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    SWF Smarkdown - October 4th!

    Comet: Let's get our next match underway now. We've got a lot to come here tonight and limited time to show it, with a huge main event with a lot of stars to showcase. Riley: Yeah, and I'm pretty sure at least one of them has creative control. Hence us having to rush this opening. Comet: Indee... "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* Comet: ...dastards. "Megalomaniac" by Incubus hits, as through the curtains bursts the former ICTV Champion, Landon Maddix, with Megan Skye just a step behind him and looking particularly eccentric tonight. Which makes up for the scowl on Maddix's face. Together, the twosome stroll down the aisle, as Funyon quickly steps into the middle of the ring. Funyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accomapnied to the ring this evening by Megan Skye. From Huron, South Dakota and weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds... LAAAAANDOOON MAAAAADDIIIIXXX!!!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Maddix salutes the cheering crowd momentarily, before rolling into the ring and testing the ropes for spring. Up the steps skips Megan, smiling broadly. Maddix opens the ropes up for her before going back to his preparations, as Megan stands politely to the side and applauds her man, getting the crowd to do the same. As she does though, pyro cuts the two off...surprising them and the crowd, as Cypress Hill's "How I Could Just Kill A Man" hits. Comet: Woah. That almost blew me off my seat. Riley: Phff. I had better pyro than that, and that was way back in '94. Comet: Did it blow you off your seat? Riley: Well, not the pyro. Comet: ...man, I keep walking into those don't I? Emerging through the curtain, Stryke shares the same sour look that Landon has watching on from the ring, still in a bad mood from his loss on Lockdown. Storming down the aisle, the Aussie ignores the torrent of abuse coming his way, eyes locked on Maddix. Funyon: And his opponent. From Sydney, Australia...he weighs two hundred and twenty four pounds. This is... STRRRRRYYYYYKKEEEEEEE!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The pro-US crowd boo the Strykester...more for his place of birth than anything. So, Stryke does what any good heel would and flips off a section of the crowd. Which only prompts them to get louder. Regardless, he rolls into the ring and flips them off again as he steps onto the middle ropes, making sure to scan his middle fingers across the crowd to offend as many people as possible. Comet: Stryke, newly returned, lost his comeback match to Uncle Filthy in a bloody and potassium filled brawl. Meanwhile, Maddix was cheated out of the Intercontinental Television Championship by Max King. Riley: Phfooey. King won the match fair and square. Or...as good as. Comet: Yeah, sure. Hopping off the turnbuckles, Stryke turns around...to be confronted by Landon Maddix, all up in his grill if you will. Angrily Stryke pushes Maddix away with one hand. But Maddix is right back at Stryke, nailing him with a stiff forearm which triggers the bell going off... *DING DING DING!* ...to begin the match. Away staggers Stryke, as Maddix moves in with a couple more forearms on the Aussie. Stryke stops Maddix's momentum with a knee to the gut however, before whipping Maddix into the ropes. Maddix rebounds sharply, taking Stryke down with a clothesline before continuing off into the opposite ropes. Back up scrambles Stryke, only to take a second clothesline. And again, Maddix hits the ropes, brushing past Stryke this time. Stryke is dazed and begins to stagger around the ring aimlessly, ending up right besides the ropes as Maddix returns and hits a third clothesline, this one looping Stryke up and over the top rope to the floor! Comet: And what a start from our good Citizen Maddix! Riley: Good!?! He's a dirty rotten cheater. And not the good sort. The 'I don't like Bobby Riley' sort. Regaining his bearings on the outside, Stryke realises where he is and frustratedly kicks out at the air...as from the ring, Maddix watches on. With a curse and a shake of the head, Stryke turns back to the ring and rolls back in. Maddix backs off as he does so, allowing Stryke time to re-compose himself before the two men dive into a collar and elbow tie-up. Quick as a flash, Landon ducks behind Stryke and takes him to the mat with a schoolboy... ONE! T... Kickout by Stryke, who rolls to his feet and knees Maddix deep in the abdomen. Another knee is driven into Maddix's gut area, before Stryke snaps Landon's head upwards with a European uppercut. Away staggers Maddix, but back he comes moments later... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOO!" ...with a knifedge chop. Stryke gasps and grabs at his chest as Maddix pulls Stryke forward, placing Stryke's neck in a cravaté. But that subdues Stryke only mentarily, as he swings his elbow back and catches Maddix hard in the air, sending his equilibrium into a spiral. Quickly releasing Stryke, Maddix tends to his ear, as Stryke takes advantage and whips Maddix hard into the turnbuckles! Maddix bounces out of the corner, stumbling forward like a drunkman trying to find his way home...but finding only a Stryke Rolling Forearm! Riley: There we go! That's how you strike someone...none of this weak, chopping crap. Down goes Maddix, his eyes taking a moment to roll back into their regular position in their sockets. Straight away though, Stryke is back on the offense with a quick legdrop across the top of the head. Maddix's body jolts on impact, getting quickly cradled up into a pin... ONE! TW... Kickout! Stryke pulls off of the cover as if expecting a kickout, and is quick to get back to his feet. So is Maddix, but still looking particularly wobbly on his feet as he stumbles instinctively towards Stryke and into three stinging right hands. The third of which dropping Maddix to one knee. In lunges Stryke quickly and hooks Maddix in a front facelock, clasping his hands together and squeezing as hard as he can on Landon's neck. Maddix smartly drops low to his knees, looking for some extra leverage as he pushes upwards and slowly starts to tip Stryke over his head... ...no! Stryke kicks downwards and re-centres his weight, dropping safely to the mat with the front facelock intact. Only this time, Stryke doesn't take the risk of being countered again and kicks forwards at Maddix's right knee. Down drops Maddix, as Stryke crouches down into Maddix's body. Comet: To the knee goes Stryke, which is Maddix's weak-point. But the main focus remains the neck Robert. Riley: Well, a weak neck won't survive a Low End Theory. With all of Stryke's 224 pounds leant down across the back of his neck, Maddix starts to squirm and struggle away. So Stryke sends a boot around the back of Maddix's leg. That stops Landon in his tracks and gives Stryke the time to force him straight south, pushing Landon onto his front with the front facelock still applied. Sensing trouble Maddix tries to push himself back up onto his feet, but doesn't get far upwards before Stryke flips over Maddix and bridges over with the facelock still on! Landon's neck is now at a vile angle, his head being pulled right back. Obviously, Megan looks considerably worried at her man's predicament, but resists from helping him out. Comet: That is one nasty move. The head of Citizen Maddix is being ruthlessly seperated from his shoulders that little bit more with every passing second! "LAN - DON! LAN - DON! LAN - DON!" The crowd begin to rally behind "La Cucaracha" as he starts to wave vacantly around, in search of the ropes. They aren't near enough. So instead, Maddix starts to teeter and totter towards the right...away from Stryke's grip, which is beginning to loosen as he uses up energy with his bridge. Eventually Landon's attempts are enough to prompt Stryke to release the hold and stomp Maddix's head and neck area. From the outside, Megan Skye is looking particularly nervous and looks for something to take her mind off of Maddix's predicament, fiddling with her high heeled purple boots. Back in the ring, and Stryke is hauling Maddix up to a vertical base once more by his hair. A swift forearm snaps back Maddix's increasingly fragile neck once more, before irish whipping Maddix off the ropes. Landon rebounds and charges straight back into a clothesline. He hits the mat hard too, jolting his neck again, as Stryke makes a relaxed pinfall attempt... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Landon just manages to get a shoulder up in time, but not exactly impressively. Comet: These quick pinfalls are not exactly working for Stryke. Riley: Yeah they are. With every kickout, Maddix's neck is being weakened and he's expending extra energy. Eventually, the runt's tank will be on empty and then it's game over. Struggling to his feet, Landon pulls himself slowly up to his feet with Stryke allowing him to do so. As he reaches his feet though, Stryke steps in and crashes a European uppercut into Maddix's jaw to again jolt "La Cucaracha"'s neck back. Away staggers Maddix again, his equilibrium still playing up and the effects of Stryke's offense still affecting him...as Stryke hits a second European uppercut against the ropes. Into the ropes Maddix slumps, getting pulled out by Stryke and placed in another front facelock. Maddix reads the move like a book though and drops to his knees, taking Stryke up and over with a fireman's carry takeover...only for Stryke to land on his feet somehow. Stumbling forward, Stryke manages to stay on his feet and motions for Maddix to get back up. He does, and Stryke throws a third European uppercut... ...but again Maddix has it scouted. Landon spins through the attempt and looks to take Stryke over with a backslide. However, with a weak neck and a bum knee, Maddix finds that too much to ask. Quickly Stryke snaps his head backwards, headbutting Landon's. The two heads clock each other and Maddix is the worse off for it, allowing Stryke to unhook his arms and place Maddix in backslide position. Only, Stryke doesn't look for the pin. Instead he drops to his knees and hits the backslide neckbreaker! Maddix crumples to the canvas, as Stryke stands back up and smiles a sneering, Australian smile that seems to say 'I just broke your hero's name, mate!' Comet: Stryke hitting the backslide neckbreaker and keeping himself one step ahead of the game. This is a very different Stryke we're seeing. A dominant Stryke. A motivated Stryke. Riley: A Stryke that actually looks like winning a match. Comet: Citizen Stryke has won matches before. Riley: Yes I know. What was it...September 2002? Or...was it August? Comet: You are a cad, Robert. Turning away from the crowd to Megan Skye, Stryke smiles his sinister looking smile once more towards her...but she seems pre-occupied with her boot still. Meanwhile, Landon is getting back to his feet. But gingerly. Which gives Stryke time to turn away from Megan and back to the action, grabbing Maddix and irish whipping him towards the corner... *CHINK!* ...which he hits sternum first with IMPACT~! Away from the buckles wobbles Landon, struggling to stay on his feet but just about doing so. Until Stryke struts over to Maddix and hooks his hands underneath his chin, ready for the Lungblower. Maddix fires in a back elbow to the jaw though, shaking Stryke and causing him to release Maddix...and he quickly goes behind on Stryke and applies the same hold on Stryke's head, falling backwards and pulling Stryke down into a So-Dak Moment! In desperation, Maddix reaches forward and hooks Stryke's legs... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Comet: Citizen Maddix, almost stealing a victory from under the nose of Stryke! Maddix rolls back to his feet, holding his throbbing head as Stryke gets back up too. In walks Stryke, but he gets pushed back into the turnbuckles by Maddix... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOO!" ...and there's a chop! *SLAP!* "WHOOOOO!" ...and another! ...but a third is cut off by Stryke clothesline catching him in the face! Maddix drops to the mat wearily, with Stryke leaps to the middle rope and quickly comes off with a double stomp, which drives the wind out of Maddix's gut with 224 pounds of force!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Riley: Who says trampolining is only for children! Maddix clutches at his ribs, as Stryke drops to the side of the former ICTV Champion and hooks the leg to make a cover... ONE! TWO! NOOOOO! Maddix's right shoulder shoots up at the very last second...the force of him doing so causing Maddix to cough, splutter, gasp for breath and favour his neck all at once. Comet: Citizen Maddix, fresh off of a beating from Max King, is having a rough ride here tonight. But if there's one thing we know about Landon Maddix, it's that he won't give up without a considerable fight and pulling something from nowhere. Just ask Tom Fles... Riley: DON'T...mention that! Comet: Sooo-rrreee! Dragging Maddix back up, Stryke drills Landon with a hard forearm across the jaw. And a second. A third, dropping Maddix meekly to one knee. And a fourth brought down across the back of the neck with force, flopping him face-first to the canvas. With Landon down, Stryke strolls over to the corner and pushes himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, stopping there for a moment to insult the crowd with a rude gesture once more. Again they boo and again Stryke laughs. He's a heel, baby! Looking away from the crowd and to Maddix, Stryke sees his weakened opponent struggling to his feet and takes the time to seat himself comfortably on the top turnbuckle. Eventually Maddix is up, staggering towards what he can see of Stryke and looking to grab him. Instead, Stryke grabs him and floats over Landon with a diving neckbreaker... ...getting backdropped off mid-move! Stryke crashes into the canvas and clutches at his back, eyes snapped open from surprise as he gets back to his feet. Maddix meanwhile slumps back into the turnbuckle and grabs at his neck. Shaking off the pain, Stryke pulls himself back to his feet and sees Landon backed in a corner so charges in. Only, Landon is waiting on him and sidesteps Stryke, causing the Aussie crashing sternum first into the turnbuckles! Back he staggers, as Maddix connects with a backbrain wheelkick. And forward sprawls the cold-cocked Stryke, landing throat first across the middle rope! Comet: Robert, would you happen to have a cellphone in your pocket~!!! Riley: No, I'm just pleased to see you. Comet: ... Riley: ...it was a joke... Backing away, Maddix turns to the crowd and smiles broadly... "SIX... OOHHHHH... FIIIVE!" ...making his intentions clear as he charges off the opposite ropes, running back and swinging around the ropes, connecting with the 605 right between the eyes of Stryke! Back flops Stryke, looking to be out of it, as Maddix pulls himself back up on the apron before climbing up the turnbuckles towards the top rope. The crowd rise to their collective feet as Maddix quickly reaches the top rope, steadying himself for little more than a moment before launching off the top rope... ...but MISSING a Frog Splash!!! Comet: Citizen Stryke, moving out of the way just in the nick of time! Maddix bounces off the canvas, chest and head getting thrown about by the bad landing. Gutsily he gets to his feet but stops once there, as Stryke plants his boot into the gut of "La Cucaracha" and grabs a hold of his right hand. Placing it through Maddix's legs, Stryke pumphandles up Maddix and stops, nodding with a smile on his face indicating that he assumes this match is as good as over. But if he'd checked his position on the card recently, he'd realise that by lifting Maddix in a pumphandle position, Landon would have a chance to float over him and roll Stryke up... ONE! TWO! TH... KICKOUT! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!" Stryke manages to get a shoulder up just in time, to Megan's dismay and Maddix's frustration. Quickly Maddix is right back up looking to put Stryke away for good as he applies a loose front facelock and looks to fall to the mat. But Stryke blocks the DDT attempt, catching Maddix as he falls and snapping back with a vicious Northern Lights Suplex that causes the crowd to gasp in shock! Holding on for the bridge, Stryke yells at the slow reacting Sexton Hardcastle to make the cover... ONE! TWO! SHOULDERUPBYMADDIX!!! "YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" This time it's Stryke who is refusing to believe Sexton Hardcastle's counting skeeelz, slapping the mat furiously at the turn of events. Getting to his feet, the angry Aussie gets up in Hardcastle's face and tries to convince him that it was a three count, but of course Hardcastle is having none of it. So Stryke does the smart thing and pushes Hardcastle in the chest. Of course Hardcastle goes down like a Portugese footballer with an inner ear infection, making the most of Stryke's shove. His dramatics worry Megan Skye though, as she gets onto the apron and checks on Hardcastle. Wearing only one boot. Riley: Wait...what's that in Maddix's hand? Cut to a close up of Maddix, holding Megan's high heeled purple boot in his hands, which the crowd are rather excited about. Comet: I do believe that's an item of footwear, Robert. Riley: ...HE'S GOT A WEAPON! REFEREEEEE!!! Hardcastle is busy getting checked on by Megan, which gives Maddix free-reign to spin a rather bemused looking Stryke around... *THWACK!* ...and nail Stryke in the face with Megan's boot!!! Riley: ...we have hit an all-time low. Comet: I don't know about that. Remember when Landon used to use baguettes as weapons? Riley: ...okay. Well...this is still pretty darned low Comet! Stryke is laid out from the shot with Megan's hard based lather boot, looking up at the lights with a distinctly glazed over expression on his face. Maddix quickly disposes of the evidence in his hand, casually flipping the boot over his head and to the outside of the ring. And after a quick wink to Megan, Maddix hits the deck...making sure not to hurt his neck as he does so, but still providing enough of a confusion for referee Hardcastle who limps back to his feet to see both men down and out. "LAN - DON! LAN - DON! LAN - DON!" Riley: Look at...this is...I...you saw it Comet! Comet: Yes...referee Hardcastle I think twisted his ankle as he feel from Stryke's attac... Riley: I'M TALKING ABOUT THE BOOT! Comet: Ah, yes. The boot. I can't say that I'm particularly happy about it myself Robert. With Stryke and Landon down, Hardcastle has no choice but to administer a ten count on both men... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" Riley: And now, Maddix is faking injury? Can he get any lower? "FOUR!" "FI..." Maddix, sure enough, is getting back to his feet. Trying to conseal a smile, Maddix makes the most of getting up to his feet and favours his neck as he does so. Only trouble is, Stryke is getting up too...although his groggy state is in no way put on. Brushing past Stryke, Maddix coolly hops to the middle turnbuckle and waits, as Stryke stumbles up and over towards Landon and into a teeth rattling right hand! Stryke is staggered, but before he can fall down, Maddix suddenly springs off the middle rope and whips around, taking Stryke down with him for a bad Crash Landon!!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!" The crowd pop, as Stryke's head bounces sickeningly off the canvas. Only for Maddix to remain on the mat with him, having jolted his neck on impact. All the same, Maddix still has enough left to roll over onto Stryke with a grimace and make somewhat of a cover... ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE!! *DING DING DING!* "Megalomaniac" hits once more as soon as Hardcastle's hand slaps the mat for the third time, with Maddix quickly rolling off the cover and out of the ring. With a beaming smile he embraces Megan, who still has one shoe on and one shoe in her hand. But she puts on an innocent, butter wouldn't melt look and everything is right with the world. Funyon: Your winner of the match...LANDON MADDIX! Comet: Victory for Citizen Maddix, surviving sustained neckwork to get the duke over the Blunder From Down Under, Stryke. Riley: Ah bull! Tell it like it is Comet! Landon Maddix cheated! He used the boot, he had the ref distra... Comet: What's that? Commercials? Sorry to cut you off Robert, really I am, but we have money to make. Tally-ho!
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    SWF Smarkdown - October 4th!

    TVs around the world jump back to the massive throng within the Staples Center in LA, from just showing the latest teaser from “The Apprentice”, where Donald Trump once again says, “You’re Fired” to some poor schlep. Without warning, the arena lights drop down real low, and the Center’s speakers start to rumble ominously… The sounds of thunder start to rise as… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! The crowd joins in with their own ominous rumblings. Flashes of white pyro streak down from the rafters, imitating lightning bolts… The camera follows them down as a loud clap of thunder tries to echoes through the arena… However… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! … A growingly irritated crowd quickly drowns it out. The speakers re-fire, "F.E." by 40 Below Summer kicking up loud. Dual lines of flames burst to life, outlining the stage area. The cameras try to focus beyond the flames… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Sean Davis, Hardcore Title strapped around his waist, steps through them and out into the wrath of the crowd. Marcus Washington, confidant to Davis, is close behind as they head down the entrance ramp. Funyon comes into the ring, card and microphone in hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Hardcore Gamer Title!” YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! “Introducing first, accompanied by Marcus Washington… From Jacksonville, Florida… He is the current Hardcore Gamer champion… ‘The Perfect Storm’… Sean… DAAAAAAAAAA-VIS!” BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “Welcome back, loyal citizens, to the City of Angels, the Staples Center, and Monday Night Smarkdown!” Cyclone Comet’s voice cuts through the wash of hate that the fans are dishing out for Sean Davis. “We apologize for our break running long, but we’re back now with a match for the Hardcore Gamer’s Title! The champion, Sean Davis, looks to defend against a newly returned and quite non-rusty Christian Fury.” Davis and Washington slide into the ring, Marcus trying to give his ‘client’ some match advice over the crowd’s caustic response, but… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! They’re having none of it. They keep raising their volume as Washington gets more and more flustered. Davis, to his credit, seems utterly nonplussed by the crowd’s heat. “Citizen Fury impressed on Lockdown as he fought off not one, but two other competitors to claim the #1 contendership for the Hardcore Gamer Title!” This statement warrants a sound of bemusement from Comet’s cohort, Bobby Riley. “Bobbo? Problem?” “Oh,” Riley responds, “Nothing really…” “Good.” “…Other than the fact that the other two men lost the match more than Fury won it.” “Oh no, not this again…” Mercifully, the arena lights drop down to nothingness... YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! The flashbulbs start to flare up, and the crowd rallies around the upcoming wrestler… The way they figure it, anything’s better than Davis and Washington. “See what I mean?” Riley bemoans as System Of A Down's "Aerials" softly filters over the house speakers. “I’m just about to give some good insight, and he has to interrupt me! Is this someone that we want to have as a champion??? I mean, come on…” By this time, the music has come to the point just before the first verse, so… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!! A massive pyro explosion flares up at the entrance ramp, and the music switches to the second guitar solo in the song… And from behind the curtains and smoke… Out comes Fury! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! “See what I mean, Comet?” “… Shut up, Bobbo.” “And now coming to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio… Weighing 231 pounds… He is… CHRISTIAN… FUUUUU-RYYYYY!!!!!” YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! “Citizen Fury getting quite the warm reception here, wouldn’t you say Bobbo?” “Meh… L.A. is a town of two-bit crooks, convicts, and whiny Hollywood socialites, delighting in the torture and torment of others.” “…Sounds like your kind of town.” “Yeah, it’s a riot.” “Droll, Bobbo… Very, very droll…” His moves methodical, his focus clear and unflinching, Fury makes his way down the ramp towards the ring, kendo stick over his shoulder. The cheering of the fans looks to be completely lost on him, his eyes watching one thing: the tandem of Davis and Washington. Marcus talks quickly to his ‘charge’, pointing at Fury and gesturing wildly. Davis, however, locks eyes with Fury. Fury stands at the end of the entrance ramp, returning that burning stare… Then Fury jumps to the ring apron, springboarding himself in… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! …much to the crowd's delight. Washington backs off a little, but Davis stands there, raising a brow as Fury lands with kendo stick brandished in his general direction. Fury then lowers the stick, and walks up to Davis, sizing him up. Washington, seeing his ‘charge’ has a distinct advantage, feels a bit more comfortable now and comes back to Davis’ side. “Citizen Fury seems the crowd favorite,” Comet observes, “But may be physically overmatched this time around.” “Physically overmatched, out-experienced, and all alone,” Riley notes with a grin in his voice. “The only thing I think Fury has on the champ is speed… And he’s going to have to use it all to run away from Rev-0’s brutalizing hulk!” We see Washington saying something to Fury… The nearest camera mike barely picks it up: “You’re my client’s competition? He’ll take you on… And beat you.” Fury responds, looking straight at Davis: “You think you can beat me without your friends?” Davis says nothing, but Washington snaps off a reply: “You’ll find out just how good he is, rookie!” And then… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Washington takes a right-handed swipe across Fury’s face, sending the redheaded man’s sunglasses skidding across the ring! “What an insulting display!” Comet blurts out. “Yes,” Riley fires back, “What Fury said to Mister Washington’s client was really insulting! He’s lucky he didn’t let Davis take his head off right there!” After a moment, Fury’s eyes open to reveal two ice-blue orbs… But with a fire inside them. He straightens his head, looking into Washington’s eyes, his expression completely, utterly cold. Washington looks a bit petrified… Davis is still unplussed, and actually chuckles when Fury says something to Washington: “You’re gonna regret that!” Then… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Fury fires back with a right of his own. Washington ducks back as Davis steps in, taking the right to the side of the jaw! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! However, the reaction he receives from Davis is a very sick and twisted sneer. Fury, face determined, rears back for another shot, this time looking to lay Davis out. However, this time Davis grabs his fist, drags him down in a wristlock, and pushes the shoulder down to get a good lock on the reversed armbar! Fury’s kendo stick drops to the middle of the ring as Washington scampers out of the ring, and starts banging on the ring apron in evil glee. DING! DING! DING! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “Davis gets Fury under control…’ Comet starts as Davis slaps more pressure into the armbar. “Ha, ha, ha, Comet… Nice one.” “Like I was saying,” Comet starts again, blatantly ignoring Riley,”Davis in control now, and one has to wonder what Fury was thinking…” ---------- “What the Hell was I thinking?!?!? This guy has several pounds on me… And from the looks of him, and the… Fucking… Searing… Pain… I’m feeling… It ain’t fat. And the way he took my punch… That was damn near full force! I shouldn’t have let his little lackey goad me like that. And I shouldn’t be trying to go toe-to-toe with him like that. But first things first… I have to get out of my current predicament.” I dampen down the internal voice for a few moments so I can put a plan into action… I try first untwisting my arm… But Davis must’ve felt me trying that, as his pressure increases, sending a fresh shot of pain blasting from my arm straight to the middle of my brain. “Alright, that didn’t work…” Then, another voice creeps into my ears… “You’re not much of a fighter now, are you, Fury???” I look, seeing Marcus Washington on the ring apron. He’s taunting me. But… I can’t let him dig at me like that. I can’t confront him direct, or I’ll distract myself. All I can do is fight ‘his boy’, beat him, and get at him in the psyche. “Whatcha gonna do now, huh, Fury???” It’s really a good question, but I come up with an answer. I still have one free hand… And I’ve got an open shot… I swing up with that free hand, and my aim is true. I get Davis right in the fleshy part of the throat with a less-than-full-force nerve strike. YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! I feel his grip slacken just a little bit, but that little bit is all I need. Before he can recover, I jam a quick elbow into his gut, then another… However, their effectiveness is lost on this guy. He’s solidly built. I start to feel the pressure coming back to my arm, overriding the ‘pins and needles’ I was feeling a moment ago. Another plan… Quickly… Out of desperation, I drive my legs up, slamming my trapped shoulder into his body. YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Not much give, but there’s enough… Plenty of pain, too... However, that will pass. I slam the shoulder into him again… Again… Finally, blissfully… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! The hold is released. My arm is on fire and numb all at the same time. Still mobile, but not in great shape. I realize suddenly that the pain numbed my alertness and speed as I look up to see… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I sag to a doubled-over position as a rising heat in my chest replaces the coolness of the metal chair… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Now I’m on all fours, looking at the mat close up, back radiating nothing but pain all up and down my spine… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Christ that hurts… I’m driven completely to the mat by another chair shot… Every nerve is either on fire, numb, or just screaming, and I find myself not being able to do too much as Davis falls to the mat, flipping me over, hooking the leg nonchalantly… ONE!... TWO… And I manage to regain enough unused nerves to command my shoulder to drive up. YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Well, I’m glad the crowd likes it, because I don’t think my opponent does… Davis hauls me up off the mat, and slings me across the ring. I hit the ropes, rebounding, and just manage to duck a clothesline… Counting myself lucky, I start planning for a move off the second rebound… And when it comes, I’m ready… I lower my shoulder, looking to catch Davis unawares… And promptly run into a brick wall. BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I look up to see Davis… Smiling? You have to be kidding, right? All I managed to do was nudge him slightly. I run off to the other set of ropes, bounce, shoulder down… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Nothing! Not a damn thing! I set up again, running as fast as I can off the ropes, and… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I suddenly find myself gasping for air as I’m lifted clean off the mat and… SSSSSLLLLLAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I crash into a crumpled heap on the mat after a quick chokeslam. Again with the hooking of the leg… ONE!... TWO… Again I drive the shoulder up… Ow… Too bad, it’s the bad one… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Again, Davis drags me up, and pushes me into the corner… He tries to follow close behind with a tackle, but my feet react before my head, and… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Davis clangs into the ring post, stunned for a moment. I try to charge in to take advantage, but he sends me back the direction I came in with a wicked right hook… I stop my backward stumble, but find it was probably a bad idea as he lands a backhanded punch, trying to cave my face in. BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! My thoughts exactly as I drop to a knee, my brain steeped and swimming in soreness and pain. Davis stands over me now… This guy really has me by the nuts now, and I’m not sure if I can do anything to win. ----- BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! That’s the crowd reaction as Davis hauls up Fury once more. Fury looks decently staggered, and Davis seems to press the issue by driving Fury back down with a nasty-looking headbutt. Once more, Fury is hauled up and slinged across the ring. Davis lines up and… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! As Fury rebounds, Davis absolutely LEVELS Fury with a shoulder block, then sets to stomping the ever-living Hell out if the downed challenger. BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “Citizen Fury is in all sorts trouble here,” Comet states, a bit of shock tinting his voice. “Of course he is!” Riley responds, gushing. “You don’t just up and go against the best Hardcore champion that the fed’s seen in ages, and expect to not get pummeled!” Davis, meanwhile, is still stomping on the rolling Fury. Finally, Fury rolls out into the ring… Straight onto the floor, unable to break his fall. BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Davis raises his hands, then spies something that makes him smile. The chair that he used earlier in the match. He slides the chair out of the ring, then follows suit, eyeing Fury as he gets to all fours. He grabs the chair in his hands, and raises it over his head… And brings it down with crushing power… BBBBBOOOOONNNNNGGGGG!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! The cheering of the fans seems to catch Davis by surprise as the tingling in his hands fades away… He realizes why they’re cheering as he sees the chair nearly bent in half from its impact… On the floor! Fury had rolled out of the way! “Fury extremely lucky there,” Comet says, relieved. “He would’ve been split in half from that powerful chair shot!” “Lucky,” repeats Riley. “Yeah, I’ll agree that’s all it was.” Fury, spurned on by the crowd, manages to scramble quickly to his feet. Davis drops his broken chair in favor for another one nearby, which is less broken. He comes after Fury again, but Fury has a little bit of wind about him now, and scoots out of the way, as the chair connects with nothing but air. YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! The crowd cheers as Fury manages to juke and deke out of the way of a few more chair shots. “Citizen Fury using his speed to his advantage.” Indeed he is, just dodging a chair shot that would’ve taken off his head. Davis, to his credit, is managing to stay calm… He just watches as Fury scoots to a further point from him. “Davis has a distinct advantage in the psychological department right now though,” Riley shoots back. “Fury doesn’t want to come anywhere near him, because he knows he can’t hang.” Davis stands a moment, then tosses the chair aside, and rolls back into the ring. Upon standing, he beckons to Fury, smiling. BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “Citizen Davis, like you said Bobbo, is playing the mental advantage… Trying to get Fury back into the ring.” Fury, looking a little frazzled, slowly slides into the ring… Somehow Davis is right on him again! A kick to the head is enough to keep Fury down on the mat, and at his mercy. Davis leans, hooking his arms through Fury’s, and locks them behind Fury’s neck! Fury struggles in his grasp, but Davis lifts… Straight… Up… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Davis pivots Fury over a bit in a massive show of power, and kneels… Dropping Fury hard, rear-end first on his knee! Fury springs up quickly, but it’s merely involuntary reaction as he flops forward, holding the small of his back. “Davis with an amazing display of power there!” Riley spouts. “Citizen Fury could be just about out of this!” Comet bemoans. Davis watches as Fury writhes in pain on the mat, then slides back out of the ring. He grabs his trusty weapon of choice this match, the chair, tossing it into the ring… Then eyes up a nearby table. BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! He walks over, swiping the tabletop clean as people scramble from the flying items and the cold rage of the Hardcore Champion. He folds the legs of the table up, and slides the whole apparatus into the ring. He slides in after it, and spies Fury just regaining his bearings, pushing himself slowly to all fours. Davis’ lip curl into a sadistic smile as he takes up the chair, and… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Davis drives Fury back down with a chair shot to the lower back! “’Citizen’ Davis working the lower back, greatly affected by that massively powerful Atomic Drop!” Comet utters as Davis readies another swing of the chair. “Come on, Christian! Get out of there!” But… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! … No such luck for the plucky challenger as again his back is beaten. Davis once more drops the chair, and flips the prone Fury onto his back rather harshly, hooking the leg almost as an afterthought. ONE!... TWO!… THRE… And Davis lets go of the pin attempt! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “What a poor showing by Davis!” Comet laments. “He had the win, and is now just toying with Citizen Fury!” “It’s a hardcore match, Comet!” Riley retorts. “Davis’ going to punish him for thinking that he could compete!” Davis hauls Fury up, then gets him in a headscissors, grabbing around his waist… And with a show of true muscle, he powers Fury up and over his shoulders, letting him sit there… And sit there… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! And sit there… But Fury’s moving somewhat… Firing weak-looking hits at the top of Davis’ head… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! The crowd’s renewed support for Fury is short-lived as Davis gets tired of Fury just sitting there, and decides to do something… And drops Fury quick and hard… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Fury winds up folding over as Davis executes his high-angle powerbomb! “This is no good!” Comet screams. “Davis will seriously hurt someone with that dangerous move!” “If danger’s not your game,” Riley responds, “Why are you here?” Davis looks down at the unmoving Fury and stands, walking to the table he brought into the ring. He grabs it up, and props it up in the opposite corner. He then looks back at the still-unmoving Fury, grinning. BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! “For the love of Aphrodite and the mercy of Zeus…” Comet gasps. “He’s looking to end Citizen Fury here and now!” “Finally!” Riley says smugly. “Maybe we’ll see the closure of this on-again, off-again Christian Fury thing.” Davis walks over to Fury, dragging him to his feet. Fury, for his credit, throws a few punches into the bruiser’s midsection, but Davis laughs at the paltry excuse for offense. He slings Fury into the corner with the table, and Fury winds up… SLAM!!!!! BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! …Slapping into the table, head-first! Fury sags against the table. Davis, seeing his chance, gets down in a football stance, ready to move! “Oh sweet mother of Hera, I can’t watch this!” ----- “The fans are screaming their heads off… I’ve just been thrown into a table propped up in the corner … And before that, I was abused pretty heavily.” I smile to myself as I sag against the table. “All according to plan.” I focus, drowning out the crowd, the beat of my heart, and my own breathing, trying to listen for one sound, and one alone… There! I hear it now… The sounds of running… One… Two… Three! And just that quick, I roll off the table, into the ropes, and… SSSSSMMMMMAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! I look to my left, smiling a little to myself. The reward of selling my body to get a bit of a breather is evident: Sean Davis, intent on finishing me, didn’t think I might have been resting and recovering… Choosing NOT to fight back… Letting the adrenaline sink in and dull the pain so I can go on… And when he looked to tackle me right through that table… Well… I’d say he was a little short-sighted. However, he’s already extracting himself from his self-made situation, so I must act quickly. I look around, and find something... Neglected the whole match: My kendo stick. I run over, sliding to the ground to grab up my weapon of choice and spring quickly back to my feet… Thank you, “Fight or Flight” responses! Davis… Geez, he recovers rather quickly. And he doesn’t look the least bit happy. Ah well, no matter. He’ll survive and deal with it. Or not. He comes at me, and I just swing away… SSSSSLLLLLAAAAAPPPPP!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! I hit Davis once across the chest, and I notice a few things right away. One, he’s still standing… A slight winded and paused in his advance, but still standing. Two… I broke my damn kendo stick! You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me! Nevertheless, there it is… Half still in my hands, the other half 5 feet behind the now pissed-off Davis. I duck under his grab attempt, and dive for the lonely-looking chair that sits a few feet away. I get to it, grab it up, and pop to a stand… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Thank you, thank you… Soon I won’t have the adrenaline to do that again, but it’s nice it’s appreciated now. I wheel around, and find that Davis is just close enough to swing at. I do so, and… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! … Holy shit. The bastard took a chair shot to the chest, with everything I had behind it, and all I got him to do was kneel? To Hell with this… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Ahhhhh… There we go. A chair shot to the head staggers him… But he’s still… Getting… Up… Must do something about this, and quick! I still have the chair… Not broken yet… So I swing… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! And Davis catches it with both hands! Holy shit… Not good! But… It could be… I let go of the chair, and just that quick, Davis swings down… However, I was expecting that. I jump back, in time to avoid getting my dome caved in, and as he reloads for another swing, I set… Plant… And… ----- WHAM-SLAP!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Fury manages to fell the bruiser with an out-of-nowhere Gore… But Davis didn’t let the deed go unpunished as he had the foresight to bring the chair back down as he was falling, still managing to level a hard shot on Fury’s lower back. “Finally Citizen Fury has brought the big man down!” Comet yells over the crowd. “That may be,” answers Riley, “But what kind of damage did he take doing it?” That’s a good question, seeing as both men are managing to look lifeless… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! That, my friends, is the sound of fan frustration, as Davis sits up… Quickly. He looks around a moment, and sees Fury still down. He rolls Fury over, hooking the leg… ONE!... TWO!… THRE… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Fury shows amazing strength as he powers out of the near-fall! “Citizen Fury is still in this!” Comet shouts in almost genuine surprise as Davis glares daggers at the ref for, what he considers at least, a slow count. “Fury is just delaying the inevitable,” Riley sighs. “He should just roll over now, and let Davis retain the belt that’s so rightfully his…” However, Fury doesn’t really show signs of rolling over… As a matter of fact… SMACK!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Fury levels a dual spinning backfist into the area just under Davis’ jaw! The big man staggers a little bit, but Fury presses the minor advantage… SMACK!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Another spinning backfist to the jaw! Davis backpedaling slightly now, trying to gather himself, but Fury has none of it… SMACK!!!!! WHACK!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Another backfist, followed up by a heel kick to the chest puts the champ on the ropes! Fury quickly yanks Davis off the ropes, using that little bit of spring… SMACK!!!!! WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! Fury just leveled the champion with a nasty short-arm clothesline! Down goes Davis! Down goes Davis! “Amazing offensive outburst by Fury!” Comet exclaims as Fury slides down, hooks the leg… ONE!... TWO… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Davis powers the shoulder up, but Fury seems unfazed. He jumps up, immediately running to grab the discarded chair. Davis is climbing to his feet… ----- WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Ahhhh… So cathartic… I watch as Davis reels around from a chair blast to the back of the head… Staggered, but not out. I dump the chair as he approaches me, and catch him across the chest, under the arms, using all my strength to hold him still. I can already feeling him building up to fight me, so I have to do this quick… I spin him around slightly, looking at the mat to see where my target is… Ahhhhh, there it is… I look around at the crowd, and… YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! I think they get what I’m doing… And now’s the time… I summon the last little bit of adrenaline-enhanced strength I have, and heave… Lifting him up… I don’t have the strength to get him too high, but it’ll have to do, as gravity’s already trying to undo my work… I pitch forward slightly, and give in to the pull of the Earth… ----- WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM-CLANG!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! “By Ares!” Comet blurts out. “Fury just landed a sidewalk slam onto the steel chair! Davis’ head and upper back just smashed onto the unrelenting steel!” “Wow,” Riley replies, seemingly humbled. “I must say that impressed me… Your call, however, did not.” Fury, whom that move took a lot out of as well, crawls over and hooks the leg for the cover… ONE!... TWO… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Davis powers the shoulder up again! Fury is a bit slow in his moves now, but is quick enough to grab the chair from under Davis’ prone form, and… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAMMMMM!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Fury lays Davis out once more with a ‘Louisville Slugger’ style shot to the side of the head before Davis has a change to recover any more. Fury then lays the chair down on Davis’ chest, and eyes the top turnbuckle! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! “By the pipes of Pan!” Comet cries. “Don’t do it, Fury! There’s too much at stake!” “Do it, Fury!” Riley yells over top of his partner as Fury climbs the turnbuckles. “Show the world how much of a fool you really are!” Fury gets to the top buckle, surveying the scene below… Davis… BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Davis is starting to stir! Fury sees this, stands up straight, and leaps… Falling… Leg extended… And… WWWWWHHHHHAAAAA-CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! HO-LY-SHIT! Fury grimaces in pain, but… Davis didn’t move! And doesn’t now! “He did it!” Comet exclaims with near orgasmic joy. “He did it…” Riley utters with shock and surprise. Fury bites his lip, his leg obviously hurting, but crawls and hooks Davis’ leg for the cover! ONE!... TWO!… … … … THREE! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! DING! DING! DING! The crowd explodes as the ref comes grabs the belt from ringside, and places it into Fury’s hands as he stares up at the ceiling, breathing hard, in obvious pain. Fury blinks, then raises his hands, holding the belt up for the world to see! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! “Your winner…” Funyon announces over the crowd, “And… NEW SWF Hardcore Gamers Champion… CHRISTIAN… FUUUUU-RYYYYY!!!!!” “Citizens, we’re up against the commercial break, but we’ll be right back!” The camera fades out on Fury’s face, filled anguish, pain, and joy all at once…
  3. the.weej

    SWF Smarkdown - October 4th!

