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The teams are cool, barring the 3 man one (I'd say drop Axis from it or something.) It'll work, just take adjusting.

I agree with you about the 3 man thing Toxxic. Learning some new 2 man teams I can deal with, as long as the markers are prepared to discount commentry for a grace period of a few shows. But 3 man teams are bad news.

The Moonlight Bomb, over used as hell but it's still nice.

Which would make it a 3/4 Facelock Russian Legsweep, which is possible. Werid, but possibl.e

You're pretty much summed up what I was trying to say Zed. I guess we just need a poll for heel and face commentators and come out with a good team from the vote. We just need a mix of characters that gives of the old straight guy/funny man team or some such. Ok idea, lets start fielding ideas and see if you want some articles too.

There differnetly isnt such a thing as a Tiger Bomb as I've said. And Metal Maniac, the terms Driver and Bomb are not interchangable in Japan. They're just two gimmick names that dont fit the Westner pattern of gimmick techncial names. There's probably some routed language thing in there as well that you wouldn't be able to pick up on.

The TD'91 is a Kneeling Sheer Drop Double Underhook Powerbomb. It's still a 'Bomb move. It's just a gimmick name that's stuck, like Northern Lights Suplex (Shoulder to Belly Suplex). Personally, I think Tiger Driver sounds fair better anyway.

Tiger Driver = Double Underhook Sitout Powerbomb. You can also do a Release Version as Noble does. Can be called a Tiger Driver Whip. No such thing as a Tiger Bomb(Styles used to miscall Sitout Powerbombs as Tiger Bombs in ECW this is where the name came from). Tiger Driver is the gimmick name for it sine Misawa used it as Tiger Mask II (IIRC) (Note, the Original Tiger Driver of Tiger Mask I was a Facelock Suplex) Monkey Maker/J Driller = Double Underhook Pileder. Different move. The J Driller is NOT a Sitout Tiger Driver '91 or anyversion of a Tiger Driver at all.

The main problem with Comet and Riley is there is no straight man with these two, because of the characters. It's a problem I had a lot as well man. I can only make so many underhand gay jokes and superhero rip off lines. But I'm not sure about alternating teams, because it's gonna suck if you forget the team and addapting to a new team is always bad. So random guess people should be kept to a limit really. As for 3 people, we had that in the JL and I'm really glad I didnt have to write for that. It ruins a normal exchange flow. 2 people works time and most work is built around it. Changing the team is probably the best thing. Brining back King would rock, and remind everyone he's still got a stake in the fed. The stuff with him and Comet would work, as King can play a straight and evil heel, while still being open to comedy jokes. I still harken for the old days of King and Axis from when I joined the JL. EDIT: While we're here, I think a few...articles about the fed might not go amiss. Dont have to be huge or often, just people talking about what they know about. Things to cover: Psychology in various forms. Making a balanced moveset. Working your moves How to pick a good finisher. Character ideas/gimmicks. The balance of stats. Different wrestling styles in wrestling and how to write them. The types of basic match ideas and how to build them. And stuff like. People like myself, Flesher and Danny can certainy give a few hundred words of advice on the technical side and other people can cover a range of other things. If anyone would like me to TRY and cover some of these, I'd try to write a tester to see if it's any good. Please let me know.

Yet the graveyard is still legal....good enough for me. Gotta love the wacky laws of your home town. Now.... to break that law....

Main Event Non-Title Bout; Special Guest Referee Dace Night vs Janus Special Guest Referee: Tom Flesher Tom Flesher (Points and laughs at MVS while giving praise to Judge) Cruiserweight Title Match Austin Sly vs Johnny Dangerous Dangerous, the grummpy old vet shouldnt be letting go of the belt. Submissions Match "Deathwish" Danny Williams vs Mike Van Siclen Danny all the way. USJL Title Match Alan Clark vs Aecas vs Todd Cortez vs Masked Man TMM because it would be so funny. Toxxic vs "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins I smell an angle here. The finish will be fixed. Hardcore Title Contendership Ryan Dustin vs Munich vs Manson Dustin because he rocks whatever he thinks. Heath Black vs Martin "Big Country" Hunt I'm gonna go with Hunt, just. Max King vs Petey The Irish Penguin King, even throuhg his opp is a bitch.

Bah, stupid back button, wrong thread. Oh, and throw me in for a good old Floatover Suplex Hold.

Rrrsh you're right on this one. 1) You're on about the Dolphin Driver (Suplex to Piledriver, as oppossed to the Steiner Screwdriver which is a Suplex to Inverted Piledriver) 2) All Piledrivers are Sitdown. (Ok, there's some leyway due to the size of some people's legs like Rhino, meaning they can almost sitout and still follow 3). 3) All Piledrivers are protected headbumps. 4) Any unprotected dones become Vertical Sheer Drop Powerbomb version (eg Thesz Ganso Bomb was a Release Piledriver and became the first Powerbomb and is now a Vertical Sheer Drop Release Powerbomb)

If you want to know, you have the internet and ALL these internet message boards, sites and archives. Get up and look for the details. If you read all the details, rather than having them fead to you in commentry, you should be able to watch the match with the sound off. Case in point, 6/3/94. I dont have a line by line fan translation of the commentry, but I've done at least enough reading to have some grasp of what's happening and why and why it should matter to me.

They're wherever you want them to be. Wonderful thing about this place. Just dont go storming the bosses office with premission though. *Pokes Chris to use MSN or the chatroom*

*Takes blurry photos are proof* Damn you going to college and not having the time to write fantasy wrestling anymore. Damn you!

Happy Birthday guys. Have a good one.

Rando, it was like a good 20 mintue album filled with 40 mintues of filler tracks and skits. The action wasn't like that, it was just everything else that went with it. I feel the opposite would have been better. Very minimal stuff, just the action in the ring, hardly any talk of the crowd or much commentry. Keep it focused, make it feel intense, and so you could have focused more on the pacing in the ring and how the action panned out.

Sense of main event feel and importance comes from the style you choice to write. That's all I can say on that one. It's the powerbomb that I felt tipped the balance to far over the line for me. But you've got a fair counter example to that one. With the other things Danny did, it was nothing more than he'd one in other matches, just on a slightly bigger scale due to the match, which I can say is completely fair and reasonible. It's just the powerbomb that's to much for me. I'm not saying Danny seemed over tough, as he does bail out and sell alot as you say. But then you have the fact you build Janus as a huge monster. But all things conisidered, I think you got that balance right. I say "shoot" comments, because you talk about wrestling cliches etc, and what they happen. I know what you ment to say and it did work, but they would have been more at home in your match with TMM (which was a great blend of comedy and wrestling on your half). They worked, but it was just a little to much saitre for a PPV World Title Match. But as I said, it's hard to call this one. I'm not the best with comments, even with all the ones I make. I'm baised towards both of you, so that means I'm worse that normal with my comments. Maybe I am wrong, but I've got what I think.

Shit, I wrote flood.....CRRAAP! You do release by back down do the floor, I meant back to the mat. Damn I was tired. I just ment that Tom got shoved off the ropes to the mat, Dace hopes down, drills him, picks him up and and kills him. Grumble grumble.

