TheBostonStrangler

Damn tiebreakers. Well, here's the match. The Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky is still buzzing from the excitement of the final matchup of the SWF World Title tournament between Judge Mental and Michael Craven as SWF Storm returns from its final commercial break. A sign is prominently displayed, reading “I knew that ___________ would win!” on the SmarkTron as the team of Bobby Riley and Cyclone Comet return to the airwaves. “Welcome back, loyal viewers! Alongside Robert Riley, I am CYCLOOOOOOOOOOOONE COMET! Tonight’s transpirings have been tremendously competitive, and our most valuable contest is not yet underway!” “Damn straight, Comet” snaps Riley. “We got our second half of the main event tonight, where the Boston Strangler FINALLY completes the cycle and returns the belt to where it belongs: around the waist of the Superior One, Tom Flesher.” Riley’s grin stretches from ear to ear as Comet looks over, slightly puzzled. “But Robert, Citizen Strangler has been a shining beacon of light in this, the dark days of our federation. I have faith that good shall triumph once again.” Riley scoffs at the notion: “Just watch, Comet. Flesher’s gonna become a two-time SWF Champion, and then our Genesis main event will actually be worth watching!” “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! This match is scheduled as an I QUIT MATCH! To win, one man must force the other to say “I Quit!” into a microphone so that the audience may hear! And, introducing the challenger…” As Funyon trails off, “Kashmir” explodes over the arena, signaling the arrival of the Superior One himself. The crowd, with the exception of Riley, is less than pleased by Flesher’s arrival. As the crowd boos mercilessly, a massive round of blue pyro goes off, temporarily silencing the rest of the arena. As the boos replace the noise from the pyro, Tom Flesher comes confidently striding through the smoke to the top of the entrance ramp. Flesher briskly walks down the ramp, with “Kashmir” blaring throughout the arena. Tom makes it to the bottom, and slides into the ring. He hops up to his feet and looks around the ring, bobbing his head in time to the music. A round of blue and white pyro explodes from each corner of the ring as Tom poses in the middle of the ring, pantomiming putting the SWF Title around his waist. He then turns and hands an index card to Funyon. “This is the best part, Comet! It’s the Index Card of Superiority!” giggles Riley, like a small Japanese schoolgirl. “Citizen Riley, at times, you disgust me” snaps Comet. “Tonight, the Superior One has traveled great lengths, and even graced the podunk hick town of Lexington, Kentucky with his presence to regain his SWF Title. Tonight, he plans on proving once, and for all, that the SWF Title is his personal plaything, and that any pretenders to the throne, whether tonight, at Genesis, or beyond, may as well go play in the middle of the highway! Tonight, Tom Flesher will force Strangler to quit this match, and prove beyond a shadow of a doubt why he is called the SUPERIOR ONE, TOM FLESSSSSSSSSSSSHER!” Flesher nods as Funyon throws the card to the ground in disgust. “Thomas has an ego larger than George Steinbrenner and Al Davis put together!” mutters Comet in astonishment as Flesher walks into the corner and rests against the turnbuckle, looking on nonchalantly. “He looks calm, Comet” remarks Riley. “The mark of a true champion!” “Kashmir” dies down, and the crowd starts to buzz, anticipating the arrival of the champion. “Godzilla” finally kicks up, and Rupp Arena explodes into cheers as “STRANGLER” flashes up on the SmarkTron in big, shining white letters. Finally, the song kicks up, and a wave of white pyro explodes up from the stage, signaling the arrival of Strangler. The champion comes walking through the wall of pyro, with the SWF World Title belt clutched tightly around his shoulder. Strangler looks around the arena with a forceful, confident look on his face, watching the fans clad in Tom Flesher and Boston Strangler shirts cheering. Strangler pauses longer than usual, watching the fans, then heads towards the ring, breaking away from the crowd reactions. “And now, introducing the CHAMPION! From Boston, Massachusetts, he weighs in at 303 pounds! He is the BOSTON….STRRRRRRRRRRRRANGLER!” Strangler reaches the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring, locking eyes with Tom Flesher. They exchange knowing looks for a moment, with a surprising lack of enmity, then break the look as Strangler walks to the nearest turnbuckle and poses with the SWF World Heavyweight Title. Flashbulbs explode throughout the arena, and Strangler basks in their glow for a few seconds before hopping off backwards, and handing the title, slightly reluctantly, to Mark Hebner. Hebner hands the belt to an attendant at