The Masked Orange Posted February 27, 2010 Share Posted February 27, 2010 http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/7449/swfh.jpg corporateswf.com/news2009/09/dec_rich_eisen Richard Eisen Resigns as Owner Richard Eisen has resigned as CEO of the Supreme Wrestling Federation. He released an official statement at a press conference in Augusta. "It has come to light in recent weeks, that I have been involved in many scandals in the SWF. While I do not want to go into any details I will say that yes, I did have affairs with many members of the SWF financial department. The most recent affair ended two months ago, and the earliest started over twenty years ago. I feel that I have betrayed the trust of the loyal SWF fans, my wife, and the whole of America. I do not deserve to be the corporate face of a company that has so many young fans, and coverage on such a wide media spectrum. My resignation begins immediately, I have already sold my majority share in the SWF to an investor who has the key aspects of the SWF at heart. My sons and I will remain in the company, they will keep their regular positions while I will lose all creative powers and will no longer appear on SWF programming. I just wish to apologise again for my behaviour, and that the last 38 years running the SWF have been an absolute honour. I saw my company through being just another territory, to rising above the territorial system. Gaining the first ever National PPV deal and the first ever National TV Deal. I've seen champions crowned and legends retire in my time. It has been my life's work, and I wish my successor the best of luck." SWF Supreme TV will continue as scheduled on Tuesday 2nd, and will be the first SWF Supreme TV of 2010 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Masked Orange Posted February 27, 2010 Author Share Posted February 27, 2010 Some quick picks for anyone who is interested. I'm really excited over this dynasty and I hope that people enjoy reading it. Marc DuBois vs. Jungle Lord vs. Frederique Antonio Garcia Squeeky McClean vs. American Machine Jack Bruce vs. Enforcer Roberts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lo-Drew Posted February 28, 2010 Share Posted February 28, 2010 Marc DuBois vs. Jungle Lord vs. Frederique Antonio Garcia Personally, I love all three but DuBois has a better future so I'm picking him. Squeeky McClean vs. American Machine Machine could win but I think McClean gets a cheap win Jack Bruce vs. Enforcer Roberts Bruce is the top babyface at the time while Roberts has been floundering in the midcard forever. Bruce should get the win and move on to his feud with Money and Eisen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thepeopleschamp Posted February 28, 2010 Share Posted February 28, 2010 Marc DuBois vs. Jungle Lord vs. Frederique Antonio Garcia Squeeky McClean vs. American Machine I have a feeling you will push him for some reason Jack Bruce vs. Enforcer Roberts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlameSnoopy Posted February 28, 2010 Share Posted February 28, 2010 Marc DuBois vs. Jungle Lord vs. Frederique Antonio Garcia - Let's pick different from the others, Jungle Lord is fairly easy to push without a feud, but I have yet to have DuBois really fly up the card. Squeeky McClean vs. American Machine - Machine shouldn't stand a chance: Squeeky is a good upper midcarder who can lose to main eventers all the time. Jack Bruce vs. Enforcer Roberts - Exactly what Lo-Drew said. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Masked Orange Posted February 28, 2010 Author Share Posted February 28, 2010 http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/SWFalt.jpg The Future's Bright, The Future's Orange http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/SWFalt-1.jpg SWF Supreme TV, Tuesday, Week 1, January 2010 Tonights show opens with an obvious sense of excitement within the crowd. They've heard, they've seen, they know that change happened over the New Year. After Richard Eisen stepped down as owner of the Supreme Wrestling Federation due to allegations of adultery and the numerous affairs that came to light, the entire wrestling world was in shock, and in wait. And now, this shade of Orange, it hangs upon the ring apron, it is the colours of the ropes, it glows from within the Jumbotron, it is in the hands of the announcers, as they adjust their microphones. In the crowd we see new signs being handed out, a tangerine symphony ripples with the seating of the audience. There is no more Blue, only this Ochre light that blinds. A pyro display starts, beginning with blue smoke from the entrance ramp. With the machine slowly gasping to a stop, allowing the smoke to cling onto the air, symbolising the SWF, the Blue, the Old, the Undead and the Stagnant. It is the remnants of a dead emperor, and now the Empire is set to change. A Large Golden Flame Erupts from within the ring, the very heart of this wrestling stadium has been reborn, a light among the mist, a ray of hope among the darkness. The crowd is in suspended disbelief, all cheering the large flame, the flame that looks like it will engulf the ring if let to burn. The Fire then stops. A spotlight pierces through the smoke and the remnants of the blue smoke, making all seem a blur in comparison. A frenzied crowd now waits to see who will emerge, all waiting for news on their Eisen, all wanting the Orange explained. A figure emerges... "Ladies and Gentlemen, a new era has come. A new way to live. An alternative for the haters and the ignorant and the addicted. A New Master is come. He has granted us the power to think freely for ourselves, to break from the grip of an unholy martyr who seeks to defy our Lords message. Commit thy works unto this Lord, and thy thoughts shall be established. He has shown us that age does not qualify you to be saved, he is a new master, a new example. He comes to bring down the sloth and tyranny that stands in our