Yes I'm commenting. Yes as normal. Yes it's going to kill me. I hope this lots ends up being some decent comments and helping people. If not that, then at least a decent run through of the show just picking up on things. But hey, I can say I cared more about finding out the results to this than to Bad Blood. Win or lose, people put awesome amounts of effort in and break out good to great stuff come rain or shine, certain jerking or PPV Main Event. *Gets alls emotional because he bloody can* ==== Anyway how, on with the uber long comments.......... of DOOM~! The card is stacked, packed and loaded! Time for another skull rocking SWF PPV folks. Straight into the opening match up. Ced Ordonez is back folks...man they just can't kepe the old folks in the home anymore. Things start off with some nice basic wrestling, showing that Ced still has the skills. Then things get more crusier like, trade off in the roll ups leading to short exchance. Both of these guys are fast and it's showing here, soild crusier stuff. The counts get high rather quickly, but the action is fluid as it the writing so far. Some of the shifts from pinfalls back to action are a little fast, but they're covered and it is a crusier match, but the spots are flip floppy, just soild and worth while. Ced making constant covers shows he really wants to win his first match back, so he's not going to miss many chanes to try and win. The exchange that almost leads upto Dustin is a good example of a spot to set up high flying finishers that isn't long or drawn out. The kick exchange to the Dragon Screws is a nice little set up for the Cross Lightning, even though Dustin escapes, it still gets to look as deeply as before. And Dustin sells the leg, leading to a further run by Ced, and Dustin fights back with a move that isn't completely leg based and certainly isn't flying, so that's a good thing. Enzuigiri gets countred like before, and leads into a wobbly wizard, still selling the leg and playing off earlier in the match. And then Ced uses the same move that Dustin used easily to set up his flying finisher, but this time there's no escape. Not directly linked to the leg work, but comes off a counter to the Cross Lightning, with Ced basicly switching back to all the body dropps attacks form earlier in the match after he can't get the submission on. Fun opening match and a good one. Certainly not a simple spot fest. Good to have you back Ced. Match two and it's another returnee. Jay Dawg is back, another old folk out of the home. Little trade off to start with, to show that JD hasn't lost any of his skull. The crush into the corner and just carrying Munich across the ring before dumping him is a nice little spot to show off power without being something too big to soon. JD's character has certainly benifited from the fact that strikes are even more over than ever in the fed, which makes him look really strong. It sort of seems like JD would just be killing Munich at first, but Munich is managing to hang in there, for now. JD going in and throwing Munich around is fast and flowing, but still keeping some idea of selling intact as it goes. Munich fights back with a superplex, a stalling suplex and an Enzui-Dropkick, again simple and soild attack psych, but JD suddenly exploding into a counter isn't. Would have been better being drawn out a little bit first. But the assault to the leg and kick combos is certainly nasty, and Munich keeps selling it as he comes back. I dont know if the ref bump as needed, as a few trade offs leading to JD's Avenger would has worked as a good finish. But at least the ref bump and the leg work come into the play for the finish with the drop on the chair to fiish things off. Little jerky at times, but good. Just a few things in the style need to be tightend up. Our first promo now. Ahh, the new boy gets on the seen. And poor Zenon continues to get the bums rush from legal assistants. Not sure who to take this new character yet, but if you're gonna be whipped by your better half, it should at least be physically, so much more fun. And another promo. Spike hypes the Cage Match. What else are you going to do? Cruiserweight Cage Match time. Intros are there to try and hype up Spike's chances and make him look more like a soild contender, as the match isn't built around too much, just to give it a little more edge. The longest intro yet, just for build. Someone starts off with a one count for a change, slightly surprised there. Fast trade offs, with lots of Back Suplex attempts and back elbow counters. Not sure if that's going anywhere yet as Spike misses a Moonsault Bodyblock. More trade offs, strikes this time, which is playing into Johnny's hands, slow and measured in places, which means the back and forth nature makes sense. It's a little start stop in place, but the kick to the face leads to the first near fall. Johnny is winning all the strike exchanges because it's his style and he has the skills in it. Spike tries to isolate Johnny in the corner again, taking away his movement to try and get an advantage but Johnny escapes as drops Spike again. It's starting to look a little one sided hear, but only a little as Johnny just keeps pulling out on top from Spike's little come backs. Reverse Tornado DDT and Double Underhook DDT dont even get a fall, as Spike plays the firey upstar to Johnny's grummpy champion as it's balls to the wall action over selling. What I think Johnny ment to be Falcon Arrows are traded off between the pair and both kick out after a close count. I'd a tad eh on that spot, but it does show Dangerous as going "oh you think you can get way with that punk, well have some of it then!" Spike powering out of the Surfboard is another firey upstart spot and I think the dynamic is becoming a big part of the match. Spike nails MVS' Van Slaminator for another close fall then unloads with the chops. Now Spike really is on an offensive run, flipping legdrop from the top and another close fall. The back elbow reversal comes into play again, but this time Johnny's speed costs him. Spike nails his finisher, but it's not enough. That actually works, considering the dynamic, the upstart just can't bring a big enough gun against the champ. The only thing wrong with Johnny's little come back is the wording, makes it sound like the finisher didnt matter, rather than him despertly fighting for his title, like his action shows. The fans starting to turn on Dangerous is another spot on thing, as the grummpu champ is crushing the dreams of the firey challenger. Spike chasing after Johnny up the cage is the burning fire that wont quit, just bringing everything against the champ. Johnny almost has to break out the blow tourch to break Spike off the as they battle up down, and it's only the fact that Johnny's a striker and so better at it that he wins the duel up there. The Sunset Flip Powerbomb from the top is slightly hard to work, but it's not something stupid either. And it's finally all over. Maybe not the greatest wrestling wise, as a few early threads didnt go anywhere (all the back suplexes and shoving into the turnbuckles) but certainly a really emotional match. The Grummpy Champ vs Firey Upstart was done really well in the end, mainly just needing a few more upsets and another run from Spike to be solid and really well all the way though (though I'm not sure if that was Johnny's plan). Definatly turning it into something really emotion without any true build. Probably the best match in this style that Dangerous has written. Casion Floor Madness up next. I gotta laugh a the intros to this one. It's probably the best way to handel it with a little money. And hey it makes Duran look very classy. Sneak attack with the martini, but should MVS even be drinking on the job (he certainly should be drinking in real life) No wrestling here, just hitting each other with any object that comes to hand. It is ment to be a brawl after all. The whole kayfabe withing kayfabe joke is nice as well, justs hows how werid it is to write fatnasy wrestling. The talk between Todd and Mike makes it seem like some action/comedy movie, but thats what the match is. It's really clear by now this isnt serious at all, but it's funny. I can't really say anything about this as a wrestling match, but as a work of comedy, I can say it's golden. Todd and Mike stopping to gamble and grab cash has to be taken straight from one movie or another. It's two wrong side of the tracks likely lads escaping the bungling bad guys. This one shouldnt go down as cannon but should be remembered. And finally in the Video Horse Racing lonuge we ask...where the fuck is the ref?!? Just a little potshot at a certain OAOAST member, and the ref is distracted by horse racing, something that could only work in this match. Now this thing turns into a real hardcore brawl, but it's still comedy. And props for using the old Va'aiga style Lariat, after Crow's been sent to a watery end. Duran almost wins the match on his own. Van Slaminator finally gets the pin. That match as insanly funny. Not a real much but a great read. Now things start to get Lllooonnnggg! Last. Man. Standing. As I said to Toxxic, I find the image of his character coming out in an England football top odd, just because of the gimmick to the character, but oh well not a real issue. All the history comes out here, Toxxic's god push and such. Man Kibagami's entrance makes him seem like the second coming. He's somehow gotten MORE heat from fueding this Toxxic than he had before. The start is a little anti climatic, but Toxxic can't really run straight into a duel with Kibagami, even if it would have been the best opening. Still, Toxxic starts of fighting for his life from the get go. The end of the world joke is a good one. Toxxic is still avoiding Kibagami's kicks, you think he would have learnt to land them now. The kicks work against Kibagami as Toxxic just goes hit and run with them, out passing the River Dragon. Toxxic blocks the Demonstar like Misawa blocks the Powerbomb, though Kibs doesnt full up on the gut/throat attacks to take the air away again to set it up. But Kibs goes for the arm to ground his fast opponent and takes advantage of No DQ. Trade off on the arm work, Toxxic out pacing Kibagami in the exchange, coming close to out wrestling him at points. Now Toxxic goes on a real run, just lamping Toxxic from spot to spot, trying to wear down the River Dragon with a style that isnt ment to do that. The rise in the count is very, planned, makes it slightly by the numbers but logical. Play off the Demonstar counter from the Rana as before, but Toxxic doesn't escape on the first counter, which is good as it shows Kibagami is still the better wrestler than him and Toxxic has to fight out, not counter out. Now the count breaks up from his usual progressive build, which fools you and makes the counter more sudden and dramatic. Toxxic takes a huge bump from the top rope to the floor, and we're back to the progressive build up count. Irony In Action is a great line and the Demonstar on concrete would have been deadly neck snapage. BWAHAHAH at "You know when you’ve been Tango’d!" being a fellow Brit that one's golden. The tying up in the ropes and beating spot is more for a controlling evil heel but it still goes. Again the progressive increase of the count. Kibagami gets revenge with a low blow of his own. Toxxic despertly avoids a finisher that would have been the end of him. Caffine Bomb on the chair...not enough because Kibagami is the vet, the hero and just plan fucking tougher. It it happens again when he gets the knees up.The Burning Lariat and the Fall From Grace are the first big damange Toxxic's been in for a while, but it should all be over. But Toxxic is still on the god push and gets up. Dangerlust is countered, and Kibagami just chokes the life out of the bitch because now he's pissed. Really pissed. But it still isn't going to stop the god push and Toxxic has about the most heel heat in the world right now. Now the spot I dont like, Toxxic catches both of Kibagami's kicks, I really dont think he's strong enough, big enough or at a position in the match where he should be able to do that. But he won so eh, it's a perosnal grip more anything about the match. Dangerlust and it's finally over. Not the young punk over coming the man, not even that huge fued blow off (even though