The November Challenge

[HailtotheYo]

guess my alternate ass better get something written then

[Katsuya]

You can make that four now, Starr-some.

[Sousa]

Ten hours left now.

...shiiit, I thought the deadline passed last night and stopped working.

You'll hear from me.

[JStarr]

Up to five.

I'm on Nashville time right now instead of Florida time, so that gives everyone an extra hour.

I am so fucking nice to you guys, it's pathetic.

[JStarr]

Okay, just so we finish up on a halfway decent note, I'm going to give until midnight tonight.

Anyone who doesn't get finished gets the five days off. And after we crown a winner here, I'm going to ask that the Arena be closed and deleted.

This really should put the last nail in the coffin of "King of the Dome."

[arwrestling]

Awe really? That's too bad, these things are fun.

[HailtotheYo]

Yes, thank you to all you jerkfaces.

I rather enjoyed the monthly comps.

Fucking asses.

[GA!]

Okay, just so we finish up on a halfway decent note, I'm going to give until midnight tonight.

Anyone who doesn't get finished gets the five days off. And after we crown a winner here, I'm going to ask that the Arena be closed and deleted.

This really should put the last nail in the coffin of "King of the Dome."

Isn't it up to IDOL if the Arena stays or goes now?

[JStarr]

Okay, just so we finish up on a halfway decent note, I'm going to give until midnight tonight.

Anyone who doesn't get finished gets the five days off. And after we crown a winner here, I'm going to ask that the Arena be closed and deleted.

This really should put the last nail in the coffin of "King of the Dome."

Isn't it up to IDOL if the Arena stays or goes now?

Sure, he has a say, and if he's willing to put running it on his plate, so be it. Otherwise, I still have some stroke as to what goes on here, and it'll likely be gone.

At the end of the day, I asked for this subforum, and I don't feel like it's performed the way it should have. So, killing it should be more my decision than anyone else's, while I still have the ability to make decisions.

[JStarr]

All right, we have five entrants for the judges to rank up, and without further gnashing of teeth, I present them now:

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Entry #1:

Both men gritted their teeth as the bell rang. Looking out of the corners of their eyes they could see the prize dangling over one of the corners, hanging from the pole and they knew they needed to get their hands on it. For different reasons admittedly but the passion was still there as they charged towards each other and quickly locked.

Being the much bigger man, Giant Bernard was able to force Matt Hardy onto one knee before forcing him further and then kneeing him across the face. Matt quickly dropped onto the ring canvas and was followed down by Bernard’s right leg that slammed hard onto Matt’s jaw. The former ECW Champion seemed already dazed by the sheer weight that had crashed down on him and was evidently struggling when Bernard dragged him to his feet moments later before smashing his left elbow at his opponent. Hardy bounced off the ropes and into the waiting arms of Bernard who lifted him onto his shoulder before slamming him onto the mat.

From there, Bernard tried to continue with his initial plan of targeting Hardy’s face and jaw with a hard sleeper hold that Matt eventually managed to wriggle free from. Crawling away from Bernard, Hardy had the time to pick himself up and think about mounting attack but as he rushed the bigger man he was on the receiving end of a massive lariat. Hardy’s neck flipped back on itself as he crashed to the canvas with Bernard once again resorting to his seemingly expanding submission repertoire to pile pressure on Hardy’s jaw.

Once again though, Hardy wriggled free and got to his feet and thankfully for him he managed to connect with some offence as he pounded Giant Bernard across the chest with a right forearm. Bernard however, barely seemed to feel the effects of the forearm and after taking a step to catch his balance, simply shoved Hardy away.

Hardy, to his credit, didn’t give up that easily and quickly returned with another forearm that forced Bernard to take two steps to catch his balance and before Bernard could respond, Hardy had bounced off the ropes again and levelled Bernard with a flying forearm. The crowd, of course, were whipped up by Hardy’s enthusiasm and he quickly went after the pole in the corner. Climbing onto the bottom rope Matt tried to release the pole only for Bernard to club him across the back and then toss him into the centre of the ring.

Bernard looked up at the pole and seemed to consider reaching for it but as he did, Matt Hardy took a hold of his right foot and dragged him onto the mat with an attempted surfboard. Bernard however was not going to let Matt tied him up and despite being forced onto the ring apron quickly kicked Hardy away before landing on him with an elbow.

Seemingly switching priorities, Bernard smashed Hardy’s knee onto the canvas from about three feet up and then dropped Hardy’s right leg over the top rope having lifted him onto his right shoulder. Matt immediately clutched his right leg in pain as Giant Bernard started towards the pole in the corner.

