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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 14, 2011 5:46:14 GMT
Green fireworks begin to erupt from the turnbuckle. They then shoot down the ramp until there is a green explosion above the ring. “Edge of Glory” by Lady GaGa blares throughout the arena as the camera makes its way to the commentary booth. BETHEA: Ladies and gentlemen, we are live from Boston, Massachusetts. Welcome to FWF Jealousy Eight! STRACHON: What an absolutely amazing show we have for you tonight. Hello, all, I’m Sam Strachon. BETHEA: And I’m Ernest Bethea. Over the past two weeks on Live-Wire, sixteen Warriors have battled it out to become eight. STRACHON: Tonight, those eight become one in three rounds of gruelling battles. BETHEA: The winner will not only have the honour of winning the tournament, but they will receive the Golden Ticket; a shot at any title... at any event. STRACHON: The FWF World Championship will be on the line as “Captain” Joe Stall defends against... against... Mark Briggs. BETHEA: That’s right. The first Board member will challenge CJS in a Board Rules match. STRACHON: We also have a very interesting match-up in the Lost Heroes League. BETHEA: The FWF Elite Tag Team Champions were eliminated from the first round of Jealousy and they blame each other for it. STRACHON: Lost Heroes Commissioner The Predator made a special appearance last week on Live-Wire to announce the match: James Stall versus MTB. CHARLES: The following round two Jealousy tournament Hardcore Match is scheduled to one fall. Introducing first... A hot pink light surrounds the arena as Chesney Hawkes’ "I am the One and Only" begins to play. Mark Briggs enters, clapping. He then gestures towards the entrance as Jack Cool enters. The two begin to stroll down the ramp with the crowd booing. Cool leaps up onto the apron and grabs onto the top rope, using it to springboard himself into the ring where he lands on one knee before shooting his fist into the air. CHARLES: ...accompanied to the ring by Mark Briggs ...from Hollywood; the Capital of the World ...weighing in at 249 pounds ...”Ultra” Jack Cool! “Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi hits the arena as the crowd cheer. Marcus Brody walks out and absorbs the reception. He jogs to the ring, slapping fans' hands on the way down before rolling in under the bottom rope and raising his arms to the cheering crowd. CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Ashton, England ...weighing in at 250 pounds ...he is the FWF Universal Champion ...the Human Suplex Machine ...Marcus Brody! The bell sounds. The two go to lock up, but Cool knees Brody in the stomach. He then begins to repeatedly attack him with stiff forearms to the back until Brody falls on the mat. Cool then rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. STRACHON: Well that didn’t take long. Brody begins to get up as Cool gets back into the ring. He charges at Brody and swings the chair, but Brody catches Cool in a reverse waistlock. He then throws Cool over with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. BETHEA: Living up to his name. STRACHON: Living up to your repetitive take on commentary. As Cool is getting up, Brody grabs him from behind. He then nails a Back Suplex and goes for the cover. ...1 ...2. Cool kicks out and immediately rolls out of the ring. BETHEA: You can’t forget the ongoing war that these two are part of. STRACHON: And I don’t think Jack can forget his bitter loss to Brody at War Zone VII earlier this year. Brody gets out of the ring and follows Cool, who begins to flee. When Brody comes round the corner, Cool cuts him off with a European Uppercut. He then grabs Brody by the head and bangs it against the ring apron. Cool rolls Brody onto the announcers’ table. STRACHON: It’s gonna be a long night. Please don’t take away my footrest so early on. Cool picks Brody up and places his head between his legs. He then lifts him up for the Knite Driver. Brody counters with a Big Back Body Drop, throwing Cool to the floor below. Cool immediately gets up, screaming in pain. BETHEA: The One and Only couldn’t put down this UCW legend. Cool turns around and Brody jumps off the table with a Double-Axehandle. Cool staggers around before falling onto the apron where he rolls himself in. Brody gets into the ring, but Briggs gets onto the apron and grabs hold of Brody’s arm. BETHEA: Look at that weasel! Cool then swings the chair from earlier, hitting Brody in the head. With Brody on the mat, Cool grabs hold of his legs. STRACHON: Time to go Down Town to Tinsel Town! Cool begins to lock in the D4T, but Brody counters, kicking Cool off into Mark Briggs to know him off the apron. Cool looks shocked. All of a sudden, Brody grabs Cool from behind and nails the Brody-Plex. He goes for the cover. ...1 ...2 ...3. The bell sounds. STRACHON: Haha! CHARLES: The winner of the match ...and advancing into the next round ...Marcus Brody! BETHEA: The Human Suplex Machine is through to the semi-finals. STRACHON: I can’t believe it. BETHEA: What a way to kick things off. STRACHON: I can’t believe we’ve only just started. BETHEA: Ladies and gentlemen, so much more... when we return!
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 14, 2011 6:13:24 GMT
Coming back from the commercial break, the titantron screen shows a picture of James Bohne. A message then flashes reading “FWF Hall of Fame 2012”.
STRACHON: Has he got your vote, Beast?
BETHEA: Like hell he has.
STRACHON: Why not?
BETHEA: Are you forgetting what that man put me through a few years ago? Our big matches? Me coming out of retirement.
STRACHON: Pfft, haven’t you got over that yet?
BETHEA: Some wounds don’t heal, Sam. I wonder who started the campaign in the first place.
STRACHON: Probably James Bohne.
BETHEA: Anyway, we’re back, folks.
CHARLES: The following round two Jealousy tournament Hardcore match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The lights dim, and a single white spotlight shines on the entrance way as Four Year Strong's "Enemy Of The World" kicks into life. As the first line is sung, an array of fireworks are set off and "The" Ross Walker walks out. He raises his arms to a huge reaction from the fans, before withdrawing them to form an "X" shape below his chin. He stares at the ring for a moment before walking down towards it, ignoring the fans, fully focused on the match ahead.
CHARLES: ...from Newcastle, England ...weighing in at 235 pounds ...”The” Ross Walker!
