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Post by sonstuds on Apr 23, 2011 2:57:09 GMT -5
 The opening video for the WFWF plays, showcasing not only various WFWF superstars doin' their thang but also young men dying like they've always done before. The camera zooms around LP Field, showing the various signs made by the fans in attendance as jets fly over the stadium. Was that cheaper then pyrotechnics? We'll never know, but it's an outdoor venue so let's take advantage![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Welcome to the WFWF, this is "Civil War" live in Nashville, Tennessee! Matt Steel:[/color] More like Smashville, Tennessee, amirite? Matthew Werner:[/color] We have a great show lined up tonight, including three tag team matches! Matt Steel:[/color] And here I thought that division was dead. That's fantastic news. Say Matthew, are we going to get started right away with one of these tag team contests!!?? Matthew Werner:[/color] Actually no. Matt Steel:[/color] Oh ... well that's a little disappointing ... hrm ... In the “Civil War” opener, number one contender to the recently vacated National Title Chris Jackal tangled with Johnny Albright. Well aware of Chris Jackal’s lingering ankle injury Albright targeted that body part for the majority of the match, but showing an impressive resolve Chris Jackal was able to fight through, even able to land the Shooting Star Press in spite of it. That proved to be enough for the three count, but unfortunately for Chris Jackal who’s match for the National Title looms, it doesn’t appear his ankle is healing any faster then he would like.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winner of the match ... Chris Jackal! Matthew Werner:[/color] Great showing by Chris Jackal - oh, what's this? 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. Phillip Schneider makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage, a stool in one hand, a big ass machete in the other hand. Phillip is in his street clothes of ripped jeans and a black hoody. He sets the stool down, setting the machete down on the stool and requesting a microphone.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Apparently, it’s time for Phillip Schneider’s TV time. Matt Steel:[/color] This should be interesting. Schneider clutches the microphone in one hand, retrieving his machete with the other hand and taking a seat at the stool at the top of the stage.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] Today’s topic is censorship. Censorship is something I believe strongly against. I don’t believe that people should have to watch what they say around any demographic, because they are just words. Words don’t hurt anyone. Words aren’t something dangerous.. He looks down at the machete in his hand, the blade shimmering in the light.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] Like a machete. Matt Steel:[/color] This is making me uncomfortable. Phillip Schneider:[/color] And while I don’t believe in censorship, while I believe that any person should be allowed to say whatever they want, there are also consequences for those words. Ask Shadow, Jadoa, whatever about consequences for words. He’s got the scars for the consequences of the words he said about me.. And about my family. Schneider rises from the chair and starts to make his way down the isle, carrying the machete at his side.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] I’m not an angry man. Not any more. I’ve solved those personal issues. But there’s still one thing that absolutely makes my blood boil. There’s one taboo that people really shouldn’t mess with.. Schneider has made his way to the announce table. Matthew Werner is smart enough to throw his headset down with a mighty thud and run for cover, but Matt Steel remains. When Steel realizes what is about to happen, it’s too late. Schneider grabs him by his tie and starts choking him, holding him in place.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] My daughters. Mr. Steel. Do you feel as though I am censoring you? For the words that you said last week? The things you said you wanted to do to my oldest daughter Samantha? Because Mr. Steel, I don’t want you to feel this way. I want you to feel.. Free.. Schneider swings the machete. Steel flinches as expected, but the machete swipe just cuts the neck tie, cutting Steel free. Steel falls backwards from his own pulling, falling into, then out of, his chair. A ringside fan dumps a full glass of something. It was yellow. We’re going to assume it was beer, over Steel’s head. Steel scrambles to his feet.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] Mr. Steel, last week, you said some not so nice things.. And you believe in consequences for your actions, right? You’re a sensible man like myself, right? Steel is now backing away from Schneider. He’s not nearly as dumb as he looks. Schneider, however, is taking two steps for every one step Steel takes. He grabs Matt Steel by the chin. Steel tries to get himself free, but Schneider’s got a good grasp, despite holding the microphone in the same hand. Steel’s screams echo through the building through the microphone, Schneider leaning in close to Steel, to talk into the microphone.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] Mr. Steel.. Today is your judgment day. You’ve entered Judge Schneider’s court. I’m a firm, but fair judge.. And for your unforgivable actions last week.. I sentence you to censorship.. Schneider drops the microphone to the arena floor. Steel is screaming for help, which proves to be a foolish move, as he opens his mouth wide open. Schneider moves swiftly and moves from the chin to the tongue, grabbing Steel’s tongue. Steel’s eyes go as big as they can in horror as Schneider raises the machete high over his head. He brings the machete down with a swipe.. Swiping Matt Steel right down the chest with nothing but the tip of the machete. Steel’s coat and shirt flap open with a massive tear, exposing his hairy belly. Schneider lets go of Steel’s tongue, Steel falling to the arena floor in horror. Schneider leans down and grabs the microphone.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] Next time, I won’t miss. Matt Steel scrambles to his feet and runs at full speed to the backstage area. Schneider rolls into the ring.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] Now while I’ve got an open forum of television time and a big ass knife in my hands that says I can do pretty much whatever I want to do.. I’d like to address someone else. Johnny Knight. Johnny, we had a bit of interaction at Indiana Jones V? And two weeks ago on WFWF TV, forgive me but I cannot keep up with the whacky names of the day to day operations around here.. But somehow, you’ve seen this as me disrespecting you? And you want to form a vendetta with me? Schneider bows his head. He nearly face palms himself with the machete, but stops short, realizing the bad idea before it happens.[/color] Phillip Schneider:[/color] Mr. Knight, I don’t know you. I know that in the last few weeks, you’ve been following in my footsteps.. You beat Lightening.. You beat? Luke Collins.. To me Knight, you’re just like them. To me you’re faceless. You’re just another person coming that will be gone in a month.. But you also beat Trace Demon.. And in doing so, you did something much more important to get my attention.. You stole from me. You stole my property.. You stole my crack, Mr. Knight. You took the heroin needle right out of the junkie’s hand. You took my skewers.. The one joy that I have in wrestling these days, to stab people in the scalp.. And you took that from me.. You took the one highlight that wrestling presents to me, from me.. And for that, you will pay.. But I believe you’ve got one more thing you need to do… One more thing I’ve done, that you need to do.. 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Post by sonstuds on Apr 23, 2011 2:58:47 GMT -5
