Post by Alan Envy on Apr 25, 2015 22:34:26 GMT -6
Clark Benson: This has been an exciting first episode of Lights Out wouldn’t you say Lily?
Lily: Huh, oh, yeah its been good. Who do we have next? Oh right we have Ricky Macaroni and Johnny B One Crusher?
Clark Benson: It’s Ricky Molaroni and Johnny Bonecrusher. Did you do any prep?
Lily: Did I do who? What? No.
Brandy Davis: This next match is a Terrordome qualifier, scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring, from the City of Angels, Los Angeles California, He’s the Golden Dragon, RICKYYYYYY MOLAROOOOOONNNNNNIIIIII.
"Iron" hits the PA and out walks Ricky. He gets a small smirk on his face, heading down the ring and hi fiving the fans. He gets in the ring, posing in the corner as his music slowly fades out. his focus then turns toward the ramp, awaiting his opponent.
Brandy Davis: And his opponent, from New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada, JOHNNYYYYYYYYYY BONNNNNNNNNEEEEECRUSHERRRRRRRRRRRR
Cracker's "I Hate My Generation" begins to play, and no sooner than the lyrics "I hate my generation / I offer no apologies..." get belted out than The Pre-Millennium Wrestler himself bursts through the curtains with authority. He does some non-standard pose that seems to change up a bit every so often (probably because he forgot what he did the last time), complete with his tongue hanging out and his eyes looking all wily. He proceeds to make his way down the aisle. As he passes by the ringside fans, he tries several times to incite some jeers from them only to get autograph and photo requests instead... which he acquiesces to. His bird-flipping garners similar reactions from the fans, though it's standard mutual show of respect these days and not at all a pale rip-off of Stone Cold. He quickly makes his way down the remainder of the ramp, slides under the bottom ropes and into the ring and clasps his hands in anticipation for the massacre that's about to occur to either his opponent... or himself!
The bell rings...DING...DING...DING…
Johnny and Ricky stand in their respective corners, glaring at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Johnny starts towards the center first, and Ricky follows suit. Johnny raises his hands to lock up with Ricky who hits Johnny with a European uppercut right to the chin, knocking Johnny backwards. Johnny again goes for the lockup, and again is hit with a vicious uppercut, again staggering him. Ricky follows up with a few stiff rights to the chin, sending Johnny scattering into the ropes. Ricky runs at Johnny, but Johnny ducks the clothesline attempt, lifting Ricky, and planting him on the other side of the apron, and then driving a back elbow into the face of Ricky, knocking him off the apron, and to his knees at ringside.
Lily: Wow, Ricky really went on the defensive there.
Clark Benson: Excuse me?
Lily: You know the best defense is a good offense?
Clark Benson: What little homework you did, has no bearing on this, lovely.
Johnny shakes the cobwebs out, and climbs through the middle rope, keeping his eyes on Ricky the whole time. As he approaches Ricky, he drives an intense knee into the chin, sending Ricky flailing backwards towards the floor. The referee begins the count.
1…
2…
Johnny jumps up, dropping a knee to the chest of Ricky. He gets up to do it again but Ricky rolls out of the way, sending Johnny crashing knee first into the floor.
3…
4…
Ricky works his way to his feet, and slides into the ring to break the count, and then slides back out. He picks Johnny up by his head, and whips him into the barricade so hard that Johnny hits, and snaps forward face down into the floor.
1…
2…
Ricky moves towards Johnny who is writhing on the ground, picks him up and whips him into the ring post. Johnny hits, and leans on the post, trying to get himself collected, but Ricky hits him from the back with a running elbow.
3…
4…
Ricky climbs into the ring, wraps his legs around the ring post and Bonecrushers head, and grabs on to the arm of Bonecrusher, pulling as hard as he can, smashing Bonecrusher’s face into the turnbuckle, and pulling on the shoulder. The ref taps Ricky on the shoulder, informing him to break the hold.
1..
