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  1. Well, Surprise, surprise... Johnny Dangerous looses again! I had more luck when my computer was broke and I was no-showing. However, I think there is seriously somethign wrong this time as I felt mine was far superior. Ejiro... please? At least you provide good criticsm. -------------------------------------------------- Following a short commercial break, SWF Storm explodes back onto the airwaves! Leaping from their seats, the elbow to elbow crowds let out a mighty cheer, waving their signs about and generally having a good time. “Welcome back to S W F Storm!” bellows the voice of “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens as the cameras pan across the crowds, catching a few of the better signs in their sights. “we are coming at you live from the Rose Garden in Portland Oregon, and these fans are simply thrilled to be here!” “Not as thrilled as me.” says Bobby Riley, Storms Color Commentator as the view switches to the Riley and Stevens seated at their tough as nails table. “I can’t wait to see my boy Tom Flesher finally put that pathetic worm, Frost in his place!” “Well,” says Stevens, “your going to be waiting for a while because that is our main event. Perhaps we should focus on our next match up, where we will see Mike Van Siclen taking on Johnny Dangerous with the number one contender spot to the US title on the line!” “Didn’t Van Siclen get schooled by Michael Craven on Smarkdown?” ask Riley. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly put it in those terms, but yes Van Siclen faced Michael Craven on Smarkdown... coming up just inches short of victory.” “Inches my pimply ass!” snaps Bobby. “Craven smacked Mike Van Siclen around the ring like a red headed stepchild! MVS couldn’t buy a worse ass kicking!” “So I’ll take it you won’t be rooting for Mike Van Siclen?” “Are you kidding me? I would so love to see MVS take this match, if only to see Michael Craven punk him out one more time!” Stevens shakes his head in sympathy. “I don’t think I could ever hope to understand your logic, Bobby. Anyway, I would personally like to see Johnny Dangerous win this match. He has been floating around the SWF since Clusterf**K pretty much with out a cause. A win here could really push him in the direction I think he needs to go.” “Ladies and Gentlemen!” bellows Funyon, from inside the ring. “the following match scheduled for one fall will determine the number one contender to the Smarks Wrestling Federation’s United States Championship!” The fans let out a low cheer, then shift their view towards the entrance ramp, curious as to who they will see in action. For a moment there is silence, keeping everyone’s suspense at bay, then... CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! The sound of four quick cymbal strikes and an even quicker sound of a droning guitar that kick starts “Damage Done” blast across the arena as the house lights drop and blue strobes begin flashing in beat with the song! Seconds later Mike Van Siclen steps out front and center to a shower of cheers, holding his arms high into the air! “Entering first!” booms Funyon “weighing in at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, and hailing from Harrison, Illinois, I give you the Spectacular One.... MIIIIIKE VAN SICLEENN!!” With his head held high, Mike Van Siclen strides down the ramp, soaking in the cheers that fall his way. “How in the world could he possibly be so cocky?” ask Riley. “He got destroyed by Michael Craven just days ago, yet he walk’s with his head in the clouds like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread!” “That’s the best thing about Mike Van Siclen.” says Mark. “No matter how much punishment you put him through, he just refuses to let it affect him! Van Siclen isn’t walking into this match as a loser from Smarkdown, no he’s coming in determined to win! After sliding into the ring, Mike takes flight to a corner turnbuckle. He raises his arms up to the crowds, basking in all their glory while flash bulbs explode all across the arena! With a smile, Mike steps down... and in a flash his demeanor changes from fun loving to force to be reckoned with! Crouching down, he fixes his eyeballs onto the stage and waits... “JOHNNY DANGEROUS!” Instantly the shrill of a five thousand fans ring out while those close to the crowd barricade rush in to get a closer look at the Secret Agent as the last remnants of his name echo about the arena! Giving his entrance a total spy feel, the theme from “MI2” thunders from the speakers while the SmarkTron flashes to life with various clips of Johnny Dangerous pulling off some harrowing spy like stunts mixed with bits and specs of his wrestling career. Finally emerging from backstage, Johnny swipes the curtains aside and steps out to center stage under a single white spotlight, and Funyon makes the introduction, “... AND his opponent!” he begins, “weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, the Barracuda himself.... JOHNNNNY DAAAAANGEROUS!!” “Man,” says Riley, “I don’t think I have ever seen a wrestler as lousy as Johnny Dangerous get so many cheers. Of course with this crowd you could throw them a brick and they‘d cheer!” “Win or loose,” remarks Grand Slam, “you have to admit Johnny Dangerous comes packed with a hell of a lot of charisma! If