wake, so sinners shall fall to his will. So he shall teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. If we do not put our hearts unto his wisdom, our righteousness shall falter, and only Satan shall remain in your souls. The brittle bones of the reaper shall greet you in passing, and take you to your charnel house. And no mercy shall be shown by this reaper, no mercy shall be shown by Death? Why should we be treated in this life so differently? When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn. So rejoice now people, as you in these hallowed aisles of this hallowed hall shall come to know this day. Outside you shall morn your days as the wicked seek to claim your purity. In this sacred temple, you will no longer morn, but rejoice, for the Dark Days are Over." The spotlight soon melts into the light beaming from the rafters, forcing the audience to shield their eyes, they soon squint and see the messenger before them. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/AngryGilmore_jhd.jpg Angry Gilmore. "The New Master, promises salvation, a new hope, and all you that join him shall be enlightened, for this is the new SWF! But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death." Gilmore starts to make his way to the ring, slowly walking down the ramp. He wears only his bleach-white trousers and a look of peace on his face. The audience boo his presence, they are used to being preached at by Gilmore, it is only his surprise change of clothing and the mystery of the new arena attire that allows them to eventually quiet when he reaches the ring. "Eisen, Richard at least, has gone! No more shall the adulterer, the philanderist, the false prophet, no longer shall he be in a position of power. The man who stays true to marital vows, and holds dear the value of God's good book, shall remain eternal in God's heaven. But a man who commits adultery lacks judgment; whoever does so destroys himself. And as such, the man is no more. I have spoken to the New Master, or the New Owner as you would call him. He is fervent about change in this industry. Gone shall be the profanity, the gore, the cheating and the blatant disregard for the Lord's commandments. From now on we shall keep true to the narrow path that leads to heaven, we shall not be lead by a false idol. Many of you probably want to know who the new owner of this company is. He wishes not to betray his presence to the people, or his position may be compromised. He is known outside of wrestling, for being a man of courage and honour, and I am honoured to be his messenger. All those who oppose him speak now, and have me to deal with." The crowd can't help but release a chorus of boos towards the royal kiss-ass in front of them, but he merely walks to the corner, and ascends the turnbuckles, to bask in his self-glory. "I have some changes to be announced that will be more noticeable, and you who are ignorant will not appreciate those changes. The SWF Tag Team Division has been suspended pending an investigation into some of the scandalous activities of *ahem* some of the participants. Other members of the roster have also been suspended for similar reasons. You will be witnessing a cleaner, more streamlines SWF. An SWF you can not just cheer for, but be proud of. But most importantly, a Supreme Wrestling Federation with Angry Gilmore as the Acting Commissioner! No longer see you ANGRY Gilmore, but COMMISSIONER Gilmore!" "Your Main Event tonight Ladies and Gentlemen will be for the North American title. It will be a match not announced in tonight's program . Rich Money vs Brandon James. A Truly Magnificent Match to signal a new era. And just to make sure it the classic we expect it to be, it will be for the North American Championship! and it will be a BURIED ALIVE match!" "But the match to open this new era, will be the destructive Russian behemoth Marat Khoklov against the... well... Captain Atomic." "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for joining in for SWF Supreme TV, my SWF Supreme TV." http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/AtomSmasher_jhd.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/_Versus.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/MaratKhoklov.jpg There is no argument about who won this match. From start to finish Marat Khoklov dominated this match. The Eastern Bloc Giant lead right from the opening bell, where he threw a massive forearm that sent Captain Atomic flush out of the ring. After leaving the ring Khoklov threw Atomic into the barricade repeatedly, and then headfirst into the ringside steps. After dragging Atomic back into the ring Khoklov threw him from corner to corner and crushed him under a series of reverse avalanches. The only offense got was when Khoklov missed a fourth reverse avalanche. Atomic jumped out of the way and rebounded off the ropes,meeting Khoklov with a flying forearm that didn't even phase him. Captain Atomic tried the move again, only to be met by a sickening chop to the forehead. Khoklov then applied his full weight to the back of Atomic's skull, while using the ropes for support. This left the crowd squirming as Atomic struggled for a rope break. After managing to get a foot on the bottom rope Khoklov had to relinquish the move at four. Khoklov decided to end it there, he threw Atomic into the ropes, and as he rebounded hit him with a viscous Moscow Lariat, that left Atomic folded in half. After that the 3-count was just a formality. WINNER: Marat Khoklov via pinfall with a Moscow Lariat on Captain Atomic A Camera zooms down a corridor and stops at a door with a golden plaque on it. The plaque reads: BRANDON JAMES. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/BigCatBrandon_alt2.