Stepping onto the second rope, the prize was well within Bernard’s reach but he just couldn’t undo the tie at the top and was forced back into the ring by Matt Hardy scrambling. Ducking between Bernard’s legs after recovering onto his weak foot, Matt Hardy used every ounce of the power left in his body to hoist Bernard up and drop him with something close to a falling powerbomb.

The move seemed to level matter somewhat and after taking their time to recover, Hardy went at Bernard with another round of forearms and quick drops knowing he had to wear the bigger man down a lot more and despite the clear size advantage Hardy was holding his own; especially when he was able to pre-empt Bernard’s own attempt at a reversal and drop to the apron. With Bernard doing his utmost to turn the momentum caused from an Irish whip into something useful for him, Bernard tried to kick Hardy in the head, missed and ended up storming over the top rope and landed very awkwardly on a combination of his right shoulder and his head.

That also triggered a big reaction of support from the fans for Hardy who needed towards the pole in the corner before realising that Bernard was following. Aware of Bernard’s presence back in the ring, Hardy seemed happy to “bluff” his opponent that he was trying to untangle the prize from the pole and with Giant Bernard within reach; Hardy jumped from the second rope with a rope assisted drop-kick that caught Bernard square in the chest. The big man was forced onto the canvas and after turning around, Matt Hardy dropped a big leg over Bernard’s hurt shoulder and head.

Both men took their time standing up once again, with Bernard actually being the once to recover quicker only for Hardy to duck his lariat attempt. Hardy responded off the ropes with another forearm attempt except that this time Bernard caught Hardy by the throat with both hands and seemed poised to plant him with the Baldo Bomb.

However, in an act of complete desperation; Hardy pounded Bernard with his right foot in the chest and it proved enough to knock Giant Bernard off balance. Matt was released from his grip and after finding his feet, Hardy forced Bernard to double over with a kick to the gut before landing the Twist of Fate.

The crowd were on their feet as Hardy scrambled up and after a few moments of toying with the strings, he unhooked the prize.

He unhooked the Eastern European builder and held him tightly to his chest.

He’d won the Pole on a pole match.

He’d get his new kitchen for a criminally cheap rate.

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Entry #2:

Midget on a Pole Match~!

Intro/Rules: In one of the most intisipated matches of Wrestlemania history, Doink the Clown is set to take on Finaly in the first ever Midget on a Pole Match at Wrestlemania 30. The rules are quite simply, each wrestlers Midget is harnessed to a pole on opposite corners of the ring. To win the match, you must first take your midget off the pole (Which then makes him legal in the match). Once you obtain your midget you can then at anytime pin or submit your opponent for the win.

Doink the Clown w/ Dink the Clown Vs. Finaly w/ Hornswoggle

As the sold out crowd wait for one the biggest Wrestlemania matches in history, the ring crew set the poles to each corner post. The crowd start to get unsettled, but not before long Doink the Clown's music hits, Doink & Dink come out to a pop from the crowd. Both clowns make their way down the entrance ramp and towards the crowd. Doink stops along the way and makes a ballon poodle and gives it to a fan. They both roll into the ring and work the crowd. Doink ready's himself for the match as the ring crew put Dink in his harness and get ready to hoist him up the pole.

Finaly's music hits soon after, both Finaly and Hornswoggle come out to some heat from the crowd. Ever since Finlay and Hornswoggle inturupted and wrecked Doink and Dink's Clown Circus on Monday Night RAW, the fan's have turned on them both. Finaly and Hornswoggle stroll down the entrance ramp and roll into the ring. Hornswoggle starts to get suited up by the ring crew as Finlay jumps Doink to start the match.

Finlay starts to brawl with Doink, taking control of the match. Finlay hits repeated clubbing blows to the back of Doink's head, sending Doink to the ground. Finlay struts over to the suspended Dink the Clown, he steps up to the second rope and starts to laugh at Dink. Dink whilst, thrashing about trying to kick and hit FInlay recives a almight slap in the face from Finlay. Finlay is building some nice heat with the crowd as they start to boo and taunt him. He starts laughing at the crowd, but not for long as Doink slides under Finlay and powerbomb's him off the second rope. Doint starts to celebrate in the ring, he runs up and climbs to the second rope. He gives Dink a high five and then jumps back down, laughing at Finlay. Doink quickly realises that he has to get Dink down and runs back up the the second rope. Doink starts fiddling around with Dink's harness, but doesn't make any progress as Finlay clubs him in the back of the neck and then pulls him down off the second rope. Finlay whips Doink into the opposite corner, Finlay charges in and hits a splash on Doink. Finlay then lifts the dazed Doink up and sits him on the top turnbuckle, Hornswoggle starts to kick Doink in the back of the head as Finlay starts to lay some punches into Doink's head. Finlay stops to taunt the crowd and the dazed Doink falls face-first onto the mat.