ringside, and turns to face the two men, who have meandered their way into the center of the ring. Hebner begins to lecture the two about the rules of the match while the crowd continues to buzz, on edge for the World Title match. “The crowd is really into this one, Comet, but the two wrestlers seem very laid-back, which is odd, considering the brutality we’re going to be seeing in just a moment” remarks Riley. “This, my friend, is the calm before the storm” mutters Comet as Hebner looks at both men, nods and calls for the bell, starting the match. DING DING DING! Strangler and Flesher immediately lash out and drill each other with hard shots: Flesher with his shotei, Strangler with a big closed-fist across the jaw. Both men go stumbling back, then charge forward. Flesher looks for another shotei, but Strangler lowers his shoulder and simply plows into Flesher with all his 300+ pounds behind him. Strangler drives Flesher back towards the ropes as Flesher tries to stem the tide. Flesher and Strangler bounce off the ropes, and Flesher uses the change in momentum to push Strangler off him. Strangler stops on a dime and charges once again, but Flesher sidesteps the shoulder charge and delivers a hard kick to the back of the leg. Strangler staggers, then whirls around again to be met with a sharp shotei to the chin. Strangler tries to shrug off the blow, but Flesher follows up with a left shotei, followed by a third. The crack from the third shot echoes throughout the arena, and Strangler falls back a step or two, rubbing his jaw and cursing under his breath. “An impressive start by Citizen Flesher, although Thomas will have much work to do to bring down the champion here tonight.” Comet’s remarks go unnoticed by Riley as Flesher grabs Strangler by the forearm and whips him towards the ropes. Strangler plants himself and reverses the whip, sending Flesher flying across the ring. Flesher bounces off the ropes, and runs right into a big boot by Strangler, knocking Flesher flat on his back to the canvas. Flesher starts to roll off to the side, but Strangler drops an elbow across Flesher’s exposed chest, keeping him in the middle of the ring. Strangler starts to pull himself up, and grabs Flesher by the shoulder straps on his singlet to pull him up as well. Strangler reaches back and cracks Flesher square in the jaw with a hard right cross, sending Flesher’s head snapping back. Strangler lifts up and delivers a hard knee to the stomach, doubling Flesher over. “An impressive display by Strangler indeed!” remarks Comet as Riley looks on with concern as Strangler delivers a hard elbow to the back of Flesher’s skull, dropping him to the canvas. “This is still just the beginning, Comet. I get the feeling Strangler is gonna get as good as he gives in this one.” Strangler tries to repeat his earlier strategy and drop an elbow across Flesher’s chest, but Tom is quicker this time, and rolls out of the way. Strangler reaches over to grab ahold of Tom, but Flesher again proves to be too quick and rolls out of the ring entirely to the outside, in order to regroup. Tom takes a deep breath or two, then hops back up onto the apron. Strangler is back on his feet, and charges forward, but Flesher sidesteps, then throws yet another shotei at Strangler’s exposed right kidney. Strangler takes a step backwards, allowing Flesher to lash out and drill Strangler through the ropes with a hard kick to the gut. Strangler backs away, holding his stomach, giving Flesher time to re-enter the ring. “Flesher’s using his speed, which has never been his strong suit, to give Strangler some fits here. Flesher is really showing how his experience with Strangler in the ring can come in handy.” Riley’s comments seem to ring even truer as Strangler tosses a sloppy right hand out at Tom, which Flesher easily avoids. Tom hits Strangler with a forearm to the chest, then grabs ahold of Strangler’s arm and goes for the Irish whip again. This time, Strangler cannot reverse it, and the big man goes stumbling across the ring, and bounces off the ropes. Strangler picks up speed as he goes flying across the ring, then comes to a dead stop as Flesher grabs ahold of him. Flesher wastes no time and uses Strangler’s momentum to send him flying overhead with a railgun suplex. “A stupendous show of strength by Citizen Flesher!” cries Comet. Strangler goes crashing to the canvas, and rolls underneath the nearby ropes to the outside, breaking the action once again. The crowd is somewhat quiet as they take the match in, surprised by the fast pace early. Strangler looks up and sees Tom Flesher climbing underneath the top rope to the apron. Flesher sets one foot on the apron, but Strangler reaches up and grabs ahold of the other, dragging Flesher down off the apron. Flesher’s chin connects hard with the ring apron, which draws a big “OOOOOOOOOOH!” from