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/EmmaChase.jpg The Big Frame Of Brandon James comes into view as the door swings open, he is pounding on a punching bag. Emma Chase is in the background on a mobile phone. She hangs up and walks towards Brandon. "Brandon, that phone was not good, it seems like Gilmore really wants to bust your balls." Brandon throws a look of pure anger in Chase's direction, and unleashes one hell of a hay-maker onto the punching bag. With a lurch, the bag buckles and limply collapses to the floor. "What Now?" "Gilmore is promoting me onto full time colour commentary duties, It looks like I'm going to have to resign as your manager." Brandon looks at Emma with a look of crystalline anger, sweat rolls off his brow and buries itself into the corner of it's eye. As it seeps inward Brandon's eye starts to burn, forcing him to avert his gaze. But only momentarily. "I can still manage you tonight but after that I'm prohibited from "interfering" with the affairs of the wrestlers. Cheer Up, it's not all bad." Brandon busies himself with something in his locker, his torso obscuring the view from the camera. "Screw You Emma, you're fired. I don't need you, you're free to do whatever you want." "Excuse Me?" Brandon doesn't turn around, but merely rests upon the locker and listens to Chase. "You can't just fire me, I made you! I took you from being a talentless dreg to being a potential World Champion. I'm not some street-side hooker you can dump when you've had your fill. Answer me goddam it!" Brandon turns around, and growls at her menacingly without ever really raising his voice. "Listen b*tch, I've just been told that I've gotta defend my championship on one hours notice. In a BURIED ALIVE match! And there was damn all you could do about it! And then you tell me you just happen to be promoted, without warning, to a more prestigious position that pays more. And I'm so supposed to believe that you could not stop that either?" "If I have learnt anything from today it's that lying skanks have no dignity. You nearly cost me my title at Christmas Clash, you manage to cost me my match last week and now that all this Eisen S**t has come around you can't even keep me out the eye of the storm? F**k you, it seems like these past few months have been a giant Clusterf**k for me, because of YOU!. Now Leave before I take that pretty little head, and maul it until you look more like the underside of a hemorrhoid. SKAT!" Emma Chase runs out of the room, crying, while Brandon just gazes into his locker and laughs. He then pulls out a lighter and his suit. Soon in his hands he has a lighter and a flaming suit. He throws both recklessly behind him, and continues to stare into the locker. When the camera tries to get close enough to see inside, James slams the locker door shut, and walks off into the back room. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/JohnGreed.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/_Versus.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/ChristianFaith.jpg This match was superb for what it was. Christian Faith always looked in control but John Greed made sure he never let the momentum shift too far into Faith's court. Greed has atrocious momentum at the moment but just being in a match of this quality must boost his profile. The match started via lock-up, with Faith managed to turn into a hammerlock. Faith and Greed then swapped holds, including a very nice full nelson by faith that almost ended up as a full nelson suplex to the outside after a Greed counter nearly ended in disaster. Faith managed to take control after a Running Faith Hammer into the corner caught Greed off guard, who had raised his knees expecting the Leap of Faith. This match ended after Greed went to the top rope, but got a kick to the gut for his troubles, which made him drop to his crotch. When he was doubled over, in a reverse tree-of-woe position, Faith caught him in a devastating Leap of Faith. Instead of going for a pinfall Faith decided to play to the crowd by dragging Greed into the middle of the ring and applying the Test of Faith. Greed put up as long as he could but he had to tap eventually. WINNER: Faith via Submission with a Test Of Faith on Greed. Christian Faith is celebrating his win, and goes into the crowd to celebrate his victory. After a couple of minutes sharing some beers and some cheers with the crowd he returns to the ring and asks for a microphone. He opens his mouth and starts to speak, but it's not his voice that come out. "FAITH!" Christian is baffled, he tries to speak again. "FAITH!" The Heavy Russian accent is unmistakable. Marat Khoklov's voice echo's around the arena. Faith drops the mic and spins around, expecting another after-match attack from Khoklov. But he is not there, he is nowhere. "FAITH!" Faith leaves the ring, and checks under the ring, to make sure the Russian Behemoth has not managed to hide his substantial frame under it. Nothing. "FAITH!" Faith starts to check behind the crowd barricades, making sure that he won't come in from the audience. "FAITH!" Faith checks around the announce tables, trying to find out where the Eastern Bloc Giant is hiding. "FAITH!" Faith goes up the ramp and checks around the stage area and behind the entrance screen. Still the giant is nowhere to be seen. However his presence is soon felt, as a spotlight reveals that he is on the rafters, fifty foot above Christian Faith on the entrance ramp. He is next to a huge light that is part of the arena lighting. He rips it off the lighting rig and throws it down towards Faith. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/MaratKhoklov.jpg Faith manages to avoid the huge falling light, which smashes upon impact. Faith, now scared for his life, runs backstage, obviously fleeing from Khoklov. Khoklov goes along the rafters, and through a door, obviously giving chase. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/AmericanMachine_jhd1.jpgw/http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/BJONeill_alt.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/_Versus.