Ritalin makes a hasty entrance on stage and looks back and forth at the crowd. He stops in the center and keeps looking back and forth, than taps his right wrist with two fingers from his left hand twice than puts his left hand in the air and spins it around while screaming “Time to take your Meds“. Than with a huge smile he jogs down the ramp toward the ring saying things to pump everyone who can hear up. He then slides under the bottom rope jumps to his feet and screams. After that he rushes to a corner jumps up on the middle rope and starts fist pumping and the crowd joins him. After doing so he jumps down and waits for the match to begin.
CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Cornwall, New York ...weighing in at 185 pounds ...Ritalin!
STRACHON: Boo... hiss...
The bell sounds and the two lock up. Ross immediately pushes Ritalin into the corner. Once there, he hits him with an open hand chop. Ross Irish-whips Ritalin into the opposite corner.
STRACHON: Ross Walker is the odds on favourite to win Jealousy.
BETHEA: He won it last year. Could he be the first Warrior to win it two years in a row?
Ritalin stumbles out of the corner and Ross quickly takes him over with an Arm Drag. Keeping hold, he attempts to lock in the Anaconda Vice, but Ritalin rolls out of it. As Ross is getting up, Ritalin plants his head into the mat with a Bulldog.
STRACHON: Eww...
Ritalin goes for the cover. ...1. Ross kicks out. Ritalin then gets out of the ring. He lifts up the apron and pulls out a table before sliding it back into the ring. He gets in himself, but Ross quickly hooks his head before taking him over with a Snap Suplex.
STRACHON: I think the drugs have disorientated Ritalin.
Ross grabs the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Ritalin looks at him. He then grabs Ross’ shorts and pulls them down.
BETHEA: Oh my!
STRACHON: I bet Linda Myles is loving this.
As Ross stumbles around to pull his shorts up, Ritalin hooks his head and nails the BKO through the table. He goes for the cover. ...1 ...2 ...3. The bell sounds.
STRACHON: No!
CHARLES: The winner of the match ...and advancing to the next round ...Ritalin!
STRACHON: No!
BETHEA: Ross Walker has been eliminated!
STRACHON: No!
BETHEA: And Ritalin is going through to the semi-finals.
STRACHON: Double no!
BETHEA: So, we now know that later on tonight, Ritalin will be going up against the Universal Champion, Marcus Brody Snr.
STRACHON: Well, we’re gonna take a little break from the tournament now to put on a pointless match that nobody cares about.
BETHEA: Sam...
STRACHON: Oh, right. We’ll be right back with some amazing action that you do not want to miss.
BETHEA: See you on the other side.
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 14, 2011 6:49:41 GMT
BETHEA: Welcome back to Jealousy.
STRACHON: Well, two weeks ago on Live-Wire, Tim E. Vortex was giving an interview to Linda Myles.
BETHEA: It was then that someone tried to take a shot at our resident time traveller.
STRACHON: For God’s sake, Beast... TIME TRAVEL IS NOT POSSIBLE!
BETHEA: Let’s take a look at what went down.
BETHEA: The rumours surrounding this are that Roman Mason was hired to take Timothy out.
STRACHON: Rumous, Beast. That’s all they are. Haven’t you ever heard the expression “innocent until proven guilty”?
BETHEA: Well, they may be just rumours, but FWF Chairman Pain sanctioned this match.
CHARLES: The following match scheduled is for one fall! Introducing first...
“Made” begins to play. Mason makes his way out on stage and the crowd begin to boo. He then walks down the ramp and gets into the ring. [/color]
CHARLES: ...from Chicago, Illinois ...weighing in at 210 pounds ...”Made” Roman Mason!
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.
CHARLES: And his opponent ...from the space-time vortex ...weighing in at 252 pounds ...Timothy Edward Vortex!
The bell sounds and straight away Mason takes Vortex down with a Shuffle Sidekick. He picks him up and nails him with a Snap Suplex. Mason bounces off the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with an Elbow Drop. [/color]
BETHEA: Well, Roman Mason is in control early on in this match.
As Vortex is getting up, Mason bounces off the ropes. He comes back with a clothesline, but Vortex ducks and lifts Mason before dropping him with a Flapjack. Vortex then quickly heads to the top rope as his opponent stands. He leaps off, hitting Mason with a Double Axe-Handle. The crowd begin to cheer. [/color]
BETHEA: Slowly, but surely, the crowd are really starting to get behind Vortex.
STRACHON: Why? He hasn’t done anything yet.
BETHEA: He’s currently joint top of the Lost Heroes league.
STRACHON: Yeah, but he hasn’t had much in the way of competition...
Vortex picks Mason up and sends him into the corner. He charges at him, but Mason moves out of the way and Vortex hits the turnbuckle. Mason then executes a Back Suplex and goes straight into the cover. ...1 ...2. Vortex gets his shoulder up. [/color]
BETHEA: Not quite.
Mason picks Vortex up and hits him with another Snap Suplex before covering. ...1 ...2. Vortex kicks out. Mason picks him up, but Vortex begins to fight back, hitting Mason in the gut. He hits him in the chest before delivering a forearm smash to his face. Mason retaliates with a right hand. Vortex returns it. Mason goes for another right hand, but Vortex ducks. [/color]
BETHEA: Here we go.
Vortex knocks Mason down with a headbutt. Mason gets up, only to be hit with another headlock. He gets up again and Vortex bounces off the ropes. He comes back connecting with a Big Boot. Vortex raises his arms and the crowd begin to cheer. Mason slowly gets to his feet and Vortex grabs him from behind. He then nails the Time Warp. He goes for the cover. ...1 ...2 ...3.
CHARLES: The winner of the match ...Timothy Edward Vortex!
BETHEA: And Tim E. Vortex wraps up another win.
STRACHON: Roman MADE his bed... and now he’s gotta lie in it.
BETHEA: How many times have you told me not to make puns?
STRACHON: 359.
BETHEA: I’m being reminded of the pot calling the kettle black.
STRACHON: There’s no need for racism, Beast. This is a family show.
BETHEA: Coming up after the break, we’ll get back to the Jealousy tournament. Don’t go anywhere.
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 14, 2011 7:35:11 GMT
BETHEA: And we’re back.
STRACHON: Time to get on with the tournament.
