Friday Friday Friday!
Number Eight... (Brap)

(Camera pans the Cowpie Palace. The two pyro guys and Girl Friday are sporting gas masks. The pyros bring just some cigarette lighters, flick them quickly and run. Girl Friday runs away too.)
Welcome to another great edition of Friday Friday Friday! I am your host, Angus "Vince" McMadden. And with me as always is Gary "the Glutton" Gourmando. We've got a terrific show lined up for you tonight. We'll see T-Ray take on The Red Snapper. Also we will witness the debut of Tyrone Mayhem as he faces the Pencil Necked Geek...
Oh great, that little pissant is back again. I dare him to show his scrawny little face around our table, why I'll, uh...
You'll what? That's good,Gary. As I was saying we have a non-title bout between Bohemoth and Mira Maniac, as well as the Wrestler Smurf as he takes on Très Sheik.
Did we lose some sponsorship or something? You call that a line up? Bad enough we get little draw at this stinkhole.
I believe Announcer Lad is ready to get this show on the road. The mic's yours, Announcer Lad!
This contest is set for one fall, making his way to the ring and hailing from Smurf Village, it's Wrestler Smurf! (The Smurfs' theme plays and Wrestler Smurf walks down the aisle wiping tears from his face.) His opponent, hailing from the United Arab Emirates, Très Sheik! The modified version of "Supermodel" plays. The Sheik arrives at the ring with The Rogue and his hookah in tow.
***bell rings
All right folks, here we go. The Smurf and Sheik lock up. Sheik pushes the Smurf into the turn buckle. Sheik laughing at his opponent. Smurf running up behind Sheik while his back is turned and gives a bulldogging headlock. Nice maneuver on the part of the Smurf! Smurf taking control now. He's got Sheik in an armbar. Sheik reverses, and sends Smurf for the ride and clothesline! Sheik already attempting a cover.! kickout!"
Oh please! You couldn't really expect a win this early. BRAAAAAAAP! Pardon! These darn concession stand sodas, I swear, they have more air than they do drink!
Sheik is climbing the top ropes now?!? Unbelievable! He's going for a moonsault and NO! Smurf rolls out of the way! Sheik is down and Smurf goes for the cover, 1..2..shoulder up! Bad luck for the Smurf. Smurf, irritated, makes his way to his corner to consult with Smurfette while the Sheik staggers around dazed. Smurf nodding and goes right after Sheik. Wow! Smurf is setting up for the "lalalalalala". He hits it. Sheik is screaming in pain!
Would that be from the pain of the hold or that Smurf's horrible singing? I think I have heard better from the cats in the Chinese restaurant behind my house!
The ref is calling for the bell, this match is over!
Here is your winner, as a result of a submission, Wrestler Smurf!
Hey Vince, I just noticed something, we don't have any tag matches scheduled this week.
Brilliant deduction, Gary. Your point being?
No point really, just trying to fill up some time.
Quiet now. Announcer Lad is ready to announce the next match.
This contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, Tyrone Mayhem! (Some crowd pop to welcome the new wrestler.)
And his opponent, hailing from Computers Unknown, and weighing in at 115 lbs, The Pencil Necked Geek!
(The Geek's theme music plays, but the Geek is nowhere to be seen.)
What's going on here? Where's the Geek? Hey, get a spare ref to check the dressing room for him.
I knew that I scared the little pipsqueak off. That or he got his suspenders caught on the bathroom hook again. HA HA HA Urp. Excuse me. Hey! Get someone to bring me some Beano, before this place really stinks up!
For once I agree. Where is that guy? Hey! Look up at the Monstron!
A live video feed is displayed on the screen. A pan of a small plainly decorated bedroom. An Albert Einstein poster and a periodic table adorn the wall. A model of the Starship Enterprise is seen on a chest of drawers. A telescope sticks out of a window, but strangely, it's pointed at the sky and not at some window.
The visage of the Pencil Necked Geek appears now on the screen.
PNG: Ha! Welcome to my humble abode. Yes, I am at home. And I have proven to you that I am the smartest wrestler in the STWF. While that goon Mayhem is there in the ring, I am at home resting with my UNIX and watching the other losers work today. You should have thought twice about signing an unknown stip match with me. Ha, you see Mayhem, the stip is, no matter what, I win!!! Hahaha! That's right. I don't even have to leave my house in order to win. Sometimes you people are so stupid it's not funny. Just consider yourself lucky that you didn't have to wrestle with me today. You would have been sharpened beyond belief! I've had enough of talking to your ugly mugs. I'm going to surf the net now. Heeheeheeheehee!
(Screen fades to black.)

Look at the look on Mayhem's face. He's enraged. He's leaving the ring throwing chairs around. Not a good start for our newest wrestler. After this fiasco, I think we need some commercials.

