Sunday Bloody Sunday 12/9 (Tourny round 2)

[PanterA]

Sorry i was late getting this up. Man last night was a party. I pretty much just woke up. Sorry guys. You know the deal, get your matches up before the main event. Main event is posted very late Sunday or early Monday. So get them up ASAP and sorry again for being late.

[Tazz1376]

JR: "Welcome to Sunday Bloody Sunday III. Tonight, the Tournament for the Belts continues. Can anything match the brutal battles we saw last week?"

PH: "I don't know JR. We saw some people get seriously injured last week. It can only get better this week."

JR: "Lets start if off, right now."

:: Needles by System Of a Down begins to play::

JR: "And here comes Santiego Sandiego. Tonight, he goes head to head with S.S. Byrd, a man he has already defeated, only two weeks ago."

PH: "That's right JR, but lets not forget how it happened. Bobby Washington played a big part in that match."

:: Sandiego makes his way into the ring.::

JR: "Sandiego looks ready Paul."

::Sandiego's music stops, as the fans cheer him.::

"Sad But True" hits, and the cheers turn to loud boos. S.S. Byrd walks from beneath the RFW-tron and makes his way down the ramp::

PH: "And here comes Byrd. And JR, he looks more serious than ever."

::Byrd steps in the ring to a chorus of boos. He waits in the corner as the referee gives his instructions to Sandiego. The ref than talks to Byrd. He orders the bell rung to start the match.::

::Byrd charges at Sandiego, who side steps him. Sandiego hits multiple punches to Byrd's head. He backs Byrd into the corner, and stomps his midsection. Byrd slumps to the mat, unable to stop the barrage. Byrd rolls under the bottom rope, to the floor. The ref starts his 10 count, as Sandiego goes over the top, nailing Byrd with a cross body. He picks Byrd up onto his shoulder, and powerslams him to the floor. Sandiego picks Byrd up and throws him back into the ring.::

JR: "Its all Sandiego here at the start, Paul."

::Sandiego whips Byrd into the corner, and jumps onto the second rope. He hits a perfect Tornado DDT, planting Byrd in the middle of the ring. He goes for the cover, but Byrd kicks out a two.::

JR: "He almost got it over with quickly."

PH: "It's not even close to being over, JR."

::Sandiego picks Byrd up, and plants him with a bodyslam. Sandiego goes to the top, and hits a flying elbow. He goes for the cover again, but Byrd once again kicks out a two. Sandiego picks him up; Irish whips him into the ropes, and hits a shoulder tackle that knocks Byrd out of the ring. Sandiego follows him out.::

JR: "Sandiego is in firm control of this match."

PH: "Come on Byrd, get up."

::Sandiego attempts to whip Byrd into the ring steps, but Byrd reverses it.::

PH: "Now, we will see what Byrd has."

::Byrd rams Sandiego's head into the steps a few more times. He then picks Byrd up, and hits an overhead belly to belly suplex on the floor. He picks Sandiego up, and drives him head first into the announce table. He then throws Sandiego back into the ring. Byrd proceeds to run through his encyclopedia of suplexes. He goes for the cover after a head and arm suplex, but Sandiego kicks out at two. Byrd climbs to the top, and goes for a flying knee drop. He misses, driving his knee into the mat.::

PH: "Byrd may have just broken his knee. That does not look to be a fun way to land."

::Sandiego weakly gets to his feet. He then goes to work on Byrd's knee. He repeatedly drives the knee into the mat.::

JR: "And Sandiego goes directly for the injured knee.::

::Sandiego hammers on the knee repeatedly. He locks on the Figure Four, and Byrd screams in pain. He fights the move for about a minute, until he finally makes it to the ropes. The ref orders the hold broken. Sandiego picks Byrd up. He can hardly stand on his injured leg, and it collapses under his weight.::

JR: "It appears that Byrd can't put any weight on that injured knee."

::Sandiego picks Byrd up again, and attempts to whip him into the corner. Unfortunately, the referee gets blasted by Byrd, and he falls unconscious. Sandiego positions himself behind Byrd, and takes him down with a corkscrew leg whip.::

JR: "The ref is down. But Sandiego continues to work on the knee.::

::Sandiego drops all his weight on Byrd's knee, and once again locks on the Figure Four. Byrd screams, and tries to fight his way to the ropes. He makes it, but there is no ref to call for a brea

[JustJon]

*<font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> is entering the arena as the man in the RFW polo shirt runs up to him.*

<font color=red><b>Coda</b></font>: Before you ask, yes I saw it. Three things, then I'm going to go warm up. One. No one mentioned the RFW MerchZone before me. He's still copying me. Two. He's lifting over 300 pounds like that? Either it's styrofoam or he's a roid freak. Three. I pinned him cleanly two weeks ago. Check the tapes.