    The sound of the roaring fans is the first thing to greet everyone's ears as SWF Smarkdown is on the air. The camera swings around the arena, picking up the usual smattering of signs - insults to Toxxic and Revolution Zero, generic 'we love *insert name here*' signs, and a disturbing number of them are dedicated to Uncle Filthy. As the camera swings around the arena and pans down towards the announcer's table, the voices of Comet and Riley become audible. "Hello everyone, I'm CYCLOOOOOOOOOONE COMET! We're on the air citizens, and we're already getting a match underway! In just a few moments, Citizen Wolfe will go up against the... unique... Citizen Filthy!" Comet calls. "Unique? The guy's a BUM!" Riley snorts. "I can't feel the way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored!" The sound of Linkin Park's "Faint" kicks up over the speakers, and the camera immediatley swings towards the stage as the form of Evan Wolfe strides down the ramp, a single white strobelight lighting him up as he approaches the ring. Funyon is ready as ever to do his duty, and he begins his usual pre-match announcements. "The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Greensboro North Carolina! At six-foot-two and two hundred and twenty seven pounds... EVAAAAAAAAAAAAN WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLFE!" The crowd simply boos the living daylights out of the unknown rookie, as he rolls into the ring and mounts the turnbuckles for a moment, before leaping off them and waiting for his opponent, striding around the ring. He doesn't get it right away, as the instrumental Jazz From Hell version of Frank Zappa's "Let's Make The Water Turn Black" blasts from the speakers! The familiar and comical forms of Cap'n Plundah and Gorilla Pete dance out onto the stage, trying to rile the crowd up into an "Uncle Filthy" chant as they groove their way down the ramp. Half-heartedly, some of the crowd get into it, but most of them just stare in surprise. "And his opponent, from... theeee Magical World Of Your Imagination! With Gorilla Pete and Cap'n Plundah, at six-foot-two and two hundred and fifty six pounds... UNNNNNNNNCLE FIIIIILTHY!" "WHADDAYA SAY, KIDS!?" In the silence that follows, a solitary and embarassed voice calls out "Uncle!" from the crowd amid the odd cheer or two. A cheap burst of yellow pyritechnics explode from the stage, revealing the hobo-ish form of Uncle Filthy, with the Magic Bindle over his shoulder. He waves to the crowd with a cheesy grin, before racing down the ramp past his dancing cohorts and jumping in. Ripping off his coat, the inspirational shirt for the day is "Don't Be Filthy.". Half the crowd groans inwardly at the pun of that, too. Funyon slides out of the ring as the commentators begin to speak. "This match promises to be interesting, Robert." Comet begins. "Indeed..." Riley grins a mile wide. "Look!" Lights around the Smarktron have turned an ominous green colour. And then a machinegun-like burst of black and white pyrotechnics erupt along the ramp! "Your cruel device... Your blood, like ice... One look could kill... My pain, your thrill!" As smoke billows around the ramp, the familiar tune of Alice Cooper's "Poison" continues to ring out. Half the crowd cringes and the other starts up ragged cheers as the familiar, catsuit-clad, clawed and furred form of everyone's favourite ferret-weasel - Ebony - strides from the smoke with a sadistic grin on her face. She pirouettes once on the ramp and spreads her arms as if motioning the crowd to love her, and some of them do. At ringside, Funyon shuffles through his cards and finally picks one out, lifting the microphone as Comet and Riley watch in mild surprise. "And making a surprise appearance! At six-foot and an even two hundred pounds! From the Hidden Tower of the world of Talla'doon! She is the one and only... EBOOOOOOOOOOONYYYYYYY!" "When did she get an introduction?" Riley whispers to his partner. "I don't know." Comet frowns thoughtfully. "Maybe Zenon hired her permanently." "...that scares me." "And me too, Robert..." Evan already had a disgusted look on his face at the sight of Uncle Filthy, but the sight of something on two legs with fur just makes him shake his head and head for the ropes. Muttering something about this being far too weird for a rookie like him, he's about to leave the area... when Uncle Filthy simply spins him around and decks him with a wild punch! In surprise, Wolfe rolls to the floor while Uncle dances around in the ring, as his two assistants move to question the presence of the lesbian ferreasel approaching the ring. Riley and Comet watch the goings on with raised eyebrows. "Not a good idea..." Riley watches Cap'n Plundah and Gorilla Pete block Ebony's path. Everyone's favourite gangsta pirate gets the trademark clawed kick to the groin, sending him collapsing to the ground and whimpering in pain. Ebony lifts her eyebrows at Gorilla Pete, leaning forward to sniff the moth eaten costume a few times as if unsure of what she's seeing. Pete himself is espousing on just how awesome the suit Ebony has to be wearing is, and the lesbian ferret has had enough of it. She pushes past Pete and approaches the ring, and the man in the suit grabs her shoulder... only to receive a stunningly flexible kick to the chin! Diving into the ring, Ebony kips up lightly to her feet and mounts the turnbuckles, lifting her arms to scattered praise from the crowd. By now Evan Wolfe has regained his feet and cautiously inches around the ring, but the mildly psychotic lesbian's attention is not on him, as she jumps off the turnbuckles. She has a paw over her nose and is simply staring at Uncle Filthy, who dances a happy little jig before finally noticing the sleek, black-furred figure standing before him. No one seems to know what's about to happen, as Filthy strides forward with a ridiculous looking grin on his face. He puts a hand on Ebony's shoulder, almost friendly... ...and the ferreasel simply bitchslaps the taste out of his mouth! As Filthy rubs his jaw, Ebony inspects her paw with a disgusted look and brushes it off against her suit, before hooking an arm and whipping Uncle into the corner. She follows this up with a sharp spear, ramming an elbow into the dirty old hobo-lookalike's ribs, before doing a backflip kick that connects under the chin. Uncle collapses into a sitting position, and Ebony flips him off with a slender claw before hammering the stomps into his groin area. "Crotch Crusher." Riley calls half-heartedly. "Aptly named." Comet agrees as Ebony hammers away with stomps to Filthy's testicles. At around the count of twenty, Filthy appears to have passed out, so Ebony shrugs and ceases, scuffing her foot on the mat to get the grime off. She snorts disgustedly and looks around for the other wrestler in the match, and spots Evan just reaching the bottom of the ramp with a 'this is too weird for me' look on his face. With a smile, the ferret-weasel hops the rops and jumps down from the apron. The moment Wolfe sees her coming, after what she did to Filthy's poor testicles, makes him back away all the faster, never taking his eyes off her. "Run! Run faster, Evan!" Riley urges. And so Ebony breaks into a loping run. "Too late." Comet winces. And before Wolfe can blink, she slams a beautiful looking running kick straight into his testicles, making him wheeze and stumble back, gasping in pain. Tears spring to his eyes as Ebony inspects her handiwork - Cap'n Plundah and Gorilla Pete still down, Uncle Filthy unconscious in the ring, and Evan stumbling around holding his crotch. And so with a shrug, Ebony applies a front facelock and falls back with the Wolfe in her grasp, wrapping thighs around his waist and squeezing tight. Wolfe's screams are muffled as she tightens her vicelike grip, until someone has the presence of mind to ring the bell and get the ferreasel's attention. "Your winner of this Double No Show.... EBOOOOOOOOOOONY!" Funyon yells. The sounds of Alice Cooper's "Poison" ring out over the speakers again, as after the longest pause, Ebony releases her favoured submission and rolls to her feet. She does a little pirouette on the spot, looking around at the unconscious Uncle, his battered assistants, and the wheezing, very-much-in-pain Evan Wolfe. And then she shrugs, striding up the ramp and stopping on the stage, turning around to grin out at the crowd, winking at one particularly attractive female at ringside. And then she makes a flamboyant bow, to scattered...cheers! "One look (one look) Could kill (could kill) My pain, your thrill!" How she managed to get so popular on this world that isn't her own, she'll never know. But the lesbian ferret-weasel basks in the spotlight for as long as possible, before strolling backstage with "Poison" still blaring in the background. The camera swings back towards the announce table, where Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley continue to sit, looking at the ringside carnage. As officials and medical crew come out to check on the various participants, the two announcers shrug. "Ebony with a surprise appearance tonight to 'welcome' these people to the SWF, I guess..." Riley shakes his head. "Something tells me they must have annoyed management" Comet says sagely. "Maybe they didn't write." "Fourth wall!" "Oh, right. I wonder why she's even still about, Robert. I thought she was hired by the no-longer-with-us Commissioner Zenon..." The duo look out across the ringside area and then at each other. As the camera begins to cut to commercial, Riley's voice is a little above a whisper. "Maybe he gave her a contract..." Fade to Black.
  4. the.weej

    SWF Smarkdown - October 4th!

    As the lights at the Staples Center dim, Funyon walks briskly into the ring. The crowd gives the man with the bow tie a warm round of applause as he picks up the microphone. “The next contest will be a singles match”, be begins as cheers for rkade and Carnage compete for attention. “It will be one fall for a finish with a 30 minute time limit…” A slow, metal rendition of NES Gauntlets’ theme begins playing over the arenas sound system as the audience turns their attention to the Jumbotron. “Making his way to the ring, he weights in at 350 pounds and hails from Sacramento, California…Ladies and gentlemen give a warm welcome to rkaaaaade!!!” The crowd gives a polite round of applause as rkade steps from behind the curtains and stands at the threshold of the entrance ramp. A stout Japanese woman with a very bad mullet hairstyle who appears to be his valet accompanies him. As the crowd watches rkade he stops to offer a few quick poses, then makes his way to the ring. “It appears the next match will be the SWF rookie match we’ve been hearing about,” Cyclone Comet states as Robert Riley stares incredulously at the approaching rkade. “Where the hell did they find this guy?” Riley blurts as rkade runs his fingers through his long, unkempt beard. A few members of the audience chuckle at the site of the five foot ten cannon ball of a man heading towards the ring. The immediate impression is he is more biker than wrestler with his black bandanna and far from athletic physique. A large black eye patch covers his right eye giving him a menacing appearance. That added with a large barbed wire cane he carries over his head sends a clear message rkane has come to fight. “I believe Citizen rkade hails from Sacramento” Cyclone Comet responds as Riley watches rkade roll into the ring and climb the far side ring post. The crowd applauds enthusiastically as rkade strikes a pose for them. Outside the ring the Japanese woman walks to the ring post area as rkade climbs down to the mat. He removes his black bandanna and flannel shirt and hands them to his valet as he turns to await his opponent. “He’s disgusting!” Robert Riley exclaims as he gets a good look at the shirtless, hairy fat man in the center of the ring. “He’s supposed to be a wrestler?” As the audience quiets Funyon once again picks up the microphone. “…And his opponent…hailing from parts unknown he weights in at 307 pounds. Ladies and gentlemen give a warm welcome to…Carrrrnage!!!” BOOM A cloud of smoke rises from under the Jumbotron as Drowning Pool blares over the speakers. Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the flooooooooooor!!!!! Out of the smoke the six foot five Carnage slowly emerges from behind the curtain and glances over the crowd. A hush fills the arena, as Carnage is an imposing site; he walks deliberately towards the ring. He is wearing a leather mask with wires covering the mouth and had a wild look in his eyes. As he nears the ring he avoids eye contact with the crowd. Inside the ring rkade locks his eyes on his opponent as he pauses before entering the ring. “Citizen Carnage is an imposing physical specimen”, Cyclone Comet states matter of factly as the referee instructs rkade to put town his barbed-wire cane. Carnage waits patiently while rKane surrenders the weapon to his valet, Combat Toyoda. “He may be big, but he’s a total whack job from what I’ve been hearing” Riley responds. The crowd gives a round of applause as Carnage rolls into the ring and he and rkade go nose to nose. Standing at the far side of the ring of the ring the referee signals for the bell. The two men lock eye as the crowd quiets. A sneer flashes across rkades’ face as he shoves Carnage back. The man in the mask immediately responds with a blistering knife-edge across the chest of rkade that knocks him back a few steps. The men exchange a series of wild punches, as rkade appears to get the initial advantage. As Carnage is driven back from rkades punches the fat man runs jumps on Carnage sending him to the mat. He fires a series of hard rights to his fallen opponents skull. “It appears rkade is not intimidated by Carnage” Cyclone states as rkade continues to unload on his opponent. He quickly gets to his feet and adopts a three-point stance as Carnage struggles to get off the mat. As Carnage turns to face rkade the fat man charges him like a bull at a matador. Carnage deftly side steps the impact and counters the intended spear with a drop toe hold that sends rkade face first to the canvas. Carnage quickly fishhooks rkades right arm pinning it behind his back and drops a series of hard knees to his lower back. “Fat man gets to eat the mat” Robert Riley quips. “At least he’s eating something!” Rkade awkwardly rolls around in an effort to free himself from the arm lock. Carnage continues to abuse his opponents back as he drives knee after knee into rKades’ lower back. The crowd reacts excitedly as rkade finally manages to get to his feet. The excitement is short lived as Carnage slips behind his opponent and locks his waist. The crowd hushes as Carnage nails rKade with a release German suplex. “Hey, pigs can fly!” Riley mocks as rKade goes sailing across the ring and lands awkwardly on his neck. Carnage is quick to follow up the suplex as he charges at his fallen adversary. He pulls rKade to his feet but the fat man counters by grabbing Carnage by the head and nailing him with a jawbreaker. Carnage stumbles backward and rKade…recognizing the prime opportunity…fires a bone jarring spear at the masked man. The crowd cheers wildly as rKade pulls out a pair of imaginary handguns and fires several shots at his opponent. With Carnage flat on his back rKade dives into the air and nails him with his patented Death from above splat. “Merciful Zeus what an impact!” Cyclone Comet squeals as rKade makes the cover. ONE TWO THR…..No! At the last second Carnage kicks out-- much to rKades’ dismay. “rKades pretty agile…” Riley snips “…for such a fat slob!” Rkade immediately pulls Carnage to his feet and wraps his massive left arm around his neck. He snaps off a painful neck breaker that once again introduces Carnage to the mat. He fires a series of hard kicks to Carnages’ head before once again pulling him to his feet. Rkade points to the sky as he again swaps his huge arm around the masked opponents head. “S.W. fuckin’ F” he screams as he nails Carnage with a DDT. The crowd cheers wildly as rkade wraps him up for the pin. ONE TWO THRE…Nooo! Again Carnage kicks out as rkade looks on in disbelief. “Citizen rkade is dominating the match so far, but Carnage has yet to go down!” Cyclone explains as rkade once again pulls up Carnage. This time Carnage rewards his efforts with a hard knee to the abdomen. The impact doubles over his surprised opponent as Carnage quickly nails him with a powerful jumping DDT! “That will take the starch out of him” Riley quips as rKade suffers the repercussions of the DDT. Carnage steps over the big man and mounts his back as he locks his gloved hands under his fallen opponents chin. The crowd recognizes the set up immediately as a look of fear flashes over rKades face… CAMEL CLUTCH!!! Carnage pulls back wildly on rKades chin as the fat mans face contorts in pain. “It would appear the valiant effort by Citizen rKade was in vain”, Cyclone predicts as the referee asks rKade is he wants to quit. “Just tell him there’s free pizza downstairs”, Riley snips as Carnage continues to crank out the punishment. Rkade reaches in desperation for the ropes as he can feel his lower back throb in pain from the pressure. He ignores the pain as he struggles to reach the ropes. The crowd begins to get behind the fat man as he gets closer to the bottom rope. He reaches his hand out to grasp it but Carnage abandons the Camel clutch and contents himself with a knee drop to the back of rKades' skull. The crowd responds to Carnages’ cheap shot as rKade rolls out of the ring. FREEEEAK FREEEEAK FREEEEAK!!! Carnage appears upset at the chant as he puts his hands to his ears as if trying to block out the screams. RKade notices the distraction and carefully climbs to the ring apron. He drops his right hand to his lower back as the pain stabs deeply into his body. After the split second of distraction he turns his eyes to Carnage and immediately eats a big boot to the face. The impact sends him crashing from the ring apron to the guardrails below. “What an impact”, exclaims Cyclone Comet. “Uncoordinated slob” barks Robert Riley. Carnage gracefully slides under the bottom rope and heads straight for the dazed rKade. He grabs the right arm of his opponent and twists it into a painful arm wrench. As rKade tries to escape the hold Carnage fires several well-aimed toe kicks to rKades ribcage. This appears to soften the fat man up. Carnage sends rKade head first into the steel guardrails as the crowd reacts to his every move. Inside the ring the referee has already started his count. ONE TWO Carnage savagely stomps at the head and neck area of his fallen adversary. THREE As Carnage continues to unload on rKade the fat man fires a quick low blow the mad masked man. The shot escaped the notice of the official, which was fortunate for rKade and very unfortunate for Carnage who falls to his knees in pain. FOUR “Citizen rKade will have to move a little faster of he wants to avoid the count out” Cyclone Comet states. FIVE The crowd begins to chant as Combat Toyoda screams at him to get up and continue fighting. SIX RKade struggles to his feet just as Carnage rises back to his. The two men immediately exchange blows as the referee continues his count. SEVEN “I don’t think either man will be able to beat the count”, Robert Reilly observes as the referee continues EIGHT Carnage fires a blistering knife-edge to rKade that sends the fat man to the Staples Center floor. He quickly dives under the bottom rope as rKade forces himself back to his feet NINE A split second before the ten-count rKade dives under the bottom rope. Carnage reacts in surprise but does not hesitate to continue the assault on his corpulent opponent. “A little speed by the fat man”, Reilly mocks as Carnage fires another boot to rKades’ lower back. “Who would have thunk it?” Carnage pulls rKane to his feet as he locks his left arm around his opponent’s head. He reaches down with his right arm and grabs rKanes' sweaty black tights. The crowd hushes as they recognize the set up BRAIN BUSTER Carnage effortlessly hoists the 350 pounder into the air and positions him vertically as the crowd is shocked into silence. The masked man sends him crashing to the mat, making the whole ring shakes from the impact. He quickly wraps him up for the pin. ONE TWO THRE….Noooo! Miraculously rKade raises a shoulder to avoid the certain pin fall. “Holy Mackerel” Cyclone Comet blurts as Carnage seems shocked that rKade was able to avoid the pin. The masked man again goes to pull up his opponent but this time he is met by another well-hidden low blow by the tenacious rKade. Carnage is rocked by the low blow and as he falls to his knee’s while the audience begins to cheer his adversary. R---KADE R---KADE R----KADDDDE!! “The crowd is really getting behind rKade”, Cyclone understates as the hirsute fat man staggers to his knees’ and fires a hard right to Carnages jaw. The masked man falls back to the mat as now rKade stomps away at his opponent. “It does appear the tide is turning”, Reilly acknowledges. “But never count out a crazy man like Carnage” As Carnage lies on the mat rKade fires a baseball slide to his opponents head that connects with a loud thud. He grabs Carnage and pulls him to his feet only to send him crashing back to the mat with a brutal belly-to-belly suplex. He hooks the leg and goes for a pin ONE TWO Carnage bridges out as rKade wastes no time in continuing his offense. He again pulls Carnage up only to nail with with a jumping Spine buster. The impact has Carnage doubled over in pain, which provides the perfect opportunity for rKade to drop him with a vicious clothesline. As Carnage crashes to the mat a smirk comes over rKades’ face as he points to the sky. “What’s he doing now?” Quizzes Robert Reilly. “I think Citizen rKade has conceived an idea” Cyclone replies. “I think he’s spotted the pop corn man in the stands” The crowd cheers as rKade climbs to the top turnbuckle. A wide smile flashes over his face as he goes for his patented Moonsault… THE FATMAN!! The Fat man is disappointed as Carnage rolls out of the way leaving rKade to once again taste the mat. “Crash and burn” blurts Reilly is disgust. Carnage and rKade both struggle to their feet as the crowd cheers them on. The crowd is on its feet and both men are visibly weakened. They approach each other in the center of the ring as rkade fires a wild kick at the head of carnage. The planned Dragonslayer misses its mark as Carnage avoids the impact. A look of surprise flashes over rkades face as Carnage grabs him by the throat. He lifts him high into the air as the crowd roars CRASH Carnage slams rkade to the mat with a thunderous Choke Slam. The fat man quivers on the mat from the impact as Carnage grabs him by the skull and pulls him to his feet. The crowds’ cheers turn into awe as Carnage pulls up and inverts the 350 pounder. He locks his knees’ on rkades skull and sends him crashing to the mat. TOMBSTONE PILE DRIVER! “Merciful Zeus”, exclaims Cyclone Comet. “Stick a fork in him…he’s done” replies Robert Reilly dismissively. The audience quiets as Carnage folds rkades hands across his chest; his unconscious opponent lies motionless on the mat. The referee quickly leaps in to make the count ONE TWO THREE!!! Ding Ding Ding! As the crowd applauds Carnage slowly rises from the mat. The referee raises Carnage’s hand in the air as Funyon steps into the ring. “An impressive beginning for both these athletes here tonight” Cyclone Comet states as Funyon takes to the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen the time of the match 19 minutes and 4 seconds. The winner via pinfall… Carnaaage!!!”
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    SWF Smarkdown - October 4th!

    Card: MAIN EVENT CAPTAIN FALL TAG MATCH Revolution Zero (Toxxic © and "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins) and "The Icon" Max King v. Andrea Montgomery © and Hollywood Boulevard (Mike Van Siclen and "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez) -> Yeah, so TNT said I should book this match, before anybody thinks I'm trying to play favorites here. Davis is preoccupied with a Hardcore title defence later tonight, and as a result the new ICTV Champion Max King will be joining forces with the other two Revolution Zero members to take on Hollywood Boulevard and... Andrea Montgomery? Shouldn't she be pissed at Mike Van Siclen over his actions on Lockdown? Well, she's been guaranteed a rematch by Toxxic. Will that mend the burned bridge between her and Mike Van Siclen long enough for the faces to score the duke? Rules: The first team to pin the other team's captain wins the match. If another member of the other team is pinned, they must leave the match, but the match does not end until the captain is pinned. In case you can't figure it out, the heel captain is Toxxic; face captain is Andrea Montgomery. USJL TITLE MATCH David Cross© v. Danny Dagda -> So what, you ask, has Dagda done to deserve a USJL title shot? Absolutely nothing. However, sometimes emergency matches have to be made because people forget to give other people who don't have CC board access the roster. Because these people are idiots. But regardless! David Cross is a champion, and as such, eager to defend his title against all comers... unless he's a slimy Memphis champion who's trying to get out of defenses. Which I'm pretty sure he's not. I dunno; I haven't been paying a whole lot of attention lately, sorry. Rules: Standard singles rules. CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE MATCH Ryan Dustin © v. Austin Sly -> Dustin no-showed in his bid to become USJL #1 contender last show. Not cool. As a result, the new #1 contender to Dustin's Cruiserweight title, Austin Sly, will get his shot at Dustin right away. Dustin impressed many people with his win at Genesis V, but is it possible he's just a one-hit wonder? Rules: Standard Cruiserweight rules. SINGLES MATCH Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix v. Stryke -> Stryke was the victim of a HUGE upset on Lockdown, falling victim to Uncle Filthy. Meanwhile, Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix had a victory stolen from him on Lockdown by Max King, and in the process had the ICTV Title taken from him as well. So naturally, since both got upset last show they'll face each other this show. Let's put it this way; after tonight, one of them will be very upset. Ah ha. Rules: Standard singles rules. HARDCORE TITLE MATCH Sean Davis © v. Christian Fury -> This is why Sean Davis' name isn't up top. CC was so impressed with Davis' victory over Sly at Genesis that they're going to throw the newly christened (ha ha) Hardcore #1 contender, Christian Fury, at him right away. Fury didn't appear to have any rust on Lockdown, but in his second match back can he stand up to the imposing Rev-0 bruiser? Rules: None. USJL TITLE #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH Uncle Filthy v. Evan Wolfe -> Everybody's favorite wrestler, Uncle Filthy, picked up a huge win over former ICTV Champion Stryke on Lockdown. God knows I was impressed, and CC felt much the same way. As a result of Filthy's victory, and to a lesser extent the three guys in the last #1 contenders' match no-showing, he finds himself in line for a USJL Title shot. Standing in his way? Newcomer Evan Wolfe, who would absolutely hate to be the bearer of bad news for Filthy. See, I read the stats page... Rules: Standard singles rules. NEW GUY MATCH "Blind" Ryan Klein v. Carnage -> Stepping up to the plate for blind people everywhere is "Blind" Ryan Klein. He seems like an intelligent enough individual, but can he use those smarts to steal a win from fellow newcomer Carnage? Rules: Standard singles rules.
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    SWF Smarkdown - October 4th!

    Pyrotechnics explode throughout the inside of the Staples Center, signaling the beginning of Smarkdown, which brings a loud cheer from the capacity crowd inside. The camera pans around, showing that there isn't a seat empty in the entire arena. "Welcome to SMAAAAAAAAARKDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN! I'M THE CYCLOOOOOOONE COOOOOOOOOMET! HERE ALONG..." "I'll introduce myself, thank you. I'm Robert Riley, the TRUE host of these shows!" "And we have a great show ahead of us tonight, Bobby! Three titles are on the line tonight, as the USJL, Hardcore, AND Cruiserweight Championships are all on the line tonight! Could we see a surprise like last week, where a new champion was crowned?" Comet asks. "Surprise nothing, that was greatness last week in the ICTV Title division and you know..." Riley begins, then blinks. "Well, this is interesting." He says, noticing that there is a red carpet being rolled out from the entryway. "Why in the world would a red carpet be rolled out at a time like this?" Comet asks out loud. "I didn't get any..." Before Comet can complete his sentence, "Bitch" starts to play over the speakers in the arena, and the crowd is quick to boo loudly as the red-headed manager makes her way down the ramp on the red carpet. Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen...please welcome the self-proclaimed future owner of SWF...KELLY...CONNELLY! "Ah, NOW I get it. Kelly wanted the treatment that she knows that she and King so rightly deserve, and that's the reason for the red carpet!" Riley states with a chuckle. "This is going to be very interesting indeed." "Kelly showing her egomaniacal attitude right now, and we'll have to see just how much that egomaniacal style will come in to play later tonight, as she brings her man to the ring for the main event, teaming with Revolution Zero." Comet comments as Kelly, having ordered the referee to hold the ring ropes open for her, steps her way into the ring ever so sexily. Even though the majority of the crowd hates her, the majority of the male portion of the crowd, as well as some of the females, whistle a bit as she does this, followed by taking the microphone from Funyon. "Well now, isn't this a great way to start the month, huh people?" she begins with a big smile on her face. "Already, in a few months time, something incredible and beautiful has happened in this company: a title belt that was tarnished in the past has regained glory!" The crowd seems to boo loudly at that comment by Kelly, as they know the truth about what happened in the ICTV championship match last week. Kelly simply shrugs off the boos directed her way, and continues. "And with that title back where it belongs...around the waist of a great, handsome superstar, there's only one thing that can happen: the company's standings in the world will improve. People who tuned out to our shows will tune back in, and my SWF will experience a golden age unlike any before!" Comet sighs a bit. "She's NOT the owner, so why the heck is she acting like she IS the owner?" "Because she can, Comet! She's getting in practice for when she finally DOES own the company." Kelly looks out now. "And now, I would like to introduce you to the wrestling megastar that will lead the way in that golden age...a man unparalleled in this company like no other in history...give it up for the NEEEEEEEW SWF ICTV Champion, the one...the only..."THE ICON"...MAX...KING!" Unlike any before in his matches, a slew of incredible pyrotechnics that encompass the entire arena goes off...a display that would probably cost more than anything usually used for the shows and entrances. "Superstar" starts to play amidst the explosions, and when the fireworks stop going off, Max King is standing on the top of the entrance ramp, wearing a very expensive looking suit and carrying the ICTV Championship belt proudly over his shoulder. "...someone has been dipping into the trust funds, apparently." Comet notes as King makes his way down the ramp. "He must have spent a lot of money for that display." "And it's money well spent, if you ask me Comet!" Riley says with a smile. "He's showing right here exactly what the reception of a new champion SHOULD be...stylish, expensive...regal like...it's PERFECT!" he finishes, as King gets up onto the ring apron, where Kelly is holding the ropes open for him to step through. As soon as King is in the ring, he holds his newly won title belt up high, and behind him a new set of pyro goes off, forming in fireworks the word "Icon", as Kelly embraces her client happily. When the pyro and music dies down, King grabs the mic, looking around the arena with his nose in the air almost. "...Can you feel that in the air, people?" King begins, keeping his eyes closed right now as he talks. "That feeling is the winds of change blowing over right now. Winds that will change things for the better, due to ME becoming the NEW ICTV Champion!" The crowd quickly shows their thoughts on that, as they boo and chant "MAX KING SUCKS" as loudly as they possibly can. "Hey, chant it all you want people, but the fact remains that I am proving beyond leaps and bounds that I am one of the, if not THE...best rookie in this company today!" King states. "I am the one man in this industry that, if the need came, could lead the company to leaps and bounds that no one has ever done before! And tonight will be no different!" "Oh, so King is FINALLY going to talk about his match tonight." Comet notes. "It's about time." "SHHH! Greatness is talking, Comet!" Riley reminds. King smirks a bit. "You think that I'm worried at all about tonight's match? I KNOW my team, under my guidance, will be able to pull off the victory. Think about it...I'm sure I have beaten Van Siclen some time in my career. And in the past few months, I have defeated BOTH Andrea Montgomery AND the "Urbane Legend"...meaning that none of those three competitors are even in my LEAGUE!" King chuckles a bit. "As a matter of fact...now that I think about it, as the ICTV Champion...there isn't a wrestler in this entire ROSTER that's not holding a title that's in my league. I am, quite frankly, one of the greatest of ALL time in SWF! I may just be so great, that they won't EVER be able to find an opponent for me to face for MY ICTV Championship! I'm just THAT good, people, and you all better learn to LIKE it." Kelly smiles to King, whispering in his ear a bit. King nods after she says whatever she says. "And Kelly is right...very right indeed. Right now, it's DAMN good...to be THE King!" "Superstar" plays up once again, the crowd's "MAX KING SUCKS" chants even louder than before. "Well, Max King was certainly confident tonight...we'll have to see if that carries over later tonight, as King teams with Revolution Zero against Hollywood Boulevard and Andrea Montgomery!" King and Kelly walk up the red carpet with smiles on their face, and just before the camera fades out on them, they give each other a deep, loving, passionate kiss as they grope each other on the top of the apron.
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    Promo: Uncle Filthy Show!

    Handpuppets. All that was missing from this was handpuppets. God, this shit just smokes Blue's Clues, doesn't it? -Z
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    Total Days Holding an SWF Title

    Note that I am no-where to be found on that list. As an interesting bit of trivia, I'm the only head booker to never have won the world title, let alone any WF title at all. If you were include his JL run, I think you'd find out that Tom's total time with a belt is perilously close to two years, and that there's maybe three and a half months of his career where he didn't have some kind of title. That's incredible/terrifying. -Z
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    SWF Smarkdown Card, 10-4-04!

    A safe assumption, although one I've been able to correct. -Z
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    SWF Lockdown Card September 29

    http://www.hppsj.com/ Fury wins. -Z
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    Smartmarks Fake Baseball League

    Alright, no change to closer for McClain this year. Here's the spring training thing: Pure Stuff - 6 Pitching Velocity - 2 Pitching Control - 5 Stamina - 7 -Z
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    Smartmarks Fake Baseball League

    Well, given his ugly, ugly season and mediocre playoff preformance, I'm wondering if I shouldn't have Nigel switch to closer. What's your take, Duran? -Z
  13. The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation Presents... SWF STORM! LIVE, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 24th FROM THE *SOLD OUT* ARROWHEAD POND IN ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA! (5pm PCT, 8pm EST; check local listings for details) Off the heels of the biggest show of the year, there is a new force to be reckoned with in the SWF! Revolution Zero, after weeks of inconsistent preformances, cemented their abilities with an amazing 3/4 run on the biggest stage of the year, including Toxxic winning back the SWF World Championship and Davis/Jenkins claiming the tag team titles... despite both being booked in singles matches earlier! But every great beginning is another's ending, and this may signal an ugly fall from grace for Johnny Dangerous. ALSO: Words from the new Crusierweight Champion, Ryan Dustin, Manson, Landon Maddix and more! How will the SWF be different in the Post-Flesher era? All this and more! The air may have cleared, but the skies have not... there's a STORM brewing! (I expect everyone who can to turn something in. I mean it.) (Send stuffs to Thoth)
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    GENESIS V

    And that's all she wrote for the biggest show of the year. In light of Genesis III and IV, I can't help but be disappointed with the overall feel of this show. The fact there were only two promos was a big, big, BIG downer, as was the fact only Toxxic did a tale of the tape bit. Also, there were too many no-shows for ANY PPV, let alone the biggest one of the year. Unfortunately, I can't say I'm surprised about that, but it's a really discouraging thought. The fact that the main event was decided by default probably sums up my general feeling about this show. Anyway, what's here is good, though. I highly reccomend the opener; my pick for MOTN. -Z
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    GENESIS V

    The following is a presentation of the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation... We fade in from a black screen on a view of the glassy Genesis V set, with the camera situated at the bottom of the ramp. From here, we can see everything: the smooth, red carpet leading to the ring; the glassy busts of various SWF legends; and the large canvas paintings of various historic moments from Genesis past. The large orchaestra pit is empty, the two large SWFtrons on either side of the stage are black, and the entire Rose Bowl appears to be empty. The camera closes up on one of many canvas still shots that line the entrnaceway of the stadium. This is a picture indellibly etched into the minds of all SWF patrons, though buried under five years of history. With the flashbulbs all over the arena shown capturing the moment in time, a bloodied PDS scoop slams NTD off the stage of the very first Genesis. "It was a crazy idea. The IGNWF's innagural PPV was a gamble, an everything-or-nothing that would either catapault the federation into the mainstream or send it crashing back into a sea of nameless, faceless federations. It was overbudget, undermanned, and came on late... and needless to say, by the time it left the airwaves, this upstart league of wrestlers was the new power in the industry. No match was more memorable, or arguably, influential than Pimp Daddy Sarp's frenzied battle with former world champion and reigning Intercontinential-Television champion NTD. In a bloody stairway to hell match, the crowd was roused, and then became electric as the most famous spot of the match occured when Sarp threw NTD off the stage. PDS would win the ICTV, and the start of a incredible career began. Some say, if you listen close enough... you can still hear those fans chanting his name." And then, Funyon steps through the curtain, his face matched to the familiar voice over. We zoom in on him, wearing a suit, holding a microphone in his hand as always. He looks at the camera and begins to speak. "History has a funny way of repeating itself. And the echoes of names chanted in the pass will cross with the new-age legends showcased tonight." He begins walking down the ramp, and as he walks we can see him passing various glass sculptures and paintings. He seems to ignore them, for now. "In, oh... three minutes, you, the viewer, are going to be watching the biggest event of the wrestling year. This event is the Super Bowl, the World Series, and Barnum and Bailey's Circus all in one. Ladies and gentlemen, we are... two minutes and forty-seven seconds away from Genesis V." Funyon grins as he hits the bottom of the ramp. "Let's take that time to reminisce, shall we?" Funyon turns to face the large crystal statue at the end of the ramp, looking up at the huge first champion of the SWF: Rane. "If there was one man who embodies all the qualities of SWF Genesis, it would be Rane. He was a larger-than-life figure in the early SWF, the first-ever champion of the SWF, and a man who paved the way for all of the SWF superstars to come. Surely he would get swamped in today's SWF, but for his time period he was a trailblazer. His influence will never be forgotten in the SWF, and it could be said that there is nobody who quite compares to him." Funyon turns, walking back up the ramp, stopping at a crystalline bust of a dreadlocked man: the Wildchild. "I know, I know, some of you are questioning Wildchild's place as a legend here," Funyon says. "But as we all know, Wildchild played a very integral part in bringing the SWF's Cruiserweight division back. People had left the Light-Heavyweight belt for dead, but it was Wildchild who brought it back to the forefront. One could say that it was because of Wildchild bringing back such a prized piece of SWF gold that you'll be seeing, tonight, Spike Jenkins v. the Birdman v. Ryan Dustin, in a triple-threat ladder match for the SWF Cruiserweight championship. But enough about him; let's continue, shall we?" Funyon continues his walk up the ramp, stopping at a large still shot of Genesis III, and what else but the famed Chris Raynor/Edwin MacPhisto match. Specifically, it's a portrait of Raynor being thrown through the E in Genesis. Funyon stops, eyeing it carefully before continuing to speak. "Some people's careers are remembered exclusively for what occured on this stage. One could say that this is the case of Chris Raynor, who is remembered for his violent match with Edwin MacPhisto here at Genesis III. It was this match that ended his career until, ironically enough, this very show. However, no matter what happens tonight, it is safe to say that this was the biggest moment of Chris Raynor's career; having his neck broken and career ended at Genesis III. The same may be said, after tonight, for John Duran, who walks into tonight a beaten shell of the man who was an SWF World Champion. His neck may be gone, and his glory days are definitely in the past, but tonight he has a chance to make one final stand against an opponent none of us know about. Will he end up like Chris Raynor?" Funyon continues on, and this time he stops next to a large crystalline statue of two men: Judge William Hearford and Ejiro Fasaki, the incomprable tag team known as Justice and Rule. "And some people are not remembered for what they did by themselves, but what they did with the help of another. Such is the case of these two men, collectively known as Justice and Rule. Long considered the greatest Tag Team champions of all time, there has never really been a team that could compare to them. Tonight, however, that may change. Mike Van Siclen and Todd Cortez, the team known as Hollywood Boulevard, recently eclipsed the record held by these two men for longest title reign, and tonight they will put those titles on the line against "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins and Sean Davis. Will we see a crystalline bust of Hollywood Boulevard instead of Justice and Rule next year, or will they be exposed as nothing more than second-best?" Funyon continues on, but he stops in front of... nothing? He begins to speak once more. "And then, there are some things that have never been attempted before, even at Genesis. Tonight, we will see "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins and Sean Davis both compete in two title matches tonight. If even one of them managed to leave the Rose Bowl with two championships, it would be the first time someone held two belts after a Genesis event. If both of them managed to pull it off, then it would be even more incredible. Nobody would ever call "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins or Sean Davis a legend... but if they can leave Genesis tonight winning all three of their matches, people might begin to change their minds." Funyon continues his walk, stopping in front of another still. This one is of El Luchadore Magnifico, his body on top of Chris Wilson's, whose hands are nailed to the mat by Mexican flags. "Every year, Genesis brings out the worst in some people. Previously, Genesis II was the highwater mark for this, when El Luchadore Magnifico won his first World Championship by nailing Chris Wilson to the mat. Tonight, however, we may see something even more brutal, as Manson and Max King lock up inside a steel cage, with submissions being the only means of victory. Genesis has seen just about every stip ever dreamt up, but this one, dubbed Caged Fury, will be making its Genesis debut. We've seen people nail others to the mat to force them to submit... what will it take tonight?" Funyon walks even further, stopping in front of another glass statue, a proud man holding a baseball bat behind his back: "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens. "Mark Stevens is the only person competing tonight that will have the honor of walking past his own glass statue, and with good measure. Mark Stevens was one of the founding members of the SWF version of the Midnight Carnival, he was a two-time SWF World champion, an SWF ICTV champion, and two-time SWF Tag Team champion. Grand Slam Mark Stevens had done it all in this federation, and that's why he announced his retirement nearly two years ago." Funyon sighs. "However, fate dealt Mark a bad hand, and he was forced to return to the ring earlier this year as a result of the Suicide King's overworded contracts. Tonight, Mark Stevens enters the ring having lost several matches in a row, and with his legend tarnished to a new generation of SWF fans. Tonight, the odds are stacked against him as he teams up with Landon 'La Cucaracha' Maddix and a mystery third person against the Suicide King, 'The Superior One' Tom Flesher, and 'the' Chris Raynor. The Suicide King is hell-bent on making sure that Mark Stevens is exposed as a fraud, and looking at the matchup here, King's will may become reality. In another man's last stand, will Maddix and Stevens be able to rise up against seemingly insurmountable odds?" Funyon walks on once more, stopping at the top of the ramp between two huge crystalline statues. One is of Edwin MacPhisto; the other is of Cyclone Comet. "These two men have long been regarded as the biggest heroes in the history of the SWF. Comet was one of the greatest talents in the SWF's early years, despite never winning an SWF World championship, his influence need not be brought up. Edwin has been called one of the greatest SWF Champions of all time, and is certainly considered one of the greatest talents ever. Both men had a talent for making people rally behind them at every turn." "Tonight, one man has a chance to cement his reputation next to these two men. Johnny Dangerous finds himself the most unlikeliest champion of all time, defeating the cocky Toxxic in Toxxic's own open challenge to win the SWF World Championship. Tonight, the two men will lock up again, with the SWF Championship on the line. Johnny Dangerous finds himself at a crossroads. He could wind up two ways; he could become the next TNT, picking up one incredible win for the belt before losing it just as quickly... or he could end up as the next Edwin MacPhisto, a hero for all time." Funyon walks through the curtain, and O Fortuna begins to play gently in the background as we fade to black. Funyon, however, continues speaking. "Tonight is a night where legends can be born..." Spike Jenkins and Sean Davis appear on screen. "... and can be killed like nothing." "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens and Suicide King appear now. "Tonight is a night where careers can be shot to the stratosphere..." Candace, Andrea Montgomery, Danny Dagda and Jamie Drazon appear on screen. "... or ended in the blink of an eye." Manson, John Duran and Max King appear on screen. "Champions..." Johnny Dangerous, Todd Cortez and Mike Van Siclen appear on screen. "... and challengers..." Toxxic, Spike Jenkins and Sean Davis appear now. "... fight like there is no tomorrow." A clip of Johnny Dangerous with an MI Slam on Toxxic! "For some, we can see the story ending..." Landon Maddix and Chris Raynor appear on screen. "... and for some, it's merely the..." GENESIS
  16. the.weej