We come back from commercial break, focused on the announce table and Matthew Werner and the returning Matt Steel. [/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] You're sure you're game to finish this show? Cause I can do it solo. Matt Steel:[/color] C'mon Matthew, no one possibly wants to listen to that. Matthew Werner:[/color] Why would you say something so hurtful - Matt Steel:[/color] I'm a soldier, Matty. You know how many times I've been stabbed? Four times. I'll be good. I got a new shirt and Imma be good. I would have just done it shirtless but you know ... kinda chilly out here. Matthew Werner:[/color] The downside to doing a show outside. Matt Steel:[/color] Word. I have great obliques. Hutton Brown faced AJ King in a match involving two of the top risers in the WFWF. In what was as expected a competitive match, Hutton Brown began to pull away in the closing minutes. Despite a late rally from AJ King who executed a Samoan Drop followed by a Top Rope Splash for a close two, Hutton Brown finally ended the contest on the strength of his “Blacklight” finishing manuever, notching another victory in what is becoming a growing trend.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winner of the match ... Hutton Brown! Matthew Werner:[/color] I tell you, it's going to be tough to top that match. Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah and we still have the bulk of the show to do, so we may have already witnessed the best part. Let's see what this next match has to offer. Matthew Werner:[/color] Actually, we're heading backstage to our resident interviewer Stacy Grey who, I'm told .. is going to interview someone ... well that seemed obvious ... Matt Steel:[/color] She still has a job. That's fantastic. We cut to Stacy Grey in the back.[/color] Stacy Grey:[/color] I'm here backstage with the WFWF's newest talent, Oscar C. Davidson. Thank you for offering to do this interview. So, let's get down to business Oscar. First off, why did you join the WFWF? Oscar C. Davidson:[/color] Well quickly I'd like to thank you for having me. And to answer your first question, I was brought here by my love for pro wrestling. All throughout my life I've been taunted by people and wrestling was really my only escape. It gave me a means of release from the real life troubles I had and more than anything I love it. Stacy Grey:[/color] You mentioned real life troubles. Care to give us an insight as to what's plagued you so much? Oscar C. Davidson:[/color] I have a mental disorder known as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, better known to the masses as OCD. I was the only person at my school to have it and that made me different, and as you can guess because I was different I had to be picked on. This caused me to have no friends at all...I was always alone. Stacy Grey:[/color] What did you do to occupy your time then, given the lonelyness? And please, keep it clean. Heh. Oscar C. Davidson:[/color] To fill the empty void having no friends left me I pursued drumming, something that I had been interested in for a long time but had never looked into. Anyway, this took up a lot of my time. I mean hell, I was even in a band for a little while. Well...when I say a band, I mean it was me and my tape player playing along to The Beatles. My drumming took me to a local Indy wrestling fed where I provided the current champions entrance theme. It was a simple drum cover, but hey. And that's where my wrestling devotion took flight. Seeing the athletic nature of the thing made me realise that could be me one day. Stacy Grey:[/color] So if you're this big wrestling fan now, tell me...what's your favorite match you've ever seen? Oscar C. Davidson:[/color] My favorite match would have to be Drakz vs Johnny 'The Movie Man' Michaels for the title in that demonic Cell of Sin match at WFWF Distance. The ending was just jaw dropping. It had Drakz falling through the roof and Johnny hanging on then pulling himself to victory to retain the title. It was tremendous, and even that is an understatement. Stacy Grey:[/color] So...there's a lot of drama going on in the WFWF today. The Anointed mess, Malakai and ZMaster attempting to murder each other every week, fast food wrestling...what are your thoughts on the state of the WFWF at the moment? Oscar C. Davidson:[/color] I think that the current state of WFWF could be improved. The current murder fiasco, both of them actually, are just creepy, but not as creepy as wrestling fast food. I mean what if Slayer graced us with his presence, they'd be screwed. We need more serious contenders and thats why I'm here, to get the status of WFWF back to it's former glory. Stacy Grey:[/color] You are aware that Slayer can't grace anyone with his presence anymore, right? Oscar C. Davidson:[/color] Weekend at Bernies, Stacy. Weekend at Bernies. Stacy Grey:[/color] You also failed to mention the Anointed debacle in your response. No opinion on that? Oscar C. Davidson:[/color] I think the whole stolen championship, betrayal thing is running low on gas. It's overdone at this point. First Thunder, then Bennett and now this, albeit this is the only time the actually changed hands in a steal. It needs something else to "spice" it up a little. I think if one of Alex's team betrays him too, maybe say DGX then that will pull it out of first gear and shoot it straight into 5th. Stacy Grey:[/color] Well they are XWA guys, so you never know what's going through their minds, ya know? Oscar C. Davidson:[/color] Chairs and the words XWA Representin'. Stacy Grey:[/color] So finally, what is your plan Oscar? You lost last week, you won this week and we're now getting ready for the road to Super Brawl VII. How will Oscar C. Davidson's road to Super Brawl VII go do you think? Oscar C. Davidson:[/color] My road to Super Brawl VII will hopefully be a good one. With my win earlier tonight, I'm feeling more alive than ever. I can't wait for my first Pay Per View match, and I will surely give it my all. Stacy Grey:[/color] Thank you very much for your time, Oscar. There you have it ladies and gentlemen, your first words from the newest WFWF Superstar, Oscar C. Davidson. Back to you at ringside! Matthew Werner:[/color] And now, we're going to see Oscar C. Davidson in action right now! Despite their lack of experience and unorthodox shapes Mr. Chicken Nugget & Miss Strawberry Milkshake are 2-0 in their careers, and against Cameron Stone & Oscar Conrad Davidson looked to push that streak higher. Unlike their previous two encounters however, they were met with much more resistance. You could say Cameron Stone & OCD watched tape on their opponents to figure them out but I really don’t know that for a fact and don’t want to assume incorrectly, you know? Regardless, Cameron Stone connected with a Big Boot to the back of Mr Chicken Nugget’s head or upper back (it’s all kind of the same) while OCD snapped off the Compulsive Driver, which happens to be a Brainbuster and considering her head is a cherry it made a mess which is probably gonna stain the canvas for the rest of the night. As is it was, it got them the victory.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winners of the match ... Cameron Stone & Oscar Conrad Davidson! Matt Steel:[/color] And to commercial break we go![/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Apr 23, 2011 2:59:11 GMT -5
The following is a very brief pre-recorded video from ZMaster. It opens up in a room with a bright red background with some flames showing.
