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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Mar 30, 2011 22:28:27 GMT
BETHEA: Welcome one and all to Live-Wire! I’m Ernest Bethea here with Sam Strachon.
STRACHON: We know our Genesis main event!
BETHEA: We certainly do. Last week, “The” Ross Walker defeated nineteen other Warriors to secure his place. He will now be facing Christian Lee for the FWF World Championship.
STRACHON: And speaking of which...
BETHEA: Christian Lee will be in action later on tonight.
CHARLES: The following match scheduled is for one fall! Introducing first...
Blue and white smoke rises from the grid panels on the titantron as "Time is Running Out" by Muse plays. After a moment, the smoke clears to show Tim E. Vortex stood on the stage. He walks down the ramp, shaking hands with a few fans before rolling into the ring.[/color]
CHARLES: ...from the Space-Time Vortex ...weighing in at 252 pounds ...Timothy Edward Vortex!
“Asylum” hits the PA as blue lights flood the arena. James makes his way to the stage to a chorus of cheers. He shrugs off the cheers from the crowd thinking he's too badass to associate with them, secretly loving every second of it. He casually makes his way down the ramp giving the nod to several fans in the front row as he passes them. He slides in under the bottom rope, and makes his way to the turnbuckle annoyingly slow. When he gets to the top rope he raises his left fist in the air as the blue lights stop, and the normal arena lights come back on.[/color]
CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Salem, New Hampshire ...weighing in at 215 pounds ...James Bohne!
The bell sounds. The two men go to lock up, but James kicks Vortex in the stomach. He then hits him with a European Uppercut, causing Vortex to stumble back. He turns around and James hits him with another one. James then grabs him from behind and executes German Suplex. [/color]
STRACHON: There’s the experience of James Bohne.
James picks Vortex up, but Vortex begins to fight back, hitting James with lefts and rights. He then bounces off the ropes and comes back with a running headbutt. James quickly gets up and Vortex executes a suplex. James gets up again and runs at Vortex, but Vortex grabs him before hitting him with powerslam. [/color]
STRACHON: This guy’s got some moves.
BETHEA: A win over this veteran could do wonders for the rookie.
Vortex begins to pick James up, but James pushes Vortex back, ramming him into the corner. He then Irish-whips him into the other corner before running at him, hitting him with a dropkick. Vortex stumbles out and James executes a backbreaker. [/color]
BETHEA: James is back in control.
Using the ropes, Vortex begins to pull himself up. James grabs his head and begins to choke him on the top rope. ...1 ...2 ...3 ...4. James releases. He then Irish-whips Vortex. When he comes back, James hits him with clothesline. [/color]
STRACHON: It’s this sort of thing that made Bohne one of the top guys in FWF.
James picks Vortex up and hits him with a suplex before covering. ...1 ...2. Vortex kicks out. James picks him up, but Vortex begins to fight back, hitting James in the gut. He hits him in the chest before delivering a forearm smash to his face. James retaliates with a right hand. Vortex returns it. James goes for another right hand, but Vortex ducks. [/color]
STRACHON: It’s this sort of thing that made Bohne one of the jobbers...
Vortex lifts James up into a sitting position on his shoulders before slamming him to the mat with the Electric Chair Drop. He then climbs to the top rope. He leaps off, connecting with the Watch Out before covering. ...1 ...2 ...3.[/color]
STRACHON: Whoah!
BETHEA: A knee drop from the top. That had to hurt.
CHARLES: The winner of the match ...Timothy Edward Vortex!
BETHEA: I still swear I’ve met him before.
STRACHON: Even if he could travel in time... and I’m not saying he can... I’m sure he could go to more eventful places than one of your book clubs.
BETHEA: Well, folks, stay tuned... the Universal Champion is in action next.
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Mar 31, 2011 3:37:13 GMT
BETHEA: Welcome back to Live-Wire. Still to come tonight... after a dispute in Blizzard last week, two FWF legends clash as The Fizz takes on “Captain” Joe Stall.
STRACHON: And two FWF champions will face off as Marcus Brody Junior hopes to get revenge for last week when he battles the World Champion, Christian Lee.
BETHEA: But first...
