Dace59

This is where Dace's misses has been the last few days. Getting to know Aecas' misses. No, the video tapes are for our private use you sickos!

Dace: Cryptopsy - Cold Hate, Warm Blood Venom - You're All Gonna Die Decpaitated - Winds of Creation Satyricon - Feul for Hatred Dying Fetus -Justifiable Homicide Marduk - Christraping Black Metal (Genesis 4 one off)

LET US PRAY TO GOD THE BIG MAORI DOESN'T RAPE THE POOR INNOCENT FLORJAPANIAN: Ejiro Fasaki vs. "The Maori Badass" Va'aiga $100 on Va'aiga WHO GETS THE LIVER AND ONIONS AND PUNCH AND PIE: "The Sinner" John Duran vs. English Dragon $20 on English Dragon MENSTRUAL CYCLE OF DOOM MATCH: Jay Dawg vs. The Boston Strangler $25 on Strangler TWO OUT OF THREE COMPROMISING POSITIONS: "The Franchise" Mak Francis vs. "The Sacred One" Andrew Blackwell $25 on Mak WE KNOW WILDCHILD LIKES IT HARDCORE, BUT DOES JOHNNY REALLY WANT IT: Wildchild vs. Johhny "The Barracuda" Dangerous $50 on Wildchild QUAHOG WISHES THEY HAD CITIZENS LIKE THEM: "Deathwish" Danny Williams vs. "TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson $100 on Danny. AMERICAN GLADIATORS MATCH FOR SOME TITLES THAT HAVEN'T BEEN DEFENDED IN 49 DAYS OR SO: Double Jeopardy (Quiz and Show) vs. Crowe and Dante Crane $50 on Crow and Dante GRUDGIFIED COCKFIGHT: Edwin MacPhisto vs. Nathaniel "Silent" Kibagami $100 on Edwin SWF COMMISSIONER BRUHAHA: Dace Night (representing "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens) vs. Bastion (representing the Hville Thugg) vs. Michael Craven (representing the Suicide King) No Bet AND THE MAIN EVENT… NO NEED FOR A WITTY SUBTITLE BECAUSE THIS COULD BE THE MOST AWESOMEST MATCH EVA FOR EL TITELO: "THE SUPERIOR ONE" TOM FLESHER VS. "JUDGE MENTAL" WILLIAM HEARFORD $30 on a writen job

It's pretty easy to get old of HVG lisences in the UK. Why would Dace not have one, he's been in fed, he's driven the crew trucks around. But thank you for the idea about driving in wit it.

A distant and dusty cargo air field somewhere out in the middle of Florida, with heat waves shimmering up from the hard air, clouds roll across the empty blue sky. Nothing seems to move, but off in the distance a radar dish spins and a ground crew race out into the runway. Silence is shattered by the roar of jet engines as a huge ex military transport plane thunders out of the sky. Wheels slam into the tarmac, smoking and squealing under the force trying to bring them to a halt. The ramp at the back of the plane slams into the ground with a crack as the ground crew race up inside the huge machine. Dragging out several crates, all bounded with id marked printed on their sides in huge black lettering, they look around, waiting for someone to deliver them to. Once more something breaks the perfect image of the distance. Huge and plant, air horn blasting, an eighteen wheeled artic trunk rumbles down the landing strip. As it rolls closer a closer, someone inside slams on the breaks and locks several massive wheels for effect, sending clouds of smoke and the smell of burning rubber into the air as the truck grinds to a halt infront of the cargo boxes. The cabin door swing open and slams shut as a black leather wearing figure stride across the tarmac, metal plated boots clinking as he walks. Holding a pen in his tattooed hand, he makes no sound as he signs the form infront oh him before moving around to the back of the massive truck. -FADE- Back in the cab, Dace turns the key and brings the engine roaring back into life. The whole trunk shakes under the sure power, even the crate firmly tied down in the back of the trailer. Shifting it into gear, he pulls away from the dusty air field and rolls off into the distance. Static crackles as he turns on the radio, before spinning the dial around to CD and pressing play. “The Death Ritual Begins…!” Zyklon’s Chaos Deathcult screams into life as Dace floors his foot, accelerating the eighteen wheeler down the high way back towards Tampa Bay. It’s taken long enough to get all of this shipped over out of storage, but it’s there as last. Now I can really get ready for this storm. Batten down the hatches and let me stand on the main deck.. heh. Turning hard on the wheel and rolling the truck around a corner, Dace gazes out across the empty roads. Early in the morning, no one is out here as the sun is still peaking past the horizon. The Zyklon cd continues to blast out of the sound system, adding further rattlings to the cabin of the truck. Good job customs aren’t asking questions about wrestling gear or I’d never get half this stuff through. That really would have spoiled by fun. Still, I’m the crazy fucker that stands out in a storm like this with a lightning rod. Signs on the roadside count down the distance back to Tampa Bay. In the back of his mind, Dace checklists off all the gear in the crate. So many things, with so many uses. Such a big battle to fight. Craven is Craven. If that self important fucktard thinks having King’s backing will make him any better, I’ve got a Weedwhacker waiting for him. Bastion is going to be a problem, we’re going to be after each other. No way an alliance is going to last in this one. Still, it’s an art to weather a storm and every art has it’s aids. Barrelling past the city limits sign into Tampa Bay, Dace slams the breaks once more and switches gears, slowing down before caffeine fuelled, over active cops decent to get in their quota of truck stoppings. So much weight to carry and think about. So much to plan and to little time to do it all. Well all I can do is stand and fight for this one. Got to be very, got to be geared up, got to fight. There can be no holding back or the storm will blow me away. Rolling to a stop outside of his home and stepping from the cab, Dace looks up at the dark and cloudy sky. The very first rain drop falls and slashes against his shades as a smile creeps across his face. -FADE-