that's what this match was for) mroe of a sad sawnsong for Kibagami. Still, he's presumible gone down and Toxxic continues on his godpush, has a fuck load of heat and looks like a million bucks. Ladies and gentlemen, we are all fucked! All that left is for Toxxic to beat Flesher for the World Title. This is where the comments start to thin out a tad. And the matches only get longer! Five Wounds Gauntlet Match. Ace is first up in this nut case of a match. Usual heel/heel play off on comenntry between Riley and Comet. Things start off fast and frantic. This one is a full wrestling match, TMM isn't pacing himself yet, he doesnt feel the burn. But the match isn't as fast as you expect, with the Facelock Choke and Schoolboy not ending the match, just to crank up the drama that little bit more than you'd expect. Going up top just gets reversed and TMM loses the first match in a slight shocker after a quick ACE. Out comes Blazenwing now. He goes in with all guns blazing, hounding down the wounded TMM, going straight after him with the chair. TMM bails out and leads Blazenwing to dive straight into a chair shot of doom. Blazenwing fights out of a full nelson and scores a Frog Splash. More reversals and chair shout dual. Superfly Splash onto the chair and it's over. Now TTM is really feeling it, two straight matches and now he has to face f'n' Ebony. And he's trying to chat her up? SS is a complete and utter pervert I see, no wonder Tom wants his sister. And Ebony just kills TMM and his balls. That was just brutal to read, just brutal. STASH THE ASH....w00t! And Aecas is in for a treat in this one people. TMM is breaking out all the comedy in this one, just to keep it going. This isn't wrestling, it's go into pure comedy with the odd wrestling spot. Poor, poor Aecas, having to see...those...things! It's at times like this I'm glad Ash isn't around anymore. Now onto the last match, the ladder match against IL. My god how is TMM still running after this one. He must have a secert battery pack somewhere. He's not keeping up with IL, and the insane one scores a huge dive over the ropes onto Mask and Co for a lovely bit of crowd popping. TMM just just struggling to keep up here and he can't keep IL down. Uber bump of down, almost doesnt make it but he does. TMM grabs the case and wins the match. That one was just mental people, mental. Iron Man Match: Right, here we go people. Man this is gonna kill me. Fluffy intro, do we need fluffers in the SWF?...mmm fluffers. Anyway, it's almost like a wrestling documentry that an intro, it works the once. Not only is it fluff, it's flowery to. But it's Rando's style and what did you expect but for him to have same insanly grandious entrances. And Maddix cheap shots Clark right on the bell, just to get things going in style. But Clark ducks out of the line of fire soon enough. Finally into the ring and Maddix breaks out the speed spots to take Clark into the corner and work him over. Man this really is flowery fluff. For what's going on, I really think you should have gone with a first person POV in the match Rando, with the levels of description and such that you're using, I do fell like I'm having to wade through it to find actual wrestling to start with. Clark low blows and fights his way out. It's following the idea of the empty arena match but I dont think that works in this one. There's not the atomsphere this time, it's not that sort of affair, not in an Iron Man Match. And that selling is slow to come from anywhere, for any at least. Maddix is now uses the flying forearm to try and get an early cover on Clark. Yer, the random handshake is straight into the twilight zone and makes no sense. Clark tries to drop down after running the ropes but Maddix just Sentons him for another close fall. More strike trades off... and Maddix nails Clark with his own move for another close fall and Clark answers by doing the same thing. Superkick Faint to Rana for the first fall and these guys start to wrestle like they've been fueding for six months at last. But then Maddix starts running scare of Clark for no reason, then Clark no sells a driving knee to the gut. The another nice spot, with Maddix faking the chair shot as Clark plays the hero warrior. Clark works over Maddix's knee with shots into the ring steps, the wrong way round I think. Back in the ring, Maddix puts Clark down and nails a swanton for another close fall. This is where it starts to feel like the moves could just be called straight up, rather than dragged out so much. Another surging come back from Clark that gets cut off suddenly. Maddix ties Clark up with the ropes, just wailing away on him leading to another close fall. And again a spot that actually plays of the history, as Maddix scores a submission with the STF after pounding on Clark then keeping it locked on. the Clark pops back into terminator mode. It goes round and round again, until the Slingshot Suplex to score for the first time. The finisher kickout doesnt seem to work at this late stage into the match, even with Clark being a one man iron man. Another huge trade off leaps to another flash roll up for Maddix to take the lead back up. And what is with all this shots of people back stage trading beats on the match as well? And Clark draws back with a roll up of his own. Man this really is wading through piles of added on stuff that really doesn't need to be there. That and at the end, it doesn't seem like these two have been wrestling for an hour at all. They're still trading high spots and they aren working. An hour of beating on someone and these spots arent working? Rando, I can see you went down the road of sheer drama and fluff, but I really dont think it worked at all. It's not something like the empty arean match where it was all story of the two. At times I felt like was cutting through fluff to get to the action. Huge fucking effort, but just totally the wrong path to take. And, from what I read and could remember as I was going through it, it didn't play of massively from such a long fued and it wasn't easy to remember early parts in the match. Big effort and exicution but in the wrong direction and it takes away from what the match should be about. Another promo, oh my god! Maddix just soul is evil soul for money...to Chris Card....mwahahha. And what a way to enginer his move up the card folks. Now for the match that I lost to. Always a fun thing to do isn't it people. Using the clock for hype, of course as it's the last but one match on the card [We're coming up on 5 hours of reading/reviewing here people]. Wonderful little talk at the start, who nothing else but this match counts, because the series was set up to get to this point. Dace starts off with the old elbows, because Tom still can't do a thing about them. Tom tries to drag it into wrestling, but Dace falls back to elbows again. Flesher fights out with the ever faithful low blow because brawling with Dace isn't going to get him anywhere at all. But Dace fights back again and counters a palm strike with more elbows. And again Flesher walls back on wrestling to fight out. Tom goes down the same road as me, making covers at every chance. Dace is still trying to out brawl and out power Flesher. Flesher gets back in control and just goes into total dick mode with the bootscrapes, letting out some of his frustrations from the other matches. Flesher digs into the olds spots, with the baseball slide dropkick and log roll head scissors on the outside to try and do damange to Dace, but still no score yet. Flesher tries for the Backdrop Driver but it gets blocked, then scores with a Palm Strike from the counter (Boo and hiss I say to that, after build up that they didn't work anymore) And the match keeps going back a forth, with a Yakuza Kick from Dace. And Dace finally scores first blood, but only 3 from his finisher. Because both of these guys are hard as nails. This is why I avoid finishers til the end, if you'd hit it once, way not just go straight back to it? Tom keeps bringing his usual brand of comedy to the table as Flesher gets back in control. Nice cover for the lack of selling of the finisher as well, a nother problem I wanted to avoid myself. Flesher just goes back to dick mode on the leg before switching to a facelock. This is just the release job for these two guys, the end of the best of five, and they're throwing it all at each other. Doesn't matter what they can throw at each other, they can take almost anything. It's just acase of who has more ammo and more armour. It looks like Flesher had right to be worried about his status in the fed, as he can pick away at Night's leg, but he can't score any big bombs yet. Good F'n' Night gets another three count as Flesher still can't get a score. He's really starting to seem like an underdog here (too bad it's not my match) But Dace gets cocky and ends up back first on the outside because of it. Tom catches Dace with the save baseball slide then sends him into the ringpost, getting back into gear, with hidden depths to bring to this match. But even after a drop on the floor, Dace still isnt going down at all. Ego BTrip onto the chair and Flesher finally scores, but he's still behind and doesn't get another cover off it straight away. Dace ends up on the outside again and falls foul of a faint to Senton Atomico. Now Flesher is out gunning him big time. But now he gets cocky and Flesher goes diving through the announce table, and it's 9 to 5 against Flesher. DSD gets countered and Flesher goes back to the low blow to make breathing room for himself. Flesher nails a full and proper Burning Hammer, and it's all over at last. Flesher could go the extra mile and had more of the dirty tricks to hold onto his place and take the win. We had similar ideas, but Tom makes the balance and the gap far bigger, making for a far bigger tipping of the scales between the two. Again, I can't complain at all sadly. And now, for our main event of the evening folks. World. Title. Match. Tale of the tape for the two men, just for that finally last little bit of build up for everything. And the huge 13 chimes to singal that the end is here and we're ready for the main event at last. Danny just launches straight into a tidal crush, as sheer waves of elbows are one of the few big weapons we has against Janus and it almost costs him from the get go. Janus just rips right through that though and goes for the chokeslam and it's only the weakshot of his knee that shots that move, but he comes back with a Gore that spots the champion dead. Danny tries to fight back, but Janus drills him with a Rolling Lariat. Danny has to go back to the knee to give himself breathing room as he keeps on nailling Elbow Smashes whenever he can. And then Danny manages to plan his way into the Sleeper, going with one of his other few weapons to jsut send Janus to sleep, but it's not going to happen here and they both spill over to the floor. Janus just pressing Danny back into the ring is sheer show off, as if he needed to be set up as even more of a power house. Again Danny just limpets onto the leg and attacks it, despertly trying to fight back. Danny struggles to keep the giant down on the mat while he works over his leg, trying to build an opening and ends up doing for the figure four in a ditch attempt to score a win. But it's no good and he takes a Chokeslam that almost finishes him off, but it leads straight into a Hell Crush. Only just fighting out, Danny makes a huge effort and nails the giant with a German Suplex. And that, he just unloads elbow smashes, just battering Janus over and over with everything he's got, but it's not enough to finish the monster. The fact Janus can hold Danny at bay, gives him time to recover and nail a Spinal Devision, focusing on his ribs and back again. ADFII, but this is a world title match and it's not over yet. Another frantic run of elbows takes Janus to the outside and almost KOs him. Flying Elbow drop for another near fall. Danny takes Janus down again with his elbow and goes for the Hiza-Jujigatame but Janus grabs the ropes. It should all have been over put it's not. In the end, no matter what waves of attack Danny can bring, Janus is a mountain and the mouantin burries him alive, as the Rage Unleash final ends it and earns Janus the World Title. Huge effort for Janus to pull of the win here. Great match up.