CHARLES: The following match scheduled is for one fall! Introducing first...
Orange and aqua blue spotlights aimlessly search the arena until "Composure" by August Burns Red hits the P.A. system. The lighting flickers simultaneously with the drum beat to the intro as Camisado jumps from behind the curtains of the entrance. He slowly walks down the entrance ramp towards the ring. [/color]
CHARLES: ...from Louisville, Kentucky ...weighing in at 209 pounds ...Camisado!
The light fades and The Pursuit of Vikings starts. As Oswald appears on the stage the light comes back on and smoke starts to cover the stage. Oswald holds his axe up high and roars. He then places the axe in its sheath on his back. As he walks towards the ring, he drinks mjöd from an ox horn. He slowly steps into the ring, and takes his coat and helmet off after which he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and drinks some more mjöd. [/color]
CHARLES: And his opponent ...hailing from Denmark ...weighing in at 140 kilograms ...he is the FWF Universal Champion ...Oswald Brodd!
The bell sounds and the two tie up in the middle of the ring. Camisado then turns the grapple into a standing armbar. Brodd tries to fight his way out of it, hitting Camisado in the stomach a few times until he loosens his hold. He then sends Camisado into the ropes. When he comes back, Brodd connects with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
STRACHON: Camisado may be fast, but the Mad Viking is just too big.
BETHEA: I wouln’t be so sure, Sam... Cam’s done fine against some of FWF’s biggest Warriors.
Brodd picks Camisado up. He lifts him up for GRAPPLE, FRONT, but Camisado lands on his feet before nailing a bulldog. As Brodd is getting up, Camisado bounces off the ropes. When he comes back, Brodd goes for the Clothesline from Valhalla, but Camisado ducks and rolls him up. ...1 ...2. Brodd kicks out.
BETHEA: The New Cancer almost stole one.
As Brodd is getting up, Camisado hooks him in a reverse facelock. He is about to hit the STPR when fire explodes from the turnbuckle. Camisado looks around confused. [/color]
BETHEA: What in the hell was that?
STRACHON: I’d like to say we’re going through some technical difficulties, but when is that ever the case?
Camisado climbs out of the ring and looks under it, but finds nothing. He climbs back into the ring and Brodd hits the Clothesline from Valhalla from out of nowhere.[/color]
BETHEA: I don’t know who caused that distraction, but it sure was affective.
Suddenly, “Poison” by Alice Cooper plays and a purple light surrounds the arena. Brodd stands in a fighting position. [/color]
STRACHON: First Camisado gets distracted, and now Brodd.
Danny T. runs out to a huge ovation. Brodd goes for the Clothesline from Valhalla, but Danny ducks, hooking Brodd’s arm to elevate himself into the cruisifix position before nailing the Dungeon DDT. [/color]
BETHEA: Dungeon DDT!
Danny then gets onto the apron. He springboards with the Dragonfly, but Brodd rolls out of the way. The two of them begin to brawl until “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses plays. Pain steps out on stage with a microphone [/color]
BETHEA: Well here comes the chairman of FWF. Let’s hope he can sort things out.
PAIN: That is it! I’ve had enough of you two going at it. Danny... I know you’re a friend of mine and I have a great deal of respect for you, but I can’t let you run around doing what you please.
STRACHON: Thank God somebody said it.
PAIN: So here’s what we’re gonna do. At FWF Genesis VIII ...it will be Oswald Brodd versus “Dragonfly” Danny T. ...for the FWF Universal Championship.
STRACHON: Whoah!
PAIN: Last Man Standing!
STRACHON: Oh my God!
BETHEA: A huge announcement by Pain.
STRACHON: I can’t wait.
BETHEA: Well, you’re gonna have to. But you don’t have to wait much longer to see two FWF legends battle it out. Don’t go anywhere.
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Mar 31, 2011 4:22:28 GMT
BETHEA: Welcome back!
STRACHON: What a night we’re having.
BETHEA: But things are far from over. Let’s take it to Phil Charles.
CHARLES: The following match scheduled is for one fall! Introducing first...
