Match #2
Stormtrooper vs Numbers
Ultimate Numbers Match
Crock: Here we go ladies and gents. The Ultimate Numbers match, something so fearsome you won't know what to do. There is a calculator hanging above the ring, somehow, you must get the calculator. This is not a regular ladder match though, no, the title is suspended on cables above, like an Ultimate X match. Also, there is to be no wrestling, only Sudoku puzzles.
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Crock: Here comes Stormtrooper, owner of what may be the most annoying posting style known to man.
Stormtrooper hauls ass to the ring, obviously infuriated by the fact that his Jets have a coach who films Foot Fetish movies on the side. No, I'm not kidding.
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Crock: Here we go, one of WZCWs finest, a great poster who's probably dumbfounded as to why he's included in this match... NUMBERS!
Numbers calmly walks to the ring, ready to take on all comers.
The ref hands a sudoku puzzle to each man, as well as a pencil. The first man to solve it wins.
Crock: HERE WE GO!
They begin to write feverishly.
Crock: What a great placement of that number 7, Numbers. Excellent.
They keep on writing, Stormtrooper seems a little lost. The crowd is chanting "Dirty Sanchez" at him. He is angry. Stormtrooper peeks at Numbers' paper, the referee sees it and warns him, one more time and he'll be DQed. Stormtrooper begins to count on his fingers, he is clearly still confused. Numbers, on the other hand, is down to the last row, he's about to win... Stormtrooper sees that and attacks!
Crock: What the hell?
Stormtrooper is stomping on Numbers, yelling at him.
Stormtrooper: 1. I AM SUPPOSED TO WIN!
2. I don't understand how Sudoku works.
Crock:
VINTAGE STORMTROOPER!!
Angel hits the ring and smacks Stormtrooper over the back with a chair. He takes out a Mark Sanchez jersey and a lighter, he's about to burn it, but Stinger sees this and attacks Angel.
Stinger: I am not a pedophile dammit! That was one time in Mexico! She said she was 18, I didn't know!
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Crock: This is just one big clusterfuck...
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Crock: Here come the WZCW Guys to defend Numbers!
Killjoy, Ty Burna, Thriller, Phoenix, and FalKon all hit the ring and clear house, they pick numbers up onto his feet.
Crock: That's what we like to see folks!
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Crock: It's Lee, err... Titus!
Lee: You guys were supposed to let me make my return, dammit. You kicked me out of the fed, I was supposed to return. Now, I'm a lowly Video Games mod, shit, I have less power than Doc. He's a virgin! I challenge you to a match, Ty and Phoenix. Me and a mystery partner vs you two tonight. Let's see if you can win a match when you're not writing it!