the crowd, surprised by the force of the blow. Strangler follows up with a big clothesline, taking a wobbly Flesher down to the ground. Strangler looks around, then sets his eyes on the crowd barrier. Strangler goes over and rips the padding off the top of the crowd barrier as the front row fans cheer Strangler on and pat him on the back. Strangler finally rips a long strip of padding off the top of the crowd barrier and tosses it off to the side. Strangler turns back to Flesher, but is immediately leveled by Flesher drilling him in the head with a wrench he pulled out from underneath the ring. The crowd boos mercilessly as blood starts to drip from Strangler’s head. Strangler himself falls back against the crowd barrier, totally dazed from the blow as the blood starts to run heavier from his forehead. “The nefarious Thomas Flesher has bloodied the face of justice! This cannot stand, Robert!” cries Comet in alarm. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Comet” replies Riley, with a snide touch to his voice. “It’s a SPANDEX LEOTARD!” shouts a somewhat-angered Comet as Riley smirks. Meanwhile, Tom Flesher has reached back under the ring, and emerged with a cookie sheet. Flesher sets himself, then runs forwards and jumps into the air before wrapping the metal plate squarely around Strangler’s head. The pan bends to fit Strangler’s skull, and Strangler goes tumbling backwards over the crowd barrier into the front row of fans from the blow. Flesher tosses the bent cookie sheet, now smeared with Strangler’s blood, off to the side, and hops over the crowd barrier to the outside. Flesher grabs Strangler by his long, stringy hair and pulls him up into a standing position. Flesher drills Strangler with a double shotei squarely in the chest, sending Strangler stumbling backwards into a row of recently-vacated chairs. Strangler trips up and goes tumbling into the row of folding chairs, which all collapse down on top of him in a twisted wreck of metal and flesh. “Citizen Flesher is most certainly in charge of this match right now, Robert” remarks Comet in an offhand manner as Flesher takes a moment to simply look down at Strangler, lying on the ground. Mark Hebner has appeared alongside the two men, carrying the SWF Championship belt with him to crown a champion at the end of the match. Strangler is starting to push himself out of the twisted pile of chairs as Flesher reaches down and grabs ahold of one of the upended folding chairs. He snaps it shut with a forceful snap, and the look on his face remains one of pure business. Strangler is groggy, trying to get back into the zone as Flesher cocks the chair backwards, waiting for Strangler. TBS finally turns around, and the first sight he sees is Flesher swinging a large, dark object towards his face. The chair connects with a smash, and Strangler holds upright for just a moment before dropping to the ground, bleeding even more profusely than before. Flesher leans back, and cracks Strangler across the skull once again. “Strangler’s just hit a .8 on the Muta scale!” screams Riley in glee as Flesher leans back one more time, and clocks Strangler with all his might over the head. “This one’s over early, Comet! Time to hit the bars!” “Come now, Robert. Citizen Strangler will need much more convincing before he is forced to end this battle!” Despite Comet’s thinking, Flesher yanks a microphone away from Hebner, flicks it on, and holds it down to Strangler’s blood-soaked face. “C’mon, asshole! Say it! Say ‘I quit!’” Strangler shakes his head side to side, looks up, and barks out a gruff “Fuck you!” to Flesher. “And the bastion of justice fights on!” cries Comet as Flesher’s face starts to turn red. He reaches back for the steel chair he had been using earlier, looking to do even further damage. However, Strangler grabs the microphone from Flesher’s hand and whips it across Tom’s face. The Superior One goes shooting up out of his crouch, and gives Strangler enough of an opening to finally untangle himself from the mess of steel chairs around him. Flesher feels around and grabs the chair, and lifts it up, a victorious look on his face. He shoots up with the chair, but Strangler swings his chair into Tom’s, sending the chair crashing into Tom’s face. “Strangler is back in business, Robert!” cries Comet as Flesher falls flat on his back, stunned from the blow. Strangler tosses his chair away, and reaches down to pull Tom up to his feet. Strangler drags Tom up, and starts to bring him, in a headlock, through the screaming crowd, which is going nuts for the battle the two men are putting on. “What idiocy by Strangler! He just threw away the weapon that neutralized Tom, and that did all that damage to his face! What the heck is he thinking?” ponders Riley as Strangler and Tom near some electrical equipment. Strangler reaches over, grabs a