See you Rock n' Roll Revolutionaries in the ring!

*<font color=red><b>Coda</b></font> enters the arena*

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[Se7en]

JR: Boy, I tell you Paul, this next contest will be hotter than my homemade BBQ sauce! Our next match is going to be a barn-burner!

PH: Why do you do that, JR? Use your dumb little Oklahoma catch phrases? Not everyone speaks Hick like you do.

JR: Why don't you just kiss my Oklahoma ass, Paul? On second thought, don't - you might enjoy it.

PH (nervously): Those are just rumours!!!

::The lights dim as Zero's Fez-O-Tron video plays and he comes out - with the masked man - to exploding pyro. The bandages had been removed from his forehead, but the wounds from last week's hardcore match were still fresh enough to show the damage that had been done.::

JR: Zero has come out with this masked man who we've seen around lately. No one seems to know who he is, but he's caused a lot of trouble in the short time he's been with Zero.

PH: And no one knows that more than the O.I.C. Last week, he had Zero beat, and thanks to this man, Zero picked up the win.

::Zero removed the microphone from the announcer's hands.::

PH: Oh great, here we go! Get ready for another whining session, Ross!

::Before Zero can begin to speak, the lights go dim...The lights in the arena turn into a deep purple hue as smoke envelops the rampway as creepy organ music plays and the lights automatically turn off. A shriek is heard in the background as an hour glass appear on the Whatley-Tron and the words... THE APOCALYPSE IS NOW... for you!" The crowd goes nuts!::

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JR: The Reaper! 7'5", 347 lbs.! He's a HOSS, BY GAWD!

PH: And he isn't wasting any time! He's headed right for the ring.

::The Reaper ran down the entrance ramp and straight into the ring. Immediately, both Zero and the masked man attacked him, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. For a brief moment, Reaper disappeared beneath a blur of swinging limbs.then rose up with a burst of strength, sending both men flying sideways! He grabbed the masked man by the neck, and with one swift motion, tossed him like a child straight over the top rope and down to the ground below.::

JR: Look at the strength of the Reaper! He threw the masked man out over the top rope like he was a sack of potatoes!

PH: I haven't seen someone kicked to the curb like that since Lawler's last wife ditched him!

::While Reaper was momentarily distracted, Zero took the opportunity to launch an onslaught of his own. He aimed a kick straight to the back of Reaper's head, slamming the flat of his boot against the big man's skull. Reaper grunted, and stumbled forward a step. He spun around to face Zero. The smaller man continued his assault, landing several judo kicks to Reaper's midsection. The big man took all that Zero could give.::

JR: Well he's not going to get the big man off his feet that way, Paul.

PH: Reaper's absorbing everything Zero's throwing at him! The only way Zero can hope to survive is if he gets him out of a vertical base and onto his back.

::Reaper no sold all of Zero's kicks, and when his opponent attempted to deliver another one, he grabbed him by his outstretched leg, and then kicked the other one out from under him. Zero fell back onto the mat, his legs trapped in Reaper's large hands. Reaper tucked both feet under his arms, and began to spin Zero around.::

JR: Giant swing!

PH: Zero had better have some frequent flier miles stocked up, he's about to go for a ride!

:: Reaper spun Zero around for a few seconds, then released him - sending his head straight into a turnbuckle. Zero was dazed, and Reaper picked him up with ease. He pummeled Zero in the corner with his fists, and rammed him in the ribcage with his massive knees. The smaller man slumped in the corner, but Reaper picked him up, above his head, into a gorilla press slam. He moved around the ring, carrying Zero with great ease, playing to the fans. Finally, he moved towards the announcers table.::

JR: What the hell is he doing? He's coming over here, Paul!

PH: Jim..

[PanterA]

Oic & Gvac VS The Fransico Bros.

Oic & Gvac get help from a chair whelding Max Silk Knocking out Michael and Joey Fransico solidifying the win for OIC & Gvac!

