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Card: SWF Intercontinental-Television Title #1 Contenders Match Mike Van Siclen v. Dace Night Storms are brewing in the SWF. Rivalries are heating up and danger lurks around every corner. To start this momentous night off, MVS will take on Dace Night for a shot at Toxxic's newly won ICTV Title. Rules: Standard Singles Match Streetfight for the SWF United States Title "Coyote" Coy West © v. Alan Clark Their last match ended in a inconclusive manner. Tonight we get part two of what is sure to become a rivalry for the ages. Rules: There are no rules. Pin or submission must happen in the ring. MXC HCG # 1 Contenders Match Edward James v. Aecas v. Syndicate Guest Commentators: Vic Romano and Kenny Blankenship Guest Ring Announcer: Captain Tenneal The SWF has recently signed a contract to show SWF Flashback (Classic matches and promos) on the Viacom family of channels, most likely on MTV. So, as a tribute to the fine entertainment they provide, we have the first ever "Most Extreme Elimination Challenge" Match. James and Syndicate are looking to make an impact while Aecas certainly wants another shot at the Phenom that is Toxxic. Rules: The match will be contested in an open field with three games from MXC. They are: 1. Door Jam 2. Log Drop 3. Sinkers and Floaters You do not have to play the games, it is just a set, so to speak. If you are not familiar with the show, watch an episode or two on SpikeTV (funny stuff) or check out The Yahoo / MXC Group. You'll have to join the group, but the info is very useful. Tornado Match for the SWF Tag Team Titles Wild & Dangerous © v. The House of Todd These two teams have been on a collision course of late. With rumors flying around the Internet that WildChild is leaving the company, will W&D be able to hang onto their titles, or will the dastardly HoT steal them away? Rules: All four men are allowed in the ring at one time. Other than that, rules are the same. Tag Team Match Toxxic & Jimmy "The Demon" Liston v. "The Superior One" Tom Flesher & "A Partner Of His Choosing" Toxxic has come a long way in a short time. So now he faces one of his greatest challenges to datye: The former World Champion Tom Flesher. But Toxxic still had one string left to pull, and insisted that this be a tag match. On the spot, the punker chose The Demon for his partner. It is now up to Tom to find a partner before Smarkdown or face a handicap match!! Rules: Standard Tag Match. Toxxic & Liston, you will be PM'd the name of Tom's partner and stats if needed.
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SWF Smarkdown - March 22... erm, 23rd.
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The Hara Arena in Dayton, Ohio, is electric with excitement as the fans wait for the next match! A few fans are shown holding signs such as “I Have A Superiority Complex,” “Liston’s No Champ” and one particularly creative “Toxxic Shock Syndrome” sign accented with a caricature of Toxxic as a tampon. “Well, the FCC’s going to be after us,” murmurs Bobby Riley. The crowd is clearly partisan, with many of them decked out in the brand-new Superior-1 hockey jersey, and much more anti-Toxxic sentiment in the crowed despite the occasional ‘sXe’ sign. In fact, as the SmarkTron lights up with a team photo of Toxxic and Jimmy Liston, the crowd bursts into a chorus off boos. The noise is quickly supplanted by roaring cheers as the photo of Tom Flesher with a silhouetted partner replaces it, and the fans continue cheering as the camera settles on Riley and Cyclone Comet. “Well, fans,” says Comet, “we certainly have an odd match on our hands tonight. The returning former World Heavyweight Champion, ‘the Superior One’ Tom Flesher, is set to make his in-ring return against Toxxic and Jimmy ‘the Demon’ Liston in this tag team match, but we still have no idea who Flesher’s partner is going to be.” “Maybe it’s going to be his big freaking ego,” says Riley, rolling his eyes. “That thing’s got to be able to get in the ring on its own, judging by the size of it. Of course, you’re going to see it shrink to about half its size after he gets nailed with Toxxic Shock Syndrome. This kid’s been eating the veterans alive!” “And you call Flesher’s ego too big? Toxxic needs to be knocked down a peg,” says Comet, “and I think Tom Flesher and his mystery partner are just the people to do it. Besides, what was Toxxic thinking, picking Jimmy Liston to be his partner?” “Obviously he knows he can take Flesher and whoever he has to bring with him to finish the job singlehandedly,” Riley ventures. “Of course, Flesher’s going to go out on his back, regardless of who’s on the other side.” “I don’t know about that,” says Comet. “But with that in mind, let’s go to the ring.” Funyon steps into the ring, holding his mic, and addressed the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he says, “the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and it is your MAIN EVENT!” The crowd applauds, and Funyon continues. “Making their way to the ring…” The heavy guitars of Lostprophets’ “We Still Kill The Old Way” kick in, and the words “Prepare To Be Proved Wrong” flash one after another on the SmarkTron, the letters a jagged white on the black background. The picture then cuts to footage of Toxxic pulling Mike Van Siclen off a balcony and slamming him through a table with the Toxxic Shock Syndrome, the landing timed to coincide with... GO! ...two red jets of pyro going off either side of the entrance way and the SmarkTron showing a close up of Toxxic’s face smiling his distinctive lopsided grin. The disturbing shot cuts to further clips of the Toxxic Shock’s matches. “At a total combined weight of 456 pounds, the team of Jimmy ‘the Demon’ Liston and the Hardcore Gamers and Intercontinental/Television double champion, TOXXXXXXXXXXXXXIC!!!!” As the main riff hammers out through the speakers Toxxic comes out towards the squared circle, shirt hanging open, visibly worked up for the match. He wears each belt over one shoulder, with Jimmy Liston walking behind him in his red and black attire. Toxxic stops a short distance from the ring, cracking his neck and talking to himself before rushing it, scaling a ringpost and making the Straight Edge symbol to the crowd with a belt hanging from each hand. Liston slides into the ring and mounts a buckle as well, and the crowd responds by booing both of them. “And listen to that reaction,” Comet says. “Toxxic was so popular when he debuted, but all he’s done is anger them since he picked up those championships.” “Well, what the hell good are the fans, anyway? Toxxic learned quickly that they’re no use, so why bother pandering to them?” Toxxic’s theme fades, and the fans go quiet. The lights dim, and for a moment, everything is quiet. Then, as the SmarkTron lights up, and the guitars begin to vibrate through the arena, the fans leap to their feet! They begin to roar with approval as the Philosopher Kings’ “I Am The Man” rocks out through the arena, accompanied by a burst of blue pyro. The SmarkTron breaks into the video. Ego Buster! SUPERIOR ONE Boilermaker! AWARD-WINNING Ego Trip! MAIN ATTRACTION Logical Disconnect! THE MAN The fans continue screaming, thrilled to be in attendance for Tom Flesher’s return to in-ring action! As the smoke clears from the entrance, the Superior One steps out from behind the curtain, prompting another huge pop from the Dayton-area crowd. He stands on the platform in his warm-up suit, folding his arms across his chest and smirking in a self-satisfied manner. He stands there for a few seconds, and is rewarded with a spraying backdrop of white pyro that reduces him to a silhouette. He stays on the ramp, alone, as the music fades out, and everything stops. “Well,” says Comet, “this is unusual…” “Maybe Flesher’s burned so many bridges in the back that he doesn’t even have a partner!” cackles Riley. “Wouldn’t that be incredible? Flesher against Toxxic and Liston all alone?! I’d pay for that!” “You’re an employee, Robert. You’d be issued a free catwalk pass.” Riley sighs. “Sometimes, Comet, I wonder if you just don’t miss the point on purpose.” A few more seconds of silence pass before…. ::Crack!!!:: “Oh my god,” murmurs Riley. The crowd, simply put, explodes! The crack of a bat and the roar of the crowd announce “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens! It quickly fades into the opening drumline of “Go Home” by Blessid Union of Souls. The SmarkTron lights up with baseball highlights mixed with big spots from Grand Slam's matches while flashing the words “Grand Slam,” “Mark Stevens: and “The Heavy Hitter.” The various multicolored lights flash in time with the rhythmic drumbeats until the drums roll fast and the lead singer yells out "Go Home", then the arena is flooded with bright white light!! Red and white pyro explodes at the top of the entrance ramp!! When the smoke clears and everyone can see again, "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens is standing underneath the SmarkTron!!! The crowd erupts in even more cheers for the Heavy Hitter!!! “Their opponents,” says Funyon, “at a total combined weight of 521 pounds, they are ‘the Superior One’ Tom Flesher and SWF Commissioner ‘Grand Slam’ Mark Stevens!” As Funyon makes his announcement, Grand Slam runs back and forth on the stage pumping his fists as Tom Flesher sits back grinning! The Heavy Hitter and the Superior One walk down the ramp together, savoring every moment of cheers and pointing at various fans, slapping hands and keeping them screaming! Tonight, as the camera zooms in, Stevens is shown wearing a Cincinnati Reds baseball cap!! When the crowd sees this, they cheer even louder, nearly drowning out the music! Grand Slam steps into the ring between the ropes and heads to a ringpost as Flesher sits back in an adjacent corner. He then climbs to the second turnbuckle, looks at the crowd, then pumps his right fist into the air several times, firing the crowd up even more and causing a flurry of flashbulbs to pop, illuminating the ring like a strobe-light!! Before dropping back to the mat, Grand Slam flings his cap out to the crowd, giving some lucky fan a unique souvenir from the SWF!!! “Grand Slam!” shouts Comet. “Tom Flesher’s partner is Grand Slam! The Heavy Hitter hasn’t been in the ring in nearly two years, since being retired by Edwin MacPhisto!” “Ah, the Suicide King,” beams Riley. “I’ll never forget that – it was a thing of beauty!” Flesher leans in the corner, stripping off his warm-up and carefully stretching out. Grand Slam sheds his varsity jacket, handing it and Flesher’s warm-up to the ring attendant. Stevens’ knee brace is conspicuous, and he carefully pumps the knee a few times before he and Flesher lean in and discuss strategy while Toxxic and Liston do the same. “You know,” says Riley, “they announced the combined weight as 521 pounds. I know Grand Slam runs about 286, and he hasn’t been training extra hard lately, so he hasn’t bulked up at all. If I do my math correctly, that leaves Flesher at… 235 pounds! Wow!” “Of course Flesher put on some weight during his hiatus,” says Comet dismissively, “but I’m sure he also added weight to his workout routine and increased strength. He’ll cut weight to be back down to 213 in no time.” “He’ll cut weight so he doesn’t look like a blimp! Look at him, Comet!” After a few more seconds of discussion, Grand Slam and Toxxic both step out of the ring, leaving Flesher and Liston to start the match. Referee Ced Ordonez calls for the bell. DING DING DING!!! Flesher and Liston move toward the center of the ring, but the crowd quickly picks up a chant. “GRAND SLAM! GRAND SLAM! GRAND SLAM!” Flesher, ever the showman, backs away, playfully ‘begging off’ to keep Liston from attacking him. He backs to the corner and points to the Commissioner, and the crowd goes wild! “It looks like the crowd wants to see the Heavy Hitter start this match off,” notes Comet. “I bet they’ve got three minutes in the knee-dislocation pool,” Riley deadpans. Flesher reaches up, leaving his hand in the air, and Stevens slaps it! The crowd goes wild as Flesher politely holds the ropes, and the Commissioner enters the ring! Liston, for his part, just sneers. “You put Stevens in the ring with Jimmy Liston, and he’s going to end up just like his tights – black and blue!” Riley says. “Now wait just a minute,” Comet protests. “Mark Stevens is a great natural athlete, and he’s been training regularly ever since he retired. He may have been injured a few times, but he’s still in shape!” Stevens steps to the center and stands toe-to-toe with Liston. The crowd goes wild as he reaches up and grabs his opponent in a collar-and-elbow tie, the first action of the match. The commish and the Demon jockey for position, fighting to try to gain the early advantage. Flesher leans forward, shouting encouragement to his partner as Liston fights his way into Grand Slam and forces him back into a neutral corner. The fans boo as Ced Ordonez interjects himself, breaking the lock before Liston can do anything. Liston obediently backs away, but as soon as Ordonez averts his eyes, the Demon nails Stevens with a right hand! The crowd boos, but Stevens comes out of the corner fighting! He slams Liston in the face with a fist of his own, then unleashes a knife-edge chop across his chest! SMACK!!!! The crowd, into the match as always and especially thrilled to see Stevens in control, shows its approval with a shout in unison of “WHOO!” Liston staggers backwards, but Stevens nails him with another chop! SMACK!!!! (WHOO!) He follows up with another… SMACK!!!! (WHOO!) … and finally shoves Liston backwards into Flesher’s corner! The fans cheer as Stevens reaches out, and Flesher tags himself in! “And now Tom Flesher gets to enter the ring,” says Comet. “The former World Champion hasn’t wrestled in over a month, but somehow I doubt he’s lost his touch.” Flesher enters the ring, and takes half a step back from Liston. Jimmy comes out of the corner, and Flesher quickly drops to one knee, snagging his opponent’s arm and pulling him across his shoulders with an amateur-style fireman’s carry takedown! Liston is on the mat before he knows what hit him, and Flesher stands back up in control of his left arm. Liston stands back up, and Flesher yanks his arm, pulling him into a short-arm palm strike! Jimmy collapses to the mat, and Tom covers him for ONE! but no more, as the Demon quickly kicks out. He rolls to his stomach, and Tom immediately crouches behind him while reaching under his hips to lock his hands. Liston, not quite sure what to expect, tries to stay on the mat, but Flesher lifts him with ease and bridges back fluidly for a German suplex! Liston lands on his back and shoulders, but Flesher allows him to backward-roll toward his corner. Flesher stands up, getting slowly to his feet as Liston tags in Toxxic! “And Toxxic enters the match for the first time!” Riley is clearly pleased, even as the fans boo. “I don’t care how young he is, he’s about to school the master!” Toxxic makes his way toward Flesher, who steps back and drops into a low offensive stance. Toxxic steps forward, and Flesher lets loose with a single-leg takedown! He gets caught off-guard, though, by a European uppercut to the jaw that sends him staggering backwards! The crowd once again boos, but Toxxic stays on top of Flesher and nails him with an elbow to the back of the neck! With Tom on one knee and bent over, the Straightedge Sensation pushes Flesher’s head down and rolls him onto his back, stacking him up on his shoulders by cradling his legs! Ced Ordonez drops down and counts ONE! but again, no more than that, as Flesher kicks out. “That right there,” says Riley, “is why you’re going to see Toxxic at the top of the mountain before too long. Not only has he clearly studied up on Flesher, but he’s fast enough to stop him and smart enough to try to pin him while he’s stunned instead of waiting to hit a finishing move like most of these schmucks.” “Of course, Toxxic is still quite green compared to the two veterans across the ring,” says Comet. “It’s going to be difficult to roll Tom Flesher or Mark Stevens up and succeed in securing the fall. They’re simply too smart for that.” “What, and Toxxic’s stupid? I don’t see him on his back.” Flesher rolls to his feet, with Toxxic up a beat before. As he gets to his feet, Flesher is rocked by a stiff left-handed punch! The sucker punch puts him off balance, and Toxxic nails him with a right hand! Flesher, unable to fight back, eats another left, and then a second right! Toxxic steps back, winding up like a baseball pitcher, and then spins around with a Discus Clothesline! Flesher ducks, though, and Toxxic oversteps! Flesher crouches down and nails him in the ribs with a blast double leg takedown, slamming him to the mat! The crowd bursts into cheers as Toxxic falls to the mat. Flesher stays on him, trying to get in offensive position and stretch the rookie out on the mat. As Toxxic tries to scoot for the ropes, Flesher grabs him by the head and locks on a front headlock! The fans burst into cheers as he stands up, pulling Toxxic by his head up to his feet and increasing the pressure on his neck and shoulders. Toxxic pushes into him, trying to fight his way out of the move, but Flesher quickly falls backwards and executes a lightning-fast Cement Mixer! He floats over and continues the motion, pulling Toxxic up to a sitting position. Then, keeping the vise-like headlock, Flesher wraps his legs around Toxxic’s waist and secures him in the Wet Cement submission hold! “And Toxxic can’t do much,” deadpans Comet. “He’s stuck in Wet Cement, that bodyscissors front headlock that Tom Flesher has been developing. He seems to be working those ribs, perhaps in order to make the Seventh Inning Stretch even more deadly than it is.” “I don’t think anything Alex Zenon is capable of doing can be described as ‘deadly,’ Comet.” Toxxic, panicking, flails his arms. He can’t move easily, thanks to the seated position he finds himself in, but he does reach out and graze the middle rope. Flesher tries to hold him, but Toxxic quickly reaches out again and grasps the rope. Ced Ordonez orders a break, and Flesher dutifully releases the headlock. He leans back, reaching out and tagging Mark Stevens back in! “Flesher does the damage,” says Comet, “but, failing to find a way to capitalize, he tags out to Commissioner Slam in hopes of continuing the advantage.” “Oh, that’s BS,” Riley replies. “Flesher was about to get caught in a bad position, and he’s too out of shape to do anything about it, so he bailed and he’s handing it off to the old man. Look at how hard Flesher’s breathing!” Flesher, apparently breathing normally, rolls out of the ring as Grand Slam enters once again. Toxxic, mildly fatigued, isn’t able to get to his feet in time to prevent Mark Stevens from nailing him with a fistdrop to the back of the head! Toxxic flattens out, and Stevens covers him for ONE!! TWO!!!! Toxxic, though, kicks out fairly easily. Stevens stands up, and Toxxic quickly follows suit… only to be caught and sent flying to the mat with a snap suplex by Stevens! The crowd goes nuts as Stevens rolls through, and as Toxxic gets up, Stevens grabs him and lifts him as if for a body slam. He holds Toxxic across his chest and drops to one knee, slamming the side of Toxxic’s chest down across his good knee with a ribbreaker! Toxxic hits the mat, and while lays there for a second, Stevens reaches over and tags in the Superior One! “And here we have two wrestlers who haven’t been in the ring recently taking advantage of their ring strategy to keep control of the match,” Comet notes. “The Superior Slam is maintaining its advantage by making sure to keep a fresh man in the ring at all times, which is clearly the intelligent thing to do.” “Either that, or neither of them can keep it up for more than fifteen seconds at a time,” Riley sighs. “This is just unfair. Besides, is Ordonez REALLY going to call a match fair when his boss is one of the wrestlers?” “I’ve never known Ced Ordonez to be wavered by power or hierarchy, Robert. Only by the prospect of free Sam Adams or NyQuil.” Grand Slam pulls Toxxic to the corner as Tom Flesher steps in between the ropes. He grabs Toxxic and, before the Straight-Edger can stop him, lifts him into position for a stalling vertical suplex. After holding Toxxic for a few seconds, Flesher leans forward, dropping the rookie wonder across the top rope stomach-first! The crowd cheers as Toxxic leans over the cable, holding his ribs. He starts to jump to the floor to catch his breath, but Stevens grabs him by the back of the head and throws him back into the ring! The fans applaud as Flesher leaps into the air and unleashes a vicious double-stomp on Toxxic’s back, then sits down on his lower spine and hooks his chin! Flesher slides forward, modifying the standard grip to fit his strategy. “The Superior Citizen locks in the camel clutch, sitting slightly forward of the usual position to increase the pressure on Toxxic’s ribs,” notes Comet. “The Straight-Edge Sensation is in pain, doubtless, and Flesher is hoping to set him up for the Seventh Inning Stretch.” Flesher leans back, trying to stress the rookie’s torso and force him to tap out, but Toxxic won’t be forced to give in that easily. Wanting the win, Flesher leans back even harder. Toxxic fights, trying to lean down onto the mat to ease the pressure. Flesher leans back again, and once again Toxxic forces himself down to the mat… so Flesher pushes his head down and flips forward with a Gedo clutch! The fans scream their approval as Ced counts ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! NO!!!!!!!! Toxxic kicks out, but is clearly not well. “Toxxic feels the aftereffects of the abuse on the part of Tom Flesher and Mark Stevens,” says Comet. “All this illegal double-teaming is giving me fits!” seethes Riley. “It’s like they’re not even giving Toxxic a chance to breathe!” “I believe that’s the idea, and there’s nothing illegal about it.” Flesher reaches up and tags Stevens, who enters the ring once again. He grabs Toxxic, who struggles to get away in order to tag Jimmy Liston. The Commissioner holds him, though, and spins behind, sending his arms up under his opponent’s and locking on a full nelson! The crowd screams its approval as Grand Slam fights to tighten the hold, but Toxxic struggles to reach the ropes! “Mark Stevens is looking for that Grand Slam, or possibly even the Double Play,” says Comet excitedly. “He’s much more powerful than Toxxic, but the Straightedge Sensation is fresh enough that he can fight his way to freedom.” Toxxic lunges for the ropes, but Stevens pulls him back to the center of the ring! Getting ready to hit the Grand Slam, he starts to arch his back… only to have Toxxic grab his head with both hands and quickly drop to one knee, nailing the Commissioner with a jawbreaker! Stevens staggers backwards, falling flat to the mat. The crowd boos, and before Stevens can regain any of his senses, Toxxic hooks his leg and makes the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!!!!! NO! Stevens kicks out! He still seems stunned, though, and as he rolls to his stomach, Toxxic drags him to the corner. He reaches out, tagging in Jimmy Liston and throwing Stevens into the turnbuckles. Grand Slam takes a couple of breaths before trying to force himself out of the corner, but Liston doesn’t miss a beat. As Stevens steps out of the corner, the Demon is waiting for him. With superb quickness, Liston pulls both of the Heavy Hitter’s arms up underneath his own and delivers a series of powerful headbutts right to the nose and forehead of the SWF Commissioner! “There goes Liston, Comet, delivering the Bloodlust and showing everyone why Stevens has been pushing papers instead of wrestling matches! He’s got no killer instinct left!” “I somehow doubt that, Bobbo!” But despite Comet’s vote of confidence, the Commissioner looks worse for wear as he stumbles away from Liston, who is a little stunned himself from ramming his head into Grand Slam’s several times. The Heavy Hitter sees Tom Flesher leaning over the ropes looking for the tag and starts to make his way across the ring, but Liston is just too fast. He moves behind Grand Slam just as the big man reaches for Flesher’s tag, missing it by mere inches as the Demon cinches in a waist-lock and throws Grand Slam backwards with a prime-time German Suplex! The Heavy Hitter is in agony on the mat, both hands cradling the back of his head. The Demon lives up to his billing, though, by attacking relentlessly. He pulls Grand Slam to his feet, delivers a sharp right hand to the Commissioner’s jaw, and then rockets him into the ropes! “He’s setting up for the Damnation, Comet!! I’ve been waiting for this moment since I got this gig! I get to call Grand Scam losing a match!” “Riley my friend, have you ever heard a saying about counting chickens?” Riley rolls his eyes. “I’m pretty sure Grand Slam’s going to get scrambled before the night’s through.” Liston looks for a fast kick to the gut, but Grand Slam still has the instincts he built up over years and years in the ring! He steps to the side as Liston slides by and reaches behind his head, hooking the Demon’s chin and dropping him to the mat with a hard falling neckbreaker!! With both men on the canvas, the crowd starts to get behind the Heavy Hitter, chanting “Grand Slam” over and over! Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushes himself up and starts to stagger to his corner where the Superior One is stretching out to reach for the tag! Liston sees Stevens get to his feet and knows he needs to stop the tag! He steps behind Grand Slam, grabs his arm and pulls, spinning him around right into a huge clothesline! Stevens flattens out, stunned by the blow. Liston grabs him by the leg and drags him back to the corner, where he tags Toxxic. “And after the beating Toxxic took in the other team’s corner, I’d be surprised if he’s not ready to give it all right back to Grand Slam,” Riley says. “This kid’s going to show the Commissioner that he’s not ready for another turn in the ring!” Stevens stands up, trying to move to the center of the ring, but Toxxic grabs him by the wrist. He pivots, whipping Grand Slam to the ropes. As Stevens staggers back to the center of the ring, Toxxic sidesteps him and hooks him in a reverse facelock. He drops to one knee, nailing Stevens with a reverse DDT onto the kneecap! Stevens, groggy, goes with Toxxic as he stands up again and spins fluidly, dropping to the mat with a picture-perfect diamond cutter! Stevens collapses to the mat, and the fans boo as Toxxic rolls over and covers him for ONE!!!! TWO!!!!!!! THRE- NO!!!!!! “Mark Stevens kicks out after taking the Detoxx combo,” Comet says. “I’m afraid that it doesn’t look good for the home team, Robert.” “Of course not. The ‘home team’ is a retired baseball player and a guy who hasn’t wrestled in a month.” Toxxic stands up, snagging Stevens by the wrist again. He turns once again, trying to repeat the Irish whip, but this time Grand Slam knows enough to reverse the motion and send Toxxic to the buckles instead! Toxxic, wearing a sickening grin, launches the attack he baited Stevens into. He springs to the top rope and twists, floating back at Stevens with a flying leg lariat! The Commissioner tries to catch him, but can’t avoid the blow! “Role Reversal!” shouts Riley. “He hit the Role Reversal, Comet! This one could be over!” Tenacious in looking for the pin, Toxxic hooks a leg and cradles Stevens for ONE!! TWO!!!!! THREE- Shoulder up!!!!!!!!! “Stevens, narrowly avoiding a fall, does not look good,” Comet says gravely as Tom Flesher leans over the top rope with a look of concern. “Perhaps tonight was not the night to step back into the ring, but Mark Stevens has the wrestling bug, Robert. He just can’t give it up.” “I have the wrestling bug too… I think I caught it when I was rooming with NTD.” Stevens, groggy, makes another attempt to stagger to the corner and tag Tom Flesher. It’s painfully transparent, though, and Toxxic easily stops him by hooking him by the back of his tights. He drags Stevens back to the heel corner and tags in Jimmy Liston. The Demon enters the ring as Toxxic whips Stevens to the ropes, setting Liston up with a perfect target! Liston reaches out to nail Stevens with a clothesline… but instinct kicks in again as Grand Slam snags the arms, ducks under, locks in the full nelson and lifts the Demon off his feet! The crowd goes nuts as the Heavy Hitter holds him there for a second, them sends him down hard, face first into the mat!! “Grand Slam!! Grand Slam!!” Comet screams. “The tag is imminent now!” And indeed it is as Stevens staggers one step further and makes the blazing hot tag as he drops to the mat! Seeing the inevitable, Toxxic enters the ring in hopes of containing Flesher’s rampage. The crowd pops like an overfilled balloon as Tom Flesher tears into the ring, catching a charging Toxxic with a massive palm strike that turns the youngster inside-out! Liston gets to his feet and charges Tom, only to eat another shotei as the Superior One is on fire! Toxxic rolls out of the ring as Tom lifts Liston off the mat. Irish whip into the ropes, bounce back, Flesher catches the Demon and tosses him head over heels with a picture-perfect Railgun Suplex!! Sensing the end is near, Flesher pulls the Demonic One off the mat and locks around his waist to set him up for the Ego Buster! The crowd goes absolutely wild! “No no no!! This isn’t how this is supposed to happen!” whines Bobby. “The young guys are supposed to use their youthful energy to beat the odds and rip the arms and legs off Flesher and Stevens! That’s how the story goes!” “But the story of Justice is oh so much different, Robert! It looks like Jimmy Liston is about to pay the price for Toxxic’s remarks on Storm last week!” “The story of Justice? You’re reaching, Comet…” “Yes, the Story of Justice, as told by Mark Stevens and Tom Flesher, checked out of the Library of the Universe week after week, while the Complete Anthology of Cockiness starring Liston and Toxxic sits, collecting dust.” “On the other hand, Stevens was pretty good on the stick,” Riley sighs. In the ring, Tom tightens his grip on Liston’s waist and takes a breath, but Toxxic is moving! The Straight-Edge Wonder jumps from mat to the top rope, springboards over a doubled-over Liston, catches Flesher around the chin and pulls him down to the mat hard with a modified Straight Edge! In spite of itself the crowd pops huge for the high-risk maneuver! “My God, Comet! Did you see that? Which orifice did the kid pull that little trick out of?” “Like him or not, you have to admit that Toxxic is just a spectacular performer!” “No kidding! I think we may be looking at a future World Champion here!” Toxxic pops back to his feet immediately, ready to inflict more damage on the Superior One much to the dismay of Referee Ordonez, but a large hand on his arm spinning him around stops him cold! “Grand Slam is up! The Heavy Hitter is in business again!” Toxxic looks a little surprised as Grand Slam drives his size twelve hard into the phenom’s gut, doubling him over!! To a massive pop from the Dayton fans, Mark Stevens spins his right hand over his head and signals for the Walk-Off! He pulls Toxxic in to standing head-scissors, hooks the arms, jumps back… WHAM!! “WALK-OFF! WALK-OFF! WALK-OFF!” Toxxic rebounds from the mat and hits the bottom rope, managing to roll himself under it and fall out of the ring like a sack of dead mice! Grand Slam stalks over to the ropes and bends over them, pointing at the Straight-Edger and informing him that this is his house! “Keep your eyes on the match, Commissioner!” “He’s as stupid as ever Comet! I love it!!” Behind Stevens, the Demon himself, Jimmy Liston gets to his feet, throws himself into the ropes to get up a head of steam! He barrels into the Heavy Hitter with a huge spear that sends him up and over the top rope where he lands hard on the unforgiving concrete! Totally satisfied with himself, the Demon turns back to finish off what is left of Tom Flesher only to find the Superior One on his feet! Without warning, Flesher sends a hard chop into Liston’s chest (Whoo!), then another (Whoo!). One more for good measure! (Whoo!) He grabs Liston by the arm and whips him had across the ring, but Liston reverses and sends Flesher into the ropes instead! Bounce back, Liston is looking for the spinebuster, but Flesher leaves his feet and delivers a massive, send-my-momma-a-card-I-might-cry-this-was-so-awesome Yakuza kick that drops the big man had to the mat! The crowd pops but knows something is coming so they hold their breath and wait… Flesher pulls a groggy Liston to his feet and smirks at the crowd. The crowd knows a cue when they hear one and they go completely insane as Tom wraps up Liston, springs to the top rope and delivers a powerful Ego Trip!! “Tom catches Liston sleeping and nails him with The Ego Trip! This match has to be over Bobby!” “No! This isn’t fair!” Liston hits the canvas hard! Tom drops on top of him, hooks the leg… ONE… “Toxxic’s up, Comet!!” TWO… Toxxic dives into the ring under the bottom rope, reaching for the ref trying to break up the pinfall… THREEEEEEEEE!!! But Grand Slam has him by the boot and drags him back out of the ring as the ref signals the timekeeper to ring the bell!! DING DING DING!! “Its over! What a match! Tom Flesher returns! Grand Slam comes back! And they win it! My God!!” On the outside of the ring, Toxxic lands on his feet in front of Grand Slam! The Heavy Hitter winds up for a skull-shattering punch, but the phenom brings his boot up and nails Grand Slam in the kneecap, causing the big man to stagger back and bend over, both hands flying to his wounded knee! Toxxic sees the opportunity and pulls Stevens into a standing head-scissors! As the crowd sends hate rolling down onto the young man, he jumps and spins, dropping the Commissioner to the hard concrete floor with a massive Toxxic Shock Syndrome!! “Justice is served! Grand Slam had no business getting involved in this match, and there are his just desserts!” “This is anything but justice, Bobby! Commissioner Stevens was doing what he thought was right! Toxxic had no right to attack him after the match was over!!” Tom sees Toxxic stand back up, hears the hate from the crowd and slides out of the ring behind Toxxic! But the Straight-Edge Punk is too fast for Tom as he grabs his belts and starts up the ramp with a sinister smile on his face. The Superior One kneels down next to Grand Slam, checking to see if he is OK. “I don’t care who pinned who Comet! Does Grand Slam look like a winner now or does Toxxic? That kid has a future here my friend, and it is a damn bright one if you ask me!” “I didn’t. And I won’t. All I’ll say is that I doubt this is over between Toxxic and Commissioner Stevens! There is no way he will take this lying down!” Bobby snickers. “Well Comet, that appears to be how he is taking it now…” “For now Citizen Riley, for now. And speaking of now, now it is time to go!” “Beautiful segue…” “Shush you. Goodnight SWF fans, and we will see you on Friday for Storm!” As the picture fades, the viewers at home see Grand Slam slowly sitting up and staring at the ramp, muttering something about, “That kid is going to pay…” === SWF Smarkdown, March 22, 2004. © MMIV White Apple Productions. All rights reserved. The Smarks Wrestling Federation: “Working Chicago-style, whatever that is.” -
SWF Smarkdown - March 22... erm, 23rd.