random black box at random, and pulls it away in a small stream of sparks. Strangler cracks Tom across the face with the box, which draws another howl from Flesher, before Strangler continues on, heading towards the backstage area. “This match is about to get MUCH more interesting, Comet!” exclaims Riley, with anticipation filling his voice. Strangler and Flesher disappear behind a curtain, and emerge into a backstage area filled with the usual traveling equipment. A cameraman frantically scrambles into position, getting the best shot he can as Strangler continues to walk along the corridor with Flesher in the headlock. Strangler throws occasional punches into the face of Flesher, who winces with each blow. “I think Citizen Thomas may have a broken nose, Robert. That is most certainly not a natural angle for one’s nose to be pointing.” Strangler seems to have noticed, and is intent on doing everything necessary to exploit the injury as best he can. Strangler pauses for a moment in the middle of the pathway through the equipment, and starts throwing a series of punches into Tom’s trapped face. Blood is now streaming from the mis-shapen nose of Flesher as Strangler throws punch, after punch, after punch into Tom’s face. The crowd is chanting along, but Strangler is throwing the punches too quickly for the crowd to keep up. After a solid thirty seconds of Strangler smashing his right fist into Tom’s face, Strangler finally drops Tom to his knees, where he reaches up to clutch his nose. “Strangler is showing absolutely no mercy right now to Flesher, Comet. How can you cheer on someone so cold-hearted like this?” Comet pauses for a moment, then speaks: “Strangler shall do what is necessary to subdue the forces of evil and to help good reign supreme. To put it simply: The ends justify the means, Citizen Robert.” Strangler grabs Tom after his brief respite, and brings him over to an anvil case, which he places Tom on top of. Flesher’s head droops off the edge of the anvil case, and the blood spills out of his nose to a small pool forming three feet below on the ground. Strangler positions himself behind the anvil case, and then starts to push Flesher forwards. Tom takes a moment to jolt back to reality, and looks up to see the wall quickly approaching. Tom only has time to mouth the words, “Oh, shit…” before Tom and the anvil case collide with the wall. The case goes bouncing backwards, and Tom drops to the floor, looking for all the world like he’s dead. “Oh my god…Strangler may have just killed Tom Flesher! What was that ends justify the means crap, Comet?” Even Comet has been silenced by the move, looking over at the limp body of Tom Flesher, which is barely moving on the ground. “Citizen Strangler has got a taste for blood tonight, Robert” says Comet quietly as Strangler grabs the microphone lying nearby, and holds it up to Flesher’s face, which is resembling a red mask at this point. “Do you quit, Flesher? DO YOU QUIT?” Strangler’s voice echoes throughout the arena, partially by a “SAY I QUIT! SAY I QUIT!” chant coming from the crowd. Strangler looks down at Tom, who looks up, with the businesslike look still in his eyes, and simply shakes his head no. Strangler roars in disapproval, and goes to a full standing position before placing his foot squarely on Tom Flesher’s face and grinding Tom’s busted nose as hard as he can. “Strangler is taking a page straight out of Tom Flesher’s book by using that boot as an offensive weapon, in a fashion that must be EXTREMELY painful for Tom Flesher right now.” Comet and Riley watch on their monitors, and the rest of the arena stares up at the SmarkTron, as Strangler continues to press down on Tom’s face. Flesher gropes around blindly, in massive pain, as Hebner is crouched down next to him, listening for the words. Suddenly, Flesher’s hands find Strangler’s lower leg. Flesher quickly pushes forwards with all his might, and Strangler goes stumbling back. Flesher keeps his grip on the leg locked on tightly, and pushes forwards again from a better position, taking Strangler down with his patented single leg takedown. Strangler thrashes about, but a quick shot to the face from Flesher’s right foot stops Strangler for the moment. Tom takes advantage and, readjusting his grip, starts to turn Strangler over into a half crab. Strangler fights it, but it’s too little, too late as Flesher manages to apply the half crab to TBS on the floor of the backstage corridor. Strangler is in a good deal of pain as he starts to crawl towards a couple of crates stacked on top of each other. Strangler crawls quickly, with Flesher doing everything he can to stall Strangler’s forward progress. However, Strangler makes it to the crates, and reaches up to help pull himself up. “Strangler using his brain there to break the hold in a most intelligent manner” offers Comet to