ZMaster: Malakai, the time has come for one final challenge. Last time had no winner but not this time. There must be a winner this time. There will be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide as this final challenge will be from within a cage fight. The cage is bigger than normal, about ten feet higher all around. Barbed wire at the top to show the symbol of what it takes to complete a task. When it’s all said and done, you will never be the same. I will never be the same. This fight will be until the bitter end. Are you prepared to sacrifice years off of your career? I know I am.
The video has ended immediately.
We cut back to ringside.
Matthew Werner: [/color] Strong words for Shawn Malakai. Matt Steel:[/color] Hopefully he saw it. Wouldn't want ZMaster's time to have gone to waste. It looked like he went to a lot of effort to make that. But hey, next match. Is very energetic entering the theme leans back into the fans and then high fives them runs to the ring and does a back flip into the ring.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] What.. In the… Matt Steel:[/color] Just roll with it man. Maybe this is another trip like Valorie Evans vision. Matthew Werner:[/color] Nah, things would have been inappropriately color coded and bolded if it was. Matt Steel:[/color] They are! Can’t you see it, they are! Matthew Werner:[/color] So this is a Valorie Evans match? Matt Steel:[/color] Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s Lionhart. 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 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 this week also has a Straight Line Stitch t-shirt on under his jacket, which he peels off and throws into the crowd. Schneider stretches his hands and wrists a bit as he waits for the referee to check him for foreign objects.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Hey, Straight Line Stitch’s new CD, The Fight of Our Lives, is out now. Matt Steel:[/color] How much did they pay you to plug them? Matthew Werner:[/color] They didn’t pay me anything. But Schneider promised to “Matt Steel” me if I didn’t plug them. By the way bro, you smell like piss. Referee calls for the bell starting this match. Lionhart circles around the ring, clapping his hands, trying to get the fans behind him. Schneider just stands in the corner, unamused. Lionhart passes by Schneider and Schneider nails him right in the eye with a hard left. Lionhart staggers backwards, Schneider rushes at him. Schneider is going for the Yakuza Kick early, but Lionhart has enough mind to side step and save his face.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] This one could have been over very early. Matt Steel:[/color] Maybe he’ll pull the machete out and cut Lionhart to death like he tried to do me. That’d be real entertaining, wouldn’t it? Matthew Werner:[/color] Nice tie. Lionhart on the attack. He pulls Schneider into a side headlock. Schneider works his way out and sends Lionhart into the ropes. Lionhart comes back and nails Schneider with a big flying shoulder tackle, taking “The King of Gore” off his feet. Schneider quickly bails out of the ring.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] This Lionhart is quick. If Phillip Schneider wants to win this match, he’s going to have to control the pace. Slow this match down. Matt Steel:[/color] Or he could just pull out something to stab Lionhart. A machete, some skewers, a shank made out of a toothbrush, who knows what this guy has.. Matthew Werner:[/color] You’d really think my broadcast college would’ve learned his lesson with his first brush with death, but apparently he’s learned nothing. Schneider is catching his breath at ringside. Lionhart gets to his feet, clapping and running to the far ropes. Back to the near ropes and he dives up and over the top rope with a tope con hilo. Unfortunately, Schneider doesn’t take the attack, and simply redirects Lionhart head first into the solid steel guardrail at ringside.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] SPIKE! Matthew Werner:[/color] Great way to break a neck. Matt Steel:[/color] Great way to make an impact on your debut.. On the guardrail! Schneider gathers up Lionhart by the hair. He drags the dazed and confused Lionhart along the ringside area briefly, before slamming him hard head first into the steel ring steps. Referee is making a standing ten count, Schneider makes sure to break it.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] It’d be really anticlimactic if this ended in a double count out, wouldn’t it? Matt Steel:[/color] It would. It’d serve Schneider right though. Schneider grabs the dazed Lionhart by the head again. Lionhart is trying to fight Schneider off with body blows. Schneider grabs Lionhart under the arm pits and throws him full force. The aim is into the guardrail, but Lionhart barely clearly the top of the rail and goes sailing into the front row.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. Matthew Werner:[/color] It.. I… Yes, I know King Kraig, now please stop yelling into my headset! Schneider breaks the referee’s ten count again, rolling into and right back out of the ring. He hops over the guardrail and after Lionhart. Lionhart isn’t laying prone though. He grabs a discarded chair and flings it at Schneider, striking him right in the elbow. A second chair thrown by Lionhart, this time flying right past Schneider, to ringside, and under the ring. Schneider grabs Lionhart by the head and dumps him back over the rail to ringside.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] A lot of fight in this Lionhart fellow. Matthew Werner:[/color] Most people would just roll over and play dead when confronted by Phillip Schneider, present company included, but not Lionhart. He’s a fighter. Lionhart wisely rolls into the ring. He’s followed by Phillip Schneider. Lionhart, being the first one in, is able to catch Schneider with a stomp. He grabs Schneider’s legs. He’s going for his Liontamer. Schneider kicks him off, however, sending him into the turnbuckles. Schneider to his feet. He goes after Lionhart, grabbing him and irish whipping him across the ring into the other buckle. Lionhart hits, tries to do a Ric Flair gimmick up and over to the ring apron, but ends up hanging himself in the tree of woe. Schneider makes his way over at a stalking pace. He kicks Lionhart right in the nose once, then climbs to the apron. Up the ropes Schneider goes. He’s standing over Lionhart. A dive later, he’s double stomping Lionhart’s head into the mat.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Sweet Jebus! Rise of the Dead, Apocalyptic Era.. Whatever he’s calling it this week.. That’s his kill move. Matt Steel:[/color] And Lionhart is likely now deceased. Schneider makes a cover. Referee down for a count.[/color] ... 1[/color] ... ... 2[/color] ... ... 3[/color] ... Ding! Ding! Ding![/color] The bell sounds as Schneider makes his way to his feet. Referee tries to raise his hand, but Schneider has other ideas. He grabs his jacket, rolls to the outside, and heads to the backstage area as we pay the billz.[/color][/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Apr 23, 2011 2:59:32 GMT -5
Matthew Werner: [/color] Welcome back to Civil War, folks! Folks:[/color] Thanks. Matthew Werner:[/color] No problem. In a tune-up for the upcoming match against Mr Chicken Nugget and Miss Strawberry Milkshake, Tabitha Owens and Ace Bennett were forced to put aside their differences as they teamed up against Justin Tyme and the debuting Robbie Ferrari. Despite their recent issues Bennett and Owens were solidly cohesive, leading to a competitive and entertaining match for the fans in attendance. Good for them. They paid good money for these tickets. In the end, Robbie Ferrari had Tabitha Owens set up for 'The Count-Out' but the more experienced of the two was able to modify her body position, countering with the Dahlia Driver. Meanwhile on the opposite end of the ring Justin Tyme and Ace Bennett battled at the turnbuckles as Tyme looked to hit the OverTyme, but much like his partner Bennett was able to counter with his own move, which happened to be the Syracuse Drop which has won him several matches. Immediately after Tyme hit the canvas Tabitha Owens jumped into the pin, getting the victory directly. That's how she rolls.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winners of the match ... Tabitha Owens & Ace Bennett![/center] Tyme and Ferrari roll out of the ring as Bennett and Owens meet in the center of the squared circle. The odd pairing exchange disgruntled looks at one another, despite the fact that they totally just kicked ass. Unbeknownst to them, Mr. Chicken Nugget and Miss Strawberry Milkshake are dangerously sneak into the ring, but since they are in giant food-type uniforms, they're sneaky is a lot less sneaky than they'd hope for. Ace and Tabitha notice them the second they enter the ring.