Ejiro Fasaki vs. "The Maori Badass" Va'aiga Va'aiga. Trinity Pirde! "The Sinner" John Duran vs. English Dragon English Dragon. English Pride! Jay Dawg vs. The Boston Strangler TBS. "The Franchise" Mak Francis vs. "The Sacred One" Andrew Blackwell Mak. Wildchild vs. Johhny "The Barracuda" Dangerous No clue. "Deathwish" Danny Williams vs. "TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson Danny. Trinity Pride! Double Jeopardy (Quiz and Show) vs. Crowe and Dante Crane Crow and Dante. SFC Pride. Edwin MacPhisto vs. Nathaniel "Silent" Kibagami Edwin. English Pride! Dace Night (representing "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens) vs. Bastion (representing the Hville Thugg) vs. Michael Craven (representing the Suicide King) Eppp! AND THE MAIN EVENT… "THE SUPERIOR ONE" TOM FLESHER VS. "JUDGE MENTAL" WILLIAM HEARFORD No idea.

If you can get all the songs together, I can probably host them all. I can just get them from different people and put them up in a big zip file maybe.

-BUZZ! BUZZ!- Rolling over with a grunt from his bed, Dace slams the alarm clock on his head side table, trying to crush the annoying thing under his fist. Finally finding the sleep function by effect of ripping the power lead out of the back, Dace cracks his now relaxed back slowly, before cracking his shoulder blades. Picking up the phone from table, flicking the flap down and dialling in a number as he rubs sleep from his eyes. -RING RING!- -CLICK!- “Hello, Dado’s Tattoo Parlour?” “Yes, who’s speaking…?” “Dace Night, I have an appointment for this afternoon, I’m just calling to check everything is all set for then.” “Yes it is Mister Night.” “Good, thank you. I’ll be down later this afternoon. Good bye.” “Thank you, good bye.” -CLICK!- Rolling over in the bed next to him and shifting the mass of her purple hair out of the way, Kayin wraps her arms around Dace’s body and pulls him back down to the bed. “Hmmm, what was that Dacey?” “Just checking about my tattoo and all later this afternoon babe.” “That’s later this afternoon right?” “Yes, why do you ask?” Wriggling her way through the covers and wrapping her limbs around Dace’s body, she whispers into his ears. “Good, because with all the stress you’re going do be dealing with, what with the pay per view and all… you need lots of relaxation to help you out Dacey.” -FADE- -CLING CLING- The door top bell jangles as Dace passes through the door, long leather trench coat and dark shades even in the Florida weather. Behind the desk, a big hairy and heavily tattooed man looks up from a magazine he’s reading. “Mr Night, I’m here for my three thirty.” “Ah yes, sign here buddy. Are you aware of the details and such?” The man asks as he slides a clip sheet over the counter. “Yes, even though it’s my first time.” Dace answers slowly as he sings the form and removes his shades. “But not or other sort of things I see. Well, it’s round the back buddy.” Stepping into the back and shedding his trench coat as he walks to the back, Dace leaps into the chair as he pulls open his shirt, exposing his pale skin as hum of the tattoo needle kicks into life. “Now, you sure you still want all this buddy. It’s some pretty heavy stuff you’re getting done. Don’t want to have you regretting it now. Almost like you’re getting ready for war.” Flashing his scar faced grin, Dace nods and rolls onto his back, pushing up his left shoulder. “War of a kind. I know what I’m getting into. So let’s get on with this.” -FADE- The hum dies away as the tattooist steps back and swabs away the last of the blood from Dace’s arm. “Well there you go. There for life now.” From the right side of his neck, all the way down his right arm to his fingers, runs a twisting pattern of interconnecting spikes, which end at points on his fingers. The trails for a large bundle over his fist and elbow. On his back the outline of a howling wolf’s head against a moon. “Now I’m almost ready. There’s a storm coming you know, I’d get nailed down, it isn’t going to be pretty.” -FADE- Out side of Dado’s the only since of Dace’s new tattoos are the pattern that can bee seen on his fist as he strides back towards his truck. -RING RING!- Flicking his cell phone from his pocket, Horrorcore brings it to his ear. “The gears all ready and past customs?…. Good, I’ll be around to pick up the truck and the stuff tomorrow…. Yes I know what I’m getting ready for.” -CLICK!- -FADE-

My stats have been updated. Please check. Wow... this is gonna be fucking awesome. The card is just fantastic.