an uninterested Riley as Strangler delivers a back kick to Flesher with his free foot, breaking the hold for good. “Don’t worry about that, Comet. Strangler gave Flesher all he had to offer, and now Tom’s back on the offensive. This one should be a laugher from here.” Strangler takes a moment to regroup himself, as does Tom, before getting to his feet. The two men stagger towards each other, with Tom landing the first attack. Flesher’s shotei to the shoulder fazes Strangler for a moment, giving Flesher an opportunity to dart around Strangler, and lock on a rear waistlock. Strangler struggles to break the hold, and a well-placed elbow to Flesher’s injured nose does the trick to free Strangler. Strangler turns around to face Flesher, and locks his massive right fist around Tom Flesher’s throat, drawing a huge pop from the crowd. Strangler sets himself, then lifts Flesher up off the ground into the air. As Flesher goes up, he manages to slip out of the grip and land behind Strangler again on his feet, where he immediately goes for the rear waistlock again. Flesher sets himself quickly and hoists Strangler, but Strangler sets himself as well, and manages to keep himself on the ground. Flesher tries again, but Strangler manages to keep himself on terra firma once again. Flesher, with frustration on his face, starts to lift Strangler again. Strangler goes for the block, but Flesher quickly stops, and counters with a hard kick straight into Strangler’s groin. “Fiendish fiend!” cries comet as TBS howls in pain and goes limp in Flesher’s grasp. Tom grins, sets himself a third time, and lifts Strangler as hard as he can into the air. Strangler goes crashing down onto his back and lies, motionless, as Flesher and Strangler both lie down on the mat, totally spent from the sequence. “Strangler finally falls before Flesher! It’s so reminiscent of most of TBS’ matches against Tom Flesher!” crows a triumphant Riley. Strangler is still down on the ground as Flesher looks around, and spies the anvil case Strangler had used earlier to send him smashing face-first into the wall. Flesher grins and walks over to it, lining it up straight at Strangler, who has just started to get himself up off the ground. Strangler looks around, as if in a daze, looking for Tom Flesher, when he hears a noise coming from the other side. He looks over, and sees Tom Flesher closing in on him with the anvil case at full speed. Strangler manages to stagger out of the way on his hands and knees at the last second, and Flesher sends the anvil case crashing past Strangler into a big pile of steel piping from the Lockdown set. The four-foot-long metal pipes go clattering along the corridor, and one comes rolling to a stop right next to Strangler’s hand. Strangler takes a moment, trying to comprehend what’s happening, then he lunges over awkwardly and grabs ahold of the pipe, wrapping his blood-stained hand around it. He turns around, looking to face Flesher, but another steel pipe goes slashing through the air and crashes down on Strangler’s hand. Strangler cries out in pain and drops the pipe as he looks up to see Flesher standing there with a pipe of his own. “Strangler’s advantage just disappeared REAL fast, Comet” observes Riley, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Strangler holds up an arm to protect himself, and tries to reach for another pipe, but a quick flick of the wrist by Flesher sends the pipe crashing into Strangler’s side. Strangler grabs his side and drops to the ground, with his back up against one of the anvil cases. Strangler tries to dodge, but a second shot goes crashing into his knee, which draws an even louder scream from TBS. Strangler never has a chance to react as Tom leans back, baseball-style, before smashing Strangler square across the ribcage with the pipe. Flesher quickly follows up with a brutal-looking shot to the gut of Strangler. Strangler crumples over, the wind totally knocked out of his massive body, as Tom Flesher lets the pipe drop to the ground with a loud clattering noise. He bends down in Strangler’s face, with a microphone from the ground in his hand, and gets in VERY close to Strangler’s blood-caked face. “STRANGLER, GIVE UP! IT’S OVER! SAY I QUIT, AND THIS IS ALL OVER!” Strangler opens his eyes, which are partially covered by small pools of blood forming on his face, and just stares at Tom with a strangely calm look on his face. Flesher waits a few seconds, seething as he waits for SOME indication from Strangler either way, but the calm, piercing look from Strangler is all Flesher gets. “It appears that Citizen Strangler will continue to fight for Justice!” announces Comet, with a hint of pride in his voice. Flesher screams in annoyance, and throws the microphone as far as he can across the massive storage area. The microphone hits the ground, and feedback runs