you could bottle it up and sell it, we would be sitting pretty, Bobby.” “More like lying pretty with your shoulders firmly pinned to the mat.” Regardless, Johnny strolls towards the ring stopping only to blow a kiss at one of the more lovely females in attendance before sliding in, and walking straight up to Mike Van Siclen. The two exchange a menacing glare towards each other, followed by a few heated words before Referee Anthony Michael Hall steps in between them, saving the fight for a few more moments. “Come on Van Siclen,” cheers Bobby, “smack the taste out of his mouth!” DING! DING! DING! The bell barely has the chance to ring out for the third and final time, when Johnny and Van Siclen leap towards each other, instantly engaging in a collar and elbow lock up! Mike grits down hard on his teeth as he tries to summon the strength to over power the Barracuda, who seems to be the equal match to his own strength! Persistence pays, and Van Siclen begins to feel the leverage gaining in his corner, forcing Johnny half way down on one knee! Suddenly, Dangerous shoves back on Van Siclen, throwing the ball back in his corner just long enough to break the tie up and wrap his arm around Mike’s head with a front face lock! “Johnny Dangerous manages to get the upper hand in this initial encounter.” says Stevens as the fans let out a cheer, but before Johnny can do much damage Van Siclen shoves the Barracuda forward, slipping his head out of the hold and immediately bolting for the near ropes! “Maybe not.” “That’ll show you to speak to soon.” says Riley. Bouncing off the ropes, Mike charges straight for Johnny with his arm cocked back, ready to slam it viciously across Dangerous’ throat. He let’s it fly forward just as Johnny spins back around... and ducks the blow, but Mike is determined to level the Secret Agent and charges for the opposite ropes without skipping a single beat, while Johnny does just the same. Both men hit their ropes in unison, and rocket back towards each other, while the crowds hold onto their hats, curious as to who will get the better of the other. Swinging out his arm, It’s Johnny this time, but like before the blow is ducked... only by Mike Van Siclen now and once again the two continue towards the opposite ropes! Again, they lean far into the ropes and rocket themselves towards each other, coming in like two steam powered locomotives about to collide, but a mere second before they can, Johnny drops to the mat, allowing Mike to float right over him and continue on his way towards his opposite end of the ring. “Back and forth, back and forth,” says Riley, “I wish one of these two would connect!” Johnny leaps back to his feet just as Mike comes a charging back for the hundreth time, but quickly he swings his leg out and slams the heel of his foot into Mike’s skull, sending Van Siclen in a flat spin to the mat! CRACK! “Dear Lord,” says Stevens, “ a spinning heel kick? That was quite the unusual way to end this exchange. I’ll bet Mike Van Siclen didn’t see that one coming.” “Oh, but I’m sure he felt it.” cackles Riley. “However, a sloppy kick like that won’t keep him down for good.” The crowds let out a joyful noise for the effort the pair displayed, but unfortunately only Johnny is standing to absorb it in. He takes a quick survey of the crowd while taking a few deep breaths, then drops down over Van Siclen, rolling him onto his back and making a cover. Hall drops to make the count... ONE!! TWO!! “NO!” shouts Stevens as Mike Van Siclen slings his shoulder up. “kick out just after two. That was nearly a near fall for Van Siclen.” Mike rolls over onto his stomach and begins to pick himself up, although the stinging effects of Johnny’s attack slow him to a snails pace. Though being the nice kind of guy that Johnny is, he reaches down and grabs Van Siclen by the chin, dragging him to his feet with little resistance, then rears back... and socks Mike in his spectacular eye! WHAM! “... and down goes Mike!” says Stevens. “Johnny Dangerous is just letting the animal inside him loose tonight!” “Oh, really?” says Riley as vision of days past come flooding into his mind. With a smile he continues, “well you know, I have been known as the Wild Cat in other types of ventures before.” “Please, Bobby. I am almost certain the two of you have absolutely nothing in common in THOSE types of activities.” Rolling onto his stomach, Van Siclen begins to push himself off the mat with one hand while covering his eye with the other. Determined to not even give Mike a single inch to breath, Johnny clasp his hands around Van Siclen’s leg, rips his poor body off the mat, then ferociously slams his knee back into the canvas! “ARGH!” Van Siclen cries out as a sliver of pain surges from his knee! Once again, Johnny reaches down and grabs hold of Mike's leg, but Van Siclen quickly swings his free foot up - and into Johnny's crown jewels!! SLAM!! "Low blow by Mike Van Siclen!" says Stevens. "and the Referee must have been checking out that blonde in the third row, because he obviously didn't see it!" Johnny cries out in pain as he reaches down to shield his damaged goods, hobbling away to safety towards the far ropes! Van Siclen quickly gives chase, and grabs the Barracuda by his arm, spinning him back around to face him and slams his fist right into Johnny’s mouth! WHAM!! The blow sends