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/SqueekyMcClean.jpg From the bell there was a conflict of interest between these competitors. American Machine wanted to go for a Test of Strength, but McClean rolled straight out of the ring. He waited for a nine count before coming back in, by which time Machine and the crowd had become incredibly impatient. Machine this time tried to get McClean to lock up with him. But again McClean rolls out of the ring. This time he tells the referee that he wants to adjust his wrist tape. He takes another nine count to return to the ring. When he enters the ring for a third time, and Machine tries to lock up, he obliges. Only to feign to the side and around the back and to apply a rear waist lock. Machine uses this to his advantage however and crushes him in the corner. McClean slumps in the corner where Machine starts pounding on him, forcing the referee to intervene. Once both men are on their feet again, McClean brings Machine into an Arm Wringer, which Machine tries to reverse into a short-arm clothesline, only to have his other arm caught in an arm bar that brings both to the ground. From here McClean applies a figure four leg lock. The slow pace and McClean dominance starts to rile the audience. When trying to change the figure four into his signature Elevated Leg Lock, the Clean Out, American Machine managed to land a big kick to the side of McCleans head. He then had the opportunity to throw many big punches which shifted the momentum in his favour. He Irish Whipped McClean into the ropes and gave him a knee face-buster. But when lining up for a Piledriver he was unable to lift up McClean for the finish, as it was instead reversed into a backdrop. As Machine regained his footing McClean put him put him into the position for his Stain Removal finisher. He then managed to get the pinfall while Machine was out of it. WINNER: Squeeky McClean via pinfall on American Machine after a Stain Removal. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/JungleJack.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/_Versus.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/MarcDuBois.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/_Versus.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/FrederiqueGarcia_jhd.jpg The crowd was behind Jungle Lord in this match, as soon as his tribal music started to play the crowd were firmly favouring him. Probably helped by the fact that his opponents were the brash young DuBois and the sleazy Frederique Garcia. The match started with Jungle Lord taking down both of his opponents with a double clothesline. He then tried to reign down on DuBois with a series of punches but he rolled out of the ring before Jungle Lord could layeth the puncheth down. Jungle Lord then threw DuBois an icy look, not realising that Garcia was behind him and thus Garcia was able to clothesline both himself and Jungle Lord down to the outside. With all three men on the outside, Jungle Lord's brawling style really came into focus, with Jungle Lord able to throw DuBois over the barricade and throw Garcia over the Spanish announce table. This forced DuBois and Garcia to team up to take down the wild-man from Borneo. They both managed to get up from the respected nooks Jungle Lord had thrown them into and launch an attack. While Jungle lord was preoccupied with Garcia rising from behind the announce table, DuBois managed to land a diving chop block off the barricade. Garcia then managed to rush in with a double axe handle to Jungle Lord's back. Sending him fully down. DuBois and Garcia then systematically stomp on Jungle Lords limbs, making sure that he can't fight back. They then roll him back into the, and continue the assault on the inside. This continues for a few minutes, with Garcia beating Jungle Lord down with blows and stomps while DuBois ascend the top rope and hits a variety of moves the increase with complexity every time. Starting with a jumping elbow smash and ending with a diving victory roll. But before DuBois can get the pin Garcia interrupts the pinfall, leading to a confrontation between the two. After a stare down and some shoving DuBois decides to plant Garcia to the mat with a Mark of Excellence, or Roll-Through German Suplex to us. But while DuBois is holding the pinfall Jungle Lord leaps up and kicks DuBois in the sternum, thus breaking the pinfall. Jungle Lord himself then picks up Garcia, and performs a Powerbomb, followed by a pinfall attempt, only for DuBois to brake that up. After taking two finishers Garcia rolls out of the ring. DuBois and Jungle Lord then exchange a series of blows, leading to Jungle Lord flooring DuBois with a shoulder block. But a slice to the back of Jungle Lord's knee brings him down to the floor, and enables DuBois to attempt a flash pinfall. Jungle Lord manages to kick out, but DuBois is straight back on him with an Indian Death-lock. Jungle Lord manages to power out, and manages to pull DuBois into a Camel Clutch. DuBois manages to slip out, but ends up in a position where Jungle Lord can pull him into a Northern Lights Bomb. Standing over his fallen opponent, Jungle Lord lets out a huge Tarzan Roar to signify his dominance, and he bets his chest repeatedly. However, this leads him open to a schoolboy pin by Garcia, who has snuck back into the ring. Of course it wouldn't be a Garcia pinfall attempt if Garcia didn't have a handful of Jungle Lords Cheetah-spot tights. WINNER: Garcia via pinfall on Jungle Lord with a handful of tights. After the Triple Threat match we see the ring being set up for a contract signing. An Orange carpet is rolled out to cover the ring, and a table is pulled from under the ring and set up in the center of the ring. Two Steel Chairs are taken from next to the announcers desk and placed beside the table, as it is being covered with a black tablecloth. The audience start to mumble at this point, wondering why the meticulous set up was needed, and who for. At that moment he came down to the ring, and he had a lot to answer for. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/EricEisen.jpg Eric Eisen appears at the head of the arena, with a briefcase in one hand, and a microphone in the other. The crowd took in his image and rang out a symphony of boos that only managed to extract a smirk of Eric Eisen's face. Eric starts his walk down to the ring, as he passes he takes the opportunity to refuse to sign the merchandise of every small child he passes. He wears his SWF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, and points at it regularly, so the audience knows just who he is, and what he has done. He makes it to the ring, and lays the briefcase on the table. He takes a seat while the audience continue their jeers. A close-up by the camera reveals a sign in the crowd that reads "Daddy's little Bastard". A reference to one of the claims made by the press that Eric may be illegitimate. He stands, and the crowd soon dies down, and he starts to talk. "I am going to be doing two things today, addressing the situation with my father, and addressing what's in this briefcase." "Firstly, what my father did was wrong, and he has no right to remain the face of such a large company. He has decided to sell a vast number of his shares to an investor who wants to remain a secret, but who is now the owner of this company. He is still a member of the company, but has no power over the company and is currently on a very long vacation." The crowd listen intently about what has happened to the owner of the company they love so much. They are so eager to hear more, nobody is interrupting him with "What?" chants between words. "Some of you will be wondering how I will be able to retain my title against Jack Bruce without my father's influence, well..." http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/JackBruce_altGWO.jpg Eisen is interrupted by the theme music of Jack Bruce, which brings about an extremely loud pop from the audience in attendance. He walks over to the barricades and gives one of the signature purple bandannas in his pocket to a small child. Jack runs up the ramp and slides into the ring, stopping only to looks at the new coloured ring attire. And the new covers on the aprons. He beckons for himself to be given a microphone. Eisen merely sits in a chair and waits for Bruce to talk. "Let me tell you something you little rat bastard! Now that your daddy is gone there are no more beatings you can arrange! No more video messages you can play after my matches! There is nothing you can do to stop this rocker-coaster from taking off and landing straight in World Championship City!" "Now I know that you won't like this, but at When Hell Freezes Over I will regain my championship, and my party at the top will continue baby!" "Really? Bruce, we all know you. I got into your head, it's so easy to see that your just some aging rocker who has lost his spark. You've more romcoms than you have actual action and you're praying that by wearing that pathetic bandanna and by sporting the 'tash that pop culture won't leave you behind. I managed to get to you because you knew someone was going to end your reign at the top once and for all, and that after that, you would only descend into being a has-been. Let's face it, you're a nobody Jack." The crowd erupts into venomous hate at the arrogant Eisen, and insulting perhaps the most beloved man in the entire wrestling industry. "Toots, I can admit that you spooked me out with the messages and the backstage attacks. But kid, when you try to tell Jack Bruce that he's past his prime, than I know that you don't know Jack Bruce at all. And at When Hell Freezes Over, I will end this pathetic charade and take back my belt. There are only three things I like having around my waist, my clothes, womens legs and my SWF World Heavyweight Championship. And Mamma always told me I looked better when I accesorised." Eisen puts his hand on his briefcase, and turns to face Bruce, he calls to the assistants at ringside to play a tape of the SWF Supreme TV from just after Christmas Clash. We see Jack Bruce in the ring, signing a contract with Eric Eisen that gives him a title shot. Richard Eisen then makes a surprise appearance to verify it with his signature in person. The camera then zooms in on the three signatures. Eisen calls for them to stop the tape. Eisen opens the briefcase, and pulls out the very same contract we see on the screen. He draws some glasses out of his shirt pocket and reads: "Article 7 clearly states: This contract must be signed by the owner at the time of the PPV to be legally binding. As you can tell, Richard Eisen is no longer owner, so our title match at When Hell Freezes Over is now legally void. I thank youdoom for your time but I think that I will probably choose to go elsewhere for my next title match." Bruce asks to see the contract, after reading it for a few seconds, he angrily turns around and throws it into the audience. In a fit of anger he throws a large right fist square into Eisen's jaw, shortly followed by a second. He then decides to say "dōmo arigatō misutā Robotto" by doing the robot. The crowd cheers this. Bruce then finishes this version of his signature punching flurry by laying out Eisen with a huge left hook. He then grabs a mic and addresses the entire SWF. "I just want to make it clear to you all that I will have that championship match at the PPV. And if anyone gets in my way, there'll only have a New York Minute before their face ends up on the canvas! Thank You, and Goodnight!" Bruce climbs onto the ring to pose for the crowd. This leaves him open for Eisen though, who recovers. Eisen pulls Bruce's head into a suplex position, and executes a modified slingshot suplex. The suplex brings Bruce crashing straight through the table and hard onto his side, sending a large cracking sound throughout the entire arena. There was a table in the SWF ring, of course somebody would go through it! Eisen leaves, quickly gathering his belongings, and scurries down the entrance ramp before Bruce can rouse himself. When Bruce eventually pulls himself back up by using the ring ropes, he sighs, and slowly walks down the entrance ramp, shaking the hands of the fans as he goes. The assistants then roll up the Orange table, chairs and the remains of the table, so that the next match can begin. Bruce reemerges shortly after though, mic in hand, and says "I forgot I'm in this next match! Let me just readjust some ribs, don't you tune out!" He the falls over, clutching his chest, as we go to a commercial break. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/JackBruce_altGWO.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/_Versus.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/EnforcerRoberts_jhd.jpg As we tune back in, Jack Bruce is already in the ring, clutching his ribs and sitting in the corner, watching the stage to see when his opponent will come out. And Soon the Music of Enforcer Roberts is blaring. An interesting thing to note is that Richard Eisen's "Enforcer" now has no boss. In fact Richard Eisen's face has been blurred out of his entrance video, and Eisen's signature cackle that occurs halfway through his entrance music has been replaced by an advert for When Hell Freezes Over. Bruce rises to meet his opponent, and starts stretching out his side, preparing for what is ahead. As Enforcer Roberts enters the ring he asks the referee is Bruce forfeits, to which he shakes his head. They start with a lock up, but Bruce's side forces him to break the hold and retreat into a corner, where he asks a ringside official to bring him some bandaging. The crowd is in serious concern for Bruce, except for the fourty year-old man in the front row who likes to root for the heel. But who cares about him? If he has an opinion he can do what everyone else does and put it on the INTERNET. Or failing that he can buy a Porsche and some Viagra. Enforcer Roberts decides to hang back in the corner while Bruce is being sorted out. He spends the entire time adjusting his kneepads. When Bruce is finally ready to wrestle, they lock up again, Roberts easily turns it into a headlock. Bruce tries to push him into the ropes but Roberts grounds it. He then spins around Bruce to grab his leg in an ankle hold. Bruce manages to pull himself to the ropes, but when doing so aggravates his ribs. Roberts takes advantage of this by punting him in the side. The referee has to hold back Roberts from doing it again, so instead Roberts decides to use his knee to crush Bruce's neck on the bottom rope. When the referee reaches a four count Roberts releases the hold, and Bruce just lies on the bottom rope, with both arms and his head over the ropes. Roberts sees this as an opportunity and goes to the apron outside, and lines up for a Legdrop. But when he goes to execute it Bruce moves out of the way and Roberts crashes onto the apron. Roberts manages to stay on, but before he can regain his footing Bruce rebounds off the ropes and delivers a dropkick to his chest and shoulder, sending him back first into the barricade. Bruce does not join Roberts on the outside though, as he spends his time stretching out his ribs and shoulder, the referee checks that he is OK and starts the ten count. Roberts easily slides back into the ring and launches himself at Bruce with a high cross body. Bruce manages to see Roberts in time to charge at Roberts with his good shoulder, sending Roberts crashing to the ground. Bruce then lands an elbow drop on Roberts, and signals to the crowd that he is going to to Welcome Roberts to NYC. He lands a picture perfect Legdrop, but when it comes to the splash he lands too hard on his left side, sending him into a fit of pain, and he rolls around viscously on the canvas. Roberts manages to return to his feet first, and decides to pull Bruce into a modified Abdominal Stretch which is applied on the ground. This stretches out Bruce's injury drastically, and causes a great deal of pain. But before Bruce can tap he manages to unhook his leg and slip out the back of the maneuver. And starts to attack the back of Enforcer Roberts head with a series of blows. He manages to stand, and leans against the ropes, and waits for Roberts to gain a vertical base, he raises his arm as he does so, signaling to the crowd that he is going to execute the New York Minute. When he goes for it, Roberts manages to slip out from underneath it, and Bruce crash-lands on the canvas. Roberts in turn tries to apply his signature R.C.T. hold, but Bruce applies a huge elbow to Roberts face to prevent that. Roberts retaliates by launching Bruce into the corner, and throws a couple of elbows in Bruce's direction. Roberts then goes to the opposite corner, and charges back at Bruce, raising his knee. The knee lands flush and Bruce goes down, Roberts lands a series of stomps on Bruce's injured side and applies a Camel Clutch. When Roberts breaks the hold, he prepares for a seated R.C.T., Bruce was ready for it though and instead thrusts his Palm into Roberts stomach. From this doubled over position Bruce manages to land a New York Minute, and gets away with the pin, with the fans cheering for the hard fought victory. WINNER: Jack Bruce via pinfall on Roberts with a New York Minute. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/LobsterWarrior.