Matt Steel: [/color] Holy McRegals, it's Mr. Chicken Nugget and Miss Strawberry Milkshake! These four are supposed to meet at whatever the next show or PPV is called! This is true, however, Tabitha and Ace don't seem to want to wait that long as they quickly begin an assault on the crazy food-wearing homies. Bennett spears Mr. Chicken Nugget down and due to his lack of arms, he cannot get back up. He rolls around a few times, but to no avail. Tabitha Owens wastes no time in hitting the Loaded Pistol on Miss Strawberry Milkshake, causing her to also fall to the mat, without even spilling!
Matt Steel: Ooh! I bet Bennett and Owens are gonna eat them next! Matthew Werner: Not a chance…Tabitha is a vegan and Bennett is a zombie. Ace doesn't seem all too satisfied with just knocking his future opponent down as he turns the Nugget man onto his stomach and goes for the zipper!
Matt Steel: Oh no! Not the zipper! The zipper, indeed! The Streak Destroya himself begins unzipping the Nugget costume. Yes, it is just a costume. At this point, Miss Strawberry Milkshake is beginning to come to as she slowly gets to her feet. When she notices what's going on, she rushes to save her fellow foodmate. However, Tabitha, being a vegan and all, charges Miss Shake and holds her back.
Tabitha Owens (screaming): This is what you get for not being a cruelty-free product! Miss Strawberry Milkshake, with her animal-by product-like ways struggles to get free, but Tabitha's strength is way too much for her. Meanwhile, Bennett has finally got the zipper all the way down and the back of a man's head appears, with dark hair sprawling out of the costume. Bennett pulls the ridiculous Nugget costume off the man, but his hands (which he now has) cover the world from seeing his face. Bennett, pissed off and wanting to know who the hell this man is, kicks him stiffly in the head. The hands are removed and…
Matthew Werner: Hey, that guy kind of looks familiar. Matt Steel: Nope, not to me. Just some old dude with long hair. It's the one, the only, WFWF Hall of Famer…Johnny Michaels! Most of the fans, being too young to actually know who he is, make no reaction whatsoever. However, some of the older fans, the one's who should probably be in the same retirement home as Fran, gasp and lose their false teeth and break a hip or two. Bennett and Owens just glance at each other, confused looks gracing their features. With the distraction, Miss Strawberry Milkshake takes the opportunity to slide out of the ring and run off. Michaels peaks his head up just in time to see the only female Milkshake who ever understood him, running off without so much as a "goodbye". The former WFWF Champion, then rolls out of the ring. He exchanges worried glances in the direction Milkshake just went and then back at Bennett and Owens. A scowl dawns on Johnny Michaels before he slowly backs his way to the locker room area. In the ring, Bennett has taken a microphone while Owens just seems extremely lost in this whole ordeal.
Ace Bennett: I honestly don't even know what the hell just happened there. What I do know is that Tabitha, you and I, are supposed to face those two clowns at the PPV. Now we certainly do not see eye to eye basically because you're just crazy. But as crazy as you are, you're certainly not a complete and utter joke like those two people dressed as food. At least you gave me real competition. At least you gave me a chance to team with someone who could bring it just as much as I could. So I don't know about you, Tabitha, but I'm done with this little game. I shouldn't have to face food in a match, especially after I just unmasked one of them. No wonder he was dressed up like that, I would be too if I was just some washed-up has been who can't seem to realize that his time was long ago and my time is now. Tabitha Owens (grabbing the microphone from Bennet): So I guess that leaves both of us free on this PPV, huh? Ace Bennett: Right. Tabitha Owens: Wrong. Bennett doesn't get a chance to question Owens as he is struck from behind by a returning Braden Munroe. Bennett stumbles forward, giving Tabitha a perfect chance to stiffly slap him across the face. The force of the slap turns Bennett around where he is greeted by the Super Spinning Cyclone Strike from Munroe, knocking him down and out. Tabitha hands Braden the microphone as he stands over a fallen Bennett.
Braden Munroe: Ace Bennett, you silly man, I have come back for one reason and that is simply to take you out. You are just one of those guys that bug the hell out of me. You're like one of Rita's Putties, making that annoying dying llama sound when you attack. At the end of the day, Bennett, no one likes a Putty! Not even Rita! So this is the end of the road, you evil streak destroyer. At My Neck, My Back, Lick my etc., etc. or whatever the next show is called, you and me will step into the ring together for the last time. Because this will be my last match and I plan on using every ounce of my weather-controlling prowess to break you and make this your final match too. You better pray that the Matrix of Leadership opens up for you, Bennett, because you don't stand a chance without it. Braden and Tabitha then start to leave the ring until Braden suddenly has a thought.
Braden Munroe: Oh! And for the last time, I do not eat babies! With that, the pair leave the ring and go to the back as we go to a commercial break. You think it gets repetitive reading that? Trying writing it for several shows.[/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Apr 23, 2011 2:59:52 GMT -5
Keri Thames: At this time I would like you all to welcome the King of Demons... Trace... Demon!
The opening chords of ‘Destabilise’ hits the speakers as the lighting in the arena becomes a shade of crimson. As the bass hits Trace Demon walks out onto the stage, suited up to the nines. Trace walks out onto the ramp before holding his arm, fingers pointed like a gun. He throws his hands up, mouthing “Boom” as a huge wall of flame shoots up from the stage. Trace slowly makes his way to the ring, jumping onto the apron and entering between the top and middle rope. He ascends the turnbuckle and points at the crowd, grinning, before jumping down and stopping in the centre of the ring. Keri Thames hands him the microphone before exiting the ring, leaving Trace to wait for the crowd to die down.