    GENESIS V

    It is fully dark now, and only the bright stadium lights keep the night at bay. ‘O Fortuna’ reverberates out of the speakers in the Rose Bowl as the Los Angeles Symphony Orchestra plays below, and the tens of thousands of fans packed into their seats sit up a little straighter in anticipation. This is it. This is the moment that the entire Smartmarks Wrestling Federation has been gravitating around, the match that defines a year of blood and toil, triumph and tragedy, victory and defeat. The year since Genesis IV has seen old legends retire and new legends arrive, records set and records broken. The Unnamed formed, then splintered as each of the founding members rose to the World Title. The Unholy Trinity went through membership alterations and then disbanded forever. A new title was born in the Cruiserweight Championship. The SJL folded. The commissionership changed hands, and Grand Slam and Suicide King clashed again. Silent returned, rose to the World Title and then was finally, forcefully retired. And in all that time, not once has the reigning World Heavyweight Champion successfully defended his title at a Pay-Per-View. Two figures flash up onto the multiple Smarktrons that crown the ring, and the crowd noise increases with recognition. On the left, a slim, well-defined figure with spiky black hair, eyeliner and nail varnish. Two steely grey eyes stare out from his face as a familiar lopsided grin creeps up the right hand side of it. A pretty, dreadlocked girl stands slightly behind him as he cracks his neck sideways. To the right, a man in expensive shades with slicked-back black hair. A tight black T-shirt hints at the musculature beneath as he smiles at the camera and hoists onto one shoulder what this match is all about. The SWF World Heavyweight Title, the biggest prize in the business. Tonight, it goes up for grabs again. “This is it, Citizens,” Cyclone Comet says as the music starts to die away and a spotlight picks out Funyon in the centre of the ring. “Hold onto your seats, because you are about to see one hell of a show.” “FUNYON!” *clap-clap-clap* “FUNYON!” *clap-clap-clap* The veteran ring announcer self-consciously adjusts his bowtie and smiles into what he knows is the centre of the world’s television screen as he wets his lips in preparation. He raises the microphone... waits for a few seconds to let the tension build... and begins to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, fans around the world. The Smartmarks Wrestling Federation would like to thank you for joining us on this greatest of nights... Genesis V.” A smattering of applause is heard in the stadium, and a few isolated whoops, but most people are silent as they wait. They know what’s coming, of course... but that doesn’t lessen the suspense one iota. We’re just about to get to the good stuff. “Ladies and gentlemen... the following contest is tonight’s MAIN EVENT~ and is scheduled for one fall for the SWF WORLD... HEAVYWEIGHT... CHAMPIONSHIP~!!!” “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The Smarktron abruptly whites out, and the cheers turn to boos in a split second as the opening chord of ‘Rookie’ by Boy Sets Fire blasts out over the PA system. The Smarktrons darken to black, and as they do so jagged white letters flash up, one word at a time, an oh-so-familiar slogan: PREPARE TO BE PROVED WRONG... As the guitar riff starts the black screen changes and becomes the top of a spiky-haired head that raises and stares out with piercing grey eyes before a lopsided grin creases the right-hand side of Toxxic's face. The bass drum kicks in and clips of his matches flash up - the All-Show Brawl with the Insane Luchador, the infamous Glass Jawbreaker on Aecas, dropping Nathaniel Kibagami on his head with the Caffeine Bomb and the Super Intoxxication that won him the World Title, all interspersed with the words ‘STRAIGHT-EDGE SENSATION’ and ‘TOXXIC’ - before moving onto footage of Toxxic taking Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and through a table, the devastating landing timed to coincide with the four blasts of red pyro that climb the entrance ramp before the final, stagewide eruption as the main riff starts- *BAM-BAM-BAM-bap-BOOOM!!* -that signifies the arrival of the SWF's premier straight-edger! The smoke starts to drift, and as it does so Toxxic strides through with the familiar smile already creasing one side of his face. The Straight-Edge Sensation is feeling it tonight... and he is not alone. Behind him comes not only his usual ring companion of Jet, but also the imposing figure of Sean Davis, the smaller, slighter one of Spike Jenkins and the bespectacled Marcus Washington. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “What’s this?” Comet cries in dismay as the entirety of Revolution Zero make their way out onto the entrance stage. “Why is Toxxic bringing all his accomplices with him for a singles match?” However, for once the masked superhero’s fears seem to be groundless as all three other men take it in turns to shake Toxxic’s hand, apparently wishing him luck, then disappear back through the curtain as the Straight-Edge Sensation continues down to the ring with only Jet at his side. As he passes the crystalline sculptures that adorn the rampway Toxxic smirks up at them. He pauses for a moment to stare at the familiar figure of Nathaniel Kibagami that must have been provided despite Commissioner Zenon’s wishes... but the Straight-Edge Sensation simply laughs out loud and continues on his way as the Slaughterer’s unchanging visage seems to stare accusingly after him. “Making his way to the ring, the challenger,” Funyon booms, “accompanied to the ring by his girlfriend Jet; from Nottingham, England; he weighs in tonight at 218lbs; he is the leader of Revolution Zero; the ‘Straight-Edge Sensation’... TOXXXXXXX-IIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!” The crowd doesn’t like him, but Toxxic hasn’t cared about what they think for a long, long time. Instead he simply rolls under the ropes, walks to the middle of the ring and, as the first verse comes in, throws his arms wide to ignite another blast of red pyro, not only from the top of each ringpost but also a massive explosion from the crest of the canopy above the ring that spears up into the California sky! *bap-bap* *BOOOM!!* ‘I never thought this could be me, I guess you never do until it’s happening to you Like all the fun turns into shame And all the ‘could-have-beens’ rearrange...’ Toxxic strips his shirt off and gives it to Jet, then hugs his girlfriend and shares a brief kiss before she climbs out through the ropes to the stadium floor. For his part the straight-edger moves to the far side of the ring and leans against the ropes, awaiting his opponent as ‘Rookie’ dies away. He doesn’t have long to wait. ‘JOHNNY DANGEROUS!’ The sultry female voices oozes out of the speakers as the lights dim and dozens of strobes begin to pulse from behind the entrance stage, while similar ones strafe across the crowd from the top of the ring canopy. ‘I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future.’ The volume of the crowd rises exponentially as the trenchcoat-clad Johnny Dangerous makes his way out, silhouetted by the strobes and with occasional flashes reflecting off his expensive shades as he turns his head from side-to-side, looking out at his crowd. ‘I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future.’ “JOHN-NY!” “JOHN-NY!” “JOHN-NY!” And tonight, they are his crowd. Johnny walks slowly down the ramp, not rushing, letting the fans and the waiting Straight-Edge Sensation see the title that sits snugly around his waist. Johnny knows, the fans know and even Toxxic knows that it is going to take everything the Brit has to make Johnny even think about losing tonight. Because they are here on the biggest stage of them all, and it’s time for the Barracuda to cement his place in the main-event scene by doing what no-one else has done for a year. ‘There’s a lot of innocent people being crucified...’ “AND HIS OPPONENT!” Funyon bellows, desperately trying to make himself heard over the crowd noise. “From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 217lbs; he is the reigning and defending SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION~... he is ‘The Barracuda’, JOHNNY... DAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGEEEERRROOOUUUUSSS!!” Johnny pauses at the bottom of the ramp and shrugs his trenchcoat off. He raises his hands to his face and takes off the shades before folding them up and tossing them to the crowd, then hops up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, not taking his eyes off Toxxic the whole time. The Straight-Edge Sensation hangs back and Johnny unbuckles the belt, then raises it high in the air and turns full-circle so the entire stadium can see it, even the ones in the top tiers getting a good view thanks to the massive Smarktrons. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “JOHN-NY!” “JOHN-NY!” The Barracuda climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms to the fans, still holding the belt in one hand, and the entire Rose Bowl rises in response as camera flashes go off from all sides in such volumes that it’s almost like sheet lightning has descended from the clear sky above. Johnny grins, tightly; for all his self-belief the tension of this night is getting even to him, but it’s always good to know that the fans are on your side. “Well Citizens, we are moments away from the bell,” Cyclone Comet says as Johnny jumps lightly down from the turnbuckle and hands the belt over to Senior Official Matthew Kivell, who shows it to all four corners of the stadium. “Both these men have emerged from the midcard in recent months to challenge the established big-time players of the SWF; both are former ICTV champions; both were perhaps considered long shots to win the belt; and both have managed one successful title defence subsequently. The difference being, Agent Dangerous defeated Toxxic for the belt, and he is the reigning champion.” “Comet, tonight is the last night you will be able to say that,” Riley asserts confidently. Matthew Kivell calls both men close, having passed the World Title out through the ropes to the timekeeper. Johnny and Toxxic stare at each other past the referee’s head, but there is no danger that they will erupt into violence before the bell. For all their dislike, for all the heated rivalry and the mocking words and the cheapshots, this is no blood feud. This is simply one-to-one competition to be the very best in the business, and they will play this by the rules. *DING-DING-DING!* The moment the bell rings however, Toxxic snaps into action and launches a right hand straight at Johnny Dangerous’ head! The Barracuda is caught off-guard by the punch and staggers backwards, and Toxxic follows him in looking to capitalise on his early advantage. The straight-edger swings again but Johnny blocks this one, just as he blocks the left hand Toxxic tries subsequently before the secret agent fires off two snap kicks to drive his adversary back and then thrusts with a Shotei. Unfortunately for Johnny Toxxic has already squirmed away from the blow and inside Dangerous’ reach, then grabs Johnny’s arm and hoists him over to plant the Barracuda onto the mat with a textbook armdrag! Johnny remains on his back for a moment before coiling his legs and kipping up to a cheer from the crowd, but the flashiness costs him as Toxxic manages to slip behind him and take him back down with a neckbreaker. This time Johnny isn’t so quickly up to his feet, and as he rolls onto all fours Toxxic straddles his back and grabs the Barracuda’s right arm to hook in an armbar. “-and Johnny Dangerous is in trouble from the outset here,” Comet notes in some dismay. “Toxxic may not have quite jumped the bell with that initial punch but you couldn’t insert a credit card into the difference, and he seems to have gained control in the early goings of this match as a result.” “Oh please,” Riley gripes, “the match starts when the bell goes, right? Not ten seconds after, or whenever they get around to locking up. Johnny should have been prepared instead of wondering if he’d whitened his teeth properly before coming out here.” It’s proving problematic for Johnny to escape the armbar, and his mood isn’t being helped all that much by Toxxic slapping the back of his head. This isn’t enough for the former champion however, and the rookie shifts to nailing the Barracuda in the skull with left hands. It being his weaker hand these are somewhat sloppy and badly-directed but still appear to be doing the job - at least until Matthew Kivell steps in, warning Toxxic about attacking Dangerous whilst the World Champion is still stuck in the submission hold. Toxxic changes the use of his left hand to flipping a v-sign at his fellow Brit, an action that not only encourages Kivell to admonish him more but also takes Toxxic’s attention away from the man he’s meant to be trying to get to submit. The lapse of concentration is enough for Johnny to adjust his position slightly and hook his left arm behind Toxxic’s left knee, then pull as hard as possible whilst pushing himself upwards. The combination causes the startled Straight-Edge Sensation to topple backwards in mid-argument with Johnny landing on top, albeit still with his back to his adversary. Toxxic tries to wrap his legs around Dangerous in a bodyscissors and retain his advantage but Johnny shifts around to face the Brit, reaches back with his left hand and- *THWACK!* -this time the Shotei hits, square between the eyes with the added bonus of causing the back of Toxxic’s head to bounce of the canvas as well! The former champion releases his hold on Johnny’s arm and the Barracuda rolls away to regroup, but before he can launch an attack of his own Toxxic is back on his feet as well and glaring at him. “Yet more proof there that Evil contains the seeds of its own downfall,” Comet notes. “If Toxxic hadn’t wished to inflict more pain on the valiant World Champion by punching then Citizen Kivell would not have interfered and Operative Dangerous would have had a harder time escaping that hold!” “It’s all Kivell’s fault!” is Riley’s well thought-out reply. Johnny evidently decides that simply because his opponent is upright there is no reason to hold back, and after a moment’s hesitation he strides forward to deal some righteous punishment to his foe. Toxxic is not eager to close again however and the slippery straight-edger dodges back from Johnny’s kicks, then as the champion has him backed up on the ropes and swings a roundhouse at his head Toxxic simply rolls forward under it, popping back up on the other side of Johnny and leaping into the air to fire a dropkick into the champion’s jaw! The impact knocks Dangerous down to the mat, and before the Barracuda can get back up Toxxic is on his feet and jumps forward to land with both of them into Dangerous’ ribcage, then springs from there up to the second turnbuckle and mockingly salutes the crowd. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Pain From The Same Level!” Riley shouts as Johnny clutches his solar plexus and rolls away. “Uh... what?” Comet asks, looking sideways at his broadcast partner. “Sort of like the Death From Above,” Riley returns, referring to Johnny’s moonsault double stomp, “only slightly less effective. But still better, because it’s Toxxic doing it.” The Straight-Edge Sensation is still on the second buckle and riling up the crowd, but Johnny is getting back to his feet. The Barracuda sets his sights on his adversary’s back and charges in, looking to knock Toxxic over the top rope to the floor... ...but at the last moment Toxxic nimbly moonsaults backwards, flipping straight over the onrushing Dangerous and landing on his feet behind him- *SMACK!* -whereupon Johnny promptly lashes out without even having to look and floors the arrogant straight-edger with the Johnny Kick! “YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “JOHN-NY!” “JOHN-NY!” Now it is Toxxic’s turn to roll away across the ring in pain, but Johnny doesn’t waste time in acknowledging the fans. Instead he hits the ropes and comes back, fist clenched for the Armed & Dangerous! Toxxic looks up at the last second and rolls to one side, but Johnny was merely feinting anyway and as the straight-edger scrambles to his feet Johnny vaults off Toxxic’s knee before whipping his other foot around to smash into the back of the rookie’s head with a step-up enzuigiri! *CRACK!* “Can Agent Dangerous maintain this momentum?” Comet asks as Toxxic lands on the canvas again. “As long as the Barracuda keeps this match close-in and striking-based he probably has the advantage, but we’ve all seen how slippery Toxxic can be.” Johnny doesn’t wait for his opponent to get back up - instead he drops the point of his elbow into the small of Toxxic’s back, causing the straight-edger to spasm in pain, then gets back up and does it again before taking hold of the Brit’s left leg and preparing to lock in the Barracuda! Toxxic isn’t having any of it however and he manages to roll over onto his back and use his right leg to kick Johnny away before scrambling up to his feet. Johnny is up quickly as well, but not quickly enough to evade Toxxic as the Straight-Edge Sensation leaps onto the second rope and then springboards back to take Dangerous down with a spinning heelkick! “...and that moment of separation was all Toxxic needed to regain the advantage,” Comet notes unhappily as Toxxic rolls through the move to come back to his feet, holding his back. “The former champion’s speed could give Agent Dangerous as many problems as Johnny’s martial arts could cause for the Straight-Edge Sensation.” Johnny rolls over onto his front ready to push himself up, but Toxxic is already moving and- *WHAM!* -fires a basement dropkick straight into Johnny’s head! Dangerous clutches his skull in agony but he refuses to stay down and staggers up to his feet again. However, Toxxic is now out of sight and Johnny turns in a slightly wobbly circle in a bid to draw a bead on his elusive opponent. As he turns Toxxic jumps from his new position on the ring apron, springboards off the top rope and sails through the air to snare the luckless champion in a hurricanrana that sends him skidding across the ring on the back of his neck! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The chants are ringing out in the Rose Bowl but the Straight-Edge Sensation seems as deaf to them as ever as he steps over the Barracuda, vaults lightly up to the top rope and then springs back, twisting in midair to drive his fist into Johnny’s forehead upon landing. Toxxic takes a moment as he sits on the canvas to blow on his knuckles and soothe them from the impact, but Johnny seems to have got the worse end of the deal. Deciding that it probably can’t hurt, Toxxic leans over and hooks Dangerous’ leg for the first cover of the match... ONE! TWO!! ...but Johnny kicks out just after two, and the British rookie looks slightly disappointed. “LET’S GO JOHNNY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JOHNNY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* The Californian fans are getting behind the Barracuda and the volume in the stadium is starting to rise, but Johnny appears currently unable to justify the crowd’s faith in him. Toxxic stoops to pull his opponent back up to his feet, then sends his forearm smashing into Johnny’s jaw with a brutal European uppercut. *WHAM!* Johnny staggers back into the corner, but not for long as Toxxic takes his wrist and jacknifes his body to Irish whip the Barracuda across the ring. Dangerous reverses the momentum however and Toxxic is sent into the far turnbuckles instead... but the Straight-Edge Sensation simply leaps to the top buckle, then twists and comes flying back at his opponent to take him down with a diving clothesline! “Role Reversal!” Riley shouts in satisfaction as Toxxic kips up again to the mass displeasure of the crowd, “and by the end of tonight we’ll have seen the mother of all role reversals when Toxxic becomes World Champion and Johnny becomes title-less!” The continued shots to the head seem to be gradually wearing Johnny Dangerous down and he appears rather dazed as Toxxic hauls him up again. The Straight-Edge Sensation places his adversary in a reverse headlock and drops to one knee, driving the other into the back of the Barracuda’s neck, then pops up again and this time drops all the way down in an inverted DDT to complete the Detoxx. Matthew Kivell drops to count again as Toxxic makes another cover... ONE! TWO!! ...but Johnny kicks out again, if not with quite as much authority as the fans would like. “LET’S GO JOHNNY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JOHNNY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* Toxxic doesn’t pick his adversary up; instead he leaves Johnny Dangerous on his back in the middle of the ring and strides over to the turnbuckle, jumps to the top rope in one fluid movement and corkscrews back, looking for the Hangover legdrop... *BANG!!* ...but Johnny moves, and the Straight-Edge Sensation lands hard with no reward! “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “LET’S GO JOHNNY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JOHNNY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* Toxxic tries to get back up to his feet but the pain in his hip slows him down just enough for Johnny to get ready for him. The Barracuda lashes out with a spinning back fist that snaps Toxxic’s head to one side, then fires off a Shotei that sends the rookie staggering back before stepping forward, hooking Toxxic up and bridging backwards to take the Straight-Edge Sensation over with an Exploder Suplex! *WHAM!!* “JOHN-NY!” “JOHN-NY!” Johnny lies on his back in the middle of the ring, breathing hard and trying to focus through the pain in his head. That little offensive flurry came from instinct, but the Barracuda knows that it’s going to take more than instinct to retain the title here tonight. He needs to have a plan. “JOHN-NY!” “JOHN-NY!” Johnny Dangerous rolls over and grabs Toxxic as the Straight-Edge Sensation is starting to move, snaring the straight-edger in a front facelock. Toxxic fights it but can’t get out as Dangerous brings him up to his feet, then throws the rookie’s right arm over his own head, takes a firm grip on Toxxic’s baggy trousers and hoists him up... *BANG!!* ...and down, in a vertical suplex! “ONE!” Johnny rolls back up to his feet, taking Toxxic with him and lifting him up for another... *BANG!!* ...and brings him down again. “TWO!” It takes a bit more effort for Johnny to get up this time, unable to use his arms as he is, but he still manages it and hoists one more time to bring Toxxic up and over... *BANG!!* “THREE!” “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Johnny sits up and grins tightly as the crowd start to cheer and clap in unison, then pushes himself back to his feet. Despite his respect for the fans he can’t afford to be distracted by them tonight - after all, his opponent has made a career out of not giving a damn what the fans think and winning matches anyway. So the Barracuda drags Toxxic up once more and stoops to take the straight-edger onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s carry. The crowd start to make more noise as he backs off towards the corner, then runs forward and flips in midair, landing on Toxxic and driving the rookie’s back into the ring and the air from his lungs! “Spinal Explosion!” Comet calls as Johnny leans back into the cover, one arm hooking Toxxic’s leg... ONE! TWO!! ...but the straight-edger kicks out, although now it is Jet’s turn to look worried and the dreadlocked wrestler-in-training begins to pound on the canvas in an effort to urge her boyfriend on. However, she is drowned out by the capacity crowd in the Rose Bowl, who give voice once more. “LET’S GO JOHN-NY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JOHN-NY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “It looks like Agent Dangerous is starting to work over Toxxic’s back and midsection,” Comet notes. “Such an approach sets up several of his high-impact moves such as the Death From Above, the MI Slam and the Shooting Johnny Press he used to win the title, not to mention his favoured submission hold, the Barracuda!” “This is a minor setback,” Riley informs his commentary partner. “Toxxic will be on top again in no time, just you wait.” “We aren’t talking about your late-night fantasies here, Bobbo.” Johnny pauses for a moment to take stock of his situation - Toxxic is certainly in pain, but before he moves on to try anything higher-risk he wants to make sure that the slippery straight-edger is truly disadvantaged. So Johnny grabs the rookie’s head and forces him into a sitting position, then wraps his legs around Toxxic’s ribs and sits back into a bodyscissors, applying as much pressure as possible. Matthew Kivell leans down to check Toxxic’s progress, but his earnest questions merely receives an abusive response from the pained straight-edger. Kivell continues to question however, and Johnny continues to squeeze. “Oh please!” Riley snorts. “Johnny, it was boring when Grappler did restholds when he was World Champion, and it’s not any better you trying it. In fact it’s worse, because at least Charlie Matthews could do them properly!” “Robert, how dare you impugn our World Champion’s technique?” Comet asks. “Or is it just envy that someone else has their legs wrapped around Toxxic?” “...I hate you.” Toxxic still isn’t interested in quitting, so Johnny adjusts his grip to be slightly more side-on and uses his leverage to roll Toxxic over onto his back for a pin, which Kivell dives to count... ONE! TWO!! ...but as soon as the surprise wears off Toxxic manages to squirm his shoulders off the canvas. As he manages to get back into a sitting position the straight-edger starts to attack Johnny’s legs, looking to prise them apart, but Dangerous shifts position slightly again and gives Toxxic something else to worry about by attempting to lock in a sleeperhold! Toxxic desperately fights Johnny’s arms away, but as he tries to increase the distance between his upper body and that of the secret agent Johnny rolls him over for a pin again... ONE! TWO!! ...Toxxic gets out of the pin one more time, but now he isn’t interested in playing nice anymore and simply drives the point of his elbow hard into Johnny’s knee, causing the Barracuda to cry out in pain. Johnny reaches forward to try and grab Toxxic but the rookie’s flailing left hand catches him in the face and gives Toxxic the time he needs to finally prise Johnny’s legs apart and escape from the hold. Johnny springs back to his feet and goes for the straight-edger before Toxxic can get back up, but the wily Brit simply kicks one foot into Johnny’s knee again and sends the Barracuda hobbling away. Toxxic grabs the top rope and pull himself up, clutching his ribs as he does so and staring daggers at the World Champion. “This is where Toxxic’s lack of technical knowledge may hurt him,” Comet surmises. “A better technical wrestler would be able to follow up those attacks on Johnny’s knee, but I’d be surprised if Toxxic manages it with any effectiveness.” “He hits people in the head,” Riley replies as if explaining something to a simpleton. “As long as the SWF doesn’t hire any Samoans in the near future, that’s an approach that works on anyone. He doesn’t need to be Tom Flesher-” “-although you’d love it if he was?” Gritting his teeth and clutching his knee, Johnny Dangerous turns back to face Toxxic just as the Straight-Edge Sensation charges across the ring at him - but the Barracuda’s reflexes are up to the task as he simply snatches Toxxic out of the air and bridges backwards to plant the challenger into the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex! *WHAM!!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “LET’S GO JOHN-NY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* “LET’S GO JOHN-NY!” *clap clap clap-clap-clap* Toxxic writhes on the canvas, clutching his back in pain while the fans go wild. Johnny scrambles over to his downed opponent and grabs Toxxic’s right leg, then starts to twist the straight-edger over onto his front! “The Barracuda!” Comet yells. “Agent Dangerous is looking for his feared submission move, that over-the-shoulder half crab!” Toxxic fights it, but to no avail as Johnny leans forward and puts more pressure on the Straight-Edge Sensation’s damaged back! Toxxic yells out in pain and reaches for the ropes, but salvation seems an awfully long way away for the rookie as Johnny tightens his grip and cinches the hold in. Ever ready to pounce on a heel’s predicament, the Rose Bowl crowd start to chant... “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” “Shut up!” Bobby Riley yells at them. “Have you got no respect for singles competition? Stop trying to distract the man!” “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” Johnny braces his feet on the canvas as Toxxic struggles against the hold - the Straight-Edge Sensation has got his eyes fixed on the ropes and is making every physical effort to get there, but the Barracuda is determined to keep his opponent locked down. However, Toxxic is not only trying to get purchase with both hands but is also pushing with his free leg, and slowly but surely Johnny Dangerous is being towed towards the ropes. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” The gap between Toxxic hand and the ropes is down to two feet now, and Jet is thumping the canvas to urge her boyfriend on. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” One foot, and Johnny’s face is showing the effort of trying to hold Toxxic back and keep the hold locked in tight simultaneously. However, the secret agent is secure in the knowledge that even if Toxxic makes the ropes, the straight-edger’s back will be in blazing agony. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” Eight inches. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” Six inches, and Johnny seems resigned to the fact that he can’t prevent this rope break. Nevertheless, he holds on for as long as possible... “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” ...and Toxxic finally makes the ropes. Matthew Kivell calls to Johnny to break the hold but the Barracuda doesn’t comply immediately. ‘ONE!’ ‘TWO!’ ‘TH-’ Dangerous releases his grip well before five and rolls away from his opponent while the slightly-mollified Kivell gives him a semi-stern talking to about keeping a hold on after a call for the break. Meanwhile Toxxic rolls out under the ropes, holding his back and collapsing to one knee as he drops to the floor. Jet rushes over in concern and checks on her man while Johnny advances purposefully towards the ropes... and backs off again as Kivell interposes himself between the World Champion and his opponent, then turns to begin his count. ‘ONE!’ Jet talks hurriedly to Toxxic on the outside. The Straight-Edge Sensation is wincing in pain, but something the dreadlocked beauty whispers to him seems to grab his attention and his eyelinered gaze whips around to focus on Johnny Dangerous. ‘TWO!’ Gritting his teeth, Toxxic rolls under the ropes back into the ring and gingerly stands up as Kivell checks to make sure he can continue. The rookie waves the official away and advances on his opponent, but Johnny cuts him off in his tracks with a snap kick to the ribs that doubles Toxxic over once more. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Toxxic is gasping for breath but Johnny isn’t about to give his foe any quarter; he moves in and wraps his right arm underneath the straight-edger’s and across Toxxic’s chest! “Urinagi!” Comet yells... ...but Toxxic has other ideas, and the rookie belts Johnny in the head as hard as he can with several sharp elbows! Johnny’s traumatised skull doesn’t stand up well to the blows and the man from Las Vegas staggers, allowing Toxxic to reverse the position of their arms and then drop to his knees, driving his shoulder into Johnny’s jaw! “Minor Threat!” Riley yells exuberantly as the Barracuda falls backwards, half-stunned. “Toxxic just borrowed a move from the Straight-Edge Disciple, ‘Hollywood’ Spike Jenkins!” “Toxxic must be getting desperate if he’s stealing moves from Jenkins...” Comet mutters uncharitably. Toxxic leans forward on his hands, breathing deeply. His ribs are burning, his back is throbbing and every breath seems like an effort. However, his head is at least still clear and he knows that Johnny Dangerous does not have the same luxury. Cautiously, the Straight-Edge Sensation picks his way painfully over to where Johnny is struggling to rise and hauls the secret agent up, then hooks his left arm around Johnny’s neck in a Dragon Sleeper! “Repeat To Fade!” Riley laughs. “He didn’t steal that from Spike, Comet! This will end Johnny Dangerous’ pathetic title run-” -but Riley is cut off in mid-boast as Johnny takes advantage of the fact that Toxxic has not yet secured his right arm in the hammerlock part of his favourite submission move and simply starts punching the straight-edger in the ribs, despite being unable to see his target! A couple of shots is all it takes before Toxxic has to release his grip and clutch his battered sternum whilst Johnny squirms away, slips behind the Brit and clamp a rear waistlock on, then heaves backwards to send Toxxic flying across the ring with a German suplex... *whump* ...Toxxic isn’t done yet though, and the slippery straight-edger flips through the move and lands on his feet! “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Johnny tries to scramble up from his prone position on the mat after delivering what he thought would be a telling blow, but he is half a second too slow to avoid the basement dropkick that comes in- *CRACK!* -directly into his left knee! Pain flares through the Barracuda’s limb once more, and as the force of the impact knocks him in a half circle Toxxic pops back up to wrap his hands around Johnny’s forehead from behind and drive the back of his skull into the mat with the Underkill! *WHAM!!* Toxxic reaches forward to hook the leg, and Matthew Kivell drops to make his count again... ONE! TWO!! TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! -but Johnny kicks out, and the volume in the Rose Bowl begins to rise once more! Toxxic looks displeased at his opponent’s resilience, but heaves a sigh and rolls away from the pin position before stepping forward and kicking Johnny in the head as the Barracuda starts to push himself up onto all fours. “Toxxic is employing a brilliant strategy here,” Riley informs Comet. “I’ll admit that he isn’t a master of mat wrestling, but he knows enough to keep picking away at Johnny’s knee now that it’s taken a bit of a knock. If he keeps doing that he can damage Johnny’s base for those martial arts kicks, as well as further increase his own speed advantage by slowing Mr. World Champion down further!” “I hate it when you’re right Robert,” the masked superhero tells his fellow commentator. “My only comfort is that it is such a rare occurrence.” Toxxic grabs Johnny by the head and hauls him up, then whips the Barracuda into the turnbuckles. Johnny hits hard but the defending champion doesn’t get a moment’s respite as Toxxic comes charging in after him, then leaves his feet to slam a leg lariat into Dangerous’ chest! The Straight-Edge Sensation flips backwards over the ringropes off the impact to land nimbly on the apron, then immediately climbs back up the buckles and hooks Johnny Dangerous in a rear headlock as the Barracuda staggers forwards slightly before swinging out of the corner with the Tornado Reverse DDT known as the Final Shine! *WHAM!!* “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Toxxic reaches out and hooks Johnny’s leg, hoping that this one will be enough to finally put the champion away... ONE! TWO!! TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! TWO-AND-A-HALF!! TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ...but Johnny manages to roll his shoulder off the canvas, and the Straight-Edge Sensation is frustrated again! Nevertheless, Toxxic seems to have scented blood and the leader of Revolution Zero rises back to his feet... then mimes cracking open a can and, as the Californian fans start to voice their displeasure, takes a ‘swig’. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “Toxxic’s calling for the Caffeine Bomb, and I’m not sure if even Agent Dangerous will be able to weather this particular product of British Intelligence!” Comet says in alarm. “Come on Johnny...” Riley coaxes as the defending champion staggers to his feet and starts to wobble in a circle to face the waiting Toxxic, “...just a little more...” Either Bobby Riley wields some arcane power not meant to be understood by mortal man or - perhaps more likely - Johnny Dangerous was going to turn that little bit further anyway. Regardless, Toxxic steps up to the dazed World Champion and boots him in the gut, clamps on a front facelock and hooks Johnny’s right leg from the inside... ...but as he tries to lift his opponent up something seems to explode in the region of Toxxic’s back, and the leader of Revolution Zero has to stop and gasp in pain as all of the damage done comes back to haunt him! Realising his predicament, Johnny Dangerous fires a couple of right hands into the straight-edger’s ribs and forces his adversary to break the hold, then places his right leg over the back of Toxxic’s head as the rookie doubles over in pain and- *WHAM!!* -drops him facefirst to the canvas with a Guillotine Face Driver! “YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “Brilliant!” Comet exults as Johnny pushes himself back to his feet, limping slightly as his left knee takes his weight. “Agent Dangerous proves yet again what a resourceful fighter he is by escaping the villainous Toxxic’s devastating Caffeine Bomb!” Johnny isn’t done yet though - without waiting for the straight-edger to rise to his feet the Barracuda reaches down and hauls Toxxic up facing away from him, then locks in a full nelson and hoists his opponent up into the air before sitting out and driving the Brit facefirst into the canvas! *BANG!!* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “And this is excellent strategy from the Barracuda!” Comet says with a sly glance at Bobby Riley. “Agent Dangerous has done a marvellous job in working Toxxic’s ribs and back, and now he has hit a couple of quick blows to the head to stun the so-called Straight-Edge Sensation for long enough to hit a move that could win this match!” Sure enough, Johnny has turned Toxxic over onto his back and has started to ascend the nearest turnbuckle. The fans start to rise, thinking they may be about to see another Shooting Johnny Press, but the Barracuda isn’t looking for that move tonight. Instead he remains resolutely facing out away from the ring and as he reaches the top buckle Johnny spreads his arms for a second and then vaults backwards to bring both feet down... ...Down... ...DOWN... ...onto Toxxic’s ribcage... *BANG!!* ...which isn’t there! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “YES!” Riley yells in triumph as the Death From Above misses and Johnny’s left knee buckles from the impact, dumping the Barracuda ungraciously onto his backside. “You’ll never make the Olympic team with that sort of dismount, you Matrix-worshipping James Bond-wannabe!” Johnny pushes himself up to his feet, trying to get his guard up despite the searing pain in his left knee. He knew the risks of the Death From Above, but he also knew that if it connected it would have put Toxxic away, no question... but Toxxic wasn’t as stunned as he’d seemed, he moved, it didn’t connect, and instead the Straight-Edge Sensation- -is slingshotting himself into the ring from the apron, hooking Johnny around the shoulders and bringing him down in the Radford Roll! Johnny is taken completely unawares and Toxxic stacks up all the weight of both men onto the Barracuda’s shoulders, hoping that the damage done to Johnny’s head and neck will prevent him from kicking out... ONE! TWO!! TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! TWO-AND-A-HALF!! TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! ...but his hopes are dashed as Johnny manages to squirm out of the pinning predicament! Toxxic doesn’t waste time arguing with Matthew Kivell; instead he lashes out with a European Uppercut to Johnny’s jaw while both men are still on their knees, then hauls the World Champion up to his feet. Johnny Dangerous’ eyes are half-focused now, and Toxxic can sense that victory may be near. With a malicious lopsided grin creasing his features the Straight-Edge Sensation whips Johnny into the ropes, then as the Barracuda rebounds Toxxic dives at his opponent’s legs in a soccer tackle- *CRACK!* -that catches Johnny right on the left knee! The World Champion lets out a cry of pain as he flips forwards, but Toxxic is immediately on him and wrenches him back to his feet. The straight-edger takes Johnny in a 3/4 headlock before charging for the nearest turnbuckle and running straight upwards, flipping back over his head... ...and coming down behind him to drive the back of Johnny Dangerous’ skull into the canvas. *WHAM!!* “NO!” Comet shouts. “YES!” Riley yells once more. Toxxic simply grins through the pain in his ribs as he hooks Johnny’s far leg and Matthew Kivell drops to count. For the second time, the Intoxxication has won him the World Heavyweight Championship. He’s proved them all wrong... again. ONE! TWO!! TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! TWO-AND-A-HALF!! TWO-AND-A-THREE-QUARTERS!! TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! THHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... ...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! But then again, people never believed Johnny Dangerous could win the World Title either. And most of the Rose Bowl probably can’t believe that he’s just kicked out of the Intoxxication. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” But they catch on quick in California. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “He kicked out!” Comet almost screams over the thunderous roar of the crowd. “May the Lord Zeus on Olympus have mercy on my soul, Johnny Dangerous kicked out of the Intoxxication!” Toxxic just stares at Matthew Kivell. For probably the first time in his life, the Straight-Edge Sensation appears to have been struck totally, impossibly dumb. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Well. If in doubt, go back to what you know. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* The Straight-Edge Sensation pushes himself back to his feet, then wraps a hand through Johnny’s sleek black hair and hauls the Barracuda up after him. There is no question that Toxxic has been shaken by Johnny’s resilience, but he’s still got a couple of tricks left up his sleeve. With a sneer for the tens of thousands of fans in attendance, Toxxic places Johnny Dangerous’ head between his legs and bends down to hook both of his opponent’s arms up. “Toxxic Shock Syndrome,” Riley says slightly shakily, “this will do the job for certain...” But Johnny hasn’t come all this way to be beaten like this. He hasn’t risen through the ranks, fighting doubters at every turn and taking on everyone from monsters like Janus to the cocky kids like Landon Maddix to lose to some sneering, eyelinered, loudmouthed British punk on the biggest show of all time. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* With one almighty effort Johnny breaks free of Toxxic’s grip and hooks the Straight-Edge Sensation behind both knees, then shoves forwards. The trapped straight-edger can only topple backwards and lands heavily on the one part of his body that could really do without taking any more punishment. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Johnny Dangerous is operating more on instinct now that anything else, but is it an instinct that allows him to take Toxxic’s right leg and twist the Straight-Edger over onto his front again, then start to sit forward into the Barracuda! “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” “He’s got it locked in again!” Comet yells in excitement. “At this stage in the match, the Barracuda could do Toxxic in!” But Toxxic knows this too, and the British rookie abandons all dignity and scrambles for the ropes with all his might. Johnny tries his hardest to hold Toxxic back but his head is still swimming and he can’t balance properly, and in a couple of seconds the Straight-Edge Sensation is clutching the bottom rope and yelling at Kivell to make his opponent break the hold. Johnny doesn’t even try to hold on but instead backs off, still looking like he’s half in dreamland. “Hah!” Riley snorts. “I knew that’d never work, Toxxic has never tapped out in the SWF, Comet!” “You’re very confident after the event, Bobbo...” Toxxic pulls himself up on the ropes and charges towards Johnny, determined not to let the Barracuda have any more time to recover. Johnny swings an awkward roundhouse kick but he can’t pivot on his left leg properly and Toxxic ducks under it, then turns to face Dangerous as he swings around and fires off with a RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! ...V-sign... DISCUS CLOTHESLINE- -but Johnny ducks under the blow and traps Toxxic with an arm across the rookie’s chest, then hoists Toxxic off his feet and dumps him down with a Urinagi! *BANG!!* “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Johnny pops back up to his feet this time, and the World Champion seems to have found a second wind from somewhere! His breath is coming fast, he’s still limping and his eyes are slightly unfocused but Johnny Dangerous steps back from where Toxxic lies gasping for breath and lets out a yell that the crowd in the Rose Bowl give back ten thousand-fold. Then the SWF World Heavyweight Champion strips off his T-shirt to expose his lean torso to the television cameras, throws the shirt into the grateful front row, and drops into a crouch. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Toxxic rolls onto his front and starts to rise, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Johnny Dangerous edges a little closer, eyes fixed on his adversary. It’s almost time to take this home. Both men have something to prove tonight, but only one can come out on top. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* And even though Toxxic is still finding the energy to push himself up to his feet, Johnny is determined that it is going to be him. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Toxxic finally rises unsteadily to his feet. There is half a second before he is fully balanced... and in that half-second, Johnny Dangerous darts in. He places his head under Toxxic left arm, grabs the straight-edger’s left leg and lifts him up off his feet for the M.I. Slam, hardly even noticing the protest from his left knee... ...but Toxxic somehow manages to squirm out in mid-air, and instead of landing flat on his back the Straight-Edge Sensation swings around to take Johnny over with an armdrag! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Toxxic rolls up to his feet, Johnny lands in something of a heap at the base of the ropes. The World Champion struggles upwards using the cables for support but Toxxic is already rushing in, looking to hit the Barracuda with something, anything that can give him the advantage he needs- *THWACK!* -but Johnny was quick enough to hit the onrushing challenger with a Shotei, knocking him down! Toxxic scrambles back up again, seemingly propelled by some mad energy, but Johnny is just quick enough once more and drops to his right knee to drive a Shotei into the straight-edger’s ribs. The blow stops Toxxic in his tracks and doubles him over, and Johnny turns his back on his opponent before hooking each arm under the rookie’s and twisting around, briefly bringing Toxxic up onto his back before sitting out- *WHAM!!* ...and dropping Toxxic onto the back of his neck with the Wild Ride! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “DUB-CEE!” “DUB-CEE!” “DUB-CEE!” The Californian fans briefly chant the name of the Human Hurricane, but it is Johnny Dangerous who is in the spotlight at the end of this long, hard night in the Rose Bowl. The secret agent hooks Toxxic’s leg and leans into the cover, putting all his weight behind it as Matthew Kivell drops to count... ONE! TWO!! TWO-AND-A-QUARTER!! TWO-AND-A-HALF!! TWO-AND-THREE-QUARTERS!! TWO-AND-NINE-TENTHS!! THHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! ...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Toxxic got his shoulder up at the very last moment, and the fans in the Rose Bowl are absolutely rabid! The cameras zoom in on the centre of the ring, and one image fills the monstrous Smarktrons that rise above the ring. The face of Johnny Dangerous, gone white from shock. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “I... I can’t believe it...” Comet stammers. “I was sure... Johnny Dangerous was sure he had him then!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Bobby Riley just lets out a long, shivering breath and smiles in relief. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Johnny stares down at the form of the Straight-Edge Sensation. He knows Toxxic isn’t that tough - even if he kicked out of the Wild Ride, one more hit will put him down. So the Barracuda hoists Toxxic up to his feet again and places his head underneath the straight-edger’s left arm again, then lifts his opponent into the air... “MI SLAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!” Comet yells in delight... ...but Johnny’s second attempt fares no better than the first, as Toxxic manages to escape his grip and land behind the Dangerous One! The British rookie desperately reaches up to hook Johnny for a neckbreaker, but then twists around to drive the Barracuda’s face into his right knee- *CRUNCH-WHAM!* -before dropping back to spike Johnny headfirst into the mat with a DDT! “Sobering Thought!” Riley shouts in his turn. “Wake up and smell the coffee, Johnny!” Both men are flat on their backs in the middle of the ring. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Referee Matthew Kivell takes a quick look at each man, then raises both hands and begins his ten-count. ‘ONE!’ “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” The Straight-Edge Sensation stares up at the lights that adorn the underside of the canopy standing above the ring. It would be so easy to lie there and just wait for the match to end. ‘TWO!’ “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” But back when he first came into the SWF he promised the fans that he would always, whatever the situation, give 100% in his matches. ‘THREE!’ “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” And whether other people like it or not, Toxxic always keeps his promises. ‘FOUR!’ “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” So he rolls over onto his front, braces both hands against the canvas, and starts to push himself up. ‘FIIIIII-’ “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Besides, he can’t let them keep chanting that without one final effort to prove them wrong. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “He’s up!” Riley shouts as the noise in the Rose Bowl starts to change from abusive chanting to more generalised booing. “The Straight-Edge Sensation is on his feet Comet, and Johnny Dangerous is still down like the pussy-whipped bitch he is!” “Look again Citizen Riley,” Comet responds angrily, “for the valiant secret agent is stirring too!” “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Toxxic looks around to see Johnny Dangerous starting to rise as well, and swears violently. He’d hoped that knock to the skull would have kept the Barrauda down longer, but clearly it was not to be. One more high-impact move should do the job, but he no longer has the energy to launch one of his characteristic springboard attacks. Instead he starts to climb the nearest turnbuckle, hoping that Johnny won’t see him waiting... “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* ...Johnny manages to rise to his feet, his head spinning. There is very little in the mind of the Barracuda now beyond the knowledge that whatever else happens, he has to keep getting up. He also knows that he can’t see Toxxic, and he turns to see if he can find his opponent. “JOHN-NY!” *clap-clap-clap* Toxxic rises to his full six feet atop the turnbuckle, takes a deep breath... then coils his legs beneath him and springs through the air as Johnny rotates on the spot, legs reaching out to wrap around the Dangerous One’s neck and take him over with a hurricanrana. He catches Johnny sweetly at exactly the right moment and snaps backwards to complete the move... ...but Johnny knew that something had to be up. He saw the Straight-Edge Sensation coming, and somehow manages to brace both hands against the canvas to prevent himself from being flipped over! Toxxic is trapped facedown beneath him, and in one swift motion Johnny Dangerous grabs Toxxic’s right leg, turns around and kneels down into the Barracuda! “YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” “BARRACUDA!” Comet orgasms. “Surely, it’s all over now!” But Toxxic isn’t finished just yet. You don’t go up against the likes of Dace Night, Danny Williams and Tom Flesher without learning a couple of tricks. So the Straight-Edge Sensation pushes himself up on his arms, despite the pain, and reaches back to drive elbow after elbow into Johnny Dangerous’ exposed left knee. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” Johnny yells out in pain and instinctively stands up a little to get away from the attack, and that is the opening Toxxic needs. The straight-edger twists his torso underneath the Dangerous One and clamps both arms around Johnny’s left leg, then levers with all his might to take the World Champion’s base out from under him whilst using his trapped right leg to push on Johnny’ back. The combination topples Johnny Dangerous forwards, and he lands hard on his front. “Get to the ropes!” Comet yells at the World Champion as Toxxic scrambles up to all fours, still with a firm grip on Johnny’s left leg and with a feverish light in his eyes, “for the love of Justice, GET TO THE ROPES!!” But it is now too late. Toxxic hooks Johnny’s right foot into the crook of the secret agent’s left leg, then traps it there with a stepover toehold and leans forward. Johnny desperately tries to fight the straight-edger off, but without the ability to manoeuvre on the canvas it is a losing battle. After a couple of seconds of furious struggle, Toxxic manages to lock a three-quarter nelson facelock onto the World Champion. “REGAL STRETCH!” Riley shouts. “Tap you bitch, tap!” “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Toxxic leans back and pulls with all his might. Johnny Dangerous lets out a strangled noise of pain, but right now the British rookie doesn’t care if he breaks his opponent’s neck. All that matters is that he wins this match and can finally shut the fans up. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” Johnny claws at the canvas with his one free arm and reaches futilely for the ropes, but to no avail. He can’t stretch that far, and he can’t haul himself and Toxxic across the ring. For once in his SWF career, the Superspy is thoroughly, utterly trapped. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” He doesn’t give up. He keeps reaching for the ropes, keeps fighting for a way to escape the pain even though Toxxic is wrenching back further and further. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” And Johnny doesn’t give up. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” And Johnny doesn’t give up. “TOXX-IC SUCKS!” And Johnny Dangerous, SWF World Heavyweight Champion... goes limp. *DING-DING-DING!* “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Even though the crashing opening chord of ‘Rookie’ rings out over the Rose Bowl, Matthew Kivell has to grab Toxxic and shake him to make the straight-edger realise what has happened. It takes a moment or two for the SWF’s senior official to get the message through, but then Toxxic almost gratefully releases his hold and rolls away from the unconscious former champion. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HEEEERRREEEEEE IS YOUR WINNER,” Funyon’s voice booms out, still nearly drowned out by the chorus of disapproval in the Rose Bowl, “AND NEW SWF WORLD... HEAVYWEIGHT... CHAMPION... THE ‘STRAIGHT-EDGE SENSATION’... TOOOOOOXXXXXX-IIIIIIIIIIIC!!!” *BOOOOOOM!!* Red pyro erupts from the tops of each ringpost with an answering blast being fired into the night sky from the top of the canopy, but Toxxic isn’t paying any attention. The Straight-Edge Sensation is kneeling down in the ring, clutching the twenty pounds of gold handed to him by Matthew Kivell. “Can you believe it!?” Riley squeals in joy. “Comet, can you believe it!? He’s done it! Toxxic is World Champion for a second time!” “Unfortunately I must believe the evidence of my own eyes, Robert,” Cyclone Comet sadly acknowledges. “Agent Dangerous put up a tremendous fight, but in the end it was the villain of the story who came out on top. I have high hopes that balance may be restored at some point down the road but for now we are at a new beginning... and it is beginning in what might be the worst possible way.” The rest of Revolution Zero are running down the entrance ramp towards the ring and Jet is already there, but Toxxic isn’t paying any attention to them. Instead the straight-edger rises up on his knees, still clutching the title close to his chest, and as he raises his face to the crowd streaks of eyeliner can be seen underneath his tightly closed eyes from the tears running down his cheeks. Then as the camera zooms in and his face fills the entire screen a shiver seems to run through Toxxic’s body... and the steel-grey eyes snap open, and a malicious lopsided grin creeps up the right-hand side of his face. The enormous Smarktrons atop the ring canopy now carry only one message: WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION... Copyright Smarkmarks Wrestling Federation 2004 ‘Raising Workrate By Typing Faster’
  17. the.weej