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As SWF Smarkdown returns from the commercial break, the time for hype has ended! However, no sooner has that time expired than the lights go out! “THIS MONSTER LIVES~” The crowd explodes~ and rise to their feet as the SWF World Heavyweight Champion makes his entrance, coming hrough the curtain with the title wrapped around his waist! Charlie Matthews takes his time getting to the ring, absorbing the fans’ cheers. “We’re back on SWF Smarkdown, fans,” Cyclone Comet announces, “but I’m not sure why Charlie Matthews is on his way out to the ring, as he’s not scheduled to wrestle tonight!” “Well, he said he wanted to get some time to speak, Comet, and this is his chance!” Bobby Riley responds with a grunt, “although I doubt he’ll have anything interesting to say.” Charlie reaches the ring and climbs up onto the apron, stepping through the ropes and walking over to Funyon and asking for his mircophone. Funyon complies with the champion, handing Grappler the stick as Matthews thanks Funyon and then turns towards the center of the ring. “Well, it seems as if I won’t be getting a chance to step in the ring tonight, fans.” Grappler’s opening sentence receives a round of boos from the crowd, although some stray cheers can be heard, likely from those who are still tired of the boring wrestling style of Matthews. “No, no, I’m glad, actually. I’d like to thank Commissioner Stevens a chance to take a breather. As some of you can probably imagine, winning the SWF World Title can take a lot out of you.” The boos are turned into cheers for the fan favorite champion, and a small grin crawls across the Grappler’s face. “And I really don’t care what anyone says, I think that Commissioner Mark Stevens is the best damn leader we could ask for in the SWF!” More cheers in recognition of Grand Slam. “Well, I don’t know if I’d agree with that,” Riley argues, “I was happy with King, myself!” “Commissioner Slam is an upstanding citizen, Robert, unlike that cheating and lying Suicide King!” “Blasphemy, you say!” “And speaking of those naysayers,” Matthews continues, interrupting the commentators, “I’d like to turn my attention to John Duran.” An amazing round of boos explodes from the mouths of the fans, and even Grappler seems a little surprised at the reaction from the live audience. “Yes, I know, I’m not a big fan of him, either. See, he considers himself the leader of the Unnamed, but after Terrence Bailey broke his neck, I must say that I’ve faced much more worthy opponents than John Duran!” Cheers, the crowd is absolutely eating up Grappler’s every word! “In fact, with his neck in that brace, John Duran is half the main that Va’aiga will ever be!” The crowd roars with approval for Grappler’s speech-- NO~ NO~ NOTORIOUS~ Spineshank’s “Synthetic” strikes up and Grappler looks towards the entranceway as the crowd is overcome with their hatred of John Duran and immediately begin to boo the SmarkTron showing Duran’s face and his “greatest hits,” as Duran doesn’t even step through the curtain! “Yeah!” Riley yells, “now we get to here another side of the story!” Grappler’s attention is turned fully to the entranceway as he stands at the edge of the ring closest to the big video screen, a smirk on his face waiting to burst out laughing looking at the Notorious One in the neck brace... “Where is Citizen Duran,” Comet wonders out loud. Comet gets his answer as Riley spots something. “Who’s that jumping over the barrier?” Riley points to his right as a man hops the barrier. Once he slides into the ring rather swiftly, the identity of this guardrail-jumping man is revealed... JOHN DURAN! “Turn around, Citizen Matthews!” Comet tries to warn the champion, but it is far too late as Duran sneaks up behind Charlie and puts him in an inverted fireman’s carry! “Synthetic” comes to an abrupt end but the boos rage on louder than ever! “Yes, yes, yes!” Riley is besides himself as he watches Duran lift Charlie Matthews up onto his shoulders! With a swing of his body, he sends the bulky frame of Matthews around the back of his shoulders and then drops down to the mat on his back, slamming the chin of Charlie against his shoulder and snapping the champion’s head back with a Blunt Force Trauma! “BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA!” Riley and Comet both yell in unison. Duran gets to his feet, taking his neck brace up and throwing it to the crowd as the boos do not cease, only getting louder as the Notorious One yells obscenities at the crowd and gives them a proud middle finger, moving his head from side-to-side to show that he’s better than ever! “Duran is back, he’s baaaaaack!” Riley is almost orgasmic in his glee, but Comet is not as cheerful. “I almost hoped that there would be some justice in this world and that Duran would remain with that neck brace on!” Duran turns around to Grappler on the ground and immediately begins to stomp away on the crowd, only inciting the crowd further and making the boos almost deafening inside the arena as the boots slam into Grappler’s head and neck, aggravating the pain from the Blunt Force Trauma! “Someone put a stop to this!” Comet demands as Riley cackles. Suddenly, the boos turn to a roar of cheers! “...What’s going on?” Riley wonders again. It’s Ann Onita! Grappler’s partner from the last show speeds down the aisle, and Duran notices her out of the corner of his eye and bails as Onita slides into the ring with her kendo sword and the Notorious One bails, generating a wicked amount of boos from the crowd once again as Duran escapes with a gnarled face, glaring at Ichiban as he moves around the ring out of the range of Onita and her kendo sword. Ann turns to check on the SWF Champion as Duran backs up the ramp, getting middle fingers from the crowd surrounding the entrance ramp. “What an unexpected appearance from Ann Onita! I can’t believe that she has come to the aid of the SWF Champion! This is awful!” “Citizen Onita has the honor to help out a former partner who was in desperate need of help, I don’t see how that is awful!” “You just don’t get it, Comet,” Riley finishes, giving up. The camera fades on Ann checking on the SWF Champion as the crowd cheers for Onita saving the day and the champion, Duran still escaping from the scene, healed and ready to roll. -
SWF Smarkdown - March 22... erm, 23rd.
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“We’re back,” pipes Cyclone Comet, “and we’re about to see a Tornado Tag Team match for the Tag Team Championship, between Wild and Dangerous and the challengers, the House of Todd! Robert, the last time these two teams met in the ring, it didn’t turn out well for the challengers!” “Well, Wild and Dangerous may have gotten the better of the House of Todd at From the Fire,” replies Bobby Riley, “through the help of a maneuver that should be declared illegal, I might add, but they’re not going to be so lucky here tonight; the House of Todd is looking for payback in a big way, particularly Todd Royal!” “Todd Royal wearing a soft neck brace last week on Lockdown,” adds Comet, “as a result of the elevated spike piledriver he suffered at the hands of the Tag Team Champions a couple of weeks ago! I don’t doubt that he’s got some issues that he’d like to settle with Wild and Dangerous, but you have to wonder how well he’s going to be able to contribute in a match like this!” “Don’t worry about Todd,” answers Riley. “After all, it was his will that he be pile-driven like that!” Comet cringes in irritation. “What the devil are you babbling about?” Without skipping a beat, Riley flips through his limited edition, autographed copy of the Book of Todd. “For it is written,” he begins reverently, “in Chapter Sixteen, Verse Fifteen of the Book of Todd, that the Lord our Todd must suffer through great injury and be stretchered out, and that he would return triumphantly three shows later to smite his oppressors!” Beneath his colored cowl, Comet’s eyebrows raise in disbelief. “Let me see that,” he barks, as he rips the Good Book away from Riley. “What in the… You just stapled this in here today!” “Blasphemer,” shouts Riley defiantly, as he snatches the Book back from Comet. “How dare you doubt the Word of Todd?” As the two announcers continue to bicker, stagehands begin to assemble bleachers at the top of the stage for Todd’s Angels, eliciting boos from the crowd. “What’s going on here,” asks Comet, as he turns his head in the direction of the noise, only to see Michael M. Smith step out from behind the curtain. “Oh no, what’s this clown doing out here?” “Michael M. Smith has every reason to be out here,” replies Bobby. “He’s just assembling the choir so that they can praise Todd; what’s wrong with that?” The lights slowly begin to dim as the full twenty-piece choir, wearing their House of Todd choir robes, walks out from backstage in a single-file line, and assembles to the left side of the stage. Comet looks askance at Riley as he begins to fidget excitedly in his seat. “Is something wrong with you, Robert?” “I’m just excited,” chimes Riley gleefully. “It’s time for Praise and Worship; this is my favorite part of the service! You know what this means, don't you? It's time for…” “Please, Bobby,” cringes Comet, “it's bad enough to have to hear these songs at all, let alone hear you sing, and let even further alone…” “Ladies and gentlemen,” bellows Funyon, “please welcome at this time, Todd's Angels, with special guest Michael M. Smith!” “Ugh,” groans Comet. “Can’t we get this guy deported or something?” “Will you be quiet, Comet,” pleads Bobby. “I don't want to have my Praise and Worship interrupted by your whining, like at From the Fire.” Smith stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, his hands on his hips, simply appalled by the reaction before stepping up to the microphone… but not before shaking his head in pity and shushing then with his finger. “Brothers and Sisters in Todd,” Michael begins warmly. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! “Now, now,” scolds Smith, “once again there is no reason to show such angst towards us, just because you don’t know the words to the Hymn that we are about to sing. As we have done once before, we have the words to this Hymn conveniently placed on this large screen behind us in large bold lettering. If you follow the bouncing Todd, you will know what word to sing at the correct time." SMITH SUCKS! SMITH SUCKS! “Oh my Todd,” cries Bobby. “Will you just listen to these fans? They're all over Smith like stink on (bleep)! Have they no respect?” “What do you expect them to do,” snaps Comet. “This man is antagonizing the crowd!” On the SmarkTron™ the title to the Hymn ‘How Great Todd Art’ is prominently displayed with an animated white dove flapping its wings underneath. Michael stands in front on the microphone stand waiting with a wide toothed grin for the taped music to start. But, as he removes the microphone from its stand and raises it to his lips… WHAM! Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous rush out from backstage to knock Smith over from behind! The Dayton fans cheer as Wild and Dangerous begin to beat Smith down, and cheer even louder as they notice the Champions wearing replica jerseys of the University of Dayton Flyers over their ring attire! Todd’s Angels begin to scramble, fleeing to the safety of the backstage area as Wild and Dangerous continue to kick Michael M. Smith across the stage! “This is an atrocity,” roars Riley. “What gives them the right to come out here and brutalize an innocent man like this? I mean, all poor Michael wanted to do was sing a song!” “I think that Wild and Dangerous have had enough of Michael M. Smith’s act,” replies Comet, as the Champions drag Smith all the way over to the edge of the stage. They pick him up over their heads and hold him over the edge, with the fans screaming their encouragement… WHAM! … But suddenly, Todd Royal and Landon Maddix run onto the stage, attacking the Champions from behind! Smith scurries to safety, blessing Todd’s name as the House of Todd begins assaulting Wild and Dangerous! “Praise Todd,” sings Riley. “I knew that the Savior wouldn’t want all these sins to continue unabated!” Todd takes control of Wildchild and Landon takes Johnny as the House of Todd go to work on the Tag Team Champions at the top of the ramp. Megan Skye stands about halfway down the ramp, jumping up and down excitedly to cheer her two men on as they continue to capitalize on their advantage. “That’s what you get for picking on a defenseless man,” crows Riley. “Now face the Wrath of Todd!” “The House of Todd would be well advised to get Wild and Dangerous into the ring,” says Comet. “They can’t win the Tag Team Titles outside the ring!” “Patience,” replies Bobby. “All in due time, Comet; this is all part of Todd’s divine plan!” BAM! SMASH! Todd and Landon beat their opponents all the way down the ramp to the ringside area, stopping intermittently to hammer them with fierce punches, or to slam them into the barricade. Upon reaching the ringside area, Maddix leads Johnny around the ring towards the opposing corner, grinding the Barracuda’s face viciously against the ring barricade for the full length of the ring! “Royal and Maddix have certainly taken the role of aggressors in this match,” notes Comet. “I’ve never SEEN them quite this vicious!” “Well,” answers Riley, “Can you blame them? After the way Wild and Dangerous treated them at the PPV, I should think that they have every right to come out here and take the fight to them!” BANG! BANG! Virtually simultaneously, Royal and Maddix slam their respective victim’s faces into the steel stairs outside the ring! They then each roll them underneath the bottom rope into the ring and climb onto the apron after them, enabling referee Eddy Long to finally signal the timekeeper to officially start the match. DING! DING! DING! Todd and Landon enter the ring and continue their assault, standing their respective victims up into the corners on opposing sides of the ring, and hammering away at their heads and chests with clubbing forearms. They glance back towards each other in order to decide upon their next action. Nodding in agreement, they each grab the wrist of their opponent and whip them towards the center of the ring, but Wildchild, his reflexes working overtime, leaps into the air on the dead run, and the Barracuda uses his superior strength to reverse Maddix… WHACK! … Sending the Disciple directly into a running dropkick from the Wildchild! “What an amazing reversal of fortune by Wild and Dangerous,” shouts Comet, as the fans cheer excitedly. “It looks like this match will be a good fight after all!” Todd rushes after Wildchild as he gets to his feet, but the Bahama Bomber steps to the side, and Johnny lowers his shoulder as the Messiah rushes in, scooping him into a fireman’s carry. Johnny steps out of the corner as the Human Hurricane runs towards the edge of the ring, and turns away from him as he bounces off the rope, falling backwards towards the canvas as Wildchild leaps up to grab Todd’s neck… WHAM! … Planting the Messiah with a Samoan Drop/neckbreaker combination! “Countdown,” shrieks Comet. “Who knows how much that may have hurt Royal’s already injured neck?” SMACK! As Wildchild gets to his feet, he walks right into a spinning wheel kick from the Cockroach! Maddix grabs Wildchild by the hair and pulls him to his feet, leading him over to the edge of the ring and throwing him over the top rope! Failing however to notice that the Caribbean Cruiser has landed on his feet outside the ring, Landon turns back towards the ring to locate Johnny Dangerous… THWACK! … And the Barracuda lifts him up in a bearhug, spinning him around to face the crowd, and dropping his neck on the top rope! “Stun Gun,” shouts Comet. “Johnny Dangerous got Maddix with that Hotshot-like maneuver!” Wildchild surreptitiously slides back into the ring as the Barracuda lifts Landon’s legs off the mat. He stretches the Disciple horizontally across the top rope as Wildchild bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air… WHAM! … Flying over Johnny’s head and crashing into Landon’s back with the Slam Dance! “Slam Dance,” shouts Comet, as Wildchild shoves Maddix off of the ropes. “Wild and Dangerous are on fire! The House of Todd has lost all of the advantage that they’d built up at the start of the match!” Royal sneaks up behind the Barracuda as Wildchild steps out onto the ring apron, and smashes him in the back with a clubbing double axe-handle. Turning Johnny around to face him, the Messiah grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring, but Johnny reverses, sending Todd into the ropes instead. The Barracuda lowers his head to deliver a backdrop, but Royal easily evades him with a running leapfrog… CRACK! … Only to be blasted in the face by Wildchild, who explodes from the ring apron to the top rope and back into the ring, nailing Todd with a flying elbow smash! “What quick thinking by the Wildchild,” exclaims Comet. “Todd Royal though that he had the situation under control, but Wildchild came off the top rope to hit that elbow before he even knew what was going on!” The Human Hurricane bounces to his feet excitedly and he and Johnny wave their arms up and down to pump up the fans! They then remove the basketball jerseys and toss them into the crowd, where the Dayton faithful clamor to get their hands on them. Wildchild pulls Landon to his feet and leads him towards the center of the ring, grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him back towards the edge of the ring. Johnny appears beside him as the Disciple bounces off the ropes, and they each loop an arm underneath those of the challenger, snatching him up off of the ground… WHAM! … And slamming him into his partner’s chest with a double-hiptoss! “Nice double-hiptoss by the champions,” says Comet, as Wild and Dangerous turn ninety degrees to face the other edge of the ring. Johnny grabs Wildchild by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes, but the Bahama Bomber quickly spins around on his heel and sends his partner in instead. “What do you suppose is going on here,” asks Comet, as Johnny bounds off the ropes. Wildchild bends down to shoot the single-leg as his partner draws near and lifts him up off of the canvas, sending him sailing through the air as he falls backwards… SPLASH! … And crashing into Landon and Todd yet again, this time with a flapjack-body splash! “Tremendous maneuver by Wild and Dangerous,” screams Comet. “And that’s one of the things that makes them so effective as a tag team! They’re not afraid to put their own bodies in jeopardy to inflict damage on their opponents!” “That’s not what wrestling is about,” snaps Riley in response. “Those two are a black eye on this noble profession! The sign on the marquee says ‘wrestling,’ Todd damn it, not ‘circus,’ or ‘stuntman exhibition!’ These two are setting bad examples for the kids that are going to come after them, and some poor schmuck is going to get himself killed trying to be like THESE two schmucks! That’s why we need a team like the House of Todd, whom the kids can really look up to and praise, to become the new Tag Team Champions! And mark my words, Comet; before the cock crows, the referee’s hand will strike three times, proclaiming Royal and Maddix to be victorious! So it is written in the Book of Todd; so it shall be done!” Wildchild and Johnny pull Maddix off of Royal and to his feet, each grabbing him by a wrist and once again whipping him towards the edge of the ring. The Tag Team Champions suddenly thrust their legs into the air as the Disciple bounces off of the ropes… CRACK! … Blasting him in the face with a double-superkick! The fans erupt as Maddix falls backwards through the ropes and out to the floor! “Chicklet Buster,” shrieks Comet. “They just took Maddix out of this contest!” Johnny and Wildchild hold their arms above their heads and cross them together before pumping them up and down rapidly. The fans seem unsure of what this means until the Barracuda pulls Todd to his feet and traps him in a front facelock as he directs Wildchild to head out onto the ring apron. Wildchild turns to face the crowd as Johnny casually tosses Royal’s hand over the back of his neck to set up a vertical suplex. “Oh my word,” moans Comet. “It appears that Wild and Dangerous is attempting to perform that super spike piledriver that they used to retain the titles at From the Fire! The last time they did this, Todd ended up in a neck brace! If they hit it again, he could be paralyzed for life!” “Someone has got to stop this,” squeals Riley. “Surely there must be some Divine intervention to save Todd!” As Johnny prepares to lift the Messiah, Megan leaps onto the apron, gesturing frantically to attract Johnny’s attention, but only serves in getting the attention of referee Eddy Long. Long admonishes her to leave the ring apron, and Wildchild points her out to his partner. Johnny, nonplussed by the situation, casually yells, “Eh, fuck her,” and continues to lift Todd into the air. Wildchild leaps onto the top rope and prepares to spring into ring… … When Landon Maddix, in a desperate attempt to protect his Savior, leaps onto the ring apron behind Wildchild and pushes the top rope out from underneath his feet, causing the Tropical Tumbler to fall backwards outside the ring… CRUNCH! … And land on the back of his head on the padded arena floor! Johnny drops Royal and immediately rushes to the edge of the ring to check on his partner, who is lying motionless outside the ring. “Oh my GOD,” shrieks Comet. “Did you see what Maddix just did? He could have broken Wildchild’s neck right there!” “Praise Todd,” sighs Riley. “Todd’s Will prevails yet again! Landon Maddix comes to the aid of our Lord Todd, striking down the heathen Wildchild, and shifting the momentum of this match back in favor of the House of Todd!” In a state of rage, Johnny grabs Maddix by the neck and dangles him over the edge of the ring, trying to squeeze the life out of him… WHAM! … Buying Todd the time he needs to sneak up behind the Barracuda and wrap his arms around his waist, popping his hips as he jerks Johnny off the mat and backwards, dropping him on his head with a devastating German suplex! “Beautiful German by Todd,” admires Riley, as Todd rolls over onto his stomach. “Now that’s what wrestlers are supposed to do, Comet!” “But does Todd still have enough left to capitalize on it,” wonders Comet. Todd pulls himself to his knees as Landon crawls underneath the bottom rope to return to the ring. The Disciple helps his Savior to His feet, and Royal looks at him with an approving nod. They walk over to Johnny and pull him to his feet… BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! … Using a series of rapid-fire punches to force him back to the edge of the ring. The challengers each grab one of his arms and whip the Barracuda’s arms and whip him across the ring. Johnny rebounds, and the House steps in looking to land a double clothesline… but Johnny ducks down at the last second and blows past, heading to the ropes directly behind the House of Todd! He leaps into the ropes as he turns his back to them and just as Megan Skye reaches up and pulls the top rope down, causing Johnny to go tumbling out of the ring… WHAM!! … And slam face first into thinly padded concrete floor! “What a dumb ass,” crows Riley. “He’s a Secret Agent and yet he can’t even tell where the ropes are at!” “It’d help if Megan Skye wasn’t there pulling them down,” Comet retorts. “And this isn’t the first time tonight she has tried to involve herself with this match!” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Bobby. “I didn’t see a thing; Johnny simply fell out of the ring.” Eddy Long rushes towards the edge of the ring, scolding Megan once more for her actions and threatening to remove her, but she innocently throws her arms up as if she had nothing to do with it. “Well at least the Referee seems to have seen something,” notes Comet. “He hasn’t seen a Todd damn thing; he’s just trying to act like he’s in the know.” Before Long can say anything else, Todd slides out of the ring and cuts loose with a series of vicious stomps into Johnny’s back just as the Barracuda had begun to push himself off the floor! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! And as the stomps rain down on Johnny, the boos come roaring out from the crowd! “If these people think that’s going to put a damper on this party, their seriously deluded,” quips Bobby, as Landon slides out too and adds a few kicks of his own! Reaching down and grabbing a handful of Johnny’s slick black mane, Landon pulls the Barracuda to his feet with Todd throwing in a few quick jabs just to keep Johnny subdued. Maddix grabs Johnny by his wrist and steps forward, whipping Johnny across the floor… CRACK! … And right into the steel post! Johnny’s head bounces of the ring post like a well-aired basketball, sending him staggering backwards as Todd rushes past then comes charging back towards the Secret Agent and SLAMS his arm into Johnny’s neck! “Oh,” shouts Bobby, “and the House of Todd is completely decimating the Barracuda! We’re going to be crowning new Tag Champs tonight for sure!” “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch,” says Comet, “this match is far from over yet as the House of Todd will still have to deal with the likes of the Wildchild… and speaking of the devil, he’s crawling back into the ring now.” Sure enough, the Bahama Bomber has made it back into the ring, but not without grabbing the attention of the Savoir and His Disciple, who both quickly slide back into the ring, looking much like a pack of hungry dogs ready to pounce on their prey! “Yeah, but look at him,” says Bobby, “Wildchild must have come down even harder on his neck than I originally suspected… he’s holding onto it rather dearly.” But suddenly the Bahaman rushes forward and peppers Todd’s face with a series of right hands, much to the joy of the crowd! BAP! BAP! BAP! He then quickly spins around and slams the corner of his elbow into the side of Landon’s head, just as the Cockroach moves in to intercept and knocks him flat on his back! “Wildchild’s fighting for his life in there,” roars Comet, “and not letting that bruised neck slow him down or stop him from grasping a firm hold on the victory!” Dashing across the ring, Wildchild lets his hand go to his neck with the spare second he has and work the kink out, but the distraction lets his concentration slip, for even the slightest moment, and of course Todd Royal is there to take advantage! As the Bahama Bomber bounces off the ropes he swings out his foot for a leg lariat, but the Savoir ducks under and pops up from behind, reaching around and grabbing onto Wildchild’s neck… WHAM!! … And pulls him down with a quick Neck-Breaker! “Perhaps we were a little too quick on that neck comment eh, Comet,” says Bobby, jabbing the Masked Crusader in the side with his elbow. “And I don’t think the House of Todd is going to forget about that tender spot, either!” “I suspect Todd wouldn’t, especially,” says Comet. “His neck couldn’t even take as much abuse as the Wildchild’s could.” Todd floats over Wildchild and hooks the leg, reeling back on it with a cover as Landon gets back to his feet and watches on with greedy anticipation for the titles that are about to be his! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! “A two count for the House of Todd,” says Comet. “It’s going to take more than that to keep Citizen Child down!” “Once again, Comet,” says Bobby, with an exasperated tone. “If Todd wanted the match to end right there He would have; it was His will for Wildchild to kick out at that point.” Rolling over onto his knees, Wildchild grits down on his teeth as the pain begins to flow from his neck. One hand reaches up instinctively to gently massage it until Todd smacks it away and grabs the Caribbean Cruiser by his head, forcefully jerking him to his feet and then slapping on a front facelock! Todd slings Wildchild’s arm over his shoulder then reaches down and grabs hold of the Bahaman’s waistline… then Landon takes the other side, dangling Wildchild’s arm over his shoulder and grabbing a chunk of the Caribbean Cruiser’s waist. Bobby taps his sacred Book of Todd and nods at Comet as if to say ‘I told you so’ as Landon and Todd take Wildchild off his feet and slam him just as quickly down into the mat with a Double Snap Vertical Suplex! WHAM!! “And we have a cover,” shouts Bobby. ONE! TWO! T-NOOOOO! “Kick out just after two,” exclaims Comet. “They’re getting closer by the minute, though.” “Absolutely,” agrees Riley. “Wildchild needs to quit trying to avoid the inevitable and just stay down. He’s just going to bring more of Todd’s wrath down on him, and he is already in a bad way!” Royal grabs Wildchild by the hair and drags him over to the edge of the ring as Johnny pulls himself to his feet outside the ring, laying his throat across the middle rope. Landon distracts the referee as the Messiah runs across the ring to bounce off the ropes… But the Barracuda slides back into the ring and scrambles to his feet before Todd rebounds… CRACK! … Thrusting his foot sharply through the air to blast him with a Johnny Kick! “Johnny Kick,” shouts Comet, as Todd collapses to the mat. “By Thor’s Hammer, what a Johnny Kick!” Landon quickly turns around, astonished to see his Savior lying on the canvas, and Johnny standing before him. Enraged, He rushes at the Barracuda, blasting him in the face with a barrage of punches that force him back against the edge of the ring. Grabbing him by the wrist, Maddix whips Johnny across the ring and leaps into the air as he rebounds off the ropes, wrapping his legs around the Barracuda’s neck and arching backwards, taking him over in a beautiful rana! “But that’s why Todd Royal has a Disciple,” chimes Riley, as Maddix helps Todd to his feet. “Those two move like a well-oiled machine, and you’re about to see some tag team wrestling at its finest!” Todd and Landon pull Johnny to his feet and each grab an arm, whipping him back across the ring… WHAM! … But the Barracuda raises both arms as he explodes off the ropes, knocking both men down with a double-clothesline! Wildchild begins to recover and the crowd’s cheers increase in intensity as Johnny pulls Todd to his feet and leads him across the ring, tossing him over the top rope, but the Messiah lands on his feet on the apron! Johnny continues forward to finish what he started… WHACK! … But the quick-thinking Royal locks his hands behind Johnny’s head and drops off of the apron, clotheslining the Barracuda on the top rope! Johnny staggers backwards towards the center of the ring as Royal climbs back onto the apron… BANG! … And Maddix spins him around, trapping him in a front facelock before kicking his leg out and dropping the Barracuda face-first into the canvas with a Snap DDT! “Beautiful DDT by Landon Maddix,” cries Riley, as Royal applauds from the apron… SMACK! … But before he can react, Wildchild runs over to the Savior and delivers a kneelift to his midsection that nearly knocks him back off the apron! Todd is barely able to grab onto the top rope to keep himself from falling, and the Human Hurricane takes advantage of his compromised position, leaping fearlessly over the top rope and grabbing hold of Royal by his waistline as he flies by, pulling him backwards off the apron… WHAM! … And down to the thinly padded floor with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “Oh,” Comet winces at the impact, as Wildchild leans back against the ring apron. “That was a brutal takedown by the Wildchild!” “How can he do that to Todd,” whines Riley. “Doesn’t he know that it’s a mortal sign to take Todd in vain?” Johnny still out, Landon rises to his feet and runs over to the edge of the ring, leaning through the ropes and grabbing Wildchild by the hair, pulling him back into the ring. BAM! BAM! BAM! Maddix hammers Wildchild in the face before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring, leaping off the mat in anticipation of Wildchild rebounding off the ropes, but the Tropical Tumbler grabs onto the top rope to stop his momentum, staring face-to-face with the Disciple as Johnny begins to recover beside him. Wildchild takes a step closer to the center of the ring, placing the Johnny behind him, and the fans begin to chant in anticipation of what they think may become the final showdown: LET’S GO, DUB-CEE! LET’S GO! CLAP! CLAP! LET’S GO, DUB-CEE! LET’S GO! CLAP! CLAP! LET’S GO, DUB-CEE! LET’S GO! CLAP! CLAP! LET’S GO, DUB-CEE! LET’S GO! CLAP! CLAP! “Looks like we’ve got a standoff here,” says Comet, as Wildchild continues to look across the ring at Landon, snarling and gnashing his teeth, all while clandestinely just trying to buy a little more time for his partner to get back to his feet. Growing increasingly impatient, Landon finally charges Wildchild, raising his arm to deliver a wild punch, but the Bahama Bomber easily ducks underneath, and emerges behind him. Maddix stops himself from continuing on towards the ropes, however, as Johnny suddenly pops back to his feet in front of him! Startled, the Disciple turns back towards the center of the ring… CRACK! … And walks right into a shuffling sidekick from Wildchild! Maddix staggers backwards the edge of the ring, into the waiting arms of the Barracuda, who scoops him up into a torture-rack position before spinning around and planting him into the canvas with an: “MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII… ” SA-LAAAAAM!! Landon is absolutely DRILLED into the mat, neck and shoulders first with Johnny’s devastating finisher, grabbing an enormous pop from the crowd! Johnny stays lying on his back for a moment, then suddenly jumps back to his feet and stalks over towards the heap of a mess formerly known as Landon Maddix and drops down for a cover. As expected, Long slides in to count… … But his attention is diverted when Megan Skye hops up on the apron to force her way into the ring. Long quickly leaps back to his feet and rushes to the side of the ring to block Megan from getting inside… however it doesn’t stop the crowd from counting for the referee: ONE! TWOOO! THREEEE! “If only Referee Long would have made that count,” grumbles Comet. “Damn that woman’s constant interference!” “Leave her be,” snaps Bobby. “She’s just doing her job; which is to make sure Todd’s Will comes into fruition… and I think she’s doing a damn fine job at it!” “Well if its Todd’s Will, then He can rise himself up off the floor and come care of His business himself,” replies Comet. Johnny finally takes note of the referee’s absence having not heard a bell ring, and pops up to his feet. Seeing the disturbance, he stomps over towards the edge of the ring, admonishing Eddy Long for not making the count and even more so towards Megan Skye for causing the ruckus! “Come on, Ref,” pleads Comet. “Remove her from ringside!” Unknown to Johnny, however, Landon begins to crawl to his feet having received enough time to piece himself back together, and slowly crawls over towards Johnny. Realizing Maddix’s positing, Wildchild suddenly blurts out, “WATCH OUT, JOHNNY!” … But before the Barracuda has the chance to even register the warning he finds himself on the wrong end of a textbook schoolboy roll up! Megan quickly points out the pin fall to the referee, who drops to his knees and begins to count, even as the Bahama Bomber rushes across the ring to break up the pinfall. Megan gleefully watches in anticipation, Wildchild out of her field of vision, bobbing up and down on her heels and clapping her hands together! ONE! TW— CRACK! “Nice save by Wildchild,” relays Comet. “Maddix didn’t make sure that he was out of position before trying to get the pin there!” Frustrated, Maddix gets to his feet and steps towards Johnny again… WAP! … But he is pelted in the back of the head by a hard right from Wildchild! The Disciple staggers forward… WAP! … Only to be met a second time by Johnny, who swings out his fist and slams it straight into Landon’s kisser! WHAM! Wild and Dangerous merge on Landon, jabbing him with punch after punch, and beating him across the ring into the ropes with Megan still standing on the apron only shouting for Landon to fight back! Johnny, finally having heard enough steps away from Landon and strolls right up to Megan. “You want to be in this match so bad,” roars Johnny, as he grabs Megan by the back of her head. “Then come on in!” And with that, he pulls her over the top rope, flipping her into the ring to an enormous pop from the crowd! “OH MY TODD,” cries Bobby. “Johnny Dangerous has just lost his mind!” “The hell he has,” snaps Comet. “Megan seems to want to be in the match so bad, and she has interfered constantly! It’s high time that Wild and Dangerous dealt with her!” Megan scurries across the mat, trying to make her escape as Johnny stalks her down, but Landon growls in anger and rushes in with an elbow smash, blasting the Barracuda in his forehead! CRACK! Johnny is dropped to one knee, and Landon bolts for the ropes while Johnny cradles the side of his head… WHAM! … But as the Cockroach turns to make his dash he runs smack into a dropkick from the Bahama Bomber! “Missile Dropkick by the Wildchild,” calls Comet, as Maddix flops to the mat. “I think Landon might have forgotten that he was even there!” “Johnny,” calls Wildchild, pointing his fingers towards the turnbuckle. Johnny nods towards his partner, and heads towards the turnbuckle as Wildchild heads to the opposing one. “Here it comes,” shouts Comet, the fans rising in anticipation and loudly cheering. “Wild and Dangerous have decided to take this one on home!” Wildchild leaps from one turnbuckle, rotating his body forward and pumping his arms and legs together to execute a shooting-star frog splash, as Johnny leaps from the opposite turnbuckle, twisting his body around and extending his leg… WHAM! … And smashes into Landon with a corkscrew leg drop precisely as Wildchild lands the shooting-star frog splash! “Extinction Level Event!” shouts Comet, “This match is over; it’d take the Hulk to kick out of that one and incredible it would be!” Wildchild drops down over Landon and Johnny dog piles on top. Once more Long drops to count… ONE! TWOOOO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! “They’ve done it,” cheers Comet, as “Y.O.U.” begins to pound out from the speakers, though hardly audible with the roar of cheers coming from the crowd! “Wild and Dangerous wins with the Extinction Level Event!” Eddy Long retrieves the Tag Team Title belts from the ringside assistant, then glides over towards Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous, handing them back their belts before grabbing an arm of each man and raising it in victory. “The winners of this bout,” announces Funyon, jumping up from his seat, “and STIIIIIL the SWF Tag Team Champions of the WOOOOORLD… WILD! AAAAAND DAAAAANGEROUUUUUUUUSS!!!!” “What an absolute outrage,” declares Bobby, throwing his Book down in disgust. “This goes against everything that was written in the Book of Todd.” “Perhaps it’s about time you tossed that book out, Citizen Robert,” Comet replies. “I don’t think it’s *ever* come through on anything… Besides if you want to lay the blame on someone, lay it on Megan Skye!” “How can you say such things, Comet,” snaps Bobby. “Look at her, she might not make it through the night! She’s already pretty shaken up and you’re going to try and add a pound of guilt on top of that.” “Relax,” answers Comet, “she’ll be fine. Had she not been so adamant about trying to constantly interfere she might not have found herself in such a position, and the House of Todd might have done even better without her cheating!” “Feh to that, I say.” “Well, we still have one more match to go. Coming up next, Citizens; Toxxic and Jimmy Liston take on the returning Tom Flesher and a *mystery* partner of Tom’s choosing.” “Hmph! If the mystery partner doesn’t turn out to be Michael Craven than I’m going to be severely disappointed,” says Bobby, quite crossly. “We’ll I seriously doubt that, but we’ll all find out exactly who it is when we return, so stay tuned, we’ll be right back!” As we: FADE OUT -
SWF Smarkdown - March 22... erm, 23rd.
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SWF Smarkdown - March 22... erm, 23rd.
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Flanked by a SWF cameraman stands the reigning SWF Cruiserweight Champion Alan Clark. Sitting on top of a waste receptacle Clark looks about the unquestionably clean street with a bemused expression. Silently strumming away on his acoustic guitar, Clark tightens the strings up by the head of the instrument before turning his concentration back to plucking away. With clearly no actual song in mind, Clark just continues to jam like the shoeless hippie that he is until he is finally interrupted by a call from across the street. “Howdy there Alan,” starts the Southern twang of the SWF United States champion Coy West as he comes into view of the television camera. “Hey Coy,” calls out the Cruiserweight as he hops off the top of the trash can. “You ready to bring the rage and conflict and… your kids?” Trailing behind the Coyote follows the pack of urchins that live in the RV that Coy drives around the country and beyond with his wife by his side. Speaking of which, Vera is also oddly in attendance as she starts to wipe a bit of the muck from off one of their faces. The family West stares about the street where these people have gathered as Alan limbers up to Coy and grabs him around the shoulder. Pulling Coy away from his family, Alan mutters loud enough for the camera to pick up, “Coy. Your kids?” “Yeah,” answers Coy obviously not understanding the question, “they are all mine. I was a little worried about the first one, but blood tests provided by the kind folks at Jerry Springer clearly proved…” “No Coy. Why are they here? I mean if we’re going to be having a street fight and bleed all over each other and everything do you really want to let the urchins see this sort of thing up close?” “Oh THAT,” returns Coy, “well first off they had a hell of a time watching that alligator bite the crap out of me a few years ago. That’s kind of scary to be honest. But secondly, I don’t think things are going to be all that violent anyway.” Alan simply gapes at the unconcerned redneck, “What you talking about Coy? Grand Slam wanted us to settle the split we had last week. Christ he ordered a street fight for the love of Pete.” “But he didn’t say what street!” “Does it really matter what street you decide to fight on?” “Of course it does! Christ you try having a fight on Martin Luther King Avenue. All the drug dealers get really pissed off about that sort of thing.” Alan just shakes off that mental image as he has done for just about everything “So where are we then? You didn’t tell me where to go, just how to get here.” “Exactly.” “I feel like I fell into the middle of one of those wacky British sitcoms that don’t make any sense. What does that have to do with anything?” “It has a lot to do with everything. Hey kids, can you tell me how to get?” The three children explode together, “HOW TO GET!” Alan’s eyes widen in horror, “Oh you have to be kidding.” “HOW TO GET TO SEASAME STREET!” scream the kids in the off beat way that children sing. “That’s right,” laughs Coy as he grabs Alan around the shoulder and gives him a manly sort of hug, “its going to be a Sesame Street Fight! Look I got a referee and everything.” From off screen comes a high and distinctive laugh of, “AH! AH! AH!” Alan just continues to shake his head, “I do believe that I have gone completely insane.” Sliding into view with only his upper half of his body extending into frame ‘walks’ PBS superstar and counting vampire puppet The Count. “HELLO Coy and Alan! AH! AH! AH! There is ONE WRESTLER! TWO WRESTLERS! TWOOOO WRESTLERS! AH! AH! AH!” Alan just continues to stare at the puppet before looking down and out of frame. This obviously does not seem to sit well with the referee. “HEY!” shouts The Count as his face … well stays the same. He’s a puppet after all. “Don’t be looking down there for any reason Mister. I will so … count a lot. You don’t want me to count anymore do you1! DOOOOOO YOU!” Alan shakes his head with a look of someone slapped down by that mean English teacher that would throw erasers at you, “No.” “Damn right,” calls out The Count as he points at the obviously flustered rocker. “I may be made of felt but I will so kick your ass ONE TIME! TWO TIMES! THREE TIMES! FOUR TIMES! FOUR TIMESSSSS! AH! AH! AH! If you give me any sort of trouble! You hear me you hippie!” The count wanders off a bit as Alan meanders over to Coy, “I’ll get you for this. I will so make you pay.” “Well we are scheduled to fight in like a few seconds,” West happily reminds his opponent. Meanwhile, Coy’s wife and children wander over to Mr. Hooper’s Newsstand to hang out and learn about basic shapes and such. But quite frankly, Alan is about ready to kick Coy up and down the street for a few months after being subjected to this family-friendly stupidity. Pulling his guitar strap over his head, Alan sets his axe aside and starts to rub his wrists in the hopes of bashing Coy in the face really, really soon. “Ready,” laughs Coy with the dumbest damn look on his face you ever did see. Alan narrows his eyes as he looks deep into the soul of himself for the anger ever wrestler needs in order to nearly maim someone. Finding that inner time that a bully stepped on his favorite G. I. Joe, Alan answers Coy’s very pointed question with the firm resolution of, “Okay.” “You sure?” answers Coy as he looks about as though he expected a completely different answer. “Yes,” replies Alan as he starts to stretch his legs back and forth a bit. Obviously whatever Coy had in mind that would lead to him bowing out of the battle to come is simply not in play. “Huh,” Coy grasps as he looks about in a bit of a confusing way. “Why wouldn’t I be?” replies Clark as replaces that look of determination with the look of confusion that was there only a moment before. “Because of your crippling PUPPET PHOBIA!” shouts Coy with a look of complete insanity. The jarring force of which actually knocking Alan back on his heels for a moment before the Cruiserweight Champion hunches forward yet again with the question we all are pretty much asking. “What the hell are you talking about?” demands Clark as he rubs his hand across his forehead as a mammoth migraine threatens to cut him down in the prime of life. West looks at Clark with a raised eyebrow, “You have CPP: Crippling Puppet Phobia. I saw it on your web site.” “You have web access?” “Sure. I have DSL into my laptop. I have to block a whole lot of sites though because of the kids. Who knew that Bailey would have so many links to naked animal babes?” Alan shakes his head loose of that happy little thought, “Coy… I honest have no idea what in the name of sweet zombie Jesus about which of what you speak. I mean about the CPP, I think everyone knows about Bailey by now.” Coy wrings his hands together as he speaks; “You don’t have to hide anymore Alan. You can let your fear out and embrace it. CPP is nothing to be ashamed of. Fear is nothing to be ashamed of. Look at me, I’ve scared of ceiling fans ever since I saw Willy Wonka.” Alan replies, “Oh I know, that scene where they had to burp so they would stop floating or they would be cut into little pieces. Gives me the damn shivers. I couldn’t sleep for days after I saw that movie.” “Creepy shit. And those damn midgets made me think that they ate human brains for lunch and dinner.” “You ain’t kidding. And babies for breakfast damn scary movie.” Coy puts a hand on his temple, “But you aren’t at all scared of puppets?” Clark puts up a finger as if to confirm only to bring back down to his side, “Not really. I mean The Count intimidated me a little there but I think I might be over it.” Coy punches himself in the side of the head as if to clear out all the data on monster trucks, “Damn it. I know someone is scared of puppets. Who was that? Was it Dace?” “No,” pipes up Alan with a helpful tinge in his voice, “Dace is only scared of commitment.” “Johnny Dangerous,” questions The Coyote with a hand across his jaw. “Trout,” adds Alan helpfully. “Trout? Are you serious? … That’s really kind of lame.” “I know right! Why the hell would you be sacred of trout? Ceiling fans, now that is a reasonable fear.” “Right. But I am sure that I know someone is scared of puppets.” Clark looks Coy deeply in the eyes for a moment, “… Are sure its not you?” West thoughtfully puts a hand to his temple, “You know it really could be me. Count?” “Yes?” responds the bored puppet vampire as he looms over towards Coy. “AHHHHHHHH!” “It is you,” laughs Alan as he points over at Coy with a huge smile across his face. “Crap.” “Yeah you sure did pick the wrong place for this thing,” remarks Alan as he walks about the street for a moment or two, “But on the plus side. No ceiling fans.” The Count clearly has had enough of this particular brand of nonsense; “Will you two girls just fight already?” Alan and Coy just stare over at The Count, “…” “ Oh for the love of Ernie,” grumbles The Count, “ONE GIRL! TWO GIRLS! TWOOOO GIRLS! AH! AH! AH! There! I hope you are happy. Now start with the mindless violence.” “Hey!” calls out Alan Clark; “Do we tell you how to do your job?” “You just did!” calls out the angry puppet. Coy looks through his teary and scared eyes, “Well… crap you have us caught us in that logical trap.” “Yes he did,” agrees Clark. The Count sighs again at the two wrestlers standing side by side, “Well then… fight?” “Oh right!” Together both men slam together into a tackle and begin to punch and push away at each other as The Count looks on with a sadistic glee. West uses his superior and panicked strength to get the better of the exchange and knock his opponent backward into the alley from which Clark was initially waiting. Punching Clark across the head one last time knocks West backward and ends up rocking his back against a couple of trashcans. West comes walking into range only to have Clark grab one of the closer cans and fling it right at the USJL Champion and knock him flat to the ground. “CHRIST!” comes a gruff voice out of seemingly no where. “What was that?” asks Clark as West rubs his gourd after having a metal trashcan bouncing off his face. “It was me!” shouts the voice as a familiar green puppet makes his presence known as he pops his head out from the can now on its side. “Can one of you mental patients set my house right side up again.” “Alan?” asks Coy with a tinge of fear still in his voice. “Please?” “What’s his riff?” asks Oscar the Grouch as he puts a hand underneath his head. “CPP,” replies Alan as he sets Oscar’s garbage can back on its proper side. “He’s a communist?” asks The Grouch as he straitens himself out. “He has Crippling Puppet Phobia,” answers Clark as though everyone should know exactly what that acronym would mean. “So he’s a girl?” asks Oscar the Grouch as he continues to shuffle his hands around in the can, trying to straiten whatever it is down there up once again. “A big honking girl,” replies The Count as he keeps a deep eye on the little cut on West’s forehead that was opened up on his head when the garbage can collided with his face. “Not that the other one is high on the testosterone.” “Oh yeah,” chuckles Oscar as he comes out of the garbage can fully and props his head up on his hand. “I bet they couldn’t handle even the smallest of my… uh pieces of garbage.” “What? What the hell do you have in there?” asks Clark as West continues to cower a bit. “Garbage… its just garbage.” Alan saddles over to the garbage can and reaches into the dark nether regions as Oscar continues to struggle to keep Clark out of his can. But it seems that all those efforts are in vain as Clark yanks whatever it is free of the can with a vial in hand. Backing away from the can as Oscar continues to grumble at the loss. Revealing that it was a vial of some sort of powder, Clark looks closely at the substance and reads the label. “Anthrax?” Oscar begins to shout, “Look so I have a hobby! Is it so wrong to create biological weapons for the express purpose of terrorism? Honestly, it’s not like I ever … well there was that one time with Elmo. But come on! It was Elmo! Who likes Elmo? Nobody! So what is a little Anthrax?” Wandering over to the ranting and raving Oscar, Alan basically slam dunks the vile into the garbage can, sending the green puppet into shouting, wailing mass as he ducks underneath the lid in order to retrieve the biological agent. But Oscar will soon have larger problems to deal with as Alan slams the lid down on the top of the can. Looking at the can with the eyeball of a man with some very deep thoughts, Alan instead decides to go with the simplest solution. PUNT! Kicking the can as hard as possible, Alan sends it rolling down the side of Sesame Street until it collides hard against the side of a Snufflelofagus and spilling Ebola all over the occupant. “AHHHHH!” “Yeah, yeah…” says Alan with the dry icy wit of an action hero. “What kind of crappy crap is this neighborhood Coy? COY?” Looking over behind him, Alan Clark gets a face full of horror as he sees his opponent trapped in the grasp of THE UNDEAD! OMG! Holding the petrified CPP sufferer around the neck, The Count is now treating him like a two-dollar Slurpy as he sucks the bloody blood out of his forehead. “Knock it off!” shouts Alan as Coy continues to fade under the blood loss. “What do you care?” gloats The Count as he takes a break from the blood drinking, “He’s all salty and full of booze but otherwise pretty tasty. Come on… I eat him and you’ll be US champion or whatever the hell you wrestlers want to be. I can declare you winner right now actually. I’m all referee.” “You’re all DEAD!” “Well yeah but… WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Grabbing the Count by the head, Alan tosses him aside and through a door with his mighty rocker strength. Impaled on a shard of the wood, The Count stumbles out from the pile before EXPLODING INTO DUST! OH SWEET MERCY JOSS WHEDON IS GOING TO SUE EVERYONE! Alan sums up the situation pretty damn well, “Well this is about a ten-pointer on my weird shit-o-meter. Coy are you okay?” “Peachy,” grunts the USJL Champion as he wipes the little blood of his head. “Good thing his fangs were made of felt or I would be a whole lot more dead. But I’ve learned a very valuable lesson here today. I’ve earned that puppets are pretty fucking weak no matter how creepy they might be. So there’s no real point in being afraid of them.” “Except for all the evil.” “Well evil will only take you so far. I bet I could kick the crap out of a dozen evil puppets.” “Here’s your chance bitch,” shouts a voice from off the screen, “cause we just happen to have a dozen evil puppets here to wreck your shit.” Turning around the two wrestlers find Burt and Ernie leading a pack of the lesser known Sesame Street characters loaded up with a bunch of sticks and stones and such. Ernie puts his rubber ducky up to his noodle, “Mr. Ducky wants to eat your entrails!” “Sick bastards,” shouts yet another voice from off to the other side of the camera. Flipping the camera around we find the entire Family West loaded up with some rifles from their private stash. “Mr. Hooper tried to sell us porn,” reports Coy’s wife Vera. “And then tried to cast me in one. Suffice to say, this is not my favorite street in the world.” “This is the Calvary huh?” laughs Big Bird. “Three kids and your wife? Won’t be enough.” “But we did happen to make a call,” replies Vera. “To the army?” asks Alan hopefully. “Nope. Called them…” “Who?” “Wiggles.” “Oh crap!” “Oh no!” “OH YES!” WIGGLES TEAR SHIT UP AND KILL ALL OF SESAME STREET EXCEPT FOR KERMIT BECAUSE HE ROCKS! “And that would be how a street fight on Sesame Street would go,” reports Coy as he takes a long drag on his beer. Looking over to an equally drunken Alan Clark he continues “Yes sir. Those bastards are alive with all the evil.” “You really are scared of puppets,” replies Clark as he points the top of his beer at the USJL Champion. “That’s just crazy.” “Oh and the ceiling fan thing is normal,” replies Coy. “Now what would be cool is if we had a street fight with KISS hanging around. Gene Simmons would be all sticking his tongue out and it would rock…” “You already told me.” “Damn on a scale of one to five… I am sooooo drunk.” “If you ain’t puking you ain’t trying.” “So very true.” -
SWF Smarkdown - March 22... erm, 23rd.