“Real American" begins to play as Red White and Blue fireworks go off. Joe Stall walks down to the ring, pointing at the cheering crowd. He steps into the ring and raises his arms in the air. He bangs his chest before he is handed a microphone from a member of ring crew. [/color]
CHARLES: ...from Long Island, New York ...weighing in at 360 pounds ...”Captain” Joe Stall!
BETHEA: There he is in all his might. And it looks like he has something to say.
STALL: Now I’m sure you all saw Blizzard. It was a match that I dominated until The Fizz entered. It seems that I underestimated her and... she eliminated me.
STRACHON: Mega lolz.
STALL: Let me take you back a few years to the early days of FWF. I was in the first Genesis event. From there on, I stayed on top and picked up the FWF World Heavyweight Championship!
STRACHON: Pfft, I’ve been UCW Champion.
BETHEA: Quiet, Sam.
STALL: I miss those days. But I’m on the hunt again. After I prove to Fizz that what happened last week was a fluke, I’ll prove to everyone backstage that I can be the biggest star in FWF.
BETHEA: I have no doubt about it.
CHARLES: Now bring out my opponent.
“Pull Harder on the Strings” by Trivium plays. Fizz fails to show and the music stops. Then, “Simply the Best” by Tina Turner hits as a pink light surrounds the arena. The crowd begin to boo. [/color]
STRACHON: What the...? I’m pretty sure that ain’t The Fizz.
“Super” Benny Starr enters. He smiles cockily as he walks down the ramp. He then leaps onto the apron before springboaring into the ring, landing on one knee where he shoots his fist into the air. He is then handed a microphone. [/color]
BENNY: Now hold on just a minute. You may be a huge star in FWF, but there is only one Superstarr and you’re looking right at him!
STRACHON: Oh my God!
BETHEA: What?
STRACHON: If you take Benny out of his name, it makes “Super” Starr.
BETHEA: You’re an idiot.
BENNY: And I too am on a title hunt. So bef...
STALL: Now you hold on. If I recall, it was me that eliminated you in Blizzard last week. Now you may be a superstar, but that’s nothing... I’m a legend!
BETHEA: That’s true. FWF Hall of Famer.
STRACHON: Yeah... but so are you...
“I am the Bullgod” by Kid Rock plays. [/color]
BETHEA: Oh my!
STRACHON: Is that...? It is!
A limousine drives into the arena. The door opens and Wild Bill Legend steps out with a huge grin on his face. With the crowd booing, he walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring before snatching the microphone from ring announcer, Phil Charles. [/color]
WBL: Legend? You’re a legend? Well, I’ve got news for you, legend ... I AM Legend!
STRACHON: Because it’s his name.
BETHEA: Yes, I get it.
WBL: You come out here talking about main eventing Genesis. Big deal... been there, done that and unlike you, no little girl eliminated me from the Blizzard match.
STRACHON: Fo’ shizzle.
BENNY: Y’see it’s not about who used to be the best, Joe. It’s about who the best is now. And let’s face it... we are Better Than Sex.
STRACHON: Because...
BETHEA: Enough!
Joe begins squaring up to WBL. At this point, Benny nails him with the Super Strike, forcing him to stumble back. WBL bounces off the ropes. He comes back and connects with the Stampede Clothesline. [/color]
BETHEA: No!
STRACHON: Wild Bill Legend and “Super” Benny Starr have joined forces!
The two Warriors begin stomping away at the Captain. Suddenly, Marcus Thomas Brody and James Stall run down the ramp with their titles. They get into the ring as WBL and Benny flee. [/color]
BETHEA: The FWF Elite Tag Team champions have made the save.
STRACHON: I can’t believe it!
Benny and WBL walk backwards up the ramp, pointing to their stomachs as James and Marcus tend to Joe. They then stand and raise their titles in the air as the scene fades out to a commercial break. [/color]
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Mar 31, 2011 5:13:23 GMT
BETHEA: And we’re back. You’re just in time...
STRACHON: ...for our MAAAAAAAAAAAIN EVENT!
CHARLES: The following match scheduled is for one fall! Currently in the ring accompanied by James Stall ...from Manchester, England ...weighing in at 230 pounds ...he is one half of the FWF Elite Tag Team Champions ...Marcus Thomas Brody!