Finlay keeps taunting the crowd, who respond with more boo's and taunts. Finlay starts to take control of the match hitting some nice power moves on Doink. Finlay sends Doink into the ropes and charges straight behind him, as Doink turns Finlay clotheslines him sending him over the top rope and to the floor outside. Doink is down and out, he has taken a massive beating from Finlay. Finlay looks up at Hornswoggle who is squirming to get free, FInlay climbs the second rope and unhooks Hornswoggle from his harness setting him free. Hornswoggle starts going crazy, he slides out of the ring and starts to beat on Doink. Hornswoggle musters up the strenght to roll Doink back into the ring. Finlay picks the dazed Doink up and laughs in his face, he then sends him in a whip towards the ropes, as Doink comes back he ducks Finlay's clothesline. He bounces off the ropes again and whilst doing it sends Hornswoggle flying to the floor as he was trying to get back into the ring. Doink flys back at Finlay and hits a Clothesline, sending Finlay to the mat. Finlay gets straight back up, only to be sent back to the mat by another clothesline by Doink. Finlay is straight back up, this time Doink hits a scoop slam on Finlay, sending him back to the mat. Finlay seems to be down and out. Doink takes this time to climb the turnbuckle and free Dink from his harness. Dink fly's off the top rope and hits a splash on Finlay, Doink follows with an elbow drop from the second rope. Doink makes the cover. 1.... 2.... kickout. Hornswoggle rolls back into the ring and starts to brawl with Dink. Doink goes to pick Finlay up, but recives a low blow for his actions. Finlay whips Doink in to the corner, who squashes the ref, who was standing in the corner. The ref is down and out as Finlay hits a spinebuster on Doink. Hornswoggle has gotten the better of Dink who is down in the middle of the ring.

Finlay tells Hornswoggle to grab something outside of the ring. Hornswoggle slides a steel chair into the ring and Finlay picks it up, eyeing off Doink who is slowly making his way to his feet. Dink is up and going, he hits a baseball slide on Hornswoggle who was trying to get back into the ring, sending him back to the floor. Dink runs and jumps up onto the back of Finlay, preventing him from hitting Doink with the chair. Finlay drops the chair and flings Dink to the ground. Doink is up and kicks Finlay in the gut, and hits a scoop slam on him sending him the the ground. Doink the sets Finlay up and applys the Stump Puller(An Inverted Boston Crab) Finlay is squirming in pain, trying to break free of the Puller or reach the ropes. Dink picks up the chair and walks towards Finlay he starts pointing at Finlay and yelling at him. Dink kicks Finlay in the face as Hornswoggle rolls back into the ring. Hornswoggle goes to charge Dink who has the chair ready to strike, but stops dead just feet before him. Hornswoggle starts to laugh and nods. Dink turns around and smashes Doink the Clown in the head with the chair, which breaks the Stump Puller and sends Doink down and out to the mat. Finlay staggers to his feet as Dink and Hornswoggle are jumping around celebrating together. Finlay picks his Shillelagh up from the corner of the ring, both Hornswoggle and Dink pull Doink up the his knees and hold him still. Finlay hits Doink in the head with the Shillelagh sending him back to the mat. Finlay tells Hornswoggle and Dink to climb to the top, the both climb the same turnbuckle and wait at the top rope. Finlay picks up Doink, he sets him up and hits the Celtic Cross sending Doink to the mat, near the corner. Dink then hits a Tadpole Splash on Doink followed by Hornswoggle who hits another Tadpole Splash onto the prone Doink. Finlay makes the cover as Hornswoggle and Dink pull the ref towards Finlay. The ref slowly makes the count. 1.......2.........3. Finlay stands up and starts to celebrate with Hornswoggle and Dink as he has just beat his arch rival Doink the Clown and has also walked away with two midgets instead of one. Finlay, Hornswoggle and Dink make their way to the back as Doink is helped out of the ring by medics and some ring crew. The three of them are laughing at Doink who looks to be in pain. This feud is only just getting started.

Your winner of the first ever Midget on a Pole match: Finlay

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Entry #3:

Jake Roberts - Scott Hall (Six Pack on a Pole Match)

"Hello everybody I'm Gorilla Monsoon and along side me is Bobby 'The Brain' Heenan and what a doozy we have for you tonight people ... It's Jake Roberts and Scott Hall in a SIX PACK ON A POLE MATCH !"

"This match is biased and unfair Gorilla. Clearly those in charge don't want Jake Roberts to win this match."

" 'Brain' why in the world would you say that ?"