2…
3…
4…
Ricky breaks the hold, letting Johnny go, as he collapses on the floor holding his arm. Ricky gets up to the ref yelling at him about illegal holds. Ricky gets in the refs face, and begins yelling back. Ricky now goes out to ringside, rolling out of the ring. When he turns around, he’s met with a devastating clothesline from Johnny Bonecrusher, that sends both men to the floor. Both men lay there.
Lily: That was a really cool fishing line.
Clark Benson: A who?
Lily: That fishing line that Johnny just pushed on Ricky.
Clark Benson: Clothesline?
Lily: Oh that makes sense.
Clark Benson: I used to be a real commentator.
Johnny gets to his feet first, picking Ricky up, and sliding him into the ring. Johnny climbs in after him. Ricky runs at Johnny, but Johnny ducks his strike attempt, and hits Ricky with a neckbreaker. Johnny locks Ricky in a sleeper hold, and wraps his large legs around the waist of Ricky, squeezing the air out of him. Johnny has Ricky locked hard, as they fall to their side, Johnny still squeezing. The referee goes over to the two men, and grabs Ricky’s hand, raising it high in the air. He releases the hand as the crowd yells.
ONE
He raises the hand again, and releases.
TWO
He raises the hand one more time
THRE…
Clark Benson: RICKY CAUGHT IT. HE’S NOT DONE YET!
Lily: Caught what? I caught something once.
Ricky slowly tries to right himself. Johnny still wrapped around him like a big ol’ backpack. Ricky gets one foot down on the mat, and then the other, and stands up, Johnny still riding him, squeezing. Ricky stumbles backwards before slamming back first into the corner. Johnny doesn’t let go so Ricky slams again. Johnny’s legs loosen, and Ricky slams one more time, as Johnny releases, hunched in the corner. Ricky turns around, and throws repeated shoulders into the gut of Johnny.
The crowd yells: ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...FIVE...SIX...SEVEN...EIGHT
Ricky stops, pulls Johnny from the corner, turns him around and spikes him between the middle and top turnbuckle, sending him shoulder first into the ring post. He pulls him out and does it again, and then starts slamming his fists hard into the back of Johnny. Ricky pulls Johnny from the corner, and tries to throw Johnny again, but Johnny blocks it, and hip tosses Ricky to the mat. Both men snap up and Johnny again tosses Ricky. Both men pop up, and Johnny ducks under Ricky’s flailing clothesline attempt and hits a northern lights suplex. Johnny has the bridge.
1…
2…
3…
Clark Benson: NO! RICKY KICKED OUT...RICKY KICKED OUT LAST SECOND.
Lily: Wow, that was a nice fisherman power driver.
Clark Benson: It was a Northern Lights Suplex.
Johnny gets up and looks at the ref to try to argue the call. The ref shrugs and says it was two, so Johnny turns back around. Johnny throws Ricky towards the ropes, but Ricky collected himself just long enough to slide out of the ring. He moves towards the announce table, and grabs a vacant chair. He tosses the chair into the ring. Johnny picks it up, as Ricky slides in. The ref grabs the chair from Johnny’s hand. Johnny follows the ref to inform him that he was going to get rid of the chair. The ref is paying him no mind. Ricky comes up behind him, and hits him with a low blow. Johnny drops to the mat holding his groin. The ref throws the chair over the edge, and turns around to see Johnny down. Ricky locks Johnny into the Golden Touch. He pulls at the arm of Johnny, who is slamming his hands into the mat to avoid giving up.
Lily: THE GOLDEN SHOWER!
Clark Benson: Golden Touch
Lily: Whatever.
Johnny fights, screaming, as the same arm that Ricky has been working on all match is again being pulled in a way it shouldn’t. Ricky flails, trying to get away, or get to the rope, but Ricky holds him in place. Johnny cannot escape Ricky’s grasp. Johnny continues to fight but starts passing out from the pain. The ref raises up Johnny's arm
1...
He raises it up again!
2...
And he does it again and for the third time Johnny's arm falls down
3!!!
DING DING DING
Clark Benson: Bonecrusher passed out!! He didn't tap he passed out from the pain!!