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Dayton Ohio shows it’s hot place to be as the fans break into another huge round of cheers as the Smarktron lights up again. Ready for the opening match of the evening, the traditional sea of smart signs populate the crowd all over the Hara Arena. “TOXXIC – ENGLISH FOR OVERPUSHED!” “FLESHER FOR CHAMPION!” “JUDGE IS THE MYSTERY MAN!” “HOUSE OF TODD ARE HELD DOWN!” As Funyon makes his way down to the ring to announce the first match up, Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley sit at ringside.. Comet: Welcome Citizens. This is SWF Smarkdown and it’s time for our first event of the evening! We’ve got so many things going on tonight. Including the return of Tom Flesher to the ring along with a mystery partner! Riley: But that’s not all, we get to see Dace Night curtain jerking. Fantastic! Comet: Is that one of the few things you care about Robert? Riley: Along with seeing the World Title on Duran and Grappler being retired yes. Oh, and Tom coming back to his senses and batting for the right team again. Comet:……… Setting into the ring, Funyon brings up his signature house mike as the crowd quiets down for the announcement of the first match up… Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest will be for one fall and for the number one contendership to the SWF ICTV Championship! Introducing firstly, from Birmingham England, at two hundred and fifty two pounds … DACE… FUCKING! Funyon: NIGHT! YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Hero rips into life along with the flashes of pyrotechnics lighting up the entrance ramp. Standing at the top of the ramp in the cloud of smoke, Dace looks over the crowd, smiling slightly. Walking towards the ring, he high fives some of the fans along his way and shows his approval to anti Toxxic signs as he goes. Sliding into the ring, Dace scales up the turnbuckles and throws the horns in the air to the cheering fans before stepping down to wait for his opponent. Funyon: And his opponent, Harrison Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds … THE SPECTACLE MIKE VAN SICLEN! RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Ready To Die kicks up to the mixed reaction from the Ohio fans before three blasts of pyro like up the stage once again as Van Siclen appears at the top of the stage. Heading straight down to the ring, MVS has a small smile on his face as he climbs the apron and steps though the ropes into the ring. Standing face to face with Dace, Mike stars him down as Funyon exits the ring and Hardcastle rolls in to referee the match. Stepping back from each other, Dace extends his hand towards Mike for a handshake. Comet: This is far from the first time that these two have faced off. With Citizen Van Siclen defending his JL Title against Dace a long time again. And as part of Double Jeopardy, he defend Dace and Va’aiga for the tag team titles. Riley: And now he gets to burry Dace in the opening match. I’m liking it almost. Looking down at Horrorcore’s extended hand, The Spectacle pauses for a moment before looking Dace straight in the eye and giving him the middle finger… BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! CRACK! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! DING, DING, DING! Almost snapping Mike’s head of his shoulders, Dace answers the middle finger with an Elbow Smash to the face. Pelting Van Siclen in the face three more times, Night knocks him half senseless in seconds. Grabbing onto Mike and launching him like a rag doll, Dace sends him flying across the ring and into the ropes. Hurtling back like a pinball, Mike can hardly do anything to stop it as Dace hauls him into the air in a Gorilla Press. Holding Mike in the air for a moment, Night turns railings like he was nothing at all, Dace gives him both middle fingers to make his point clear. CLANK! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: It looks like Citizen Night is doing the burying tonight Comet. Van Siclen didn’t take the handshake and he just got drilled and thrown out of the ring for it! Back up into the opposite set of ropes, Dace uses them like a catapult, firing himself across the ring. As MVS struggles up to his feet on the outside, holding his spinning head, he looks up to see a two hundred fifty pound missile flying straight for him. The world whites out as the Elbow Suicida slams into MVS’ face and crashes him back into the railings. Sprawling out on the floor, Dace spits and shakes his head out before rolling back up to his feet. As Hardcastle’s count gets higher and higher, Dace unceremoniously rolls Mike back into the ring before high fiving a few ring side fans and rolling back in himself. DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! Riley: Poor Mike, having to sell some blatant crowd popping like that. Mike Van Siclen tries to struggle back up to his feet as drags him up by his hair. Clamping on a suffocating Front Facelock, Dace cuts of Mike’s struggles and hauls him all the way up into the air, leaving him hanging upside down for several seconds before kicking his legs out and dropping back to the mat, spiking The Spectacle with a Sheer Drop Brainbuster. Holding onto the now limp body of Van Siclen, Night rolls back to his feet and drags him into a Standing Headscissors. Underhooking both of Mike’s arms, Dace flips him up into air, holding him upside down again. Then shoving Mike forwards, Dace drills Van Siclen into the mat like a bug with a Release Tiger Driver. RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Comet: Citizen Night with just destroy The Spectacle in a matter of moments right here on Smarkdown. First an Elbow Sucida, then a Brainbuster now a Stalling Release Tiger Driver. Riley: Looks like the booking team got to the arena even later than Mike did. Standing over the unmoving body of Mike Van Siclen, Dace looks up at the crowd, scanning the arena for a moment. Pointing down at Mike, he points up towards the turnbuckles then draws his hand across his throat. Hauling up The Spectacle like he’s a sack of potatoes, Horrorcore drags him over into the corner. Scooping Mike up and dumping him on the top rope, Night climbs up after him. Slamming an elbow into Mike’s temple just for good measure, Dace steps up to the top rope and hauls up Mike up along with him. Locking his arms in another Double Underhook, Dace steadies himself for a moment before leaping backwards for the top rope, dragging Mike with him and planting him into the mat with ring shaking impact. BOOM! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Comet: SUPER TIGGGGGAAAAHHH DDDRRRRIIIVVVVAAAAAHHHH! Holding onto Mike’s spasming body, Dace holds him down for the cover as Hardcastle dives in as the crowd yell along with the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! DING! DING! DING! Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and number one contender of the SWF ICTV Title… DACE NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! Riley: Dear god, Dace is squashing people in the opening match up. This is bad. Let’s hope they’re just building him up for Toxxic to flatten! Comet: Robert, really don’t speak of such things. But yes, now the two British Citizens will face off for the ICTV Championship. And Citizen Night is a form ICTV Champion, so that will add something more to the battle. Riley: Not to mention that Toxxic defeated Aecas for the HGC Title at the last pay per view. So that will probably make Dace even more of a violent madman than usual. What fun… Leaving Mike Van Siclen in a lifeless ball in the corner of the ring, Dace grabs up the house mic from Funyon and turns to address the fans… Dace: Toxxic.. you little poser ass bitch! You managed to get the ICTV Title from Insane. You took the Hardcore Title from Aecas. You’ve been pushed to the damn moon, because this place doesn’t have a glass ceiling. You’ve fought your way up, but now you’ve got to face Tom Flesher tonight. Then you’re going to have to face me. Once again, Brit versus Brit, but you won’t be leaving with the belt. So get ready Toxxic, Dace F’n’ Night is coming to avenge Aecas and to take the ICTV Title once again. YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Hero rips back into life once again as Dace drops the mic and slides out of the ring, heading up the ramp towards the back. Comet: Well, looks like Citizen Night is all set to take on Citizen Toxxic for the ICTV Title and it looks like he’s ready for war. Riley: Good, I get to make jokes about Toxxic beating another member of the Trinity..maybe this is looking up after all… Fade Out. -
SWF Smarkdown - March 22... erm, 23rd.
the.weej replied to the.weej's topic in Smarks Wrestling Federation
It’s getting dark in the car park of the Hara Arena in Dayton, Ohio as a taxi pulls up. The door opens and a familiar spiky-haired figure steps out, two SWF belts draped over his right shoulder. The watching audience start to boo as Toxxic pays the cab driver and then enters the arena through a back door, adjusting the Hardcore Gamer’s Title and his newly-won ICTV belt as he goes. The camera follows the straight-edger down the hallway until he is suddenly halted by the appearance of a microphone under his nose. Mildly startled, Toxxic’s gaze travels up the arm that holds the interviewing instrument until it reaches the face of the arm’s owner, the SWF’s ever-present investigative journalist Ben Hardy. “Toxxic,” Hardy begins. “You said last week on Lockdown that there would be plenty of time for talking after you beat the Insane Luchador - and you beat the Insane Luchador and have become the Intercontinental-Television Champion. Do you have anything to say?” Toxxic looks at Ben Hardy for a moment and then grins his lopsided grin. “Well yeah, Ben, I do actually. I know in my heart that Grand Slam only gave me that title shot to see if he could find my limits. He wanted me to overreach myself, Ben. But Alan Rickman the Inane Luchador was not beyond my means, as everyone saw last week. I beat him, just as I beat the seven-foot sociopath Aecas at From The Fire, and just as I will beat Tom Flesher later tonight.” “Regarding your match later,” Hardy says, apparently choosing to ignore Toxxic’s deliberate dig at Andrew Rickmen, “why choose Jimmy Liston as your partner? The Demon hasn’t won a match in ages, and he was beaten with a single move on Lockdown by Johnny Dangerous!” “Let’s get one thing straight, Ben,” Toxxic answers, moving closer to the reporter. “I don’t need a partner to take care of Flesher. The guy was on a losing streak before he left, and he seems to have spent the last six weeks getting podgy. I wouldn’t be surprised if no-one agrees to tag with him anyway.” “Why not?” Ben asks. “Because of his attitude!” Toxxic responds. “People are calling me arrogant, but I’m meek and mild compared to the Flesher of old! Oh yeah, he’ll play to the fans now, but I doubt there’s anyone in the back who Flesher hasn’t pissed off at some point. Of course, Grand Slam won’t be able to watch me and the Demon take his errand-boy apart so he’ll doubtless send someone out, but it won’t make a difference whether it’s The Boston Strangler, Exploding Chicken or the bloody Suicide King, the result will be the same. I just hope Stevens has the decency to drag the guy out himself instead of making them pretend they’re doing it willingly.” “Well, thank you very much, Toxxic,” Hardy says, backing away. “A pleasure as always, Ben,” the double champion responds sarcastically, pushing past the reporter. The British punk turns another corner into a deserted hallway... and the lights suddenly go out. Moments later they come back on, and Toxxic finds himself staring at a chest. The camera pans back a little... and the chest is revealed to belong to the Black Angel, Aecas. “Well, hi there,” Aecas says, nonchalantly leaning against the wall. The giant is wearing his long leather trenchcoat again, his black hair tied back in a loose ponytail. “Aecas.” Toxxic says shortly, managing to conceal the shock - and possibly fear - that momentarily etched his features. “Shouldn’t you be off teaching children to worship the Devil or something?” “It’s half term,” the giant replies, straight-faced. “Besides, Gabriel wanted to see how you were doing.” “Gabriel.” Toxxic snorts, rolling his eyes. “How nice. Look, did you want something? Or were you just going to stand there spouting gibberish and looking deranged?” “Oh yes,” Aecas says, leaning down to peer into Toxxic’s eyes, “I did want something.” His hands twitches aside the ICTV belt on Toxxic’s shoulder to reveal the Hardcore Gamers’ Title underneath. “That’s mine. And after tonight, I’m going to be able to get it back.” The dead white eyes lock with Toxxic’s grey ones as the double champion pulls away. “Yeah, Grand Slam gives you a Contender’s match against two debutants,” Toxxic responds, shrugging the ICTV belt back into place. “Not playing favourites at all! Anyway, you can bring your oversized carcass to the ring, and I’ll just beat you again. I’m a double champion now - in case you hadn’t noticed.” “I had,” Aecas replies. “And in case you hadn’t noticed, a good friend of mine is wrestling tonight for the chance to take that ICTV belt from you as well.” The Black Angel stretches, raising his arms above his head and touching the ceiling. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” “Listen, sunshine,” Toxxic snarls, “I’m not scared of you, I’m not scared of SaturDaceNight Fever, and I’m not- CUT THAT OUT!” The corridor blacks out again for a second... and then the lights come back up, leaving Toxxic alone once more with no sign that the Black Angel ever stood there. The rookie looks around him and sees no-one, then slams a hand into the wall. “Oh very nice!” The double champion calls out to the empty corridor. “You can appear, you can disappear; you’re the Phantom of the bloody Opera, congratulations!” There is no reply, and no seven-footer reappears in Toxxic’s line of sight. “Fruitcake,” the straight-edger snorts, and stalks off down the corridor... but can’t help looking over his shoulder as he goes. -
No, but one of my markers apparently has. EDIT: If I don't hear from Thoth in 30 minutes or so, I'm going to put the show up tomorrow. I've had a lousy day. -Z
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Oh, and I should note. The MiSTing wasn't just the work of Raynor and I, but rather, a cast of thousands. Judge, MVS and Tom also contributed. (But anything that's actually funny is probably mine. ) -Z
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The Smart Marks Wrestling Federation Presents... SWF STORM, MARCH 12TH, 2004, *LIVE* FROM THE SOLD OUT MGM GRAND IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA! (8:00pm PCT, 11:00pm EST; check local listings) ** NOTE NEW DUE TIME!! The ash has yet to settle and what burned still smoulders... the sparks have flown, but it is the fallout from SWF From the Fire 2004 that may bring the most heat! In a single show, the ladscape of the federation has seemingly changed. Charlie "Grappler" Matthews has laid hands on the title he was groomed for, the world championship, toppling the incomprable Maori Badass, Va'aiga, for the biggest prize in the business. For Matthews, this is a great day and a means for celebration! He is now, unquestionably, the best... and he'll be damned if anyone takes it away from him. But perhaps that's just the problem: Through adversity is how Charlie prevailed, and without question, it's through adversity that Charlie Matthews must continue to succeed. Because surely, there are no allies for the champion now... But what does this mean for the dethroned, defeated Va'aiga? And for that matter, his entire stable? The Maori's status has been steadily declining over recent shows, while the stock of his right hand man, John Duran, has soared, including a decisive (and bloody) victory over Terrence "Janus" Bailey at From the Fire. What simmers in the Unnamed camp now may not be about Charlie Matthews. PLUS! Rookie Toxxic astounds the world with a shocking, brutal victory over Aecas for the hardcore champion, and will no doubt have something to say for it. Bloodsport also continues to be the word of the day from FTF, and the status of SWF newcomers continues to rise, Alan Clark also putting his money where his mouth is with an awesome victory over the HVille Thugg! Also Sacred, Coy West, Wild & Dangerous and Dace Night are sure to make appearances! The flame has been snuffed, but only by the Storm that follows... (Z'S NOTE: Yes, as I'm sure you've guessed, this will be an all-promo show. You have definitely earned it after what went into FTF, and furthremore, many people were asking for this show off anyway. However, I would strongly reccomend that almost everyone on the roster try to get a promo in for this show, as I'd hate to see a PPV followed up by a show only 4 or 5 posts long. Send all stuffs to HVilleThugg)
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Guys? http://www.timeanddate.com Use it. Love it. Never bother with that stupid 'basic math' stuff again. -Z
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I was being faceteous and smarky. They were supposed to be kayfabe descriptions, ala the ones Stubby used to do when he first did the rankings almost two years ago. Everyone liked them then, so... I like Coy. I don't like him as much as Ejiro, but he's a very solid character. You've done well fleshing him out and expanding him beyond the simple gimmick of "Ah'm a redneck, yup. A-huck, huck, huck!", which I honestly didn't think you were going to be able to. But the fact he's not Ejiro probably has a lot to do with Coy not getting the warmest response. Ejiro had history--a lot of it, he was easily the best heel character in the fed since Tom, maybe even since King, and you'd won the world title with him. Furthermore, you were indellibly etched into everyone's mind as one half of Justice & Rule, who are going to endure as the definition of tag teaming in the SWF forever. So no, it's not that I don't like Coy. It's just that I don't like him as much as Ejiro, simply because I don't think you can be as creative and, quite frankly, astoundingly good with Coy as you were with Ejiro. -Z
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HOW THE MONTHLY RANKINGS WORK: Points are tallied based on CARDS BOOKED IN THE MONTH OF FEBRUARY. Yes, this is an excuse for Clusterfuck to be stricken from this months' rankings and for me to cover for it being a week into March. I say that's good enough. I've switched to Pete's system, or something at least vaguely close to it, and having tallied everything up I have to say it works better. It goes like this: 2 points is awarded in a singles match, plus one additional point for any more people involved in a given match. Because, theoretically, you're earning a point for writing one match, and then another point for each other match defeated. Another single point is awarded if the match has some kind of stipulation beyond a basic singles match, or if you defend any title. Winning a title earns points like so... the USJL, HCG, Tag and CW are all worth a single point, the ICTV is worth three points and the world title is worth four. Got it? Alright. Pretty simple. Let's get to the rankings, done with kayfabe summaries on the top three writers... Superstar of the Month HOT SHOT DEBUT 1. Toxxic - 11pts, 4-1 The rookie Toxxic makes a surprising, but well earned, debut on the rankings in the pole position for the month of February. The advantage of being the only wrestler booked on every card and a short distance between PPVs was taken, although it was a very slim margin between first and second place. Toxxic's straight edge character has been a hit with young fans of the federation, and his solid in-ring capabilities have clearly impressed SWF brass enough to give him a strong push as the first 'new recruit' since the closing of the SJL. Some have criticized his presence and mic skills as 'nearly nonexistant', and question giving such a young star a big push out of the gate. However, his recent, brutal match with Aecas at From the Fire may have closed the book on the ring presence argument, at least for now, and shows that the SWF has confidence in his abilities... although a repeat of ranking #1 seems a bit unlikely. BIGGEST GAINER 2. "Coyote" Coy West - 10pts, 4-2 Yeeehaw! A mere point out of first, another victory would've been enough to nail down the retro redneck's first ever Superstar of the Month ranking. Either way, it would've still gone to a relative newcomer to the SWF. Unlike Toxxic, Coy has demonstrated... less than sterling abilities between the ropes, and his steady assention of the card has not been met without skepticism. However, West's natural charisma has quickly made him a crowd favourite, as fans have opened their hearts to the redneck within. As with Toxxic, Coy appears to be a case of the SWF's bookers pushing talent the fans are reacting to, rather than pushing their own agenda. 3. Sacred - 10pts, 3-2 A former world champion, and still the only man to hold every title in SWF history, it was believed until recently that The Sacred One, Andrew Blackwell, had fallen from grace. Or at least from the booking team's favour. However, the last two months have seen a rebuilding of Sacred's credibility, as he took the newly created USJL strap for an impressive, enduring reign, defending the title in almost all of his matches for the month. However, Sacred is still considered one of the best 'pure' talents in the SWF, and it's been argued that he's the most underrated and underappreciated wrestler in the history of the federation, despite a hall of fame election, and that the USJL is 'far below' him. Also disappointing is the lack of display of Blackwell's phenomenal promoing capabilities in any recent program. However, having dropped the USJL title, it is believed the SWF powers intend to send Sacred up. Way up. THE REST OF THE BEST 4(TIE). Aecas - 9pts, 3-0 4(TIE). Wildchild - 9pts, 3-1 6. Charlie "Grappler" Matthews - 8pts, 3-2 7. Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix - 7pts, 3-2 8. John Duran - 7pts, 2-2-1 9. Alan Clark - 5pts, 3-2 10. Dace Night - 5pts, 2-1 And thassal, folks. I'll be back in a month with another update. -Z
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Yeah, I figured it's a fair reward for having the best record in a given month. I don't see how an extra title defense is going to throw a wrench into anyone's plans, anyway. I'll give you til' the 12th to PM me, so I can give whoever fair warning. Note that if Thugg or I get a booking request before then involving said person, it takes priority over yours simply due to the 'first come, first serve' clause. S'alright? S'okay. -Z
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Ah, I just remembered something I wanted to add to this, to make it a little more special. From now on, unless the Superstar of the Month happens to be the world champion, they will be allotted one title shot of their choice, in a stipulation of their choice. This does include the world title, yes, although if Toxxic wants that... well, it's his funeral. And why can the world champion not get in on these benefits, you ask? Well, they've already kicked everyone's ass, gotten to the top of the heap, and probably dictated about a dozen other matches I've needed to book on the way there. So they can get fucked. -Z
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Yeah, I was going to try and keep it a secret that Va'aiga no-showed, but that didn't work. I figured it might be good to hide it for two months or so, just so you didn't burst into tears or anything. And no guarantee I ask Thugg to book that. There's definitely going to be something with the world title, though. Oh, and Esk... do it. Doooooooooooooooooooooooooo it. The power of... uh... me compells you! -Z
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Coyjiro vs Sacred added. I debate taking up Raynor's offer of having his family executed to prevent further such lateness. Until then, though, I will be bowling with an 8-Ball. Stupid thing! -Z
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Card's up, in record time as promised. And... you no-showed, Muzz. I see. You know, that's what I wanted to talk about... Part of me really wants to say that I'm unimpressed with the overall effort that went into this PPV, because at least from what I was marking, there were way too many no-shows. Especially that DNS; unless there was some communications problem, I'm not happy about that at all. I'm not sure about the other markers, so I hope it was just me, but still, the amount of participation was unsettling. But I'm not going to rant and try to keep the whining to a minimum, because on the other hand... how in god's name do I fault a PPV where all but two matches (excluding Coyjiro vs Muzz, which we don't know about yet) require two posts? Seriously. That's an incredible showing from the people who DID write, so what can I say? I guess one cancells the other out, as I am very happy with what was written for the PPV. I'm going to try to go to an effort to read everything and comment on it... tomorrow. Until then, I will say first and foremost, I'm impressed with Toxxic's big effort and big victory, and SS, of course, getting his hands on the world title. Oh, oh! And IL as ICTV champion. Jesus, whodathunkit? Now, MORE COMMENTS. Seriously, the last couple of shows have had dreadful amounts of people saying anything. No excuses for this not to break 20 replies. -Z
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whew. Well, what can I say? Well, a fair amount, actually, but I'll save it for the comments thread. Very, VERY good show match-wise here, though, so I'm proud. But you know the rules, no results! You must read if you want to know... Card will be up in record time, but when it goes up, the reason for that will be obvious.
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(We go without proper intro because I didn't get anyone to write one. Oops. Oh well, this will do.) There is a murmur about the Staples center in Los Angeles, as spectators gad about as they get to their seats, concessions in hand. They are preparing for tonight's action, the SWF PPV event, From the Fire. Tonight, heroes will be made and legends indellibly etched into SWF history. But before all that... the lights dim, and silence overcomes the arena. A single spotlight beams down on the one and only Funyon, standing in the center of the ring, as a deep voice calls out, "Ladies and gentlemen! Would you please rise for our join national and PPV anthem..." Funyon clears his throat as the hum of a keyboard fills the Staples center, before being shredded by a cutting guitar riff! He raises the mic to his mouth, and... "She moves like a mystic Like a priestess tall and pale She lays down the mystery All her secrets are unveiled Wherever I look I see her there Wherever I go you know she's there And she takes posession she has control Next to you I can Touch The Fire And when the fever takes a hold Next to you I can Touch The Fire Her words fall in echos Ringing bells like gypsy rhymes She has the power No believer can explain Wherever I look I see her there Wherever I go you know she's there And she takes posession she has control Next to you I can Touch The Fire And when the fever takes a hold Next to you I can Touch The Fire I feel the heat pumping in my veins Next to you I can Touch The Fire I see myself going up in flames Next to you I can Touch The Fire Wherever I look I see her there Wherever I go you know she's there She takes posession She has control Next to you I can Touch The Fire And when the fever takes a hold Next to you I can touch the fire I feel the heat pumping in my veins Next to you I can Touch The Fire I see myself going up in flames Next to you I can Touch The Fire She takes posession Touch The Fire Touch The Fire I feel the heat pumping in my veins Next to you I can Touch The Fire I see myself going up in flames Next to you I can Touch The Fire!" The crowd lauds the beautiful rendition of the PPV's less-than-totally hard rockin' theme, as we fade to the card...