Johnny tumbling back into the ropes - which spring him right back towards Mike Van Siclen. Johnny weakly swings out his fist, but Mike easily dodges and lets Dangerous’ arm sail right over his head - popping up directly behind him, he locks his hands around the Barracuda’s waist! Johnny tries his hardest to break free, but Mike quickly vaults back, hauling the Secret Agent overboard! SLAM!! “Van Siclen is really starting to come alive in there - taking Johnny Dangerous for a ride with a Release-German Suplex!” Johnny slams hard into the mat, folding like an accordion as Van Siclen charges in and leaps into the air... and mashes his elbow into Dangerous’ sternum! WHAM! Quickly, Mike hooks Johnny’s leg and goes for a pin. Hall slides in to make the count... ONE!! TWO!! TH - “NO!” cries Grand Slam as the Barracuda thrusts his legs out and breaks free of Van Siclen. “Kick out just before three!” “Almost there, Mike!” cheers Riley. “A few more licks and then you can go to take a licking from Craven!” Keeping the heat on high, Van Siclen quickly bounces to his feet and with a handful of Johnny’s slick black hair, jerks the Secret Agent to his feet! Mike drops a swift jab into Johnny just to keep him subdued, then grabs him by his arm and whips him across the ring - directly towards the corner turnbuckle! CRACK! Johnny’s back slams directly into the steel post, and the sickening sound of bone grinding into metal rings out, sparking a “Ooh!” from the crowds. “OW!” holler’s Stevens, wincing at the impact. “He may have just dislocated a disc there!” Johnny pops out of the turnbuckle, stammering forward and clinching tightly to his back, completely out of his element - giving Siclen the perfect chance to sink his foot deep into his gut, doubling the poor spy over! The crowds cheer heavily as Van Siclen grabs the Barracuda by his head and thrusts it in between his legs! “Here it comes!” says Bobby enthusiastically. “One Van Slaminator coming right up!” “Since when did you like this move?” “Since it was preformed on Johnny Dangerous.” Mike reaches down and locks his arms around Johnny’s waist, slowly he begins to lift him up... ... then drops him to the mat as something catches his attention from the corner of his eye. Drawing heavy firing of booing, a figure emerges onto the stage with the title Mike seeks loosely tossed over his shoulder, grabbing Mike Van Siclen’s attention by the throat! “It’s Craven!” shouts Stevens. “Michael Craven! What’s he doing out here?” “Probably just wanting to see who he gets to destroy next while defending his precious US Championship.” Riley says smugly. “Well, whatever his intentions are, they can’t be good!” Craven briefly lets his eyes grace the crowds with their presence, before turning his attention away from them. They try their hardest to get under his skin, showering him with boo’s and obscenities, but it simply rolls off him like water on a ducks back. Shifting his title belt on his shoulder, Craven then folds his arms and glares hard towards the ring, focusing in part on Mike Van Siclen. Slowly, Johnny rolls onto his stomach and reaches out for the near ropes to help him climb to his feet. All the while Van Siclen continues tossing out countless insults and begging Craven to take a step into the ring he now dominates! Finally hearing enough, Craven begins to slowly stroll down the ramp igniting a tremendous cheer in the audience! “Here he comes!” says Stevens. “I think this audience is dying to see a rematch between Mike Van Siclen and As.. er.. Michael Craven! And it looks like Craven could care less that there is already a match in progress! I just knew this match would be ruined by him!” “Ruin?” replies Riley, almost astounded that Grand Slam would make such an accusation. “Craven is just coming to get a closer look!” Giving Craven all the room in the world and then some to enter the ring, Van Siclen takes not one or two, but THREE whole steps back! Totally unaware that directly behind him, Johnny Dangerous awaits crouched down and ready to deliver some sweet- -“BABY JESUS!” cries Riley. “Look out MVS - Johnny’s right behind you!” “Johnny Dangerous; looking for an opening for the Johnny Kick, but can he land it!” Craven points a finger towards Van Siclen, motioning for him to turn around. Like a plum fool, the Spectacular one does just that! Spinning around just as curious as can be, about the only time Van Siclen has time to do is drop his jaw when he catches sight of Johnny’s powerful snap kick charging for his skull! KA-RAAAACK!!! “JOHNNY KICK!” cries Mark Stevens as Van Siclen is knocked right off his feet, and crashes into the mat with a tremendous thud! “Mike Van Siclen has been Johnny Kicked straight out of his shoes!” “I’m not exactly sure if that’s what Craven had hoped for,” says Riley, “but he may have just inadvertently cost Mike Van Siclen the match! Call me a fan of Craven if you will, but the logic behind this move totally escapes me!” Still some what shaken from the earlier attacks, Johnny hesitates for a moment before proceeding any farther. He shakes his head, and smacks the palm of his head against his temple trying to knock the dizziness from him, then steps up to Van Siclen’s body, hovering directly over his head. “Oh, no...” says Riley with an overbearing sigh. “Don’t tell me he’s...” “Oh, Hell yes!” shouts Stevens, cutting