There will be a part 3. And a 4, but that will be on the G4 show itself.

Mark for the English.

You're not ment to write fool!

It doesn't matter about our match Ejiro. That's just a drop in the ocean compeared to this storm.

Rain batters the windows, the storm gathers. War is coming… --- “Ladies and Gentlemen, right now in this wonder Sutton Town Hall, KSW Arena, we present to you tonight, trained by our very own Garry Ace and Scott Rage … please welcome …. DACE NIGHT!” Flashing lights and the strains of Take No Prisoners roll across the jam packed fans as the young Dace Night strides to the ring and slides into the ring, the fans cheering and applauding the new comer to KSW. “And his opponent, the KSW UK Champion …. SCOTT RAGE!” Under the pryo and screaming fans, the chords of Ride the Lightning can be heard as friend and trainer Scott Rage makes way down to the ring. Sliding in and shaking Dace’s hand, Scoot poses to the crowd before the ringing bell. --- “He’s got Dace up on his shoulders, this could be it! Scott swings him and dumps Dace on his neck with a Caledonian SafeMaker! It’s over!” ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings and Dace Night loses his first match, but in true style as the crowd rise to their feet, giving both men a standing ovation. --- “Here it comes folks, this is going to be one of the hottest matches KSW has ever seen. Over the past year since Dace Night made his first steps into the wrestling world, he’s battled back and forth with is life long friend Scott Rage. They’ve fought with and against each other, in all sorts of matches, all across the country. Yet Dace has NEVER beaten Scott Rage one on one.” On the red carpet covered ramp, Dace and Rage stride out together, side by side as the fans raw in anticipation. “The following one on one contest, for one fall, is for the number one contendership to the KSW World Championship!” The bell rings, as a blinding wall of flash lights flare up. --- Underhooking Rage’s arms Dace drags him up into the air, flipping him onto his shoulders. Diving forwards onto his knees, Dace crunches Rage down onto his neck, holding him down to the mat. “NightFall By The Shores Of Time! Dace could have it won!” ONE! TWO! THREE! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “He does it, Dace does it! After a year, he finally defeats Scott Rage!” Swarming down the entrance ramp, the Iron Wolves charge into the ring, flocking around their fallen leader and dragging him to his feet. Slowly getting back to his, Dace looks across the ring at all five members of the Iron Wolves, as they raise their fist in salute and the crowd sends of roof off as Scott Rage stumbles forwards in an embrace from his best friend in the middle of the ring. --- K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! K S DUB! “Like all good things, they come to an end. But like every member of the KSW roaster, right here in this ring will say, as I’m sure all you fans out there will agree with. This has been one of the best times ever. And what a way to send off two of the best guys KSW will ever see. So for the very last time ever, get up and make some fucking noise…” The rest of the words a drowned out under the roar as Rage and Night stand tall and proud in the ring, for the very last time in KSW. --- A fire is lit and the winds of the storm only fan the flames. --- CRASSSSHHHHH! “Oh My God! Dace just Powerbombed Trent Acid though that Lightbulb Tube Table! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! C Z DUB! --- “Yakuza Kick and Nick Modno hits the mat like a brick!” RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! “And Dace Night just took Acid’s head off with a Yakuza Kick of his own!” “Justice Pain catches Dace from behind and sends him through the Barbed Wire Board with a German Suplex!” --- DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! “Listen to the ovation from these fans here in Station Forty Four, as the CZW brings to you some of the hottest technical and extreme wrestlers in the country, as Dace Night and Sick Nick Modno are still going head to head in a Fans Bring the Weapons Match.” CRUNCH! “Mondo Sledge with the stop sign! He just caved in Dace’s head!” --- HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “Acid Bomb from the Top Rope through the Ultra Violent Table!” ONE! TWO! THREE! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “And Dace Night is gone from CZW, but you have to be sure the fans are never going to forget him after a send off like this, and the runs he’s had with the company.” --- The fire is now an inferno that will never die. The drums of war can be heard from the mountains to the sea. --- ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! “Dace Night wins, defeating James Morin in their very first matches in the SJL. There could be bright things head for these men!” --- WE WANT FUCKING ULTRA VIOLENCE! WE WANT FUCKING ULTRAVIOLENCE! WE WANT FUCKING ULTRAVIOLENCE! Turning around, and trying to run backwards out of the ring at the same time, Spike stumbles, and makes himself a date with a classic. Enraged in blood and bloodlust, Dace swings the screaming Weedwhacker at Spike, slamming it into his gut, as the shower of blood flies up, as the fine blade slices though every bit of skin and body tissue in it's path. CZ F'N' DUB! CZ F'N' DUB! CZ F'N' DUB! CZ F'N' DUB! "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" --- We paint the sky with blood at night Bringing the damned to fight The storm is near History has all the makings. It leads to one point, time after time. There is always more. Blood will flow and the storm will rage. The howl the Iron Wolves rip the air, they want the war. It’s time to prepare, whoever and whatever the fight… On the biggest stage of them all, I will be ready. War is coming.