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“I’m the biggest Unnamed fan in the world,” bemoans Riley, “but that may have been the stupidest thing Va’aiga’s ever done! I mean, why didn’t he just do that when the referee WASN’T looking?” “When anger grabs a hold of you, Bobbo,” begins Comet, “you lose all reason. I think Va’aiga may be kicking himself later for doing that, but now he feels justified!” As the rest period begins, Va’aiga continues to shout at Nick Soapdish. Grappler, meanwhile, remains unmoving on the mat. However, as the ten seconds comes close to expiring, he rolls onto his stomach, slowly crawling over to the nearest turnbuckle. Finally, the ten seconds are up, and Va’aiga sets his sights on Matthews, who has just used the turnbuckle to pull himself to his knees! *DING!* Grappler finally pulls himself up to his feet, but just as he does this, Va’aiga charges from the opposite turnbuckle, building up a full head of steam as he runs… *BOOOOOOOOOM!* …sandwiching Grappler between himself and the turnbuckle! After the enormous avalanche, Va’aiga does just what he did earlier in the match, wrapping his arm around Grappler’s throat and falling back, executing an inverted DDT! As soon as they hit the mat he again wraps his legs around Matthews’ body, holding him in a vice and completing the Pacific Stretch! “Unbelievable!” commends Riley, “I think I love Va’aiga! I mean, sure, the guy went and lost himself a fall, but this is genius! He knocks Grappler almost out cold, and then locks him in this DEADLY submission!” “This may have all been part of the plan for Va’aiga,” agrees Comet, “but to me it seems more of an opportunistic move. Either way, I don’t foresee Matthews lasting very long; after all he’s gone through, we may see a quick submission!” Not an entirely quick submission, however, as Matthews, despite his weakened state, continues to try and fight the move! “GRA – PULL – ER!” “GRA – PULL – ER!” The Staples Center rallies behind Grappler, trying to fuel his fire and keep him from submitting to the agonizing, windpipe-constricting, brutal Pacific Stretch! Matthews reaches out towards the ropes with BOTH arms, but he still can’t get a hold on them! He tries the legs…but no dice! “THERE’S NO ESCAPE!” cries Riley, “There’s no way out, you sap, just tap out and end your misery! You CAN’T get out of the Pacific Stretch this time!” Grappler takes one last look at the ropes. He feels the pain racing through his body, and for the first time in a very, very, very long time… TAP TAP TAP *DING!* The crowd sits in shock as Va’aiga relinquishes the Pacific Stretch, leaving Matthews a beaten carcass on the mat as he retreats to the opposite corner. “Ladies and gentlemen,” booms Funyon, “the winner of the fall, via submission, VAAAAAA’AAAAIGA! Va’aiga currently has one fall. There will now be a ten second rest period.” “This can’t be good for Citizen Matthews,” begins Comet, “he just had his energy, his life FORCE sucked out of him with that Pacific Stretch!” “And he tried to be a brave hero and suck it up,” scoffs Riley, “he should’ve tapped right away to at least save SOMETHING.” But what’s done is done, and as the rest period begins, Va’aiga rests against the turnbuckle, regaining his energy and nursing his right arm. Matthews, on the other hand, looks like a shell of what he was at the beginning of the match; gasping for breath, clutching his ribs, wincing in pain. He doesn’t even get to his feet by the time the ten second rest expires. *DING!* Va’aiga rushes out of the corner and dives down on top of Matthews with a double axe handle right to the ribs! Again, the Maori mounts the challenger and begins shooting left and right hands down on his face, bruising his face with malice! Va’aiga finally gets off of Matthews, satisfied with his handiwork, and brings him back up to his feet. Va’aiga measures the Grappler up, and then rears back, with all his power- *SMACK!* -slapping the taste out of Grappler’s mouth again! As Matthews staggers back against the turnbuckle, Va’aiga cocks his arm back and swings, unleashing a deadly Maori uppercut! He rears back… and uses a second! A third! He arches his head back and then SNAPS it forward, attacking Grappler with another headbutt! Finally ending the rampage, the champion wraps his arms around Matthews’ midsection and arches back, snapping the challenger up and over his head with a release belly to belly suplex! Relentlessly, Va’aiga brings Matthews right back to his feet and stands behind him, hooking his arms in a double chickenwing before arching back again and dropping Grappler right onto the back of his neck with a tiger suplex! Va’aiga holds onto the pin as Matthews struggles to break free! “ONE!” “TWO!” KICKOUT!!!!! Matthews rolls off of his shoulders and saves himself, much to the delight of the Los Angeles fans. “Va’aiga’s trying to keep his investment safe,” Comet notes, “as he’s just relying on big power moves to keep Grappler down. He doesn’t want to blow something and have it cost him the fall, or, eventually, the title.” “Even if lightning struck down on the champ and he DID lose a fall,” rebuts Riley, “he still wouldn’t lose the MATCH. We’ve seen it happen before, hell, Grappler won the very first fall, but Va’aiga has come back and fought stronger than ever! Matthews doesn’t stand a chance.” Va’aiga again brings Grappler right back up to his feet and, standing behind him, traps him in a tight waistlock! The Maori plants his feet and tries to arch back, but Charlie won’t budge! Matthews is able to fight out of the waistlock, duck behind Va’aiga, and grab both of his arms, pulling them back into a double chickenwing! Instead of executing a tiger suplex like his opponent did, Charlie keeps the pressure on the injured right arm, milking it with this submission hold! “LET’S – GO – GRAPP – LER!” “LET’S – GO – GRAPP – LER!” Va’aiga hollers out in pain, and Nick Soapdish immediately begins questioning the champion if he wants to quit. Of course, the Maori shouts out a resounding “NO!!!” but the pain etched on his face cannot be denied. “This is what I mean, Bobbo,” Comet adds, “just one simple suplex reversal by Matthews led to Va’aiga being in a world of hurt, courtesy of a double chickenwing!” “If I were the champ right now,” begins Riley, “I’d just quit, regain my bearings, and kick Grappler’s ass and get two straight falls on him. It’s not worth it to try and fight the hold when you’ve got nowhere to go.” With that, Va’aiga brings his head forward…and then THROWS it back, hitting a HUGE headbutt that knocks Grappler senseless and releases the submission! “…or he could do that,” Riley notes. With Matthews stunned, Va’aiga decides to lay off the arm usage for a while, and he shoots his leg backwards, catching Grappler in the gut with a mule kick. He the reaches back, grabs Charlie in a side headlock with his left arm, and runs forward, finally leaping up and dropping down with a bulldog headlock on the challenger! With that, Va’aiga screams “BOO – YAH! IT’S TIME!” combining catchphrases from two mastodons of the wrestling world to signal for the end of this match. He brings Grappler up and wraps his right arm around Matthews’ head, using his other hand to scoop Grappler up for none other than the move that took Nathaniel Kibagami out, the Southern Lights Bomb…but his right arm gives out, and at that moment, Charlie drops down and pulls Va’aiga’s right arm over, flipping the champion down to the mat with an armdrag! “GRAP – PULL – ER!” “GRAP – PULL – ER!” Va’aiga rushes to his feet, not looking to be outdone, but Grappler rises as well, and catches the oncoming champion with ANOTHER armdrag on the injured arm! The same thing occurs again as both men charge at each other, but this time the Maori ducks Matthews’ attack and again stands side-to-side, grapevining his leg for a side Maori leg sweep… but Grappler escapes it, pulling Va’aiga’s right arm behind his back and pushing his left arm across his throat, completing the crossface chickenwing again! The crowd ERUPTS as all of Matthews’ work on Va’aiga’s arm comes to a thrilling climax, and the champion struggles to do whatever he can to break free! “This is it, Bobbo!” cries Comet, “I can sense this submission coming from a mile away! Va’aiga’s arm has been worked over so masterfully in this match; I think I can feel it tearing out of the socket as we speak! His right arm isn’t long for the world!” “Just SUBMIT, Va’aiga!” begs Riley, “you’re much better off! Just kick his ass later, don’t suck it up now!” The hold continues to press on and Va’aiga refuses to quit, despite Nick Soapdish standing right in his face and asking if he gives up. The Champion tries to drag both his and Grappler’s weight towards the ropes, but the amazingly strong Matthews holds his ground, refusing to leave his prime spot in the middle of the ring! The lights begin to dim in Va’aiga’s eyes, as not only is his arm tearing apart, but the forearm across his throat isn’t doing wonders to help his breathing, either! “YOU GOTTA TAP!” “YOU GOTTA TAP!” Even though it would probably be hard for Va’aiga to tap out from a standing position, the fans are adamant about seeing the champion give up. Even as his breathing becomes slower, Va’aiga refuses Soapdish’s questions, slowly… going… limp… …so Matthews takes the opportunity and arches back, bringing Va’aiga up over his head with a Millennium Suplex from the crossface chickenwing, with a bridged pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” ”THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” *DING!* The crowd explodes! “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Funyon, “the winner of the fall, by pinfall, CHAAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAAAAAAATTHEWSSSSSS! Matthews is now up one fall, and there will be a ten second rest period.” “What ingenuity by Matthews!” commends Comet, “Va’aiga outright refused to submit, so Grappler did the only thing he could do, which was turn the submission into a pinning combination and get the fall! Masterful work!” “Even I have to admit that was smart work,” agrees Riley, “but again I say, Va’aiga, you idiot! Not only does he stay in the hold for that insane amount of time, but he doesn’t even counter it and he ends up getting pinned! Screw pride, Va’aiga, you could’ve rebounded!” “Now you really are sounding like an RIAA – distributed mp3, Bobbo.” As the rest period begins, Matthews releases the hold and slowly moves towards a corner, which he uses to lean against and shake the cobwebs out. Va’aiga, meanwhile, can only keep his right arm close by, checking to see if it is completely broken. Nevertheless, he crawls towards Matthews’ opposite corner and uses his left hand to pull on the rope and bring himself up. *DING!* As the sixth round of the match begins, the crowd’s buzz of anticipation grows bigger than it has seemingly ever been in this match. Every fan in the Staples Center is either standing or cheering their lungs out, showing their support. With the bell ringing there is a brief pause…and then they charge. Like football players without the pads (and MORE BALLS~), they lunge at one another, and Matthews goes right for Va’aiga’s right arm, trapping it in a wristlock! The champion expected this, however, and he is able to shoot his left arm around and shake Grappler off with two hard blows to the head. In an attempt to slow the challenger down, Va’aiga wraps his left arm around the neck of Charlie, squeezing tight with a standing chinlock, but Matthews immediately drops down to his knees, causing Va’aiga’s jaw to smash against the dome of his head! The Maori recoils and holds his jaw, which allows Grappler to get back to his feet, turn around, wrap his arms around Va’aiga’s midsection, lift him up…and drop him across his outstretched leg with an inverted atomic drop! As the champion doubles over in pain, Grappler is able to stretch Va’aiga’s arm behind his back in a hammerlock, and then, with his right arm, reach between his legs, scoop him up, and snap around, drilling him to the mat with a hammerlock-assisted powerslam! “And the arm work CONTINUES!” Comet helpfully points out, “I guess Citizen Matthews figures if he can get a pinfall off of supreme arm work earlier in the match, if he works on it some more, he could get the next fall and the title that way!” “Comet, if Va’aiga didn’t submit when he could afford to lose a fall,” replies Riley, “then he won’t submit when his TITLE is on the line in this fall.” Instead of going for the pin, Matthews brings Va’aiga right back up and takes him by the arm, whipping him towards the corner of the ring! The champion crosses the ring and hits the turnbuckle hard back-first, only to see Grappler charge at him from the other side, and, once Charlie is almost there, he leaps up, sailing the rest of the way and SQUASHING against Va’aiga with a stinger splash! As Va’aiga stumbles out of the corner, Matthews traps him in a front facelock, which causes the crowd to explode! After looking at the Staples Center crowd, Matthews hoists the Maori smoothly upside down in the air, holding him there before turning around and snapping down, hitting the WAKE UP CALL! “OUT OF NOWHERE!” screams Comet, “Charlie Matthews just hit Va’aiga with the Wake Up Call out of nowhere! No one has EVER kicked out of that move, not even Va’aiga earlier in the match! We’re going to have a new champion!” “This can’t be happening!” Riley cries, “All that work…for nothing! What the hell is this?!” Matthews stays right on top of Va’aiga as the twenty thousand in attendance count along with Nick Soapdish! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” …NOOOOOOOOO! VA’AIGA GETS THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE THOUSANDTH OF A SECOND!! “THIS IS INCREDIBLE!” shouts Comet, over the noise of the crowd, “VA’AIGA JUST KICKED OUT OF THE WAKE UP CALL!” The crowd reaches a fevered pitch of cheering and chants. “LET’S – GO – GRAPPLER!” “LET’S – GO – GRAPPLER!” Nonplussed, Matthews brings Va’aiga up to his feet and scoops him up, holding him horizontally before charging forward, across the ring! He then lunges forward, dropping the champion down WITH AUTHORITY with a RUNNING MAORI DROP!!! “SWEET MERCY!” bellows Comet, “Matthews just used the Maori Drop on Va’aiga!” The crowd EXPLODES at the sight of the move, growing louder than ever! “I can hardly hear myself think!! Shut up all of you!” Riley screams. “You think!?” ”What!? I can’t hear you!” “Nevermind, then!!” Soapdish drops down to count again, as Matthews holds Va’aiga for the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Va’aiga shoots his shoulder up, just barely, but it’s enough! Some of the crowd, disappointed, dies down, but at least seventeen thousand other fans are still wildly cheering their hearts out for both of these gladiators. Sucking in breath, Matthews gets to his feet and brings Va’aiga up, before hoisting him up on his shoulders in an inverted fireman’s carry! The crowd reaches an even more insane level of noise, as Matthews attempts to traps Va’aiga’s arms, looking to hit the Va’aiga Stinger! “HOW POETIC!” Comet notes, “Matthews is using the move that Va’aiga used to injure so many others; Xstasy, Danny Williams…we’ve never seen them since they took the Va’aiga Stinger, and Citizen Matthews is looking to send Va’aiga back to hell for good with his own move!” “Blasphemy!” Riley cries, “This is a joke, a farce, a hoax, whatever! He can’t do this to Va’aiga! Someone, stop the damn match and let Va’aiga keep the title!” Grappler continues to struggle trapping Va’aiga’s arms…but the big Maori fires his left fist down, right on top of Matthews’ head! And a second time! A third! A fourth! A fifth! Finally, Va’aiga drops his legs down and lands on the ground, behind Charlie! Still obscenely drained from the last two moves taken, Va’aiga simply grabs Matthews by the back of the head and runs at the nearest turnbuckle, slamming his face into it! The blow takes Matthews by surprise, giving Va’aiga time to slowly back up, half way across the ring…and then charge forward, extending his boot out- *BOOM!* -nailing a PERFECT YAKUZA KICK TO THE BACK OF GRAPPLER’S HEAD!!! Va’aiga’s exhaustion overcomes him, but as he falls to the mat he latches his left arm between Matthews’ legs and pulls him back, right into a roll up! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Matthews gets his shoulder up, and the crowd roars again! “This is turning into a game of one-upmanship!” Comet says, “as both men are doing whatever they can to put each other down for the count. So far, nothing’s working! This is a testament to both men’s vitality and strength!” “I’m just SO proud of Va’aiga!” Riley beams, “He took two finishers, one of them his own, but he was STILL able to get out of the career-ending Va’aiga Stinger and get right back into this match! Victory will be ours!” “VO – ENG – UH – SUCKS!” “VO – ENG – UH – SUCKS!” Both men slowly… slowly get to their feet, and, just like the previous times, charge at each other with malice etched on their faces! Grappler extends his arm and swings for a lariat of massive proportions…but Va’aiga ducks, spins around, and wraps his arm around Matthews’ neck in an inverted facelock! The crowd goes NUTS as Va’aiga pressures Grappler back to lock in the Pacific Stretch, but Grappler does not budge! The challenger holds his footing as Va’aiga simply holds the normal dragon sleeper in…until Charlie charges backwards, running Va’aiga right into the turnbuckle! *BOOM!* The hold is still applied, so Matthews backs up… *BOOM!* …a second time! With the wind knocked out of him, Va’aiga lets go and leans back against the turnbuckle, completely and utterly exhausted. Matthews even takes a brief second to catch his breath, before he ducks under the champion’s arm and wraps his arms around his waist, lifting him up and onto the top rope! Grappler goes up to the very top rope with the Maori, and it looks like the rope itself could snap in an instant! However, Charlie reaches down to Va’aiga…and traps him in a front facelock! “HOLY SHIT!” Comet blurts out, uncharacteristically, “ARE WE GOING TO SEE A TOP ROPE, SUPER WAKE UP CALL?!?!?” “Oh god, I hope not!” Riley cries, “Va’aiga’s going to reverse it, because that’s what he does! This can’t be happening!” Grappler pulls Va’aiga up, so both men are standing straight, and Charlie pulls on Va’aiga’s tights…but the Maori sends a hard punch into Matthews’ ribs! And a second! And a third! The third finally causes Grappler to release the facelock, and as soon as he does, the Champion scoops Matthews up, holding him horizontally! “I TOLD YOU, COMET, I TOLD YOU!” Riley gloats, “IT’S TIME FOR A TOP ROPE MOTHER FUCKING MAORI DROP!!!” Va’aiga prepares for takeoff…but the side holding Grappler’s upper body, the RIGHT ARM, gives out! Va’aiga takes a second to shake some feeling into it. But that’s all Grappler needs. In one swift motion, Matthews escapes out of Va’aiga’s clutches, takes a hold of his right arm, and twists it around as both men fall to the mat from a TOP ROPE ARMDRAG THAT NEARLY TEARS VA’AIGA’S SHOULDER RIGHT OUT OF THE SOCKET! Both men hit the mat, and as soon as they do, Grappler twists the limp right arm of Va’aiga behind his back, presses his left across his windpipe, and latches on the CROSSFACE CHICKENWING!!! “IN ALL MY YEARS,” begins Comet, “OF WRESTLING, SEXING, AND COMMENTATING, I HAVE *NEVER* SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN MY LIFE!!” “Unbelievable!” agrees Riley, “And no, not in a good, happy way! This is awful, and I can’t believe it’s happening!” From this grounded position, Matthews rolls onto his back, and wraps his legs around Va’aiga’s midsection in a tight body vice! The pain is unbearable for Va’aiga, and the Los Angeles crowd is completely wrapped up in the moment! ”TAP OUT!” “TAP OUT!” “TAP OUT!” Va’aiga doesn’t even look conscious as Matthews viciously keeps the crossface chickenwing in, tightening the hold with both of his arms. The entire arena expects to hear a loud “snap” from the right arm socket, but so far, the only sounds heard are Va’aiga’s screams of pure agony. Va’aiga wildly looks around the arena. He sees his title victory last month over Danny Williams. He sees himself kicking Grappler out of The Unnamed. He sees his title rapidly slipping away. He feels his arm snapping in two. His left arm rises above the mat… …the crowd gets louder than it possibly could… …and with one last agonizing cry… TAP TAP TAP Pop the crowd like a friggin’ cherry. *DING DING DING!* The roof of the arena BLOWS OFF COMPLETELY as Metallica’s “Some Kind of Monster” kicks in! These sounds are the sweetest that Charlie Matthews has ever heard as he relinquishes the crossface chickenwing and rolls away from the champion. “LAAAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!” Funyon cries, “THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST, AAAAAAAAAAND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWW SMARKS WRESTLING FEDERATION HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOORLD, CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTHEWSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!” “NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!” Riley repeats, “This can’t be happening, it just can’t! What the hell is this?! Va’aiga was the most honorable champion we’ve ever had! Now the title’s held by a hairy beast who, two month’s ago, was a lackey! And before that, he was a freakin’ game show host!” “What a MOMENT!” adds Comet, “Charlie Matthews worked on Va’aiga’s arm like a PRO, and did what few men have EVER done: make Va’aiga submit! I give a standing ovation to both men’s endurance and power, but in the end, Charlie Matthews wins the day, and the Championship!” Matthews is on the ground, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle, soaking in the moment. Truth be told, he still can’t believe this is actually happening. But Nick Soapdish handing him the gold might change that. As the guard is passed, Matthews grabs a hold of the gleaming World Championship and pulls himself up to his feet. 326 days ago, he debuted. Now, he’s at the top of the mountain. “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Comet, “what a night…what a moment! Charlie Matthews has climbed to the top, but the challenge of the Unnamed, and every other SWF superstar, has just begun! After an AMAZING pay-per-view, for Bobbo Riley, I’m Cyclone Comet, and THANK YOU for watching From the Fire 2004!” Charlie Matthews triumphantly hoists his Championship up into the air and the Los Angeles fans explode. With that, the screen fades to nothingness, and everyone can sleep soundly. Let the era of old school begin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ © 2004 Noble Gas Productions Smarks Wrestling Federation http://www.theswf.net ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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**********TALE OF THE TAPE********** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Challenger: Charlie “Grappler” Matthews Height: 6’7” Weight: 301 pounds Hometown: Kansas City, Missouri Career Accomplishments: - Former SJL Triple Crown title holder (Television, European, World) - Former SWF Tag Team Champion - Former SWF United States Champion - Former SWF Intercontinental Television Champion - SWF Clusterfuck 2004 Winner Finishing Move: The Wake-Up Call ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Champion: “The Maori Badass” Va’aiga Height: 6’8” Weight: 309 pounds Hometown: Rotorua, Aotearoa Career Accomplishments: - Former SJL World Champion - Former SWF Hardcore Gamers’ Champion - Former SWF Tag Team Champion - Leader of The Unnamed - Current and Reigning SWF World Heavyweight Champion Finishing Moves: The Lariat, Maori Drop ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I feel the heat pumping in my veins! Next to you I can touch the fire! I see myself going up in flames! Next to you I can touch the fire! *BOOM!* *BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM* *BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!* THIS IS THE MAIN EVENT! THIS IS THE SWF! THIS IS FROM THE FIRE 2004!! As Icehouse’s “Touch the Fire” continues to play, the sold-out Staples Center in Los Angeles, California, is STARK RAVING MAD CRAZY and ready for the main event of what has been an EXPLOSIVE pay-per-view extravaganza! As the camera pans around the arena, various signs are seen held from the overly excited hands of the fans, including “THE ERA OF OLD SCHOOL!” “NO! NO! NOT NOTORIOUS!” and the popular thing amongst Unnamed fans, a blank sign! Finally, the camera turns around to ringside, where we see Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley, who’s oogling at this month’s SWF Magazine pin-up, Crow! (well, it’s not like the SWF has a diverse selection of divas…) “…I could’ve sworn it was bigger…” stares Riley, trying to figure out one of the many mind-numbing, thought provoking questions that come with a poster of Crow. “It’s always been that way, Bobbo, you just never-“ Comet notices the camera, “WELCOME BACK, CITIZENS, TO THE FINAL MINUTES OF SWF FROM THE FIRE 2004!” Riley tosses the magazine by the wayside. “…I’m Cyclone Comet,” continues the superhero, “alongside Bobbo Riley, and Bobbo, what an AMAZING pay-per-view we’ve seen here tonight! Titles have been fought for, legends have clashed, blood has been spilt-“ “AND GRAPPLER LOST!” hollers Riley, “Yes, the unthinkable occurred, and the number one contender to the World Championship LOST to perennial Junior League LOSER Insane Luchador!” “…right. That was a minor setback for Citizen Matthews, but you have to believe he was more focused on this upcoming match. He’s hoping with that one step backward, he can take ten steps forward by getting a win over-“ “Don’t even SAY it!” Riley interrupts, “do you think Grappler even has a minute chance of beating our honorable champion, Va’aiga, here tonight?” “All the faith in the world, Bobbo,” replies Comet. “You make me sick.” *DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Funyon, microphone in hand inside of the ring, “the following contest is our MAIN EVENT tonight, and it is a TWO CONSECUTIVE FALLS match for the S – W – F HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WOOOOOOOOOORLD! In this match, the first man to score two consecutive falls on his opponent – via pinfall, submission, count out, disqualification, or knock out – will win the match! Now, introducing the participants!” Let the arena blackout commence! Let the spotlight shine on the entrance! Let “Some Kind of Monster” kick into full gear! Let the crowd pop like Stephen Popick’s ego! Let this finally stop! Without a hitch, the number one contender to the World Championship storms out from the back, deadly focus gleaming in his eyes as he makes his way down to the ring! “First, the challenger! From Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at 301 pounds, this is CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAAAATTHEWSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” As the Los Angeles crowd continues to ROAR~, Matthews coolly marches up the ring steps and steps between the ropes. Without even a word or a pose, Grappler retreats to a corner and leans against the turnbuckle. WHAT’S MY NAME?! The proud cheering in the Staples Center transforms into HARSH, HARSH jeering as DMX’s “What’s My Name” blasts out of the arena sound system. From the back emerges the enormous robed figure…with no entourage! He continues his march to the ring, throwing phantom rights and lefts as he reaches ringside. Once there, he climbs up the steps and enters the ring. “Now in the ring, from Rotorua, Aotearoa, weighing in at 309 pounds, he is the S – W – F HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOORLD, HE IS THE MAOOOOOOORI BADASSSSSS, HE IS VAAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAIGAAAAAA!!!” At that moment, Va’aiga tosses his robe off, revealing his chiseled body with SWF Championship belt wrapped proudly around his waist. He raises his arms in the air as jeers shower down on him. Finally, he removes the belt and hands it to referee Nick Soapdish. Soapdish shows it to Va’aiga, and then to Matthews, before raising it in the air for all 20,000+ fans to see. With that, he hands it to the timekeeper and signals for the bell, beginning the main event of From the Fire! *DING DING DING* “And here we GO!” cries Comet, “Va’aiga and Charlie Matthews, two men with a HEATED past, squaring off for the World Championship! The one nagging question I have, though, is where is James Matheson?” “I think it’s simple, Comet,” replies Riley, “Va’aiga didn’t want Grappler fans using excuses; if Matheson was out here, regardless of what he did, after Va’aiga won, everyone would say it was because of Matheson. Va’aiga doesn’t want that. Va’aiga wants everyone to know that HE beat Charlie Matthews, HE kept his title, and HE can beat whoever the hell he wants, whenever he wants.” The two men slowly advance one step at a time, as the buzz from the crowd grows louder and louder. Finally, with both men nearing the center of the ring, Matthews takes the initiative and lunges forward, throwing his arms out for a tie-up- *SMACK!* -but the champion simply throws his hand out and SLAPS the taste out of Charlie’s mouth! The surprise of the move throws Grappler backwards, but Va’aiga doesn’t let up, as he begins firing his arm out at a rapid pace, this time slamming his FIST into the side of Matthews’ face! Charlie rocks back with each punch, and the Maori Badass takes advantage of the situation, grabbing Grappler by the arm and whipping him towards the opposite side of the ring. As Matthews hits the ropes and rebounds, Va’aiga lowers his shoulder and charges, but Charlie is able to avoid the freight train that is the SWF Champion and run towards the opposite ropes. As he comes back and Va’aiga turns around, he simply bends his arm and swings, catching the champion right in the injured face with a big forearm smash! Va’aiga remains on his feet, so Matthews calls back to his days as Show and THINKS FAST~, bending down and wrapping his arms around the Maori’s midsection, before charging forward and DRILLING Va’aiga into the nearest turnbuckle, causing the ring to shake! “Just minutes after the opening bell, this match is already shaking the ring!” notes Comet, “these two mammoths are going to pull out ALL stops for the world championship!” “But it’s not JUST about the World Championship, Comet!” chimes in Riley, “it’s about Charlie Matthews’ selfishness. He won the Clusterfuck, he had the ICTV Title, but NO, he HAD to go and accept the title shot! What a greedy bastard. He deserved to be kicked out of the Unnamed, and he deserves to get his ass handed to him tonight.” Matthews isn’t getting his ass handed to him now, though, as once he slams Va’aiga against the turnbuckle, he rears back and unleashes on the Maori with hard punches to the midsection! After a flurry of rights and lefts, Grappler backs up and then immediately runs back in, trying to sandwich Va’aiga against his body and the turnbuckle…but Va’aiga moves! As Charlie smashes against the corner, Va’aiga runs to the ropes. As he comes back, Matthews turns around, only to get knocked off his feet by a huge Maori shoulder block! As Grappler hits the mat, the champion drops to his knees and straddles Matthews, before firing off MORE rights and lefts, just pounding on Charlie’s face! At the incessant urging of Nick Soapdish, Va’aiga gets up off of Grappler, but not before giving him one last stomp for good measure. As the Maori backs off, Matthews reaches up and uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. When he does, though, Va’aiga comes right back, charging with a full head of steam- *BAM!