Matthew Werner: I’m surprised to see Trace Demon here tonight, the man received quite a beating at the hands of EBR, Jason Jadoa and Calvin Lee last week.
Matt Steel: He kind of asked for it Werner, he should have known better than to insult our owner and our World Champion in one go.
Trace Demon: Well don’t I look fine tonight Nashville?!
The crowd erupt with cheers, Trace chuckling at the cheap pop.
Trace Demon: So last week I had a little bit of trouble with a group of low life wannabe’s who can only get the job done in a pack. But hey, I don’t hold grudges. Well done boys, you know how to ambush a guy, hell, your top class at it. You should all get medals in being little b***hs! You could host a seminar, I’d come. Of course, that’d just be so I can kick your bloody asses!
The crowd cheer as Trace’s jokeful attitude gives way to a little bit of rage.
Trace Demon: I don’t take very kindly to being beaten on, especially by a bunch of guys who have nothing better to do than to polish the shoes of an egomaniacal freak! Yeah Kraig, I’m talking about you. Now look, I’ve got no problem with your lifestyle, you and your life partner EBR are welcome to live it up in whatever way you guys do, but I draw the line at being ambushed and assaulted by backstabbing weasel, an emo with bad hair and... that other guy. You know the one, the one who I’ve already kicked out of one company? Ah screw it, he’s clearly not that important.
Matt Steel: Has this guy not learnt his lesson by now?
Matthew Werner: We’re talking about a guy who’s had to get his forehead re-stitched three times in consecutive weeks and keeps coming back for more.
Trace Demon: So here’s what we’re going to do. You see, I’m done, I’ve had enough, I just can’t take it anymore. If I don’t get to kick King Kraig’s head in then I may just snap. I may become even more insane than that homeless guy outside the arena trying to get in, calls himself Calvin Lee or something. So, I’ve decided something has to be done.
Trace exits the ring, walking over towards the announce table. He tells the time keeper to move, grabbing his chair and throwing it into the ring. Trace rolls in afterwards, setting the chair up in the centre of the ring and plating himself firmly down with no intention of moving.
Trace Demon: So Kraig, get out here now and let’s settle this.
Nothing, no sight of Kraig at all.
Trace Demon: I can do this all day Kraig, I’m being paid until closing time.
Matthew Werner: So... this is actually happening? Trace Demon is holding the show hostage.
Matt Steel: And he calls Kraig an egomaniac, he’s just digging a deeper grave for himself.
Matthew Werner: Why don’t you get in there and tell him to leave Steel?
Matt Steel: Uh... no, I’m alright on this side of the table.
The crowd are mixed. They’re unhappy at the show being held up but they want to see Kraig get what he deserves. Trace doesn’t care, he’s waiting. After a minute King Kraig walks out onto the stage, flanked by three security guards. Trace glares at him.
King Kraig: You have to be kidding me Trace. Have you forgotten who’s paying your wages? I could have you fired for this!
Trace Demon: No such luck Kraig. You forget I used to be the one running this place so I know all about our contracts. Am I in breach of contract by sitting out here?
King Kraig: Well no, but...
Trace Demon: And I’m not affecting ratings. There’s nothing the viewers at home or the people here tonight want to see more than me stick my foot right down your throat!
The crowd roar in agreement, Kraig looking frustrated and appalled at proceedings.
King Kraig: Well fine, but that doesn’t mean I have to sit here and watch you ruin my show because you have some ridiculous grudge. Boys, escort Mr. Demon out of the ring.
Trace Demon seems to smirk as the three security guards head down towards the ring. Trace stays still, watching them as they reach the bottom of the ramp. As the first stands on the apron Trace signals for him to enter the ring. He does so but Trace moves quicker than anybody would expect, grabbing the chair, folding it up and smashing it into the side of the guard, sending him crashing back through the ropes and to the floor. The other two guards roll into the ring, looking to get the numbers advantage but Trace as an ally of his own – the chair. Trace blasts the first guard clean in the skull while the second gets the chair rammed into his ribs before Trace sends it crashing down onto his back.
Trace Demon: How many more of your boy-toy’s do I need to hit with this thing before you realise this isn’t going to end until I get to you Kraig!
King Kraig: Fine, you want me Trace, you got me, just be careful what you ask for.
King Kraig throws his jacket onto the ramp and begins strutting down to the ring slowly. Trace smirks, sure that something is going on.
Matthew Werner: Are we actually going to see this?
Matt Steel: Not so fast Werner, look in the ring.
During Kraig’s strut Calvin Lee has rolled into the ring from behind Trace, who doesn’t seem to notice. Kraig makes a motion for Trace to turn and as he does Calvin charges only to be met by a face full of steel as Trace swings the chair. The impact takes Lee off of his feet. He hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring, quickly stumbling over to where King Kraig is standing. Blood is trickling out of Lee’s nose as Trace laughs in the ring.
Matthew Werner: Trace Demon has got one up on King Kraig and especially Calvin Lee.
Matt Steel: He should be suspended, flinging around a chair like that!
Trace Demon leans on the ropes and waves at King Kraig and Calvin Lee as they back up the ramp, having finally gotten one up on his foe as we fade out.
WFWF Presents ...