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/SteveFrehley_jhd.jpg Steve Frehley is backstage talking to Lobster Warrior. Warrior is nervous, and keeps on looking around the room, Frehley just looks cool and collected though. "Don't worry, Vengeance isn't gonna get you. I asked around and he's not in the building tonight." "It's not that! The Lobster Warrior could never be scared of anything that breathes air! It's just the natural Lobster sense inside me is tingling, something is unsettling me." The room they are talking in looks to be a locker room, Frehley's posters are hung across the wall, so it's safe to presume it's his. The arena locker rooms must be in repair because it looks like this is a temporary room, the thin walls and visible piping betray it as one. "OK then Lobby, you keep an eye out. You never know with that lunatic. As you know I've got a tag match with him next week, and I need a partner I can trust to not ***** out. I was wondering if you have the stones to help me fight that maniac. Everyone else round here seems to think I'm a goddam leper." "It is my duty as the Custodian of the Ocean, and as the Long Claw of Oceanic Law, to help you." "Thanks dude, I knew I could count on you." Frehley lights up a cigarette, goes to put it in his mouth, but then stops to talk. "It's just that I went to see Greg Black and he totally wimped out. What a little b*tch." As the smoke from the cigarette reaches a smoke detector, an alarm goes off. The surprise knocks Lobby off his feet, Frehley just sighs, and pulls his jacket over his head. The sprinklers go off and a flashing red light fills the room. "Steve, my tail is tingling, I think something is up. We should get outta here." "Fine, can't smoke in here now anyway." As they get up to go to the door, it slams shut; locking them inside, unable to leave. "That's just great. Vengeance! If this is you, show yourself! I swear to God I'm gonna break your neck if you're behind this!" Fear causes Lobby to back into a corner, protecting his back. Perhaps natural Lobster instinct? When he gets there though he starts to hear a faint breathing that is coming from behind a nearby poster. He pulls back on the poster to reveal a pitch black hole in the wall, which houses the Blood Red Eyes of Vengeance. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/SkullDeBones_alt.jpg Vengeance unleashes a massive Big Boot right through the flimsy walls and levels Lobby with a huge kick. Steve Frehley turns around fast enough to see the huge frame of Vengeance crashing through the wall. Vengeance starts to breathe heavily, his eyes sizing up Frehley. Frehley reaches blindly behind him to see if there is a weapon he can use, but there is only air. He takes more steps back wards, away from vengeance, until his back is pressed to the door. He turns the handle but the door remains locked. Vengeance starts growling, a sound more akin to the roar of a bear than the sound a human produces. He rushes at Steve Frehley, spearing them both through the door. The difference is that Vengeance manages to get up again. He then goes back inside, grabs Lobster Warrior's limp body and pulls it over Frehley's. He then departs, just as he turns a corner a backstage official comes backstage trying to find the source of the fire, only to find two of the top SWF wrestlers completely knocked out. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/RichMoney.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/_Versus.jpghttp://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/BigCatBrandon_alt2.jpg This match begins with Brandon James walking down the ring. The first entrance of his career where he has to hold his own championship belt, for the lack of Emma Chase. He has a burning intensity unseen in any of his previous matches, almost as if a great weight has been lifted off his shoulders, Chase has just been a liability in recent weeks. When Brandon reaches the ring he unleashes a roar, and focuses intently on the gap where Rich Money should be emerging any second. Rich Money emerges under a shower of dollar bills, but pushes through and strolls over to the empty pit that will be the focus of this match. He looks down it, and eyes the nearby shovel with disdain. Regardless of the prospect of being BURIED ALIVE Rich Money refuses to let his opponent know his fear. He raises his arm and rubs his fingers, his signature taunt, and glares deep into the eyes of Brandon James. Money makes his approach to the ring, keeping eye contact with Brandon at all times. Brandon has to break contact when he hands over his SWF North American Championship to the official. When Rich Money enters the ring the bell signal the start of the match. And straight away Brandon hits a Big Money Move on Money, the Big Money's high impact shoulder tackle bringing Money down, Rich Money that is, not Big Money. God this is confusing... Brandon then leaves the ring, and looks under the ring for weapons, looking to use his hardcore history in DAVE to take control of this match. He throws some chairs, a trash can, and slides a table into the ring. And then enters himself. Brandon starts by hitting Money over the back with a trash can, leaving a huge dent in the can and possibly breaking Money's back. He brings the can down on Money's back a second time, forcing Money back down to the canvas. Brandon then turns to set up a table in the corner, while Money struggles to return to his feet. Money manages to crawl over to Brandon and deliver a low blow, leaving him sprawled against the table. Unusually this draws a pop from the crowd, and Money manages to rise to his feet and grab a chair, trying to shrug off the effects of having metal slammed into your back. Money swings for the fences, but Brandon slides off the table, and the chair misses the table by inches. Brandon swings a left hook wildly at Rich Money's head, but Money swings the chair into Brandon's hand, and Brandon ends up punching the chair right out of the ring. A Camera zooms onto the chair and a huge dent is left where Brandon pummeled it. The camera then trails back to Brandon, who is clutching his hand, and then to Money, who has picked up the second chair. Money swings the chair square into James' back, sending him down, and follows it up by hooking one of Brandon's legs in the chair, he then ascends the second rope. Money leaps off the second rope in a knee drop, and lands on the chair. Brandon screams and rolls around the floor in sheer agony, clutching his ankle, while Money's knee was skinned and starts to bleed. Money pulls the chair