* -but Matthews gets his leg up! Va’aiga eats the big boot and staggers back, giving Grappler time to run forward, grab Va’aiga by the legs and pull them back, sweeping the champion off his feet with a double leg takedown! As they hit the mat, Charlie takes the right arm of Va’aiga and pressures it back, applying a key lock! “I think we’re getting a feel for both men’s strategies early on,” sayeth Comet, “Va’aiga is going for his in-your-face, smash mouth style of brawling, while Grappler is going for the more technical side of things. Sounds strategy on both ends, I believe.” “Bad idea on Grappler’s end, I believe,” shoots Riley, “I mean, doesn’t he SEE Va’aiga? That man has more muscles than I’ve seen on any man. If Grappler thinks he can do any damage to one of those enormous arms, he’s dead wrong. Dead wrong.” Va’aiga winces as Grappler keeps the key lock in, but he’s able to scoot his shoulders over to the left side, reach out…and grab the bottom rope! Soapdish immediately beckons Grappler to break the hold, and he does so. Va’aiga demands that the referee keep Matthews back, and Soapdish obliges, holding the enormous challenger back as the even more enormous champion gets to his feet. As the Maori advances forward, Charlie quickly grabs a hold of his arm and twists around it, executing a wristlock. Matthews cinches in on the hold, but Va’aiga uses what brought him here and snaps his head forward, cracking his cinder-block-like head against Matthews’! The blow jars the challenger and causes him to let go of the wristlock, and Va’aiga swiftly wraps his mighty arm around Grappler’s neck, before arching backwards and flipping Charlie over his head, down to the mat with an exploder suplex! Va’aiga turns over and drops down on top of the fallen challenger, holding him down as Nick Soapdish goes down to count the pin! “ONE!” “T – NO!” Matthews gets his shoulder off the canvas quite easily, but Va’aiga grabs him by the head and brings him back up to his feet immediately. “I’m telling you, Comet,” begins Riley, “Charlie Matthews is making a big mistake by targeting Va’aiga’s arm. He shouldn’t try to trade *holds* with this guy, he should be going toe-to-toe with him in a big ass brawl! This isn’t the Charlie Matthews I remember.” “Of course it isn’t, Bobbo,” Comet responds, “he’s gone through a lot of respectable changes lately. I thank the good name of Hephaestus that he doesn’t resort to rest hold after rest hold, but instead works a smart technical style. There’s a difference, and he defines it.” Once both men are up, the champion easily lifts the challenger up, scooping him onto his shoulder before slamming him back down with a high angle bodyslam! “BOO – YAH!” Va’aiga bellows his war cry as Los Angeles showers him with even more boos (but not boo – yahs). The Maori Badass walks over to Matthews and stomps down on him some more, before falling to his knees and wrapping his hand tightly around Grappler’s throat, executing a blatant choke! Nick Soapdish tries to break it, but when he can’t, he issues his five count! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIV-“ Va’aiga breaks the hold just before Soapdish would’ve disqualified him, and brings the challenger to his feet yet again. He grabs Matthews by the head, but before he can do anything, Charlie is able to swing his arm around, and connect with a BIG cross to Va’aiga’s injured cheekbone! And another! And a third! Matthews swings for a fourth, but the Maori reaches up and grabs his hand in mid-air, before throwing his head forward and again connecting with a skull-shattering headbutt! Grappler stumbles backwards as Va’aiga grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes. Charlie hits them and comes back, but instead of falling prey to another Va’aiga attack, Grappler musters up the energy to leap into the air, leg first, drilling his knee right into the face of the champion! “And don’t count Matthews out AT ALL!” rejoices Comet, “The champion may be more powerful slash aggressive, but Charlie Matthews has these 20,000 fans behind him, in addition to his fluid technical ability!” “Now you’re just spouting off nonsense,” Riley cries foul, “Grappler’s only getting lucky shots in. Va’aiga is the dominant force in this match, as it is quite obviously seen.” “Quite obviously indeed, Bobbo, with Citizen Matthews’ high knee attack.” “Shut it.” Finally trying to build offensive momentum in this match, Charlie Matthews takes Va’aiga by the head and brings him up to his feet, albeit in a doubled over position. Grappler swings one mighty arm down like a hammer, hitting a clubbing blow to the back of the champion, and then traps him in a gutwrench, hoisting him up into the air and over his shoulder, down to the mat with a big suplex! Charlie wastes no time in moving to the side of Va’aiga, turning him onto his stomach, and twisting his right arm again, executing an elementary armbar! Even from the centered position of the ring they’re currently in, Va’aiga struggles to break free of the hold, whether it’s through escape or by rope break. He slowly moves on his stomach, reaching out with his left hand, but to no avail. With that option unavailable, he moves his legs until he gets up to a sitting position. Now that he’s level with Matthews, he resorts to his clutch move- *BAM!* -swinging his head to the side and striking Grappler with a big headbutt! The single blow breaks the move completely, as Matthews falls to the mat on his side. The Maori Badass gets to his feet, shaking his arm to get the feeling back into it. “EUREKA!” shrieks Comet, “I’ve finally figured it out!” “The meaning of life?” Riley asks. “No, Bobbo, I figured out Citizen Matthews’ game plan! He’s trying to weaken the arm of Va’aiga so he can’t execute his infamous, deadly Lariat!” “Why couldn’t he just use the other arm?” “…way to ruin my moment, Bobbo.” The Champion stalks towards Matthews, but from his position leaning against the second rope, Grappler is able to surprise him by scissoring Va’aiga’s ankle, executing the drop toe hold and causing him to fall throat-first against the top rope! With the breath temporarily taken out of the Maori’s huge body, Grappler ducks under Va’aiga’s arm from behind and hoists him up into the air, diagonally, before dropping him down on his upper back and neck with a backdrop suplex! Immediately after execution Matthews floats over, covering Va’aiga for the first time as Nick Soapdish counts! “ONE!” “TW – NO!” Va’aiga shoulders out easily, but this doesn’t stop the Staples Center fans from solidly backing the challenger! “LET’S – GO – GRAPPLER!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* “LET’S – GO – GRAPPLER!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* Matthews tries to bring Va’aiga up, but the champion roughly gets up on his own accord. Grappler is, however, able to grab the Maori Badass by the arm, and he whips him into the nearest turnbuckle. Without a hitch, Charlie charges forward, and SQUASHES Va’aiga with a huge avalanche! As Va’aiga stumbles out of the corner, Matthews runs to the ropes behind Va’aiga and comes back, leaping into the air before latching on a headlock and falling down, driving the Maori to the mat with a big bulldog! As Va’aiga turns onto his back, Grappler gets up to his feet and immediately drops down with a big elbow, holding onto the pin as Soapdish counts! “ONE!” “T – NOT YET!” “I think Grappler’s only serving to piss the big black guy off,” notes Riley, bluntly, “first he works his arm like this was a puro match, then he pins him after an elbow drop…what’s next, the giant swing?” “I wouldn’t put it past him, Bobbo!” Matthews gets up off of Va’aiga as the champion pulls himself back up. Grappler retreats to the opposite side of the ring, where he begins stomping his foot in wait for the Maori! As he does this, the fans join in, clapping and stomping along with the challenger. Finally, as Va’aiga reaches his feet and turns around, Charlie rushes forward, jumping into the air and pumping his legs, finally shooting his right forward for the bicycle kick…but Va’aiga sidesteps it! Grappler’s boot connects with the top turnbuckle, temporarily stunning him. However, he shakes it off and turns around, just as Va’aiga lifts him up off his feet and snaps around, drilling him to the mat with a HUGE spinebuster! Va’aiga folds Matthews’ legs over his shoulders as Nick Soapdish counts the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” KICKOUT! Va’aiga hurriedly brings Grappler to his feet, before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him into the ropes again. As Matthews comes back this time, though, Va’aiga ducks down and grabs Charlie by his right leg, lifting him UP into the air and dropping him face first against the turnbuckle with a flapjack! Grappler slumps against the turnbuckle, but the Maori Badass wastes no time in turning him around, before slamming a left cross against his face! *BOOM!* And another! *BOOM!* Va’aiga kisses his fist…and swings an enormous right cross that knocks Grappler silly! *SCHWING!* “Citizen Tu'ipulotu is just TOYING with Matthews now,” points out Comet, “he’s turning the match around and making it solidly in his favor. Things don’t bode well for the number one contender right now, Bobbo.” “Have they ever boded well?” asks Riley, “I mean, I hate to sound like an RIAA – distributed mp3, but Grappler hasn’t had things going his way for the entire match! This whole thing has been intricately planned out by our humble champion, and Grappler’s going to pay the price!” Va’aiga takes a moment to cry a mighty “BOO – YAH!” which the fans don’t respond kindly to. “VO – ENG – UH – SUCKS!” “VO – ENG – UH – SUCKS!” Matthews slowly walks out of the corner, and as he does, Va’aiga charges towards the opposite side of the ring. As he comes back, he swings his left arm like a mighty bull rope, looking to take off Grappler’s head with the NO TIME FOR TRASH TALKING NOW, I’LL JUST KNOCK YOUR HEAD OFF AND PIN YOU LARIATOOOOOOOOOO! …but Grappler ducks! As Va’aiga’s momentum carries him towards the opposite ropes, Matthews runs towards the ropes the Maori just came from, and as the two come at each other like opposing trains, Charlie again jumps into the air and pumps his legs, this time connecting with a BIG bicycle kick!! Va’aiga doesn’t fall, but he woozily backs against the ropes, which push him right back into Grappler’s waiting arms! Matthews quickly traps Va’aiga in a front facelock and grabs his tights, fluidly hoisting him up into the air, upside down! The crowd ERUPTS as they sense what’s coming, and Matthews shifts to the side and SNAPS down, crashing down to the mat and executing the Jackhammer Suplex! “DING! DING! DING! IT’S ROUGHLY 7:30 PM PACIFIC AND TIME FOR YOUR WAKE UP CALL, CITIZEN TU’IPULOTU!” Comet roars, pumping his fist in the air. “That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” snaps Riley, “…and that was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen! What the hell is this? Surely this is some kind of joke; surely this is a hoax…” Matthews stays on top of Va’aiga, and Nick Soapdish counts as the 20,000 plus in attendance count along! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEE!!!!” *DING!* The crowd ERUPTS as Funyon raises the microphone to his mouth, “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the fall, via pinfall, CHAAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAATTHEWSS! Matthews now has one fall. There will now be a ten second rest period.” “Sweet hallucinating JESUS, Bobbo!” cries Comet, “Charlie Matthews just pinned the World Champion right out of the gates! If that isn’t prophetic, I don’t know what is!” “This is wrestling, Comet, and anything that seems prophetic probably isn’t. No, wait, anything that seems prophetic DEFINITELY isn’t. Va’aiga’s just biding his time. He knows he needs to lose twice in a row, and since that’s impossible, he took the fall. Nothing wrong with that.” As the rest period begins, Matthews triumphantly gets off of Va’aiga, and retreats to the corner, before saluting the Los Angeles fans. The Champion, meanwhile, tries to figure out where he is, and slowly rolls towards the opposite corner of Grappler. As he begins pulling himself up with the help of the turnbuckle, the ten seconds expires! *DING!* Charlie Matthews doesn’t miss a beat, as he begins stalking his prey and looking to end this match early! He grabs the rising Va’aiga by the head and brings him up, trapping him in a front facelock once again! As the Staples Center rises to their feet and begins cheering in unison again, Matthews sets Va’aiga up and hoists him into the air, holding him in position for another Wake Up Call! …but Va’aiga drops down, landing on his feet behind Matthews! Before the challenger can even realize what happened, the Maori Badass wraps his arms around Charlie’s midsection in a waistlock before plowing forward, driving Grappler chest-first right into the turnbuckle! With the wind knocked out of his body, Charlie can only stand his ground, stunned, as Va’aiga traps him in an inverted facelock and drops backwards with an inverted DDT! As they hit the mat, Va’aiga keeps the facelock on, before scissoring his legs around Grappler’s midsection, completing the PACIFIC STRETCH! “HOLY MINERVA, IT’S THE PACIFIC STRETCH!” shouts Comet, “Things don’t look good for the challenger, as this deadly submission maneuver of Va’aiga’s is very rarely executed!” “I TOLD you, Comet!” Riley gloats, “it’s all about timing! What a perfect opportunity for Va’aiga to capitalize and get two straight falls on Mr. Matthews!” Grappler struggles for any breath he can get, while kicking and flailing around to break free of the deadly submission! The life is literally being squeezed out of the challenger’s body, and he seems to go into a weaker state of mind…when all of a sudden, the kicking and flailing helps him, as his left leg lands on the bottom rope, and Nick Soapdish orders that the hold be broken, to the crowd’s delight! Fuming, the Maori Badass relinquishes the hold and gets to his feet, stomping down on the challenger with fury racing through his veins! Finally, he brings Grappler up to his feet and grabs him by the arm, once again whipping him towards the ropes. As Matthews comes back, the champion makes the mistake of swinging his RIGHT arm for a lariat, and Charlie is able to counteract this by grabbing a hold of the arm and snapping backwards, falling to the mat and jarring Va’aiga’s shoulder with a brutal single arm DDT! “And you said it wasn’t worth it, Bobbo!” Comet beams, “at a pivotal time in the match, Grappler goes right back to that arm he was working over, and it may lead to the demise of our champion!” After the maneuver is hit, both men take a second to lie on the mat, exhausted. As “GRA – PULL – ER!” chants rise from the vocal chords of every fan in attendance, Va’aiga nurses his arm and Charlie tries to regain his breath and composure. Both men begin getting off the mat as Soapdish begins the ten count, and once they reach their respective feet, they turn to each other and immediately begin firing off strikes! *BOOM!* …a left cross from Va’aiga! *BAM!* …a punch to the gut by Matthews! *POW!* …an enormous backhand from the champ! Grappler winds up and swings with all he’s got left, but Va’aiga sidesteps the arm and pulls it back, trapping Matthews in position for, and then applying, the abdominal stretch! Jeers rain down on the champion as he cinches back, causing agonizing pain to the abdomen, ribs, and generally the entire upper body of Charlie Matthews. Grappler himself hollers in pain, as it feels as though his body is going to be torn to shreds by this lethal submission. Nick Soapdish stands in position, asking Grappler if he wants to continue or not. Matthews, of course, replies with a resounding “NO!” “It seems as though Va’aiga is finally using Matthews’ strategy,” notes Comet, “utilizing submission holds to gain an advantage!” “’Using Matthews’ strategy’?” Riley echoes, “what the HELL kind of opium are you smoking, Comet, because I want some! Va’aiga’s just doing what he would NORMALLY do for a match of this magnitude. He isn’t stealing anyone’s ideas, moves, or anything. This is ALL Va’aiga, baby.” Matthews struggles and squirms, trying to fight out of this brutally agonizing abdominal stretch. Finally, as Va’aiga reaches down to pound his fist against Charlie’s midsection, the Grappler is able to summon all the strength in his arm and flip the Maori over, taking him down to the mat with a hiptoss variation, much to the crowd’s delight! Grappler stays on his feet and Va’aiga, not looking to be outdone, hurries back up to his. The champion charges at his adversary, but Matthews senses this and ducks under his outstretched arm, wrapping his own arm around his neck and sweeping Va’aiga’s leg, taking him down to the mat with an STO! As Va’aiga hits the mat and the fans roar, Matthews gets to his feet and drags the Maori by the arm, closer to a turnbuckle. From there, in a very, VERY rare move, Grappler climbs up to the second rope, and, holding onto the top rope as he does so, he bounces on the ropes twice to build momentum, before he kicks his legs out and lets go of the top rope, sailing down on top of Va’aiga with a SQUASH-TASTIC VADER BOMB! Matthews stays right on top of Va’aiga as Nick Soapdish counts the pin! ”ONE!” “TWO!” “TH – NOOOO!” Realizing that power moves probably aren’t the best way to put Va’aiga down right now, Matthews goes back to what helped him in the first place. He brings the Maori back up to his feet and stands behind him, before placing his left forearm across Va’aiga’s throat and pulling his other arm behind his back, executing a cross face chickenwing! “This could be the move that does it!” chimes in Comet, “Citizen Matthews has done some masterful work on that right arm of Va’aiga, and now, with the insanely painful cross face chickenwing applied, we could see a submission out of the Maori!” “Don’t get your hopes up, Comet,” replies Riley, “I’ve NEVER seen Va’aiga submit before, and I guarantee that we aren’t going to see it tonight. This is too big a match to see someone like our champion blow it by tapping out.” The question doesn’t need to be asked for long, though, as Va’aiga presses backwards, pushing Matthews back and right against the turnbuckle! Though the chickenwing is still applied, Va’aiga takes a few steps forward and then charges back again, smashing Grappler against the turnbuckle and finally breaking the hold! As Grappler regains his bearings, the Maori Badass charges at the opposite ropes, hitting them and coming back with his left arm extended, catching Matthews right under the jaw with the THIS TIME IT’S FOR REAL, TIME TO WIN THE FALL AND KNOCK YOUR ASS OUT, TAKE THE MATCH AND KEEP MY TITLE, YOU’LL REGRET EVER WANTING THIS TITLE SHOT LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Matthews crumples to the mat and Va’aiga drops to his knees…but instead of covering Grappler, he grabs his limp body and brings him back up to his feet! With everyone in attendance questioning the Maori, Va’aiga scoops Grappler up and holds him horizontally, as the crowd begins jeering all the jeers they can possibly jeer! After one last ‘BOO – YAH!” Va’aiga charges forward, leaping into the air and slamming Grappler down to the mat WITH AUTHORITY!! “THE MAORI DROP! MAORI DROP!” screams Riley, “Oh Comet, it feels so GOOD to be right sometimes. I’m vindicated! I am a god but not a god of the magnitude of Va’aiga!” “Two of the most lethal finishing maneuvers in the SWF today were just used consecutively on the challenger, and things don’t look too bright right now!” adds Comet. Va’aiga stays flat on top of Grappler, and Nick Soapdish counts the pin as the boos cast a thunderstorm down on the champion! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEE!” *DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Funyon, “the winner of the fall, via pinfall, VAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAAIGAAAAAA!! Va’aiga now has one fall, and Matthews has none. The ten second rest period will begin.” Va’aiga stands up off of Matthews, valiantly raising his arms in the air, asking the 20,000+ fans, “WHAT’S MY NAME?!” the fans answer him. “ASS – HOLE!” “ASS – HOLE!” Matthews, meanwhile, is barely moving as the rest period begins, but finally, with five seconds left, his eyes flutter to life. He slowly props his elbows and begins to sit up, but as he does, the rest period ends, and Va’aiga comes right back at him! *DING!* With Matthews sitting up, Va’aiga drops down to his knees and wraps his mighty arm around Grappler’s neck, squeezing tight with a brutal chinlock! The airflow to Matthews’ body is immediately cut off, and the challenger struggles to do whatever he can to stay alive. With the lariat and Maori Drop still ringing in his head and body, Charlie reaches out towards the ropes…but to no avail. “Perfect timing by the champion here,” points out Comet, “because not only was Citizen Matthews destroyed by the two-step lariat / Maori Drop combo, but now he’s losing oxygen rapidly! We could see a submission here!” “Despite the fact that submissions never happen off these holds,” begins Riley, “this will serve as a great way to slow Grappler down enough to pin his hairy ass again and keep the title.” “LET’S – GO – GRAPP – LER!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* “LET’S – GO – GRAPP – LER!” *clap – clap – clap-clap-clap* As the chants ring out from the Los Angeles fans, Matthews is able to turn around…and get up to his knees! The fans roar as he plants one foot down, and pushes up onto both feet! Va’aiga struggles to keep the chinlock on, but it’s worthless, as Matthews shoots one elbow… two elbows… three elbows into the midsection of the Maori, breaking the hold! Finally getting the oxygen and blood pumping again, Charlie rushes to the ropes, coming back- *BOOM!* -just as Va’aiga takes a charge forward and shoots his leg out, catching Matthews right smack in the face with an enormous Yakuza Kick! As Grappler goes down, the Maori Badass follows him, hooking his far leg as Nick Soapdish counts the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” “T – SHOULDER UP!” Frustrated, the champion pulls Matthews up by the hair and immediately places his head in a standing headscissors position! Taunting Grappler’s usual set up for the Old School Powerbomb, Va’aiga reaches down and begins to pick Charlie up….but Matthews begins standing up, which causes Va’aiga to flip up and over his shoulders and down to the mat! Matthews woozily stumbles on his feet, as Va’aiga rushes back up to try and stop Grappler’s adrenaline rush. The champion charges at Grappler, but Matthews is able to use Va’aiga’s momentum against him, trapping a front facelock on Va’aiga and grabbing his tights, lifting him up and spinning around, dropping him down chest-first on the mat with a spinning front suplex! “Momentum shift alert!” rings Comet, “I think Citizen Matthews just solidified his advantage in this match, catching Citizen Tu’ipulotu off guard not once, but twice!” “He’s wasting his energy,” remarks Riley, “if Grappler knew what was good for him, he’d stick to the boring, plodding style that made him infamous. That way he could still *attempt* to get a fall (not bloody likely) without sapping all of his energy away.” Grappler slowly gets to his feet to a great ovation from the Staples Center, but Va’aiga follows him right up. Matthews decides to stick to his old game plan, and he grabs the Maori’s left arm, before twisting it behind his back in a hammerlock! From there, Grappler faces his front and ducks under Va’aiga’s other arm, before hoisting the champion up and over his shoulder, dropping him down with a hammerlock-assisted northern lights suplex! Pain races through Va’aiga’s right arm as he rolls towards the safe haven of the ropes on his stomach, trying to separate himself from the challenger. However, Matthews stays right on Va’aiga, dropping down next to the champion and again wrenching his right arm behind his back with a grounded hammerlock! Though the Maori Badass is just inches from the ropes, he can’t reach out and get them because they’re on his right side. “And what do you know,” begins Riley, “Grappler actually listened to me! I think I really am a god, Comet. I know anything and everything about everything.” Comet can only sigh and roll his eyes at yet another Bobbo Riley boasting session. However, Matthews wasn’t being completely smart in his ring position, as Va’aiga moves his right *leg* over to the side…and drapes it across the bottom rope, forcing Grappler to relinquish the hold! Charlie begrudgingly does so, but takes a hold of the Maori’s injured arm and pulls him up by it, back to his feet. Quickly, Matthews hoists Va’aiga onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He then pushes Va’aiga’s legs behind his back and, still holding onto his right arm, drops down into a sitting position, as both men fall and Charlie jars Va’aiga’s arm against his shoulder! The Maori Badass doesn’t seem as badass now as he howls in pain, holding his right arm in agony. Matthews rolls Va’aiga onto his stomach and covers him, tightly holding him down as Soapdish counts the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THR – NOT YET!” Va’aiga gets his left shoulder up, but this doesn’t bother the Grappler as he brings the champion back up to his feet. Solidly in control, Matthews takes Va’aiga by the left arm and whips him into the ropes. Va’aiga rebounds and Charlie swings his arm out for a big lariat…but the Maori ducks! Va’aiga stops and stands side-to-side with Grappler, one hand on his arm and the other around his neck as he sweeps Charlie’s leg out, driving him down to the mat with a side Maori leg sweep! “Don’t count Va’aiga out yet!” Riley screams in a mock-Comet tone, “he only needs one more fall to seal the deal and keep his title, and by god, he’s going to take it!” “The pain these men must be feeling right now,” Comet empathizes, “the agony, the adrenaline, everything…it’s coursing through their veins, Bobbo, and they’re going to pull out every single stop they possibly can to win!” Va’aiga slowly grabs onto a rope and pulls himself up to his feet, as Charlie Matthews does the same on the opposite side of the ring. As they both reach their feet, they charge at each other, both men trying to reach an advantage… *BOOOM!* …and both men collide! The force of two three-hundred plus pounders colliding body to body pushes both backwards, but the Maori Badass blindly swings with a left cross, connecting right with the side of Grappler’s head! Matthews rocks back, and Va’aiga fires another! And the Maori shoots a kick into the gut of Charlie! Out of NOWHERE, Va’aiga scoops Charlie up, holding him horizontally…and then drops down, SLAMMING GRAPPLER TO THE MAT WITH A MAORI DROP!!!! “ANOTHER MAORI DROP!” cries Riley, “hallelujah, it’s raining men, it’s raining Grapplers, dead boom gone VA’AIGA’S KEEPING THE TITLE!” Va’aiga stays right down on top of Matthews as Nick Soapdish counts. All twenty thousand fans stand up out of their seats, looking on in anticipation for the pinfall! “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” “HE KICKED OUT!” rejoices Comet, “Charlie Matthews just kicked out of the Maori Drop!” “What the HELL?!” questions Riley, in shock, “and look at Va’aiga! I think his head’s going to pop; he’s SEETHING! I wouldn’t want to be Nick Soapdish OR Charlie Matthews right now!” Va’aiga gets up off of Grappler, smoke pouring out of his ears as he gets right in Nick Soapdish’s face, shouting obscenities and derogatory remarks! Soapdish backs off, but the Maori shoves him into the turnbuckle anyway! Va’aiga slides out of the ring and goes to ringside, where he grabs a steel chair! With jeers raining down on him, the world champion slides back into the ring. Soapdish tries to stop him, warning him that he’ll be disqualified if he uses it, but Va’aiga will not listen! Oblivious to all of this, Charlie Matthews slowly brings himself up to his feet, when Va’aiga rears back and swings! *CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!* *DING!* “Ladies and gentlemen,” begins Funyon, as Va’aiga throws the chair down, “the winner of the fall as a result of a DIS – QUALIFICATION, CHAAAAAARLIE ‘GRAPPLER’ MAAAAAAATTHEWS! Matthews now has one fall, and Va’aiga has none. The ten second rest period will now begin.”