I'm shocked it was close at all. Considering I finshed about at 2AM. the ending was clearly rushed and I ended up reoeating lines are phrashes far to much. It was an ok match, but a lot of my big plans didnt end up happening. I also ment to have Dace crushing Flesher with stike exchanges while the traded off bombs to be something more importanted but that didnt happen either. The plan I ended up following was just Dace superseeding Tom as the better man, following from the promo where Flesher is consered about his remaining life span in the fed and if he can actually win here. I'm not completely unhappy, I showed for the whole series I wrote 3 of the winning matches, just couldnt top it off just as I wanted to.

*Reads Danny's match* Well mate, I'm gonna have to say it was a fair loss. Close as hell, but fair. I think you did push the Hulk Hogan-ing a little to far, but mainly with the finish. As for the beating Danny takes, you have these things in your defence 1) he's actuallty tougher than Janus, stat wise 2) he's the champion 3) it's a PPV 4) It's the ME 5)It's a world title match. Those last 4 always make everyone tougher in wrestling, because they're blow offs and big matches, so more drama is needed. And Janus was just killing Danny, where as Danny was having to break out the big guns for even a two count. I really did like the Rolling Elbow, bounces of the ropes, second Rolling Elobw, big fucker finally starts to go down, spot. And you're certainly up there for making Janus' Rolling Lariat completely evil. Calling him Godzilla in the intros was something so perfect for Janus and that should carry on. Just like Duran when he was gunning for the World Title (recent example) you put Janus over like a mofo. But then I'd have to agree with Zed, some of your "shoot" like comments, while being fun and something you've adapted to, seemed out of place in the match. I think it's the epic, dramatic battle thing, even with the dynamic of The Man and The Destory starts to break down under such strains of difference. Had this been against say myself, or Duran, it probably would have worked better. Man it's hard to split these two matches when I'm close to both guys and share respect for both of them in a big way. But I guess that's something that comes out in a lot of stuff I say about matches.