I wonder if they'll still hold til the 2005 date. If they do, then the secret ending is the only thing you see before the game comes out.

Well, you'll have to wait for Part 2. It won't make sense if I do it before the show.

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Ahh, thank you Dames.

It was in someone's avatar. I'll try and dig it up.

Well, for me. I've yet to take Flesher on in one on one, just in tag matches so far, but I'd probably die if I did. But I'd still like to find out. Z, because of all the stuff I've heard about it, It'd have been cool to take a crack at him. Dace vs Crow in singles has still only gone down the once, and there needs to be a hardcore match between us some time. Never did get that big Hardcore match against Janus either. I wanna face Aecas when he's bumped, due to friendly compertition and all. And last and most importantly for me. Danny Williams. Danny's face turn and forming the Unholy Trinity just before I got bumped means this one isn't happening for a while, but I'm damn sure this one is going down before either one of us retires, just no way it' not happening.

Storm's opening pryo dies down as the crowd continue to yell and shout as the image moves around to Bobby Riley and Cyclone Comet at the commentary position. Comet: Welcome one and all Citizens and SWF fans to this latest SWF Strom here in Lexington, Kentucky, where I, Cyclone Commmmeeeeeeetttt, and Bobby Riley bring the honourable action. Riley: Thank you Comet. Now, I must pimp the up coming Pay Per View, Genesis the biggest SWF Pay Per View event of the year and you can order it right now from your local companies. Be sure to order now, you won't want to miss King putting Hugg and Stevens in there places, under his boot! Comet: Citizen Riley, really. Justice will come out on top in this situation and there are sure to be important events on tonight's show. Stepping into the ring, Funyon stands ready to announce the first match. Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following Tag Team Contest will be for One Fall and will be for ... The Number One Contendership to the SWF TAG TEAM TITLES! YYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Funyon: Introducing firstly, at a combined weight of four hundred and forty one pounds, the team of ... 'THE SICK BOY' DANTE CRANE and 'THE ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARE' CROW! The soft opening tones hum over the arena as the lights drop out as a ring of fire lights up on the stage, as the words explode from the speakers. YOU'RE GONNA BURN IN HELL! The flames explode as the lights raise up to show Crow and Dante Crane walking down from the stage towards the ring. The Gothic Warrior takes the last drags of his cigarette before flicking it away. Dante sheds his trench coat and hands it over to the Time Keeper. Sliding into the ring, the pair climb the turnbuckles and spread their arms to the cheering fans. YYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! CROWWWW! CROWWWW! DAN-TAY! DAN-TAY! Funyon: And there opponents, weighing in at five hundred and fifty seven pounds ... representing the Unholy Trinity .... DACE 'HORRORCORE' NIGHT and 'THE MAORI BADASS' VA'AIGA! The ring fades fade out once again as the ramp fills with smoke and strobing red laser light flickers across it. As a red spot light focuses, the pyro fires up as the music rips into life. LET FREEDOM RING WITH A SHOTGUN BLAST! Striding out side by side in the duo make their ways down the ramp under the strobe lights. Climbing the steps onto the ring around, the climb into the ring as the lights come back up. Sliming across the ring to Crow and Dante, the Trinity members make a hand shake before stepping into their corner. YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! TRIN-ITY! TRIN-ITY! TRIN-ITY! TRIN-ITY! Raising his elbow into the air, Dace beats on in, signalling to all the home state fans of Danny Williams, marking their absent leader. DAN-E! BOOM! BOOM! DAN-E! BOOM! BOOM! Comet: Looks like we're deep down in Elbow country here Citizen Riley. Referee Nick Soapdish steps into the middle of the ring and waves his hand in the air, calling for the opening bell as Dace and Dante take up the positions in the center of the ring. DING, DING, DING! Riley: Why do we have to watch the repeat of his horrible match. Why? No one in this match knows how to work right damn it. Clashing head on from the get go, Dace and Dante lock up with each other in the centre of the ring. Using his strength and size advantage, Dace easily starts to force all his weight down onto the Sick Boy, but Crane surprises Horrorcore with a sudden back roll, grabbing Night's wrists as he comes. Coming back to his feet, he has a grip on Dace's wrists which are know twisted around the wrong way. Before Dace can react to the shock, Dante leaps from the feet and Dropkicks Dace squarely in the chest, sending the Brummie Goth tumbling back to the mat. Riley: Interesting, Dante looks like he's going to play straight into Dace's power advantage, but comes out with a nice speed based move to score first blood. Comet: It's what you have to do, use your strengths in the right, honourable way to get the win. Scrambling back to his feet, Dace lashes out towards