Brandy Davis: You’re winner by submission and moving on to Justice 7 and the Terrodome match!! RICKY MOLARONI
Lily: Huh, oh, yeah its been good. Who do we have next? Oh right we have Ricky Macaroni and Johnny B One Crusher?
Clark Benson: It’s Ricky Molaroni and Johnny Bonecrusher. Did you do any prep?
Lily: Did I do who? What? No.
Brandy Davis: This next match is a Terrordome qualifier, scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring, from the City of Angels, Los Angeles California, He’s the Golden Dragon, RICKYYYYYY MOLAROOOOOONNNNNNIIIIII.
"Iron" hits the PA and out walks Ricky. He gets a small smirk on his face, heading down the ring and hi fiving the fans. He gets in the ring, posing in the corner as his music slowly fades out. his focus then turns toward the ramp, awaiting his opponent.
Brandy Davis: And his opponent, from New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada, JOHNNYYYYYYYYYY BONNNNNNNNNEEEEECRUSHERRRRRRRRRRRR
Cracker's "I Hate My Generation" begins to play, and no sooner than the lyrics "I hate my generation / I offer no apologies..." get belted out than The Pre-Millennium Wrestler himself bursts through the curtains with authority. He does some non-standard pose that seems to change up a bit every so often (probably because he forgot what he did the last time), complete with his tongue hanging out and his eyes looking all wily. He proceeds to make his way down the aisle. As he passes by the ringside fans, he tries several times to incite some jeers from them only to get autograph and photo requests instead... which he acquiesces to. His bird-flipping garners similar reactions from the fans, though it's standard mutual show of respect these days and not at all a pale rip-off of Stone Cold. He quickly makes his way down the remainder of the ramp, slides under the bottom ropes and into the ring and clasps his hands in anticipation for the massacre that's about to occur to either his opponent... or himself!
The bell rings...DING...DING...DING…
Johnny and Ricky stand in their respective corners, glaring at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Johnny starts towards the center first, and Ricky follows suit. Johnny raises his hands to lock up with Ricky who hits Johnny with a European uppercut right to the chin, knocking Johnny backwards. Johnny again goes for the lockup, and again is hit with a vicious uppercut, again staggering him. Ricky follows up with a few stiff rights to the chin, sending Johnny scattering into the ropes. Ricky runs at Johnny, but Johnny ducks the clothesline attempt, lifting Ricky, and planting him on the other side of the apron, and then driving a back elbow into the face of Ricky, knocking him off the apron, and to his knees at ringside.
Lily: Wow, Ricky really went on the defensive there.
Clark Benson: Excuse me?
Lily: You know the best defense is a good offense?
Clark Benson: What little homework you did, has no bearing on this, lovely.
Johnny shakes the cobwebs out, and climbs through the middle rope, keeping his eyes on Ricky the whole time. As he approaches Ricky, he drives an intense knee into the chin, sending Ricky flailing backwards towards the floor. The referee begins the count.
1…
2…
Johnny jumps up, dropping a knee to the chest of Ricky. He gets up to do it again but Ricky rolls out of the way, sending Johnny crashing knee first into the floor.
3…
4…
Ricky works his way to his feet, and slides into the ring to break the count, and then slides back out. He picks Johnny up by his head, and whips him into the barricade so hard that Johnny hits, and snaps forward face down into the floor.
1…
2…
Ricky moves towards Johnny who is writhing on the ground, picks him up and whips him into the ring post. Johnny hits, and leans on the post, trying to get himself collected, but Ricky hits him from the back with a running elbow.
3…
4…
Ricky climbs into the ring, wraps his legs around the ring post and Bonecrushers head, and grabs on to the arm of Bonecrusher, pulling as hard as he can, smashing Bonecrusher’s face into the turnbuckle, and pulling on the shoulder. The ref taps Ricky on the shoulder, informing him to break the hold.
1..
2…
3…
4…
Ricky breaks the hold, letting Johnny go, as he collapses on the floor holding his arm. Ricky gets up to the ref yelling at him about illegal holds. Ricky gets in the refs face, and begins yelling back. Ricky now goes out to ringside, rolling out of the ring. When he turns around, he’s met with a devastating clothesline from Johnny Bonecrusher, that sends both men to the floor. Both men lay there.