"Oh come on Monsoon, don't play stupid with me. Everybody knows that Roberts is a whiskey man. It'd be one thing if they where deciding whether to put Wild Turkey or Jack Daniels on the pole but having a six pack of beer is obviously going to favor Scott Hall. I mean if I where Jake why the heck would I even care ? I don't drink that crap ... give me some real alcohol if you want me to give a solid effort out here."

"Will you stop it Heenan .... that's just .... absurd."

Jake Roberst VS Scott Hall - Six Pack On A Pole Match

The immediate reaction from Roberts was what Heenan had alluded too. He took one look at the beer and scoffed. Hall took that moment to rush up the ropes and try to snag the six pack just seconds after the bell sounded. Roberts didn't let that happen though and got a handful of Hall's tights before he could grab the pole. Hall did manage to get ahold of one of the beer cans though and it popped out and fell to the mat with him. Roberts leaned over and tried to smack Hall in the face but got a beer can in his for his efforts. The can started sparying the shaken up beverage due to the impact of hitting Roberts' noggin. Hall immediately abandoned the fight and started lapping up the beer from the mat.

"See Monsoon ... SEE, Hall has so much more at stake here than Roberts."

"Oh shut up Heenean."

Roberts had time to get up and saw the display before him and started laughing. He got Hall's attention and then kicked the damaged beer can out of the ring. Hall was livid. He stormed Roberts and beat the crap out of him in the corner. Scott even hit Jake with one of Roberts' patented DDT's before sliding outside the ring and salvaging what he could of the lost soldier known as beer can #1. Infuriated at what Jake had done, Hall stormed the ring and continued the assault on the downed Jake Roberts.

"Uhm Heenan, you might be right about Hall here ..."

"OF COURSE I AM ! LOOK AT THAT ... nobody fights like that unless they're fighting in something they believe in, something they care about above all else !"

"Well Roberts had better wake up because Hall is really putting a pounding on his Mandibularplexis there and without that in working order it'll be tough to down those shots tonight to kill the pain."

"That's nothing compared to the pain Hall just felt seeing a beer wasted like that."

Hall had taken control of the match but the wiley veteran Jake Roberts wasn't without his own bag of tricks, literally. Inching ever closer to the corner Roberts reached out for his trusty green bag. Hall realised what was going on just as Jake opened it up and got his hand inside. Hall jumped back fully expeting a huge ass snake to be tossed out. Instead, it was a case of Budweiser. Jake Roberts you crafty devil you.

"THAT'S BLATANT CHEATING MONSOON ! There's no way in hell you can ask a man to choose a six - er, now five back over a CASE !"

"Jake Roberts showing his wit once again here tonight fans. This is the kind of stuff that has made his mind games legendary in this business."

Hall's eyes widened in disbelief. A mile wide grin came over his face and he jumped on the case as though he were pinning it to try and win the match. Roberts rested against the ropes for a few moments and watched in glee as Hall all but had an orgasm over the case of Budweiser. That is, until he opened it and saw that the bottles inside where labeled COORS. The rage that grew inside Scott Hall was reflected by his eyes rolling back in his head. Roberts knew he was in trouble and moved as fast as he possibly could to try and get to the pole. A COORS bottle to the back of his head put him on the mat just inches from the turnbuckles. Hall went nuts tossing the COORS bottles around and outside the ring, and tearing into the case of Bud, hoping and praying that somehow there'd be an actual Budweiser in there. There wasn't, and Hall turned around weeping. He went to the downed Roberts and began asking him 'why would you do that ? You don't do that Jake, you don't do that !' Hall continued to say that over and over as he tried to get a response from the barely conscious Roberts.

"You see that Monsoon. Hall is in shambles, he thought there were Buds in that danged case ! COORS is beer flavored water Monsoon, YOU CAN'T TOY WITH A MAN LIKE THAT !"

"This certainly isn't the first time that beer has given Hall an altered state of mind and clouded his judgement. His cerebral cortex is clearly under the influence of the beer here 'Brain' and if he doesn't watch it he'll get himself disqualified."

"Do you honestly think that Hall cares about that ? He just got the 'ol brother-in-law switcharoo with the beer. This man wants answers."

The limp body of Roberts wasn't giving him any and that was only making Hall even more mad. Stomps and kicks to the head followed as Hall started taking his rage out on the man that caused it. Roberts wasn't dead yet though and slowly his hand made its way towards one of the COORS bottles that Hall had been tossing around wildly. As he wrapped his fingers around the neck of the bottle, Hall caught what he was doing. Scott stepped on Jake's wrist and leaned in to talk some shit. That was the plan all along. Roberts wrapped Hall up in a schoolboy before remembering that the match was a six pack on a pole match. The pin did no good. Well, it did in the fact that it got Roberts the upper hand. As Hall got up, Roberts nailed him over the head with the bottle that he'd picked up. The bottle shattered and down when Hall, right into a pool left behind from the beer can that burst earlier in the match. Roberts shot up the turnbuckles and was standing right in front of the six pack, but he couldn't reach upwards.