SuperCard III - if you ain't up to speed by now, yo' ass better call someone.

What do a disgruntled actor, a Ricky Ricardo wanna-be, and a horse that allegedly talks have in common?
I don't know either. But somehow they got together. And they claim "they're going to make it after all!"
Nik at Nyte. Coming soon to the STWF...if we let 'em.

(A montage of wrestlers loitering around the local bar near Slobberknocker Arena, some drunk, others getting there.)
STWF... Attitude.

Der Kommissaar's really scraping the bottom of the barrel with those ads! What the hell is this "Attitude" thing supposed to mean?
Just get with the program, Gary! We don't have time to discuss Kommissaar's choice of ads. On with the next match.
This contest is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring and hailing from Beavertail, GA, T-Ray! ("Truckin'" plays over the PA system.) And his opponent, from St. John's Newfoundland, the Red Snapper!
(Snapper is in the ring. He raises his costume claws to virtually no pop.)
This is shaping up to be an interesting match. Two wrestlers, one new, one who might as well be, here tonight in action. T-Ray tries to send Snapper for an Irish Whip. Snapper reverses it! T-Ray in the turnbuckle. Red Snapper not wasting any time, grabs T-Ray by the hair and starts giving him punches to the head 1..2.......8..9..10! The crowd here at the Cowpie Palace just loves it. Snapper now in control goes for a short clothesline. He hits it. This is not looking too good for T-Ray right now. Snapper gives him a few kicks to the midsection. Now a leg drop. Cover: 1..kickout. Nice try on the part of Snapper.
If you say so Vince.
How many times do I have to tell you, Gary. Only my close friends get to call me Vince, you aren't one of them. Wait! What's this? It's Street Mime coming down out of the rafters on a rappeling cord! The two wrestlers are stunned as to why he's down there. Street Mime now pointing his "bat" at the head of Red Snapper. Red Snapper not amused by this grabs the bat away from Street Mime. Street Mime raises his arms in a "trust me" pose. He is retrieving his bat and is now headed back up into the rafters. Don't ask me folks, I'm just the announcer here. Oh wow, T-Ray with the roll-up: 1.2.3!
Well, that was a colossal waste of time. What's up next, VINCE?
Let's listen to Announcer Lad.
This non-title match is set for one fall. Making his way to the ring, hailing from Hollywood, CA and accompanied by his manager(?) Mira 2, here comes Mira Maniac! And the STWF North American champion, hailing from Charleston, WV and representing the Asylum Alliance, Bohemoth! (Massive pop from the audience. Chants of "you're not safe", even though it's not ThatGuy.)
I think Bohemoth needs to get a catchphrase.
Here we go. These two wrestlers have been battling it out verbally and now it's time for them to put up or shut up. Bohemoth getting things started with an armbar. Maniac is beating his shoulder and reverses it. Now Bohemoth's turn to feel some pain. Bohemoth now with elbows to the midsection. The hold is broken. Bohemoth is running against the ropes and bounces off running back toward Maniac who is waiting with his head lowered. Bohemoth capitalizes on this, grabs the maniac's head and gives him a DDT! Maniac down and a cover, 1...2..shoulder up. Bohemoth not happy, grabs the Maniac's neck turns around and delivers a neckbreaker! Man, that's gotta hurt!
Who are you kidding, their necks don't really get broken, you see, when it is being set up...
Shut up, Gary!!! You know the rules! Back to the action, which appears to have spilled out of the ring. The two men are scuffling, headed dangerously close to Mira 2. Bohemoth grabs Maniac's head and pounds it into a ring post. Now, with Maniac in a headlock, Bohemoth is bringing him toward his manager. Ooh, Maniac's head has hit Mira 2. Bohemoth now rolling back into the ring. Mira Maniac is on his knees apologizing and weeping over his fallen manager. He is stroking the steel reinforced poster. Ugh, now he's kissing it. Cameraman! Go to the ring and get footage of the ref and Bohemoth, or at the very least a funny sign. The ref is counting 8...9...10! The ref is now calling for the bell.
Here is your winner as a result of a countout, Bohemoth!
(Shot of a sign that says "We Paid to See Kimbo")
A little late on the sign, cameraman. And that one's not even funny!
The Maniac is still visibly upset as he carries his manager and the tripod she(?) sits on back to the dressing room area. Bohemoth with a self satisfied smirk on his face. Is this a sign of things to come between the Maniac and Bohemoth? Only time will tell.
Gee, how original. I've had enough of this. I'm starved. See ya round, Vince.
Well folks, that brings us to the end of another exciting FFF. So until next time, I'm Angus "Vince" McMadden and on behalf of Gary, good night. And remember to tune in to the next Friday Friday Friday, because one Friday is never enough!
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