The huge clock that covers the set for The 13th Hour slowly kicks towards 13 o’clock, now resting at 11 o’clock. Even after a straight hour of action in the Iron Man Match, the fans still aren’t quiet, chants and cheers ringing around The Mark. The SWF sign clique is out in full force, breaking out all the stops for the PPV. Every single match has it’s own huge full colour sign, promoting the match. Hordes of Kibagami, Dace Night and Danny Williams t shirts can be seen. “THIS SHOW IS 13 HOURS LONG!” is a sign that seems to keep finding its way onto camera, along with “RATS WANTED!”. Comet: Welcome back Citizens, to The Thirteenth Hour, live on pay per view! Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley still here at ring side. Riley: But maybe not still awake! Comet, please hold back the jokes in this match, I’ve just say through an hour straight of them with no fluffer breaks. Comet: You get fluffed during the breaks Robert? Riley: How do you think I keep my healthy glow and don’t go insane around you. Comet: Well, what a show we’ve had already tonight. The returning Ced Ordonez faced Ryan Dustin. Jay Dawg returned against his old partner and foe Munich. We had a cage match between Johnny Dangerous and Spike Jenkins for the Cruiserweight Title. A Casino Floor Match for the Tag Team Titles. Riley: Why on a river boat, of all places? And if you people missed this, SHAME on you for not watching every single minute of SWF programming. Comet: A truly shocking match, as Nathaniel Kibagami and Toxxic fought in a Last Man Standing Match. All I can say about the Five Wounds Match is that it was strange. And we’ve just seen the epic Iron Man Match for the USJL Title between Landon Maddix and Alan Clark. Riley: You mean the USJL Triple Crown Comet. You have no respect for someone like Maddix, who worked so hard to gain such an important title. Comet: Well, I don’t see how it’s important to you Robert. It’s not the World Title and Tom Flesher doesn’t hold it. Riley: Well, he’s going to soon, as he’s about to win the number one contendership to the World Title against Dace Night, right now in fact. So be silent Comet. The Smarktron flares up into life, the screen showing full body pictures of Dace Night and Tom Flesher, with a score board under each of the, both reading zero. Funyon sets up into the ring, with his style golden watch showing from the pocket of his tux. Soapdish follows behind him into the ring, ready to referee the contest. Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following one on one contest will be the final of the Best of Five Series of the Number One Contendership to the SWF World Heavyweight Title. The match will be a Canadian Death Match! Rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Funyon: The Canadian Death Match is won by reaching a combined pinfall count of ten or more, with only falls of three or more counting towards the total! Yyyyyaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Funyon: Introducing firstly, from Birmingham England, weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds … ‘HORRORCORE’ DACE… FFFUUUCCCCKKKKKIIIIINNNGGGG! Funyon: NNNNNNNIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH! The PA system rips into life as the opening guitar harmonies from Hero shred through the arena… “Hoping for a vision think of all the dreams that you have lost your actions will resound forever in eternity can anyone listen to your heartrending lament this last time You build castles in the air with an ingratiating smile The road of the solitary traveller psalmodies and elegies that had been heard and forgot in the vale of tears Speak of me now lord of the skies You are the only one who knows Hero in a world of demons The code of honour follows a course When all is said and done Your actions will resound Hoping for a vision think of all the dreams that you have lost your actions will resound forever in eternity can anyone listen to your heartrending lament this last time Speak of me now lord of the skies You are the only one who knows Hero in a world of demons” As the song blasts out, Dace charges down the ramp through the blaze of pyro from the entrance ramp. Standing at the bottom of the ramp, Dace throws the horns up into the air as one last blast sets of a huge flare from the top of the ramp, around the clock tower. Diving under the bottom rope into the ring, Dace leaps to the turnbuckles and throws the horns again, posing to the crowds. DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! Funyon: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Allison Onita, he hails from Buffalo New York and weights in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, this is …’THE SUPERIOR ONE’ TOM FFFFLLLLLEEEEEESSSSHHHHHEEEEERRRRRR! Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooooooooo! A huge blast of blue pyro lights up the entrance ramp and the whole clock tower as the familiar pounding beat of Kashmir kicks into life… “Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveller of both time and space, to be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear Oh, oh. Oh Oh oh Oh Oh, baby Iv been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin' I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin' All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land Trying to find, trying to find where I've been. Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin' through Kashmir. Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear Ohh. When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down... Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there Let me take you there. Let me take you there” Striding down the ramp, smugly side stepping the pendulum, Flesher watches as the machine pyro goes off around him and Allison. Stand at the foot of the ramp, his blue singlet matching her blue suit, Flesher wraps his arms around her and plants a huge kiss on her. FLESHER SUCKS! SHE SUCKS DICK! FLESHER SUCKS! SHE SUCKS DICK! FLESHER SUCKS! SHE SUCKS DICK! FLESHER SUCKS! SHE SUCKS DICK! Riley: Oh that’s just disgraceful. Tom Flesher is coming out here to put on a great show for these people, even with an opponent like Dace Night. He’s even showing his love for his girlfriend and the fans react like that. Damn these scum, it’s a wonder Flesher is even bothering to come here tonight. Comet: Maybe they’ll cheer for Flesher when he does something for them to cheer Robert. Climbing the ring apron, Flesher glares at Dace, slowly setting through the ropes. Rage and anger show in both men’s eyes. Moving towards each other, they stand face to face, almost shoving each other, growling hatred at each other. Soapdish doesn’t even bother to try and force his way between the two, he just steps back and waves his arm for the opening bell. DING, DING, DING! Yyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! FUCK HIM UP DACE! FLESHER SUCKS! FUCK HIM UP DACE! FLESHER SUCKS! FUCK HIM UP DACE! FLESHER SUCKS! FUCK HIM UP DACE! FLESHER SUCKS! FUCK HIM UP DACE! FLESHER SUCKS! FUCK HIM UP DACE! FLESHER SUCKS! Comet: Listen to the energy in this crowd Robert and look at the hatred between these two men. Just like so many other matches on this show, this is going to be a war! Riley: In only the second ever Canadian Deathmatch in the history of the SWF, just think of the honour Tom Flesher will have defeating Dace Night in a match like this! Comet: Actually I think there was a Canadian Deathmatch down in the SJL a while back Robert. Riley: But does anyone ever care about the SJL, no! So be quiet, sit back, grab the popcorn and watch Tom Flesher at work. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The crowd whips itself up into a frenzy as Dace and Flesher simply stand there, glaring at each other. Like two gunslingers from the old west, their fingers slowly clenching, waiting for the quick draw to start. Even with the size he gives up to Dace, The Superior One hasn’t backed down before and he’s not about to start backing down now. Swinging his arm through the air, Flesher kicks the hostilities into life. SLAP! Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Turning his check, the hand print almost glowing, Dace glares at Flesher between firing off a slap of his down. SLAP! Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! SLAP! Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Flesher fires back again, almost knocking Dace sideways with a second slap, even as Night leaves a mark across his face. But Flesher isn’t smiling for long as a huge blow literally knocks him sideways and the sound echoes out around the crowd. SLLLAAAPPP! Wwwwwwoooooooooooooooooooo! Staggering backwards, holding the side of his face, Flesher glares at Night, looking like a wild animal about to rip into a blood rage. Horrorcore just stands there, grinning and waving on the Superior One, just asking him to bring the fight. Stalking forwards, Flesher gets right up into Night’s face and starts jawing at him. Soapdish just stands back and keeps well out of the way. Comet: Look at the intensity between Dace Night and Tom Flesher. It looks like this match is going to be nothing sort of a slug fest. Riley: Don’t you dare say that Comet. The great Tom Flesher is not going to resort to fighting. The man is going to wrestle his way to victory and to a title shot! Throwing his head back in a howl of rage, Flesher unleashes the biggest wave of Palm Strikes yet in the best of five. Hammering home wave after wave of blows into Dace’s face and chest, Flesher drives him back across the ring into the ropes. With Dace up against the ropes, Tom switches attacks and starts to lay down stinging Knife Edge Chops. The Chops make a sound that cracks through the whole arena and leaves huge red marks across Night’s chest. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Grabbing Dace by the wrist, the Superior One launches him across the ring into the other set of ropes. Waiting for just a moment, Flesher charges after him. Throwing his hand through the air, Tom meets Dace in the middle of the ring, with a huge Shotei that knocks Dace from his feet to the mat. Flesher throws up his arms and yells, as Allison leaps to her feet and cheers. But it’s quickly drowned out as the fans burst back into life. Simply rolling through, Dace springs back to his feet and lets out a huge roar, to Tom Flesher’s shock and horror. DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! Comet: Look at that Robert. Those Palm Strikes of Tom Flesher have almost no effect on Dace Night! They’re just not good enough after all these matches. Riley: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me! Dace is just trying to play the hard man, he’ll collapse any second now. Any second! But Dace doesn’t collapse to the mat, instead he launches forwards off his heels and breaks into a spin, sending his elbow sailing through the air and straight for Tom’s head. Franticly ducking, Flesher regains his composure and unleashes another round of Shoteis into the back of Night’s head. Diving forward, Flesher throws all his weight into the back of Night’s legs with a Rear Double Leg Tackle, sending Horrorcore toppling face first into the mat. Out the outside, Allison breaks into her cheerleader routine once again, yelling on for her man. Comet: Well, he mat not be collapse Robert, but Flesher can still take Dace down to the mat. Looks like this match is going to be a full on clash of styles like never before in this series. Struggling to wrap his limbs around Night’s legs, Flesher tries to tie him up and create a few moments of breathing room, but Dace twists over onto his front. Half sitting up, Dace reaches forwards and just punches Flesher in the face. The hail of left and right crosses smacking into the face of the Superior One force him to release his grip. Kicking his legs free, Dace grinds the sole of his boot into Flesher’s face for added measure before climbing back up to his feet. Reaching down and grabbing Tom’s arm, the Hardcore Goth hauls up the former World Champion before drilling him straight back down with a Short Arm Lariat. Holding on, Dace drags Flesher back up and nails him with a second Lariat. Again holding on, Night picks Fleshes back up and launches him across the ring into the ropes. Breaking into a run like a charging bull, Dace crashes into Flesher with a huge Lariat. Yyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Lariat! Three straight Lariats and Dace is trying just to crush the Superior One under a sheer wave off attacks and end this match fast. Riley: So he doesn’t blow up like the unfit brawler he is. He’s not even trying to wrestle Tom Flesher because he wont get lucky this time I tell you Comet. Unlike Dace, Flesher doesn’t spring back to his feet, instead he just lays on the mat, holding his neck as Night drops on top of him. Soapdish dives in and starts up the first count of the match… ……ONE! ……KICKOUT! Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh! DACE: 0 – FLESHER: 0 Comet: But the Superior One kicks out before two. This could be a long match if these two are breaking out all the stops here. Riley: The score is still zero and zero. And if Flesher is pulling out all of his stops, he’ll win this one ten to nothing. Not letting the Superior One get away, Horrorcore grabs him by the hair as he stands up. Keeping Flesher on the mat, Dace slams his knee into Flesher’s face once, twice, three times, snapping his head back. Stepping back a foot or two, Dace swings his head around and kicks Tom full in the face. Switching legs, Night kicks him in the back of the head twice before spinning around and cracking Tom with a Low Roundhouse Kick. Not stopping to make a cover there, Dace pulls Tom back into a sitting position before backing into the ropes. Springing forwards, Night barrels into the Superior One and snaps his head back with a huge Running Knee Strike. SMACK! Rrrrrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Dropping his weight across Flesher’s body, the Hardcore Goth cradles up one of his legs to make another cover. ……ONE! ……TWO! …KICKOUT! Bbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooo! Comet: Night breaking out those very rare kicks, trying to wear Tom down for the pin. Riley: Dace just used Ejiro Fasaki’s running knee strike. How dare he do something like that! Comet: Well, against Tom Flesher, it makes sense to try and follows the tactics of men that defeat him. Sitting back on his heels as the Superior One kicks out, Dace half grins as he feels the rushing sound of blood pumping in his ears. Slightly dazed as he sits up, Tom tries to set his head straight, even as he feels himself being lifted back to his feet. Throwing out a Palm Strike, Flesher tries to fight Dace off, but Night swats it away and drills his knee into Tom’s mid section, doubling him over. Locking his arms around Tom’s mid section in a Waistlock, Night drives his knee into Flesher’s gut a few more times before lifting him up and slamming him back into the mat with a Gutwrench Suplex. Keeping the Waistlock clamped on, Dace back rolls to his feet and carrying Flesher with him, hauls the Superior One up from the mat and back down with a second Gutwrench Suplex. Floating over, Dace makes another cover as Soapdish leaps in to count the third straight fall. ……ONE! ……TWO! KICKOUT! Bbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooo! LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO! LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO! Comet: Two Gutwrench Suplexes from Horrorcore, but it’s still not enough to get him off the starting block. Riley: Nothing’s going to get him off the starting block. You think something like that is going to put the Superior One down for a three count or more. Dream on Comet. Scrambling back up to his feet, Dace breaks straight back into another attack on Tom Flesher, as the Superior One desperately grabs to the ropes to haul himself up. Cracking his forearm into Tom’s head, Night clamps down a Front Facelock and drags Tom away from the ropes. Grabbing a handful of Flesher’s singlet, Dace looks for a Suplex, but Flesher has head enough and really starts to fight. Swinging his arm out, Flesher blatantly low blows Horrorcore… Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooo! …Soapdish just stands there, waving his arms at the fact he can’t do anything about it. Grabbing Night’s arm, Flesher drags him down to the mat and scissors the arm between his legs. Rolling over and hooking his arm through Night’s legs, Flesher twists over into a La Majistral Cradle. Suddenly finding his shoulders pinned to the mat, Dace franticly kicks his legs, trying to throw Flesher’s weight off to escape the hold. Soapdish jumps in and starts the fall. ……ONE! ……TWO! ……TH-KICKOUT! Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: What a blatant low blow from Tom Flesher. But that cradle almost scored him the first points of the match. And in a match like this, it’s only the score that really counts. Riley: You know it Comet, all money is legal. Dace can only be lucky so much before Flesher just ties him up like a pretzel and pins his ass. Almost shooting back to is feet, Flesher can’t get up fast enough as Dace rolls up right after him. Grabbing Night’s wrist, Tom hops his hips and sends Horrorcore flying across the ring. Switches tactics from the Palm Strike, Flesher sticks his knee out and rams it into Night’s gut, sending him flipping into the mat. Throwing himself into the ropes, Tom comes charging back as Dace sits up, clutching at his gut. Shooting his foot out, Flesher drills it into Horrorcore’s face, knocking him back down into the mat. Quickly flipping Dace onto his feet, moving him more to the middle of the ring, Flesher straddles his back. Hooking Night’s arms over his legs, Tom looks like he’s about to sit back into a Camel Clutch to wear his foe down. But Tom surprises almost everyone when he leans forwards, onto his hands and knees, flipping Dace over his neck and pinning his shoulder down to the mat with a Gedo Clutch… ……ONE! ……TWO! ……THHRR-KICKOUT! Yyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Flesher is breaking out everything to hit Dace with, even the kitchen sink! And that Gedo Clutch that we haven’t seen from him in ages! Riley: You see that Comet, there’s no way Dace is going to get way with out wrestling Flesher no. He’s full of rage and no focused. I think someone must have been playing Emo music backstage. Shooting straight back to his feet, Flesher catches Night before he can get back up and kicks him in the head before pulling him up. Driving a knee into Horrorcore’s ribs, the Superior One clamps on a Front Facelock, looking to break out the Cement Series but Dace breaks out with another counter. Rather than trying to fight his way out or leg tackle out, Night wraps his arms around Tom and drives him backwards, straight into the turnbuckles, crushing him in the corner. Still keeping his arms wrapped around Tom, Dace digs his heels into the mat and arches his back, taking Flesher over with a Northern Lights suplex and holding on for the bridge. Soapdish starts the count as the Superior One wildly kicks his legs, trying to break free… ……ONE! ……TWO! ……THREE! Yyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ……FOU-KICKOUT! Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE: 3 – FLESHER: 0 Comet: Night just got the first score of the match! Three count from that Northern Lights Suplex. What where you saying about quick roll ups Robert? Riley: What the hell? That was a fast count damn it. Still, the match isn’t over yet. Flesher has a lot of ass he’s about to start pounding. On the outside, Allison yells in rage at the referee as Flesher scrambles back to his feet. Dace tries to roll out under the ropes for a breather after his first score, but the Superior One grabs him by the ankle and hauls him into the middle of the ring. Wrenching Dace up to his feet, Flesher smacks a Palm Strike into the back of his neck, more to let out range than do any damage. Locking his arms in a Rear Waistlock, Tom snaps backwards, taking Night through the air and dumping him on his shoulders for another fast cover… WHAM! ……ONE! ……TWO! KICKOUT! Rrrrrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Surging forwards as his shoulders roll off the mat, Dace tries to break free of Fleshers hold to make room but Flesher holds on fast, like a mad dog. Making a tangled climb to their feet, the two men don’t stay there long as Flesher swings around into a front hold and pops his hips, sending Dace over with a Railgun Suplex, almost sending him crashing into the turnbuckles. Racing back to his feet, Tom drags Dace fully into the corner and starts to rain in a hail of stomps onto Horrorcore’s face. Letting out a cry of rage, the Superior One races across the ring into the ropes. Coming flying back at full speed, Tom sticks his boot out to drive it into Horrorcore’s face… SMACK! Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Dace blocked the boot scrape! Kicking Night’s forearms away from his face, Flesher rains in another flurry of stomps, trying to kick Dace’s teeth down his throat. Hitting the ropes again, Flesher comes charging back and this time drills his boot into Dace’s face. Backing up again, Flesher drills in a second Boot Scrape and the he repeats it for a third one. A bruise is starting to from of Night’s face as Flesher drags him away from the corner and the ropes. Jumping into the air, Flesher brings both his feet down with a Double Stomp onto Dace’s head. Allison leaps up and down, cheering on Tom Flesher as the rest of the arena pours down it’s hatred. SMACK! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! Riley: It didn’t look it twice Comet. No one blocks entry from Tom Flesher. And now he’s really going to work. Good job Dace is a fugly sod to start with. Grabbing both of Horrorcore’s legs, the Superior One doubles them back over his body and drops his weight across Dace’s shoulder to make yet another cover on him… ……ONE! ……TWO! KICKOUT! Yyyyyyyaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: The score is still three and nothing to Dace Night. It should be noted that Tom Flesher has not pinned Dace in this series. He’s made him tap, but that doesn’t count in that match. Riley: So what if Flesher hasn’t pinned him yet in the series. He’s pinned Dace before and beaten him before. This time is no different Comet. Sitting back on his hunches from the kick out, Flesher just scowls as he stands back up. Dace tries to quickly roll up but Tom boots him in the back of the head before kicking him in the face, letting out more frustration. Kneeling down, Flesher loops his arms around Night’s neck into a Front Facelock, twisted his body away from Dace’s reach as he does. Very slowly and carefully standing up, Flesher back peddles, forcing Dace to trail along with him in the Facelock. Checking where he is in the ring, Tom ducks his body and in a flash stands up, dragging Night across his shoulders into a Fireman’s Carry. Twisting and dropping to his feet, Flesher drops Dace on his neck with a DVD. WHAM! Bbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooo! Leaving Dace flat on the mat, with his feet point towards the turnbuckles, Flesher leaps up and jumps to Dace’s feet. The Superior One reaches down and wraps his arms around Night’s legs. Leaning backwards, Flesher falls to the mat and sends Dace flying through the air, crashing face first into the turnbuckles. As Dace flops backwards into the mat, where he came from, Tom grabs his legs and drives forwards, flipping over and making bridge and a cover. ……ONE! ……TWO! ……THREE! Bbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooo! ……FOU-KICKOUT! Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! DACE: 3 – FLESHER: 3 Comet: Tom Flesher evens up the score, thee counts a piece. Now it’s a race to get a real lead in this match. Or even to finish it off right now. Riley: What a comb from the Superior One. DVD, slingshot into the buckles and a roll up. That’s that sort of start wrestling that wins a match like this. Comet: I have to say you’re very right Robert. And you have to wonder, who much more than a three count will the finishes of these two men be, if they can even hit them. Pumping his fist in the air for a moment as he sits on the mat, Flesher looks out through the ropes as smiles at the cheering Allison Onita as he stands up. Night rolls onto his front and slams his fists into the mat in frustration. Leaping forwards, Flesher drills his foot into the back of Night’s head, slamming his face into the mat. Encircling Dace in a Rear Waistlock, Flesher pushes against the mat, dragging Dace backwards for the corner before hauling him all the way up. Ducking low, Flesher tries to snap backwards and send Night crashing into the mat with a Backdrop Driver… CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! …Wildly swinging his elbow backwards into the Superior One’s head, Horrorcore fights his way free. Forced to set Dace back onto his feet, Flesher shoves him off into the ropes, giving himself breathing space. Desperately having a duck a Lariat from the returning Night, Tom spins around and dives forwards, catching Dace in the side of the leg with a Tackle, sending him sprawling down to the mat. Latching onto Dace’s arm, Flesher shoots back up and drags Dace back up, pulling his arm through his legs and wrapping his arm around Night’s throat from the Logical Disconnect. Again wildly swinging his elbow, Dace drives it into Flesher’s head again, nailing the Superior One over and over, shaking him off. Comet: Backdrop Driver and the Exploder Ninety Eight both countered by those pounding Elbow Smashes from Dace Night. They’re working far better for him than Flesher’s Palm Strikes are. Riley: Comet, we’ll have to talk about pounding Tom Flesher thank you. My poor ears can’t take it. Measuring Flesher up, Horrorcore leans back and smacks him in the face with a full Elbow Smash. Leaning back, Dace does it again, but hooking his arms around Tom’s waist and lifting him up into the air. Dropping to one knee, Dace drops Tom, tailbone first across his knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop. As the Superior One stumbles back, clutching at his lower regions, Dace swigs his leg up and plants a kick into Flesher’s chest. A second kick rings out across the arena as Night grabs Flesher’s head and brings it down, straight onto his knee. Slamming his knee repeatedly into Tom’s face, Dace snaps his head back over and over before reaching down and scooping up the smaller man. Holding the former World Champ across his chest, Dace arches backwards and throws Flesher overhead, into the mat with a Blockbuster Suplex. BAM! Yyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Darting over to Tom Flesher’s prone form, Night grabs him by the head again and opens up with another round of kicks to the head, drilling them into the Superior One’s skull. Slowly wrenching Tom up to a vertical base, Horrorcore breaks up into a full crushing wave of attack… CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! …Blasting Flesher with elbow after elbow after elbow, Dace has to hold onto Flesher to keep him from toppling over to the mat. Backing up, Dace leaves Tom wobbling on spaghetti legs, letting out a huge yell, Dace comes crashing forwards like a land slide, twisting on his heel and sending his elbow driving hard into Flesher’s skull… CCCCCRRRRAAAAKKKKKKKK! Rrrrrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Rrrroooooollllliiiiinnnngggg Eeeeellllbbbooooowwww! Riley: He’ll kick out, he’ll kick out damn it! It hasn’t beaten Flesher yet, it wont star to beat him now! Not even trying to pin Flesher yet, Dace wrenches him back up once again, into a Standing Headscissors. Slipping his arms under Flesher’s shoulders into a Double Underhook, Night grits his teeth as he drags back on Flesher’s weight. Flipping the Superior One into the air, Dace brings him all the way up onto his shoulders before driving forwards and almost sending Tom through the mat with a massive Tiger Driver into Powerbomb… BOOM! Yyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! Comet: Tiger Driver, turned into a full Powerbomb! Dace Night channelling his old mentor Danny Williams once again. He’s really trying to crusher Flesher with sheer power to beat him! Riley: But Danny Williams could never beat Tom Flesher and what makes you think any of his poxy moves will do either Comet. Leaning all his weight forwards onto Tom’s shoulders, Horrorcore presses down as hard as he can, trying to make sure he gets every last bit out of the pinfall as Soapdish leaps in to make the count… ……ONE! ……TWO! ……THREE! Yyyyyyyyyaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! ……FOUR! Yyyyyyaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! ……F-KICKOUT! Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! DACE: 7 – FLESHER: 3 DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! Comet: Dace Night takes the lead with that huge four count. Flesher is now trailing badly. Unless he pulls it out now, his chance of a title shot is gone! Riley: How is this happening? Someone must have drugged Flesher before that match. You fools, you drug him at the clubs for that sort of things…hmmm saying that… Climbing back to his feet, Horrorcore draws his hand across his through, signalling it’s over. Only needing a three count to defeat the Superior One, win the series and gain a shot at the World Title, Dace pounds his foot into the mat, wiping the fans up into a new frenzy. Clutching at his neck on the mat, Flesher slowly shakes his head, hardly able to stand as it is. Shoving himself up from the mat, Tom can hardly hear Allison’s warning screams as Dace stands behind him, ready to strike. Slowly and groggily turning around, Flesher finds a boot driven into his gut, doubling him over. Snapping his arms forwards, Dace locks on an Double Underhook, looking to finish of the Superior One. Feeling Horrorcore’s grip close around his arms, Tom drops to his knees, sandbagging for all he’s worth to try and save himself. Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh! Wrenching backwards with all his might, Dace tries to simply dead lift Flesher up from his knees and into the air. Wriggling his arms like they’re a pair of snakes, Tom tries to slip free of Night’s grasp and scramble to safety but the hold is to tight. In frantic mood, Flesher rocks backwards and shoots his legs our, wrapping them around Night’s leg, attaching himself like a limpet. Unable to prise Flesher way from his leg, Dace releases the Underhook and punches the Superior One in the back of the head… BAM! Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Clutching at his balls, Dace slumps forwards as Tom unwinds himself and slowly stands back to his feet. Quickly grabbing Night’s arm and yanking it through his own leg, Tom wraps his arm around Dace’s throat and throws his weight backwards. Horrorcore goes flying through the air and comes crashes down on it neck in the middle of the ring as Flesher lands a Sheer Drop Wrist Crunch Exploder. Soapdish stands over both men, checking their connection as they lay sprawled out on the mat. FUCK YOU FLESHER! FUCK YOU FLESHER! FUCK YOU FLESHER! FUCK YOU FLESHER! Comet: Low Blow! Flesher is almost desperate to try and regain ground in this match. Riley: So he’s working like a true ring general, so what. It’s the Logical Disconnect that did the damage. GET THE FUCK UP! GET THE FUCK UP! GET THE FUCK UP! GET THE FUCK UP! GET THE FUCK UP! The arena creates it’s own private storm as they two men lay on their backs staring up at the lights. Slowly clenching their fists, Dace and Flesher start to strain, starting to roll their bodies over, trying to stumble back up to their feet. Shoving up from his hands and knees, Tom unsteadily gets to his feet, to the cheers and yells of Allison Onita. Grabbing Night by the scruff of the neck before he can fully stand up, Tom dives for the nearest turnbuckle and drills Night headfirst into it. Stepping backwards, sucking down this breath for a moment, Flesher charges forwards again and almost drives his foot straight through the back of Dace Night’s head. CRUNCH! Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Yyyyaaaaakkkkuuuuzzzzaaaaaa Kkkkkkkiiiiiicccckkkkkk! Riley: Now that’s the dominating Tom Flesher I love to see, in and out of the ring. Keep it up Tom. Trying to keep himself firing on all cylinders to keep hold an advantage, Flesher almost throws Night out of the corner, whipping him across the ring onto the opposite turnbuckles. Racing across the ring, Flesher doesn’t even pause, not wanting to get caught with a defensive elbow. Getting lucky, Tom finds no opposition as he drives his knee deep into Night’s gut, sending all the air rushing out of his lungs. Moving backwards to watch Dace collapse in the corner holding his gut, Flesher backs up along the ropes, waving his arm and yelling insults to the fans. Letting out an almost bellowing battle cry as he charges, the Superior One races down the side of the at break neck speed, throwing his boot as and connecting with Horrorcore’s jaw. CCCCRRRAAAACCCCCKKKKKK! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Comet: Oh. My. God! Tom Flesher just literally kicked Dace Night’s teeth down his throat this that Running Boot Scrape! Riley: Fear the f’n’ Boot Scrape Comet! Stepping backwards form the corner, Flesher wipes the blood from the bottom of his boot. The camera zooms in to show the blood pouring form the side of Night’s mouth, and the visible gap where at least two of his teeth have been knocked out. Even Ms. Onita has her hands over her face in shock. Dragging Dace by the leg, away from the ropes, Flesher pounces on the injured Horrorcore and makes the fastest cover he can, taking full advantage. ……ONE! ……TWO! ……THREE-NNNOOOOOOOO! Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Dace Night still kicks out! Is nothing going to put this man down that isn’t a roll up? Riley: He’s been digging into Silent’s stash clearly. What a cheater! Looking down in disbelief, even as blood from Night’s mouth covers his singlet. Shouting in rage and furry at Soapdish as he struggles back up to his feet, Flesher pulls the bleeding Night to his feet and shoves him back into the turnbuckles. Taking a few steps run up, Tom drills a Palm Strike into Dace’s jaw, snapping his head backwards. Ducking through the ropes, Flesher climbs to the top turnbuckle, standing behind the dazed Dace. Taking a handful of spiky black hair, Tom presses his knee into the back of Dace’s head. Leaping forwards, the Superior One flies through the air and drops towards the mat, driving Night down face first. BAM! Bbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Comet: Ego Trip! Flesher’s rarely used finisher and he just used it to plant Dace right on his face! Riley: What a smart move, he just busted Night’s mouth and now he’s following it up, this could be all! Quickly hauling Night clear of the ropes and flipping him onto his back, Flesher grabs both of Horrorcore’s legs and rolls backwards into a over, leaning all his weight across Night’s shoulders… ……ONE! ……TWO! ……THREE! Bbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooo! ……FOUR-NOOOOOOO! DACE: 7 – FLESHER: 6 LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE! LET’S GO DACE! Comet: But even after the Ego Trip, the Superior One can only manage a three count on Dace. Dace still has a one count lead on Flesher. What is it going to take to win this match. Riley: One little Ego Buster Comet, that’s all its going to take. Dace is in no condition to fight back now. Slamming his fists into the ring canvas, Flesher can barely control his rage at not ending the match with that move. Looking over his shoulder, Flesher can see Dace isn’t even able to hold his injured face. Diving back across Dace’s body, Flesher hooks a leg and an arm, almost kneeling on Night’s chest to make a cover, trying to milk the damage for all it’s worth… ……ONE! ……TWO! ……THR-KICKOUT! Yyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Dace kicks out again! He just wont stay down for anything Flesher can throw at him! Rolling over once gain, the Superior One unloads a wave of Palm Strikes into Night’s jaw, just to let out his rage as he moves back to his feet slowly, bringing Dace up with him. Raining in Shotei after Shotei just to add insult to injury, Flesher snaps his arms forwards and clamps his arms shut in a Waistlock. Letting out another cry, Tom tries to snap Dace head first into the mat with a deadly Ego Buster. Taking a page from Flesher’s game plan, Dace shoots his arms and legs out, grapevining them around Tom’s legs like and child and holding himself fast. Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Snarling in rage, the Superior One starts to slam forearms into the side of Horrorcore’s jaw, trying to shake him off like an annoying nat. Shuffling on one leg almost, having to carry eighteen stone extra with him, Flesher reaches over and wraps his fingers around the rope, pointing the fact out to Soapdish. Looking over, Soapdish grabs Dace buy the shoulder, ordering the break. Giving up his limpet like hold, Dace rolls away, trying to bail out and protect himself and the remains of his teeth. Having none of that, not letting Dace get anymore of a breath, Tom pounces forwards and grabs Dace by the ankle, dragging him backwards away from the ropes. Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooo! Comet: Tom Flesher is battling to keep Dace in his grasp and keep hold of his chance to win. Riley: Of course he is, because the man is a true champion Comet. Just look at him, he’s about to break out another ass pounding on Dace! Wildly kicking backwards with his free leg, Night slams his boot into Flesher’s mouth. Rolling over onto his feet, Dace throws his foot out again and kicks Tom a second time, this time showing him backwards. Surging back to his feet, with blood still pouring from the side of his mouth, Dace cracks a forearm into Flesher’s had as he tries to charge back. Clamping on a Front Facelock, Night grabs a handful of blue singlet and wrenches the Superior One all the way up into the air. Letting the blood brain from Flesher’s feet down to his head, Horrorcore keeps him up in the air for second after second before throwing his legs out and dropping back, spike Tom on his neck with a Sheer Drop Brainbuster. Floating over into a cover, Dace grabs a leg and sinks into the cover, trying to keep his fire burning as Soapdish drops down for the count. ……ONE! ……TWO! ……T-KICKOUT! Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Comet: Sheer Drop Brainbuster on Flesher! That was so close, all it needs from Dace is one three count for this all to be over. Riley: But remember it’s not much more for a four count that will give Tom Flesher the victory as well. Don’t forget that one spandex Boy. And Flesher still has lots more weapons to use in this match. Twisting over on the match, Dace flips Tom over with him, leaving the Superior One face down on that mat. Snaking his arms around and locking them around Flesher’s neck and under his arm, Dace clamps his hands together. Digging back into the mat, Dace slowly leans back, standing up and dragging Flesher up inch by inch, dead lifting his weight, even as the Superior One struggles against Horrorcore’s power. Getting back to a vertical base, Dace still has his grip on Flesher’s neck, despite his struggles. Arching his back, Dace throws Flesher overhead… Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! But just life the UWF-I match, Flesher reaches back and hooks his arm around Dace’s neck, twisting his body around and collapsing on top of him with a Lateral Press. But rather than holding on for the pin, Flesher rolls over again and kneels behind Horrorcore. Lifting Night up into a sitting position, Tom grabs Dace arm and bars it as well as locking an around this throat. Reaching around and placing his leg between Night’s, Flesher pulls back, locking on the Stretch Plum. Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooooooo! Comet: Hail Without Bail! Flesher just locked on Judge Mental’s Stretch Plum and he’s trying to choke Dace out! Riley: What a smart move, if Dace is using Ejiro’s moves, then Tom can uses Judge’s. Comet: And of course, I think Flesher knows that not even Dace Night can kick out if he’s out old! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! DACE! Dancing around like a high school cheerleader, Allison Onita leaps about at ringside, cheering on her man. Wrenching back, Flesher twists to side to side, drawing out every bit of pressure on Night’s body, as he keeps his arm fully clamped across Dace’s throat. Struggling and straining, Dace bucks his body wildly, trying to claw away at the Superior One’s grasp to break free. Leaning back all he can, Flesher just lets out a yell as he keeps snapping from side to side, jerking on Night’s injured body. Soapdish can only stand back and watch as Horrorcore’s face slowly turns purple under the strain. Horrorcore tries to grab his body and Flesher’s towards the ropes but just can’t manage it from a stead position. Even with the chants of the crowd ringing in his ears, Dace slowly goes limp in the clutches of the Superior One. Releasing his grip, Tom watches Dace limply fall to the mat before diving on for another cover. ……ONE! ……TWO! ……THREE! Bbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooo! ……FOU-KICKOUT! Yyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! DACE: 7 – FLESHER: 9 Riley: Oh so close! All it takes it one more little fall and this will all be over! Comet: I don’t think Dace was even awake when he just kicked out. He’s running on instinct here! These two have brought it all in this Canadian Deathmatch. Riley: It’s just brutality Comet. These two are just through everything they can at each other. Dace has already been made even ugly thanks to Tom Flesher. Thank you Tom, you’re my hero! Tiring of constant kick outs, Flesher has had enough and points up to the top rope, drawing a finger across his throat. Rolling back to his feet, the former World Champ grabs the Hardcore Goth and almost pulls him into a Fireman’s Carry to drag him over into the turnbuckles. Grabbing a handful of Night’s tights, Flesher half Suplexes him up before dropping Dace on the top turnbuckle. Climbing the ropes, Flesher stands half on the second rope and half on the top rope, the Superior One clamps on a Front Facelock. Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! FLESHER SUCKS! Comet: He’s going for the Boilermaker! If he hits this, it’s going to be over! There is no way Dace Night can survive the Boilermaker after a match like this! Riley: I know and it’s bloody wonderful isn’t it! Dace Night is going to get his just desserts after all of this best of five series! I can’t wait! Reaching down, Dace grabs hold of the top ropes for dear life, squeezing his hands shut as Tom tries to lifts him up into the air. Straining backwards, Flesher tries to break Night’s grip and haul him upwards but he’s just not strong enough to manage it. Locking his legs around the turnbuckle bolts, Dace releases his grip and gives Flesher a huge shove in his chest. Crashing off the top rope back to the floor, Flesher half rolls over and clutches at his back as Dace slowly unhooks himself from the turnbuckles. Slowly steeping down onto the mat, Dace holds his head as the Superior One crawls across the ring slowly shoves his back up to his feet. Comet: Dace blocked the Boilermaker! What’s left for these men to try to end this match with? Riley: Whatever’s left, it’ll be something that Tom Flesher’s nailing, I can tell you that. Falling back on the only thing he can use, Flesher sends his body surging forwards like the last attack of a dying warrior. Palm Strikes go flying through the air, cracking again Night’s skull but fail to even more Horrorcore’s head. Shooting his arm up, Dace drills home an Elbow Smash that just rips through Flesher’s defences like a chainsaw for through paper. The another Elbow Smash and another snaps the Superior One’s head back, before he slumps forwards, almost half heartedly trying to make a Double Leg Takedown. Reaching down, Dace wraps his arms around Flesher’s mid section and hauls him up across his shoulder. Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Riley: He’s not going to. You’ve got to be kidding me. Dace can’t do that!# Allison Onita just steps away from the ring apron and holds her hands over her mouth as Horrorcore holds Tom across his shoulder. Still struggling like an animal in it’s death throws, Tom tries to send last, desperate, Palm Strikes into Dace’s jaw, but Night just locks his arms even tighter, cracking Flesher’s spine across his shoulder. Twisting around to face the fans, Dace pauses for a second longer, a now gap tooth grin showing, before bringing his arms drown and sending Tom Flesher down. Plummeting down, down, down form Dace Night’s shoulder, the Superior One goes crashing head first, completely vertical into the mat. CCCCCRRRRUUUUUNNNNNNNCCCCCCCHHHHHHH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Comet: DARK STAR DRIVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! Yyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! DACE: 10 – FLESHER: 9 DING! DING! DING! Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and Number One Contender to the SWF World Heavyweight Championship … DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! Collapsing backwards onto his BUTT, as just sits there, slightly holding his head and holds the horns up to the fans, listening to their roar as Hero rips out around the crowd. Allison just stands on the outside, frozen in shock as Flesher lays completely unmoving on the mat, almost unbreathing. Comet: Dace Night does it! He defeats Tom Flesher in the Canadian Death Match and takes the Best of Five, three matches to two! Now he’s got a shot at the World Championship. Riley: How could this happen! How, how, how?! Comet: I don’t think the Superior One is so superior anymore Robery. Wobbling as he stands up, Dace stumbles towards the turnbuckles and climbs up, throw his arms out to the cheering fans, soaking up their cheers, flashing a gap toothed grin, hold the horns high in the air. Comet: But I don’t think Dace will have long to celebrate. He’ll be watching the World Title match to see who he has to face for that belt. Riley: I hope Janus wins. So he’ll have crushed Danny Williams then he’ll crush Dace Night like over ripe fruit. With Dace standing on the turnbuckles, bleeding, grinning and victorious, Flesher out cold on the mat, unmoving, defeated, the camera fades out…

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