[Silly Puddy]

Max Silk heads back up the ramp after laying out The Francisco brothers. He's still looking pretty beat-up from his prior attacks. The neckbrace is still on, his ribs are bandaged, and he's limping noticably. He has a microphone in his hand.


Max Silk: (in his most sarcastic voice) Well, "Big Poochie", there's the appearance you demanded. Hope you got your money's worth.

Max slams the microphone down, and the crowd cheers. Oddly enough, Max seems to be enjoying his newfound popularity.


JR: My God, Max Silk just outsmarted the owner of this company.

PH: Maybe he did tonight, Ross. But trust me, he who laughs last, laughs loudest. And I can bet you that our beloved boss has a number in store for the pretty-boy of the RFW.




I think, therefore I am..............a moron.

[PanterA]

JR: "Well folks here it is the final match of the night and this one is to decide who will move on to the final round of the tournament for the belts."

Paul: "That's right JR and our other 2 finalists have been decided already. So that means next Sunday we will find out who walks out with what belt."

JR: "Those other 2 finalists are SS Byrd and The Reaper. Now the match will be set up as a 3 way elimination match. The first man to get pinned will be the Hard-core Champion, Second will be IC Champ and the last man standing and winner of the match will be Heavy Weight Champion!"

Paul: "So what your saying is that no matter who wins or loses will end up wearing gold no matter what?"

JR: "That's right Paul, and this match< RFMark VS Coda will decide the third man in that match up next Sunday."

Paul: "Sounds like a no lose situation to me JR."

JR: "Well unless you're the loser of this match right now, it is a no lose situation."

Paul: "Speaking of this match here comes RFMark now!"

Announcer: "Making his way to the ring....The Prototype, Ron Fez Mark!"

::Crowd goes crazy::

*Mark enters the ring and stands on the second turn buckle raising both hands in the air while every camera flash in the arena goes off*

Announcer: "And his opponent The Rock and Roll Messiah...COOOOOOODAAA!"

::Crowd goes crazy::

*Coda runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stands up quickly and stares straight into the eyes of RFM as they stand nose to nose. Coda walks off to the corner keeping his eyes locked on RFMark. Coda climbs to the second turn buckle and plays air guitar for the crowd as every flash goes off from the audience."

JR: "I've never seen the crowd so into both opponents at the same time."

Paul: "Even I don't know who to root for!"

*Coda jumps down from the turn buckle and both men are nose to nose again as the bell rings to start the match.*

JR: "Well here we go Paul, one of these men will move on and is guaranteed a belt, the other will just walk away."

*Both men begin exchanging insults in the middle of the ring. RFM says something to Coda. Coda takes a step back and smiles. The smile turns to an angry glare as he throws 2 quick right hands that send RFM wheeling back. Coda charges RFM with a huge clothesline knocking mark flat on his back. Coda quickly boots the boots to Mark as he slides out of the ring. Mark on the outside looking to catch a break and his thoughts doesn't notice Coda diving threw the second and top rope and driving his shoulder into RFM's chest. Both men go crashing into the announce table*

JR: "Oh my what an impact!"

Paul: "That almost took our table out!"

*Coda is the first to his feet and helps RFM to his with a fist full of hair. Coda goes to Irish whip RFM but Mark was able to reverse and Irish whip Coda into the steel stairs. Coda barrels threw the stairs knocking the top stair a good 2 feet away. RFM grabs a chair and walks towards Coda.*

JR: "What's he doing this isn't a hard-core match, he could get disqualified for using that chair!"

*RFM raises the chair over his head but Coda was quick enough to grab the top stair and use it like a shield. The chair slams down onto the steel stair and RFM lets go of the chair and shakes his hands out from the shock of steel hitting steel. Coda gets to his feet and unleashes a serious right hand droping Mark. Coda rolls in and out of the ring to stop and start the count all over. Coda picks mark up and slams his head into the announce table.*

Jr: "Coda bounces Marks head on our announce table."

*Coda places Mark onto the announce table and rolls into the ring. Coda quickly climbs to the top rope.*

Paul: "He's not going to do what i think he's going to do, is he?!"

*Coda plays the air guitar then dives off the top rope to the outside looking a huge leg drop but Mark was able to roll off the table just in time causeing Coda to crash threw the table.*

::Holy Shit Holy Shit Holy Shit::

*Mark gets to his feet and rolls in and out of the ring to again stop the count. The ref Sid Ross