throughout the audio channel, making everyone besides Flesher and Strangler cringe from the noise. “That feedback is still more informative, and easier to listen to, than you are, Bobby” jokes Comet, with a grin on his face. “Stuff it, freak” snaps Riley as Flesher looks around for his pipe. He quickly picks it up, spins around, and sends a massive shot straight at Strangler’s face. At the last moment, Strangler drops to the ground and the pipe shot connects with nothing but the anvil case behind Strangler’s broken frame. The pipe crashes against the case, and Flesher immediately drops it from the vibrations running through his hands. Flesher looks around, trying to find another weapon to use against the defenseless TBS. Finding nothing to his liking, Flesher turns to face Strangler mano-a-mano, but is met by Strangler launching himself off the ground with every ounce of energy he has left to connect with a belt shot to Flesher’s face. As the two men crash to the ground, Strangler drops the belt back into Hebner’s arms, and then collapses on the ground as the crowd is going nuts for Strangler’s comeback attempt. “Neither of these competitors will allow themselves to stay down, Robert! But neither man can take much more abuse than they have already taken! How can either one force the other to say ‘I Quit’?” Both men begin to stir at the same time, as the crowd gets a “T-B-S! T-B-S!” chant going throughout Rupp Arena. Strangler, however, is taking much longer to get to his feet than Tom, who is on his feet as Strangler reaches his hands and knees. Flesher goes charging forward and drills into Strangler’s side with a running knee, which takes Strangler back down to the ground. Strangler rolls over once or twice before coming to a rest against a big, flat cardboard box. Flesher quickly pulls Strangler away from the walls, and up to his feet before locking on a quick front facelock, and giving Strangler a DDT onto one of the anvil cases. “A rare DDT from Citizen Flesher, showing that he can bust out some new moves to surprise our fair champion” astutely observes Comet. Strangler drops back to the ground and Flesher climbs up on top of the anvil case, taking aim at Strangler. Flesher steadies himself, then jumps off the anvil case and connects with Strangler, hitting a diving senton. Strangler shakes from the impact, but continues to try and force himself up off the ground, still in the match. “No matter what Thomas throws at Strangler, he just can’t beat him here tonight!” Flesher walks over against the wall, and notices the flat cardboard box from a moment ago. He looks at the box, and quickly tears the top off to inspect the contents. A huge grin lights up on Flesher’s face, and he starts tearing away at the cardboard. “What do ya think is in there, Comet?” asks a perplexed Riley as Comet looks on, also confused. “I do not pretend to know, Robert” is Comet’s reply as Flesher tears away the cardboard to reveal 5 massive panes of glass. “Oh, sweet Jesus, this is gonna be GREAT!” cries out Riley as the Rupp Arena crowd starts to murmur amongst itself, wondering what act of violence is coming up next. “Tom Flesher lost to Frost in a Window Pain match at Ground Zero, and now glass and Thomas Flesher cross paths once again, Robert. A coincidence? I think not.” Flesher grabs one of the panes of glass and pulls it all the way out of the box before laying it across two of the anvil cases lying around the area. He steadies the glass on the two anvil cases, setting up a perfect target, and then turns back to finish Strangler off. He reaches down to pull Strangler up into a standing position, but Strangler launches his right arm up and connects with a big low blow to Flesher. The cheers of the crowd are distinctly audible, even backstage, as Strangler starts to push himself to his feet as Flesher remains doubled over from the low blow. Strangler takes immediate advantage of the situation and grabs Flesher, pulling him into a side double underhook before dropping him to the ground with a double-armed DDT. “Lights Out from Citizen Strangler! This could signal the end of Tom Flesher right here, Robert!” calls out Cyclone Comet as Riley looks on, with concern on his face. Strangler gets to his feet, and looks around, noticing the giant pane of glass between the two anvil cases. Strangler takes a deep breath, and groans as his bruised ribs make it difficult for him to breathe. He reaches up and wipes the blood away from his eyes, then grabs Flesher by the singlet and pulls him into a standing position. Strangler looks at the glass pane, almost reluctantly, then uses all the strength remaining in his body to hoist Flesher up into a press slam position. The crowd explodes for the Boston Massacre setup as Strangler holds for only a moment, then sends Tom Flesher falling down…down….down through the glass