Dante but has to duck an incoming Leg Lariat before he can make an attack. Popping straight back up, he just isn't fast enough as Dante leaps from his feet and wrapping his legs around Night's neck, drops backwards, taking him over with a Hurricanrana. RRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHH! Bounding back to his feet, Crane leaps onto the second rope and springs backwards, launching his body at the raising Dace Night with a Springboard Moonsault .. OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! Which gets caught as Horrorcore easily holds the Sick Boy over his shoulder. Breaking into a run, Dace looks to plant Dante into the mat with a Running Powerslam, but Dante kicks his legs franticly and slides down Night's back, giving him a firm shove on the way down, launching him full speed and chest first into the turnbuckles... YYYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHH! ...Diving into the corner, Crane leaps to the middle rope as Dace staggers backwards clutching his chest. Springing backwards, Dante turns over it middle air and levels Dace with a Crossbody taking him all the way down to the mat. Slamming back first into the mat, Dace rolls ever muscle in his back and uses the momentum to flip himself over, carrying Sick Boy with him and reverse the pin. Throwing a shoulder up before Soapdish can even get into place, Dante rolls to his feet but Dace is already up and wrapping his arms around Crane's legs picks him up with hardly any effort before throwing him back into the mat with a Spinebuster. Riley: Dante takes control with his speed, but gets out manoeuvred by Dace Night. Someone should take control of his match by ending it right now really. Comet: This is the good sort of wrestling we need to see more off all around the world. Dragging Crane back to his feet, Night drills a knee into his midsection, doubling him over and wrapping his arm around in a quick Front Facelock before he falls backwards and spikes Dante's head with a DDT. Holding on, Night rolls back to his feet and plants another knee into the Sick Boy's gut, keeping him dazed before whipping him off into the Unholy Trinity's corner. Riley: Ohh, never a good place to be, the other team's camp. Comet: That surprises me coming from you Citizen Riley. Moving back to his corner, Dace tags in the Maori Badass as Dante Crane tries to shake his head out. Dragging him out of the corner, Dace wraps an arm around Dante's head from behind and hooks his leg from behind as Va'aiga does the same from infront. Sweeping both his legs out, the drill Dante back first into the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep and Inverted Russian Leg Sweep Combo. YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Riley: Here comes a beat down. This might just be interesting maybe. Dante isn't going to last long if he can't break away from Va'aiga and Dace's power and put his speed into action again. Va'aiga drops down and makes a cover in the safety of his own cover, hooking Crane's legs as Soapdish slides into place. ......ONE! ......TWO! Kickout! Even as Crow starts to charge across the ring for the save. RRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Standing back to his feet, the Maori Badass winds back ring huge right hand as the Sick Boy staggers back to his feet, shaking his head, Va'aiga hammers a jaw crunching Uppercut into Crane's jaw that sends his flying backwards into the ropes and bouncing straight back into Va'aiga's arms. The Maori locks his huge arms and snaps his body backwards, sending Dante flying across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Following him across the ring, Va'aiga pulls Crane back to his feet, running an arm between his legs and scooping him up into the air. Dropping backwards, he nails Dante into the mat with a Northern Lights Bomb. Riley: Belly to Belly Suplex half way across the ring and that Southern Lights Bomb from Va'aiga, really laying into Dante Crane. Just like the last time. Is Crane going to be able to pull out the speed again to save himself? Comet: Well Citizen Riley, we wont fine out until it's happened, but Crane is a true wrestler and he'll be able to make a come back when he gets the chance. Rolling over, the Maori Badass hooks the leg as Soapdish dives in to count the fall. ......ONE! ......TWO! ......1/4! NO! YYYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! Diving out of his corner, Crow slams his boots into the Maori's back, breaking up the pinfall, saving his partner and the match. Backing off as Soapdish yells at him, Crow steps back into his corner and clutches at his tag rope, waiting until he can make the tag. As Va'aiga drags Sick Boy to his feet and shoots him off across the ring, sending him barrelling into ropes, Crow leans over as far as he can, stretching out, and just manages to slap his hand on his partners back in a blind tag. SLAP! OOOOOOHHHHHHH! Bailing out, Dante drops into a baseball slide, going straight between the Maori's legs and sliding under the ropes out of the ring as the Antichrist Superstar leaps to the top rope and dives across the ring, Dropkicking the distracted Va'aiga in the back, knocking him sprawling across the ring. Comet: Crow with a Springboard Dropkick to the