    GENESIS V

    TALE OF THE TAPE Toxxic Age: 21 Height: 6’0 Weight: 218lbs Bench: 303lbs Move List: 27 practiced, 3 variables Finisher(s): Intoxxication, Caffeine Bomb, Repeat To Fade Accomplishments: Hardcore Gamer’s Champion, 2x ICTV Champion, World Heavyweight Champion (fastest since 2000) Last Five: 4-1 Johnny Dangerous Age: 28 Height: 6’1 Weight: 217lbs Bench: 320lbs Move List: 30+ practiced, 4 variables Finisher(s): MI Slam, Death From Above, The Barracuda Accomplishments: 2x Tag Team Champion, USJL Champion, ICTV Champion, Cruiserweight Champion, World Heavyweight Champion (current) Last Five: 4-1 POWER ADVANTAGE: Johnny Dangerous LEVERAGE ADVANTAGE: Push SPEED ADVANTAGE: Toxxic EXPERIENCE ADVANTAGE: Johnny Dangerous TECHNICAL ADVANTAGE: Johnny Dangerous HOT/COLD: Push OVERALL ADVANTAGE: Johnny Dangerous
  18. the.weej

    GENESIS V

    I can hear the cheers for Stevens, MacPhisto and Maddix… and there’s something about them that just won’t let me get up. I know what’s happened tonight. I haven’t just let myself down. I haven’t just let Chris and Brian down. I’ve failed. “Fans, we have just seen quite possibly the most electric trios contest in the history of the SWF,” shills Cyclone Comet. “Landon Maddix, ‘Grand Slam’ Mark Stevens and the one-night wonder, the biggest star in the history of the SWF, Edwin MacPhisto have come out with the decisive victory!” “No thanks to that bastard Zenon,” Riley grumbles. “I can’t believe they even let him ref this match. He’s been Edwin’s lapdog since he was in the JL!” The crowd is quieting down now… they’re not chanting anymore. Edwin, Mark and Landon must be in the back by now. Raynor and Brian, too… probably turned their backs on me the moment that Alex slapped the mat the third time. I feel so wrong, so alone. This was the biggest stage of my career… last year, I knew I was going to beat Hearford – it didn’t surprise anybody. Ejiro? He just exploited a weakness. But tonight, against them – I was expected to win. I was supposed to be the go-to man in the match, and I let Chris and Brian down. Flesher’s eyes flutter open. As he comes to, he squints at the brightness of the overhead lights. Counting lights, after all, isn’t something that he’s had a great deal of experience with. He sits up slowly. The arena is quiet, and his head hangs low as he tries to get his bearings back. He looks to the outside, where the Suicide King and Chris Raynor stand, Allison Onita in between them. They look on wordlessly as Flesher slowly gets to his feet. Still dazed, still disappointed, Flesher looks around the arena. There are no signs being held up. There are no vile insults being hurled, no derogatory chants, no beer cups being flung at the Superior One tonight. It’s time. Sometimes, you can just feel things that everyone feels, but that no one knows how to articulate. This is one of those times. And yet, even though I know it’s right… it’s still impossible to do. Flesher stares at the mat, his head hanging in disappointment. Or, rather, not at the mat, but the trademark Doc Marten boots he’s worn throughout his career. It’s time. Without a word, Flesher drops to one knee. He reaches down and unfastens the tape around his bootlaces, then slowly and deliberately unties them. He switches knees and does the same with his other boot, leaving them laced only loosely. With a pained look on his face, his eyes welling up, Flesher stands up. He stands firmly in the center of the ring and takes one more long look around the ring. Then, wordlessly, he steps out of his boots. Flesher doesn’t pause. In his stocking feet, he walks to the ropes, where he ducks to step out. The Suicide King, however, holds up one hand to stop him. Flesher stops advancing and stands up once again. King begins to clap. Allison and Raynor join him, and soon the whole arena does as well. A small smile flits across Flesher’s face, and his eyes once again cloud over. Allison Onita climbs the stairs and holds the ropes for Flesher, who steps through them. To a roaring ovation, Flesher, Raynor, King and Onita walk to up the ramp, moving steadily without a pause. Three of the athletes step through the velvet curtain, leaving only Flesher on the stage. He stops and acknowledges the crowd as they rise to their feet for him. He closes his eyes and bows his head for a second, then looks out at the crowd. He pauses, then raises an open hand into the air. With a single flick of his wrist, he waves to the crowd, and then quickly pivots and walks through the curtain. The crowd continues cheering. As the noise slowly dies down, the only thing left in the ring is a pair of UK 11 black Doc Marten combat boots. It was time.
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    GENESIS V

    No! Edwin counters with a couple of back elbows, before ducking and weaving behind Raynor and hitting him with a hard snap kick to the kidneys. Raynor takes another kick, before Edwin goes to the waistlock and looks for a german suplex of his own. But Raynor is able to counter in a likewise manner, with a quick back elbow before irish whipping Edwin across the ring. Back shoots MacPhisto, as Raynor goes for a big boot...which Edwin ducks, quickly getting back to his feet and attempting to pull Raynor down low enough to apply the dragon sleeper. Raynor is wise to it though, turning into Edwin's body and charging him into the corner! Out staggers Edwin, as Raynor looks for a clothesline. But the counters continue as Edwin ducks, causing Raynor to careen forward and crash chest first into the top turnbuckle, which drives the wind right out of him! Comet: These two men know each other so well, and are showing great ring knowledge here, considering both have been out of action for a long period of time. Out staggers Raynor, into MacPhisto's waiting boot and an irish whip. Raynor flies towards the ropes, but at the last second Landon Maddix emerges on the apron and has the presence of mind to pull down the top rope, causing Raynor to topple over the ropes and crash into Flesher and King who had just gotten to their feet. The three of them fall to the concrete floor and set about dragging themselves back up, as Maddix extends his hand to Edwin...pointing a finger towards him, before pointing one out at Team Heel, regrouping on the floor. Comet: No...he wouldn't. Riley: Of course he wouldn't! Senior citizens don't fly...they take the bus! It seems Edwin is on the same wavelength as Maddix, as he looks out to the crowd for encouragement. And to display his pelvic thrust. Oh yeah. Flesher, King and Raynor are pretty much up by now and it's decision time for Edwin. Who chooses option A. And charges across the ring... Riley: No! Comet: Oh yes... Riley: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TOPÉ SUICIDAAAAAAAAAA BY EDWIN!!! "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" Comet: EDDIE MAC! EDDIE MAC WITH THE TOPÉ SUICIDA!!! "MAC - PHIS - TOOOO!" "MAC - PHIS - TOOOO!" "MAC - PHIS - TOOOO!" The crowd is going CRAZY, as Edwin, Flesher and Raynor lay in a crumpled heap of human flesh on the floor. King meanwhile is staggering around ringside, having somehow gotten out of the way of the flying MacPhisto just in the nick of time. And now, King is trying to figure out where he is as he staggers aimlessly down the aisle and towards the huge "GENESIS" sign at the top of the entrance-way. Which is never a good thing. Comet: Wait a minute...King's trying to get the hell out of here! Riley: Hey, he's a busy man Comet. You don't realize how much paperwork an SWF co-owner gets nowadays. Seeing King staggering off, and realizing that he is the legal man, Landon Maddix hops off the apron...grimacing slightly as the adrenaline has worn off and now his ribs are hurting once more. But he has King in his sights, and ignores the pain as he strides down the aisle in hot pursuit of King, who, it seems, knows exactly where he is going. Comet: Well, either King is running scared or he's laying a trap for Landon Maddix. Either way, I don't like this. Much the faster, Maddix soon catches up to King...but takes a thumb to the eye, before getting whipped around and thrown into the steel barricade! Maddix bounces off the barricades like a rubber ball, holding his ribs tightly, as King grabs him in a side headlock and starts to bring him back towards the ring, grinning like a cheshire cat. But he isn't grinning for long however, as Maddix places a hand on King's back and pushes him off, sending HIM into the steel barricade! Back at ringside, MacPhisto and Raynor are brawling around the ring exchanging hard punches, kicks and shoteis...whatever they can hit, they are hitting. Meanwhile, back down the aisle, Maddix and King are both staggering towards ringside...with Maddix on the offensive, rocking King with some more forearms. In hope of a reprieve, King starts to pick up the pace and looks to get away from Maddix by rolling back into the ring. Maddix is right behind him however, feeling particularly froggy at the moment and in no mood to back down from a fight with anyone, even a respected veteran like The Suicide King. Especially considering this respected veteran has retreated into a neutral corner, sticking his head through the ropes in hopes of a time-out. Which he promptly gets, as Z steps in between Maddix and King and pushes the young ICTV Champion back. However Maddix is nothing if not determined and shrugs past Z, who thinks about going after Maddix...but he is stopped by Tom Flesher climbing back onto the apron, and quickly goes after him to make sure he doesn't enter the ring. As he does, Maddix pulls the Suicide King out of the corner and nails him with a forearm strike again, before brushing past King and hopping to the middle rope, ready for the Crash Landon. Only, King isn't as hurt as he's making out... ...AND CONNECTS WITH A BRASS KNUX SHOT!!! "OOOOHH - BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Despite the jeers of the incensed fans in the Rose Bowl, Z has no idea as to what as just happened because he's still trying to keep Flesher out of the ring. Quickly King removes his brass knuckles and passes them out to Allison Onita, who is handily placed and she quickly pockets them. Comet: You just knew something like this would happen! King with the brass knuckles on Maddix, and I'm disgusted. Maddix is down and out cold, as King crawls over towards him and...after giving a little wink towards Flesher, who promptly nods and finally strolls across the apron away from Zenon, makes a cover. Z turns around with a sigh and an angry look at Flesher, to see King laying on top of Maddix, arms already out-stretched to count along with Zenon's count... ONE! TWOOOOO! Comet: Kickout, kickout! THR... STEVENS PULLS KING OFF THE COVER! "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Comet: The Heavy Hitter makes the save! Riley: You can't call that fair, Comet. Comet: After King used brass knuckles? I can call it whatever the hell I want! Zenon reprimands Stevens and forces the exhausted Heavy Hitter out of the ring. King meanwhile looks pissed, glaring down at Stevens before turning to Z and hurling a torrent of rather vulgar abuse his way. Nearby, Raynor and Edwin pass, still exchanging right hands as they do so. But King is more concerned with Stevens...so he quickly shuffles over and tags Flesher into the match, before sliding out of the ring. Stevens is stumbling over to where the fight is going on on the outside and looking to help out his fellow Carnie, but gets taken down by King! Now a four man brawl has started on the floor between the veterans of the match... ...while back in the ring, Flesher has swaggered into the ring and is standing over Landon Maddix. Maddix is still down and out from the brass knuckles shot, so Flesher kneels down beside the ICTV Champion and makes a lateral press... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Riley: Damn it! Who the hell appointed slow-motion Zenon as referee for crying out loud? Comet: Uhm...Zenon? Riley: ...that bastard! Grabbing a hold of Maddix by the hair, Flesher pulls the ICTV Champion up from the mat and quickly locks on a waistlock from the front, popping back and taking Maddix over with a railgun suplex! Maddix hits the mat, and hard, as Flesher remains in a seated position and starts to golf-clap his own efforts, which is replicated by Allison from the outside. Still, the fight continues on the floor... ...as Flesher turns towards Maddix, looking down on him with near destain. Maddix is favoring his rib area once more and is busy trying to rub the pain out of his back, with little success. Over walks Flesher, giving Maddix a bitchslap once there, before pulling his opponent up with a front headlock applied. Knowing that he's in serious trouble, Maddix starts to frantically reach for the ropes in some attempt to get free from The Superior One's grip. But this is Tom Flesher. The Tom Flesher. And you don't escape from a Flesher front headlock if you're inexperienced in the realms of technical wrestling, which counts in Landon Maddix. Unable to reach the ropes, Maddix drops to his ass in an attempt to free himself. But all he suceeds in doing is putting himself down for some worse discomfort, as Flesher steps a foot to either side of Maddix and sits back, trapping Maddix in some 'Wet Cement'! Riley: YES! Game over! Maddix is trapped now...hence the name...and the crowd starts booing as they realize this could be match over. Tom pulls back as Z asks Landon if he wants to submit, but Landon bellows a loud NO!! Finally, unable to take it any longer, Stevens disengages himself from the brawl and slides into the ring, winds up and drives his knee into the side of Flesher's head causing the Superior One to let go of the submission hold! Grand Slam is obviously beyond reason as he grabs Tom by his singlet and launches him out of the ring, then follows him out under the bottom rope! Comet: This match has just broken down! Z has totally lost control here! Riley: Are you suprised? The man isn't a referee! Landon slowly gets to his feet, shaking his head, trying to work the stiffness out. But behind him, the Suicide King rolls into the ring, charges up behind Landon,. hooks his arm and sweeps the leg... ::WHAM!!:: Riley: Joker's Wild!! King just nailed Landon with the Joker's Wild!! King gets to his feet, gesturing and yelling at Maddix, obvioulsy satisfied that he was finally able to destroy the impertinent youngster. Then there is a tap on his shoulder... King spins around, ready to scream his lungs out at Z... But Z isn't there... Grand Slam is. Toe kick! Stevens pulls King into a standing headscissors, hooks the arms, jumps back... ::WHAM!!:: Comet: WALK-OFF!! WALK-OFF!! Grand Slam rolls King out of the ring and stands slowly, obviously exhausted... only to be met by Raynor! He kicks Grand Slam right in the gut, pulls him into a front facelock, then picks him up for a vertical suplex, lifts him straight up and hold him... Then pushes him out forward, as if turning it into a powerbomb, but at the same time he kneels down and drives the Heavy Hitter head-and-neck-first down onto his knee!! Riley: Acid Rayne! Raynor just nailed Grand Slam with the Acid Rayne Version 3! Raynor starts delivering stomps to Grand Slam's stomach, but is stopped by two arms hooking underneath his and lifting him up... then slamming him down hard!! Comet: ENCORE CROSS!! I don't believe this Robert! Edwin drops to one knee and slowly rolls Raynor out of the ring, then tries to follow him, but someone catches him by the hair and pulls him back into the ring... grabs him from behind... lifts him up... Riley: Now Tom Flesher gets in on the act with a huge Ego Buster, and let me tell you Edwin MacPhisto has a huge ego to bust! Edwin hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring... but, long forgotten in the rush of Finishers, Landon pushes himself off the mat and runs at the ropes! he jumps, plants both feet on the middle rope and vaults out, catching a standing Tom Flesher on the way down, twisting, swinging and driving Tom down hard!! Comet: CRASH LANDON!! CRASH LANDON!! Riley NO!! Landon, fully aware of who the legal men are, hooks the leg... ONE... TWO... THREE!!! Comet: It's over!! Landon Maddix has pinned Tom Flesher to give the Carnies plus one the win here at Genesis V!! Riley: I can't believe it! How did this happen, Comet? I feel so... so... used. Officials flood ringside, separating Team Heel from Team Face. Grand Slam, Edwin and Landon start up the ramp, clapping each other on the back and getting their hands raised by Z, while King and Raynor stand beside the ring, looking at Flesher in the center of the ring. Riley: They were so close so many times... I can't believe they couldn't put it away! Comet: But they did, Robert! Truth and Justice triumph again! But it isn't over yet, fans... up next we have the main event pitting the number one contender Toxxic against the World Champion Johnny Dangerous! The camera lingers on Grand Slam for a moment as he drops to his knees raising one hand in the air, holding one finger up...
  20. the.weej