pane. Flesher lands headfirst on the ground as glass goes shattering in all directions. Small rivulets of blood start to spread across Flesher’s entire body, as well as across Strangler’s arms and face, as a HUGE “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant breaks out through the arena. “Dear lord! Citizen Strangler just gave Thomas a Boston Massacre THROUGH A PIECE OF GLASS TO A CONCRETE FLOOR!” Riley is totally silent as the rest of the arena explodes. Strangler gropes around for a microphone, which is finally handed to him by Hebner. He presses it down into Flesher’s face, which is covered with small shards of glass, and barks “NOW! QUIT NOW!” Strangler rolls Flesher onto his back, with the sound of crunching glass clearly audible through the microphone, as Strangler continues to push the microphone into Flesher’s face. “SAY IT!” screams Strangler, who seems totally desperate at this point. Flesher’s eyes flutter, and he uses all the strength he has to raise his tattered and bloodied right arm to flip Strangler the bird. “There’s life in Flesher yet, Comet! It’s not over! It’s not over!” The SWF fans are incredulous by the display of Flesher’s vitality, which sends Strangler into a rage. Strangler storms to his feet and drags himself over to the box containing the glass pains. Strangler takes ahold of another one and drapes it over the same place, on top of the already-broken glass on the ground below. “This is your last chance, Flesher!” barks Strangler. “Say it now, or you go through another one!” Strangler points at the new piece of glass, which is smeared with TBS’ and Flesher’s blood already. Flesher doesn’t respond, and Strangler picks Tom Flesher up off the ground once again. Glass falls back to the ground, and Flesher’s blood is pouring from every part of his body now. Strangler braces himself again, and lifts Flesher into a press slam position once again. This time, Strangler hardly even pauses before dropping down, and sending Tom Flesher flying through the pane of glass. Flesher does a header onto the pile of broken glass already lying there, which sends blood spurting out from the top of his head into a disturbingly large pool nearby. Another “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant emerges from the crowd, although the chant this time is much more subdued, as many people are staring at Flesher’s bloodied, battered body with a good deal of concern. Strangler takes ahold of the microphone once again, and thrusts it into the face of Tom Flesher. “Now say it! LET THIS END!” screams Strangler in a frantic voice. “DON’T MAKE THIS CONTINUE!” Flesher opens his eyes, which are framed by shards of glass, and manages to croak out the words “I quit!” in a low voice before his head collapses against the shards of glass on the ground, where remains motionless. DING DING DING! Strangler falls backwards, landing on some broken glass as well, but the big man ignores the pain as he allows himself to relax. Funyon’s booming voice from inside the arena echoes to their corridor, and the phrase “…STILL YOUR SWF CHAMPION…” echoes loudly throughout the room as “Godzilla” blares in the background. Hebner hands the belt to Strangler, who wraps his two bloodied paws around the belt and holds it close to him as if it was a child. A dozen or so medical personnel come sprinting into the picture, and the majority of them huddle around Tom Flesher’s downed body, brushing off all the glass they can. A few walk over to Strangler, and help to pull him up to his feet. As Strangler gets to his feet, he pushes the staffers away, and starts to walk away under his own power, with blood still dripping from the huge gash on his forehead, and from dozens of small cuts from pieces of glass all over his body. “What a battle, Robert! Strangler and Thomas Flesher gave us one of the finest, most brutal battles that this esteemed federation has even been privileged to witness, in my opinion.” Riley looks at Comet as if he was mad: “Tom Flesher just got put through TWO glass plates! Strangler is a sadistic, evil monster! There’s something wrong with him!” “Well, Citizen Robert, he happens to still be our champion, and he will be representing the SWF in the main event of Genesis IV: The Voyage Home, only on PPV on Sunday, September 28th!” Riley just shakes his head in disgust. “This is worse than when Jay Dawg main-evented last year…” Comet ignores Riley and turns to face the camera. “Once again, loyal viewers, thank you for joining us here tonight! Alongside Robert Riley, I am CYCLOOOOOOOOOOONE COMET! Thank you, and tune in next week for more fantastic action in the SWF!” The camera begins to fade to black, with the final shot showing medics picking Tom Flesher up, still cleaning glass off of him, as Strangler disappears around a corner with the SWF Title slung around his shoulder.