Our location ... unknown. Miles and miles with nothing but desert in sight. The sun beams down on us. We wipe the sweat off our brows as our vision is overwhelmed by an unidentified object, it's shadow casting over us. The object lands in front of us. We wait. The doors open. There's nothing we can do. We brandish our glasses and place them on our faces. It has already ... begun ... [/color]  Attack! Of The Little Green Men ... In 3D!![/b] Only on Pay-Per-View ...[/color][/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Apr 23, 2011 3:00:36 GMT -5
What do we and Kotter have in common? [/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Welcome back! Knight and Malakai, blood still bad, went at it from the get go. They didn't allow the other to even take more than a breath for some time. The kicks, the punches, the grapples were all quick and fluid, both men wanting to hurt the other. Knight would hit a questionable hit in the lower regions on Malakai and drop him with a DDT for a near fall. He worked Malakai's injured shoulder over, but eventually Malakai got Knight down and laid a beat down on Knight. Malakai's offense didn't last long though as Knight got up and was back on the offense. Knight went for a leg whip, but Malakai caught it and dropped him with a back breaker throw away slam combo. Knight barely was on his feet when Malakai booted him in the back of the head with the 19:15 for the victory.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winner of the match...Shawn Malakai! Following his loss, Johnny Knight doesn’t exit the ring, instead lingering. He sits up, making a motion for a microphone. Someone hands him a mic, through the ropes, and he crawls towards them, grabbing the mic. He breaths heavy as he sits on the mat defeated.[/color] Johnny Knight:[/color] You see… You see this is what happens.. When you obsess.. When you build a one track road and a guideline to follow.. A path.. You must sway from the path.. Or you’ll walk into a train.. Unless of course, you like the idea of being a paraplegic, you must avoid oncoming traffic.. Malakai, you beat me tonight.. But you beat a man who wasn’t here.. You could say I wasn’t here mentally.. You could say I wasn’t here physically. You can make the cute and shrewd jokes, but the fact is.. I wasn’t here.. I was strolling down my road.. Heading towards my destination.. I’m on a collision course, guys.. A collision course with someone who doesn’t even know I exist.. Phillip Schneider. CAN YOU SEE ME NOW PHIL? CAN YOU SEE ME NOW? I beat Trace Demon. I beat Lightening. You kicked my face off. CAN YOU SEE ME NOW? Next week.. Next week you’ll see me.. You’ll know who I am.. Because next week.. I travel the last mile marker on my road to destiny.. Next week.. Johnny Knight faces Thunder. Matt Steel:[/color] WHAT? Matthew Werner:[/color] The kid has a death wish.. Johnny Knight:[/color] Schneider.. You’re better than me.. You’re stronger than me.. You’re tougher than me.. But come hell or high water.. You will respect me.. Give me respect.. Or give me death. Knight rolls out of the ring and towards the backstage area.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] That is an issue that is heating up immensely. Matt Steel:[/color] Yes, it's like a microwave. Misera Cantare hits as Yukio Blaze makes his way to the ring. He is not alone at all. He's flanked by a total of ten security guards on either side of him. And since he apparently seems to be nursing his injuries slightly, one of these men opens the ropes for him. Once in the ring, he stands at the far corner opposite the ramp, while the security guards form a wall of sorts around him.
Yukio Blaze: Thank you very much for that wonderful reception. I know you've all been waiting for this moment, so let's right on with it. Let's bring out the former WFWF employee, that no-good scum of the earth, Thunder! Horseshoes and Handgrenades hits as Thunder makes his way to the ring. He still has the International Title on his shoulder. Once in the ring, he makes a move for Blaze. To the surprise of no one, the wall of security prevents this from happening.Thunder:[/b] Are you back there, Yukio? I'm guessing you are, but I can't tell for sure when you're cowaring in fear behind a bunch of hired henchmen. Yukio Blaze: I'm not afraid of you. The only person who was ever afraid of you was Stacy, and with good reason since your actions ended her life. Thunder is fuming, and makes an even more aggressive move towards Blaze. Blaze jumps back a little when it looks like Thunder might make it through, but security is eventually able to wrestle him down and place him back in a neutral corner.Yukio Blaze:[/b] And that's exactly the reason why security is here. It's because you can't handle that temper of yours. And much like it ended Stacy's life, it ended your career too. You see, I would love to be able to face you one-on-one, man to man, but that's just not possible. I can't have you sucker punching me and assaulting me in such a dirty manner again. I'm too important to this company! Only now I have recovered from that neck injury. Thunder: Which odd, because your neck seemed to be quite fine earlier on in the evening when you were talking with-- Yukio Blaze: You just shut your mouth! What my private meetings are about is none of your business. And I'm not going to let you control the conversation either. You're only hear so I can let you know what I'm going to do to you for that vicious, unwarranted attack. Thunder: Unwarranted? I seem to recall that you egged me on and then repeatedly blamed me for the my girlfriend's death. I think I reacted the way any person would in that situation. How would you feel if I did the same to you, Jeff? What if I brought up that you weren't even at your wife's side when she died that car accident? Yukio Blaze: Clear the ring. At Blaze's request, the security guards exit the ring and stand outside by the guardrails. Blaze throws his microphone down, as Thunder does the same. The two men get right in each others faces. Both Blaze and Thunder look as though they could strike each other at any second. Finally Blaze rears back and . . .
. . . backs away before rolling out of the ring. He grabs his microphone and security once again surrounds him.Yukio Blaze:[/b] No, I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to stoop to your level. I'm not some cheap shot artist like you. And I'm not going to change my original plan by being goaded on by your head games. Thunder:[/b] I'm disappointed. For a second I actually saw some fire in your eyes. I thought for a moment that you were going to be a real man and stand up for yourself. But, it turns out you're still a coward and nothing more. So since you're not gonna do anything, why don't you just quit wasting my time and tell me what your ridiculous idea is? Yukio Blaze:[/b] That's one thing we agree on, since I want you out of this ring as soon as possible. Here's what's going to happen. After this next PPV, you will no longer be the International Champion. And once you lose the title on that night and get humiliated in the process, you will truly be out of here forever. Thunder:[/b] You sound pretty confident. So who exactly the guy who will supposedly humiliate me? Yukio Blaze:[/b] See, that's the fun part. I'm not telling you who it is. You are going to step into that ring and not have any idea who you are facing. Thunder:[/b] That's it? Yeah, that's a handicap, but I can deal with that. Yukio Blaze:[/b] You didn't let me finish. The special referee for that match is going to be me. Like I said, you are going to get the humiliation you deserve. Now security, please escort him out of here. Instead of escorting him out, they just attack him while he tries to get away. All the while, Blaze is grabbing a chair from ringside. He signals for the security guards to move, and they do. After a chairshot to the head, Blaze and his entourage finally make their exit.[/b][/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Apr 23, 2011 3:00:58 GMT -5
As we return, Chris Jackal is screaming in the parking lot for AJ King.
Chris Jackal: Oh, AJ! Where are you! Show your face you coward!
Suddenly, AJ King attacks Jackal from behind! Jackal quickly fights back this time and the two men start trading fists in the parking lot! Jackal, full of rage suddenly takes the upper hand! He throws King's head right into a car's hood! He slams his head against multiple times, but AJ King suddenly kicks Chris in the privates!
AJ King: You think you're in pain, Chris? I'll show you PAIN! I'm going to break you damn ankle!
