on the announce table, ZMaster makes a weird noise which distracts Malakai and Ashton takes advantage and gets the take down on the big man and starts kicking and clawing at Malakai. He rolls Malakai on his stomach and gets him in a Cattle Mutilation hold which Bennett breaks with a stiff kick to Ashton's arched back. Ashton begins to run at Bennett but Malakai catches his boot and trips him. Evans comes into the ring and goes to punch a recently standing Malakai but he catches her hand. She twists her arm and ducks underneath it somehow and goes down on her back bringing her boot up and catching the big man in the chin. Ouch. She then goes after Bennett, but now ZMaster has gotten up from the announce table and made his way into the ring. He's about to chokeslam Malakai when the ref turns around and he turns his attention to Valorie Evans whom he charges and dumps out of the ring. She lands on her feet, but the refs call for the bell, Evans and Ashton win via DQ. In a mad scramble, somehow Bennett ran off with the title again, Evans in hot pursuit. As she catches Bennett and tries for a takedown, he turns around and cracks her in the face with the centerplate, knocking her down into corner of the stage as he takes off again. Ashton watches as ZMaster sets up for a chokeslam on Malakai who is completely unaware. He contemplates helping his former ally, even walking back down the ramp, but ZMaster looks up and startles Ashton and he walks to the back. Malakai gets up and as ZMaster is going to put his hand around Malakai's throat, Malakai blocks and puts his hand on Malakai's throat and charges ZMaster to the corner where they begin fighting. ZMaster rolls himself out of the ring and over the guard rail, Malakai in pursuit.
Matthew Werner: Here we go again!
Matt Steel: Round two!
Malakai jumps the barrier in a fluid motion and catches ZMaster, jumping on his back, taking him down, trying to rip of ZMaster's mask. ZMaster fights him off, trying to harm Malakai's injured shoulder. Not even thinking, Malakai drives that shoulder into ZMaster's stomach. ZMaster comes back with a strong left to Malakai and tries to get away. Once Malakai recovers, the fans point him in the right direction. He makes way to the concessions hallway where ZMaster is waiting for him, pipe in hand. Malakai grabs a strategically placed chair and the two swing, resulting in a tie. The fans in the hallway are cheering and the main arena people watching on the tron go nuts also. ZMaster kicks Malakai below the belt and cracks his shoulder with the pipe. ZMaster picks him put and brings him deeper into the hallway. He charges a stand but Malakai gets his head out of ZMaster's grasp and in turn bashes ZMaster's head off of the cash register of the Pizza Shack. Malakai reaches over the counter and grabs the soda rope and wraps it around the neck of ZMaster and inserts the nozzle into ZMaster's nose and clicks the cola button, the stream of cola burning ZMaster's nostrils. Malakai punches the nozzle farther into ZMaster's nose until he hears the cartilage in ZM's nose break like last week. Security comes and tries to break them up but Malakai flips one of the guards over his shoulder and goes back to ZMaster who brings his boot up to Malakai's stomach. He undoes the rope but is held back and down by the guards, as is Malakai. Police, refs, everyone is here to end this before they do any more costly destruction. We cut back to the commentators who are speechless.
Matthew Werner: Uhm...
Matt Steel: Well then...Hall of Fame time?
Matthew Werner: Shouldn't we go to commercial or something after what just went down?
Matt Steel: Nah. Not this time. We're running out of character space, and we're completely out of promos.
Matthew Werner: Not true. Just found one. Watch this, when we'll go to break.
A logo pops on the television as we see Gladiator sitting down in a wooden chair, a female voice is heard in the background as a logo that says WFWF NEWS is on the bottom right. Gladiator is dressed in a tuxedo sitting next to his manager, as several microphones are on the long desk.
Woman: Shocking news in the last 24 hours, WFWF pro wrestler Gladiator has announced his days of joking around are over. Although he then said he never joked around but that makes no sense at all.
Gladiator: To all my fans, this fun fun happy time is over. My very late New Years Resolution is to win a championship, granted with the help of my fans we can do it. I have been training and 2011 is going to be the year of the Gladiator. Thank you.
Comm...
Matthew Werner: APRIL FOOLS! NO COMMERCIAL HERE!
Matt Steel: But there was no reason for that...
Matthew Werner: Well Malakai just found it in his inbox, so it needed to go somewhere. Ya feel?
Matt Steel: Word. Hall of Fame time?
Matthew Werner: Yep. And the final inductee is...
“Sanctified” by Wolfgang plays as the WFWF Champion Wayne McGurk makes his way down to the ring for his title defense.