I feel bad for Syd's friend. Hopefully they'll be OK.

Boo-urns @ Edwin. Boo-urns indeed.

Guys I've dug over the last two/three months: 1) Eddie Guerrero 2) Rey Mysterio 3) Kane Honorable Mention: - John Cena - Undertaker - Chris Benoit - Kurt Angle - Brock Lesnar

I really enjoyed Ejiro vs. Wildchild as well, and with all the new movement in this feud, I'd definitely consider it worthy of a nomination. Grand Slam/Thugg vs. King - I dunno, since it's a few non-wrestlers, but it's been one entertaining feud.

Posted this on the JL MOTY thread, but Janus' Mall Brawl was brilliant. Dunno whether it qualifies as a match or a comedic moment.

I dunno if this falls under JL MOTY or under comedic moments, but I'd say Janus' Mall Brawl was brilliant.

Tom vs. TBS, where Tom beat me in the 2/3 falls match at 13th Hour, was INCREDIBLY well-written. I really loved that match. I second the nomination of penis dance party. And, since Genesis III wasn't included in the nominations from last year, Edwin vs. Raynor from Genesis III, which I know is Z's personal favorite.

Craven has no reason to be nominated. I can't think of anyone besides Kinxx, Tokyo-X, Cutthroat, or Blazenwing who should be nominated. NotJ is an odd one, and I dunno if he should be included or not.

I also remember thinking that FtF was an extremely good show.

I'm gonna nominate myself beating Thoth for the title for no good reason at all other than to add even more hot air to my massively inflated ego.

Crow vs. Janus - The feud took place over a long period of time, in both leagues, and they really put on some incredible matches.

Johnny Cash dead at age 71 John Ritter dead from heart failureat age 54 Sad day when two fairly famous people die. Cash was one of the all-time greats, and Ritter was getting his career back on track with his new sitcom, which was doing pretty well. Hopefully the families and friends will be OK.

I'd complain, but I maybe had three matches in August, so whatcha gonna do? And LDP SUX OMG TBS IS #1 EVERYONE ELSE SUXXXX

Goldberg isn't HHH. Give Trips some time off to let the injuries heal, have fun with his new wife, and bring him back heading into the Royal Rumble or something (we all know he'll win that and get his belt back at WM XX, but it gets us a few months with fresh stuff). Then do a Goldberg vs. Kane feud or something.

I am in agreement that fun is good.

Tag Titles #1 Contendersip Match Dante Crane and Crow vs. the Unholy Trinity (Dace Night and Va'aiga) Trinity No-DQ Handicap Match Double Jeopardy vs. Nathaniel Kibagami Double Jeopardy ICTV Title Match Mak "The Franchise" Francis v. Jay Dawg Mak Hardcore Title Match WildChild © v. "The Sinner" John Duran Duran with the upset And your Double Main Event! Losers' Bracket Final Match Special Guest Commentator: "The King of Nightmares" Michael Craven Apostle vs. "The Judge" William Hearford Judge World Title "I Quit" Match "The Superior One" Tom Flesher vs. The Boston Strangler Fuck fuckity fuck fuckeroo

That was a pretty kickass show, IMO. Double no-show aside, things looked very good, all the promos were a lot of fun, and things are building nicely to Genesis. Now it's I Quit time.

I'm 18. That should push it back under 20.

Unfortunately, someone ELSE has to defend against Tom

Opening Promo - Micheal Craven WINNER: Pikachu Singles Match CIA v. Crow Crow No-DQ Singles Match "The Sinner" John Duran v. Annie Eclectic Duran Non-Title Challenge Match Mak "The Franchise" Francis v. Johnny "The Barracuda" Dangerous Mak Hardcore Title Match WildChild © v. Xcalibur WC Six Man Tag Match "The Superior One" Tom Flesher, Quiz & Show v. Dace Night, Va'aiga and The Boston Strangler TBS to pin all five to look strong. G4 Tournament (Loser's Bracket) Semi-Final (Non-Title) "Judge Mental" William Hearford III v. Ejiro Fasaki Ejiro

It gets its point across, that's for sure. A little bit of a hard sell on TNT's part, but due to the fact that he's not around much, he needs to make each promo count. However, I did really enjoy the promo.

I like teh angle.

Hey, buddy, what's the deal with that kick there? You're getting a little too technical for my tastes, if you know what I mean. I think we're gonna have to kick you out of the HOSS~! Club.

... *makes everyone in the fed submit to a bearhug* FEEL MY TECHNICAL PROWESS!