CHARLES: The following round two Jealousy tournament Hardcore match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
“I Stand Alone” by Godsmack begins to play. FACE enters the arena. She walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few fans as she goes before climbing into the ring. [/color]
CHARLES: ...from Richmond, Surrey, England ...she is a member of the FWF Hall of Fame ...The Fizz!
"The Hatred" blares through the PA system and the song is instantly met with jeers from the crowd. Dagger Dave comes out much to the distate of the FWF fans. He shows them no attention as he extends his arms to his full wingspan, allowing red pyrotechnics to shower him from above. Dave walks down the ramp, listening to the crowd insult him, but not showing a care in the world. He slides underneath the ropes and pushes himself up to his feet.
CHARLES: And her opponent ...from San Diego, California ...weighing in at 233 pounds ...Dagger Dave!
The bell sounds and Dave immediately hits Fizz with a Superkick. He then gets out of the ring and looks under the apron before pulling out a trash can, which he tosses back into the ring.
BETHEA: This guy is relentless.
STRACHON: Love it.
Dave climbs into the ring and sets the trash can up into the corner, pushing it between the top and middle turnbuckles as Fizz gets up. Dave turns around and Fizz begins to fight back, hitting him with repeated forearm strikes, forcing the crowd to cheer.
STRACHON: Now who’s relentless.
Dave stumbles back. He turns around and Fizz jumps up with the Fizz Pop, but Dave resists it, pushing Fizz forward head first into the steel trash can. She stumbles out and Dave kicks her in the stomach.
STRACHON: Hold on tight, Fizz... you’re in for a bumpy ride.
Dave then executes the Backstabbed. With the crowd booing, Dave goes for the cover. ...1 ...2 ...3. The bell sounds.
CHARLES: The winner of the match ...and advancing into the next round ...Dagger Dave!
STRACHON: We could see this newcomer challenging for the World title very soon.
Dave snatches the microphone from ring announcer, Phil Charles. He then waits for the booing to stop before speaking.
DAGGER: Is this the best you have to offer?
STRACHON: We’re sorry, Dave. We’ve just...
BETHEA: Shut up, Sam.
DAGGER: I mean, honestly... in my debut match, I beat Top Dog and Chuft Guy. Those guys were supposed to be UCW legends, but they got destroyed by me!
STRACHON: UC-Dub!
DAGGER: And now who am I put up against? How in the hell did this little girl get put into the Hall of Fame.
BETHEA: I’ll tell you how... by hard work and dedication.
DAGGER: I have to tell you... all these so-called legends are pitiful. If these guys are the ones to look up to in this pathetic excuse for a company, then it’s only a matter of time before I’m put in the Hall of Fame.
STRACHON: Eh, he’s got more chance than James Bohne.
DAGGER: So come on, FWF, throw some more of your “legends” at me ‘cause they will soon learn that I am the baddest mother fucker in the arena!
Dave drops the microphone and the crowd begin to boo. He then climbs out of the ring and makes his way backstage.
BETHEA: Well, folks, Dave is going to the semi-finals.
STRACHON: But who will he be facing? Like I need to ask. It’s hardly going to be Prozac.
BETHEA: It may very well be, Sam.
STRACHON: I will bet you 1000 of your American dollars that Benny Starr advances.
BETHEA: You’re on. Ladies and gentlemen, tune in after the break to see me win $1000.
STRACHON: Pfft...
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 14, 2011 23:40:57 GMT
BETHEA: Welcome back to Jealousy.
STRACHON: We are about to end the second round of the Jealousy tournament.
BETHEA: There’s only one more space left in the semi-finals.
STRACHON: But there’s lots of space in my wallet for your money, Beast. Get ready to pay up.
BETHEA: Over to Phil Charles for the announcements.
CHARLES: The following round two Jealousy tournament Hardcore match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
A hot pink light surrounds the arena as "Simply the Best" begins to play. Benny Starr enters and the crowd begin to boo. He walks down the ramp, smiling heavily before leaping onto the apron. He grabs the top rope and springboards into the ring, landing on one knee before shooting his fist into the air.
CHARLES: ...from Hollywood; the Capital of the World ...weighing in at 252 pounds ...”Super” Benny Starr!
Prozac makes a hasty entrance on stage beating his chest. He stops in the center of the stage and takes in the moment looking around the arena at the screaming fans. With a big smile on his face he taps his right wrist with two fingers from his left hand twice than puts his left hand in the air and spins it around while screaming “Time to take your Meds“. Than with a huge smile he walks down the ramp toward the ring slapping hands with the fans and saying things to pump everyone who can hear up. He then slides under the bottom rope jumps to his feet. After that he rushes to a corner and climbs up on the middle rope and starts fist pumping and the crowd joins him. After doing so he jumps down and waits for the match to begin.
CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Cornwall, New York ...weighing in at 215 pounds ...Prozac!
The bell sounds and the two lock up. Benny takes Prozac over with a hiptoss. Prozac gets up and the two lock up again. This time, Benny nails a Bodyslam. Benny then shoots his fist into the air and the crowd begin to boo.
STRACHON: He puts the “body” in “bodyslam”.
Benny picks Prozac up and hits him with a forearm smash. He then Irish-whips him. Benny goes for the Super Strike, but Prozac ducks. Coming back off the ropes, Prozac connects with a running flying forearm.
BETHEA: And remember, the Super Strike is legal in this match.
STRACHON: And soon as he hits it, this match is over.
While Benny is lying on their back, Prozac starts off near their head. He taunts by putting his hands on his hips, standing up straight with his head tilted back slightly like a hero pose. He then runs past Benny’s legs, rebounds off the ropes, does a funny looking robot strut dance then falls forwards dropping forearm on Benny’s face.
BETHEA: Prozac’s Increasing the Dosage.
Benny rolls out of the ring. Prozac follows, but Benny gets under it.
BETHEA: Where the hell is he going?
STRACHON: I dunno, but he better be careful. It’s like Narnia under there.
As Prozac is looking under the apron, Benny emerges from the opposite side with a steel chair and begins to sneak around the ring. Prozac turns around and Benny swings the chair, but Prozac ducks. He then kicks Benny in the stomach, forcing him to drop the metal seat. He hooks Benny’s head and nails the PDDT onto the chair.