back, can he make the speed and tactics pay of this time around? As Dante grabs the barrier on the outside and tries to regain his senses, Crow measures up Va'aiga as the Maori Badass stumbles back to his feet. Swinging his whole body, foot first Crow drills into into the Maori's head with an echoing Das Wunder Kick.. CRACK! WWWWOOOOOOOOOOO Following it up, Crow hauls the Trinity member to his feet, clamping on a Front Facelock and drops back with a quick DDT. Rolling to his feet, the Gothic Warrior pulls Va'aiga into a sitting position. Running himself into the ropes, Crow throws himself through the air and slams his feet into the back of the Maori's head with a ringing smack. Forcing all his weight across the Maori's shoulders, Crow hooks the leg for a cover as Dante drags himself back into his corner. ......ONE! ......TWO! .......1/4! ......1/2! NO! Riley: Crow out doing Va'aiga right now, but he's got to keep an eye on Dace Night if he wants to win this one. It's not going to be easy, but I wish it was. Still, keep ringing those bells, I'm not surprised that the big dumbass Maori's head sounds empty as anything. Shrugging himself off, Crow gets back to his feet and drags Va'aiga with him. Swinging back his arm, driving home a Knife Edge Chop... SMACK! WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO! SMACK! WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO! SMACK! WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO! Following up the blows with a rain of right hands, the Gothic Warrior backs the Unholy Trinity member back into the corner. Spinning him around, Crow climbs to the top turnbuckle, slapping on a Front Facelock, pushing off the turnbuckles and swinging around, Crow spikes Va'aiga with a Murderous DDT as Dace and only watch and wait as he partner takes a beating. Angling the big Maori to the ropes, Crow leaps onto them and dives backwards with a Springboard Moonsault, dropping his body across the Maori's chest for a cover. ......ONE! ......TWO! ......1/4! .......1/2! ......3/4! Kickout! YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Riley: Murderous DDT followed up by a Springboard Moonsault for a close too count. If it hand been from the top rope like last time, this damn match would have been over by know. Comet: Va'aiga has heart and spirit, he's fighting on against the beatings is taken. It's a head to head contest of skills and wits. What wrestling should be Citizen Riley. Slamming the mat in slight frustration, Crow moves back to his corner, reaching out and tagging in the recovered Dante Crane.... DAN-TAY! DAN-TAY! DAN-TAY! ....Jumping onto the tope rope, Sick Boy leaps forwards and sends his body weight crashing into Va'aiga chest with a Springboard Senton, as Horrorcore winces at the impact on his tag partner. Comet: With a shot at the Tag Titles hanging in the balance, Crow and Dante are pulling out all the stops to trying and get the win and set themselves on the path for Tag Team Gold. Riley: How about the pull out all the stops and finish the match before the crowd falls asleep. Pointing to the top rope, Dante starts to climb the turnbuckles as the fans roar into life. Pulling a hand across his throat, Crane balances himself on the top, as Va'aiga lays almost unmoving on the mat. Clasping his hands in a prayer, the Sick Boy looks to deliver The Cure and finish off the Maori Badass. Jumping through the air, Dante drops towards the mat, aiming himself straight at the Maori's heart.... RRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SSSMMMAAAACCCCKKKK! Comet: HE MISSES THE CURE! IT'S NOT OVER YET! Riley: Once again taking to many high risks works against a flyer. Will the pee brains ever learn? As both men lay flat out on the mat, almost motionless, Dante Crane after missing from the top rope, and Va'aiga after the beating he's taken, as Soapdish starts to count them both down. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Dante Crane rolls over, clutching at his head as he slowly stands up to his feet. VA-ING-UG! VA-ING-UH! VA-ING-UH! As the fans yell on the encouragement for the Maori Badass to get back to his feet, Dante stumbles over slowly, dragging Va’aiga to his feet. Flicking his leg and slamming it into the Maori’s dead section, Dante Crane looks out to the crowd and across to Crow, and the Bird gives Dante the sign that it’s time to finish the Maori Badass off. Crow steps briefly through the ring ropes and stomps three times on the floor, cueing up the sinster gothic band for the final big crescendo. Dante lifts Va’aiga up and slowly, deliberately places first one arm, then the other underneath the massive Maori’s armpits, twisting them back round and locking his hands round the back of Va’aiga’s neck. Riley: This could be it for the Maori badass. It’s been a tenacious effort to stay in this match, but this could finally be the undoing of the Godfather of Booyah. Comet: It’s nice to see you giving credit where credit’s due. Riley: Yeah it’s only so I can gloat over the big dumbass getting pinned later! Crow rears back, preparing to fire off a massive thrust kick and as Crow launches forwards… VA’AIGA SLIPS ROUND WITH A TOP WRISTLOCK AND LOCKS IN A FULL NELSON OF HIS OWN! Crow fires off the kick he had charged