" 'Brain' I'm not understanding what Roberts is doing. All he has to do is reach out and grab the six pack and he wins the match !"

"Obviously Monsoon you haven't enjoyed some of the finer things in life, like a good bourbon or whiskey. Jake Roberts is a highly refined drinker and there's no way he can bring himself to grab a beer. I don't blame him."

Roberts didn't grab the six pack but instead put his hand around the pole that it was attatched too. He tried but just couldn't put his hand out far enough to grab the six pack. It was beer, not whiskey, and not what he wanted. Roberts shook his head in disgust and started out one more time to grab the six pack. His hands began shaking and the shaking grew more and more violent the closer it got to the six pack. Roberts never got the chance to see if he could break through. Hall came up behind him and sent Jake crashing down to the mat with the Outsider's/Razor's Edge. Jake had been clutching the pole though and the five remaining beers slammed into the back of Hall's head. Both men went down and neither was getting up. The cans sprayed beer all over the mat and both Roberts and Hall. Neither man stirred. The ref had no choice but to call for the bell and officially declare a no contest.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing here 'Brain.' A no contest in a pole match ?"

"What do you mean you can't believe what you're seeing. I fully expected this and am positive that Roberts and Hall have had plenty of no contests with alcohol. The biggest part of this match was the battle against the six pack Monsoon. Neither of them were going to win that one."

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Entry #4:

Rob Van Dam vs. Chris Jericho

Contract on a Pole Match, RAW, November 18th 2002

The crowd's interest quickly rose as we returned from the commercial break, and the music of Rob Van Dam hit. RVD wasted little time in getting in to the ring, slapping hands with a few fans along the way, before he ascended to the top rope and did his three thumbs pose, the crowd chanting his name as he did so. The cheers for Van Dam descended in to a chorus of boos, on the other hand, as the countdown began and Chris Jericho made his entry (still to Saliva's "King of My World"). With the bandages he had shown off earlier in the night still attatched to his forehead and body, Jericho stared at RVD the entire time he was walking down to the ring; RVD, in response, dropkicked Jericho off the ropes when he draped himself across them. The referee had no hesitation in calling the bell, with Jim Ross reminding us that this was, after all, a No DQ match - all either man had to do was to grab the contract off the pole, in order to win the title shot against Shawn Michaels the following week.

Van Dam took advantage of his early attack and vaulted up the ropes, reaching for the contract. As he realised that he wasn't tall enough to simply stand on the top turnbuckle and reach up, he started to wrap his legs around the pole and shimmy up. A quickly rising Jericho had other ideas though, and by pulling Van Dam down from the pole, he forced RVD in to a rather uncomfortable - and precarious - position on the top rope. This was an opportunity that Jericho wasn't going to miss, and he got in to the ring for the first time to climb up the ropes along with Van Dam. A backdrop sent both men crashing to the mat, but it was clear that RVD had taken the brunt of the move, clutching his back and the back of his head soon after he landed. Jericho, still fuming from the early sneak attack, quickly mounted Van Dam and started throwing some stiff looking punches at Van Dam's head; standing up, Jericho kept Van Dam off his feet by stomping him in the chest a couple of times, before he plotted his next move. This involved waiting for RVD to start rising, which allowed Jericho to then charge and kick him square in the side of the chest, lifting RVD off the mat before he tumbled back down.

As Lawler and JR commented that Jericho was obviously in no mood for a drawn out match, Y2J lifted up the winded Van Dam, targetting the chest area again with a sharp knee to the side. This allowed Jericho to set RVD up in a double underhook hold, before he hoisted RVD up, then down again across his knee with a backbreaker. Holding Van Dam over his knee, Jericho then applied pressure on Van Dam's upper and lower chest, applying pressure to the lower ribs and the back with the stretch. Van Dam tried to escape, but Jericho attempted to stop that with an elbow to the chest. This worked the first time Jericho utilised it, but when RVD started struggling again, Jericho went for the same tactic...and found Van Dam's inner leg sweeping up towards his head. The kick connected hard with Y2J's skull, and the "King of the World" released the hold, only for RVD to follow up with a similar kick. This one stunned Jericho on to all fours as Van Dam rolled off, and as the two men rose at nearly the same time, Van Dam went for another kick to the head. Jericho caught the kick, but was totally unprepared for an enziguiri, and Van Dam connected on the other side of Jericho's head - but the effect was just as impressive, as Jericho went down hard to the mat.