STRACHON: No!
BETHEA: Benny tried to outsmart Prozac, but the outsmartee became the outsmarter.
STRACHON: What the...? That doesn’t make sense.
Prozac picks Benny up and rolls him into the ring before climbing in himself. Benny gets up dazed and begins swinging his fist randomly trying to hit his opponent, but to no avail.
STRACHON: This isn’t fair!
Prozac picks Benny up into the fireman’s carry position. He then nails the Depressant before going for the cover. ...1 ...2 ...3. The bell sounds.
CHARLES: The winner of the match ...and advancing into the next round ...Prozac!
STRACHON: No!
BETHEA: Better than Sex are out of Jealousy! I’ll take a cheque, Sam.
STRACHON: I can’t believe it.
BETHEA: We could see an all Meds final!
STRACHON: I swear to God, if that happens, I will retire.
BETHEA: Well, folks, we still have lots more to come tonight. Prozac will now be taking on Dagger Dave. We also have Marcus Brody Snr. Going up against Ritalin.
STRACHON: The Elite Tag Team champions will divide as they face off against each other.
BETHEA: And coming up after the break, the World Championship will be on the line as Mark Briggs challenges Joe Stall in a Board Rules match. Join us after the break.
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 15, 2011 1:28:54 GMT
BETHEA: Welcome back to Jealousy. What a night it has been so far.
STRACHON: But we’re not even halfway through yet.
BETHEA: For the past couple of months, the body known as The Board have constantly been overruling Chairman Pain’s decisions.
STRACHON: Last week on Live-Wire, former Director of Authority Mark Briggs announced himself as the first of five members of the Board.
BETHEA: And he put himself in a match against Pain’s father in law, Joe Stall. Can you imagine if the Board walked out with the World title?
STRACHON: It could happen...
CHARLES: The following is the Board Rules Match and is for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation World Championship! Introducing first...
“Satisfaction” begins to play. Benny Starr and Jack Cool make their way out to a booing audience. After a moment, Mark Briggs enters wearing pink shorts and a white vest. The three of them then make their way down the ramp and Briggs climbs into the ring.
CHARLES: ...accompanied by Better than Sex ...from Wolverhampton, England ...weighing in at 176 pounds ...representing the Board ...the Briggstastic Briggsonator ...Mark Briggs!
“American Made” 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 and waits.
CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Long Island, New York ...weighing in at 360 pounds ...he is the FWF World Champion ...”Captain” Joe Stall!
STRACHON: So, erm... what are the rules?
The bell sounds and Briggs stares up at the giant in front of him. The two men lock up and Joe immediately tosses Briggs to the mat. Cool whispers into ring announcer Phil Charles’ ear.
CHARLES: According to Board Rules, the Champion must have one arm tied behind his back at all times.
BETHEA: What!? That’s just ridiculous.
STRACHON: Don’t argue with the Board, Beast.
The referee is handed some rope. Joe shakes his head in disbelief as his arm is tied behind his back. The two circle the ring again. They lock up and Briggs tries to push Joe back, but to no avail. With one hand, Joe tosses Briggs into the corner.
BETHEA: It doesn’t look like things are going to well.
Briggs charges at Joe and begins to frantically slap him across the chest. He then bounces off the ropes, but when he returns, Joe cuts him off with a Big Boot.
STRACHON: In the face!
Benny and Cool climb into the ring and deliver a range of blows to Joe’s back. They then lift him up and drop him with a Double Back Suplex. Briggs immediately goes for the cover. ...1 ...2. Joe kicks out. He begins to get up, but Briggs hooks his head. He then nails a DDT.
BETHEA: DDT from the Briggstastic Briggsonator.
STRACHON: Please don’t call him that.
He goes for the cover again as Benny and Cool roll out of the ring. ...1 ...2. Joe kicks out again. He gets up to his knees, at which point Briggs hits him with a right hand. He then begins to unload a range of rights and lefts.
STRACHON: And the Captain is being humiliated.
Briggs goes for another punch, but Joe blocks it. He then hits Briggs with a right hand, knocking him down before Joe stands up. Benny and Cool climb up onto the apron, but Joe bounces off the ropes to knock them both down. Briggs runs at Joe, but Joe takes him over with a Hiptoss.
BETHEA: Good Ol’ CJS is doing all he can.
Joe raises his arm in the air and the crowd cheer. Benny then whispers into Charles’ ear.
BETHEA: Looks like he’s going for the Chokeslam!
CHARLES: According to Board Rules, the Chokeslam is illegal!
STRACHON: I don’t think he is, Beast.
BETHEA: Aw, come on! Joe doesn’t stand a chance with BTS at ringside.
Joe lowers his arm. Instead, he walks over to Briggs to lift him up, but Briggs hits him with a low blow. He then signals to Benny to toss him the World title and he does so. Briggs swings the title, hitting Joe across the head with it.
STRACHON: I can only guess there are no disqualifications.
Briggs smiles. Suddenly, “Raise Your Hands” begins to play and Marcus Brody Snr. makes his way out.
BETHEA: It’s Marcus Brody... coming to help out an old friend.
Brody jogs down the ramp. Benny goes for the Super Strike, but Brody ducks and hooks him in a waistlock. He then nails the Brody Plex. As he is getting up, Cool goes for the Walk of Fame, but Brody avoids it before kicking Cool in the stomach. He then executes the Fisherman Suplex.
BETHEA: Anyone who says these guys are past it having been paying attention.
Briggs watches on in awe as Brody stands at the bottom of the ramp, staring at him. Briggs turns around and with one arm, Joe nails the Sergeant Spinebuster. He goes for the cover. ...1 ...2 ...3. The bell sounds.
CHARLES: The winner of the match ...and still FWF World Champion ...”Captain” Joe Stall!
BETHEA: He did it!
STRACHON: Tom Briggs’ idiot son failed to take the title to the Board.
BETHEA: And Good Ol’ CJS remains the top guy in FWF.
STRACHON: The Old Direction, lolz.
BETHEA: Well, folks. Marcus Brody will be in action right after this break.
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 15, 2011 5:23:11 GMT
BETHEA: Welcome back to Jealousy. We’re not gonna waste any time getting to our next match.