    GENESIS V

    The camera takes a slow tour of the Rose Bowl. The air is a little hazy now as the sun has gone down and the sliver of a moon hangs ominously in the air just over the top of the stadium, as if waiting for something momentous to happen... Now it fades slowly into a view of the stage setup for Genesis V, The lights are slowly working the anxious crowd, all of whom know that there are only two matches left and are very aware of what will be the penultimate match of the biggest Pay-Per-View of the SWF year. The arena goes dark... thousands of flash bulbs begin to pop, then... ALL ABOARD!! AH HAH HAH HAH!! The stage suddenly explodes as a wall of crimson pyro shoots skyward, deafening and blinding those closest. When the pyro finishes the wailing guitar chords of Ozzy Ozborne's "Crazy Train" pick up in volume and the Suicide King is revealed, posing cockily as the crowd pours its derision on him (save for the few sparse cheers from desperate women). Smirking in disdain he makes his way down to the ring, strutting like he is the single greatest thing since sliced bread. Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a six man tag match and it is scheduled for ONE FALL!! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds and hailing from Dayton, Ohio... he is the Gambling Man, the Heartbreaker... he is the SUICIDE KING!!!! Making his way to ringside, he jumps up to stand on the ring apron and moves provocatively between the ropes. Once inside the ring the Suicide King circles the ropes, making sure that everyone in attendance gets a good, long look at the most talented, entertaining, and handsome man in wrestling today. The men swear, the women squeal, and the SWF collects another fortune in merchandising... the Suicide King casually brushes the hair out of his eyes and turns back to gaze at the stage, waiting for his allies. Comet: Welcome back Citizens young and old! It's time for a grudge match that has drawn in some of the biggest names, past or present, ever to compete to in an SWF ring! Riley: Comet, I've dreamed of a night like this ever since I was a boy! Suicide King, Chris Raynor and Tom Flesher together in a ring? My God... it's enough to make you cry... As Comet sadly shakes his head, the sound system kicks up "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin. The crowd turns its hatred from the man in the ring to the man on the stage as "The Superior One" Tom Flesher struts out from behind the curtain, Allison Onita right behind him, looking stunning as always in a blue sequined blouse and short black skirt. Soaking in the jeers of the massive crowd, Tom and Allison begin the long walk down the ramp. Funyon: And his partner, hailing from Buffalo, New York and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Allison Onita... he is The Superior One... TOM FLESHER!! As they reach the ring, Allison crawls seductively up to the apron, then sits on the second rope, clearing the way for her man, the ever-confident Tom Flesher. He follows her up, then slides in between the ropes. With a disdainful look out at the crowd, letting them know that he hears everything but just doesn't care, he walks over to shake hands with his training partner for the better part of a year, the Suicide King. Allison steps into the ring herself then, drawing catcalls from several front row patrons. King, ever a picture of the debonair playboy, raises her hand to his lips and lightly kisses her knuckles, drawing a few more boos from the crowd. Riley: There they are Comet! Those two men are the epitome of what a man should be, classy, powerful, handsome... Comet: Underhanded, conniving, evil... Riley: You're always looking for the negative in everyone aren't you Mr. Superhero? The lights go out... The stage lights flicker white for a strobing effect, as "The Grudge" by Tool pounds out through the sound system. Chris Raynor does not spend much time dilly-dallying on the stage. He steps out from behind the curtain and starts walking to the ring. Funyon: And their partner, hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, CHRIS RAYNOR!! The Rayn man never looks away from the ring as he walks down the ramp. The crowd just unloads on him, never able to forget his betrayal of the Midnight Carnival. Nor will he let them forget as he wears a brand new shirt to the ring tonight with a flashy "Carnevil" logo on the front, and profiles of himself and the Suicide King, looking quite mad, adorn the back. He sees the camera focus in on his shirt out of the corner of eye, putting the profiles on the several giant screens around the stadium, and he smiles, an ironic, twisted cold little thing that barely breaks over his face. Comet: I have to believe that Chris Raynor isn't here tonight to humiliate Mark Stevens. He isn't here tonight to help King, and certainly isn't here because of Landon Maddix. He's here because he was hoping, praying maybe, that he could settle things with Edwin MacPhisto, nearly two years to the day after their epic confrontation at Genesis III! Riley: Of course that's why he's here. I know he spent every day in rehab dreaming about an opportunity like this. When King called him a couple of weeks ago, he had to know that his time has arrived. Raynor rolls into the ring and to his feet. King, Tom and Allison move to meet him, but there is not the gregarious outpouring of affection from Chris that we saw just moments ago between Tom and King. He simply nods his head and says something far too low for the mics to pick up. Comet: It appears to my super-human senses that the three men in that ring are not necessarily on the same page Robert. Riley: Do they need to be? I have no idea what Zenon was thinking, putting this match this far up on the card. In my estimation... there's no way this goes longer than ten minutes, max. The lights dim, and the crowd sounds change from boos and jeers to claps and cheers. They know now that "Team Heel" is in the ring; the next entrance has to be somebody worth cheering for... "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" And the crowd goes wild. ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* The post-riff part of "Megalomaniac" by Incubus hits, as from behind the curtain steps Landon Maddix, stopping at the top of the ramp and thrusting his hands out to his side as the lights return back to normal. Landon turns back to the curtains...as Megan follows out from the back. They then walk down the ramp, with Landon leading the way, jaw jacking with fans on the way down the ramp as he goes. Funyon: And their opponents... Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Megan Skye... he hails from Huron, South Dakota and weighs in at two hundred and eighteen pounds... he is YOUR Smartmarks Wrestling Federation Intercontinental-Television Champion... LANDON "LA CUCARACHA" MADDIX!! Landon leaps to the apron, before running across the apron and leaping up to the middle turnbuckle. Looking out at the crowd, Landon grins and holds his arms out to the sides before leaping over the top and entering the ring. The ref is standing in the middle of the ring, arms out to either side, keeping the heels at bay on the opposite side of the ring from Maddix. Landon steps close behind the ref and says something, emphasizing it with a pointed finger at the Suicide King. Comet: Citizen Maddix is the wild card in this match Robert... drawn into this after being held down by the evil Suicide King. Riley: Please... Maddix is only here because King wanted him here. If there was any chance of him making a difference in this match, King would never have allowed him to be in it! Landon waits in the corner, a huge smile on his face as he looks out at the sheer volume of people cheering him on. Megan leans close and says something to him, whispering into his ear. Landon nods to her and his smile gets a little bigger. Comet: I can't imagine what is going through Landon Maddix's mind right now. He grew up watching wrestling, dreaming of being in the spotlight on a show just like this one... and now here he is! Then, once more, the lights in the giant stadium fade to black... The crowd is restless, anxious, knowing something is about to happen... Then... A soft female voice whispers two words not heard in over a year at an SWF event... ... Midnight Carnival ... "You give me that funny feeling in my tummy..." The IGNTron flashes blazing white in time with the opening beats of the Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Love Rollercoaster" as the Carnival's anthem pumps through the arena, revealing with each flash thin black lettering that reads "Step Right Up." As the guitar part drops in, three blue laser lights trace the arena, all stemming from the same point in the middle of the entrance ramp. "Ahhh shit yeah... that's right... STEP RIGHT UP!!!!" As the words "Rollercoaster of Love" echo through the arena for the first time, the laser lights flare out into a blue haze across the entrance ramp. The crowd is positively apoplectic as the curtain parts, revealing the one and only Love Rollercoaster, the heavily modified golf cart used by the members of the Midnight Carnival as transportation all those years ago. Grand Slam Mark Stevens is in the driver's seat, jamming to the music while Edwin MacPhisto, consummate showman, stands with his upper body stuck through the sunroof, dancing to the funky beat! "Step right up and get your tickets!!!" As the refrain arrives for the first time, the arena plunges back into darkness just as purple strobe lights tear through the house and the blue laser lights spiral wildly, illuminating the members of the Midnight Carnival in funky, staccato bursts. The IGNTron video plays, flashing half-second clips of classic maneuvers from all of the Carnival's members past. Funyon: And his partners, at a combined weight of five hundred and thirty three pounds... hailing from London, England and Lincoln, Nebraska respectively... they are the Undefeated Stables Champions... EDWIN MACPHISTO AND "GRAND SLAM" MARK STEVENS... THE MIDNIGHT CARNIVAL!!! As the Love Rollercoaster careens down the long ramp, the camera flashes briefly to the two former Carnies in the ring. King is ticked, ready to rip someone apart for this, but Raynor is surprisingly cool and collected. The 'Coaster makes a lap of the ring and comes to rest on the side of the ring closest to the stage. Grand Slam steps out of the cart and starts up the stairs, still jamming to the music but focusing his attention on King. Edwin, on the other hand, pushes himself up through the sunroof and stands on top of the Love Rollercoaster, his bright red vinyl coast shimmering in the pulsating lights. Edwin: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, just in case you may have forgotten about us I thought a primer might be in order before we get down to business tonight! We be, am, is ,are and forever shall be them that are known around this world as the greatest collection of pranksters, merry-makers, partiers and oh yes... wrestlers to ever grace the squared circle... we are the Midnight Carnival!!! (huge pop from the crowd) Tonight.. tonight... TONIGHT! Tonight we take care of business... tonight we right old wrongs... tonight we settle old debts... tonight we stand against those who would see us humiliated and destroyed! Tonight... tonight we will go into that ring and we will remind each and every one of you out there in this stadium and in TV Land that the side of righteousness, that the side of good, that the side of funk will never lose! Tonight we win! But tomorrow... tomorrow we party! The crowd goes absolutely funky monkey insane! Edwin drops the mic back into the 'Coaster and steps through the ropes into the ring where Grand Slam is shaking hands with Landon and Megan. Edwin joins in the greetings by shaking Landon's hand vigorously, then grabbing Megan in a huge bear hug! Landon looks a little upset, but Edwin releases her quickly, looks at Maddix, smiles, then offers his hand to the young lady for a proper handshake! Comet: Let there be no doubt that, at least for one night, the Midnight Carnival is back in business! Riley: So sad, them living in the past like this, when they were cool, when they had a chance of winning... when they mattered. Comet: Robert... I am shocked! Even for you that was low. In the ring, the heels are making ready to start, but team face is smiling at them. Edwin mocks them. The viewers at home can't hear him, but it is clear what he is saying... Edwin: We know something you don't know... Funyon, still in the ring, again raises the mic to his lips. Funyon: And, the special guest referee for this match... Team heel is pissed, as is the ref already in the ring. King stomps over to Funyon, screaming in his face. The mic catches most of it, but as most of it is bleeps, all we really hear is... King: ...your job sequin boy? No special ref! Funyon: the Commissioner of the SWF... Alex Zenon!!! Z's music plays and he appears from behind the curtain, dressed in the standard black slacks and striped shirt. King turns bright red. Tom kicks the bottom turnbuckle in frustration while Allison tries to console him. Edwin, Stevens, Megan and Maddix all share a good laugh at the heels predicament. Raynor seems totally unaffected, his eyes locked on Edwin MacPhisto. Riley: This is too much! Z is the special referee? How can this possibly be fair? Comet: Well Robert, by the glances being shared between the former referee for this match and the Suicide King, I'm willing to go out on a limb and say that it has a far better chance of being called down the middle now! Riley: Are you trying to imply that the Suicide King would stoop so low as to bribe a referee? Comet: He's done it before. Riley: That was just a tip, you know, like if a bellman helps you with a suitcase... Z reaches the ring and goes straight to the former ref, points to the backstage area and says something. The old ref thinks about starting something, but decides now isn't the time and heads back up the ramp. As Funyon exits the ring, King calmly walks over to Zenon and says something. Z turns away, trying to ignore him, but King grabs his arms and spins him back so the two are nose-to-nose. King says something to the Commissioner again, this time with clenched teeth. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to make out the words "If you do this..." right before Z points at the timekeeper and signals for the bell. **Ding ding ding** Comet: And this historic match is underway!! The two teams confer, the Carnies+1 talking it out while the EvilCarnies+1 continue to have conniptions over the sudden addition of Z to the match. On the side of all that is light, holy, and out of shape, Mark shares a nod with Edwin and Landon and steps through the ropes. Comet: Stevens will start it off for his team, possibly looking to anchor this match with a little old-school prowess. Seeing the heavy hitter take his place in the ring, Tom Flesher pushes out of the surly triangle and nonchalantly ducks into the ring. Riley: And it'll be Tom Flesher kicking it off for King's team! That's what I like to see, Comet - in the ring with two has-beens, two legends, and one yet-to-be, Tom's easily the man most physically prepared for the match, and he should be able to dismantle Ol' Gimpy in short order. Comet: We'll see about that... Stevens squares up to Tom, a head taller and probably a whole lot angrier than the walking technical handbook. The Superior One looks for an in, slowly shifting out of his corner and towards the center. With a slight jog forward he baits Stevens, and the heavy hitter charges forward looking for a lock-up. Stevens, vicelike, clamps his hands down on Tom's shoulders, and Tom starts to buckle under the pressure. Comet: Grand Slam may still be rusty, but at 300 pounds he's going to be the juggernaut in this match... As Stevens tries to twist Tom out into the center of the ring, safely away from the heel corner, the Superior One launches a left boot into Mark's shin, causing a short stutter in Grand Slam's walk. Tom fires again, but this time pushes upward as well, managing to shove Stevens off and out...but not too far out, as the Superior One bats a returning Mark back with an open palm to the face! Riley: B-b-b-b-bitchslap! Stevens reels, affronted, and the boos are on as Flesher immediately transitions into a low dropkick, cracking against Mark's always-troublesome knee and felling the big man to a one-leg kneel. Flesher wastes no time and pulls Mark back up into a front facelock. Stevens finds a knee flowing swiftly into his slightly pronounced gut, and then another, and then another, as Flesher slowly grinds him down. After a fourth jab, Flesher shoves the gasping Stevens back up and away, and this time drives a speeding palm strike straight into his collarbone! Riley: And a palm strike from Tommy Boy keeps Grand Sham reeling! It was a brilliant tactical move to get Tom in there first - Stevens is mad and he wants a power brawl, but you can't throw a punch if you're a broken old man. In the corner, Landon and Edwin start shouting words of encouragement and pounding the turnbuckle. Across the ring, King shoots instruction to Flesher, and Raynor glares across, steely and unmoving. Stevens wobbles back towards Flesher, who takes him into a smooth arm wrench, breaking down the shoulder slowly and painfully. Z checks for any suspect holds, but Flesher's all legal as he grinds Mark's joints. Tom pounds another knee into Mark's gut and the Slammer tries to shove back with a big palm of his own, but Tom leans with it and snaps Mark forward with the trapped arm. Mark surges forward, and Tom quickly drives a Doc Marten into the back of Mark's knee, dropping him again. The big man falters and Tom unloads a knucklehead smack across the back of his head, much to King's delight! Comet: This is uncalled for! Tom backs up and gives himself a little pat on the back while Mark, frustrated, clambers back to his feet. Stevens turns, fuming, just as Flesher saunters back and snares the arm again. But this time... WHAM! Comet: Now THAT was called for! The crowd roars as Stevens slams Flesher raw across the face with his free forearm! The Superior One loses his grip and rocks back, and Stevens blasts forward and levels Taamo with a short-range clothesline! Flesher bounces up back off the mat almost straight off the momentum of Mark's crushing blow...and goes right back down again, facefirst, as Mark unloads another clothesline into the back of his head. Businesslike, Stevens hoists a wind-sucking Flesher up off the mat, catches a waistlock, and crunches him against the mat with a fearsome belly to belly! Stevens rises up off the mat like a fire-breathing totem while Flesher clutches at the small of his back, barely pushing himself back up to a stumbling three-point stance. Comet: I haven't seen Stevens this revved up since his return! Tom tried to diminish him and Stevens wasn't going to have it! Stevens gives Flesher a helping hand back to his feet, and then greets Tom with a hamhock of a punch! Flesher trades back with a palm blow of his own, but Stevens comes back even harder with another punch, then another, quickly taking control of the slugfest as the Superior One looks for an out. He looks left...he looks right...and then he looks right up the middle as a Grand Slam shoulder charge pounds him into the ropes and down onto his face. The crowd is revved up, but Mark, his body catching up with his heart, stops to catch his breath. Fortunately, an eager Landon Maddix is just a step away... SLAP! Comet: It should be interesting to see how the fans react to Landon, who's only recently worked his way into their good graces. Riley: I liked him better when he punched people in the crotch... As Slammer steps out and takes a high-five from Edwin, Landon climbs through the ropes, hearing the fans' cheers waver a little bit at the somewhat untested commodity. Always a man of action, he quickly springs back to the second rope and leaps off, blasting the rising Flesher with a flying bodypress! Flesher crashes to the mat while Maddix bounces almost back to his feet. Landon runs into the ropes, bounces back and delivers a hard dropkick to the back of the Superior One's head, just as Flesher was starting to sit up! Landon scoots around, hooks the leg... One... Two... Th...NO! Flesher kicks out! Comet: Landon almost had him there Robert! Riley: I disagree wholeheartedly Comet. Flesher is a ring veteran, he knows enough to wait as long as he can to kick out, to try and get some of his wind back! Landon moves to his feet, dragging Flesher up with him by a handful of hair. Looking to keep fresh, Landon reaches for the tag while keeping Flesher under control in front of him. But Flesher has been around this turn too many times, and starts pumping his legs, picking Landon up and charging across the ring diagonally and driving La Cucaracha hard into the enemy turnbuckles. Tom holds out his hand for a tag and gets one. The Suicide King calmly steps into the ring, his swagger and confidence as intact as they ever have been. He steps up to Maddix and delivers a brutal knife-edge chop (Woo!!) that raises a red welt across his chest! Maddix is hanging in the corner, his arms draped over the top rope as King settles into a long practiced sequence of chops (each one accompanied by a Woo!) and elbow smashes to the bridge of Landon' nose. Riley: Here's where it begins Comet. King and Associates has chosen a member of the opposing team to focus on and isolate, and now they are going to just pick him apart piece by piece. Comet: I am familiar with the strategy of tag team wrestling Robert. However, I think they may have made a mistake by focusing their efforts on Landon Maddix. He's the most mobile and best conditioned on his team. The evildoers will have to work triple hard to keep La Cucaracha under control. Riley: Conveniently, there are three of them. Across the ring, the Carnies are clapping and cheering, trying to get Maddix fired up and get him out of the corner. Finally, Referee / Commissioner Zenon has to step in and remind King that, while accepted, keeping someone in the corner is, in fact, illegal. King acquiesces, stepping away from Landon and holding his arms out to the side. Z gets in front of him and says something, which King chooses to take as an insult and starts berating the Commissioner near the center of the ring. Meanwhile, in one of the oldest tricks in the book, Tom Flesher has pulled the usually forgotten tag rope across the throat of Landon Maddix, and is heaving backwards, choking the life out of him. Across the ring, Edwin and Grand Slam are absolutely livid that these sort of shenanigans are going on, and they are sure to tell their concerns to the referee. Unlike most single-minded refs though, Z is on the lookout for crap such as this and turns immediately, almost catching Flesher just as the Superior One drops the rope. Landon is coughing and sputtering as he tries to stagger out of the corner. Z admonishes the two heels in the corner with the universal sign for "I'm watching you". Riley: Basic but effective teamwork will win you a match every time. Comet: Robert, I don't even know what to say... these men are beyond the pale in their no-goodness. Why they're... they're... they're just bastards! Riley: What did you say? Goodness Comet... think of the children! King pulls Landon out of the corner by the arm and twists it, stepping under and turning, putting incredible tension on the shoulder joint. Landon reacts by dropping to one knee, King takes advantage by sending his foot way up in the air and bringing the heel down on the top of Maddix's shoulder! Maddix's free hand reaches across his body to the shoulder instantly. As King slowly torques the arm, grinding bone against bone and tearing tendons, Maddix slowly pushes his way back up. But as soon as he is vertical King hops back just a hair, then drives his foot hard into the armpit of Maddix with a nasty sidekick! Maddix again drops to one knee, his face twisted in agony. King pulls Maddix closer to the center of the ring, using the trapped arm as bait, holding it out towards Maddix's corner. Grand Slam and Edwin lean in, trying to make the tag! Stevens' arm is a little longer and he gets within an inch of Maddix's hand, but King, finished with his taunting, pulls the hand away. Absolutely ticked, Grand Slam charges into the ring only to be stopped very short by Referee Z, telling him to get back out of the ring. This, of course, allows plenty of time for King to signal to Raynor to come into the ring, Raynor slapping his hands together simulating the sound of a tag. Comet: There is no way that is going to work against Z! He knows all of these tricks! Riley: Just watch my good man, it doesn't have to actually work! Z is still getting Grand Slam out of the ring as King uses the twisted arm to launch Maddix across the ring and into the ropes, bounce back, King grabs Landon around the waist and flapjacks him backwards, only to have Maddix's momentum abruptly stopped and reversed by a high dropkick right to his face! Maddix falls in a crumpled heap as Z finally turns around and sees both men in the ring and starts to point for Raynor to get out! Raynor, craft veteran, gets right in Z's face trying to explain to him that he made the tag! Z's rebuttal is simple, explaining to Raynor that he isn't stupid and that was the sound of Raynor's hand clapping. Meanwhile, as Z and Raynor debate the finer points of Zen philosophy, King takes full advantage of the distracted ref by grabbing both of Landon's legs, opening them wide and dropping his knee right into Landon's... "special place". The crowd starts to boo again as poor, poor Maddix rolls over on his side, both hands covering the targeted area. Chris, knowing by the crowd's reaction that he has done his job, finally agrees that Z is correct and steps out of the ring. Z turns around to see King casually rolling Landon over onto his back and sitting down next to him, leaning back over him just enough to cause a pinfall but not enough to actually, you know, cause King any discomfort. As King examines his fingernails for chips and/or splits, Z drops to the mat... One... Two... Thr... NO!! Landon kicks out hard. The crowd goes nuts and King looks slightly annoyed at the kid's persistence. Comet: Robert, I am starting to think that King has no plans of actually pinning Maddix anytime soon. Riley: Of course not Comet! Maddix is a trifle, a nothing! King wants to destroy Mark Stevens. The fact that Grand Scam is so willing to hide behind younger guys just means that King and Company will have to show him the results of that! Comet: ...a trifle? Turning onto his front, King glares deep into the eyes of Landon Maddix...before smashing him with a forearm. Maddix's body jolts from the impact, as King keeps the forearm placed firmly across the Maddix's jaw, grinding downwards as the youngster tries to squirm away. King makes sure he's going nowhere though, mounting Landon as he continues to force downwards on the ICTV Champion's head. Eventually referee Z feels the need to do something, raising his hand ready to start a five count... only for King to get right up and laugh at Z. Meanwhile, Landon shakes off the effects of King's forearm and gets back up. King notices and turns away from Z, and in one swift movement snaps forward with a thumb to the eye... AAH! ARRRRGH! ...WHICH IS REPLICATED BY MADDIX! Comet: If King is looking to cheat, he's in the ring with the wrong kid...because Landon Maddix will match him illegal move for illegal move. Riley: It kills you to say that, doesn't it? Both men clutch at their eyes simultaneously as Z looks on, managing to keep a straight face. King is first to react, ignoring the pain filling his eye socket and reaching forward to grab Maddix by the arm. However, Maddix reverses an Irish whip and sends King into the ropes. King shoots back, but only a few steps as he grabs the top rope and stops himself short. SLAP! And tags in Chris Raynor, to a TORRENT of boos from the crowd! King manages a wry smile as he steps out of the ring, squinting slightly still from the jab he took earlier...as Raynor stops on the apron, looking briefly into the crowd. Maddix has yet to move since King tagged out, as Raynor takes one last deep breath before stepping into the ring. Already a buzz has filled the crowd, as Flesher and Allison busily applaud their partner. "MAC - PHIS - TOOOO!" "MAC - PHIS - TOOOO!" "MAC - PHIS - TOOOO!" The crowd are on their feet, practically screaming the name of their favorite Londoner...the man who two years ago almost killed Chris Raynor, who ruined his career...the man who Raynor is staring a hole through. The match has abruptly stopped as a result, as Raynor and MacPhisto are locked in a stare-down while Maddix looks on in confusion. Comet: What a moment here. Riley: Totally. By now, Raynor has passed Maddix completely and is staring down Edwin who is looking straight back. Z is watching this, as every other person in The Rose Bowl is, wondering what to do...as suddenly King skulks back into the ring behind his and Landon's backs. The crowd begins screaming, but that isn't warning enough, as Landon is wide open for a clothesline to the back of the head! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" King quickly re-exits the ring, getting reprimanded by Z as he goes, who didn't see the clothesline but isn't at his first picnic either. Meanwhile, Raynor still has his attentions set on Edwin. Pointing an accusing finger at Edwin, Raynor mouths the words 'you and me' before turning around, to see Maddix laid flat out face-first on the mat. Raynor is confused, obviously. But all the same, he moves in and grabs a handful of Maddix's hair to pull him off the mat. Grabbing the tights as well, Raynor pulls Maddix from off the mat and clubs him across the shoulder blades with a forearm that drops Maddix onto all fours. Quickly Raynor hooks under Maddix's arms and hauls him up from the mat again, looking frighteningly focused as he pulls Maddix forward into a stiff short-arm clothesline! Riley: Raynor is looking good here Comet. No ring rust as far as I can tell. Comet: Not yet, anyway. The test will come when he's in the ring with a fresh man, and that may possibly be a fresh Edwin MacPhisto. With Maddix down, Raynor thinks about going for a cover...just as Maddix begins to struggle to his feet, his equilibrium out of whack. Raynor gives him a helpful hand up, followed with a less helpful hand to the jaw in the form of a right hand. Maddix stumbles across the ring, bouncing back off the ropes. But Raynor is waiting and nails Maddix coming back with a big boot to the face. Stevens grimaces slightly, watching his partner fall to the mat like a sack of potatoes, as King and Flesher break into some more applause. "MAC - PHIS - TOOOO!" "MAC - PHIS - TOOOO!" "MAC - PHIS - TOOOO!" Again the crowd begins to chant for Edwin, who begins to jig along with the rhythm of the chant without taking his eyes off of the action. Raynor meanwhile ignores the chants, as he hauls Maddix off the mat before turning him around so he faces towards the corner. A quick shove sends Maddix sternum first into the buckles, before staggering out into Raynor's waiting arms. He lifts the ICTV Champion up with ease, placing him carefully across the top turnbuckle before yanking Maddix's head south which causes Landon to get tied-up in the tree of woe position. Frantically the youngster tries to struggle free, but his leg is hooked tightly. Quickly Z moves in and looks to help out...but he just as quickly gets the hell out of the way as Raynor charges from the opposite corner of the ring with reckless abandon, like a bull charging at a red rag, ducking his head at the last moment and spearing the air out of the vertical Maddix!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" The ring almost jolts forward with Raynor's body, as the force of the spear unhooks Maddix from the precarious position he was in. Slowly he topples back, hitting the mat hard. Meanwhile though, Z is busy in consultation with Raynor, warning him about the dangers of charging at a referee while he's doing his job. Riley: What the hell is Z's problem? The only thing he's done all match is have a go at King and his team-mates. Comet: And he's been justified each time. Riley: Raynor did nothing wrong. Z just got in his way. And now he's in the way again. However, Raynor just shrugs off the warning as he strolls back over to Maddix. Locking on a front facelock, Raynor uses that to pull Maddix up from the canvas with very little effort before throwing Landon's arm over his head and hitting a textbook vertical suplex. Maddix's back arches on impact and he starts howling in pain as he holds his ribs, which seems to worry Megan somewhat. The crowd have now quieted down, clearly worried in their own right, as Raynor stalks over Maddix once more. All Edwin and Mark can do is look on and encourage their partner on, as their partner is again effortlessly hauled from the canvas and whipped towards the turnbuckles with authority... *CHINK!* ...which he hits HARD, sternum first! But before he can collapse to the canvas, Raynor is following in and clotheslines Maddix back into the buckles, crushing him against them! All Maddix can do is slump forward into the turnbuckles in an attempt to stay up, as Raynor shakes loose his right arm after the clothesline. Grabbing Maddix, Raynor pulls his opponent out of the corner...and he promptly slumps forward once more, falling into Raynor's body. Which is just asking for some pain. Raynor flings Maddix's arms aside and stoops low, scooping Maddix again and with a quick spin away from the corner SPIKES him with a spinebuster! Again Landon goes straight to clutching his ribs, while Raynor turns his attentions to MacPhisto...almost managing a smile as he glares at his former friend. Almost. But not quite. King, however, is smiling broadly, from ear to ear as he looks down at Maddix. Finally Raynor turns back around, and quick as a flash King extends a hand for Raynor and asks for the tag. Looking away from King, Raynor stomps Landon in the back of the head, but finally concedes and makes the tag, to bring King back into the match. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" And the response is deafening. Comet: Yes, and surprise surprise King wants back in now that Maddix is hurt. Riley: I hope you aren't casting aspersions on a man with the social standing of the Suicide King. Comet: I wouldn't be the first. King slowly re-enters the ring, taking his sweet time as he swaggers across the ring...but then swaggers right back, seeing Maddix laid flat out on the mat, deciding to talk strategy with Flesher. The two chatter away, with Raynor distantly looking off to the side, before King finally breaks away. And again he swaggers across the ring, smiling widely. Maddix is now trying his damndest to get to his feet, but he's met with a knee across the side of the head from King. It's almost as if King is mocking Maddix now, as he strolls around his opponent's fallen frame before hitting a casual knee again. "KING SUCKS! KING SUCKS! KING SUCKS!" The crowd shoots some venom King's way, as he grabs Maddix by the leg and physically drags him towards the 'rudo' corner...before dropping an elbow to the back of Maddix's rib area. With his ribs taking a beating, Landon again tries to crawl towards the outstretched arms of MacPhisto and Stevens. But he's halted by King, who drops the elbow on the ICTV Champion again. Comet: Maddix needs to make a tag here... he's been in the ring for what seems like an eternity! Riley: I don't see it happening anytime soon Comet! Team King is just too good at what they do! King tugs Maddix back again, then aims... and drops a knee right into Maddix's ribs! King motions to Grand Slam and Edwin in the corner as if dismissing them, but the crowd knows what Maddix needs... he needs energy! MAD-DIX MAD-DIX MAD-DIX Led on by Megan at ringside, the crowd cheers Maddix on, willing him to get up and make the tag, praying that he can keep his team in the match. In the ring, King decides to end all of the debate. He pulls Maddix to his feet and into a half-nelson! Riley: Joker's Wild! King is going to finish this right here and right now! Comet: I fear that you may be correct Robert... Maddix hears the crowd cheering and starts fighting back, finally freeing his left arm from King's grasp as he attempts to pull it across his chest! With a fast move, he reaches around, grabs King's head in a three quaters headlock then runs at the corner, up the turnbuckles... flipping over... Comet: Acid Drop!! Maddix reverses the Joker's Wild into the Acid Drop!! Riley: No!! Maddix and King are both on the mat, neither one moving! Z starts the ten count... 1... 2... 3... MAD-DIX MAD-DIX 4... 5... Maddix is on his feet, pulling himself down the ropes, trying to make it to his corner! King pulls himself up after him and the chase (such as it is) is on! King lunges at Maddix, trying to keep him away from the tag, but Landon lunges at the same time... AND SLAPS EDWIN MACPHISTO'S HAND!! Comet: He made it! Citizen Maddix has tagged in Edwin MacPhisto for his first action of the match! Riley: I think I may be ill. Edwin charges into the ring, catching King with a hard clothesline that turns him inside-out, dropping him to the mat! Flesher charges in, trying to break Edwin's momentum, but gets clotheslined himself! Edwin turns back and catches King with a hard right hand as he gets off the mat, staggering him back into the ropes! Tom is back on his feet and tries one more time to take out Edwin, but the Crown Prince of Flash and Panache ducks under the swing and slaps Flesher upside the head, followed by the other hand delivering a quick slap to the other side of the face! Tom is stunned just long enough for Edwin to do a little dance, pretend to make a little love and just get down tonight with a hard uppercut to the underside of Flesher's chin that causes the Superior One to stagger back against the ropes... and fall right out of the ring courtesy of a low bridge by Mark Stevens!! Comet: Edwin MacPhisto is a house of fire Robert! Riley: I wish he were... I really, really do... Stevens drops off the apron, looking to pursue a little revenge against Flesher, but Allison rushes around the ring to get in between the Heavy Hitter and her man! Stevens backs off and climbs back up to the apron. While that is happening, in the ring Edwin is motioning to Raynor to come into the ring, going so far as to take a few steps towards the bad guys' corner, taunting him. But the Rayn Man is unperturbed, certain that his time will come. Z tries to push Edwin back and now Raynor decides to come into the ring, just a step, but far enough to spin Z around to try and push him back out of the ring. Edwin starts to some forwards again, eager to go ahead and take the Fallen Carnie on, but everyone seems to have forgotten about the original Evil Carnie, as King brings his arm up between Edwin's legs hard for a brutal low-blow, then follows it up by pulling Edwin back and into a roll-up that Raynor, as he steps out of the ring, helpfully points out to Z... One... Two... Th..No! Comet: That was very close Robert, very close to being a massive miscarriage of Justice. Riley: That was beautiful! Edwin was on such a roll, now look at him! Indeed Edwin certainly looks in great pain. In his corner, Stevens is slapping the top turnbuckle, trying to cheer him on as King pulls him to his feet by a handful of hair and into a reverse front facelock, then drops him hard onto his knee, working over the neck that was seriously injured last year at Genesis. King doesn't let up, grabbing a leg of Edwin's and standing, then dropping his knee right into the side of MacPhisto's knee, stretching tendons in directions they were never quite meant to go. King gets back to his feet quickly, not wanting to lose momentum, and pulls Edwin over towards the ropes. He places MacPhisto's foot on the bottom rope, jumps up and sits down right on Edwin's knee! Comet: King is working over Edwin's knee here Robert, that is a little out of character for him, isn't it? Riley: You have a point Comet, but King knows that Edwin has been out of a ring for a while now, and he knows that the key to any success he will have here in this match is being able to use what remains of his speed to keep ahead of everyone. King continues to work over the knee, dropping an elbow down on it, then placing his foot in the crook of Edwin's joint and pulling the toe of his boot back with both hands! Edwin yells out in pain as King cranks back hard, using every bit of leverage he can find, including a little help from the ropes! Which, it must be said, may have been a mistake as this is just the type of thing that Z expects of King. He points accusingly at King and starts the 5 count to break the hold. As expected, he gets to four and a half before King decides to break the hold. He stands up slowly and pulls Edwin up... but the Friar of all that is Funky fires up on King! Right hand! Right hand! Left! Right! King is staggered! Edwin throws himself into the ropes, bounce back... springing sidekick that nearly takes King's head off! Edwin hits the mat hard but King falls back into the ropes and is sprung back to a standing position! Edwin gathers himself and kips up, catches King in a front facelock and falls back hard, pegging King's head right into the mat! Comet: Kip-Up DDT! That's signature MacPhisto, Robert! He's got the upper hand now, can he do something with it? Riley: I doubt it, Comet... King has been the anchor of this team so far and with very few exceptions, has been near unstoppable. Edwin gets back to his feet, the exertion obviously taking its toll on him, but he isn't done yet. He grabs a handful of King's hair, pulls him to his feet and whips him hard into the ropes, bounce back... Comet: Shotai!! King hits the mat hard trying hard to regain his breath. Edwin grabs him by the arm and drags him towards the heel corner, holding his hand out to the corner, asking for Raynor to tag in! MAC-PHIS-TO MAC-PHIS-TO Riley: What the heck does he think he's doing? MAC-PHIS-TO MAC-PHIS-TO Comet: Citizen MacPhisto knows why his arch-nemesis Chris Raynor agreed to be here tonight! He knows that he wants to get his revenge for what Edwin did to him two years ago! But don't make the mistake of thinking Edwin has forgiven and forgotten what Chris Raynor did, and tried to do, to both him and the Midnight Carnival! MAC-PHIS-TO MAC-PHIS-TO Raynor says something to Edwin who yells back and pulls King a little closer so Raynor won't have to reach far. Flesher knows what is happening, so he stays out of it. On the other side of the ring, Landon is ready to run across the ring and give Edwin a hand, but Grand Slam puts a huge hand on his shoulder, letting him know that this is a personal matter and they should stay out of it. MAC-PHIS-TO MAC-PHIS-TO Comet: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is two years in the making! If you haven't been taping this, now would be a good time to start! Raynor reaches out his hand, holding it mere inches above King's. Riley: He's going to do it Comet! We finally get to see this play out! Comet: Hold onto your hats citizens! This is going to be explosive! ::Slap:: Riley: It's on! Here we go!! Raynor steps into the ring slowly, letting King roll out under the bottom rope into the soft embrace of the ringside mat (and Allison Onita). Edwin backs up to the center of the ring, just waiting for Raynor. As the Rayn Man approaches, the crowd, previously chanting Edwin's name, just dissolves into mindless, indiscriminate noise. Edwin says something to Raynor, but Chris doesn't respond. He closes with MacPhisto and gets nose-to-nose, still saying nothing as Edwin continues to list off everything Raynor has done wrong, including aligning himself with Suicide King for tonight. Raynor's response? Simple. He rears back and slaps the taste out of Edwin's mouth! Edwin does a slow-burn turn, back to facing Raynor before he throws an equally wicked right hand that clubs Raynor across the cheekbone! Raynor's head snaps back into position as he returns the favor! The two men are trading punches back and forth, back and forth, working the crowd into higher and higher levels of frenzy! Raynor sends a clubbing blow into Edwin's temple that causes him to stagger back a few feet, but Edwin responds by charging straight ahead and tackling Raynor, knocking him off his feet and onto his back! They are still trading blows, both men trying to bring a knee up into the other's stomach as they fight! Comet: Robert, this isn't a wrestling match anymore! These two men hate each other so much that everything they know about holds and counters has been forgotten in the desperate rush to hurt each other as much as possible! Riley: I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like this Comet. This is a street fight! Finally, Raynor is able to push Edwin off him long enough to get to his feet as Edwin does the same. This time their training gets the better of them and they hold off on the headlong rush and start to circle the ring. Finally they come together in the center of the ring with a classic collar-elbow lockup! They struggle for a moment, then Edwin gets the upper hand, swinging around behind Raynor, locking on a waist-lock and hoisting the Rayn Man up... hanging there... then driving him down with a monster German Suplex!! Edwin is right back to his feet, but his lack of ring time in the last year is starting to show as he is sucking wind. He stands still for a second, getting his breathing under control as Raynor gets slowly to his feet, both hands on the back of his surgically-repaired neck. Raynor comes at him, Edwin ducks under a clothesline, letting the Rayn Man run by him and into the ropes, bounce back, Edwin steps forward, arms out as if to catch Raynor, but Chris throws his feet into the air and splats his heel against Edwin's face, nailing him with a running scissors kick! Riley: What a move! Edwin was going for something big so he might have a chance to put Raynor away, but Raynor just laid him out! Comet: There isn't going to be any big technical exchange here Robert. There is just too much bad blood between these two men! Raynor pulls Edwin to his feet, sends a hard shot right into Edwin's face to pacify him momentarily, grabs his arms and steps behind Edwin, crossing Edwin's arm against his throat! The he quickly pulls Edwin back, slamming him down against the mat, rolls him onto his stomach while sitting on his lower back, then pulls, using Edwin's own arms to make him submit! Riley: What a move Comet! Raynor has Edwin totally under control! Comet: Come on, Citizen MacPhisto! Don't let it end like this! Edwin is fighting against the hold, but it is excruciating. Edwin is kicking his legs and shifting ever-so-slowly towards the ropes... three inches... two inches... MAC-PHIS-TO MAC-PHIS-TO One inch... he makes it! The crowd goes funky-monkey-forced-to-watch-Simple-Life-for-eighty-hours insane!!! As Z starts the five count, Raynor really wrenches back on the neck, delivering as much damage as possible in the four seconds he has. Finally he releases the hold and Edwin just falls forward, all of the energy in his body spent just trying to escape. Raynor sees that. King and Tom see that and start yelling for Raynor to make the pin. Grand Slam and Landon see that and start jumping up and down on the apron, trying to transmit some of their energy across the ring to Edwin. Comet: This could be it, Robert. Edwin's neck is certainly a weak point, just as it is with Citizen Raynor. There's no way he could kick out of a pin here. Riley: I agree Comet, and I can't see anything that will save him as he is far too close to Raynor's corner. Raynor pulls Edwin out of the ropes and lets him flop to his back. Edwin is nearly out, his arms moving feebly and his breath shallow. Raynor kneels down next to him and Z drops to the mat, ready to count the pinfall... But Raynor stops. He stares at Edwin, looking for something in his face, some sign that he has broken the prankster, that he has finished this war. Edwin sees him staring... And smiles. Raynor spits at him and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet and whipping him hard into a neutral corner! He follows him in, delivering a hard clothesline along the way. Then Raynor swaps places with Edwin and pushes himself up onto the top rope, pulling Edwin up with him. With Edwin standing on the second rope, Raynor pulls him into a standing headscissors. Raynor starts to underhook his arms... Comet: Oh dear Lord... Riley: He wouldn't... I mean... I know he hates him but... Comet: Good God... alert the medics! Riley: Raynor is going to try for a Demonstar Driver, the move that broke Raynor's and Edwin's necks, but this one will be from the top rope! That's inhuman! Raynor starts to lift Edwin up, to turn him perpendicular to the mat... but Edwin fights back! Edwin gets his arms free! Raynor is punching down on Edwin's back while Edwin is struggling against the head-scissors... Edwin is free!! They are punching back and forth, trying to get the upper-hand! Comet: How is Edwin doing this? Where does he get the strength? Finally Edwin makes Raynor reel with a hard shot to the head! Raynor drops down, straddling the top turnbuckle! As the crowd cheers, Edwin pulls himself up to the top rope, pulling Raynor up with him and into a front facelock! Edwin steels himself, and with Z begging him to get down, he lifts Raynor up perpendicular to the mat and jumps!! Riley: No!! Comet: Air MacPhisto!! Air MacPhisto!! Edwin twists Raynor in mid air and plants him on his shoulder and neck on the mat! Edwin is lying next to him, obviously exhausted. Raynor is almost out, but Edwin can't make the pin! Grand Slam and Landon are reaching for the tag, begging Edwin to bring them in! Comet: Both men have given everything they have to this match, now both of them ned to get out of the ring Riley: This is the pivot point of the match, Comet. Whoever gets the upper hand after this tag has a huge advantage in the match. Both Edwin and Raynor are dragging themselves to their corners.. inch by inch... foot by foot... King and Grand Slam are reaching for the tag... the crowd is going abso-freakin'-lutely nuts! Edwin reaches... Raynor reaches... Riley: Raynor tags!! Comet: Citizen MacPhisto tags!! Grand Slam storms into the ring, but King slowly steps through the ropes, blunting Stevens' charge. The two men stare each other down and the crowd fires up! Riley: Here we go again... You know Comet, there are an awful lot of guys who really, really dislike each other in this match. Comet: You aren't just whistling Dixie Mr. Riley! If there are two men in the SWF with as much history as these two men, I can't think of them! Stevens puts his hands up for a test of strength. King looks at them dubiously but shrugs his shoulders and puts up his right hand, grabbing Mark's right. Grand Slam flexes the fingers on his left hand, waiting for King to grab it, but King starts to put his hand up, then... ::POINK:: Comet: Shot to the eye! Riley: You know, after all this time, Stevens really should know better. Grand Slam staggers back, both hands covering his eyes as King stands by and sadly shakes his head. King lays into Grand Slam with chop after chop, then grabs the arm and whips the Heavy Hitter into the ropes, bounce back, superkick! Grand Slam falls hard to the mat! King follows up with a series of hand stomps into the side and stomach of Stevens! Riley: King is all over Grand Slam, Comet, just dominating him totally! King pulls Grand Slam to his feet by the hair, whip into the ropes, bounce back, Heartbreaker Shotai!! Grand Slam falls back to the mat gasping for breath! King wastes no time climbing to the top rope and giving the "I love you" sign to the crowd, who proceeds to just boo him into oblivion! Judging the distance to the target, King leaps off the top rope and slams down onto Grand Slam, immediately hooking the leg... Comet: The Superfly splash just buries Grand Slam! One... Two... Thr.. NO!! Grand Slam gets his shoulder up just in time! King rolls off him and gets to his feet, waiting on Grand Slam like a cat ready to pounce! He steps behind the Heavy Hitter and grabs his left arm, and, pulling it across his chest, he hooks Grand Slam's right arm with a half-nelson... Riley: It's over! He's going for the Joker's Wild! But Grand Slam has been down this road before! Almost by instict, he swings around, reverses the half-nelson into a Full-Nelson, picks King up and plants him face first with a prime-time Grand Slam!! King hits the mat and stays there! Grand Slam collapses to his knees next to him, crawling slowly towards his corner where Landon Maddix is reaching for the tag! Comet: Come on Mark! You're just inches away! Riley: But that might as well be a mile for someone with the cardi... cradio... cardio-va... GET HIM KING! Still Stevens crawls, as the outstretched hands of Maddix and MacPhisto await him...both stretching as far as the tag ropes will allow them. Meanwhile, behind Stevens, King is shaking off the effects and nearing the fallen frame of Grand Slam. His foot is about a foot away, ironically enough, from King's hand now, as Stevens grits his teeth and makes a final push... ...King suddenly dives forward though, lunging at Stevens' leg as if his life depended on it... ...KING GRABS THE LEG! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The crowd's energy is sucked from them as King stops Stevens in his tracks. But only for a moment, as Stevens kicks his foot away and dives forward... ...TAGGING IN MADDIX!!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The crowd EXPLODES, as Maddix leaps into the ring and charges after the retreating King. Now it's King who's fighting to make the tag, but Maddix is quickly able to grab King by the tights and pull him back! The crowd is still going nuts, as are Flesher and Allison now, as Maddix pulls King up by the tights and spins him around into a STIFF forearm strike! King wobbles and almost goes down. But Maddix still has the tights and keeps King up, to waffle him with a second stiff forearm! And a third! A fourth! A fifth...Maddix is going crazy, nailing King with a flurry of forearms! Riley: Oh NO...get in there guys! As if on cue, finally Flesher has seen enough and enters the ring, so Maddix pushes King to the side and ducks an attempted clothesline by Flesher. Quickly Flesher wheels around, only to get dropped with a Dropsault that sends him flying back out of the ring and to the floor! With that dealt with, Maddix turns his attention back to King, who has retreated into a neutral corner to check that his jaw is still attached to the rest of his skull. As he does, Maddix suddenly breaks into a sprint. King doesn't see Maddix until it's too late and can't get out of the way of a running dropkick, which catches him FLUSH on the jaw and snaps his head back violently! Slumping forward, King falls flat on his face, as Maddix is suitably fired-up to charge at, and knock off the apron, Raynor with a dropkick! Comet: Citizen Maddix has EXPLODED into life here Robert! I would say that The Suicide King would be eating his words right about now, but I'm not sure if he'll be eating anything solid after that dropkick! Riley: This is a travesty! Z should be reprimanding Maddix for what he did to Raynor and Flesher! Comet: I don't see why. Stevens is down, Flesher is down, Raynor is down and King is...up, but with no idea as to where he is. Slowly he stumbles away from the corner as Maddix strides back over. From somewhere, King finds the energy and presence of mind to shoot off a Heartbreaker shotei, but Maddix is alert and counters it with an arm-drag! Not one to give up, King rolls through and looks for another Heartbreaker...but gets another arm-drag, sending him flying across the ring. Up rolls King again, but this time before he can even contemplate throwing another shotei at anyone, Maddix charges at the evil King and nails him with a flying forearm! This time King stays down, so Maddix drops on top of his hated rival and makes a cover... ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Z reaches two before King kicks out, but it's almost as if Maddix is prepared for the kickout as he lands on his feet with cat-like agility. Grabbing King under the head, Maddix wastes little time in picking The King Of Hearts up from the mat and pushing him into the ropes. King is dazed and puts up a boxing-like guard, more out of desperation than anything, but Maddix goes straight to the breadbasket with a knee. Down goes the guard, and Landon capitalizes with another big-time forearm smash! Comet: King is being out-wrestled here by Maddix, dare I say it? Riley: That's a lie! Take that back! C'mon King!! As King slumps back into the ropes, Maddix stops for a moment and grins at King... ...BEFORE SLAPPING THE TASTE OUT OF HIS MOUTH! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!" All that succeeds in doing is pissing King off though, as he growls at Maddix to bring it on. Which he does, with another stiff forearm! Finally Maddix backs away, with more than a little encouragement to do so from a certain special referee, as King stumbles away from the ropes and looks to take Landon's head off with a big right hand. Maddix ducks though, catching King under the chin and quickly popping him over with an EXPLODAAAAAAAAAAHHH~! Suplex! The crowd erupts again, as King hits the mat. But Maddix is no puro god and his execution isn't spotless, proven by the fact that King manages to get back up quickly after his landing. Landon runs over to him straight away, grabbing King by the wrist and irish whipping him back across the ring. King reaches the ropes and grabs the top strand to stop himself...and is promptly pulled from the ring by Flesher, much to the crowd's displeasure. Comet: And Flesher, helping out his tag partner! Boy, does King need some help right about now! Riley: Quit worrying Comet, this is just a brief flurry. Nothing more. Flesher checks to see if King is okay, helping him back to his feet and attending to the SWF part-owner's jaw. But while he does so, Landon Maddix has suddenly broken into a sprint in the ring. Hitting the opposite ropes, Maddix charges towards Flesher and King who are both totally oblivious to his current position and don't see Maddix leaping to the top rope in one single bound, before launching off the top... ...and wiping out BOTH Flesher AND King with a Spaceman Plancha!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Comet: Sweet Methuselah's ghost...Spaceman Planchaaaaa!!! Riley: ... The crowd in the Rose Bowl are on their feet, cheering wildly as Maddix lays atop the fallen bodies of King and Flesher. He is holding his ribs, but unable to wipe a smile from his face. Meanwhile in the ring, Edwin MacPhisto has stepped through the ropes and is walking into the center of the ring...as is Chris Raynor, both men's eyes locked on the other's. Comet: And now, the two draft-in partners...the sworn enemies go toe to toe once more. And would you LISTEN to this crowd!?! Indeed, every single fan is on their feet as slowly Edwin and Raynor start to stride towards each other, with referee Z wisely standing a safe distance away and allowing the two rivals go at it as they wish. Which they promptly do, with both men connecting simultaneously with a right hand. Both stagger backwards, but both come straight back with Edwin beating Raynor to the punch this time. Raynor manages to throw one back though, only for Edwin to retaliate straight afterwards. So Raynor breaks the pattern and goes to the gut with a knee, before stepping behind Edwin ready for the release german suplex.
  21. the.weej