Lily: That was a really cool fishing line.
Clark Benson: A who?
Lily: That fishing line that Johnny just pushed on Ricky.
Clark Benson: Clothesline?
Lily: Oh that makes sense.
Clark Benson: I used to be a real commentator.
Johnny gets to his feet first, picking Ricky up, and sliding him into the ring. Johnny climbs in after him. Ricky runs at Johnny, but Johnny ducks his strike attempt, and hits Ricky with a neckbreaker. Johnny locks Ricky in a sleeper hold, and wraps his large legs around the waist of Ricky, squeezing the air out of him. Johnny has Ricky locked hard, as they fall to their side, Johnny still squeezing. The referee goes over to the two men, and grabs Ricky’s hand, raising it high in the air. He releases the hand as the crowd yells.
ONE
He raises the hand again, and releases.
TWO
He raises the hand one more time
THRE…
Clark Benson: RICKY CAUGHT IT. HE’S NOT DONE YET!
Lily: Caught what? I caught something once.
Ricky slowly tries to right himself. Johnny still wrapped around him like a big ol’ backpack. Ricky gets one foot down on the mat, and then the other, and stands up, Johnny still riding him, squeezing. Ricky stumbles backwards before slamming back first into the corner. Johnny doesn’t let go so Ricky slams again. Johnny’s legs loosen, and Ricky slams one more time, as Johnny releases, hunched in the corner. Ricky turns around, and throws repeated shoulders into the gut of Johnny.
The crowd yells: ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...FIVE...SIX...SEVEN...EIGHT
Ricky stops, pulls Johnny from the corner, turns him around and spikes him between the middle and top turnbuckle, sending him shoulder first into the ring post. He pulls him out and does it again, and then starts slamming his fists hard into the back of Johnny. Ricky pulls Johnny from the corner, and tries to throw Johnny again, but Johnny blocks it, and hip tosses Ricky to the mat. Both men snap up and Johnny again tosses Ricky. Both men pop up, and Johnny ducks under Ricky’s flailing clothesline attempt and hits a northern lights suplex. Johnny has the bridge.
1…
2…
3…
Clark Benson: NO! RICKY KICKED OUT...RICKY KICKED OUT LAST SECOND.
Lily: Wow, that was a nice fisherman power driver.
Clark Benson: It was a Northern Lights Suplex.
Johnny gets up and looks at the ref to try to argue the call. The ref shrugs and says it was two, so Johnny turns back around. Johnny throws Ricky towards the ropes, but Ricky collected himself just long enough to slide out of the ring. He moves towards the announce table, and grabs a vacant chair. He tosses the chair into the ring. Johnny picks it up, as Ricky slides in. The ref grabs the chair from Johnny’s hand. Johnny follows the ref to inform him that he was going to get rid of the chair. The ref is paying him no mind. Ricky comes up behind him, and hits him with a low blow. Johnny drops to the mat holding his groin. The ref throws the chair over the edge, and turns around to see Johnny down. Ricky locks Johnny into the Golden Touch. He pulls at the arm of Johnny, who is slamming his hands into the mat to avoid giving up.
Lily: THE GOLDEN SHOWER!
Clark Benson: Golden Touch
Lily: Whatever.
Johnny fights, screaming, as the same arm that Ricky has been working on all match is again being pulled in a way it shouldn’t. Ricky flails, trying to get away, or get to the rope, but Ricky holds him in place. Johnny cannot escape Ricky’s grasp. Johnny continues to fight but starts passing out from the pain. The ref raises up Johnny's arm
1...
He raises it up again!
2...
And he does it again and for the third time Johnny's arm falls down
3!!!
DING DING DING
Clark Benson: Bonecrusher passed out!! He didn't tap he passed out from the pain!!
Brandy Davis: You’re winner by submission and moving on to Justice 7 and the Terrodome match!! RICKY MOLARONI