CHARLES: The following round three Jealousy tournament match is a Submission Match. Currently in the ring ...from Ashton, England ...weighing in at 250 pounds ...the FWF Universal Champion ...Marcus Brody!
Ritalin makes a hasty entrance on stage and looks back and forth at the crowd. He stops in the center and keeps looking back and forth, than taps his right wrist with two fingers from his left hand twice than puts his left hand in the air and spins it around while screaming “Time to take your Meds“. Than with a huge smile he jogs down the ramp toward the ring saying things to pump everyone who can hear up. He then slides under the bottom rope jumps to his feet and screams.
CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Cornwall, New York ...weighing in at 185 pounds ...Ritalin!
The bell sounds and the two lock up. Brody immediately takes Ritalin into a hammerlock. Ritalin manages to drop to the floor and crawl backwards under Brody’s legs. He then grabs Brody’s arm and takes him to the mat with an Armbar, but Brody rolls his way out of it.
STRACHON: It’ll take more than that to beat Brody. Brody is one of the best technical wrestlers around.
BETHEA: But you have to remember his age, Sam. Is there still room for him in this era?
Ritalin runs at Brody, but Brody catches him in a reverse waistlock before lifting him up with a Bearhug. Ritalin refuses to tap. Brody throws Ritalin over with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, but Ritalin lands on his feet.
STRACHON: How in the hell did he do that?
Ritalin’s momentum takes him into the ropes. Brody turns around and Ritalin hooks his head before jumping into the air and spinning, and then driving Brody’s head into the mat with a Tornado DDT.
BETHEA: Excellent move by the former Television Champion.
Brody slowly gets to his feet. Ritalin goes for a right hand, but Brody ducks and hooks Ritalin. He then executes a T-Bone Suplex.
BETHEA: To hell with you, Sam, I’m saying it. That’s why they call him the Human Suplex Machine.
As Ritalin is getting up, Brody gets him into the sleeper hold. Ritalin frantically reaches for the ropes, but can’t make it. Instead, he forces himself back, ramming Brody into the corner.
STRACHON: Meh...
Ritalin tries to Irish-whip Brody, but Brody counters and sends Ritalin into the opposite corner; however, Ritalin jumps up onto the turnbuckle. He quickly leaps off with the Whisper of the Great Bert, but Brody moves out of the way and Ritalin hits the mat.
BETHEA: Back and forth action here at Jealousy
STRACHON: But Brody has the opening now. Can he capitalise?
As Ritalin is getting up, Brody grabs him from behind. He nails a German Suplex, but keeps hold. He pulls Ritalin back to his feet where he executes another German Suplex. Keeping hold, he picks Ritalin up once more. This time, Ritalin begins to elbow Brody in the side of the head, forcing him to release his hold.
BETHEA: Couldn’t get the triple.
Ritalin quickly jumps up with the BKO, but Brody pushes him into the corner. Ritalin stumbles out and Brody grabs him from behind before hitting a third German Suplex. He keeps hold, applying a stern waistlock. Ritalin taps out and the bell sounds.
CHARLES: The winner of the match and advancing into the next round ...Marcus Brody!
BETHEA: What a match
STRACHON: And Mr. Brody will be going to the final.
BETHEA: It was a valiant effort from Ritalin, but...
STRACHON: Please. If he wasn’t so drugged up, then maybe he’d stand a chance.
BETHEA: Will you drop it? If he had managed to hit the BKO, then I can guarantee he’d be advancing.
STRACHON: Whatever.
The titantron screen then shows Pain sat at his desk in his office. The crowd cheer as the camera zooms into him.
PAIN: Hello, all. I hope you’re having a great time tonight.
STRACHON: It’s okay, I guess.
PAIN: Now, this year, I’ve promised that this will be the most gruelling Jealousy of our time. Our Warriors have had to survive the Hardcore Match and a Submission match to earn their place in the final.
BETHEA: I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it to the final.
PAIN: But it’s not over there. I said people are going to have to work extra hard if they wanna win, which is why the final match will be an Iron Man Match!
BETHEA: Oh my!
STRACHON: What an announcement.
BETHEA: Ladies and gentlemen, we now know one half of the final.
STRACHON: Marcus Brody will be competing for the chance to win the golden ticket.
BETHEA: And you just heard it... it will be an Iron Man match.
STRACHON: But who will he be facing?
BETHEA: Will it be Dagger Dave or Prozac. Stay right there as when we return, we will conclude the semi-finals.
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 16, 2011 4:28:16 GMT
Coming back from the commercial break, the scene cuts backstage to see Matthew “The Raven” Knox lying unconscious in the locker room. It then quickly switches back into the arena.
STRACHON: What the hell was that all about?
BETHEA: It looks like someone’s attacked The Raven.
STRACHON: ‘Bout time.
BETHEA: Well, folks, we’ll try to get an update on that, but in the meantime, it’s time to see who will be going to the final.
CHARLES: The following round three Jealousy tournament match is a Submission Match. Introducing first...
"The Hatred" blares through the PA system and the song is instantly met with jeers from the crowd. Dagger Dave comes out much to the distaste of the FWF fans. He shows them no attention as he extends his arms to his full wingspan, allowing red pyrotechnics to shower him from above.
BETHEA: Earlier tonight, Dave claimed to be better than all of FWF’s legends.
STRACHON: Let’s be honest, Beast... he’s done a good job of proving it. Top Dog, Chuft Guy, Fizz... he’s beaten them all.
Dave walks down the ramp, listening to the crowd insult him, but not showing a care in the world. He slides underneath the ropes and pushes himself up to his feet. He walks to the closest turnbuckle and holds his arms out much like he did previously, only this time to be showered with boos. He turns around and sits on the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.
CHARLES: ...from San Diego, California ...weighing in at 233 pounds ...Dagger Dave!