    GENESIS V

    “Welcome back to GENESIS FIVE!” screams Comet as the capacity crowd screams like a bunch of banshees. “As we continue to move on tonight, the matches are just getting hotter and hotter as now it’s time for the Canadian Death Match between Citizen Lezaire and Citizen Cross for the USJL Championship!” “That’s the Canadian Championship,” replies Riley. “Don’t you forget it that a great Canadian wrestler in the form of Ace brought that belt back to respectability after Cross and Everheart tainted it.” “Could you be more dishonest, Robert?” says Comet. “Both Citizen Cross and Citizen Everheart brought respect to the USJL title. Lezaire has renamed it, and used his own camera man to attack Cross. You call raising the prestige of the belt?” “First of all Comet, it’s the Canadian Championship,” notes Riley with a smug look on his face. “Men such as the Rogeaus, Bret Hart, and Gene Kinski have all wore that belt with pride, and Ace was only bringing back to its original luster by defending it.” “In any case, it look like Funyon is ready to go,” says Comet as the camera shifts to the dapper Funyon. “The following match is for the USJL slash Canadian Championship and will be contested under Canadian Death Match Rules!” Large pop for the violence that is soon to come. “Regular DQ and count-out rules are not in effect. The winner is the first one to get a combined count of 10. Only 3 counts and higher can contribute to the combined count. Now, introducing the challenger…” The lights get dark in the Rose Bowl as the sounds of ’Back on Earth’ begin to be played by the Orchestra surprisingly well to a loud round of cheers from the capacity crowd as more than a few fans bring out the lighters. Finally, as the spotlight falls on the ring entrance, Cross walks out of the backstage area to a big pop, but focused on the ring. The big man from Oil City makes his way to the ring, ignoring the props, statues, and red carpet, and walks up the final steps, slips off his jacket and kisses his cross. “…weighing 277 pounds, from Oil City, Pennsylvania, the former SWF USJL Champion…”THE FAAAAALLEN ANGEL” DAAAAAVID CROSS!” Cross hands his gear to the attendant at ringside, then goes to the second rope, raising his fist to the crowd as the cheer him on. “Now, his opponent…” The fans immediately begin to boo as the lights go down again. *BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!* The hard bass line strikes of Muse’s ‘Hyper Music’ signal the entrance of the one and only Ace Lezaire, striding out form behind the curtain with a cocky grin on his dial. He stands at the top of the stage, raising his arms to the heavens, thanking them for his looks and talent as… *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* “…from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, at a weight of 234 pounds, he is “CANADA’S GREATEST EXPORT” and the current CANADIAN CHAMPION…AAAAAAAAAACE LEZAIRE!” …Extra pyro explodes on either side of him, before the Prodigy heads to the ring, waving to the fans graciously as they boo the hell out of him. He walks to the ring full of confidence and swagger as he uses the statues to do a few mock poses as Cross waits in the ring. Lezaire finally gets in the ring and hands the belt to Hall, who raises the belt high to the cheers of the crowd. “Citizen Lezaire has to go into this match with some confidence, as he has beaten Citizen Cross two times in a row, even if both were via dubious circumstances,” says Comet as Lezaire talks to the ref a little and Cross paces. Not waiting, as soon as Hall steps out of the way, Cross charges the unaware champion and nails him with one forearm, then another, knocking Ace into the corner! The Fallen Angel continues the attack, driving one big forearm, then another followed by a quick kick to the gut to double over Ace. Cross then sends Lezaire hard into the opposite corner and as Ace bounces out…spear by Cross! Cross doesn’t stop for a moment, driving Ace with fits as Hall tries to break it off! “Citizen Cross has just started off like a house of fire in this match,” says an enthused Comet. “Ace looks to be worse for wear.” “Ace has handled worse,” scoffs Riley. “He is a true Canadian hero!” Cross finally gets up, and drags Ace to his feet and then drives a quick knee into his midsection followed by a simple snap mare. Cross then boots Lezaire in the back of the head, dropping him to the mat again while the fans cheer. The Fallen Angel lines himself up, goes off the near ropes and elbowdrop to the back of the head! Cross then picks up Lezaire and picks him up, before driving him back to the mat with a hard lariat! “Cross is being methodical here,” says Comet. “He’s wearing down Citizen Lezaire and taking his time.” “It doesn’t matter Comet,” replies Riley. “Ace is lean, mean, Canuck fighting machine. Cross is just a goof who got lucky! How many times do I have to say that?” “Until someone more than Citizen Lezaire and yourself believes that.” Cross follows up the lariat by picking up Lezaire again and drives quick boot to the gut, and picks him up for a suplex, but Lezaire is still wily enough to slide down the back, then nail Cross with a low blow! Lezaire takes advantage of the stunned challenger and grabs David’s arm then takes him down to the mat with a Regal-style neckbreaker! Lezaire gets back to his feet, a smirk replacing the former grimace on his face as Lezaire simply stomps the hell out of Cross as the fans show their appreciation by booing the hell out of the Canadian Champion! “I told you Lezaire is going to take control of this match,” says Riley. “He’s not the Sovereign of Swagger for nothing!” “Still a long way to go in this fight for justice,” replies Comet. “Citizen Cross is not one to give up easily and just throw a match away. After all, he is a Defender of Justice!” “Comet, Comet, Comet, who made Cross scream like a little girl? Ace did. Who made him quit? Ace did. It’s just a matter of time.” Ace waits for Cross to get up by himself using the ropes, only for when Cross turns around to get nailed with a jumping heel kick! Cross stumbles again, allowing Lezaire to follow up things with a spinning back kick really sending The Fallen Angel wobbling, then he finishes things off with a spinning wheel kick sending Cross back to the mat! Lezaire does a little mocking of the fans in the front row, before posing for the AceCam to the further boos of the crowd. Lezaire then walks over to Cross, pulls him up mostly by the hair and backs up, framing Cross before nailing him with a vicious CYCLONE ELBOW, following it up with a huge DROPSAULT as the fans really begin to booing in earnest as Lezaire taunts the crowd a little more. “Citizen Lezaire is surely being impressive in the early going,” says Comet. “But, can he keep this up. Cross won’t stay down forever.” “That may be true,” replies Riley. “But Ace is talented enough because, well…he’s ace. He is truly Canada’s Greatest Export and will be showered with cash and women when he goes back to Canada a conquering hero.” “From what I’ve seen of Canadian crowds, they will back a true hero in the battle against evil, not someone who claims to be their greatest export.” “You truly are naïve,” says Riley. “No, I just believe truth and justice will prevail in the end.” “So like I said…naïve.” Lezaire stomps Cross a few more times, then goes to the mat himself dropping a quick elbow, then locking on a armbar wrenching back on the hold as Cross attempts to get to the ropes to no avail. Lezaire cranks back on the rudimentary hold even more, causing Cross even more pain, but he is able to slowly get to the ropes and break the hold! Lezaire of course, waits until the full five count is offered before breaking even though the DQ rule is waived. “Citizen Lezaire using the full count to further injure Cross,” says Comet. “After all, there are no submissions in a Canadian Death Match.” “So, just because Cross couldn’t make a paralyzed man tap out doesn’t mean that Lezaire isn’t allowed to use the hold,” replies Riley. Lezaire moves in as Cross gets to his feet, but Cross ducks under a martial arts kick attempt, sending Lezaire off-balance. It’s enough to allow Cross an opening and he takes it on the Canadian Champ, knocking him back with a size 17 boot right into Lezaire’s chest, knocking Ace back near the center of the ring! Cross then drives a kick into the sternum of Lezaire and the cocky twenty-one-year old doubles over, allowing Cross to grab him in a front chancery and bring him to the mat with a quick DDT! “Citizen Cross has taken back the momentum of this match just like that,” says Comet. “It won’t last,” replies Riley. “Lezaire is master tactician, Cross is a goof. Simple as that.” Not even bothering with a pin, Cross pulls Lezaire up by his head and drives his right knee into Lezaire’s breadbasket, doubling him over again. The Fallen Angel then puts Lezaire in position, grabbing under Lezaire and bringing him up and over, driving his back into the mat with big GUTWRENCH SUPLEX! Cross goes for the first pin of the match and Hall drops down to count… …ONE… …TWO… …KICKOUT! “Remember, only three counts or above count in this match,” says Comet. “Near falls are just what they are in normal matches, close but no cigar.” “Damn, I though Ace could just roll up Cross ten times and we could be done with this,” replies Riley. “You’d like that sort of miscarriage of justice, wouldn‘t you?” asks Comet. “If it’ll lead to you whining about justice being defeated and so on, bring it on.” Cross pulls Lezaire up, but this time, The Prodigy is ready and pokes Cross in the eye! Stealing the moment of distraction, Ace follows it up by turning around and delivering a quick, sharp spinning back kick to David’s jaw, sending him crashing to the mat as the fans begin to boo again as Lezaire plays to the crowd. Ace follows up quickly, crossing David’s leg, then locking in the Cross STF as the fans really boo! “What point is there to this?” asks Comet. “Citizen Cross can’t submit, and it’s not even as if Citizen Lezaire can get an underhanded pin in the position these two men are in at the moment.” “Don’t you see the plan,” asks Riley. “If you weaken somebody down to nothing, it’s pretty easy to get any sort of count on them, even a ten count.” “So you’re saying Citizen Lezaire would rather win through underhanded means, rather than beat Cross fairly in the middle of the ring?” “He’ll take the win any way he can, Comet,” replies Riley. “He has no delusions about justice or righteousness. He just wants to win, and it’s a whole hell of a lot easier to pin a guy who’s knocked out then one still consciousness.” Lezaire locks the hold on fully as Hall simply has to shrug his shoulders and simply make sure Cross is still breathing. Satisfied, Hall backs away as Ace locks the hold even more, increasing the pressure on David’ knee while locking in the face hold even more, pulling back on The Fallen Angel’s head while the crowd tries to get behind the big man from Oil City, Pennsylvania. “Citizen Cross is a warrior,” says Comet, his voice a bit somber, “but every man has his limits. Citizen Lezaire is being despicable in the way he is carrying out this match.” “Wah. Wah. Wah,” mocks Riley. “Is Lezaire not supposed to do submission holds just because they won’t let him win the match?” “That’s the point of a Canadian Death Match, Robert.” notes a frustrated Comet. “Ten slaps on the mat and you win the match. Not by making your opponent blackout.” “Just always have to pick on the little things, don’t you?” Lezaire pulls back even more on the hold, but Cross slowly makes progress, making his way across the ring. Inch by inch, he gets closer to the ropes as Ace attempts to stop his move across the ring by pulling on the facelock portion of the hold even more. But, Cross is able to break the leglock through pure power and the two men sprawl out into the middle of the ring, the hold broken! “Here we go,” says Comet as the two men face off. Lezaire is just a step too slow for an angry Fallen Angel and he is nailed by a forearm which rocks him back a bit. Cross then follows that up with another big forearm, backing Lezaire into a corner as The Fallen Angel waits for a moment and… *CHOP!* *WHOO!* …David leaves a slight welt mark with the big chop on Lezaire as the crowd cheers the pain being brought upon The Prodigy! “This should be illegal,” cries Riley. “Look at the pain Cross is causing.” “I have a feeling this is just the beginning of what Cross wants to do,” notes Comet. The Fallen Angel sends Lezaire into the corner hard and Ace slumps down sitting down! As the fans cheer, Cross raises his fist and charges Lezaire, rushing toward the turnbuckle at great speed… “Woo! Hoo!” yells a jubilant Riley ….as Lezaire ducks out of the way of the charge and Cross eats turnbuckle! Stunned, the champion turns David around and locks in the ¾ nelson and then drives Cross face-first into the mat with the… “ACE CRUSHAH~!” screams Comet as Hall begins the count… …ONE… …TWO… …THREE… …FO - KICKOUT! “Citizen Lezaire gets the first fall of the match out of nowhere, and he is up three to nil,” states Comet as Lezaire does a little dance in celebration. “He still has seven to go, though.” “I told you Canada’s Greatest Export had a plan, didn’t I Comet,” asks Riley. “Well, I don’t know why he had a plan that involved getting his BUTT kicked for a few moments,” replies Comet. “But it is his prerogative. After all, he’s in the ring and I’m not.” Lezaire follows up the pin by acting like he’s already won the match, doing a series of poses for the AceCam while Cross gets to his feet. The two wrestlers then face off, Cross grim as usual well Lezaire just holds up three fingers. Cross and Lezaire lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but only for a moment as Cross sends Lezaire sprawling into the ropes! Lezaire scrambles to his feet quick enough to get nailed by a quick kick to the gut which doubles over Ace. As the fans buzz, Cross follows that up with his right knee right to the temple of Lezaire, sending him back up to a dazed, standing position. So, Cross finishes off the combo by twisting his left leg around with a CRESCENT KICK right into Lezaire’s temple, sending him crashing to the mat! “Hey, hey, hey,” mutters Riley. “This is wrestling, not K-1 or UFC! If the big lug wants to do that, there’s plenty of places for him to go.” “So, let me get this straight Robert,” replies Comet. “Trying to cause Cross to blackout with a submission is perfectly fine and dandy, but if you dare nail Citizen Lezaire with a few martial art kicks, that’s verboten.” “Of course.” Comet just smiles as Cross brings Ace back to a vertical base, immediately locks on a waistlock for a moment, before pulling and throwing Lezaire up and over with a RELEASE GERMAN to the raucous cheers of the Rose Bowl crowd! Cross then follows that up by dragging Lezaire to his feet again and driving a quick boot into his gut and locking him in a front chancery. Cross grabs Lezaire’s waist and pulls him up into a delayed suplex, but The Prodigy shifts his weight as Riley cheers his head off and slides down David’s back and immediately knees him in the back! Taking the moment he has, Lezaire threads his leg with The Fallen Angel’s and takes him down to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep! “Again, Ace proves why he is the true Soverigen of Swagger by outsmarting Cross once again,” says a joyful Riley while the crowd sentiments are very much to the opposite. “Not that it’s an especially hard thing, but Lezaire is proving that he is truly the greatest Canadian Champion since perhaps even the legendary Eskimo wrestler Kiss O’ Noses.” “Oh, c’mon Riley,” says Comet. “I may wear a mask, but I’m not dumb. There is no wrestler in the history of this sport named Kiss O’ Noses.” “Don’t’ you disparage his name like that. He held that belt with dignity from 1954-1957, a hell of a lot longer than The Fallen Angel.” Comet just sighs and says, “Well folks, they call me the crazy one, but I think the audience at home knows exactly who is along the straight and narrow of sanity.” Lezaire immediately gets to his feet and scrambles to the top rope, perching himself on it as Cross gets back to his feet, a little stunned. As he rises to a full vertical base, Ace leaps from his crouch and fires himself at Cross, knocking The Fallen Angel down with a MISSILE DROPKICK right to the jaw as Ace throws an arm over Cross after landing… …ONE… …TWO… …TH - SHOULDER UP! “I thought he had that one,” muses Riley. “Oh well, he’ll finish him off in a little bit.” “Confident much,” asks Comet. “After all, Citizen Lezaire still only leads 3-0.” “Look at the match Comet,” replies Riley. “Through objective, not justice-colored glasses. Lezaire has dominated this match and if this was a -” “If this was a real match Robert, I somehow doubt Citizen Cross would’ve fell to that Ace Crusher out of nowhere.” “We’ll see in a few minutes who the real champion is Comet,” replies Riley. “Also, who’s just a chump.” Both men get up at nearly the same time, but Lezaire is a little quicker and he fires a quick jab knocking Cross back. Then, Ace fires another one knocking him back a bit more! Quickly, Lezaire fires one last one right at The Fallen Angel’s jaw knocking Cross back a little. Lezaire then rears back and does the spin toward Cross… “Abort, Ace!” screams Riley as he realizes is about to happen. “ABORT!” …who ducks under the swinging discus punch and wraps his arms around Lezaire and pulls him up in the air, and as the crowd comes alive dropping him to the mat with a quick, sudden spinebuster! Cross doesn’t even bother going for a pin, instead sliding off Lezaire and rising to his feet and bringing his fist high in the air to the cheers of the packed Rose Bowl! “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “This crowd of thousands upon thousands are one hundred percent behind the Fallen Angel,” says Comet. “How can Lezaire battle not only against The Fallen Angel, but this crowd as well?” “The same way Team Suicide King is going to rip apart Grand Slam and Friends later tonight,” says Riley. “Pure, unstoppable skill. With a little bit of some shortcuts on the side.” “So, you admit Flesher has cheated,” asks Comet. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth,” asks Riley with mock horror. “I mean, accusing Tom of cheating. That’s blasphemy. It’s like saying Dangerous will walk out of here World Champion or something. It’s simply wrong.” “I do not doubt the chances of Grand Slam, Johnny Dangerous, or even David Cross in their crusade of justice!” Lezaire gets to his knees as Cross heads toward him and Ace gets to eat a large boot right in his teeth again, causing The Prodigy to fall face-first to the mat! Cross then grabs Lezaire and pulls him up, locking in a half nelson hold as Lezaire struggles a throws a few errant elbows, hitting nothing but air. Instead, David just locks in the hold tighter and then Cross begins to pull Lezaire up and over and crashes him to the mat, driving his neck into the canvas with a HALF NELSON SUPLEX! Cross doesn’t even bother going for a pin, instead pulling the limp body of Lezaire up who has glazed eyes, and grabs his left arm and pulls him into a SHORT ARM LARIATO~ as the crowd goes mad knowing what’s next! “I do believe Robert, that Citizen Lezaire is about to become an unwilling part of a -” Cross kicks Lezaire in the gut, and pulls him high in the air across his shoulders, but at the last possible moment, Lezaire rakes The Fallen Angel’s eyes! Lezaire takes the moment and turn the finishing maneuver into a… Riley jumps in, “I don’t think so!” …hurricanrana! The crowd overwhelming cheers turn to boos as Canada’s Greatest Export plays to the crowd a bit before walking back to Cross as he gets up and firing a vicious snap kick to the thighs to keep him hurting! Lezaire locks in the urange hold, as Lezaire spins the 270 pound frame of Cross into a big… “…STO BY LEZAIRE!” screams Comet as Cross eats the mat face-first with a lot of force behind it. “What is the nefarious Citizen Lezaire planning to do now?” “If I had to take a wild guess,” begins Riley. “I’d have to say just maybe, win the damn match?” “I think Citizen Cross will have something to say about that,” notes Comet. “Not if he’s out cold.” Lezaire rises to his feet after the STO to boos from the Rose Bowl crowd and a very out of it David Cross on the mat. The Prodigy simply smirks, then rushes the ropes, jumps once, then twice, then thrice before he begins his arc back to the mat, crashing onto The Fallen Angel with a picture perfect… “…TRIPLE JUMP MOONSAULT!” screams Comet as Hall begins his count. “That’s what I like!” adds in Riley while the count starts… …ONE… …TWO… …THREE! KICKOUT! “Citizen Cross just kicked out a moment too soon, and it seems Citizen Lezaire now has a nearly insurmountable lead of six to nil,” says Comet as Lezaire celebrates again, doing a little strut and avoiding the beer can that flies at his head! “I told you right from the beginning,” says Riley. “This man here is a true Canadian hero, and all you wanted to talk about is that big goof and his search for justice. Screw him, and amaze yourself with The Prodigy himself!” Lezaire continues the assault immediately, rushing Cross as he gets up and knocking him back to the corner with a jumping heel kick that knocks Cross in the shoulder! But, then the champion makes a slight error…he fires a jab at Cross again, only for Cross to block it, and fire back with his own right hand rocking Lezaire back a bit! Cross then serves up another right hand sandwich right into Lezaire’s mug as Ace stumbles back. The Fallen Angel then follows that up with a quick kick to the gut doubling over the self-proclaimed Canadian champion. Cross then pulled up Lezaire into vertical suplex position and then after a moment to let the blood to rush to the head, Cross dropped sending Lezaire’s head and neck crashing into the mat with a… “…BRAINBUSTER BY CROSS!” yells Comet as the crowd goes mad! “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “CROSS!” “Why can’t these people be quiet and allow Ace to recover in peace,” whines Riley. “He needs his peace and quiet.” “Well Robert, I don’t think Citizen Cross is going to let him have that anytime soon,” says Comet, chuckling a little. “In fact, I don’t think Cross is going to let Citizen Lezaire rest for a moment.” As the fans continue to cheer, Cross does the throat-slitting motion, then grabs Lezaire in a headlock and drags him over to the corner. Cross then puts Lezaire on the top rope, facing the crowd as they buzz. The Fallen Angel then begins to climb the ropes. “You don’t think…” asks a suddenly very, very concerned Bobby Riley. “I think he’s about to cause Citizen Lezaire a great amount of pain and suffering,” says Comet. “To be frank, the smug bastard is about to get part of his comeuppance.” As Comet says that, Cross locks in a waistlock, and then he jumps back carrying and throwing Lezaire back as they both fly towards the mat, but at the last possible moment, Cross releases… *CRACK* *THUMP* “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “Citizen Cross just executed a vicious, nasty release German Suplex off the top rope and may have hurt himself just as bad as he hurt Citizen Lezaire,” says Comet as both men are down, Cross barely moving. “Ouch. Just…ouch,” says a for once, quiet Riley. “If Citizen Cross can get even a hand on Lezaire, this match may take a drastic turn in the challenger’s favor.” “I have faith in The Prodigy, and one silly move isn’t going to break that faith.” Cross crawls over slowly and after a few steps, throws a hand over Lezaire as Hall drops down to count… …ONE… …TWO… …THREE… …FOUR… …FIV - LEZAIRE GETS A SHOULDER UP! “That had to be pure instinct,” notes Comet as Cross sits up, hearing the capacity crowd on his side. “But, this match is down to a simple two count difference, six to four and it looks like Citizen Lezaire is not in the best of shape.” “Well, that move took a whole hell of a lot out of Cross too so I wouldn’t count out the Soverigen of Swagger just yet, Comet.” “At the moment, the only swaggering Lezaire would be doing is in a hospital bed.” Cross uses the ropes to get up, not exactly all back from his huge maneuver but he gets his bearings quick enough, and pulls an out-of-it champion to his feet. With the crowd on his side, Cross hit’s a nasty forearm right to Lezaire’s face and Ace immediately falls into the corner, and slumps down. The Fallen Angel then pulls Lezaire up again and grabs the Canadian Champion’s throat with his right hand. The fans buzz again, for the coup de grace when one little problem asserts itself… “…STEVE JUST JUMPED ON THE FALLEN ANGEL’S BACK!” “Hmm, he doesn’t look like Sherri Martel,” muses Riley as Cross loses his grip on Lezaire’s throat. As Steve struggles to stay on David’ shoulder, he tosses Ace’s Canadian Championship to him! Lezaire finally seems to come back to the land of the living, and Hall just steps back, because there is no DQ and simply waits for the action. David, his back to Lezaire finally throws Steve to the mat, only to turn around…and GET NAILED WITH THE TITLE BELT! Lezaire immediately drops and hooks a leg… …ONE… …TWO… …THR - KICKOUT BY CROSS! “Damn, that was a good plan…” muses Riley again while the crowd goes wild. “You mean, a devious and evil one.” “Exactly. A good one.” Cross rises to his feet pretty quickly, and with fire in his eyes as Lezaire attempts the title belt special, only for Cross to duck and kick him right in the gut! The belt is dropped, and then Cross follows up with a big forearm to the back and Lezaire collapses. The Fallen Angel pulls up Ace by his melonhead, but Lezaire is ready and low blows Cross! The Fallen Angel falls to his knees as Ace, like a Lazarus rises once again to the boos of the Rose Bowl crowd! “If nothing else, you have to admire the cockroach-like resiliency that Ace Lezaire has had in this match,” says Comet. Whether it’s by hook or crook, he has managed to stay ahead in this match, even though if we were grading on points, many people would give Cross the match. I only wish he could wrestle on the side of JUSTICE~ instead of EVIL~!” “Too bad, we have him Comet,” says Riley. “Not that I actually think your compliment was anything close to an actual once, but I’ll take what I can get from a masked freak like you.” “I may be a freak, but at least I don’t have shrine to Tom Flesher in my linen clo -” “Hey, you weren’t sup - I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about Comet. Sure you aren’t going senile at a young age?” Comet simply sighs as Lezaire walks over to Steve, as his cameraman hands him Ace his chair. The one with his face on it. Lezaire holds it high to the Rose Bowl crowd who erupt in boos. Waiting for Cross to turn around, Ace does a little strut until The Fallen Angel turns around, who gets a chair right in the gut followed by a swing at his head, but Cross get his hands up and blocks it! The two grapplers battle for the chair, trying to out leverage each other for the chair, but suddenly Lezaire kicks Cross in the gut to cause him to lose his grip! But, Lezaire drops the chair too as it falls to the crowd as Ace turns around and grabs David’s neck… “…ACE CRUSHER ON THE CHAIR!” screams Comet as the fans boo like mad. The only thing Hall can do is kick away the chair and begin the count… …ONE… …TWO… …THREE… …FOU - SHOULDER UP! “The kid is a genius,” says a joyful Riley. “Who else would’ve thought of that series of events. Get the big goof to fight you for the chair, only drop it yourself and - WHAM!” “So you’re proud of him?” “Like I just had a baby boy.” “On that disturbing thought, all Ace Lezaire has to do is get one more pinfall and this match is over. He leads nine to four over David Cross, who has to begin to get desperate here, or he might lose this match.” “Well, Cross has to get a plan beyond Cross SMASH!” “Worked well for Raynor.” “But, he’s not one hundredth the man Raynor is.” With Cross on the ropes, Ace has a big wide grin on his face as he makes his way back over to Cross after doing a strut and…SLAPPING HIM! Of course, that only helped David to clear the cobwebs and we was to his full weight, staring down at Lezaire. Bad move for Ace, as he suddenly backpedals and falls to his knees begging in the corner, only to low blow Cross again! The Cavalcade of Cheating continues as Cross gets his eyes raked, then a eye poke to further slow him down! Lezaire then follows all that up by going off the far ropes and dropkicking Cross to the mat! Taking advantage of the opportunity, he goes for the pin… …ONE… …TWO… …THRE - KICKOUT! “How can you defend all of that, Robert?” “Easy,” replies Riley. “It’s all perfectly legal in this match.” “So if Lezaire decoded to come out with a truck to run over Cross, you’d be OK with that?” “No, no, no, at most, he’d only need a mid-sized sedan.” Lezaire picks Cross up again, gets him in position, locks in the urange again, swings him around and back into another STO! The Prodigy goes for the pin again… …ONE… …TWO… …THR - SHOULDER UP! “Citizen Lezaire seems to be getting a little desperate to end this match,” notes Comet as the crowd stomps their feet for Cross. “Balderdah, Ace is simply being a good Canadian and trying to move the crowd on to the utter destruction of Johnny Dangerous and Team Stevens later on tonight.” “What color is the sky in your world?” Ace heads to the corner again, and calls for Steve. The intrepid cameraman sets down his camera and grabs a chair, folding it up and tossing it to Lezaire, who now has a big grin on his face. “This is disgusting and morally -” “It’s all that, but also perfectly legal,” replies Riley. As Cross gets up, he turns around to see a chair being swung at his temple! Cross ducks and Lezaire whiffs for his first try! But, Cross backs up as Lezaire turns back toward Cross and as The Fallen Angel comes out of the crouch… “YAAAAAAAAZUKA~ WITH THE CHAIR!” screams Comet as Cross falls on Lezaire, hooking the near leg… …ONE… …TWO… …THREE… …FOUR… …FI - SHOULDER UP! “Just like that, in an instant, the whole tide of this match has changed!” yells Comet as the fans cheer like mad the comeback of Cross. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” notes Riley. “The Prodigy was supposed to play wiffleball with his skull, not get kicked into next week.” “I’m sorry your hero deserted you,” says a chuckling Comet. “Hast Tom thou forsaken me?” Cross gets to his feet first and immediately tosses the foreign objects out of the ring, then simply looks at Steve. The cameraman wisely scampers to the safety of the floor as Cross then advances on Lezaire. The Fallen Angel his a quick kick to the gut, and David reintroduces himself with a big vertical suplex into the middle of the ring! As the crowd cheers like mad, Cross brings Lezaire up, kicks him in the gut and pulls him high again, but again, Lezaire rakes the eye and Ace drops to the relative safety of the mat! Again, taking his moment, the Canadian champion fires a quick spinning back kick which sends Cross loopy, then the man who calls himself Canada’s Greatest Import followed it up with a with a big CYCLONE ELBOW! With the crowd booing loudly, and making the Rose Bowl rumble Lezaire does his own throat-slitting motion, and slaps on the bulldog hold. “It’s time for Ace to finish this once and for all,” yells Riley as the crowd buzzes. “I think Citizen Cross is going to have something to say about that.” David indeed does, blocking the first Ace Crusher attempt, then another quick one. As Lezaire tries to muscle Cross, The Fallen Angel sends Lezaire into the corner, and the champion eats turnbuckle! Lezaire stumbles backward, but right into Cross who locks up The Prodigy’s arms and sends him back into a… “…STRAIGHTJACKET SUPLEX!” screams Comet again as the crowd pops huge and Hall counts… …ONE… …TWO… …THR - CROSS COULDN’T KEEP THE BRIDGE! “This match has taken it’s effect on both men,” says Comet as both men struggle to get up. “They’re both slow to get up and attack each other. They both know one big move by either man could take this. This is the endgame, ladies and gentlemen watching Genesis Five here with us.” “I don’t think they’re any ladies watching, maybe ringra -” “ROBERT!” “OK, OK, seriously though, both guys tanks are about empty and all it will take is one big move to finish this off,” says Riley. “So Ace, hit the Ace Crusher and let’s move on!” Cross and Lezaire both get up at the same time, but Ace is again a moment quicker and kicks Cross in the gut and puts him in the head scissors position. He tries to pick Cross up, but no dice! Ace tries again, but no! Cross blocks it again and…BACKDROP! CROSS JUST BACKDROPPED LEZAIRE! Ace stumbles to his feet and runs right into a big boot from Cross as the crowd goes mad! “This isn’t good,” says Riley. “Just win already, Ace. I believe you.” “No matter what you may believe, David Cross is just about ready to finish Ace Lezaire off!” “Ace is going to pull this out, I know he will. For all the Canadians!” Cross pulls Lezaire up and kick to the gut and pulls him up in the vertical suplex, but Ace slides out again! He takes a step back, waits for Cross to turn around, kick in the gut and… “CROSS BLOCKED THE ACE CRUSHER! HE BROKE THE HOLD BEFORE IT HAPPENED!” “That has to be illegal, right?” asks a desperate Riley. “Sorry, Bobb-o,” replies Comet. “Totally above board.” Pushed off, Lezaire turns around and walks right into a huge forearm! Cross pulls him close…SHORT ARM LARIATO! Everyone in the stadium rises because they know what’s next. Cross raises his fist, as he pulls Ace up, puts him in the standing head scissors pulls him up… “Ace Lezaire is about to become part of a…” …lets him stay at the apex for a moment, then Cross grabs him and sends him back to the mat with the… “…BLACK MASS~!” Hall drops down to the count as the whole stadium counts along… …ONE… …TWO… …THREE! DING! DING! DING! Funyon immediately steps in as the crowd rises to their feet and the orchestra begins ‘Back on Earth‘, “The winner of the Canadian Death Match by a count of eleven falls to nine and NEEEEEEEEEEW USJL CHAMPION…”THE FALLEN ANGEL” DAAAAAVID CROSS! Cross is handed the belt, and he holds it up to the flashbulbs of the cheering crowd as Ace rolls to the floor, holding his back. As Cross salutes the crowd, Lezaire makes his way to the back, ready to fight another day.
  22. the.weej