up, with his head turned away to add more snap to the impact, and BLINDLY WUNDERKICKS DANTE CRANE INTO A VA’AIGA DRAGON SUPLEX! VA-ING-UH! VA-ING-UH! Comet: Oh my god! Va’aiga reversed the DEADLY Wunder kick and Ethereal Suplex combination. It that had come off right Va’aiga would have been TOAST, Badass or not! Maybe, just MAYBE the Maori Badass has a chance now to tag in Dace Night! This could be a heroic comeback, and it takes a hero to know a hero! Bobby Riley says nothing and just sits there sulking. Soapdish orders Crow back to his own corner, flustered by the interference overruling his authority as Va’aiga drops down to the mat, choosing to try for his own corner rather than bridging out the suplex. Crow slides back gracefully to his corner, grabs the tag rope and reaches as far as his frame can go out into the ring, Dante Crane struggling after the MASSIVE dragon suplex to recover. Meanwhile Va’aiga, slumped on the canvas starts heading slowly towards his own corner, stretching out a massive bulked up and heavily tattooed arm towards the outreaching Dace. TRI-NI-TY! TRI-NI-TY! TRI-NI-TY! DAN-TAY-CRANE! DAN-TAY-CRANE! Comet: Whoever makes the tag first is in pole position to win this match! Riley: In all my history in this great federation, I’ve NEVER seen a situation like this. Comet: Do I detect a hint of irony in your voice? Riley: Mayyyyyyyyybe Grabbing hold of his neck, Dante Crane stumbles up to his feet and falls forward towards his own corner, flicking just the merest touch of his hand into Crow’s and That Freakin’ Bird leaps over the top rope and rushes across the ring to intercept the Maori Badass. Crow grabs for Va’aiga as the Maori just manages to stand and grabs for a massive Maori arm. Crow drags Va’aiga into a strong Irish Whip but the Maori Badass holds on and with a last burst of energy pulls Crow back into his and flattens the Antichrist Superstar with a Short Arm Clothesline. Riley: That wasn’t the best clothesline I’ve ever seen from the Maori Badass Comet: Yeah but given the situation that could be among the most important! Crow gets to his feet quickly and lunges to stop the tag, but it’s too late as a last despairing dive, like a rugby player diving for the try line with an opponent snapping at his heels, Va’aiga tags in the Big Bad Brummie, DACE NIGHT! Riley: Like welfare check day in a Kentucky social support office, business is about to pick up. Comet: And citizens, get your bring back Mark Stevens badges at reception. Riley: I’ll tell King you said that. Crow charges the fresh Dace Night, but Dace rocks the talented Australian back with a deadly looking elbow smash across the cheeks. Dante Crane rolls back into the ring and stands, looking to help his tag partner out, but Dace turns in time to stagger Dante with a second massive elbow smash. Crow bounces off the ropes to steady himself, but his slowness in steadying his feet results gives Dace time to turn back and fire a third masterful elbow smash back across Crow’s face. Crow stumbles and lays backwards across the ropes, holding firm for support. Dante stumbles back to his feet, still clutching his neck with one arm and a fourth massive elbow sends HIM to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Comet: Dante Crane and Crow hung out to dry like week old washing. Riley: You leave your washing a week before putting it out to dry? Comet: Well not personally. Riley: Leave the metaphors to ME. Dace stands in the center of the ring and looks first left, then right at his opponents both hung up on the ropes and then CHARGES first at Crow spilling the Antichrist Superstar over the top rope, legs flailing in the air, tumbling in an unpleasant arc and crashing down with a thump to the outside. Comet: That look like it hurt, and hurt bad. Dace turns back to Dante and given twice the run up BLOWS DANTE AWAY WITH A TWICE AS NASTY, TWICE AS NICE, ALL THE PAIN OF YOUR BALLS IN A VICE FULL ON OVER THE ROPES YAKUZA KICK! Dace walks calmly back to the center of the ring and throws the horns to the crowd! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! And with a slight grin and a nod to Va’aiga… Dace calls out a totally unexpected… BOO-YAH! TRI-NI-TY! TRI-NI-TY! Comet: A nod to his Maori tag Partner there both physically and verbally. Riley: Well if you called Va’aiga the Godfather of Booyah, what’s Dace? The Ray Liotta? Dace stands awaiting his pair of opponents to recover, and the Birmingham based superstar is not disappointed as the ever resilient Crow gets back to the ring apron and hops with his catlike balance up to the top rope. Crow leaps off with a picture perfect springboard cross body, but Dace Night, still with all his wits about him, sharply catches the Birdman of the SWF and holds him for a second before hoisting Crow over his head into a Fireman’s Carry! Comet: Crow unlucky to be caught by Dace there, I’ve seen many a man flattened by a cross body like that. Riley: Well it could have been worse. If you get caught there by the Maori, you get Maori Dropped and pinned before you can say Whakanga Tutae! Dante Crane leaps onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes, moving in on Dace Night and firing off a loose crescent kick, rolling with the momentum to close the