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Comet: You can hear those kicks echoing all around the arena. Danny is trying to make all this damage add up while it counts. But even with the pain shooting through his body, Dace slowly twists around, wrenching Danny’s grip from his hair and making the up hill struggle to his feet. Shoving Williams backwards with a surge of strength, Dace tries to force the pain out of his body with a roar. The sound is cut short and then drowned out up the pop from the fans as Danny leaps forwards, wrapping his arm around Night’s neck and takes him down to the mat with a neckbraeker drop. Twisting his body over in a flash, Danny turns his position into a cover on Dace. One! Two! Dace rolls his shoulders off the mat, breaking free of the cover, still not staying down for anything Danny can throw. Already desperately trying to follow up his attack, Williams clasps his arms around Dace’s mid section and wrenches him upwards. Digging his shoulder into his ex-pupil’s back, Danny digs his feet into the mat as he hauls Dace up into the air and dumps his shoulders into the mat, balancing his weight into bridge. The fans burst into yet another round of red hot cheers as Soapdish scrambles in to count the fall. One! Two! Comet: Bridging backdrop suplex! But Citizen Night doesn’t stay down. Danny really is trying every plan he can think of to capitalise on the damage he does to Dace. Riley: How much longer can Dace keep pulling it back from the brink before all these attacks catch up with him? Once again Dace as rolls his shoulder as the fans let out a mixed gasp of disappointment and relief. Reaching down, Danny tries to force Dace forwards into a standing headscissoers, but Dace has other ideas. Slapping his former teacher’s hands away, Horrorcore unloads three stiff forearm shots into his face before unloading three knee strikes into his ribs. Doubling Williams over, Dace starts driving his knee into Danny’s face like a piston, snapping his head back over and over. Snaking his arms out, Danny grabs hold of Dace’s leg as it shoot up once more, stopping it dead. Rearing back up to his full height, the move takes Dace by surprises as Danny lands a brutal forearm shot to his face. The fans erupt into a wave of cheers as Dace staggers backwards. Comet: Citizen Dace is trying to simply out power Danny with his blows but he can’t get enough force behind them to make it work! Riley: It’s all catching up with Dace now and as long as it doesn’t catch up with Danny too soon he’s got this one in the bag! Swinging all his weight forwards, Danny unleashes what could be a match ending elbow, only for it to thud into Night’s raised forearms. Thrashing out in anger, Danny jams a boot into Dace’s gut then drills the point of his elbow into the back of Dace’s neck. Toppling forwards like mortally wounded man, Dace grasps at Danny’s tights, vainly trying to hold himself up against the pull of pain. Bringing his forearm down like a club, Danny hammers it across the back of his former follower, trying to break the last of his resistance. Raining down blow after blow, Danny watches as Dace sinks further and further down, his grip slowly weakening and fading. The Staples Center gets in behind the current leader of the Unholy Trinity with a huge chant. “LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE!” Roughly ducking Night’s head between his legs, Danny Williams closes his arms and looks to end it all with one big and well practiced powerbomb. Half trying to save himself, half collapsing, Dace falls to one knee, his breath sort and ragged, his body red all over from the efforts and attacks of the match. Gritting his teeth, Danny leans back, hauling Dace to his feet like a lump of rock and slams a knee into Dace’s rib section, forcing even more out of his lungs. Straining back, Williams tries to drag up two hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight for the death blow. With only his fighting spirit and the roar of the fans keeping him even awake, Dace falls to both knees, with all his body feeling like lead. Grunting his disgust, Danny steps again from the standing headscissors. Stepping over Dace’s back, he lunges downwards, cracking his forearm off the back of Dace’s skull and sending him face first into the mat. Slamming home another blow to be sure, Danny strains with the effort at rolling Dace over before dropping down into a pin. The fans break into a chant along count as Soapdish’s hand hits the mat. “One!” “Two!” “T-Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Comet: Citizen Night escapes the powerbomb, just. And he’s still kicking out form whatever Danny hits him with. Riley: But he can only keep kicking out for so long. Danny’s sitting in control right now. He’s working slow, getting all the rest he can. Even if Dace does manage to fight back, he’s got his work cut out for him to even things up. With Dace weakly holding his throbbing head, Danny pushes himself back to his feet like terminator. Standing over his fallen successor, Williams raises himself up on tip topes, ready to drop a knee onto his head like the final curtain call on life. Suddenly the fans burst back into a red hot pop as Dace makes an almost final lunge across the mat. Tackling Danny’s legs out from under him, Horrorcore claws his way into a top mount, giving himself the room to fire off a comeback attack. But the crowd turns white hot as Dace’s head snaps back from a bone jarring elbow smash before he can even fire off one shot. Digging his heels into the mat, Danny rolls his weight and flips the mount over, dropping his weight across the lifeless Dace Night. Comet: DOUBLE LEG! NO ELBOW SMASH! Dace tries to fight back but gets cut off at the starting block! Riley: Once again those elbows are taking Dace apart piece by piece! The roaring pop simmers down into a long say as Soapdish doesn’t start the count, pointing out Dace’s leg draped across the bottom rope. Slamming his fists into the mat in rage it is careless mistake, Danny uses the ropes to stand up before bending down to haul Dace to his feet. His back starting to crack at the constant effort of lifting two hundred and fifty pounds, Williams starts to feel the leaden feeling setting into his body as well. With his eyes barely open and the side of his face swelling up from all the elbows, Dace hardly feels his body being dragging back to it’s feet. Launching his arm out without much hope of connecting, Dace stumbles forwards as a desperation elbow sails through the air and connects with Danny’s chin. Both men topple down to the mat as the pop from the crowd reaches new highs. Comet: Dace saves his skin with a desperate elbow smash! Danny had him finished for sure then! Riley: Talk about irony. All those elbows almost being the end of Dace and now he uses one to try and turn the tide! “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DACE! DACE! DACE!” The red hot crowd just gets hotter and hotter as they chant on for both men, now laying out flat on the mat. Soapdish stands over both of then, slowly starting to count both of them down. The chants only get louder and louder as the count gets higher and higher. Dace flinches first, his body seeming to spasm as he gets to his knees like an old man. Williams is following right behind him, he’s head still spinning from the blow, but he’s not as worn down. Digging down into depths needed to last through ultraviolent death matches, Dace crawls at the air, forcing himself to stand up. Just as the count is about to run out, both men stumble onto their feet, clearly the walking wounded. Another pop echoes around the arena as both men are back on their feet and ready to continue. Comet: These two Citizens have such heart and spirit. You have to wonder if they’re even close to ending this battle yet? Riley: As much as I hate to say it, when it’s a battle between people as connected as Dace Night and Danny Williams, it’s going to take every damn big bomb in the book and then some to end it all. Rage at the match slipping away from him and from not fitting back from all the attacks, pushes Dace on, pushing his limits to where they have to go. Staggering forwards, Dace swings his arm back like a machine and hammers his elbow into Danny’s face. Thankful he even managed to land the blow, Dace twists back and unloads another elbow, and another, jabbing them into Danny’s face and rattling his skull. Forcing the former Unholy Trinity leader backwards with every blow, Horrorcore uses one left elbow to spin Danny on his heels. Leaping forwards like a wild animal on a feast, Night clamps on a rear waistlock and arches his back as fast as he can. Almost spiking Williams into the mat with a german suplex, Dace struggles to keep himself bridged over for the pinfall. The fans burst into a count as Soapdish goes down.. “One!” “Two! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo!” Comet: German Suplex … THE BRIDGE COLLAPSES! Dace dumps Danny with a nasty german suplex but he doesn’t have it in him to hold onto the bridge! Riley: That could be a match decider right there. If Dace can even make the covers of his big moves, he can’t win. Furry and frustration start to boil over in Dace, as he pounds the mat, all most yelling in rage. Slowly uncoiling back to his feet, like a wounded animal, Night looks down at the crumpled mass of Danny Williams. But even as Dace tries to regain his composure, Danny is reaching for the ropes and forcing himself back into the fight, like a proud warrior. Setting in and battling to keep the advantage he almost threw away, Dace clamps Danny in a standing headscissors and slips on a double underhook. Flipping his former leader up into the air, the Trinity lead sends him crashing back into the mat with a release tiger driver. Rather than diving straight in for the cover, Dace forces himself to be cool and drags Danny away from the safety of the ropes instead. “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!” The chant rolls across the arena from all the fans, the crowd starting to go from red hot to white hot. Folding Danny’s legs over head and pinning his arms down with a knuckle lock, Dace makes a complete and compact cover, hoping to pin down his former mentor once and for all. Soapdish hits the mat in the flash and starts a count, even as the fans still chant for Danny. One! Two! Th… Danny gets his shoulders up and the crowd breaks into a furious cheer. Dace stumbles back in shock before roaring back in sheer furry, kicking Danny right in the face and diving back across him for another cover.. One! Two! Comet: Citizen Williams kicks out again! Citizen Night is really starting to unload here but it dose look like he’s got what it takes to finish Danny off! As Danny tries to struggle away, Dace grabs him by the back of the an almost breaks his face wide open with an elbow smash before shoving him back down for yet another cover… One! Two! Comet: Another Kickout! Riley: I knew he couldn’t do it. Dace has had too much taken out of him. He’s tying to beat Danny down, he needs to break out the big guns. Jerking up to his feet, Dace hauls Danny up by his hair, like a bully dragging up a nerd. With one hand gripped around Williams’ throat, Dace grabs his leg and bending his knees, strains back. Picking up all of Danny Williams’ weight and taking his high overhead, Dace holds him up in a press slam position. Silence rolls across the crowd as Dace lets out a huge roar as he throws his arms out, letting Danny drop onto his shoulders like a bag of flour. Quickly grabbing Danny’s head and legs, Dace throws him over to the side almost as soon as Danny hits his shoulders, drilling him into the mat with a huge reverse DVD that rocks the ring and sends the crowd into a massive, boiling group of cheers and shouts. Comet: REVERSE DVD FROM A PRESS SLAM! Dace just ended it right there! Riley: He hopes he has anyway. If he hasn’t, he better dig down and pull something special out to win this one. Almost stumbling, Dace leans on his knee, sucking in air, trying to shake out the last of the ringing from his ears. Down on the mat, Danny twitches, barely, as his spine creaking and groans at every little movement after such impact onto the mat. Danny opens his eyes and stares up at the lights, now seeing stars spinning around his head, wondering why he can’t hear the sounds of Soapdish’s hand hitting the mat. Slapping his leg, Dace points at Danny as he kicks his feet into the mat, setting the crowd into an ever louder rumble as he struggles to stand up right. Riley: Dace isn’t going in for the kill and that’s going to cost him! Comet: I think Citizen Night knows that he needs take in the gas just incase it takes one final run. Other wise if he falls at the last hurdle, Danny is going to take him down and beat him. Wiping the sweet from his eyes, Dace lets his face return to it’s cold set focus as he backs up along the ring, keeping his eyes focuses on his target of Danny Williams. Danny peels his aching body from the mat and starts to stagger back to his feet as Dace’s roar breaks across the ring. Charging in like a man possessed, Night throws out his leg and drills his extended foot into Danny’s head like a wrecking ball into a building. Comet: YAKUZA KICK! Citizen Night is looking to win this match with his own big strike! Riley: Now those are the big guns I was talking about! Stopping for a moment like a car that’s just run out of gas, Dace sucks in a huge lungful of air before reaching over and dragging Danny up like he was a big sack of bricks. Linking his arms under Williams’ shoulders in a double underhook. Snapping his body backwards into the mat like he’s just been shot, Dace drags Danny down with him, right onto his head. The crowd explodes at the impact as Danny rolls off his head and slumps to the mat in a comatose like state as Horrorcore rolls on top of him. The fans burst into a huge chant along with the pinfall… “ONE!” “TWO!” ……… “TH-ooooooohhhhhhhhh!” Just rolling his shoulder as Soapdish’ hand comes down for the third time, Danny escapes the pinfall after a big but not full powered assault from his former pupil as the fans boil over into another huge roar. Comet: DEFENESTRATION! Dace just nailed Citizen Williams with one of his biggest weapons but he couldn’t get enough behind it to get the job done and Danny just rolls the shoulder up. Riley: You’ve got to be thinking right now, if Dace could have hit that move full power, would it have been enough. But it looks like it’s going to take one hundred percent to take Danny down tonight! Ignoring the ache and pain building up inside his body, Dace manages to half cruel to his feet, trying to mask the look on his face that he failed to keep Danny down yet again. Backing up into the ring ropes once more, he clutches onto them for support, trying to take any break he can. His mind still foggy from the big double arm DDT, Danny sits up half dazed, looking around as he stands up, hearing another battle roar from the charging Dace. The impulse doesn’t have time to reach his brain as he ducks in sheer well train instinct. Spinning around and launching off the momentum, Danny sends a huge rolling elbow sailing home into Dace’s jaw, smashing him down the mat. Crraacck! Comet: ROLLING ELBOW TO CITIZEN NIGHT! Danny ducked the second Yakuza Kick and just taught Dace a lesson in gut reactions! Using the valuable moments to clutch his groggy head, Williams tries to quell the burning fires of pain. Thumping the mat to try and turn his frustrations into rage and dull his own pain, Dace slowly drags himself up like walking wounded in a war. Swirling around, Dace tries to beat Danny to the punch, but Williams is a set ahead of him, jabbing one elbow then a second into Night’s face, dropping him back to the mat from the force. Riley: Did someone stuff an energizer bunny in these two? Of all the things they’d done to each other and they’re still getting back up and fighting. They’re slowing down, but how long is it going to take to actually have one of them stop? Flopping over onto his front like a fish out of water, Dace hardly knows where he is as Danny stands over hooking his legs under Dace’s arm pits. In a rare show of flashy mat work, Williams twists around, leaning forwards which rolls Dace on top his shoulders. Bridging backwards, Danny traps Dace in a classic Japanese leg clutch pin for a surprise cover as another round of cheers breaks out. “ONE!” “TWO!” ……… “THR-oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” But Dace mirrors Danny for just a minute before an rolls his shoulder up from the mat and escapes the cover as the crowd continues to simmer in sheer excitement. Comet: Citizen Williams with a beautiful Leg Clutch trying to catch a wounded Dace off guard with a surprising move. And it almost worked as well. But only almost. Now Danny takes a turn at backing into ropes and sucking down air to. Shutting out his bodies complaints of the pain, Danny flexes his arm for a moment, watching as Dace sits on his knees, hardly focusing. Rising to his feet, Night starts to look around for his opponent but its too late as his world goes white and stars explode from the back of his head. Hitting the mat like a fallen statue, Dace lays sprawled out as Williams tugs him over onto his front and drops into cover. The crowd has hardly died down from the impact of the running elbow to the back of Horrorcore’s head before the explode again as Soapdish comes in again for the cover. Comet: ENZUI RUNNING ELBOW SMASH! Dace just had his lower brain functions scrambled by that blow and Citizen Williams has this match won! Riley: What did I tell you about those elbows! “ONE!” “TWO!” …… “THRE-nnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo!” But one more time the shoulder leaves the mat as Dace’s whole body leaves the mat like the death throws of a dying man. Showing half a smile for toughness and fighting spirit of his ex pupil, Danny doesn’t let it distract him as stands back up. Having to use both hands to drag the weakly struggling Dace Night back up and into a standing Headscissors, Danny ignores the hurt he feels all over. Wrapping his arms around Dace’s mid section, Williams hauls back with every bit of overcharged roid increased muscle as the crowd edges forwards on their seats. As Dace is dragged all the way up into the air, the fans leave their seats. And as Dace slams into mat with a splat, the Staples Center lets out a collective yell. Holding onto Dace’s legs, Williams presses down with all the force he can find as Soapdish start the count. “ONE!” “TWO!” ……… ……… “TTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEE---Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooo!” Comet: THE POWERBOMB! DACE KICKS OUT! Riley: Holy hell, these two just keep pushing the bar higher and higher! Rushing back to his feet with an energy rush from being so close to victory, Danny wrenches Dace straight off the mat and grips him right back into a standing headscissors. Horrorcore wavers and almost collapses as he stands doubled over, with only Williams grip keeping him upright. The crowd doesn’t have chance to die down as Danny locks his arms around Night’s mid section and tries to haul him back up for a second powerbomb. Comet: HE’S GOING FOR ANOTHER POWERBOMB! NO WAY DACE CAN TAKE THAT! The crowd doesn’t get a chance to quiet down as it explodes once more as Dace lunges his weight forwards in a desperate move to survive. Wrapping his arms around Danny’s legs, Night uses a double leg takedown to counter the powerbomb and give himself some momentum. Rolling across the mat, Dace bails up of the ring and to the apron. Struggling to even keep his eyes open after the first powerbomb, Dace collapses into a heap. Comet: CITIZEN NIGHT ESCAPES THE POWERBOMB! With a last ditch effort he manages to find a way out of that one. A second powerbomb would have been the end of Dace Night. Riley: The crowd is going nuts for this. Hell, even I’m going nuts for this! Comet: Citizen Williams is already back on his feet and he’s heady right for Dace! Coldly climbing out on to the ring apron, Williams creeps up behind his helpless victim. Thanks to a handful of tights, Danny manages to get Dace somewhat on his feet. Horrorcore teeters like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but Williams keeps him steady with a rear waistlock. Once Danny’s intentions comes to light, the fans jump out of their chairs, excited and terrified at the same time! Comet: Citizen Williams, preparing to......GERMAN SUPLEX DACE OFF THE RING APRON!!! Riley: Just when you thought you’ve seen it all, some psycho decides to raise the bar a little higher! This could end up being the coolest thing I’ve ever seen! Comet: I know Williams is desperately seeking for a way to put Dace away, but this is villainous overkill anyway you cut it! Bending his knees for added spring, Williams prepares to launch Dace into oblivion! Fighting for his life, Night wildly swings elbows back at Danny’s head! The point of Horrorcore’s elbow slams into Danny’s temple repeatedly, forcing him to release his former pupil from his clutches. The fans quiet down and get back in their chairs, relieved that they won’t see the new Unholy Trinity leader killed before their very eyes, but yet they are also disappointed that the crazy high spot didn’t come into fruition. Comet: Oh, thank heavens! Riley: Speak for yourself, I want to see total vertical death! Shaking his head in discomfort, Williams staggers backwards, while Dace struggles to regain his sense. Slowly turning towards his attacker, Dace finds Danny sprinting forward in anger! Going downstairs, Horrorcore stabs Williams in the gut with a back elbow! His cheeks puffing and his eyes bulging out of his head, Danny doubles over out of breath, allowing Dace to quickly pin his arms back in a double underhook! The crowd goes batshit as Dace does unthinkable, and flips Williams high into the air! Boldly jumping off the ring apron, Dace SPIKES WILLIAMS INTO THE FLOOR WITH A BONE CRUSHING TIGER DRIVER!!! Comet: HOLY COWAHBUNGA! Riley: It may not be total vertical death, but it was still one hell of a splat! Both men are down and out on the floor, while the thousands in attendance make as much noise as humanly possible! Eventually, some order comes to the sonic chaos, and an organized, “Holy Shit!” chant breaks out. Comet: Williams foolishly took a big risk that he didn’t have to take, and as a result Dace has scored with what may be the match ending move! Peeling himself off the mat, Dace lumbers his way to the ring apron, and slides inside. Knowing that he won’t be satisfied with a count out victory, Dace rolls back outside with a fresh count to work with. Stiffly bending over like an old man with a bad back, Dace tugs on Danny’s arm in a vain attempt to get him back on his feet. Riley: Someone needs to get a toe tag on Williams, cause his ass is dead! Realizing that Danny is too limp to get on his feet, Dace enlists the aid of a front facelock in his effort to get him back in the ring. After a great deal of straining, Dace manages to get all 250 pounds of Williams’ lifeless carcass inside the ring. Scrambling inside the ring, Dace hastily blankets Danny for what is sure to be the winning cover! Nearly wetting themselves with joy, the molten hot crowd screams along with the count! “ONE!” “TWO!” ........................ “THRE-Oooooooooooooh!” The crowd groans in disappointment as Williams drapes his leg over the bottom rope, bringing the count to a grinding halt! As if the kick out is causing him psychical pain, Dace flops back to the mat in a state of melancholy. Riley: Crucial error from Dace Night, if he would have took the time to drag Williams away from the ropes before going for the cover, he might’ve won the match. Comet: Now is not the time to cry over spilled milk, he’s got Williams’ hurt, and he needs to keep him that way. Getting his shit together, Dace grabs Danny by one of his boots, and attempts to drag him off the ropes, however, he makes the discovery that Williams has a death grip on the bottom rope. Going nowhere fast, Dace loosens Williams’ grip with some stomps, and than tires again. Still, Williams refuses to budge, prompting Dace to pull harder. Using his free leg, Danny uses Dace’s own resistance against him by kicking him in the chest! The kicks sends Dace stumbling backwards, allowing Williams to slip underneath the ropes, and drop down to the floor for a much needed break. Comet: Danny Williams is in total survival mode, doing everything he possibly can to buy himself recovery time! Riley: Even if Danny stayed out there all night, he still wouldn’t be fully recovered from that Tiger Driver. It’s good thing he’s roided up like he is, because that fall would have broken the ribs of a lesser man. Staying hot on Danny’s trail, Dace climbs out of the ring in a hurry. After stomping Williams a few times for good measure, Dace grabs a handful of hair, and drags him to his feet. Zapping back to life, Williams swipes Horrorcore’s hands off, and pops him with a surprise elbow! Crack! Putting a stop to this comeback, Dace doubles Williams over with a swift kick to the gut! Stuffing Williams head down in a standing head scissors, Dace wrenches him up on his shoulders, and launches him into the guardrail! CLAAAANK! The terrified fans jump out of their front roll chairs as Williams gruesomely crashes back first into the steel barrier! As pale as a ghost, Williams slides to his knees in overwhelming pain. Comet: UNBELIEVABLE, DACE NIGHT HAS JUST POWERBOMBED WILLIAMS INTO THE GUARDRAIL! Exhausted from throwing a 250 pound man across the ring side area, Dace takes a second to catch his breath, before continuing his brutal assault on his former mentor. Jerking Williams up by his hair and tights, Dace forcefully shoves him inside the ring. Sliding inside the squared circle, Horrorcore makes his way over to Danny, who is fighting through paralyzing pain in a desperate attempt to get on his feet. Not making things easy on his former mentor, Dace drops the point of his elbow across the back of Danny’s neck! Crying out in pain, Williams rolls over on his back, tightly clinching his hands behind his head. Riley: Dace going back to work on Williams’ neck, With his face now constantly contorted in a grimace, Williams tries to get back on his feet, however Dace snatches him up in a rear waistlock before he can get anywhere! As if a shock wave of electricity just went through his body, a panic stricken Williams rushes to the ropes in a heart beat! Comet: Dace is looking for the German, but Danny wants no part of it! Not letting Danny get away this time, Dace yanks him off the ropes by his tights! Using the momentum to his advantage, Williams swings around, whopping the side of Dace’s head with a jarring Back Elbow! CRACK! Rocked, Dace wobbles in place like a human punching bag! On that cue, Williams elegantly spins in place, swinging out his forearm for the dreaded Rolling Elbow! SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH! Having already got his Rolling Elbow fix earlier tonight, Dace ducks the oncoming blow, and darts into the ropes! Spinning around, a confused Williams turns right into a jaw shattering running forearm! CRAAACK! As if he took a gun shot straight to head, Williams goes down like a sack of bricks! Staring up at the arena lights with a blank expression on his face, Williams roboticly sits up, and wanders his way to a vertical base. Oafishly stalking his staggering victim, Dace clamps his huge arms around his zombie like foe, and viciously snaps back! CRUNCH! Williams’ head and shoulders compact into the mat, held in place by a sweet high angle bridge! Comet: GERMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! It’s pandemonium as Soapdish slides to the mat, and starts the count! “ONE!” “TWO!” ................. “THREE!” NO, Williams just barely kicks out! Pumped up, the fans run in place, creating a rumbling that could be mistaken for an on coming stampede! Exhausted from the toll of the match, Dace lies on his back, sucking air while Williams lies face down with his hands tightly wrapped around the back of his head. Riley: All that, and Dace still ended up hitting the German! Comet: Williams was desperately trying to turn the tide with his Rolling Elbow, but Dace wasn’t about to fall for that trick twice in one night! Pushing on, Dace climbs to his feet with a look of determination etched across his face! Bending over, Dace grabs his victim by his hair, when Williams brings up his leg, kicking him in the side of the head! The sudden surge of pain freezes, Dace up, allowing Danny to kick him again! Grabbing his temple, Dace staggers back into the ropes, given Williams the opening he needs to get on his feet. Comet: Williams is digging deep into his bag of tricks, frantically searching for something that can stop Dace’s relentless assault. Struggling to his feet, Williams looks up just in time to catch Dace diving towards him! Swinging out his arm, Dace wallops Williams with a uber stiff Lariat! The sound of Dace’s sweaty arm smacking into Danny’s throat echoes through the arena for all to hear! Comet: LARIATOOOOOOOO! Riley: Williams’ Achilles’ heel! Danny’s legs go flying over his head, flipping over like a pancake! Slamming on his breaks, Dace skids across the canvass, and u-turns back in Danny’s direction! Grabbing Williams’ by his boots, Dace enthusiastically flips forward into a bridge, pinning his former mentor with a sweet double leg pick up! “ONE!” “TWO!” ................. “THREE!” KICK OUT! Unable to contain themselves, the fans explode like TNT! Sitting up, Dace slams his fist into the canvas, shaking his head in disbelief! Moved by Williams’ raging fighting spirit, the crowd begins an ear shattering,”DAN-E!” chant. Riley: That’s got to be a huge blow to Dace’s ego, since his Lariat wasn’t strong enough to do with TNT’s , Frost’s, and Va’aiga’s Lariat could do. Comet: Well that is pretty elite company as far as Lariats are concerned. While the crowd continues to madly chant, Dace snatches Williams’ by his long sweaty hair, and begins the difficult task of getting him on his feet. Suddenly, Williams swipes off Dace’s hands, and jabs him in the face with his forearm! Crack! Unable to stay on his feet, Williams’ drops back to the mat, while Dace drops to one knee in a daze! This pleasant turn of events turns the into a mad house of screams, cheers, and whistles! After collecting his senses, Dace stomps his way over to Williams, and bends over to pick him up! For the third time tonight, Dace receives a kick to the head for his troubles! Visibly in pain, Dace wobbles back into the corner, while the crowd pops even bigger than they did before! Riley: I can’t belief this, Dace is actually gonna let Williams come back from that mother of all ass kickings! Trembling with strain, Williams manually pulls his limp legs underneath him. With clinched teeth, Williams groans as uses every ounce of his will power to vigorously climbs to his feet. Tragically, Danny’s legs give out, causing him to flop right back on his ass where he started. Sighing, Williams tries to start his epic journey over, when a recovered Dace comes exploding out of the corner! CRAAACK! Dace’s boot gruesomely catches Danny right underneath his chin, violently knocking his head so far back that it almost tears right off! Comet: YAKUZA KICK! Riley: Say good night to that comeback! Roaring like some sort of primal beast, Dace quickly jerks Williams up by his tights, and throws him high over his head! CRUNCH! The Release German plants Williams on his dome, causing his body to grotesquely fold in half like a sheet! Delirious and glassy eyed, Danny somberly crawls towards the ropes, hopelessly trying to reach his feet. Scrambling to his feet, Dace hurries over to Williams, and yanks him up from behind! Pulling Williams away from the ropes, Dace secures him in a rear waistlock, and without delay, launches him into the stratosphere! CRUNCH! Landing on his cranium a second time, Williams’ now limp body spins on it’s head like a top, before tumbling over in a lifeless pool of humanity. Comet: DACE IS LETTING IT ALL HANG OUT, HE’S THROWING EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK AT WILLIAMS! Exhausted from throwing Danny around like a rag doll, Dace sluggishly crawls across the ring, leaving a trail of sweat behind him. Finally reaching Williams’ carcass, Dace folds his body up, and leans over his broken body for the pin! Riley: THIS MATCH IS OVER, NOBODY CAN SURVIVE THAT! Juiced from the chain of head drops, the crowd heat reaches lava like levels as Soapdish starts the count! “ONE!” “TWO!” ................. “THREE!” NO! Williams rolls out from underneath Dace, and never before has a crowd popped so loudly! The building laterally trembles from the sonic bombardment of the fans’ jubilation, their stomping feet rattling the windows of near by houses like not so distant thunder from an oncoming storm! Riley: THIS IS MADNESS! Comet: WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO KEEP DANNY WILLIAMS DOWN FOR THE COUNT?! Danny’s eyes are tightly shut, and his face is a mask of torturous pain. In deep thought, Dace sits up one knee, mentally checking off the lists of moves he’s done to Williams. Realizing that he still has one secret weapon left over in his inventory, Dace springs to action! Cupping his hands under Williams’ head, Dace sits his groggy opponent up, and hooks an arm under chin. Lacing his other arm under Williams’ arm pit, Dace links his hands together in a Sleeperhold, using it to pull the body to it’s feet. Riley: WHAT’S THIS?! Comet: OH NO! Williams extends his weary arm towards the ropes, but they are far out of reach! With a pop of the hips, Dace snaps back, throwing Williams backwards with tremendous force! CRUNCH! Landing at a damn near perfect vertical angle, Williams goes head first into the mat, while the fans light up the arena with the blur of a thousand camera flashes! Comet: SLEEPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH SUPLEX!!!!! Riley: THE PROVERBIAL ACE UP DACE'S SLEEVE! The crowd is absolutely deafening as Dace blankets his destroyed foe for the pin! “ONE!” “TWO!” ............... “THREE!” DING! DING! DING! “RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Once again the roof leaves the Staples Center as the crowd completely melts down as the bell rings, finally signally the end of the epic and titanic battle. Rolling onto his back, Dace stares up at the lights along with Danny Williams. The two men are sore and beaten, having given absolutely everything they had. Barely able to wipe the sweat from his eyes, Dace struggles to look around the white hot mass of cheering fans. Comet: AND IT’S OVER! It took everything these two man had and in the end, it took the ace up the sleeve to for Dace Night to defeat Danny Williams. “DACE! DAN-E! DACE! DAN-E! DACE! DAN-E! DACE! DAN-E!” Riley: Of all the stuff we’re already seen tonight and with the World Title match still to come, this is turning into one of the greatest SWF events of all time. Even I have to say that was just an amazing match! Comet: This is the last time we’ll ever see Danny Williams, but what a way to go out. After all the talk, all the rumours and for it to finally happen. All these Citizens here and watching at home have seen something very special tonight. I think Citizen Night has just had a match that could very well change his life. As EMTs make their way to ringside and check over both Dace and Danny, chants can be heard from all over the crowd, including comments like five stars and such things. The EMTs help both men upto their feet slowly. With a glazed over expression of sheer exhaustion, Dace reaches over and grabs Danny’s arm, lifting it into the air to another roar of cheering from the crowd. Riley: This has been coming since the Unholy Trinity was first formed just before Dace was brought up from the SJL. Now it’s over. Most of me is damn glad of that as well. But some of me is a little sad. Comet: Well, don’t go anywhere yet Citizens. It’s still not over, we’re got one last match From The Fire. Citizen Charlie Matthews against Citizen Va’aiga for the SWF World Championship! Standing side by side in the ring, supported by EMTs, Dace and Danny, former student and mentor, current and former leaders of the Unholy Trinity. Two warriors, two generations of superstars, two proud men. Two heroes. A one time only match, a match dreamed of by Dace Night and given to him to show him what he needs to do. The path he needs to travel. The further of the SWF hangs in the balance next. He’s not a part of it, but along with every other superstar that fights in the SWF, he will be there on the next show and the show after. To work for a dream, a desire , a need, a battle, because everyone fights for a side, but they’re all heroes to someone. Fade out.