King starts to stomp on Chris without remorse. Suddenly, he stops the stomping, but he repeatably slams Jackal's ankle into the pavement! King then locks Chris in the Ankle Lock! Chris screams out in pain as King shouts, "YOU THINK THIS IS PAIN? WELL, I'LL SHOW YOU PAIN!" King then takes a pipe and smacks Chris in the back of the head with it! Chris is out cold in the parking lot! Suddenly, AJ King sees someone getting into their truck, and he quickly runs over there and yanks the guy out!
AJ King: I'll only need this for a short time, trust me!
The guy runs out of there as AJ King closes the truck door shut! He starts the engine up and the lights turn on as Chris is still knocked out cold on the pavement! AJ King then takes off in the truck as Chris picks his head up! Right before AJ runs him over, Chris rolls out of the way! Staff comes rushing out as AJ King gets out of the truck and flees from the scene! Staff helps Chris up and they carry him back into the arena.
Back to ringside. [/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] God damn ... Matt Steel:[/color] This has been an unnecessarily violent episode of the WFWF. Matthew Werner:[/color] And that should only continue with our main event ... EBR & Jason Jadoa met DGX & Alex Sean in a match which took on more meaning to all four combatants then simply deciding which team gains rightful ownership of the Tag Team Titles. It was the first time EBR was in the ring with Alex Sean and DGX since his actions at Indiana Jones V, and topped with Jason Jadoa’s mind games and assaults of Alex Sean well ... it was a physical match.
Coincidentally, EBR and DGX weren’t in the ring at the same time for the large duration of the match. Lacking in the history and chemistry of their opponents, EBR and Jadoa had a moderately impressive showing as a team, working on who they believed to be the weaker of the two, Alex Sean. Considering the vicious attacked he suffered at the hands of Calvin Lee and Jason Jadoa at “Not The Bees!”, that proved to be a wise choice as it was evident Sean was still suffering the effects. Despite getting worked over by both men for several minutes Alex Sean was able to summon the strength to charge at Jason Jadoa, taking him down with the Lariat. Unfortunately for one team and fortunately for the other, Sean wasn’t able to capitalize with a pin attempt and after both men laid on the mat in exhaustion, they crawled to their respective corners. And now we jump back into real time! Yeah![/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah! With Sean and Jadoa getting the tags EBR and DGX come into the ring and the crowd pauses as both come in hard but then halt as they cautiously size each other up. DGX wears a giant grin on his face as EBR looks hard but focused as DGX moves in slowly almost tauntingly for a tie up. EBR adapts a grappling stance and moves cautiously in closer as DGX backs away gently in time with EBR keeping and slowly creating distance before EBR lunges for the tie. DGX however lightly dances away and mockingly fixes his hair before he struts away a moment playing the mind game with EBR.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] I don’t know how wise this is on behalf of DGX but if you look at him throughout the match here he seems to be in EBR’s head. Matt Steel:[/color] Mad disrespect yo. DGX smirks as EBR looks irritated by the Rated X Icon’s antics but won’t be baited it seems. Meanwhile Sean has crawled up on the ropes and beholds Jadoa trying to sneak back into the ring and emotion surges as he charges his rival as he hits him with a tackle and momentum carries the two to the outside where the emotion charged brawl between them resumes! EBR meanwhile has sidestepped the charging Alex Sean and is now look at the fight as it occurs outside a moment as DGX sneaks up behind him and latches on a headlock![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] EBR taking his eye off the ball there a moment and DGX capitalizing… Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah…’capitalizing’, with a headlock… Matthew Werner:[/color] DGX has controlling position doesn’t he?! EBR moves DGX into the ropes and fires him off with a whip into the ropes and as DGX rebounds he takes the skies looking to catch EBR unawares with a flying forearm smash but EBR at the last minute dodges out of the way! DGX hits the mat and labors a moment before EBR moves in behind him, wrenches his bad arm with the cast on it behind him back before lifting and dropping him down with a arm trap belly to back suplex![/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Now THAT is capitalizing! Matthew Werner:[/color] EBR exploiting that left arm of DGX’s in the cast…the broken left hand from Indiana Jones V. DGX cries out as EBR gets up and then meanly stomps on the hand blatantly! DGX yelps again as his ailing limb is assault the cast put through the paces again tonight on how protective it can be. EBR stomps on the hand again before he gets on top of DGX and fires right hands into his head again and again before finally the official intervenes![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] EBR taking it to his former partner here. These two men were prior to this one of the most dominating tag team tandems the WFWF had ever known. They were fighting champions, they brought the division back to legitimacy many say… Matt Steel:[/color] And they had the greatest theme ever. Moment of silence. Matthew Werner:[/color] But it’s come down to this, an old issue left unsettled has torn this team apart and here tonight at Civil War after the hellacious war this match has already been it comes down to these two men! DGX gets to the ropes and starts trying to pull himself up but EBR is right there this time drilling a knee into the cast as it rests on the bottom rope. DGX cries out and scrambles away cursing as he tries to overcome the pain in his obviously damaged limb! EBR however is having none of it and picks DGX up before firing him into the ropes and hitting him down with a big shoulder tackle![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] And the champion finds himself in firm control here! Matt Steel:[/color] Word. D’s hand is hurtin him like a b*tch now Matty. EBR picks up DGX and applies a front facelock and looks to take DGX up and over a suplex but DGX blocks with his inside leg! On the outside Jadoa and Sean cannot be stopped it seems as their battle has gone all the way up the ramp and continues to the back area leaving EBR and DGX alone as the legal men and this tag team championship match down to a one on one. DGX meanwhile drives a knee into EBR’s bread basket before he adjusts his arm positioning to escape the facelock and trap EBR in a urnage positon. DGX then pulls EBR down and drills him gut first on a knee before standing back up, sweeping his leg behind EBR and drilling him down with a modified back breaker! DGX reels EBR up as he looks rattled from the impacts and lifts him up and furiously spins around like a cyclone with EBR suspended in air before he drops his legs out and nails the swinging sidewalk slam the late Ray Traylor perfected as the Bossman Slam![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Great counter! Innovative offense by DGX there! … 1[/color] … … 2[/color] … EBR kicks out! DGX gets up and adjusts his hair as he holds up two fingers incredulously to the official.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] EBR kicks out here! Matt Steel:[/color] He’s nothing but twisted steel and sex appeal yo…EBR don’t stay down for nobody! DGX gets up as he thinks what to do and as EBR gets to his feet frustration boils for DGX at this point as he charges up and busts EBR right in the face with a right hand! EBR is stunned from the blow as the crowd “aaaawwwwwspams” DGX’s audacity and the sound of the hit. DGX looks around before he rapid fires right after right after right into EBR’s face before he shoves EBR and yells for him to “f*cking bring it!” To punctuate the point DGX open hand slaps EBR across the face.