    GENESIS V

    “What an amazing show we have had so far, Robert!” Comet boasts. The music of Carl Orff’s “O Fortuna” plays in the background as we return to the ringside area where Cyclone Come and Bobby Riley both stand. “What are you talking about, Comet?” “Oh, come on. You know very well, Robert. An amazing ladder match that defied the laws of physics to open us up, as well as a brutal hardcore match to determine the SWF Hardcore Gamers Champion. Not to mention a Caged Fury match between Manson and Max King! Amazing!” “If you’re going to jump around like a fourteen year old Asian school girl, at least wait till the best part of the evening. Coming up, Tom Flesher, The Suicide King, and Chris Raynor will dismantle Landon Maddix and Mark Stevens! I can’t wait!” “I don’t really think that will be happen, but we all have different opinions.” “My opinions just tend to be right more often than yours.” Riley chuckles. “You probably think that Johnny Dangerous is going to retain the SWF World Championship against Toxxic as well.” “Well…Yes, I do.” “WRONG!” “Time will tell. But on to other matters…” “Other matters? I bet you are going to talk about Revolution Zero and how they are going to dominate the tag team champions.” “Something like that…” Comet sighs. “The SWF Hardcore Gamers Championship and the SWF Cruiserweight Championship have both been defended here tonight. Revolution Zero members, Sean Davis and Spike Jenkins have gone through those title matches respectively. How much energy do they have left to take on the tag team champions, Hollywood Boulevard?” “If any team can do it, its Revolution Zero. I predict the Revolution takes over tonight and they walk out of the Rose Bowl with tons of gold!” 'WEL-WEL-W-W-WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION!' “Here we go, Comet!” The Californian fans rise to their feet and immediately tear the arena apart as Otep’s “Battle Ready” starts up. Every light in the arena goes to full power, lighting up the dark sky and blinding the fans. Lightning strikes down from the heavens, hitting the stage and causing gold and red pyro blasts to erupt up. The Smarktron shows half-second clips of it's members' matches as whoever is coming to lay the Smarkdown make their way down the ramp in their own style. Between the clips the Smarktron goes white again and the words 'Revolution' and 'Zero' alternate. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWF World Tag Team Championships!” booms Funyon in the middle of the ring. “First, making their way to the ring. The challengers!” The figures of Revolution Zero appear underneath the bright GENESIS sign that is at full power as well. “The Perfect Storm” Sean Davis, “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins, Marcus Washington, P.A. and Jet all make their way out from the back. Neither Spike nor Davis has any gold with them, because they are fully focused on the tag team titles. Spike has his ribs taped up from his previous death defying ladder match and Davis has a band-aid covering his eyebrow and walks with a slight limp. “Coming to the ring, weighing in at a total of Five Hundred Pounds! They are accompanied to the ring by Jet and Marcus Washington. They are Revolution Zero!!!!” “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” The Revolution ignores the crowd, except Spike who pays attention to the “Spike Jenkins Fan Club” in one section of the crowd. Davis climbs onto the ring apron, stepping over the top rope. Spike slowly walks up the steel steps, holding his ribs in pain as he enters the ring. Spike peels off his jacket and tosses it to a ringside crew member as they wait for their opponents… “Look at both of those men. They are extremely fatigued at the moment. How will they be able to fight Hollywood Boulevard?” asks Comet. “Just have a little faith, Comet.” “Faith, for Revolution Zero? I don’t think so.” The echoing guitar riffs and smooth opening saxophone of "Rush Against the Grain" by Dave Gagne hit the speakers, the crowd's buzzing growing more intense as the frantic drumbeat starts, accompanied by... *BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG! * “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!” “AND THEIR OPPONENTS!” “Here they come, Robert. The longest reigning SWF Tag Team Champions in History!” Four blue pyrotechnics go off, and the crowd goes crazy as Mike Van Siclen and Todd Cortez leap through the curtain! Van Siclen yells at the crowd, firing both them and him up as Cortez raises his cross to his lips, kissing it and crossing his arms in front of his stomach! “Coming to the ring at a combined weight of Four Hundred and Sixty-Seven pounds. They are the current reigning and defending SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!!!! THEY ARE HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD!!!!” “LETS GO MIKE! LETS GO TODD! LETS GO MIKE! LETS GO TODD!” The crowd breaks into dueling Hollywood Boulevard chants. The crowd is absolutely going ape shit for the tag team champions. They try and soak in this extremely warm reception at the biggest show of the year… …But quickly tear their tag titles off and begin throwing rights and lefts at the incoming Revolution Zero! “Revolution Zero are attacking Hollywood Boulevard before they got to the ring! What is this?” “Its Revolution Zero playing smart. They know that they are hurt and tired. So they are going in Guns-A-Blazing!” “I call it cheap!” Spike and Todd punch at each other while Mike and Davis do the same. Both teams end up coming down the isle way towards the ring. Spike hits Todd with an elbow to the chin that sends him back into the barricade. With Todd stunned, Spike turns around and heads back into the ring. “What is Spike up too?” questions Comet. Todd quickly comes too from the blow to the jaw and hits Davis from behind, helping his partner out any way he can. Mike and Todd both pound away at Davis, who stumble back towards the ropes. Mike hits Davis with a bitch slap that spins the big man around. All three are facing the ring now, as the catch the image of Spike Jenkins springing off the ropes and flying over the top rope with a tope, landing on all three men!! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” “Spike Jenkins with a tope! He takes out his own tag team partner and Hollywood Boulevard!” “Do you see this, Comet? You call it cheap. But Revolution Zero is already hitting Hollywood Boulevard with big moves. They need to end this match now, and this is the only way to do it. Hit high impact moves fast and hard. Toxxic must have taught them this strategy.” “It does seem effective. Though Spike and Davis are both down as well.” Referee Van Diesel stands around the ring, not sure what to do. The bell never officially rung, so he can’t count then men out. “The bell hasn’t even rung yet! We are going to have to wait for these men to get to their feet now.” Whines Riley. Both members of Hollywood Boulevard stir underneath the pile of rubble, but Spike is the first of his team to make it to his feet. He clutches his ribs as he grabs the hair of the woozy Todd Cortez. Spike drags Cortez towards the ring, and tosses him in under the bottom rope. Spike follows him in. *Ding Ding Ding* “And the SWF Tag Team Title match is officially underway!” Cortez climbs up to his feet, but he is met by Spike Jenkins who grabs him by the wrist and Irish whips him into the corner. Cortez leans woozily against the corner. Spike charges in full speed towards him, and connecting with a palm strike across the jaw that sends a loud “popping” sound through the Rose Bowl. “Running shotei by Spike Jenkins!” “He stole that move from Tom Flesher! Flesher uses it to set up the Ego Trip! Can Spike be going for the Super Ego Trip?” questions Riley. With Cortez reeling in the corner, Spike enters back into the center of the ring. He takes off again towards the corner, this time he jumps into the air and drives both of his knees into the chest of Todd Cortez. Cortez nearly falls out of the corner, but Spike keeps him in place before heading back into the center of the ring. Spike touches the center of the ring with his boot and sprints off towards the corner, just like a kid in high school. Cortez stands in the corner, still dazed from the previous assault as Spike runs towards him and drives his elbow into the Urban Legend’s jaw! Todd’s head snaps back as he nearly falls onto his face. “Spike with a barrage of attacks in the corner. First the knees into the chests, and then a running elbow to the face…” “He isn’t done yet, either!” Riley adds. Spike quickly hits the center of the ring again, and sprints towards the corner. Spike springboards with one foot onto the middle rope next to Todd, and with his spare leg drives the knee into Todd’s face! Spike hops off the middle rope, giving Todd time as he drops to a sitting position in the corner. “Spike is using all the strikes he has against The Urban Legend. Revolution Zero is really going full force with all they got here tonight!” “Duh. I’ve said that about a zillion times!” With Cortez now in a sitting position, Spike enters the corner again. Instead of charging in, Spike walks in. He places his boot over the face of Cortez; and begins driving it across the flesh, boot scraping the Urban Legend! “Brutal boot scrapes by Hollywood!” “Spike is going face washing!” “It looks like he is trying to tear the skin off of Todd Cortez’s face!” exclaims Comet. Referee Van Diesel charges into the corner, and tells Spike to break it up. Not wanting to lose another tag title opportunity, Spike ends the face wash. Spike charges towards the ropes opposite of the sitting Cortez. He hits the ropes and dashes across the ring, meeting Cortez with his boot across the face! “Running boot scrape!” cries Comet. “Cortez’s must be in a lot of pain at the moment!” “He’s not done yet!” “Stop saying that. For Citizen Cortez’s sake.” Spike charges out of the corner into the ropes opposite of Cortez. Spike hits them full force and comes running back towards Todd. As he reaches Todd, Spike leaps into the air and dropkicks Cortez directly in the face! “Running basement dropkick to the face! Brutal shot onto one half of the tag team champions!” “So far in this match, it has been all Revolution Zero.” Says Riley. “Yes. They must of surprised Hollywood Boulevard with this game plan. Spike and Davis have been bringing the punishment to the champs, most notably Todd Cortez.” Spike gets to his feet, grabs Cortez by the ankle and pulls him away from the ropes. Spike drops down and hooks the leg for the cover! ONE! TWO! Kickout! “Cortez is street fighter. Hitting him in the face a couple of times will only stun him. But it won’t keep him down for three. Especially when the tag team titles are on the line and at the biggest SWF show EVER.” Says Comet. Spike climbs up to his feet, upset that Cortez didn’t stay down. Spike heads into the corner, and begins slapping his knee. “Spike is setting up for the Yakuza Kick! One of his most dangerous strikes! If this connects, this match could very well be over.” “I thought you said that a few hits to the face won’t keep Cortez down.” “…Hmmm…Yes…Well…maybe it won’t be over. But the Yakuza Kick is still a very dangerous maneuver. If he hits it, I say the chances are Fifty-Fifty for it to be over.” “The odds in Vegas are Seventy-five-Twenty-five.” Says Riley, who is looking down at a newspaper. “Quiet you.” Cortez begins to stir at his side of the ring. Shaking his head to get rid of the cobwebs, Cortez begins to make his way to his feet. Spike continues slapping his knee, growing anticipation among the crowd. “Several weeks ago, Revolution Zero beat Hollywood Boulevard in a four team elimination match. The move Spike Jenkins used to pin Todd Cortez with was this same Yakuza Kick!” Notes Riley. “He was also being held upside down by Sean Davis, and then slammed into the mat. Not to mention Todd basically fought through the whole match, meaning he fought two other teams.” “If you want to be a smart mouth, I’ll tell Spike that. He’ll come over here and Yakuza Kick you.” Riley says with a note of disdain and sarcasm in his voice. Todd finally gets to his feet and stumbles around. Spike bursts out of the corner with all the energy he can muster and throws his boot into the air… YAKUZA KICK~! …NO! Todd ducks! Spike nearly falls over, but regains his balance. He quickly turns back to Cortez who tries to meet him with a Spinning Heel Kick! …But that is ducked. Todd tries to regain his balance, but his neck is pulled back from a down falling Spike Jenkins. Spike snaps Cortez’s neck over his shoulder, sending a bolt of pain through Todd’s vertebrae. “The Yakuza Kick was ducked,” says Comet. “But so was the spinning heel kick and Spike catches a neckbreaker! Excellent work.” Spike turns Todd over onto his back, and hooks the leg. ONE! TWO! TH---NO! Mike jumps into the ring and breaks the count! “Damn it! This match would be over if Mike Van Siclen didn’t break up the count!” “He’s aloud too, Robert. That’s why it is a tag TEAM match.” “Are you mocking me? Do I look like a little kid?” “You certainly act like one.” Mike tries to lay in a shot at Spike, but Referee Van Diesel forces him back into his corner. Mike tries to fight the decision, but its no use and he exits out onto the apron. “LETS GO TODD! LETS GO TODD! LETS GO TODD!” Spike climbs up to his feet, rubbing the back of his head due to Mike’s kick to break the count. Spike leans down and grabs Todd by his hair. He drags Todd towards the Revolution Zero corner, where he slaps hands with Sean Davis. Davis steps over the top rope and officially enters the match for the first time tonight. “Spike tags in the muscle of Revolution Zero, The Perfect Storm!” Spike exits the ring, as Davis grabs Todd by the wrist and pulls him to his feet. Dragging Todd into the center of the ring, Davis holds his grip around the wrist of Cortez. Davis leans back and SLAMS his arm into the chest of Cortez. “Big clothesline by Sean Davis. He is just so strong. No one can match his strength in the SWF today.” “That’s why he is the dominating factor in the SWF. Toxxic is the brains and Davis is the brawn. Spike is the…uhh…well…Spike can pick up the chicks.” “I hear Spike is very talented with ordering pizza’s too.” Davis pulls Cortez up to his feet by the wrist and again SLAMS his giant arm into the chest/neck area of Todd. Todd hits the mat with a loud thud, but this doesn’t stop Cortez from pulling him up to his feet again. With Cortez nearly out on his feet, Davis pulls Cortez towards him by the wrist and hits another HUGE clothesline that sends the Urban Legend to the mat. “Powerful short arm clothesline by Sean Davis!” Instead of lifting Todd again, Davis drops to the mat and covers Cortez while still holding his wrist down. ONE! TWO! NO! “Cortez kicks out. That may be the only downside of the Perfect Storm; his lack of experience. Any veteran would of hooked the leg. Davis didn’t, and Todd was able to kick out.” “He did hold Todd’s wrist down. At least he is learning from his partners in Revolution Zero.” “That is true.” Davis climbs to his feet, ready to attack. Cortez rolls over onto his stomach, trying to fight his way to his feet. “Lets Go Todd! Lets Go Todd! Lets Go Todd!” “These two teams have so much history together. It only makes sense that it comes into full motion here at Genesis V. The biggest SWF show EVER.” “History? Do you mean Revolution Zero dominating Hollywood Boulevard?” “No. Hollywood Boulevard has retained the tag team championships over Revolution Zero in what was a fantastic match. It really could of gone either way.” “But besides that, Revolution Zero have defeated Hollywood Boulevard or the Urban Empire in six man tags, that four team elimination match, in singles matches. You name it, they beat Hollywood Boulevard in it.” “How about that time Spike took Masked Man’s briefcase, and the Urban Empire had to break into the Revolution Zero hotel room and get it back.” “I thought we agreed to never talk about that again…” “Masked Man knocked Spike Jenkins out with a panda doll!” laughs Comet. “IT HAD A PIPE INSIDE IT! THAT’S NOT FAIR, COMET!” Mike stands on the apron, yelling towards Cortez to look out behind him. Cortez, who is still in a woozy state, turns around and gets caught around the throat by Sean Davis’ giant hand. Davis immediately lifts Todd into the air and drops him down with a chokeslam! Davis covers, hooking the leg this time! ONE! TWO! THR---NO! MIKE BREAKS THE COVER, AGAIN! “Again, Mike has to nose his way into other peoples business!” “Ummm…Mike is in the match. It IS his business.” “Worthless facts.” Mike heads back out onto the apron, where he starts clapping his hands together. This action gets the crowd to clap with him, in hopes of bringing Todd Cortez back to his feet. Davis climbs up to his feet, as well, and heads into the corner. He slaps hands with Spike Jenkins, sending in the cruiserweight after handing out a mass amount of punishment. “Spike Jenkins back in the ring. Still moving slower then usual, but can you blame him? He did just go through a ladder match for the SWF Cruiserweight Title.” Says Riley. “His ribs are taped up, as well. How many times can one man fall off a ladder before getting seriously hurt?” Todd turns over onto his stomach, and begins to crawl on his hands and knees towards his corner! Mike holds his outstretched hand toward Todd, who tries to reach for the tag… …But Spike easily drops a knee over the back of Cortez’s neck. Cortez drops like a bag of potatoes, clutching his neck as Spike gets to his feet again. Spike drops his leg down across the back of Todd’s neck. Spike gets to his feet and drops down again, driving the point of his elbow into the vertebrae of Todd Cortez! “Big knee, leg drop, and elbow drop to the back of Todd’s neck. Revolution Zero run the game plan of working on a member of the opposite teams neck. This is to set up for either one of their single finishers or their tag team finisher, The Perfect Spike!” notes Comet. Spike turns Todd over onto his back, and hooks the leg for the cover. ONE! TW—NO! Todd kicks out! “Todd Cortez is being a thorn in the side of Revolution Zero. In all their matches together, they worked over Cortez and his neck. Spike’s Clean Living, Bad Beat, Lariat, or Dragon Clutch weren’t able to put Cortez away. The Perfect Spike did, but that is a very risky move to pull off and not to mention very hard. What move can Revolution Zero use to put away Cortez when everything else has failed?” “I guess we’ll find out at the end of the match when Revolution Zero put Hollywood Boulevard away.” “Right now, if Hollywood Boulevard want to retain the tag team titles, Todd is going to have to make a tag. Mike Van Siclen is still very fresh, and the only damage he has taken was by the tope Spike used earlier in the match.” Spike climbs up to his feet and heads straight into the corner. One there, he starts slapping his knee, signaling for the Yakuza Kick…again! “Yakuza Kick on its way again!” shouts Riley. “Well, the Yakuza Kick may be able to put Cortez away. It did once before. But that was when he was held upside down and then slammed into the mat with the Perfect Spike!” Todd staggers to his feet, rubbing his neck after all the pressure put on it. He turns to Spike, who bursts out of the corner with all the energy he can muster and throws his boot into the air… YAKUZA KICK~! …NO! Todd ducks! Spike nearly falls over, but regains his balance. He turns back to Todd… …Who meets Spike with a Superkick! Todd’s boot connects perfectly with Spike’s jaw and both men go down! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!!” “Todd Cortez finally hits some offense! Spike Jenkins is down! Todd needs to make the cover or tag in Mike Van Siclen!” “He can’t. Revolution Zero has worked him over the whole match. He is exhausted and he is going to lose! LOSE LOSE LOSE!” “Or he can make the tag…” “Yeah, that too.” Spike is the first to wake up, as he turns over onto his stomach and begins to crawl towards his corner. Not far behind him is Todd Cortez, who starts crawling towards his corner as well. “LETS GO TODD! LETS GO TODD! LETS GO TODD! Both partners on the apron hold their arms out. Spike is able to crawl with all his might… …And he tags in Davis! Todd crawls towards Mike… …Mike holds his arm out… …Davis enters the ring… …Davis charges towards Cortez… …TODD TAGS IN MIKE… …NO! DAVIS PULLS TODD AWAY! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Davis grabs Todd by the ankles and pulls him into the center of the ring, away from his partner, Mike Van Siclen. Mike lets out “God Damn It” in frustration, just as Davis drops a giant elbow across the upper back/neck of Todd. “You can almost feel in the arena sigh after Sean Davis stopped Todd Cortez from making the tag!” says Comet. “I didn’t hear any sighing. I heard a “Way to go, Sean” and a “Job well done”, though.” “Its those voices in your head again.” “Voices? You’re the one who thinks you’re a superhero!” Davis climbs up to his feet and slams his boot down on the back of the neck of Cortez. Not wasting any time, Davis grabs Cortez by his hair and pulls him up to his feet, putting strain on the neck as he does. Davis hooks his arm in between Cortez’s legs and lifts him upside down. Davis wraps his other arm around the head of Cortez and SITS OUT, driving Cortez onto the top of his head with a Michinoku Driver! “Double Underhook Brainbuster! The big man just put Todd Cortez away for GOOD!” cries Comet. “Head drop, goodness.” Davis lays Cortez out, and covers him. ONE! TWO! THR---NO! Mike Van Siclen breaks up the count, again! “Mike is there to break the count again. Citizen Cortez really needs to make the tag.” “Damn Mike. Revolution Zero have busted out everything they have so far, and yet they STILL haven’t won the match.” “They haven’t busted out everything yet. Both still have their finishers, not to mention the Perfect Spike, and Citizen Jenkins’ Yakuza Kick. He has missed it twice before, and it’s the only guaranteed move to keep Todd Cortez down for the three count.” “Sooner or later, Cortez is going down to Revolution Zero.” Davis climbs to his feet, winded from his hardcore match and now the tag match. Taking his time to catch his breath, he reaches down and pulls Cortez up to his feet. Davis grabs his opposition’s wrist, and Irish whips him across the ring into the corner. Davis slowly walks into the opposite corner, catching his breath as he does. “The big man is starting to feel the effects of running two matches. Sure, he is stronger than the entire roster put together, but his cardio is extremely low for a big man.” Comet points out. “That’s why he is teaming with Spike Jenkins. Spike can wrestle in twelve matches a night!” “I doubt that. But even so, Spike has been through a LADDER match. That’s not a typical match. He fell off that ladder what seems like twenty times.” Davis sets up, and charges towards Cortez. He leaps in the air, aiming his chest at the chest of Cortez… …WHO MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!” Todd just gets out of the way, allowing Sean to run chest first into the corner. The impact of the blow and the exhaustion he is feeling knocks him down to the mat. Cortez follows him, as he tries to catch his breath and clear his head. “Cortez moved? CORTEZ MOVED?” “Of course he did.” “What do you mean, ‘of course’”? “I knew Citizen Cortez was going to move out of the way.” “How did you know?” asks Riley. “Well, Citizen Todd is faster than Citizen Davis. Citizen Davis took way too long for that attack, giving Citizen Todd the time to catch his breath and move out of the way.” “Wow, Comet. That was very impressive.” “Thank you.” “Just one thing. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL DAVIS THAT HE WAS GOING TO MISS?” Cortez pushes himself off the ropes and crawls towards his corner. Mike holds one hand out for the tag, the other holding the tag rope. “LETS GO TODD! LETS GO TODD! LETS GO TODD!” Cortez makes it around Davis, and is now on his way to make the tag. Cortez holds his hand out, as he inches closer to Mike… …Davis begins to stir and starts to climb up to his feet… …Cortez is only a few inches away… … TODD TAGS IN MIKE! … NO! DAVIS PULLS TODD BACK INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “This crowd is very displeased at Todd not being able to make the tag. If Hollywood Boulevard want to retain the tag team championships, they have to make a tag and NOW.” “Maybe they don’t want to retain the tag team championships, Comet.” “Don’t be silly, Robert.” Davis grabs Todd by his hair, and pulls him up to his feet. Sean locks his legs around the head of Cortez in a standing head scissors. He locks his arms around the waist of The Urban Legend, and lifts him up into the air for a powerbomb! “Can this be the High Angle Powerbomb? With all the work on Citizen Cortez’s neck, Davis can put him away for good with this move.” Cortez wraps his legs around the giant’s head… …And flips back bringing the behemoth down with a hurricanrana! “LETS GO TODD! LETS GO TODD! LETS GO TODD!” “Hurricanrana by the Urban Legend!” cheers Comet. “Make the tag, Cortez! Tag in Citizen Van Siclen!” Both men lay on the mat, catching their breath from the previous action. Cortez is the first to make the move as he begins to crawl across the ring towards Siclen. Davis begins to stir as well, and he starts to make his way to his corner. “Who is going to make the tag first? Can Cortez tags in Siclen or will Spike get tagged in and stop it AGAIN?” “The ladder.” “Did you say ‘ladder’, Robert?” “Umm…no.” …Davis reaches out… …So does Cortez… …Davis tags in Spike… …Mike holds his arm out… …Spike charges into the ring towards the Hollywood Boulevard corner… …AND CORTEZ TAGS IN SICLEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! “MIKE GETS TAGGED INTO THE MATCH!” barks Comet. Mike jumps over the top rope into the ring, and charges straight at Spike. Spike sees this, and tries to catch Mike with some right hands, but they are quickly blocked. Mike smacks Spike upside the head with several forearms. Spike stumbles back, but Siclen grabs him by the wrist and Irish whips him across the ring. Spike hits the ropes and comes back to meet a running Siclen who catches him with a spear! “Spear to the injured ribs of Jenkins!!!” Spike grabs at his ribs as he yelps in pain. He rolls away, as Mike gets to his feet and poses for the crowd. “M—V—S! M—V—S! M—V—S!” Mike turns around, to see the incoming Sean Davis. Davis charges at him, hoping for a clothesline; but the much, much faster Siclen ducks underneath and charges into the ropes. Davis turns around and is caught with the heel of Mikes boot with a spinning wheel kick! Both men fall to the mat. The only difference is Mike gets to his feet right away. Still feeling the adrenaline pump through him, Siclen turns around to meet Spike. Jenkins holds his ribs as he stumbles towards Siclen. Mike BITCH SLAPS Spike, the momentum behind it spins the Hollywood Superstar around. Mike wraps his arms around Spike’s waist, and lifts him into the air with a belly to back suplex… …But drops Spike back first across his knee!!!! “WHAT WAS THAT?” Riley bawls. “A belly to back suplex, but dropping Spike across the knee! Not only does it hurt the back, but the ribs as well AND it takes the air out of Jenkins!” “M—V—S! M—V—S! M—V—S!” Mike pushes Jenkins away, who rolls to the side. Siclen gets to his feet, ready for a fight, as he turns to the rising Sean Davis. Mike charges at Davis and catches him with a forearm to the side of the head. Davis barely flinches, and responds with a punch to the head that sends Mike stumbling back. Siclen holds his ground though and hits another forearm, which again gets no reaction. Davis nails Mike with another punch to the head, and again Mike stumbles back. Mike, being the smart wrestler that he is, goes in for another forearm. But instead of a punch, he pulls a play from his Heel Textbook and rakes Davis across the eyes! “M—V—S! M—V—S! M—V—S!” “That’s cheating! Comet, he just raked Sean Davis’ eyes!” “I saw. I don’t support that…but it does get the job done.” As Davis grabs at his face, Mike backs up slightly, only to drive his boots into the kneecap of The Perfect Storm! “Basement dropkick knocks the big man down!” Davis falls flat on his face, but is quick to get to his knees. But Mike is quicker and gets to his feet. Mike grabs a handful of Davis’ short black hair, and begins to pound relentlessly at the forehead with closed fists! “Mike Van Siclen is known for not using closed fists. He is more prone to his slaps and forearms. He must be desperate to keep the tag titles if he is going against his usual move list and tearing at Davis with punches.” “That still doesn’t make it legal!” “Hush you. Revolution Zero were using closed fists during the whole match.” As Mike pounds away at Sean Davis, Todd Cortez stands on the apron, his hand out ready for a tag. Mike breaks away from Davis, to quickly tag in his partner. Todd enters the ring with a new found fire that he got while taking a break. Mike lifts Davis up to his feet, locking his head underneath the colossus. Siclen drops down to his knees, driving the jaw of Davis into the top of his skull!! The fans cry out, as they know what to expect next… …Todd Cortez superkicks Sean Davis, connecting perfect with The Varsity Blues! “Varsity Blues! The champions have hit Sean Davis with their finisher. Keeping a hit-and-run style of attack on the big man.” “But Davis isn’t the legal man, so it doesn’t matter! He didn’t even fall down, either!” To the surprise of everyone, Bobby Riley was right. After getting hit with the superkick, Davis stumbles back into the ropes. He is knocked out on his feet, but still on his feet. “The Varsity Blues wasn’t enough to knock the goliath down!” Mike gets to a full stance. He watches as Sean holds himself on the ropes, and charges towards him. Mike hits Davis with a big clothesline that sends the big man to the floor! “Clothesline over the top rope by Mike Van Siclen!” “M—V—S! M—V—S! M—V—S!” Mike stands over the fallen titan, talking trash to him. Behind him, Todd Cortez stands, waiting for some action… …Only to fall victim to Spike Jenkins! Jenkins pops out from behind The Urban Legend, wraps his arms around the neck of Cortez and drops down with the running diamond cutter that is known to the world as… “THE BAD BEAT! SPIKE HIT CORTEZ WITH THE BAD BEAT!” cries Riley with a passion. “Pin Cortez while Mike isn’t looking!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Spike quickly does this, as he turns Cortez over for the cover! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! MIKE BREAKS THE COUNT! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!! Mike pulls Spike up to his feet. Spike tries to fight Mike off, but its no use. Mike catches Spike with a kick to the gut, and pulls him into a standing head scissors. Siclen wraps his arms around Jenkins waist and lifts him upside down. Spike tries to fight off, or maybe even counter the move that’s coming, but he can’t. Mike flings his legs over the hanging arms of Jenkins and drops DOWN, driving Jenkins on the top of his head and folding him up with the Riot Act!!!!! “M—V—S! M—V—S! M—V—S!” “M—V—S! M—V—S! M—V—S!” “M—V—S! M—V—S! M—V—S!” “RIOT ACT! ITS ALL OVER!” wails Comet. “No! Cortez still has to pin Jenkins!” Mike gets to his feet, and turns Jenkins over onto his back. He goes over to wake Cortez up, but he legs are pulled out from underneath him… …By Sean Davis! Davis pulls Mike out of the ring, underneath the bottom rope. The second Mike lands on the floor, he unloads on the Perfect Storm with forearms. Davis fights back with punches of his own, but is too exhausted to continue much further. “A brawl has broken out on the floor between Mike Van Siclen and Sean Davis!” Mike grabs Davis by the wrist and Irish whips the giant into the guardrail…but Davis reverses into his own Irish whip; but instead sends The Spectacle into the steel ring post!!!!! “Mike hits the steel post! He’s out!” “Cortez is moving though! All he has to do is make the cover! In the ring, Cortez slowly comes too and begins to crawl towards Jenkins. Not knowing how he got knocked down or what happened, Cortez throws his arm over the chest of Spike! ONE!!!!!!! “ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNE!!!!!!!” TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” NOOOOOO!!! Davis elbows Todd from behind and stops the count! “Everyone in the arena just sighed. Hollywood Boulevard was a hair split away from retaining the SWF Tag Team Championships!” “I’m on the edge of my seat, Comet. I am just waiting for Revolution Zero to win the tag titles!” Davis grabs Todd by the hair and begins to pull him up to his feet… …But Todd catches Davis with a low blow uppercut!!!!! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “That’s not fair! Why is Hollywood Boulevard cheating??” “I don’t know, Robert. But this has become a race to the finish!” Davis holds his groin as he stumbles backwards. Todd gets to his feet, and connects with a superkick to the jaw! Davis stumbles back even further and falls through the ropes to the floor!!! “Davis is out! Siclen is out! It’s all down to Todd Cortez and Spike Jenkins!!” cries Comet. Cortez staggers around, but regains his heading as he turns back to Spike Jenkins. Spike is finally rolling around, just waking up from the Riot Act. Cortez walks over to him, and begins to pull him up to his feet… …But is stopped short by a thumb to the eyes! Cortez grabs his face and Spike takes off into the ropes. Spike hits the ropes and comes dashing back towards Cortez. Cortez moves his hands away from his face, just in time to get smashed with Spike’s boot!!!!! “YAKUZA KICK!!!!!” Riley shouts. “The only move to ever keep Todd Cortez down for a three count! Spike hit it at this point in the match, and it HAS to be over!!!” Cortez instantly goes down, with Spike falling right on top of him. Referee Van Diesel drops down and counts! ONE!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! TODDCORTEZKICKSOUT!!!!!! “Oh My God!” “What will it take to keep Todd Cortez down? The only move in Spike’s arsenal that could do it was the Yakuza Kick and now THAT hasn’t even worked!” “This can’t be possible.” Riley stammers. “Every move that Spike has used on Cortez, he has kicked out of; except the Yakuza Kick. HOW DID HE JUST KICK OUT OF THE YAKUZA KICK?” “I don’t know, Robert. I don’t know.” “What is Spike going to do? He has nothing left!” The crowd, at this point, is ecstatic. Todd chants are going, and people are clapping for the champions. Spike struggles to his feet, more confused than the announcers are. Trying to think of what to do, Spike signals for the Clean Living. “Spike signaling for his other finisher, the Clean Living.” “Oh, what’s the use? Cortez will just kick out of it!” stammers Riley. “You never know…” Cortez rolls onto his hands and knees. Spike grabs him by his hair and helps him up the rest of the way. Turning Todd’s back to him, he smacks his opponent in the back with a chop. Spike locks his arms around Todd’s neck, holding the Urban Legend in a reverse front face lock. “With all the damage to Citizen Cortez’s neck, the Clean Living may put him away…” Spike prepares to spin around into a neckbreaker…but Cortez hits him with a slap! Spike tries to shake it off, but Cortez hits another overhead slap! Spike stumbles back and gets hit with a third slap! Cortez breaks away from the reverse front face lock and the Clean Living!! “Citizen Todd fights his way out of the Clean Living. It’s just him and Spike, now! He needs to end it while he can!” Spike stumbles back, but tries to go back to the attack… …But Cortez wraps his hand around the throat of the Revolution Zero member!!! “The Urban Assault! Citizen Cortez’s finisher!!!” “Come on Spike! Think of something quick!” Cortez goes to lift Spike into the air, but Spike holds his weight down. Todd is too exhausted to fight it, and Spike pushes his arm away. In one fluid motion, Spike spins around and connects with a roaring elbow!!!! Todd stumbles back, but Spike immediately pulls him into a standing head scissors. “What is Spike doing?” asks Riley. “NO! IT CAN’T BE!!!!” “WHAT?” Spike double underhooks Cortez’s arms. He uses everything he has left in him and lifts him into the air. Once in the air, Spike turns underneath Cortez, holding him on his shoulders in a reverse Death Valley Driver position… …AND DROPS TODD ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD, FOLDING HIM IN HALF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH A FUCKING I JUST BROKE YOUR NECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “THE I JUST BROKE YOUR NECK!!!!!” screams Comet. “OH MY GOD!!!” Spike unfolds Todd, and turns him onto his back. Spike collapses on top of Cortez. ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “ITS OVER! NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!” The entire arena let out a gasp, as Referee Van Diesel signals for the bell. Otep’s “Battle Ready” starts up again, as Sean Davis, Jet, and Marcus Washington enter the ring. Van Diesel is handed the tag team titles, which is then pulled away by Jet. Washington is handed a title, as Davis rolls Spike towards the ropes. “Revolution Zero are the SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!” “This was a war. No other words can describe it, but a war. Both teams put up one hell of a fight, but Revolution Zero edged it out in the end.” “I just don’t believe it. We thought Spike had nothing left to keep Todd down after that Yakuza Kick. But then he pulled out the I Just Broke Your Neck. The last time he used that move was over a year ago in the SJL! He retired Cutthroat with it!” “I hope the same fate doesn’t happen to Todd Cortez. The I Just Broke Your Neck isn’t just a name to make it sound funny. Spike used the most dangerous move in his arsenal to win the SWF Tag Team Championships on the biggest stage of them all. Genesis V.” Davis climbs out of the ring, pulling Spike out with him. Davis holds his title in one hand, and helps Spike in the other. Jet waves the title in front of Spike, but Spike is pretty much out of it. “Here are your winners…and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW SWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!! REVOLUTION ZERO!!!!!!!!!!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “Toxxic is going to be so proud.” “After that match, he should be. It could of gone either way. It just went to Revolution Zero thanks to a hidden ace in Spike’s hand. I applaud them for that match…too bad its Revolution Zero.” Revolution Zero continue their way up the ramp, the SWF Tag Team Titles held high in the air. Exhausted and drained, they hold their hard earned titles in the air… …At Genesis V…The Revolution Began.
  23. the.weej