RVD used the ropes to help himself up slightly, looking a little out of breath and wincing as he held his ribs. After positioning himself over Jericho, RVD landed a straight leg drop, before he signalled for a Rolling Thunder. Van Dam got close to hitting his signature move, but Jericho was able to get his knees up just in time to counter. Jericho then pushed Van Dam off, but held on to his legs, and suddenly RVD found himself being set up in the Walls of Jericho. Unable to turn the resistant Van Dam, however, Y2J made the mistake of leaning in towards Van Dam, who connected with a punch before he wrapped his arms around Jericho's neck. Pulling himself up, RVD then managed to land a monkey flip as the counter, and both men ended up down on the mat, heads next to each other. Van Dam was first to stir, rolling out of the ring and heading towards Lilian Garcia. Lilian moved as Van Dam took her chair, as both King and JR started to wonder how far these two men were willing to take themselves in order to win the title shot. RVD returned to the ring with his weapon with Jericho starting to get up himself; RVD tossed the chair to Jericho, obviously hoping for a Van Daminator, but somehow Y2J was one step ahead - throwing the chair back at Van Dam's head. The force of the blow wasn't strong enough to knock RVD off his feet, but it was enough to stun him long enough for Jericho to clothesline Van Dam to the mat, with enough force to drop Y2J himself to his knees. Quick to capitalise, Jericho quickly locked in a rear chinlock, as Jim Ross told us not to go anywhere during the commercial break.

Back live, and Jericho now had Van Dam in an abdominal stretch; the double feature showed us Van Dam starting to break the chinlock, only for Jericho to knee him in the chest again, before transferring in to this hold. Jericho continued to stretch out Van Dam, obviously hoping to incapacitate him long enough to go up the turnbuckle. That didn't happen though, as Van Dam managed to catch Jericho in the head with a couple of punches to break free. RVD then tried to irish whip Y2J in to the turnbuckle opposite the contract; Jericho countered though, and pivoted as he reversed the irish whip...sending Van Dam towards the turnbuckle with the contract! RVD used his wits to rush up the turnbuckle, as Y2J realised his error and rushed after Van Dam to correct it. RVD telegraped Jericho though, and instead of going for the precious title shot, he leaped backwards, turning in mid air to land a huge cross body on the running Jericho! The two men collided, Van Dam clutching his chest as he landed, while Jericho lay motionless on the mat.

It took RVD a while to get to his feet, by which point Jericho was only just beginning to stir, a look of agony on his face. Van Dam lifted Jericho up, breathing heavily as he did so, before connecting with a stiff kick to Jericho's side. Another planted itself in Jericho's stomach, and a double up Y2J then found Van Dam spinning in front of him, connecting with a third and final kick, this one to the face. Van Dam landed on one knee, but quickly stood up and wearily headed to the nearby turnbuckle. Again, Van Dam attempted to reach for the contract to find it tantalisingly close, but just a few inches away; climbing up the pole, he was able to get his fingertips on the contract - but having not been checking on Jericho, he found himself being yanked back off the turnbuckle instead of pulling the contract free. Jericho was able to again land a blow in the sensitive chest area, as a kick found its mark, which then allowed Jericho to land a bulldog to take Van Dam down. This time, Jericho went for the contract, as Van Dam clawed at the mat, with the crowd willing him to get up. But there didn't seem to be any response as Jericho got to the top turnbuckle, and as he climbed to nearly halfway up the pole, Jerry Lawler was on the verge of declaring a Michaels vs. Jericho title match next week...when the sound of steel and human flesh connecting rang out.

Van Dam, having found the discarded steel chair as he tried to get up, was able to slam it across Jericho's lower back, causing Jericho to slide down the pole, a grimace on his face. The crowd went wild as RVD again went for a swing with his weapon, this time taking out Jericho's legs, causing Jericho to land in a similar position to RVD at the start of the match...only this time, Jericho fell backwards with his legs trapped. Now in a tree of woe position, Jericho seemed to bbe trying to pull himself up, but that was stopped when Van Dam drove the chair twice in to Jericho's gut, taking the wind and fight out of Y2J. Van Dam then looked at the chair, the contract, before finally spotting the nearby turnbuckle. Looking at the crowd and smiling, Van Dam proceeded to place the chair in front of the dangling Jericho's face, as he headed along the ropes to the turnbuckle. JR, King and the fans all realised what was coming; while the two commentators tried to reason with Van Dam, thinking of the safety aspect, the fans were going wild as Van Dam stood on the top rope. One lot of "R...V...D!" thumbs later, and Van Dam was soaring through the air - and connected with an almighty Van Terminator!