This proves a bad idea.
EBR comes to life as if well, slapped, as he fires right after right after right into DGX’s face! DGX tries to strike back but EBR at this point is the proverbial “house afire” as he strikes back harder and faster![/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Oooooohhh…sh*t just got real! Matthew Werner:[/color] EBR coming alive here with those right hands and this is not a good situation for DGX! DGX is well aware of this point and at first chance engages EBR in a grapple. DGX transitions as quickly as he can to a side headlock and from there a few well places steps to wrenching EBR’s arm behind him in a hammerlock! DGX locks his good right hand with EBR’s left and squeezes as he wrenches the hand he crippled on EBR hoping to give him a painful reminder. Unfortunately this seemingly just serves to infuriate the champion more as opposed to hurt or shake him as he replies with a hard elbow to DGX’s jaw that not only breaks the hold but takes him down to a knee! Seizing on this chance EBR hits the ropes and on the rebound clobbers DGX with an old lariat takedown he once called the “Night train necktie”! EBR is up and DGX is down…and further he doesn’t look all that healthy.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] EBR just exploding here! Matt Steel:[/color] Sh*t’s been brought son… EBR stares at DGX and slowly a smirk comes over his face. It’s a position EBR has seen many a time, he’s put men like Thunder and others in this position before. The man before him was about to go down and he deserved it, EBR loved the fact that here and now he’d end it having put this man down to the weak and vulnerable specimen he was now. DGX meanwhile doesn’t look sure of his surroundings, he’s dazed, weak, and quite honestly he looks beaten…[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] I think this one is just a matter of time now… Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah EBR is gonna end this one now…for Kraig. Word. Matthew Werner:[/color] I doubt this is for anyone except EBR, because that’s all EBR is about now. Turning on this man, on Alex Sean, I thought I knew EBR. Matt Steel:[/color] He’s the world champ dawg. That’s ALL you need to know. EBR walks over to DGX and allows DGX to meekly try to pull himself up on EBR’s legs before finally the champion has seen enough. He pulls DGX into powerbomb setup, DGX’s head clutched between EBR’s powerful thighs (damn that sounds so gay). Finally EBR signals this is over before he grabs around the waist and lifts DGX up high for his folding powerbomb…however as he looks up one last time to savor the defeated face of the man who broke his hand EBR is instead greeted by a slimy, smug, sh*t eating grin that he knows all too well…
And that’s the last thing he sees before DGX slams the cast down on his head turning his lights OUT with an instant KO shot! EBR’s legs crumple and he falls to his back in the middle of the ring as DGX lands by the ropes laughing to himself.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] WHAT A SHOT! Matt Steel:[/color] HEY! That’s cheating! Matthew Werner:[/color] DGX just knocked out EBR with the cast! EBR has not moved. Silence descends over the arena a moment as it sinks in what just happened. DGX crawls over to EBR and pokes at him a little before he turns and rests his upper body against EBR’s chest and crosses his legs via putting the right on top of the left in a lounging position as the referee looks at this confused before DGX prompts the cover.[/color] … 1[/color]… Matt Steel:[/color] You can’t be serious… … 2[/color] …. Matt Steel:[/color] HOW is that not a disqualification?! … 3[/color] … Matthew Werner:[/color] Legal equipment. The cast was cleared by doctors and WFWF staff to use in this match. Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah but not as a weapon!!! DGX smiles miles wide as he turns to the unconscious form of EBR. He’s still out cold and the camera zooms in so lip readers can catch DGX as he informs EBR “I OWN you” before he gets to his feet as “Amazing” hits.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Here are your winners and the NEW WFWF tag team champions, Alex Sean and D-G-X!!!!!!!!! DGX gets to his feet and takes both tag team titles and then the WFWF championship of EBR. DGX smiles as he holds up the WFWF championship before he gently drapes it across EBR’s chest.[/color] DGX:[/COLOR] You can keep this…for now. DGX then throws up both championship belts as Civil War comes to an end.[/color]  [/center] |
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Apr 23, 2011 8:34:16 GMT -5
Neat, I won, I'm so shocked.
...So shocked that I applied the result to my bio like 3 days ago.
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Post by Ace Bennett on Apr 23, 2011 10:42:47 GMT -5
Very cool segment Braden/Johnny. I'm so happy that I'm a part of this angle. The whole show looked really well and I'm really glad that King and Jackal are stepping and writing a good storyline between themselves. Congrats to DGX and Alex on the tag championship win. I thought MOTN was going to b a permanent fixture though?
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Post by Revvie® on Apr 23, 2011 11:56:59 GMT -5
HAHA....Flapzy....sorry
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Post by bad guy™ on Apr 23, 2011 12:47:09 GMT -5
I believe the match of the night was obvious Ace. Haha.
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Post by Ace Bennett on Apr 23, 2011 12:52:33 GMT -5
I believe the match of the night was obvious Ace. Haha. Well yeah, but still.  |
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Post by sonstuds on Apr 23, 2011 13:18:07 GMT -5
Horror never gave me a vote for match of the night and it was too much pressure to decide one for myself. Blame him. That's what I'm doing.
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Post by Rule 30 on Apr 23, 2011 13:33:29 GMT -5
It should go to Chris Jackal versus The Truck, imo.
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Post by Ace Bennett on Apr 23, 2011 13:50:17 GMT -5
It should go to Chris Jackal versus The Truck, imo. Well that was the match me and Horror were talking about the whole time. duh. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2011 19:37:52 GMT -5
A show full of good wrestling, random violence, and Hutton Brown getting another victory.
So this is what a wrestling show should look like, compared to the crap they show on the television...
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Apr 23, 2011 19:44:51 GMT -5
Yes, because Hutton Brown getting a victory would definitely save Raw.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2011 21:43:30 GMT -5
Would probably do a lot more for Raw than John Cena's continued Superman act.
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Post by TheNinthCloud on Apr 23, 2011 22:07:43 GMT -5
YOU SIR ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL IT SMASHVILLE, SIR.  |
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Post by Revvie® on Apr 23, 2011 22:40:17 GMT -5
YOU SIR ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL IT SMASHVILLE, SIR. Can anyone tell me what Angry "BAD TRADER" Guy is babbling about or should I be concerned?  |
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