    GENESIS V

    As the video package highlighting the next match comes to a close, the camera view is looking down upon the extravagant Genesis V set, the various SWF legends standing in relative silence, with nothing but the buzz of the crowd, pumped to see more action. “NO~ NO~ NOTORIOUS!” The fans immediately begin the mandatory booing for John Duran, as Spineshank’s “Synthetic” begins to play and he walks out onto the grand stage, looking out over the thousands upon thousands of people in the open-air stadium, and finally lifting his arms in the air, middle fingers extended high, making sure every fan in the Rose Bowl sees the extended digits before lowering his arms and beginning to walk down the aisle. “Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall,” Funyon begins as the music and the jeering continues on in the background. “Introducing first, weighing in at 268 pounds and hailing from Champaign, Illinois...he is THE NOTORIOUS JOHN DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!” “Robert, this next match promises to be one to remember for a long time, because whenever we get these mystery men coming to our shows, there’s no telling who it will be!” Cyclone Comet says to his broadcasting partner. “That’s true, Comet, but whoever it is, there’s no way that it can be enough of a challenge that Duran can’t handle it!” Surrounded by legendary figures such as Chris Raynor, El Luchador Magnifico, and Edwin MacPhisto, the Notorious One takes a look at each statue on his way down to the ring, soaking in the atmosphere. As he exits from the aisle, he works his way around to the ring steps as fans scream obscenities and other words of ill will towards Duran, who climbs up the ring steps and onto the apron. From there, Duran goes between the ropes and enters the ring, before walking up to Funyon and calmly swiping the microphone from his hands. “Okay, all of you idiots can take your time with your booing, but I’ve got something to say.” The boos only get louder by this announcement from Duran, and he drops the microphone to his side, raising his left hand up to his bad neck and rubbing it patiently, before deciding that the negative reaction won’t get any quieter unless he starts talking. “As I’m sure every one of you fans in this stadium realizes, this is my final match as a professional wrestler.” The amount of cheers is staggering, as there is no love lost for Duran, even in his final match. “I figured that you all would love to hear that. The fact is, I’m fine that you want me gone. I don’t care enough about any of you to be hurt by your reaction to me. The fact is, I’ve had a hell of a career, and I wouldn’t change anything to please you fans, even if it would’ve meant not getting my neck broken.” The cheers turn back to boos, but Duran isn’t nearly finished yet. “There’s only one person I blame. Well, technically, there’s a few people that I could blame. Myself, I feel the need to call out the commissioners that we have had in the SWF ever since I entered this federation at the Ground Zero PPV.” There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd now, and most of them are interested in seeing where this is going. “The fact is, that by the time I got my very first shot at the SWF World Heavyweight Title, I had been put through utter hell. I had wrestled some of the toughest bastards that the SWF had to offer, and I just kept coming back for more. But by the time that I got my hands on that strap, it was far too late in my career. I had already been engaged in an intense rivalry with the Unnamed, and not too long after my first World Title match, I had been mutilated by that freak of nature Janus in a cage match.” A gaggle of fans explode in approval, remembering the famous cage match that left Duran with a neck brace. “Yeah, that’s right, all of you dig that. Whatever. All I want to know is this: Where were those god damn title shots when I was a healthy man? Where was my opportunity to get the biggest prize in the business when my neck wasn’t hanging on a string?” The boos are becoming louder and louder once again as Duran’s speech begins to build in intensity. “Was it too much to ask that I get a simple shot at the belt that I wanted more than anything, and that I knew I could have? I must have been too much of a threat to somebody. I was just as good 11 months ago as I am today, but the only difference is, that after this final match which is not for the World Title, I will be done! I don’t blame myself, I don’t blame my opponents, I blame the people that refused to realize the talent in me and give me the title shot that I rightfully deserve!” The fans in the Rose Bowl, who have come from all parts of Earth to converge here, have had it with Duran. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP “Fine, you want me to shut the fuck up? Then let’s get this mystery opponent out here, so I can let my actions speak louder than my words, and show you all why I should’ve gotten any title shot, whenever I wanted!” “THIS MONSTER LIVES!” The growl of James Hetfield comes completely out of nowhere, but as Metallica’s “Some Kind of Monster” begins, the crowd blows the proverbial roof off the Rose Bowl (if they had one), as Duran’s jaw drops, only able to hold the microphone in his hand as an “old friend” steps through the entranceway and into the aisle filled with legends. “It’s Charlie Matthews! John Duran’s speech has been interrupted by the return of the Grappler!” Comet is very excited to see the returning Matthews as he walks down to the ring, most of the fans in amazement to see that he seems to be having no problem at all with his neck that seemed to retire him for good after his match at Battleground with John Duran. “What the hell?” Riley asks, confused. “How in the hell can they let this lame wrestler back onto these hallowed premises!” “You have to admit, Robert, this is one heck of a surprise opponent for John Duran!” “I don’t think I’d want to unwrap a surprise present to find that dangerously dull man inside, Comet.” The crowd is in awe at the appearance of the big man, who is also a former SWF World Champion, as he saunters down to the ring, staring Duran dead in the eye as he climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring. Duran takes a step back and grabs Ced Ordonez, the referee for this bout, and tells him to keep Matthews away from him. While he’s doing that, however, Charlie sneaks up and yanks the microphone from Duran. “John Duran,” Matthews growls, to a loud pop from the audience, “What the HELL happened to you? Five months ago, you beat me, you put me out of commission, and you took over MY spot at the top of the mountain. It didn’t even take a MONTH for you to collapse down to the bottom.” Duran is fuming, and neither man budges as Matthews continues. “Since then, you’ve become a shell of your former self. You’ve sat shows out, lost to the lowest of the low, and, worst of all, you never stopped complaining. Duran, it took me five goddamn months to heal my neck up enough just to fight again, and just two weeks ago my doctor told me I only have one match left in my system. I knew it had to be you. I KNEW that the one man I absolutely had to beat in my last match would be you, Duran. I called up Zenon and he made the match. I’ve got nothing left to lose, Duran, and it looks like you don’t, either. One more time, that’s all I ask. We can make history here tonight at Genesis Five; we can both go out on top.” Matthews stops to wait for Duran’s response, and the crowd roars its approval of Grappler’s proposal. Finally, the Notorious One nods, and Grappler smiles, dropping the mike and telling Ced Ordonez to call for the bell! *DING DING DING* The noise level in the Rose Bowl intensifies as the two archrivals circle one another and then lunge in, throwing punches with blinding fury! Matthews gets the best of this exchange, causing Duran to stumble backwards towards a corner. Charlie shoves his opponent back against the turnbuckle, and then takes a hold of his wrist, whipping him across the ring and into the opposite corner! As soon as Duran hits, Grappler charges full speed ahead, sending all three-hundred-plus pounds into the Notorious One with an avalanche! “LET’S - GO - GRAP - PLER!” *clap - clap - clap-clap-clap* “LET’S - GO - GRAP - PLER!” *clap - clap - clap-clap-clap* “I never thought we’d see the day,” Comet begins, “that Charlie Matthews would return to the ring to take on his archrival, John Duran!” “And we shouldn’t have,” Riley snipes, “and how stupid IS Grappler, anyway? He just told Duran that his neck is still bad. Talk about painting a bull’s eye.” “Well, Bobbo, I’m sure Matthews is well aware of Duran’s neck problems, as well. The battleground, no pun intended, is quite even at the start.” Grappler backs up and allows Duran to stumble out of the corner, but quickly wraps his own arms around John’s midsection and hoists him up, turning on his heel and slamming him onto the mat with a side belly-to-belly suplex! Matthews drops down and presses on top of Duran for the quick cover… “ONE!” …but Ordonez can’t even lift his arm off the mat once before Duran shoots his shoulder up, breaking the count. Matthews rises to his feet and brings John with him, nailing him with a hard right hand before taking a hold of his wrist and, this time, whipping him towards the ropes. Duran rebounds and Matthews swings his outstretched arm out for a lariat…ducked! Duran continues to run to the opposite ropes, and as he hits those, Matthews turns around, just in time to take a running knee to the gut! Grappler doubles over in pain, and Duran lifts his arms into the air, bringing them down across the back of Charlie’s neck with a double axe handle. Now the Notorious One takes a hold of Matthews’ wrist and pulls him in, swinging his own arm out and executing a short arm clothesline that drops him onto the mat! “If Duran knows what’s good for him,” Riley begins, “he’ll exploit Grappler’s neck before Matthews can do the same to him. Duran isn’t a pussy, he didn’t take five months off to heal his neck, and it’d be a damn crime if Matthews won this match.” “Bobbo, do you actually think Duran has been trying in these months since he lost the title?” “That doesn’t matter, Comet. What matters is he was still working, not sitting out paychecks and getting daily chiropractic care.” In a fit of anger and determination, Duran begins stomping his boot down on Matthews’ upper body, showing ruthless aggression as he does so. Ordonez tries to intervene and stop the monster, but the Notorious One ignores him and kicks Charlie under the nearest turnbuckle. Duran allows Matthews the opportunity to pull himself up into a sitting position against the bottom turnbuckle, but once he does, John backs up to the center of the ring and then charges forward, looking to cave Matthews’ skull in with his knee… …but Matthews rolls out of the way! Duran’s knee collides with the bottom turnbuckle, and taking advantage of the situation, Charlie grabs a hold of Duran’s grounded leg and pulls it out from under him, sending him onto his back with a single leg takedown. “Matthews avoids Duran’s patented knee attack!” Comet proclaims, “One thing that makes this match so interesting is the fact that these two know each other so well. I honestly can’t make a prediction on who I think will win this battle!” “No one asked, Comet,” Riley snarls, “because, let’s face it, there is NO way Duran is going out of the SWF on his back. He’ll be riding high into the sunset.” With Duran on his back and Grappler having a hold of his left leg, Matthews gracefully bends it to the side and then comes down with an elbow, slamming it down onto John’s left knee as he squirms in pain under Charlie’s heavy frame! The Grappler then gets to his feet, continuing to hold tight to that leg and then bringing it over to the middle rope. Referee Ced Ordonez warns Charlie not to do anything nefarious with Duran’s leg in such a position, but it’s inevitable as Grappler straddles the leg dangling from the middle rope and then leaps into the air a short distance before coming down hard onto the leg, pushing it down against the resistance of the rope! “An interesting strategy from Charlie Matthews here, Bobbo,” Comet analyzes, “he’s going after those fabled knees that Duran loves to punish people with. Perhaps if he can neutralize the knees of Duran, he can keep his own neck from getting hurt and then use that to his advantage and make sure that Duran leaves her with less neck then ever!” “What a terrible thought to even think about, Comet. This is a former World Champion we’re talking about here, and he’s resorting to tactics that aren’t exactly sparkling clean, all for the sake of taking out this poor man’s knee when he’s already got a bum neck!” Riley’s complaints do not get through to the Grappler, who once again jumps up and slams himself down onto the elevated leg, as referee Ordonez has seen enough and begins administering a five count. “ONE!” As soon as the first count is levied, Charlie gets off Duran’s leg, pulling him away from the ropes by his jet-black hair and then bringing him to his feet as Ced once again warns Matthews about grabbing handfuls of hair--but the crowd is loving every moment of it. The Notorious One is finally brought up to a vertical base, and Charlie at once goes behind Duran, running into the ropes as Duran is trying to shake off the pain of the attacks on his knees, and he doesn’t even notice Matthews rebounding off the ropes and diving down, slamming his shoulder into the back of John’s kneecap and sending him down to the mat in a hurry! As soon as Duran hits, he immediately begins to tend to that knee, flopping up and down on the mat from the immense pain of Grappler’s chopblock! Matthews crawls over to Duran and puts him in a lateral press, hooking the leg once again as Ordonez goes down to the mat, counting for “ONE!” before Duran once again gets his shoulder up, this time a little later than the first pinfall attempt from Charlie. “Citizen Duran is in a bad way,” Comet states the obvious as he watches along, “and at this rate, it won’t be long before his shoulders are once again pinned down to the mat for the three count!” “It’d be foolish to count him out yet, Comet,” Riley begins his response, “Duran has never been so determined to get a win than he is right now! This is the biggest event in his career!” Matthews is still as cool as a cucumber as he starts to bring Duran back to his feet once again. John shows no resistance until he gets to both feet, at which points he pushes his former Unnamed stablemate off him, giving him a cold stare and then coming forward with a roar of anger! SMACK “OHHHHHHHHHHH!” Duran throws a vicious right forearm, slamming it across the bridge of Charlie’s nose as he stumbles back into the ropes, the scattered cheers now turning into nothing but boos for the former Unnamed leader. Duran brings the forearm back again, and comes forward in a rush... SMACK “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!” And the crowd is stunned by how hard it nails Grappler in the jaw, jerking his head to the right swiftly. Duran then pushes Charlie against the ropes, using the springy rebound of those ropes to send Matthews into the other side. “Hey, Comet, why did Charlie Matthews cross the road?” Riley asks his commentating partner as Charlie rebounds off the ropes. “Why?” Comet asks back. As soon as that second question is out, Duran grabs Charlie one step off the ropes and brings him up and over with a quick and thunderous powerslam. “To get hit with a powerslam!” Riley cackles as John hooks the leg, staying in the powerslam position as Ordonez slides around to watch the shoulders, counting “ONE!” “T-” Before Charlie is able to shoot a shoulder up quite easily. “You’re just a pun master, Bobbo,” Comet says sarcastically. After failing to get the three count on that last pinfall attempt, Duran immediately gets back on his feet before Charlie has a chance to get his bearings, leaping in the air and extending his knee out before dropping it onto the NECK of Matthews! The crowd begins to boo again, and soon are clapping their hands in unified rhythm. Duran is back up on his feet, however, and backs into the ropes, bouncing off and once again jumping once he gets close to Charlie’s body, this time extending his leg out completely and slamming it down along the neck of the Grappler, as the crowd continues to boo, the clapping dying down as some of the fans have lost hope that Charlie can come back just yet, if at all. Instead of going for the cover, however, Duran simply sits Charlie up as Matthews tries to massage some of the pain out of his neck. Duran gets behind Matthews, however, and locks his arms around Charlie’s neck, applying a sleeperhold on the Grappler! “And now, Citizen Duran has turned to submissions, this one to try and put the big man to sleep!” “Well, you know that it took a Blunt Force Trauma for Duran to get his last victory over Grappler, so maybe he’s trying something different this time!” Riley attempts to rationalize just what exactly Duran has up his sleeves with his choice of moves. The rhythmic clapping begins again, along with a chant of “LET’S - GO - GRAP - PLER!” *clap - clap - clap-clap-clap* “LET’S - GO - GRAP - PLER!” *clap - clap - clap-clap-clap* “LET’S - GO - GRAP - PLER!” *clap - clap - clap-clap-clap* Grappler begins to feel the adrenaline going through him as he raises his right arm, saying “no” when asked if he gives up, and slowly brings himself up to one knee. Duran shakes his head “no,” not wanting Matthews to be able to break out of this hold. Charlie is fighting hard, however, and he eventually reaches both feet, doubled over slightly as he drives an elbow into the midsection of Duran. John continues to hold on for dear life, stretching some pain out of his knee by moving it around, but trying to ignore the pain that is now appearing in his stomach. Another back elbow to the same elbow, however, and Duran’s grip has loosened on the sleeperhold. Instead of breaking it completely, however, Charlie begins to backpedal, going back into the turnbuckles and slamming him into them backfirst. That breaks the sleeperhold completely, and Matthews turns around and immediately brings his hand back, sending it forward and chopping Duran in the NECK! Right after that, Charlie stomps at Duran’s left knee again, as John curses from the pain of both. The Grappler begins to alternate the strikes, chopping away at the neck and stomping at the knee as the crowd rises to their feet, cheering on the Grappler as he does each act five times. “Matthews is chopping Duran down to nothing, and the crowd is absolutely loving this! They’re sick animals!” Riley yells at the crowd’s approval of Charlie brutalizing the neck and knee of Duran. “They like to see Citizen Duran get hurt, and that’s all there is to it, Bobbo!” While Grappler is pleasing the fans, he is not pleasing Referee Ced Ordonez, who is ordering Grappler to get out of the corner with Duran. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” With one last chop to the neck, the Grappler backs away from the corner, receiving a standing ovation from the crowd as Duran slumps up against the corner, looking in an obvious amount of pain. Charlie approaches again, to bring Duran out of the corner instead of merely letting him wait there, but Duran reaches out and touches tights, pulling Matthews into the corner purposely as Duran moves out of the way, sending Charlie shoulder-first into the middle turnbuckle as the crowd groans and then quickly begins to boo again. “Just like that, Citizen Duran is able to turn the tables! He’s still got some fight left in him, even after that barrage of strikes from Charlie!” “He’s smarter than the average wrestler in this stink of a promotion,” Riley speaks with a cutting tone. After going into the turnbuckle, Charlie tries to get back to his feet as Duran looks to be fighting through a ton of pain by even standing idle. He reaches over to grab Charlie by the back of his head, leaving through the ropes to go out to the apron and bringing Matthews out to the apron as well, trying to keep both of their balance. “What does John have up his sleeve now?” Comet questions as the crowd in front of the side of the ring where the apron action is taking place remain standing, cheering on Charlie to fight back against whatever Duran has planned. “I think he’s going for some kind of move from the apron to the floor!” Riley responds as they both watch Duran place the Grappler in a standing headscissors. “Oh no,” Comet says suddenly, “do you think he’s going for a piledriver?” “I can only dream of such things happening to a person like Charlie Matthews, Comet!” “But Bobbo, this could not only mean the end of Citizen Matthews’ career, but also his life!” “I’m sure he’s had a great one, but he can kiss it goodbye now!” Duran wraps his arms around the waist of Charlie and tries to lift the former enemy of the Urban Decay up off the apron, but Charlie is able to resist the pull of Duran, keeping his feet on the apron. Duran brings down his arm across the back of Charlie, trying to soften him up, but when he attempts for the lift again, Matthews refuses to be lifted. Finally, Duran just gives up, backing away from the standing headscissors and pushing Matthews off the apron, sending him face first into the guardrail as his head whips back from the impact and Charlie collapses onto the floor, right in front of the fans in the front row, who are booing and yelling obscenities at the Notorious One. “He tried for some kind of move from the apron, Bobbo, but in the end, Citizen Duran just decided to brutally send Citizen Matthews head-first into the top of that steel guardrail!” “If you gotta settle for something, it might as well be sending your opponent into something made of steel!” Duran hops down from the apron to the floor, standing by Matthews’ downed body but then quickly bringing him up once again as Ced Ordonez begins to order Duran to get the action back into the ring, and then begins a ten count. “ONE!” Duran looks over at the ring steps and then grabs Charlie’s near arm, trying to whip him towards the steps...but it’s reversed by Charlie! Duran goes hurdling into the ring steps... CLANG ...and the ring steps are thrown askew as Duran crashes into them! Charlie raises his arms to the crowd in celebration. “TWO!” The crowd appreciates this and cheers Charlie on as he re-enters the ring, waiting for Duran to get back to the ring himself. Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long, as Duran seems to have a little bit of rage in his eyes after being hurdled into the ring steps so viciously by the Grappler. The Notorious One re-enters the ring and Charlie keeps his distance, not even attempting to make any cheap shots at his former stablemate. Duran gets up onto his feet and invites Grappler to come and keep things going. They both step towards the center of the ring and then engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. John is able to get a boot up in the tie-up, and then puts Charlie in a front facelock, throwing a near arm over his shoulder. The Notorious One lifts Matthews up into the air, holding him upside down for one...two...three...four seconds before dropping Charlie onto his head with a stalling brainbuster! “Duran will not rest until Charlie’s neck is broken,” Riley claims, “and I think he’ll do it tonight, Comet!” “I don’t think we can put up with another injury to one of our superstars, we’ve had too many in this company’s history!” After hitting the brainbuster, Duran rolls over onto Matthews’ body, not bothering to hook the leg as Ordonez slides down to the ground, counting “ONE!” “TWO!” Before Charlie is able to kick out, getting a shoulder off the mat. Duran pounds the mat in frustration, seemingly running out of plans to put away Charlie with. He doesn’t relent, however, bringing Charlie to his feet yet again and pushing the bigger man of the two into the corner, even unleashing a right hand or two, clenched fists punching away at Charlie’s face as he is backed into the corner. Once in the corner, the referee once again attempts to restore order by telling Duran to get out of the corner, but he completely ignores the referee as he crouches down and begins to land body punches to the ribs, kidneys and breadbasket of Matthews, working over the midsection. “Citizen Duran is working on the body now for some reason,” Comet says with a questioned tone, “it’s hard to say what he’s thinking about any more, my citizens of Pasadena.” Matthews is sucking on the open-air wind at the Rose Bowl as Duran finally stops, backing away from the corner before he is disqualified by the referee. Duran then tries to cheat the system, attempting to go back and wail on Charlie some more..but Matthews gets a big black boot into Duran’s face! Duran is stunned by the blow, and Matthews comes out of the corner with a fury, tossing the Notorious One out to the apron! “They’re going back to the apron,” Riley says increduously, “but this time Charlie is the aggressor!” Matthews and the Notorious One meet on the apron again, and Charlie raises John into a standing headscissors. “Could this be the Powerbomb?” Comet tries to predict. “Another devastating move that could be levied onto the shoulders and neck of John Duran!” Charlie wraps his arms around Duran’s waist, but it’s a repeat of the last scene here as neither man will give up. Duran refuses to be lifted, but Charlie doesn’t want to quit. Finally, Duran is able to sneak out from between Charlie’s arms, and they begin to slug each other on the apron with right hands as the crowd is in a frenzy, wanting to see someone go off that apron now, thirsty for blood. “Who will go down first, Bobbo?” Comet frantically asks. “COME ON, DURAN!” Riley deafeningly screams into his headset as they battle it out on the apron. John lashes out with a kick, holding on to the ropes to keep his balance, as Charlie is doubled over into the standing headscissors! “YES!” Duran tries to lift Charlie again, but the arms just won’t do it! Charlie fights it with every inch of him, and then finally, the Grappler, is able to use his body weight to his advantage, as he realizes that Duran is tightly around him, leaning on Matthews’ back for leverage. And so, Charlie simply stands up. And there goes Duran. “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The crowd screams in unison. Until Duran lands. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “Oh no,” Comet and Riley both yell. Duran falls out of the back body drop counter, and his neck strikes the side of the apron. The rest of his body crumples to the floor on the outside, as Charlie re-enters the ring, falling to one knee as he tries to catch his breath, not even realizing the horror that lies on the floor. “We need someone down here right now,” Comet orders through his mask, as Riley is stunned into silence with the rest of the crowd. The official SWF medic rushes down to make sure that Duran can still continue, as Charlie turns and sees that the medic is coming, and then looks at Duran. With that, he backs away from the ropes...and looks at Ced Ordonez. “COUNT!” Ordonez is stunned by what just happened, and is likely thinking that he should just stop the match, but that’s not his call. “ONE!” The crowd is shocked, and some actually begin booing. “Duran could be legitimately hurt here, fans, I don’t know why this match is still going,” Riley finally says. A headset clamors to the table, and within seconds, Cyclone Comet slides into the view beside Duran on the floor. “TWO!” The medic rushes over and bends down to check on Duran, as the fans in front of Duran can’t say anything more than soft words to each other. “THREE!” Duran’s eyes are checked by the medic to make sure that he hasn’t been concussed, and then begins to check to see if the neck has any problems. “FOUR!” Finally, the male medic signals to the back to get help down here, waving his gloved hand in circles as Comet gets in close to take with Duran. “FIVE!” With his back turned to Duran... Duran suddenly rises to his feet. “SIX!” “What the hell?” Riley asks, and watches his monitor as Duran lifts the medic up onto his shoulders, and then whips the medic’s legs out from under him, coming down hard with the-- “BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA!” “SEVEN!” The crowd doesn’t know how to react, still in shock. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” “EIGHT!” Duran lets out a blood-curdling roar, and the crowd begins to stand on their feet, cheering their approval of Duran’s fighting spirit, watching as the medic lies on the floor and Comet rushes back to the announcing position. “Citizen Duran has lost it!” he reports into the headset what we’ve already seen. “This is madness!” Duran re-enters the ring at the count of nine, and tilts his head to the side slightly as he looks at Charlie. The Grappler motions his hand to “come get some.” So Duran does. They both meet in the center of the ring, flailing at each other with right hands as the ref tries desperately to separate these two, who are doing what they did in the beginning of the match. Duran nails a right and then a left, staggering Grappler backwards. Duran then comes forward with a forearm to the jaw, followed by a chop. Matthews pushes Duran away and then nails a forearm of his own, knocking Duran’s neck silly as he staggers to the right. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Duran screams out these words at Grappler, spinning around and throwing a vicious forearm into Charlie’s face before he gets a chance to duck. Charlie is staggered back towards the corner, but not in it...and the Notorious One charges. WHAM “YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Duran clobbers his shoulder into the midsection of the Grappler, sending him into the bottom turnbuckle head-first, knocking Matthews silly from that shot. “This is amazing, the crowd has finally accepted Duran, they realize that he is a fighter!” Riley says, astonished. Matthews tries to get back in the corner, and then begins to grunt out as he throws forearms at Duran to back him out of the corner once they both reach their feet. They finally stagger back to the center of the ring...and Duran reaches up and rakes the eyes of Matthews! Referee Ordonez gets in Duran’s face about the illegal move, so Duran turns his back to Grappler and focuses on the ref right in front of him...as he reaches back and mule kicks Charlie in the Matthews’ family jewels! “That’s a low blow! Injustice!” Comet calls out, but the ref doesn’t see what millions of others see as plain as day. Duran turns to face Charlie and then goes behind him, locking his hands above his head! “Full nelson,” Riley announces. Duran locks it on tight, and grits his teeth as he pulls back on it, making Grappler thrash under him. “TAP! TAP YOU SON OF A BITCH!” When Matthews fails to oblige, it’s only a matter of seconds before Duran slams backwards, flinging Matthews over his head with a Dragon suplex...and BRIDGING IT FOR THE PIN! Ordonez falls to the mat! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” Ordonez jumps to his feet and runs over to the timekeeper’s direction, calling for the ball as Duran finally releases the bridge, lying on the mat without any movement as Charlie rolls over onto his stomach. Funyon comes over to Ordonez and Ced whispers something into his ear. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Funyon begins, “referee Ced Ordonez has declared this match a double pin as both men’s shoulders were down for the three count! Therefore, this match is a draw!” “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “BULL-SHIT!” “BULL-SHIT!” “BULL-SHIT!” The fans do not like the decision at all, and the medical team now rushes down, a sea of people in white surrounding the two men in the ring as Ordonez leaves the ring, gettnig hassled by fans on his way back. “Fans...this isn’t the best match these two have ever had,” Comet admits, “but I’ve never seen fight like this from these two people. They knew that this was it...and it is. This is the final time we’ll see these two ever again, Bobbo.” “It’s true, Comet. There’s nothing more we can really say.” “Let’s cut to something else, please. We don’t need to show this anymore.” The final image of John Duran and Charlie Matthews in the ring is blurred by the swarm of medics in white, tending to both men as the image fades into a video package for the next match.
  24. the.weej

    GENESIS V

    MANSON Vs. MAX KING CAGED FURY MATCH As the "Next Match" graphic flashes on the various screens scattered throughout the stadium, set to tbe backdrop of "O Fortuna", a huge roar erupts from the Rose Bowl crowd, and surely from those not lucky enough to be attending the event live tonight, as well. The visages of Manson and Max King, along with Kelly Connelly, invoke memories from these fans of the past months, which has led the two up to this point. And as always, Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley are ready to call the match… "(Comet) Well, that big iron cage we've seen hovering above the ring is ready to be put to good use, because it's time for the Caged Fury Match between Manson and 'The Icon' Max King!" "(Riley) What a match it should be, especially since Manson will finally get what's coming to him…" "(Comet) Who knew that when Manson and King first crossed paths, they would eventually meet here at Genesis V! Max King kicked off this heated rivalry by turning on Manson during a Six Man Elimination Tag Match for the Hardcore Contendership. This selfish act in some ways led to an injury to Manson in that same match…" "(Riley) Hey, he had to do what he could to get that contendership… including taking Manson out of the equation." "(Comet) Well, turning on your tag partner is low, and Max would eventually sink lower than that. Anyhow, Manson battled through his injuries and gained a mesaure of revenge by pinning Max King for the USJL Contendership in a Fatal Fourway, then captured the USJL Title from The Masked Man. However, lo and behold, Max King defeated Vladimir Everheart for the next USJL opportunity. At Ground Zero, Manson and Max King butted heads again, this time with the title on the line, with Manson emerging victorious as he made Max King tap out to retain his belt." "(Riley) Pft… A lucky break…" "(Comet) Of course, the story wasn't over there, as Max King couldn't let bygones be bygones. His ego was bruised, and so he viciously attacked Manson the show after Ground Zero, zeroing in on his injury and aggravating it further. As if that weren't enough, Max then cost Manson his USJL Championship, with Manson losing it to Vlad Everheart. With the pieces falling into place, in a Fatal Fourway also involving Manson, King won the ICTV Contendership as Manson was powerless to stop him." "(Riley) Oh, yeah. Those last few things were actually the best part about this feud." "(Comet) However, not one to be upstaged, Manson upped the ante by getting involved in King's title match versus Landon Maddix, providing just enough of a distraction to throw King off his game for a Maddix win." "(Riley) That filthy cheat Manson…" "(Comet) Yes, well, for all the talk of the USJL and ICTV, this thing between Manson and King has moved far beyond personal. When deep issues need to be settled, there are a few rare matches that get the job done, and Caged Fury is one of those matches!" As we await the competitors, the cameras switch to the impeccably dressed Funyon, looking more than adequate for tonight's special occasion… "(Funyon) Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a Caged Fury Match! The rules are as follows… there will be no-disqualifications or countouts, and the match cannot be won by pinfall or escaping the cage. As such, no door is provided for exiting the cage. This match can ONLY be won by submission!" The crowd cheers, ready for a fight, as Kelly Connelly saunters out to "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks, along with a healthy amount of boos from the entirety of the Rose Bowl crowd. Chants of "Get on with it!" can be heard, as Kelly sneers at the crowd and heads up the ring steps, finishing up her long walk down the red carpet. She steps through the ropes and motions for the mic. However, pondering whether to hand her the mic, Funyon instead ignores her, causing Kelly's face to turn red as Referee Matt Kivell ushers to the other side of the ring. The fans ringside heckle her, just as "Bitch" suddenly cuts out, making way for… BOOM! A big pyro explosion near the entryway, followed by Saliva's "Superstar" on the PA system! "(Comet) You know, if it was that easy to keep Kelly quiet, Funyon should have done it before." "(Riley) That unappreciative jerk… How dare he deny us Kelly's sexy, soothing voice? There's something about it, the way she talks about Max King, boasting his accomplishments, among other things. Heh. If someone didn't know any better, they'd think I was more attracted to Max King than I was Kelly… But I'm not…" "(Comet) …right." The fans boo and jeer without mercy, as Max King walks out from between the glass set design, a smug expression on his face. He holds up his head high, ignoring the fans as he walks down the red carpet lined with busts of SWF legends and the memorable moments. Max King ascends the stairs and greets Kelly, who sits on the second rope. "(Funyon) Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds, and standing six feet, three inches tall… 'THE ICON' MMMAAAAX KIIINNNNG!" Max King enters the ring and berates Funyon for mistreating Kelly, initating Kivell to get in between them. King gets a hold of himself, going over to his corner to loosen up, as Kelly kisses Max on the cheek and exits the ring. Then, as Max King looks toward the entryway, the house lights drop out, allowing for multi-hued strobes to flash. The cheers of the fans swell as "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Prong hits, and Manxon walks out from between the glass structure to a tremendous pop! He pauses just at the head of the red carpet and thrusts a clenched fist into the air! The fans cheer even more, before Manson drops his hands and walks down the carpeted aisle. "(Funyon) And his opponent, hailing from Denver, Colorado! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, and standing six feet even… MMMAAAAANNNNSOOOONNN!" Manson approaches the ring cautiously and rolls in, popping up to his feet quickly before Max King has an opportunity to attack. Both can do nothing but stare at each other, already engaged in head games, as Funyon hightails it out of there. The cage descends from above, as SWF staff rush to secure the cage in place. "(Comet) Well, to prepare for this occasion, Max King took on Todd Cortez in a Submissions Match and Candace in a Cage Match, coming out with the win on both occasions. Meanwhile Manson faced very tough competition in Tokyo X, obliterating him in the process." "(Riley) Manson versus Tokyo X was a joke, and I don't know what he was trying to prove there." "(Comet) He was obviously displaying just what he thought of Max King. Besides, you have to question the wisdom of King for taking part in a Cage Match prior to tonight's PPV. It's madness, that's what it is! ABSOLUTE MADNESS!" "(Riley) Okay." The staff finish fastening the cage to the ring and Kivell calls for the bell… ::DING DING!:: The crowd takes their seats as Manson and Max King head to the center of the ring, their first meeting since King's ICTV Title Match. The two do not go into the customary lock-up, and instead talk trash to each other, before King opens things up with a disrespectful slap to the face. King breaks into a fury of punches, trying to dish out some heavy damage to Manson early on. Manson puts a stop to that with a block of one of the swinging fists, landing one of his own. Manson continues pressing the attack, also with a multitude of punches, and King suddenly goes down! "(Comet) King tries to outbrawl Manson, but he efforts are all for naught, as Manson fights back! King should know by now that he simply can't outbrawl Manson!" As King hits the mat and proceeds to get back up a moment later, Manson is on him like a pitbull. He mounts King's back, pulls him up by the head and proceeds to strike him with a series of hard cross forearms to the side of the head and neck. Manson releases King and Max simply falls to the mat. Dazed, King gets to his hands and knees, and again Manson is there waiting, taking King by the hand and pulling him in close, knocking him down with a shortarm clothesline! Manson keeps hold of King's hand and scissors the arm, going down to the mat for the cross armbreaker! Shaking off the clothesline and coming to, King frantically convulses, trying to escape. "(Comet) Manson going for the crucifix armbar!" "(Riley) Ohh no… King doesn't want to let Manson get that on, assuming he's setting up for the Anathema later on." Not intent on not letting Manson lock this in fully, Max is able to break the scissors on the arm just as Manson was about to fully lean back and pull on the appendage. Max darts up from the mat, back to a standing position, as he tries to gain a moment to clear his head. Manson wraps his arms around King's leg though, tripping him up! King hits the mat with a thud and attempts to get back to his vertical base, greeted by Manson wrapping his arms around King's waist from behind. Perhaps out of desperation, or finally getting himslf together, King drops down to his knees, stands and maneuvers around Manson, grabbing Manson's arm and bringing it behind his back into a hammerlock. King rushes forward while letting go of the hammerlock, sending Manson face first into the cage! "(Riley) YES! Max King making use of the cage first!" Manson stumbles back after bouncing off the cage, holding his forehead, as King ducks down and knocks his legs out from under him. Manson falls back, and King is back up on his feet, taking hold of Manson's right leg. King boots the back of Manson's knee, followed by another, causing Manson to scream out, before dropping an elbow across the knee! "(Comet) King going after Manson's injured leg with elbows, still bandaged up with that knee brace after all these weeks!" King stands and pointing to the crowd, resulting in a handful of boos, drops another elbow! Manson screams again, as King simply lays across the knee, grabbing onto the cuff of Manson's jeans with both hands. King gets a firmer hold on the shin and pulls up on the leg. Manson bats the canvas with his hands in pain, then props himself up on his elbows. Manson jolts forward and hammers King's chest with a forearm, causing King to wrench and pull the leg moreso. Manson grits his teeth and jolts forward again, now grabbing hold of King's chin to keep himself up. Manson hits King's chest and neck with a barrage of forearms, finally causing King to release the hold. "(Comet) Mansonosity is able to fight out of the leglock, but who knows how much that hold took out of him." King gets to his feet, with Manson following, and King is the first to attack as he hits Manson with a forearm to the jaw. King follows that up by grabbing hold of Manson's arm and whipping Manson to the aisleside ropes. Manson springs off and King wraps his arms around Manson in a waistlock, drving him into the cage once again! "(Comet) King again throwing Manson into the cage!" "(Riley) That a boy! That's what it's there for, so use it to your advantage." Manson again bounces off the cage, now clutching the back of his head as he drops to the mat. Manson attempts to stand back up, as King simply pulls him back up and shoves him into the lower right corner. King turns a shoulder toward Manson and brings a flexed arm up, catching Manson with the European uppercut! Manson's head rocks back, as King ducks down again, hitting Manson with another hard uppercut! Manson dangles on the ropes, as King pulls him up and lays him flat against the turnbuckle, preparing for another strike. Thinking quickly, Manson simply thumbs him in the eye to the adulation of the fans! "(Riley) Of all the rotten tricks…" King backs off Manson, trying to clear up his vision, as Manson comes out of the corner. Wrapping an arm around King's chest and taking hold of his near leg, Manson grunts and heaves King up, throwing him backward with an exploder suplex! Instead of landing on the mat, though, King crashes into the cage, landing between the ropes and the cage itself! "(Comet) Oh my! A release exploder into the cage!" "(Riley) All because of something as low as a thumb to the eye. Manson should be ashamed of himself." "(Comet) Hey, it's no-dq. In which case, he has to win the match however he can." Kelly turns back toward the wreckage, imploring King to get up, as Manson sits on the mat smiling. Getting up to his feet, Manson looks at King and starts for the opposite side ropes, in the northern portion of the ring. He springs off and ducks low, diving feet first toward King, hitting him with a sliding dropkick against the cage! "(Comet) And Manson follows up with a dropkick to King!" King yelps as Manson stands up from the mat, throwing a fist in the air. King rolls out from under the ropes, and as Manson approaches him, looking to follow up on the attack, King's arm shoots up and catches Manson in the crotch! Kivell looks away, but Manson can only smirk and shrug his shoulders, before kneeing King flush in the face! "(Comet) It appears as if Manson learned a lesson from Ground Zero, as he's apparently opted to wear a cup tonight…" "(Riley) That's not fair! How does one expect King to win this if he can't use every trick in the book?!" "(Comet) I don't know. By out wrestling him maybe?" King pulls himself up with the use of the ring ropes as Manson comes nearer. King delivers a straight kick to Manson's knee, and Manson grimaces in pain. King goes back to the knee, now with a low roundhouse, followed by another, and another! Manson goes down to his knee, and King backs up a step, before coming forward, grabbing the head of Manson and dropping him with a swinging neckbreaker! King rapidly stomps Manson, and bends down to lift him up. Positioning himself behind and to the side of Manson, King sets up Manson as if for a backdrop suplex, but bends Manson's right leg over onto itself. King lifts up Manson into the shin breaker position, but instead of droppig him down right there, he takes him over the to north ropes and drops him shin first across the top! With his foe stuck between the cage and ropes, his knee in bad condition, Max takes a few steps back and charges Manson. King lifts his leg up as he nears Manson, flattening his head against the cage with a Yakuza Kick!" "(Comet) What the holy heck?! That's one of Manson's signature maneuvers!" "(Riley) Ah, but there King utilized it better than Manson ever has. I wouldn't be surprised if Manson got a concussion from having his head kicked against the cage like that!" Manson crumbles to the canvas, his head no doubt throbbing from the Yakuza Kick, as Kivell checks on him briefly. Manson's eyes roll into the back of his head and spots of thick red liquid can be seen through his hair. King lifts up Manson, but similar to King moments before, Manson instinctively lifts his leg upward, kicking King square in the jumblies! King's face turns red, as he falls to his knees and onto his side, with Manson simply falling backward onto the mat. "(Comet) Manson with the low kick now!" "(Riley) See! See! Manson is nothing but a cheat!" "(Comet) I doubt he was even aware of what he was doing there. It's obvious he's not with it at the moment." Kelly screams at King, trying to get him to stand up, as he rolls over onto his knees. Manson still lays on the mat, breathing heavily. King stands up, as Manson tries to will himself over onto his side. King staggers toward Manson, still feeling the effects of the kick, as he looks at down at Manson, two probable places to focus an attack. His choice made, if only because he wants to get the job done as he intended, he lifts up Manson's leg and wraps his hands around it, going for the single leg crab! Again workng out of instict, Manson kicks wildly upward, catching King square in the face with the toe of his boot! King snaps back to the mat, as blood begins spurting out of his forehead. "(Comet) Manson's lucky kick taps a vein!" "(Riley) This can't be happening.. King had him…" "MANSON!" "MANSON!" "MANSON!" The fans chant, as both Manson and King lay on the canvas. Both get up at the same time, as King lunches in for a clothesline. Manson ducks, and sensing opportunity, leaps up and grabs King's head with his arms, going for the Consequences! King quickly shoves Manson off toward the aisle side ropes, and Manson hangs on. King rushes in, but gets backdropped over the top! He again crashes into the cage, nearly landing on the top of his head between the enclosure and the ropes! "(Comet) Backdrop into the cage!" "(Riley) Sickening. This thing should have been over by now, for crying out loud!" Manson pulls King out from under the ropes, and dives onto the mat, wrapping his hands around King's arm and leaning back! "(Comet) AND MANSON LOCKS IN THE FUJIWARA ARMBAR!" King shouts and screams, looking for any way out. He swats his arm anywhere he can, finally composing himself and placing that free arm on the mat. Pushing himself off the mat, he manages to get his legs under him, and Manson releases the hold. Manson gets back up to his feet, but King is there waiting, as he tackles Manson by the legs and again goes for the single leg crab! "(Comet) The half crab again, another one of Manson's signature moves!" King sits down on Manson's back, trying to finally put him away. Knowing he doesn't have much time, pushes himself up with his arms and rolls through, knocking King off the hold. Manson and King get up onto their feet, and Manson wraps his arms around King's waist, lifting him up and over with the backdrop suplex, dropping him on his head! King flips up and over onto his stomach from the impact, as Manson slowly gets up to his feet. Noticing King down on the ground, Manson dives down and wraps his left arm in a scissors, while wrapping his arms around King's right! "(Comet) ANATHEMA! MANSON HAS IT!" "(Riley) OH NO! OH GOD NO!" Kivell checks on King, as Manson pulls on the arms, tighter and tighter. Kelly buries her head in his hands as King's face turns red. Kivell asks him if he wants to give it up, and finally at the breaking point.. Max King says yes! Manson releases the hold and Kivell calls for the bell! ::DING DING!:: And "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" hits! "(Funyon) Your winner, by submission… MMMAAAAAAAAAANNNSOOONNNNN!" "(Comet) MANSON DID IT! MANSON DEFEATED MAX KING!" "(Riley) …with the same move Manson used at Ground Zero. Damn it all to hell…" The cage raises back into the sky, and both men are shown bloodied on the mat, but only one shall stand tall. And that man's name is Manson! "(Comet) Well, that's it for Caged Fury, where Manson comes through with a big win versus Max King! Hopefully King will move on, and hopefully our next match between John Duran and... some guy... will be one to remember!"
  25. the.weej

    GENESIS V

    Fade in. The camera sweeps around the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, California. The capacity crowd cheers as the four Smarktrons above the ring fizzle to life. The sound of an acoustic guitar playing a hard driving riff floats out over the arena, but it is almost completely drowned out by the fans showing their support for the man about to emerge. Austin Sly steps out from behind the curtains with only a slight, cocky smirk to show any emotion on his face. He walks to the edge of the stage to do his pre match stretches, and then he makes his way toward the ring as Funyon makes his announcement. "Weeeeeeeeelllcome back to SWF GENESIS FIVE! I'm Cyclone Comet, along with Bobby Riley, and we're tumbling headlong into this Hardcore Gamers' Championship bout!" greets the caped crusader. Funyon announces almost simultaneously with Comet, "LAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And will be for the SWF HAAARDCORE GAMERS CHAMPIONSHIP!! The challenger!! Making his way to the ring, he stands six feet and three inches tall.. weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds.. from St. Louis, Missouri.. AUUUUUUUUSTIN SLYYYYYY!!" Austin jumps up onto the ring apron and hooks his arm on the top rope. He looks through the thousands of fans, not focusing on anyone or anything in the crowd, just taking it in before he climbs into the ring through the middle rope. He makes his way across the ring and leans on the ropes awaiting his opponent, the champion. The crowd chants to show him their favor over the Revolution Zero member. AUS-TIN!! AUS-TIN!! AUS-TIN!! Sly's entrance music fades into the background. The buzz of the crowd fills the silence for all of three seconds before a distant rumble of thunder echoes the Rose Bowl, and gradually grows louder until.. BOOM! Two streaks of fire zip down the tops of the entryway and explode at the entrance into the ring area. The crowd begins to boo as 40 Below Summer's "F.E." kicks up over the sound system. "And the champion!!" Funyon begins. Sean Davis steps into view, the HGC strapped around his thick trunk. Marcus Washington is close behind, steel briefcase in hand. The pair makes their way to the ring as Funyon continues his announcement. "Standing at six feet, four inches.. weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds! From Jacksonville, Florida and being accompanied by Maarcus Waashington!! Representing REVOLUTION ZEERO!! SEEEEEANNN DAAAAAVIS!!" DAVIS SUCKS!! DAVIS SUCKS!! DAVIS SUCKS!! The crowd boos Davis as he makes his way down the isle of fame, but he hardly pays them any mind. He is clearly focused on his opponent. As Sean strides to the ring, he reaches around behind him and unstraps the belt from his waist. He picks up speed as he nears the ring, holding the title out to Marcus as he charges the apron and slides in under the bottom rope. Austin straightens, and prepares for an attack. The referee stands between the two competitors as Sean gets to his feet, and he continues charging! The striped official backpedals out of the way and Davis charges Sly, barreling toward him like a freight train without brakes! DING! DING! DING!! "Sean Davis is taking no chances tonight!" screams Riley over the shouting crowd. Comet replies excitedly, "But Citizen Sly's ready for him! Austin uses Citizen Davis's momentum to throw him to the mat with an arm drag!" RAAAAAAAAHH!! Davis gets quickly back to his feet and charges at Sly again, this time, leveling his challenger with a fierce clothesline as Sly attempts another arm drag. Austin pops back to his feet, only to be slammed back to the mat forcefully. Sean pulls Sly up by his hair and whips him across the ring. Austin gains momentum on the return, but before colliding with Davis, he leaps off the mat and lands a double dropkick to the champion's knee! Sean yelps with surprise as the target knee buckles and he ends up kneeling on the mat. But the champion is up quickly, only to find his opponent gone. Sly has rolled out of the ring, and already searches under the ring for a weapon! Davis stalks to the ropes and steps over the top rope. Austin backs out from under the apron as Sean hops off, aiming a big double axe handle to his neck! Sly drives upward with his newfound weapon, a sledgehammer, and Davis falls gut first onto it! The champion drops to his back, clenching his aching torso. "Citizen Sly taking an early advantage with that sledgehammer. It might be all Austin has to overcome the behemoth, Citizen Davis!" "FOUR!!" shouts Austin! He raises the sledgehammer like a golf club and swings down at the prone champion! CRACK!! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! BOOOOOOOOOOO!! Washington enters the picture, as he clocks Austin over the back of the head with his steel briefcase! "Forceful Bureaucracy at its finest!" claims Riley with glee. Marcus hurries to Davis and shakes him to get him back into the game. The champion is bleeding profusely from a cut above his eye, his lids already swollen shut. Sean woozily stands and heads to Sly, who also begins to stand, holding the back of his head. Davis lunges at Austin, rocking him back with a huge right hand! Sly staggers back and is hit with another big punch! Austin hits the barrier separating the ring from the fans and then doubles over as Sean football tackles him, shifting the barrier almost into the crowd!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!! DAVIS SUCKS! DAVIS SUCKS! DAVIS SUCKS! Austin slumps to the concrete floor and Davis reaches down, picking him back up. Sean pushes Sly's head down between his legs, then gutwrenches his opponent up onto his shoulder. Sly lays limp in the Canadian backbreaker, then is dizzied when Sean spins quickly. "This move has been the buzz backstage, the Cyclone Driver, yet we have yet to see it! Will Citizen Sly be its first victim?!" asks Comet. "You should be glad, Spandex Boy! It's got your name in it!" Once he completes a few revolutions, Sean pulls Austin down into a piledriver position and drops to his knees, absolutely slamming Sly's head into the concrete! Austin falls limp, face down. Sean Davis appears to have aggravated his knee with the piledriver, and rolls away, holding said knee. Marcus shoves Davis in the shoulder, screaming at him to focus. Sean crawls over and lays an arm over Austin Sly. The referee goes down for the count. BOOOOOOOOOOOO!! ONE! "Cyclone Driver on Austin Sly! He's dead!" cries Riley! TWO! "Don't go down like this, Citizen Sly!" Comet worriedly begs! THREE!!! There is no resistance from Austin Sly. BOOOOOOOOOO!! DING! DING! DING!! Marcus leaps into the air in celebration as "F.E." by 40 Below Summer kicks up, signaling his client's win! Sean Davis sits back, holding his knee and shaking his head from the pain. Washington helps Davis get to his feet and then also hands him his retained Hardcore Gamers' Championship! "Your winner!" Funyon begins! "AND STILL SWF HARDCORE GAMERS' CHAMPION!! SEEAAAAAANN DAAAAAVIS!!" "Boo," states Comet. "Yay," retaliates Riley. "Next, please." The camera focuses on Sean Davis as he clutches the HGC belt to his chest. He leans heavily on his friend, Marcus Washington, and limps visibly. The blood from the cut on his forehead still flows fresh over the whole right side of his face. He winces with each step taken on his left knee. "You've got time, Sean. We'll get you fixed up for the tag match. This was nothing, shake it off!" Marcus is heard coaching Davis. The shot switches now to Austin Sly, who lays limp on the floor. The referee kneels next to him, trying to wake him. The ref looks toward the ramp and signals for help. DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! The last view is of the referee.. the look of concern etched on his face is all that needs to be said. Fade out.
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