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The Los Angeles Staples Center is still completely jammed to the rafters and red hot after all the matches so far on the Form The Fire Pay Per View. Signs and banners of all shapes and sizes can be seen around the crowd. The arena is littered with the left overs from the bouts of hardcore violence from earlier on as the camera pans around to the announce tables. Comet: Welcome back Citizens to SWF FROM THE FIRE! Already tonight we’ve seen Citizens Matthews and Insane face off over the ICTV Championship, The Tag Team Titles have been on the line, with Wild and Dangerous defending against members of The Unnamed, The House of Todd. Sacred defended his USJL title against The Coyote. Riley: Yes, yes Comet, these people have been watching the show, I’m sure of it. They don’t been a recap. Comet: But it’s good manners Robert. In a whole section of rather disturbing hardcore action, Ms. Onita took on Citizen Drazon in a Stairway to Hell match. Another Unnamed member, John Duran had to face of against Citizen or rather Citizens Terrence and Janus in a steel cage. I don’t think anyone was ready for what happened there Robert. The Black Angel defend his HGC Title against fellow English Toxxic in one very violent match up. And last but not least, Citizen Thugg took on Alan Clark in a street fight to try and settle the score between them. Riley: I’m surprised they let us stay on the air after all that blood. We’re going to have some many complaints about this Comet. Comet: And now Charlie Matthews has to wrestle for the second time tonight. Against The Maori Badass, the leader of The Unnamed, Va’aiga. Can he finally be the one to topple the monster and claim the SWF World Championship? Riley: Comet please, how can you say something like that. Do you have no professional integrity at all? Comet: People have said the same thing about your alimentary canal Robert. But before the epic battle for the SWF Title, Dace Night has a match against a mystery opponent. Things have been said, but no one knows who it well be. So we’re about to find out. Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest will be for one fall. Introducing firstly, from Birmingham England, weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds… the leader of the Unholy Trinity … DACE… “FUCKING!” Funyon: NIGHT! The crowd roars along with Funyon’s announcement as “Hero” kicks into life. As the music pounds out through the arena, showers of pyro light up the entrance ramp from bottom to tope, ending in a final blinding burst. Standing in the cloud of smoke, one arm extended into the air in the sign of the horns, is Dace Night. In an Unholy Trinity t shirt, Dace strides down the ramp, tagging hands with every single fan at ring side. Even stopping off to thank fans with Unholy Trinity signs or signs of his stable mates, Aecas and Janus. Climbing the steps into the ring, Dace throws his arms up the crowd, as the fans chant his name. “DACE! DACE! DACE!” Motioning to Funyon, Dace takes the house mic to address the crowd, looking down the entrance way as he does so. Scanning the crowd with his eyes before he speaks, Dace waits a second for the fans to quiet down before he beings. Dace: Come on then, show me who it is! I don’t know who it is. The net has been white hot over this one since it was announced and the best sources don’t know. Hell, I’m starting to wonder if the management even knows themselves. Is this a test, is it a surprise, is it some old time legend come back to glory. Or is it some great new signing from another fed. So everyone, let’s get this one rolling. Handing the mic back to Funyon, Dace starts to clap his hands together, motioning the fans to join in with him… Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap clap clap! Clapclapclapclapclap! Comet: Who will Citizen Night’s opponent be? What great hero, what wrestling legend, what SWF Hall of Famer, what former World Champion will it be…? And then the lights go out. There’s several long seconds pause as whispers are heard from all over then the music hits… … … … The roof leaves the Staples Center and breaks through several layers of the atmosphere before coming back down as “Jester’s Dance” kicks into life and the lights explode back to full brightness. Dace stares at the entrance way in shock, with tears forming in his eyes as the crowd is still in full cheer… Comet: IT’S DANNY WILLIAMS! OH MY EVER LOVING GOD IT’S DANNY WILLIAMS! Riley:…oh my god… Funyon: And introducing his opponent, Louisville, Kentucky, weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds … DANNY WILLIAMS! “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!” Danny smiles at the thousands and thousands of chanting fans as he marches down the ramp. Slowly climbing onto the ring, waving on the cheering fans, Danny turns to face Dace Night. The teary eyed Dace rushes forwards and hugs his former mentor and leader. Comet: I don’t think anyone saw this coming. I don’t think anyone possibly could have! We all thought Citizen Williams was done with after his lost to Va’aiga at Cluster… fudge… when he took the Stinger. Riley: Why, why why? I thought I’d finally seen the last of this roid freak and then he bloody shows up now. It’s not fair damn it, it’s not fair! Comet: I can’t say anything about that Robert, but I can say that the buy rate for this event just tripled. It looks like this internet dream match of Dace Night against Danny Williams will finally be happening. Taking the house mic from Funyon, Danny turns first to the wild fans and then to his former pupil, Dace. Danny: It looks like your more than pleased to see me Dace. I’m glad everyone out there is just as glad to see me as well. I was worried about that for a moment. Now, I’m still not a man of many words, but I have this to say. I’m not returning for a start. This is a one shot deal… The rumble of disappoint echoes around the fans at this news as Dace looks slightly pained. Danny: .. Not after everything that has happened. However, I’m here for one reason and that’s you Dace. I know how much you’ve looked up to me and learned from me but you have to move on Dace. There’s only one way that’s going to happen and that’s by you taking me on, one on one. Right here and now. So this can be settled once and for all. You’ve got to keep fighting against people like Va’aiga, and this is going to make you see that you can. Dace: So it’s me and you Danny. One shot, one time only. Here and now, live on pay per view? If I can beat you man, I’ll be able to take anyone on. So let’s give these people here and everyone watching what they want to see. Let’s get it on! His eyes now dry and grinning from ear to ear, Dace nods at his former mentor as Danny throws the house mic out of the ring and nods back to Dace. The two men move to the middle of the ring as Nick Soapdish rolls in to referee. The crowd burst into huge pop and a thunderous wave of cheering for both men as they square up to each other. Comet: Here it finally is. Citizen Williams against Citizen Night. It’s one time only, so I hope all you loyal SWF fans are out there watching this one. Riley: Someone say sorry to the sponsors right now. I just know these to are going to go on for ages and these damn fans will love every minute of it. This had better bring the ratings. DING! DING! DING! Williams and Dace violently clash together in a collar elbow tie up, battling for control like their very lives depend on it. Swiftly gaining the advantage, Williams smoothly bends Dace’s arm back for the hammerlock. Ducking behind Danny, Dace fluidly reverses the hammerlock into one of his own! Not to be out done, Williams reaches behind Dace’s head, and leaps straight up into the air! Dropping back to the mat, Danny flips Dace over his shoulder with a beautiful jumping snapmare! In that instant, Williams cranks on a Buffalo Sleeper out of nowhere, sending Dace into a panic! Riley: This match may already be over! Comet: Brilliant counter wrestling from Danny Williams, reversing a simple hammerlock into a potential match ending hold! Luckily for Dace this is the start of the match, and he has energy to spare. In the blink of an eye, Dace makes his way to the ropes, forcing Danny to release his trademark submission finisher. Being a good sport, Williams dances back to the center of the ring, letting Dace climb to his feet unmolested. The crowd applauds Danny’s respectful display of sportsmanship. Comet: I don’t think there’s any doubt as to who the better wrestler of the two is, Citizen Williams has proven time and time again that he’s one of the best grapplers in the history of the SWF, while Dace is known more for his hardcore brawling. Riley: Williams may be technically proficient, but he isn’t afraid to mix up himself. Comet: Yes, that’s one of the reasons why Danny Williams is so dangerous. He can beat on the mat, he can beat you on your feet, and at times he can even beat you in the air. Dace and Williams resume their circling, suspiciously eying each other up, looking for some sort of opening. Inching towards each other, the former stablemates extend their hands and wiggle their fingers, searching for a knuckle lock. Cautiously, Williams and Dace link their fingers together. Suddenly, Williams elegantly spins forward like a ballerina, bending Dace’s arm back with a lighting quick top wristlock! Sweeping Dace’s legs out from underneath him, Williams moves behind him with blinding speed, trapping him a second Buffalo Sleeper! Comet: He’s got it on him again! Riley: Damn, he can lock that move on from anywhere. Just as before, Dace scoots his way to the ropes in a matter of seconds! Again, Williams jogs back, letting his former student catch another break. Appreciative of Williams’ honourable performance, the fans give a brief standing ovation. Dace other hand isn’t so happy, in fact he looks a little angry. Riley: It looks Dace is getting frustrated. Comet: Perhaps he feels that Citizen Williams constantly letting him up is an insult of some kind. Dusting himself off, Dace approaches Williams, who lunges forward for a grapple. Having other ideas, Dace boots Danny in the gut, stopping him in his tracks. Williams doubles over, but Dace steadies him back up, and pops him with an elbow! Absorbing the blow like a wet sponge, Williams growls as he returns fire with an elbow of his own! Dace’s knees buckle under the heavy blow, but instead of backing down, he cracks Williams’ with another elbow! Annoyed, Danny unloads a vicious 6 elbow combo to Dace’s jaw bone and temple! Badly hurt, Horrorcore rolls to the outside in hopes of regrouping. Riley: That’s what happens when you foolish try to trade elbows with Danny Williams. Knowing that Dace being on the outside plays right into Williams’ hands, the fans rise out of their chairs in anticipation. Calmly making his way over to the ropes, Danny grabs on tight, and springboards over! Clearing the ropes, Williams twists his body horizontally, and blasts Dace with a forearm on his way to the floor! Comet: ELBOW PESCADOOOOOOOO! The response to the dive is predictably loud, but Williams doesn’t have time to bask in the cheers of his fans. Dragging Dace up on the ring apron, Williams steps through the ropes, and pulls him up. Spinning Dace around with an elbow smash, Danny ducks his head under his arm, and hoists him over the ropes with a waistlock. Falling straight back, Williams brings Dace into the ring with a bone jarring Backdrop! Boom! Suspecting that he may have Dace in trouble, Williams goes for the cover. One! Dace kicks out with authority, letting Danny know that he’s got a long match ahead of him. Horrorcore tries to sit up, but this puts him in position for another Buffalo Sleeper attempt! Not letting himself get caught in the dangerous hold three times straight, Dace brings up his free arm, preventing Danny from locking his elbow around his throat! A terrible struggle ensues as both men begin pouring sweat, straining to over power each other. Riley: Danny Williams is really trying his damnedest to lock that Buffalo Sleeper on Dace. Comet: Citizen Williams has beaten a lot of people with that submission hold, but by now he must realize that it’s a little too early to be going for it so much. Getting nowhere, Williams gives up on the Buffalo Sleeper. However, this doesn’t mean he gives a Dace break. Releasing Dace’s arm, Danny wraps his powerful legs around his head, and drops back to the mat, trapping his former student in a suffocating Figure Four Sleeper. Riley: Like a veteran quarterback, Williams smartly calls an audible after reading Dace’s defense. Rocking back and forth, Dace frantically attempts to roll over on his stomach. Williams tries to hang on, but not even his most valiant effort can stop Dace from rolling him over. Pulling his head out from between Williams’ leg, Dace floats in front of his grounded foe, latching on a front facelock to a pretty decent pop! Comet: Nobody gets more out of the sprawling Front Facelock than Dace Night, in fact, he actually made the late great Ejiro Fasaki tap to it in a six man tag last year. Riley: When your as big and strong as that guy, even the simplest hold can become lethal. Panic stricken, Danny feverishly fights his way to his feet, where the Dace’s front facelock is far less dangerous. Wiggling his fingers underneath Dace’s arm, and gradually pushes it off his neck. Dace groans in agony as Williams slowly wrenches his arm into a painful wristlock. Stepping behind Dace, Danny grabs his other arm, pulling it back so that he now has his former student trapped in a Standing Surfboard. In true sadist fashion, Williams puts his boot in Dace’s back, making the hold that much more uncomfortable. The pain is so great that it brings Horrocore to his knees, prompting Soapdish to ask for a submission. Dace refuses, but that doesn’t stop Williams from cruelly pulling back on his arms, threatening to tear them from the sockets. A few of Dace’s loyal fans begin chanting his name, and lowly but surely the chant catches on. “DACE-NIGHT! DACE-NIGHT! DACE-NIGHT!” Feeding off the energy of the crowd, Dace laboriously fights his way up to his feet! Huffing and puffing his lips, Dace violently shakes as he attempts to dramatically reverse the Surfboard! The volume of the chant rises another notch as Dace exposes every muscle in his body, struggling to turn out of the hold. As they fight over the move, Williams and Dace breath so hard that their breath sounds like steam sporadically escaping from a busted pipe in a Freddy Kruger style Boiler Room! Comet: In was has become some sort of right of passage, Dace is attempting to do what TNT did last summer, and power out of a Danny Williams’ Surfboard! Both men are literally pouring sweat now, while the fans sit on the edge of their seats, mesmerized by this grueling battle of wills. As time passes it becomes more and more apparent that Williams is outmatched by his larger, stronger, former student! Despite Williams’ best effort, Dace gradually muscles his way behind him, smoothly reversing the Surfboard! Dace’s sweat splattered face becomes overwhelmed with joy, while crowd praises his monster effort. Exhausted and shamed, Williams drops his head, and heads for the ropes. Riley: Damn, Williams just isn’t even trying anymore. Last year, it took him about three more attempts before he could figure out he wasn’t going to reverse TNT’s Surfboard. Comet: Perhaps citizen Williams’ heart is no longer in the sport. Danny steps his foot over the bottom rope, and Soapdish orders the break. Releasing Williams’ from his clutches, Dace spins his victim around. Drawing back his hand, Dace slashes Danny’s wet chest with a couple of blistering knife edge chops! Smack! Smack! Smack! Taking Danny by the wrist, Dace shoots him off the ropes with an Iris whip! Taking position in the center of the ring, Horrorcore waits for Williams’ glorious return! Throwing a wrench in Dace’s plans, Williams leaps up on the second rope with cat like agility, and springboards back! CRACK! Williams crashes into Dace with a Jumping Elbow Smash, knocking the big man off his feet! Knocking his long, sweaty bangs out of his eyes, Williams crawls on top of his laid out opponent for the pin. One! Tw-No! Once more, Dace kicks out with little trouble! Riley: Still not even a two count, Dace Night can really take an ass kicking. Grabbing one of Dace’s thick legs, Williams tucks his boot under his armpit, but when he tires to turn him over for the half crab, Horrorcore resists. Worming his way to the salvation, Dace reaches up, and grabs the ropes! A tad bit frustrated, Williams disrespects Dace by ruthlessly punting him in his lower back! The fans can only gasp as the sound of leather against flesh echoes throughout the arena with a sickening smack. The shockwave of pain sets fire under Dace’s ass, prompting him to rise to his feet with a snarl! Not impressed by Dace’s manly display of fighting spirit, Williams drives him back into the ropes with a couple of elbows, and sends him for the ride! However, Dace stubbornly hangs on to Williams’ wrist, dominantly reversing the whip! Bouncing off the ropes, Williams straight into a ring shaking Spine Buster! BOOM! Leaning over the tips of his fingers, Dace holds Williams down for the pin. One! Williams surprisingly escapes with an early kick out, but Dace quickly rolls him over into a front facelock! It doesn’t feel to good to have blood forcefully squeezed from your brain, so Williams starts pounding his fists into the mat while screaming his head off. Comet: It looks like Dace may have finally got that facelock locked on! Not letting Dace crush his head, Williams shows some skills by rotating out from underneath him, revering the facelock to a grounded hammerlock. Mounting Dace’s back, Williams releases the hammerlock in favor of a facelock. With unnatural smoothness, Williams twists Dace around in a seated position, trapping him in the dreaded Step Over Facelock! Dace begins shouting out in pain, creating a sense of urgency that the crowd picks up on. Comet: The Step Over Facelock is a former finisher of Danny Williams, which he used to earn a rare submission victory over the legendary Frost. Riley: Damn Comet, your just a walking encyclopedia today. Reaching behind his head, Dace frees himself with a modified snapmare that leaves Williams helplessly seated in front of him. Not letting this opportunity slip through his fingers, Dace applies a tight rear chinlock to his vulnerable victim. As he cuts off the blood flow to Williams’ brain, Horrorcore wiggles his nose around, getting the feeling back in his crushed face. In dazzling fashion, Williams bridges up to his feet to a nice round of applause. From the vertical base, Williams plunges a couple elbows into Dace’s abdomen, softening him up for an escape attempt. Twisting around beside Dace, Danny wraps his arms around his hips, and hoists him up on his shoulder! Comet: Citizen Williams, looking to escape the chinlock with a Backdrop! But as Williams drops back to execute the Suplex, Dace shifts his weight on top of him, crushing him with a lateral press! One! Danny pushes Dace off of flattened body, only to get captured in another front facelock! Now dripping sweat, Dace breaths hard as he grinds Danny’s neck with the wear down hold. Refusing to lay down and do nothing, Williams fights to his feet, and plots his next move. Squeezing with all his might, Dace continues to twist away at Williams’ neck. Suavely lacing his leg around Dace’s, Williams rolls back to the mat, cradling his former student! One! Dace kicks out in a flash, and rushes to his feet! Getting the drop on Williams, Dace grabs another front facelock, while he’s still on his knees. Riley: Dace is showing a lot of hustle tonight, beating Williams to every lose ball if you will. Comet: Sometimes if there’s a huge skill gap between two competitors, the weaker of the two can still sustain an advantage if he out works his opponent. Gruelingly pushing his way to his feet, Danny scoops Dace up with a stunning show of raw power! Boom! Williams throws Dace off his neck with a ring shaking Body Slam. Bringing his hand to the side of his head, Williams winces in agony, obviously suffering from the after effects of Dace’s air tight facelock. Riley: It would seem that all those facelocks are taking a toll on Williams’ health. Suddenly, Dace jumps to his feet, and attacks! Catching Williams off guard with a series of forearms, Dace pulls him back down into another front facelock. In an added twist, Dace tosses Williams’ arm over his shoulder, and grabs a handful of tights. Before Williams knows what hit him, Dace hoists up in the air, and snaps back to the mat! CRUNCH! Williams hits the canvas at an extremely high angle, grotesquely bouncing off the top of his head! Comet: BRAINBUSTAAAAAAH!!! Riley: That can’t be good for Williams’ migraine! Screaming like a mad man, Williams sits up, while tightly clutching his aching head! Dace pushes him right back down, and turns him over into another facelock! The crowd starts to heat up as Williams begins violently thrashing his legs about, behaving as if he can’t bear to stay in the hold another second! Adding extra torque, Dace starts to kicks his legs in the air like he’s trying to do a hand stand! Hopelessly trying to keep himself awake, Williams resorts to smacking his head with his open palm over and over again. Comet: You know I think we may see a submission here, citizen Williams looks ready to tap! For every time Dace throws his legs out, Williams grows weaker and weaker, until he finally quits moving. Feeling the life drain from victim, Dace releases the facelock, and rolls him over the pin. Riley: DANNY’S OUT, DACE MAY HAVE JUST WON THE MATCH! One! Two! Williams wearily kicks out to a nice pop! Dace Night shoots a bewildered look at Soapdish, while Williams bails to the outside, and drunkenly wobbles into the guardrail for support. Riley: Dace stupidly released the facelock too soon, given Williams the opportunity to slip to the outside and lick his wounds. Staying hot on Williams’ trail, Dace follows him to the outside, and starts laying some nasty chops into him! For each chop that connects, a gallon of perspiration flies into the laps of the repulsed front roll fans! Smack! Smack! Smack! The giant chops leave Williams teetering, allowing Dace to grab him by the wrist, and whip him towards the guardrail with ease! In a surprising turn of events, Danny reverses the Irish whip, sending Dace on a one way collision with the guardrail! CLANK! Shockingly, Dace rebounds off the steel barrier, dropping Williams with a bruising Shoulderblock! Grabbing his aching back, Dace slides into the ring, leaving Williams laid out on the floor. Comet: What an amazing display of determination from citizen Dace Night, no matter what Williams throws at him, he just keeps coming! Fighting through an ungodly headache, Williams dusts himself off, and steps up on the ring apron. Before Danny can climb into the ring, Dace begins pounding his head with forearms, stopping him dead in his track. Ducking his head under Williams’ arm, Dace links his hands around his back, and hoists him over the top rope! Riley: That was creative! Comet: Never have I’ve seen anybody bring somebody into the ring with a Northern Lights Suplex! Bridging back, Dace slams Williams unceremoniously into the mat for the pin! One! Two! Williams slams his fist into Dace’s out stretched abdomen, breaking up the pin attempt. Getting warm, the crowd responds to the two count with a luke warm reception. Rubbing his stomach, Dace climbs to his feet with a grunt. Deciding that it’s time to end Danny’s night, Dace jerks his former mentor up, and pins his arms back in a double underhook! Knowing what this means, the crowd comes to life with screams and howls! Comet: HE’S GOING FOR THE DEFENESTRATION Danny may have the wind knocked out of him, but he isn’t gonna let Dace DDT him this early. Dropping to his knees, Williams sand bags, making it impossible for Dace to plant his skull into the mat. In that instant, Dace releases Williams’ arms, and drops his thick heavy leg across the back of his neck. Snatching Williams back up, Dace immediately positions him for a Vertical Suplex! Riley: Maybe Dace will have better luck hitting another Brainbuster. Showing off his superhuman strength, Dace pulleys Williams up over his head! Comet: He’s got him up! Using petroleum gelly like slickness, Williams slips out of Dace’s clutches, landing gently on his feet behind him! Like a wild beast, Williams leaps up on Dace’s back, dragging him down to the canvas with the always over Doushime Sleeper! Dace wildly swings his arms about, searching for escape! Very much aware of the threatening nature of this move, the crowd begins popping like mad! Comet: Dace made a crucial error in recycling his move set, giving Williams the opening he needs to even the playing field! Ignoring his own pain, Williams concentrates his efforts into cutting off the air supply to Dace’s brain! Turning purple, Dace coughs and gags as he struggles to roll to the ropes with Williams riding on his back like a small child. After what seems like hours, Dace completes his gruelling journey to the ropes! Not ready to release his prey, Williams clings to Dace anyway, ignoring Soapdish’s pleas for a clean break. “Boooooooooooooooooooo!” Infuriated by this disrespect for the rules, Soapdish starts counting down. Making the most of this situation, Williams hangs on to the very last second, in raging the once neutral crowd. Comet: Citizen Williams is beginning to show some signs of desperation. Riley: About time he started using his head, and got the full potential out of those submission moves. Acting like he’s going to puke, Dace coughs so hard you can actually hear his voice turning hoarse. Pulling his drowsy foe to his feet, Williams jabs him with a couple of forearms. Though he’s woozy, Dace manages to fight back with an elbow of his own. Crying out in pain, Williams grabs his head, while awkwardly stumbling backwards. Comet: Citizen Williams isn’t any condition to be trading shots to the head right now. Wiping sleep out of his eyes, Dace comes off the ropes, loosely swinging at Williams’ head! Danny ducks the weak strike, and Dace spins wildly of control, allowing the former Trinity Leader to wrap him up in another Sleeperhold! Already weak and weary, Dace’s legs give out, causing him to flop comically on his ass. This plays right into Danny’s hands, who without hesitation locks on the feared Buffalo Sleeper! And just like that, the fans are out of their chairs and making some noise! Experiencing extreme discomfort, Dace violently stomps his feet into the mat as he fights for every breath he gets! Comet: FINALLY, WILLIAMS HAS HIS FAVORITE SUBMISSION HOLD LOCKED ON TIGHT! Riley: There in the center of the ring too! I tell you what Comet, I wouldn’t surprised if Dace tapped out here. Battling with every ounce of strength in his body, Dace ever so slowly.......inches.................himself......................towards........ ....................the ropes. Salvation is within Dace’s reach, all he has to do is grab it! Dace extends his hand, his fingers grace the ropes, but what’s this, he’s moving backwards! Thinks to a handful of tights, Williams yanks Dace away from the ropes, dragging him back to his personal torture chamber that is the center of the ring! The crowd noise is deafening as Williams cold heartedly reapplies the hold! Riley: Dace is screwed! Comet: What a return to form this is! After taking a huge lay off, Williams could very well convincingly defeat his successor right here, right now! Williams screams as he viciously twists Dace’s head and torso from side to side, ripping the life from his very body! No longer strongly reaching for the ropes, Dace’s free arm is now limply waving about in the breeze. Sensing that he end is near, Williams releases the lifeless body of his former student, and drops down on top of him for the pin. Riley: THIS HAS TO BE IT! Now steaming hot, the fans loudly count along with Soapdish! “One!” “Two!” ................. “Th-Ooooooooooh!” sighs the shocked crowd as Dace comes back to life with a kick out! Comet: Hmmmm, this is starting to get interesting. Riley: Danny has the skills, even after the lay off, but Dace has the power and the toughness. With his head slowly clearing out and his former pupils fogging up, Danny takes the chance to go in for the kill, trying to take away Dace’s toughness while he’s still down. Slapping a kick forearm into Night’s head as he rises up, Williams spins him around into a rear waistlock. Planting his feet wide apart, Danny tries to lunch Horrorcore into the air with dangerous german suplex. Only sheer power advantage lets Dace break the rear waistlock and slide in behind Danny in his own waistlock. Keeping his head low to avoid any wild back elbows, Dace tightens his grip as much as he can while the air returns to his brain. Comet: Citizen Night escapes the dangerous german. In his condition that match could have been over with that move. But Citizen Williams is already dragging himself towards the ropes. Riley: Dace is too out of it to act on his counter. He’s going to find himself right back at square one very fast. Straining forward, Danny clutches for the ropes before Dace’s dead weight turns into someone trying to german suplex him across the ring. The pop the crowd as Danny wraps his hand around the top rope thrusts Dace back into action. Half mechanically, Horrorcore swings his arm around and clubs his former mentor in the back of the head with an enzui-lariat. Clamping on the rear waistlock again, Dace drives himself on with the yelling of the fans. Taking Danny overhead and dropping him shoulders first into mat, Dace score a sloppy but bodyshacking backdrop. A cheer rumbles across the crowd as Night staggers to his feet, clutching at the ropes for support. Comet: These two are nailing each other as hard as they can and their really doing damage. But they both have so much spirit you have to wonder what level they’re take it to before one of them runs out of gas. Riley: As much as I enjoy this for these two beating on each other, it’s so tense. I’m actually enjoying this and I don’t feel that dirty admitting it. Comet: If only you could admit a few other things as well Robert. The fog of war slowly rolls back from Dace’s vision, allowing him a clean shot at Danny’s midsection as he drives his boot into the rising Danny. Hauling Danny into a standing headscissors, Dace locks his arms and hauls up Danny’s weight before he can resist. Not even waiting for a momentum to hold his victim upside down, Dace sits straight down into a piledriver, compressing Williams’ spine with the move. The crowd starts to heat up again as the impacts are getting bigger and bigger. Unceremoniously tossing Danny onto his back, Dace slams his body weight down into a cover, not taking the time to cradle a leg. Soapdish slides in to count the fall… One! Two! Danny sends his left shoulder shooting up into the air, showing it will take more than that to put him down. With anger and determination now burning strong inside of him, Dace snaps back to his feet, carrying his former leader up with him. A knee to the gut stings Danny enough to double him over again as Dace roughly forces him into a standing headscissors again. Intertwining his fingers as he clamps onto Danny’s body, Night jerks his arms up and backwards, sitting down just a moment latter, drilling Williams with a second piledriver. The fans start to chant for Dace as the cheer the impact. Soapdish dives back to the mat as Dace rolls Williams onto his back for another pinfall. One! Two! Williams rolls his shoulder up at two, but with far less force this time. Dace shoots up to his feet and has Danny back in a standing headscissors before Soapdish is even back on his feet. Lifting Danny into the air for a third time, Dace causes a building roar from the crowd as he holds Danny there, letting the bloody flow to his feet. Timing it just right, Night sits out with a third piledriver that jars every single bit of Williams’ spine and draws a huge pop from the crowd. Comet: Dace with a third piledriver in a row. He’s hitting Danny fast and sloppy, trying to make a gap then break it wide open all in one swoop. Positioning himself in a textbook cover this time, Dace cradles up Danny’s far leg and leans all his weight onto Danny’s upper body, trapping his former leader on the mat. Soapdish starts a count as the fan yell along with it. “One!” “Two!” “Oooooohhhh! DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!” This time Danny barely lifts his shoulder up from the mat, as Soapdish’s hand is on it’s way down for the third time. As the former student and follower sits back, a look of frustration setting in across his face, Danny Williams uses what energy he has left to franticly roll and scramble across the ring. Shoving himself under the bottom rope and to the floor, Danny bails out yet again, trying to get his head straight after three spine jarring piledrivers. Shrugging his shoulders at Danny’s roll to the outside, Dace clenches his fist, his knuckles turning white. Comet: Citizen Williams bails to the outside once again after a beating from Dace. I think that’s going to cost Dace if he doesn’t start breaking away after getting beaten down. Danny is trying to recover, Dace is just restarting a wave of attack every time he gets his set back. Riley: But can Danny makes it go the distance and outlast Dace before Dace just crushes him like a tidal wave? And what’s Dace going for now!? Racing across the ring like a charging bull, Dace lets out a yell as the fans explode into a pop. Diving through the ropes, Dace flies through the air, heading straight for Danny as he stands up on the outside… CLLAANNKK! Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: DANNY MOVED! Dace just throw himself head first into the railings with an elbow sucidia that missed! Riley: We’ve seen Dace use that page from Danny Williams playbook before. But it didn’t off against his former mentor. That will have been a real big mistake form Dace to make. Robotically forcing himself back in the ring, Danny lays on the mat for a moment before rolling back out to the floor. Dace is still laying in a heap on the matting, clutching his head with both hands and kicking his head like a whimpering child that just fell of the jungle gym. Slamming the flat of his foot into the side of Night’s head, Danny doesn’t waste the opening to try and wear Dace down while he still can. A second kick brings a sympathetic cry from the fans. Shoving Dace back into the ring like he’s throwing out an old chair, Danny climbs back in after his pupil. The fans explode with another big pop as Danny just scoops Dace up and slams three brutal elbows into the side of his face. Collapsing under the white hot numbing pain, Dace sprawls out on the mat like a broke ragdoll. Comet: Citizen Williams just destroyed what was left of Dace’s head with those elbows. Dace looks like he needs a splint just to lay down! Riley: All those well placed elbows are adding up. It doesn’t help that Danny is the master of that move and he’s using them to hurt Dace all the more. Dragging Dace’s legs over his head, Williams locks fingers with Dace, forcing all his weight down in a knuckle lock along with the leg bridge. The crowd is red hot as it pops for the start of the pinfall… One! Two! Launching his shoulder off the mat like breaking elastic bands, Dace throws Danny completely clear as he kicks out with a huge burst of energy… “DACE! DACE! DACE!” …The crowd breaks into a huge chant as Dace breaks out of the cover with a burst of energy. Frustration sets in on Danny Williams as well, as his former pupil refuses to stay down. Slapping his elbowing arm and letting the fans turn the sound into a thunder like rumble, Danny peels the struggle Dace off the match and launches him into the turnbuckles. Slamming on the breaks with his adrenalin rush, Dace twists around on his heels and launches Williams into the turnbuckles instead. Going for a one two combo, Dace charges straight in behind his former teacher, only to meet a back elbow to the jaw that brings another pop from the crowd. Stumbling backwards, Dace feels the rush fading and the throbbing in his head returning once again. Comet: Looks like all those well placed elbows are adding up and eating away at Citizen Night’s drive. Danny might just end up pulling the rug out from under him. Frantically shaking his head from side to side, Dace rushes back it, slamming straight into a second back elbow to the face but he goes through it like a huge wave over a sea barrier and flattens Danny into the turnbuckles with a lariat. As an added measure, Dace jabs his left forearm into the side of Danny’s head before wrapping him up in a front facelock. Scooping Danny up, Night takes him off his feet and dumps him down like a heavy bag on the top turnbuckle. Gasping as the effort of the match starts to catch up with him, Dace slowly climbs the ropes. Crack! Crack! Crack! Desperation proves to be the best fuel for Danny Williams, as he fights to keep himself from taking a trip from the top rope to the mat. Slapping his open palm into Horrorcore’s face, Danny knocks his former pupil from the ropes and sends him sprawling to the mat. Gripping the ropes for support, his world still rocked from the piledrivers, Danny has to waste needed moments sucking down are. Already starting to scramble back to his feet, Dace sees Danny dazed and unmoving on the top rope. Charging forwards, Night races in to try and catch him former leader off guard and win the match. But instead ends up flat on his back as an elbow explodes against the side of his jaw from Danny’s dive. Comet: DIVING ELBOW! Citizen Williams just stopped the Night express cold! Riley: And that’s another huge elbow impact that keeps taking Dace down. He’s going to have to learn or they’ll be the end of him! Dace can only lay back on the mat and look up at the stars that slowly circle around his head and listen to the ringing sounds inside his skulls. Further panicked desperation to put Dace down while he still has a chance fuels Danny onwards. Along with the sound of Soapdish above him, counting both of them down. Pressing himself up, Williams hears the pop of the fans turn into a thunderous round of stomps and clapping as he rises up to his feet. Grabbing Dace by his short spiky hair, Danny drags him up into a sitting position and start to unload a brutal round of punt kicks into Night’s spine. Using the position to suck air as he goes, Danny continues to slam his foot into Dace’s back, as the crowd lets out an gasp at each blow.