The chair crumpled in to Jericho's face, as his legs came free and the seemingly unconscious "King" lay in the turnbuckle, the only movement being that coming from his chest. Van Dam looked worse for wear and seemed unsteady on his feet, but as he hobbled towards the contract, there was only going to be one result; climbing up the pole, RVD grasped the contract in one hand, pulling it free with all his might. The bell rang as the crowd went wild, and Van Dam stood on top turnbuckle, back resting against the pole as he held the all important contract in his hand. Looking up the ramp, Van Dam stopped celebrating though, as the cameras panned to reveal Shawn Michaels at the top of the ramp, applauding his next challenger's efforts. RVD pointed at Michaels, then motioned a belt around his waist, as JR & King hyped up what they called "possibly one of the biggest RAW main events ever!" for next week.

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Entry #5:

No Mercy, October 20th 2002

Jim Ross: And it is now time for what many are calling THE most controversial match in WWE history.

Jerry Lawler: I’ve gotta admit, JR, that as much as Moly Holly and I have had our differences, I… I… I feel really sorry for her, the situation that our General Manager, Eric Bischoff, has put her in. I mean this is just… I never thought I’d see teh day JR… I really didn’t think I’d live to see the day where I almost don’t want to see a match go through with the stipulation.

Jim Ross: I know exactly what you mean, King. And I actually sat down with Eric Bischoff earlier today and spoke to him about the match. Here’s what he had to say….

***VIDEO***

Eric Bischoff: I know, JR, I’ve been called many things through out my career, but the backlash to this was just… so much more than I could have envisioned. And I love every minute of it. Look Jim, I promised an exciting brand of entertainment here on RAW, and I think this here will deliver. It may controversial, and some may even call it immoral, but to me it’s just the television and entertainment business…

People want to see beautiful people in ungodly situations, why do you thikn they always kill off the best looking girl in a horror movie? Why does Fear Factor get the ratings it gets? Because watching good looking people being forced to do things they don’t want to do is entertaining television…

Trash TV, JR. Simply put, controversy creates cash…

How did all of this come about? Well, with the whole situation between Molly Holly and William Regal, aswell as the problems they’ve been having with The Godfather, I’ll admit I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. So, I called upon a good friend of mine, Vince Russo – maybe you’ve heard of him? Anyawys, he thought up the stipulation, along with myself, and I have to say I was immediatly taken in by the sheer brilliance of it…

You know what JR, call it harrassment, call it slavery, call it abuse, call it whatever the damn well you please. As far as I’m conerned it’s brilliant…

Hey! Come on now, that’s a little uncalled for. If anything I’m an honnest man…

Yes I am, JR, YES I AM! Look, I promised Molly Holly that come No Mercy she’d have a belt around her waist, and let’s face it I kept my word, didn’t I?…

Well I never did specify (laughs)…

Say what you want, JR, threaten me for all I care, but the match is gonna happen!

***END OF VIDEO***

Jim Ross: I have to admit King, that never in my 20 years in this business have I been so disgusted with a human being than during that interview.

***I’M BACK! AND BETTER THAN EVER!***

Eric Bischoff comes down to the ring, holding a small velvet pouch in his hands. The top of the pole is empty, as of not, although we do see a small platform with somesort of gear attached to a pole at ringside.

Eric Bischoff: Isn’t this exciting? (Fans boo immensly) Come now, we all know you guys want to see this. Now before I fully unveil the instrument here at ring side, as well as exactly how this is gonna work I’m going to invite William Regal and Molly Holly donw to the ring.

Molly & Regal make their way down, no music, looking quite grim. Regal is visibly angry, while Molly looks to be shedding some tears, even fighting it. The corwd, in a surprising move cheer the two former heels.

William Regal: Bischoff, you montreous beast of a man! I demand you put a stop to this! Her choice is her choice, and I love and respect her enough to appreciate those choices. For once Bischoff, you can understand how refreshing it is to have someone of her morals in this business. (He kneels down) Please, I beg you on behalf of us both, to call of the match… I’m on my knees…

Eric Bischoff: I know this is a gamble Regal, but a stipulation is a stipulation and I don’t want to be accused of any false advertising. So if your opponent will now come down, we’ll get this all started.

The Godfather comes to the ring, followed by his Hos. He is greeted my a large chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd. Upon his entry in the ring, Molly slaps him in the face before bursting into tears.

The Godfather: Why all the hate? Come now, the Pimp Daddy is only here on business, and you all know what my business is. I’ve been getting a lot of requests, almost all of them for something more pure and wholesome, if you will, than my other girls. Why fight it, doll, you are one fine bird if you ask me! And I know a lot of people will agree! It’ll be like an auction! And trust me, it’ll be mad cash!