Prozac makes a hasty entrance on stage beating his chest. He stops in the center of the stage and takes in the moment looking around the arena at the screaming fans. With a big smile on his face he taps his right wrist with two fingers from his left hand twice than puts his left hand in the air and spins it around while screaming “Time to take your Meds“. Than with a huge smile he walks down the ramp toward the ring slapping hands with the fans and saying things to pump everyone who can hear up. He then slides under the bottom rope jumps to his feet. After that he rushes to a corner and climbs up on the middle rope and starts fist pumping and the crowd joins him. After doing so he jumps down and waits for the match to begin.
CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Cornwall, New York ...weighing in at 215 pounds ...Prozac!
The bell sounds and the two men lock up. Prozac overpowers Dave into the corner and the referee begins to count. ...1 ...2 ...3 ...4. Prozac lets go. The two circle the ring before locking up again. This time, Dave overpowers Prozac into the corner and once more, the referee starts the count. ...1 ...2 ...3 ...4. Dave seems like he’s breaking the hold, but instead, he hits Prozac with a right hand. [/color]
BETHEA: That guy has no respect.
STRACHON: Yeah, but he gets the job done.
With Prozac on the floor, Dave slowly bounces off the ropes. He comes back with a knee drop, but Prozac moves out of the way and gets to his feet. As Dave is getting up, Prozac bounces off the ropes and comes back with a single leg Dropkick. Dave gets up and Prozac grabs him before hitting a Snapmare. [/color]
BETHEA: Nice Snapmare by the former Heavyweight World Champion.
Prozac then soccer kicks Dave in the back. He moves around the front for a soccer kick to the chest, but Dave catches his leg. Dave then trips Prozac and attempts to apply the Sharpshooter, but Prozac kicks him off.
BETHEA: Remember this is a submission match. Dave trying to get a hold on Prozac, but the Meds member was having none of it.
Both men get up. Dave goes for a right hand, but Prozac ducks and locks in a full nelson. Dave reaches out, trying to get to the ropes.
BETHEA: Prozac is not a technical wrestler. Can he make Dave tap out?
STRACHON: I doubt it.
Dave pushes Prozac back hard into the corner, forcing him to break his hold. He then Irish-whips Prozac sternum first into the opposite corner. When Prozac stumbles out, Dave nails a double knee Backbreaker. The crowd boo. Dave then locks in the Muta Lock.
BETHEA: Muta Lock applied. This could be it.
STRACHON: Come on, Prozac... tap. Save yourself further embarrassment.
Prozac begins to scream out in pain, unable to reach the ropes. He begins to drag himself further as a “Meds” chant begins, but Dave bridges back further. Prozac pulls himself further. He then manages to grip the bottom rope and Dave releases.
BETHEA: He’s still in this!
Dave begins to stamp his leg on the floor. Prozac gets up and Dave lunges at him with the Superkick, but Prozac ducks. Dave turns around and Prozac kicks him in the stomach before hooking his head. He then nails the PDDT. With the crowd cheering, Prozac signals for the Depressant.
BETHEA: Depressant coming up!
STRACHON: No! Come on, Dave. Do something.
Dave slowly gets up and Prozac raises him into the fireman’s carry. He throws Dave over with the Depressant, but Dave lands on his feet. He then hits Prozac with a low blow.
BETHEA: No! The low blow!
Prozac falls forward and Dave capitalises, immediately locking in the Bleed Out. Prozac screams and reaches out. The “Meds” chant begins again and Prozac begins to crawl over. Dave reaches back, grabbing onto the top rope for more leverage with the referee concentrating on Prozac. Prozac has no choice but to tap out and the bell sounds.
STRACHON: Yes!
CHARLES: The winner of the match ...and advancing into the final ...Dagger Dave!
BETHEA: I can’t believe it.
STRACHON: You better believe it, Beast. Dave could very well be challenging for the World title.
BETHEA: Well, folks, we now know that Dagger Dave will be facing Marcus Brody Snr. And that will be in an Iron Man match.
STRACHON: But before that, we have a Lost Heroes league match.
BETHEA: Join us after the break for more from Jealousy.
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 16, 2011 5:43:51 GMT
BETHEA: And we are back.
STRACHON: Very exciting match coming up as we decide the better half of the New Direction.
CHARLES: The following Lost Heroes league match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
As the opening riff of “Bullet With Butterfly Wings” plays James Stall slowly steps onto the entrance ramp. As the song continues to play James walks down toward the ring. When the chorus hits James takes off in a sprint and slides into the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air before jumping off and waiting for his partner.
CHARLES: ...from New York City, New York ...weighing in at 270 pounds ...he is one half of the FWF Elite Tag Team Champions ...James Stall!
Bon Jovi's "Livin' on a Prayer" starts playing and once the song kicks in, MTB comes through the curtain to mostly cheers. He energetically struts down the ramp, playing to the crowd and slapping fans' hands, and slides into the ring. Once he stands up, the song is at the guitar solo so he air guitars and at the end does a powerslide in the ring whilst silver, blue and gold sparks come out from the ring posts.
CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Manchester, England ...weighing in at 230 pounds ...he is the other half of the FWF Elite Tag Team Champions ...Marcus Thomas Brody ...MTB!
BETHEA: This could be one of the greatest contents we’ve seen in a while.
The bell sounds and the two begin to circle the ring. All of a sudden “You Know You’re Right” by Nirvana plays.
STRACHON: What the fuck?
CHARLES: Please welcome the special guest referee for this match ...the Lost Heroes Commissioner ...The Predator!
STRACHON: Oh my God!
BETHEA: What a great surprise.
Predator makes his way out to a huge ovation. He walks down the ramp with his cane and climbs up the ring steps. MTB and James sit on the middle rope, holding it open for Predator to climb in.
STRACHON: With their trainer in the ring, these two are going to be forced to show respect.
Predator signals for the start of the match and the two Warriors begin to circle the ring again. They lock up and James quickly picks MTB up before throwing him to the mat with a Bodyslam. MTB gets up and shakes it off.
STRACHON: Does this mean James is better?
BETHEA: No, it means he’s bigger. He’s got forty pounds on his partner.
They lock up again. This time, MTB spins under James’ arm, applying a hammerlock. From here, he quickly lifts James and nails a Back Suplex. James gets up and shakes it off with the crowd clapping.
BETHEA: Stalemate so far.