distance, but Dace spins round himself in tho opposite direction, cat-in-a-washing-machineing Crow while smacking Dante solidly across the side of the head WITH CROW’S HEELS! Dante Crane drops to the canvas and Dace smashes Crow back first into the mat with a BRUTAL CORKSCREW REVERSE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Dace leans back and hooks a leg and Soapdish drops to cover… ……ONE! ……TWO! ……1/4! …….1/2! ……3/4! …...9/10…. and CROW KICKS OUT! RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Comet: My god! Superheroic resistance there from the Australian superstar. Riley: Crow is one tough competitor. I’ve seen many a ham-and-egger go down to a Reverse Death Valley Driver recently. Comet: But there’s no ham and eggers in the SWF! Soapdish gets up to order Dante Crane out of the ring as the Canadian Cruiserweight peels himself off the canvas again. Dante skulks his way out of the ring as Dace scrapes Crow off the mat and locks in a tight standing head scissors. Dace looks to see where Dante is, and finding the Canadian on the ring apron Dace powers Crow up over his shoulders and SMASHES the Bird down to the mat with a High Angle powerbomb, holding onto the matchbook pin… ……ONE! …….TWO! ……1/4! ……1/2! KICKOUT! YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! And Crow rolls a shoulder, leaving Soapdish to signal two at Dace Night, drawing a grunt of disapproval from the High Priest of Horrorcore. Comet: He folded him up like origami and mailed him all the way to hurt town. Riley: Is it just me, or is Dace Night getting irritated. Dace flashes a glance over to Va’aiga and the Maori Badass nods in approval, and the roof nearly blows off the building with the MASSIVE stadium wide pop as Dace slaps his thigh twice and looks over to the Ragin’ Maori, who respondsby looking out into the arena and slowly making the slit throat motion! Dace reaches over and tags in the Maori Badass… RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Comet: You know what time it is? Riley: Time the referee cracked down on double team moves? Dante Crane leaps from his corner and rushes in to intercept the double team, only to rush straight into the arms of Dace who promptly SNAPS the Cruiserweight down to the mat with a vicious Spinebuster. Dante stays in position sat up and VA’AIGA HITS A DROPKICK ON HIS SEATED OPPONENT!! Riley: Mark it down in your diary folks, Dante Crane may have only been sitting down, but Va’aiga hit a dropkick! You’ll never see that in your life again! Meanwhile Dace waits on the Bird standing up and then makes DAMN SURE that Crow is set on the mat face down, bouncing off the ropes and driving into the back of Crow’s skull with a huge running enzui-elbow smash! Dace stands to the side of Crow and waits as Va’aiga picks up Crow by the legs, then as the Maori delivers the vicious Inverted Powerbomb, the Englishman fires off that special axe kick to the back of Crow’s neck… Comet: DECAPITATOR! DECAPITATOR! DECAPITATOR! Va’aiga rolls Crow over and leans back across him, hooking a leg and Soapdish drops to count as the fans yell along… ONE! TWO! …… ……. …… Dante Crane dives over to break the pin… BUT IS INTERCEPTED BY A RUNNIGN LARIAT BY DACE NIGHT! THREE! DING! DING! DING! Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, here are your winners … DACE NIGHT and VAAAAA’AAAIIIIIGGGGAAAAA! Comet: What a great win from the Maori Badass and the Horrocore one. The Unholy Trinity go marching on, unbeaten in straight tag matches and all set up for that return match at Genesis Four… live on Pay Per View. Riley: Oh no. It looks like Va’aiga has the Microphone. This can’t be good. In the ring Center as Crow and Dante Crane dust themselves off and Dace Night offers each man a handshake, Va’aiga grabs the mic that had been tossed up to him and breathing heavily he addresses both his opponents and the crowd… Va’aiga: Yo! Crow. Dante. That’s twice we’ve faced and you’ve pushed us harder than any team in the federation, without having to bend ANY damn rules and without having to PISS ME OFF! After we kick the sorry asses of Double Jeopardy at Genesis IV, you guys are welcome to take a shot at us ANY TIME, ANY PLACE. And Quiz, Show, I know you boys are watching in the back, so I’m gonna shout this challenge out to you right now, sit up, take notice, don’t spill your sodas… GENESIS IV… TAG TEAM CAGE MATCH! But not just any cage. The most BRUTAL structure ever devised by the sick minds that book this damn federation… THE NO ESCAPE CAGE! BOO-YAH!

DDDRRRRRAAAAAAGGGGGGGOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN! DDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNN!! (Y) Congrats dude, you've earnd it, and proved that Spike of course couldn't really hold a title. (Y) for Aecas, congrats as well dude!

w00t. More Prog Metal greatness. I can live with their religious themes, they've always had them, and where never that bad. Can't wait to here what new mind bending solos they've got cooked up this time.

Ejiro beat you to it Judge. And Mak, you where right, that was the match.

It's a good thing I'm an Atheist, because if I believe in a soul and all that lot, I'd be boned, because it woulnd't be a very good one. But I dont believe in all that, so it matters not.