Molly Holly: Screw you!

Eric Bischoff: Alright, alright, enough! Molly if you’ll come with me to the platform.

Bischoff takes Molly to the platform, and after a small battle, he straps her into the aparatus, and pulls out a lock from his velvet bag, which he locks into place to keep Molly secure. Upon his entry into the ring, he takes out a key from the pouch and attaches it to the top of the pole.

Eric Bischoff: Now, before we ring the bell, I just want to be clear that you both understand the rules. The object of the match is to climb up and detatch the key from the pole. The winner, thus wins the key to Molly Holly’s chastity belt! Business opportunity, keep it to yourself or hand it back over to her, I don’t care what you do with it but you sure as hell are gonna fight for it! Ring the damn bell!

THE GODFATHER vs WILLIAM REGAL – KEY TO MOLLY’S CHASTITY BELT ON A POLE MATCH

As soon as the bell rings, Regal ferociously attacks Godfather unrelentlessly. Godfather manages to escape from Regal’s clutches for a moment, but Regal pounces right back on top of him. This time, however, Godfather manages to quickly grab the ropes, forcing a rope break. After a few minutes of back and forth, steady brawling, all of the WWE Divas come to ringside in support of Molly Holly. They jump onto the Godfather. When the hos try and intervene, the Divas beat on them and they all brawl on the outside, until security comes and escorts the Divas to the backstage area. Meanwhile, in the ring Godfather has indeed gained the upper hand on Regal, locking him into a tight headlock. Regal manages to break free as Lance Storm, his partner, comes down to the ring and starts cheering him on. Soon, many Superstars of both brands, faces and heels, come down in protest of the match and its stipulation, still Eric Bischoff does not change his mind about the ordeal. Pretty sonn a brawl breaks out between all the wrestlers in the ring, as some greedy wrestlers start thinking of their own selfishness and the fact that they can be the client to take Molly Holly home. Amidst all of this, nobody seems to notice Lance Storm climb up the pole and retrieve the key. Knowing fully well he is not a contender the match canot end until the key is either in the hands of Regal or Godfather. Therefore, seeing this in the hands of Lance Storm causes Molly Holly to break out in laughter and joy, as with Regal, who starts reaching out for the key, and the win. Lance, however, superkicks his now former ally and hands over the key to The Godfather, who is declared the winner of the contest at 10:04.

WINNER: THE GODFATHER at 10:04

The Godfather heads to the platform to unlock Molly Holly from her Chastity Belt. She is sobbing as The Godfather celebrates with Lance Storm, who is grinning from ear to er with the possibility that he may have just won himself a night with Molly Holly… For her first ‘’night’’... The crowd in booing and jeering immensly at the thought…

Jim Ross: That traitor! That jackass! This can’t be the way this story ends, King!

Jerry Lawler: I can assure you, JR, it won’t be, and I’ll make sure of it…

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Once again, -Matt- and Cloudy will join me at the judging table, and they will get to rank the entrants in 1-5 order, 1 being the winner and 5 being the guy left huffing at the bottom of the pole.

We should have a winner crowned by Wednesday afternoon/evening at the latest. [/hinttothejudges]

[HailtotheYo]

HA ! some really good shit here.

I like the battle for the lil guys but the Chastity Belt Key on a pole match would get my vote .... (if I had one).

[arwrestling]

I'm looking forward to seeing the winner. They were all really fun and interesting to read. Good job guys.

[Sousa]

...Starrman, do you need another judge? Because I can help if your others have flaked on you.

[JStarr]

I seem to need two. Unless Cloudy can be bothered to post his votes that he PM'd to me before.

[MalaCloudy Black]

If you still have that PM forward it to me or something and I'll do it either later tonight or tomorrow morning.

[JStarr]

If you still have that PM forward it to me or something and I'll do it either later tonight or tomorrow morning.

Done.

[Sousa]

I can be the other judge if you want.

[MalaCloudy Black]

1. entry 1

2. entry 4

3. entry 3

4. entry 2

5. entry 5

This was kind of tough, because I wasn't terribly fond of any of them. Went ahead and gave the win to entry 1, though, because - I can't quite put my finger on it - but the style of writing in entry 1 seemed to differ from the rest, and I quite liked it.

[Essa]

Fuck. I forgot all about this.

If it'll wash away the suspension, I'll post an in depth recap and judging of all the entries tomorrow. Up to you Starr. Sorry for no showing, I just completely forgot even signing up for it.

[JStarr]

I've not even pondered the suspensions. Honestly, I think everybody's getting amnesty here.

If Sousa doesn't get votes up by tomorrow, would you want to step up?