They grapple once more. James slowly begins to push MTB back, but MTB turns it into a wristlock. He goes to Irish-whip James, but James counters and sends MTB into the ropes. When he comes back, James goes for a clothesline, but MTB ducks.
STRACHON: Is this wrestling or tennis?
MTB goes for a right hand, but James ducks that. He then hoists MTB up onto his shoulders for an Electric Chair Drop, but MTB jumps off behind him. He then tries to lift James up for another Back Suplex, but using his legs, James trips MTB up. He grabs his foot to apply an Anklelock, but rolls his way out of it. The two then stare down in the middle of the ring.
BETHEA: Things are getting a little heated between the champions.
STRACHON: Neither man can out-wrestle the other... but there must be a winner.
Predator coughs and the two look at him before separating. They go to lock up again, but James knees MTB in the stomach. He then places MTB’s head between his own legs and raises him into the Powerbomb position. MTB begins to hit James in the head. He then reaches over to the corner and gets off James’ shoulder, climbing onto the turnbuckle.
BETHEA: Dodged a bullet there.
James turns around and MTB leaps off the top, connecting with a flying shoulder tackle. James gets up and walks over to him and MTB nails a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging into the cover. ...1 ...2. James kicks out.
BETHEA: First cover attempt of the match, but he couldn’t get the three.
MTB looks around. He then ascends the top rope again as James begins to get up. He leaps off with another shoulder tackle, but James catches MTB by the neck. He then nails a Chokeslam before cover. ...1 ...2. MTB kicks out.
STRACHON: This match is important to the New Direction for a number of reasons. They want to prove to the other that they are the better half or the tag team... they want to show The Predator who the better student is.
BETHEA: Not to mention they both want to hold the Lost Heroes Trophy.
James picks MTB up and executes an Atomic Drop. He then Irish whips him into the corner. James charges at MTB with a Stinger Splash, but MTB moves out of the way. MTB then lifts James up onto the turnbuckle, getting him into the tree-of-woe position. He pivots back and begins to do the air guitar.
BETHEA: Did somebody order the MTB Special?
MTB then powerslides into the corner, hitting James with a knee smash. James falls off the top and rolls to the outside. MTB follows and Predator begins to count. ...1 ...2 ...3. MTB approaches James, but James immediately hits him with a Spear. ...4 ...5 ...6.
BETHEA: From out of nowhere.
STRACHON: What a match this is. You just can’t predict the outcome.
James reaches into the ring to restart the count. He then picks MTB up and slams his head against the apron. MTB stumbles around in front of the announcer’s table. ...1 ...2 ...3. James follows before picking him up into the fireman’s carry. He then falls back with a Samoan Drop.
BETHEA: And for the first time in this match, one of the people are in control.
James raises his arms, laughing. ...4 ...5 ...6. He then cockily begins to pick MTB up, but MTB immediately hooks him and lifts him up, squeezing him with the MTBearhug. He then hits a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, tossing James on top of the commentary table.
STRACHON: He almost went through the bloody thing.
...7 ...8 ...9. MTB reaches into the ring to restart the count. He then climbs in. He looks down at James. He then climbs up the turnbuckle. He looks around for a moment. MTB then dives off with a Body Splash, forcing James through the table.
STRACHON: Oh my God!
BETHEA: He went through the table that time!
STRACHON: What a match!
BETHEA: But can MTB capitalise? Can he get him back into the ring?
...1 ...2 ...3. MTB slowly begins to get up, but then stumbles back against the safety rail. ...4 ...5 ...6. James starts to drag himself up to his feet, but then collapses down. MTB grabs James and picks him up. ...7 ...8 ...9. He then rolls James into the ring before climbing in himself and cover. ...1 ...2 ...James gets his shoulder up.
STRACHON: What!?
BETHEA: MTB is stunned, Predator is stunned, Detroit is stunned.
STRACHON: I’m stunned.
BETHEA: But Joe Stall’s grandson refuses to stay down.
An “FWF” chant begins and MTB begins to wind up his arm. James slowly stumbles to his feet. He turns around and MTB runs at him with the Wing Attack, but James lifts MTB up and plants him with the Sergeant Spinebuster. He covers. ...1 ...2 ...MTB kicks out.
BETHEA: And the match continues.
James picks MTB up. He Irish-whips him, but MTB thunders back, connecting with the Wing Attack. As James begins to get up, MTB locks in the Preysnatcher.
BETHEA: Preysnatcher locked in; a tribute to his mentor.
STRACHON: With James tap or will MTB hit the Su-Prey?
MTB tries to throw James over with the Su-Prey, but James hooks his left leg around MTB’s, landing on top of him as MTB goes down. Predator makes the count. ...1 ...2 ...3. The bell sounds and MTB stands up, looking angry.
CHARLES: The winner of the match ...James Stall!
BETHEA: What an incredible match.
STRACHON: And what a controversial ending.
James begins to celebrate. MTB looks angry. He turns James around and shoves him. James shoves MTB back. The two then square down.
STRACHON: Trouble in paradise?
BETHEA: Can you blame MTB? He must think it wasn’t a fair win.
The two stand with clenched fists. Predator then stands between them, shouting at the Elite Tag Team Champions. He then grabs both men’s hands and forces them to shake hands.
BETHEA: I don’t think either man wanted to shake hands.
STRACHON: If The Predator wants you to shake hands... then you’re shaking hands.
BETHEA: We are almost at an end, folks.
STRACHON: But not quite. Two Warriors have survived three gruelling rounds of the Jealousy tournament, but now there’s just one left.
BETHEA: When we come back, we will decide the winner of FWF Jealousy Eight.
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Post by Fantasy Wrestling Federation on Aug 16, 2011 7:52:50 GMT
BETHEA: Sixteen Warriors battled it over the past two weeks on Live-Wire to become eight.
STRACHON: Those eight fought in a series of Hardcore matches at the start of tonight.
BETHEA: Four advanced and were faced with Submission matches. Two of them made their opponents tap out.
STRACHON: And it is those two that made it to the final. Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time ...for our MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN EVENT!
CHARLES: The following is the final of the Jealousy tournament and is a thirty minute Iron Man Match. Introducing first...