Matthew Werner: Well that was convienient. It's Wayne McGurk. Former WFWF Tag Team Champion, International Champion and just most recently the winner of the WFWF Championship though it is currently in the possession of...
“Horseshoes and Handgrenades” by Green Day resonates as Thunder comes down to the ring, the International Championship and the WFWF Championship currently in his possession.
Matthew Werner: Once again, convenient. It's in the possession of WFWF Hall of Famer Thunder. I guess it's time for this match to finally happen. Congrats to Wayne McGurk.
The bell rings and the two competitors for the WFWF Championship and International Championship tie up. Wayne takes over with a nice headlock, eventually downing Thunder with a sidewalk slam. Wayne panders to the crowd, not facing Thunder who kicks Wayne in the back of the knee, dropping the big man. Thunder gets to his feet and ricochets off of the ropes and drives his knee into the back of Wayne's head. Thunder attempts a reverse LeBelle Lock but Wayne uses his strength to pull himself up with Thunder still attached and drives him to the corner. Some lefts and rights are exchanged when they're back in the middle and come catch as catch can wrestling goes on, Wayne with the upper hand when “Purple Haze” by Jimi Hendrix resonates throughout the arena and Vanessa McGurk comes out to ringside. Thunder gets himself up and Wayne goes to deck him but he ducks and catches the ref instead. In turn, Wayne backhands Thunder, taking him out of play for the moment. Vanessa crawls into the ring and stares at her husband who has a pained look in his eyes. She says something along the lines of “I'm sorry” and wraps her arms around his neck. He embraces her with a hug of his own, but his hug is broken as he slumps down, Vanessa catching him with a knee to the groin. Thunder, now standing, turns Wayne and hoists him up and then in turn drops him with the Thunder and Lightning. Vanessa drags the ref to the carnage in the middle of the ring and rolls herself out as the ref counts the pin, Thunder wins.
Matt Steel: No! Not like this!
The time keeper hands Thunder both of his titles, which are actually rightfully his now. It takes a bit of effort to reach his feet, but he finally does and is handed a microphone at that time.
Thunder: I said it all along, but nobody believed me. I always said I was WFWF World Champion, and yet all of you idiots looked at me like I was crazy. Well now you have your proof. I just beat Wayne McGurk in this very ring, something that most people can’t even accomplish at all. So let there be no doubt about it, that I am the best in this company and your World Champion. And I—
Yukio Blaze appears on the ramp and begins walking to the ring. He continues talking as he walks.
Yukio Blaze: Oh, shut up. If I have to hear any more of this crap from you, I just might vomit. I've got half a mind to restart this match. You stole this match. How does that make you any better than Wayne at Consequences? It's utter garbage.
Thunder: You can call it whatever you want. I don’t care. The fact of the matter is that you have no claim on this title now. It may have been mine all along, but you were trying to take it away from me. Now there is no question about who this title belongs to, and there’s nothing you can do it about.
Yukio Blaze: I can’t, but Alex Sean will. You hear that? Can you get that through your thick skull? Your reign will be over at the pay-per-view, when the world will see that your rise to the top once more was just fleeting. That title is going to come back to wear it belongs.
Thunder: Go ahead, stand there fuming and blowing steam like you always do. Meanwhile, I’m going to find a place a bit more uplifting to celebrate my victory.
Thunder exits the ring. Blaze is, indeed, fuming just like Thunder said. The show comes to a close with a sight of Wayne McGurk though, sitting in the corner of the ring, his head in his hands in defeat after what just transpired. Cue the fade to black and the flashing of the WFWF logo.
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Post by Rated R on Jan 24, 2011 18:44:49 GMT -5
Is that... is that Angelus I spy? That's a pretty freaking awesome surprise appearance to be fair. Not sure whether it's a one time cameo or not though, the WFWF could do a lot worse.
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Post by TheNinthCloud on Jan 24, 2011 20:32:22 GMT -5
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Post by Ace Bennett on Jan 24, 2011 20:57:50 GMT -5
Well, looks like I have my hands full for the PPV. Can't wait for my title shot though.
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Post by theryanegan on Jan 25, 2011 1:11:36 GMT -5
Woo! 2-0 since my return, baby!
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Post by Rule 30 on Jan 25, 2011 8:57:02 GMT -5
Hey, I handed in and I won.
Who would've known?
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Post by Calvin on Jan 25, 2011 12:58:42 GMT -5
those commercials and the maury gifs made this show
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Post by Casalex Isn't Funny on Jan 25, 2011 19:14:41 GMT -5
Crap. Oh well
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