off Brandon's ankle, and pushes him down to ringside using his feet, while holding onto the ropes for leverage. Money starts to drag Brandon by the hair closer to the BURIED ALIVE pit, but only gets just past the mouth of the entrance ramp when Brandon fights back. Money lays him out again with a punt to Brandon's face, but the dead weight of Brandon is impossible to move. He decides to wait for Brandon to stand, and turns away from him, doubling over to regain some breath. But Brandon was playing possum and levels him with a huge lariat to the back of Rich Money's skull. Brandon then easily drags the carcass of Money up the entrance ramp and near the pit where the loser will be BURIED ALIVE. The two exchange blows for a while, with both getting perilously close to pit, and close to falling in. Brandon manages to hit a Big Money Move straight into Money, who manages to adjust his landing to the left of the pit. But from there it is elementary for Brandon to roll him on into the pit. Brandon grabs a shovel and starts covering Money with dirt, with the referee hanging close to ring for the bell when Money is completely covered. Money manages to pull himself out of the ring shortly before the referee was going to call it, and the match continues. Money lands a field goal punt into the knee of Brandon. He then puts some Money In The Bank with a high-arc German Suplex that sends Brandon hurtling into the pit. Money then furiously piles dirt onto Brandon, who starts to stir. Brandon manages to stand, and leans over the side of the pit, trying to regain breath. Money decides to take this match to the next level, and climbs some nearby scaffolding, preparing to give Brandon some Dollars from Heaven. Money leaps and hits Brandon square on the back, Money rolls of to the side, injured by his own move, while Brandon bounces back into the pit, completely out of it. Money manages to kick dirt into the pit, and shovel the rest into the pit in a great haste, the referee stops him and calls for the bell, Rich Money has won. WINNER: Rich Money via BURYING BRANDON ALIVE ANGLE 6 Rich Money is celebrating his victory in the ring. Holding his new title aloft, he has regained the title for his third run with it. The fans are going crazy for this victory, they are loving that Money has finally won gold again. The pit where Brandon is doesn't stir, and officials begin to drag him out. http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr12/TheMaskedOrange/AngryGilmore_jhd.jpg Money's celebration is cut short however, by the music of commissioner Gilmore, who starts to make his way to Money. Gilmore is surrounded by an army of assistants. The crowd aren't too happy about it, but Money doesn't even seem to be bothered. Gilmore enters the ring with a grin on his face, perhaps his former title of "angry" was entirely out of place? He beckons for a microphone to be handed to him, and within seconds both he and Rich Money have orange Mic's in their hands, and are ready to talk. Gilmore's grin is soon gone and the conversation gets serious. "With this new commissioner deal I'm far to busy to chat, so I'm just going to ask for the title and be done with it." "Of course sir, as per the agreement." Rich Money hands over his newly won SWF North American Championship to Commissioner Gilmore, and does so without a hint of regret. Gilmore beckons for an assistant to bring over a slip of paper. "Sign here, and you'll have what you want. I assume you'll want to tell the crowd yourself?" Money nearly nods, and Gilmore leaves the ring, leading his procession of assistants back down the ring. Soon the arena feels empty for the great loss of people. "You see fans, however much you seem to love me, you cannot give me what I want. The North American Title I've had before, what I want is the SWF World Heavyweight Championship" "I'm not fed up of being the guy who attacks people backstage, and who may occasionally throw in a cheap shot every now and again. But I am fed up of that bloody Eric Eisen lording his World Championship over me! That split brat used me! And I won't stand for it, I tell you! By forfeiting my championship to Gilmore I have been given the Title Match Bruce lost! And I refuse to lose that match! I refuse! I won't be screwed over by that little b*tch again!" "I will be the SWF World Heavyweight Champion!" Rich Money throws away his microphone. He then jumps over the top rope and out of the ring. He turns around and poses for the audience as the SWF logo blares i the corner. Thank you for tuning in, until next week on SWF SUPREME TV! Thankyou to wrestlingfan#1 but mostly jhd1 for letting me use the wonderful alts they made. Suprised that nobody expected me to push Frederique, but there you go. Commissioner Gilmore is not the NA champion, at least not yet, you'll have to tune in next week to find out! I know this was a bit of a read, I'm definetely going to cut it down next time, well done if you got through it! Here are the prediction results: Lo-Drew: 2/3 thepeopleschamp: 1/3 BHK1978: 1/3 FlameSnoopy: 2/3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlameSnoopy Posted February 28, 2010 Share Posted February 28, 2010 I think I just overdosed from the orange Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BYU 14 Posted February 28, 2010 Share Posted February 28, 2010 Nothing like some Orange Crush for breakfast Good first effort, the main event was nicely done. I'll get in on the predictions going forward. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Masked Orange Posted February 28, 2010 Author Share Posted February 28, 2010 Just wanted to say thanks for the kind words, and also credit goes to jtlant for letting me use his Khoklov alts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huntman Posted February 28, 2010 Share Posted February 28, 2010 Ohh Yeah Bruceamania Brotha! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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