"The Hatred" blares through the PA system and the song is instantly met with jeers from the crowd. Dagger Dave comes out much to the distaste of the FWF fans. He shows them no attention as he extends his arms to his full wingspan, allowing red pyrotechnics to shower him from above.
BETHEA: He’s beaten some great legends before, but how will he do against the former ten time UCW Champion?
Dave walks down the ramp, listening to the crowd insult him, but not showing a care in the world. He slides underneath the ropes and pushes himself up to his feet. He walks to the closest turnbuckle and holds his arms out much like he did previously, only this time to be showered with boos. He turns around and sits on the turnbuckle.
CHARLES: ...from San Diego, California ...weighing in at 233 pounds ...Dagger Dave!
"Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi hits the arena as the crowd cheer. Marcus Brody walks out and absorbs the reception. He jogs to the ring, slapping fans' hands on the way down before rolling in under the bottom rope and raising his arms to the cheering crowd.
CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Ashton, England ...weighing in at 250 pounds ...he is the FWF Universal Champion ...Marcus Brody!
The bell sounds and the two begin to circle the ring. Brody stops and outstretches his hand. Dave looks at it.
BETHEA: Ever the gentlemen, trying to get some respect out of his opponent.
Dave accepts and shakes Brody’s hand. Then, he uses it to pull Brody into him where he nails an STO. He extends his arms, causing the crowd to boo.
BETHEA: No respect.
STRACHON: Good job, Ernest... you’re starting to sound just like your typical pensioner.
Dave picks Brody up and sends him into the corner. He runs at him with a splash, but Brody moves out of the way. He then chops Dave. He chops him again and for a third time until Dave pokes Brody in the eye. He then hits a Chop Block.
BETHEA: One of these men will have an amazing opportunity. The chance to challenge for any title at any event.
As Brody is getting up, Dave grabs him from behind and executes the Russian Legsweep before covering. ...1 ...2. Brody kicks out.
STRACHON: And you’ve gotta remember... They’ve both already been in two matches tonight. They’re already worn out.
Dave picks Brody up and puts his head between his own legs. He is about to hit the Backstabbed when Brody counters with a Saito Suplex. Brody stands and removes the straps from his singlet.
STRACHON: He means business now.
Dave gets up and Brody kicks him in the stomach before hooking his head. He then hooks his leg before taking him over with a Fisherman Suplex, going straight into the cover. ...1 ...2 ...3.
BETHEA: The Human Suplex Machine has managed to pin the baddest mother fucker in the arena.
STRACHON: But it’s not over yet, Beast.
BETHEA: Pain promised it would be tough. Brody now has to refrain from getting a fall against him or he’ll be in trouble.
Brody picks Dave up and Irish-whips him into the corner. He charges at him with a Splash, but Dave moves out of the way. Brody turns around and Dave connects with the Superkick. He covers. ...1 ...2. Brody kicks out.
STRACHON: It’s gonna take more than that.
Dave mercilessly begins stomping away at Brody. He then begins to unleash a range of open punches to Brody’s head until the referee pulls him away. Brody gets up, but from behind, Dave hits a Neckbreaker.
BETHEA: And Dave stays in control.
Dave bounces off the ropes. He comes back with a knee drop before covering. ...1 ...2. Brody kicks out. Dave picks Brody up and hooks his head. He then hits a Brainbuster, but keeps hold.
BETHEA: Looks like he’s going for the Traumatiser.
Dave twists his legs for momentum to pull Brody up to his feet. He then nails a second Brainbuster. He picks Brody up again for a third, but Brody resists. He circles under Dave’s arm with a wristlock before hooking him in a waistlock. He then executes a German Suplex.
BETHEA: And the tables have turned.
Keeping hold, Brody pulls Dave up before hitting a second German Suplex. He brings Dave up again, and then executes a third and final German Suplex. Brody falls back into the corner as Dave slowly gets up. Brody quickly runs up to him and nails the Brody-Plex.
BETHEA: Whoah! Brody-Plex.
STRACHON: He may be coming up to 54 years old, but Marcus Brody Snr. has the golden ticket.
With the crowd cheering, Brody goes for the cover. ...1 ...2 ...Dave gets his foot on the ropes.
BETHEA: No!
STRACHON: He kicked out? He really is bad.
Using the ropes, Dave begins to pull himself up. Brody hooks him again for the Brody-Plex, but Dave holds onto the top rope and Brody falls back. Dave then locks in the Bleed Out.
BETHEA: Bleed Out locked in!
STRACHON: Prozac tapped out to this earlier tonight. Brody Snr. may very well do the same.
Brody frantically tries to reach out to the ropes, but to no avail. Eventually, he taps out.
STRACHON: Dagger Dave got it!
BETHEA: It’s neck and neck, and with less than five minutes to go, it’s anybody’s game.
Dave raises his arms to a booing crowd. He then begins to climb the turnbuckle. Suddenly, Brody springs up, jumping up the turnbuckle with Dave. He hits Dave with a forearm smash. He then forearms Dave again, but Dave rakes Brody’s eyes, forcing him to fall off.
STRACHON: Never underestimate the effect of an eye rake.
Dave begins to adjust himself on the top, but once again Brody jumps up onto the turnbuckle and hooks Dave’s head. He then throws Dave off with a Superplex.
BETHEA: Superplex! That must have taken it out of his opponent.
Dave slowly begins to stagger to his feet. Brody grabs him from behind and nails the Brody-Plex. With the counter hitting the ten second point, Brody reaches over and drops his arm on top of Dave. ...1 ...2 ...3. The bell sounds.
BETHEA: Yes!
STRACHON: He did it!
BETHEA: Marcus Brody has finally shut Dagger Dave up.
CHARLES: The winner of FWF Jealousy Eight ...Marcus Brody!
BETHEA: What an incredible night it has been tonight.
STRACHON: But how are things going to play out from here? The Board failed to claim the World title.
BETHEA: James Stall beat MTB. But was it a fair win or was it a fluke?
STRACHON: And Marcus Brody has his name in the history books, winning the eighth annual tournament.
BETHEA: Thank you all for being with us here tonight. Don’t miss Live-Wire next week for the fallout.
STRACHON: Goodnight!
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