As the music breaks out golden pyro explodes and drips down from the tittontron creating a shower of gold and yellow as Christian Lee walks out at the top of the ramp with his arms out to sides spinning around as if in aura of himself, wearing sharp expensive platinum shades and a silk golden T-Shirt as he makes his way down the red carpet that is the ramp down to the ring. As he walks down the ramp silver and gold pyro set off all along either side of him as he struts his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope to the ring. [/color]
CHARLES: And his opponent ...now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada ...weighing in at 274 pounds ...he is the FWF World Champion ...Christian Lee!
The bell sounds and straight away Christian takes MTB down with a big fist to the head. He picks him up and nails him with a snap suplex. Christian bounces off the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a knee drop.
BETHEA: The World Champion isn’t giving Brody a chance.
As MTB is getting up, Christian bounces off the ropes. He comes back with a clothesline, but MTB ducks. From behind, MTB nails a butterfly suplex. MTB then quickly heads to the top rope as his opponent stands. He leaps off, hitting Christian with a flying shoulder tackle. The crowd begin to cheer.
STRACHON: He got a chance there.
BETHEA: Who d’ya think’s gonna win, Sam.
STRACHON: I feel I should say Brody... otherwise Pain’ll bitch again...
Christian crawls into the corner. MTB walks over, but Christian hits a drop toe hold, tripping MTB head first into the middle turnbuckle. He then grabs him from behind and lifts him up before executing the backbreaker. He goes for the cover. ...1 ...2. MTB kicks out.
STRACHON: And the Human Suplex Machine...’s son kicks out.
Christian waits for MTB to get up. In doing so, he runs at him with a clothesline, but MTB ducks. He then quickly hits a back suplex before covering. ...1 ...2. Christian kicks out. Both men get up and MTB Irish-whips Christian, but Christian counters and sends MTB into the corner. He then runs at him with a high knee, but MTB moves out of the way and Christian hits the turnbuckle. He stumbles out.
BETHEA: Here we go!
MTB kicks Lee in the stomach and hooks his head before hitting a supex. As Lee is getting up, MTB executes a German Suplex. He gets up and again and Predator hooks his head and his leg. He then nails the Fisherman Suplex. Suddenly, WBL and Benny run down the ramp. [/color]
BETHEA: No! Brody had this!
WBL gets in the ring and goes for the Stampede Clothesline, but MTB ducks and hooks him in the Preysnatcher before hitting the Su-Prey. Benny goes for the Super Strike on James, but James ducks before connecting with the Shining Wizard. [/color]
STRACHON: There’s too many people!
Christian low blows MTB and the bell sounds. He grabs his belt as James gets into the ring before nailing him across the head with it. [/color]
CHARLES: The winner of the match as a result of a disqualification ...Marcus Thomas Brody!
Christian begins systematically stomping the tag team. Then, “The” Ross Walker comes running down the ramp. He gets into the ring, but Christian hits him over the head with his belt. [/color]
BETHEA: This is beyond ridiculous.
Christian picks Ross up. He then hits him with the Glamour Slam before repeatedly hitting him in the head with his belt. Blood runs down from his face and eventually, Christian stops. He then raises his blood stained belt in the air as the crowd boo. [/color]
STRACHON: He’s lost it, Beast. The World Champion has gone mad!
EMT’s rush down to the ring with a stretcher to assist Ross. Then, “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses hits. Pain makes his way out looking angry. [/color]
PAIN: Stop it! Stop it right now! Okay, so you’ve made it clear that you don’t want anything to do with Ross Walker... and by the looks of things... you’ve got your way. So, I’m going to let you pick your opponent.
STRACHON: What!? Why!?
PAIN: Well, not exactly... but you will be the Special Guest Referee in a match to decide the new number one contender next week. There will be six Warriors in line to face you at Genesis... all they have to do is survive... THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER!
STRACHON: WHAT!
BETHEA: Oh my God!
STRACHON: I can’t believe it!
BETHEA: You better believe it, Sam. We’re out of time tonight, but tune in next week... you definitely don’t wanna miss this. Goodnight!
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