Bobby off in mid-sentence. “It’s about damn time we got to see this brilliant maneuver in the halls of the SWF!” Standing several feet from the ring, Cravens eyes widen a mile, realizing his mistake when Johnny Dangerous clenches his fist tightly together and thrusts his arms high into the air! The crowds ROAR in approval, dancing around the isles and cheering louder than they have all night! A second later and the Barracuda bolts for the far ropes, charging in like an out of control Freightliner, which also happen to be the ones Michael Craven is near! Craven immediately leaps up to the apron and draws his arm back, ready to knock Johnny’s block off the second he draws near! “Maybe Craven really does want a rematch against Mike Van Siclen!” Stevens speculates. “Of course... ” says Bobby, “He knows he can beat the snot out of MVS, but he never has had to face Johnny Dangerous before! Wait a second... did I just say that?” “Yes... Yes, you did.” Anyway, Johnny is no fool this time around and before he even thinks about leaning into the ropes with Craven right there, he slams the breaks on as he reaches the ropes, draws his hand back, and... SMACK!! “Oh my God!” says Mark. “Johnny just slapped Michael Craven like... like a... ” “Straight bitch?” Riley chimes in. Sure enough, he did, and Craven is knocked from the apron to a joyous cheer! However, Johnny isn’t about to let one rotten apple spoil his brew and goes right back to where he left off as if he never even stopped! Leaning far into the ropes, Johnny launches himself back across the ring like a Tomahawk Cruise Missile headed for Iraq, leaps into the air and mounts a complete front flip as he extends his double fist out, and DRIVESit deep into the heart of Mike Van Siclen! WHAAMM!!! “Armed and Dangerous!” says Stevens as Van Siclen’s body convulses from the tidal shockwave of Johnny’s fist drop. “and it looks like we are three seconds from seeing Michael Craven’s next challenger to the US Title!” “This can’t be.” whines Riley. “I was set for another MVS beat down by Michael Craven.” Sitting upright on his knees inches from the Spectacular One’s body, Johnny swipes his palm against the side of his head, putting that ONE misplaced hair back in it’s appropriate location, and readjust his tie, all before pressing both hands down onto Van Siclen’s chest for the pin. For a fraction of a moment Craven on the outside ponders interfering while rubbing his bruised cheek, but the look in Johnny’s eye’s is enough to send chills down the US Champ’s spine. Grabbing onto his precious title, Michael Craven then backs his way up the ramp, all the while never removing his eye’s from Johnny Dangerous. Finally, Hall drops to make the count while the crowds count out loud in unison... ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!! DING! DING! DING! “Johnny Dangerous has done it!” shouts Grand Slam. “Coming into this match nobody thought he had a snowballs chance in hell of defeating Mike Van Siclen, but he has overcome all odds, and this crowd is on their feet for Johnny Dangerous!” The sound of Limp Bizkit’s theme to “MI2” thunders across the arena as Hall grabs onto Johnny’s arm and raises it in victory to a tremendous reception! “The winner of this match!” booms Funyon after he slides back into the ring. “and your number one contender to the S! W! F’S! United States Championship... JOHNNNNNY DAAAAAANGEROUSS!!!!!” Michael Craven watches the celebration from the top of the ramp, then quickly shoves the curtains aside and disappears backstage, already formulating a plan of attack for when he faces Johnny Dangerous. “Well, sh*t.” gripes Riley. “I was hoping Craven would come back in and give Johnny a sizable ass whopping!” “You know that will only happen if Johnny Dangerous turns his back.” remarks Stevens. “What are you trying to say, Mark? Are you calling. Michael Craven a coward that would only sneak attack someone when they least expect it? Don’t come crying to me when Craven wallops you good for that one.” “I think I can take care of myself just fine, Bobby. Anyway, we have us a brand new contender to the United States Championship, which will be a true barn burner of a match when it takes place... but first we have a Hardcore Championship Match in store. The mysterious but lovable Beezel will try and challenge the seemingly unstoppable Janus to the throne! Will he be successful? Find out next after this short word from our sponsors!” “But, Mark?” says Riley just as the show begins to trail off. “Isn’t Wildchild also the number one contender to the US Title? What’s kind of rift will that put between him and Johnny once he returns?” Mark tries to think of an answer, but can only produce a blank stare towards Riley as the show finally fades to darkness.
  2. Secret Agent

    SJL Announcement~

    Pfft, that's easy, WC. Try making a more brutal Ultimate Fight than me and Fugue. Not that anyone ever read that match, but hey.
  3. Secret Agent

    The Official Website Thread

    It's these kind of reasons that I feel we need the automatic ranking systems and such. With what I was planning to do all it would require is a marker to log into the site and check a box next to the name of who won the match, and boom there you go. We can almost avoid human error that way. With my constant losses my enthuasism for the SWF and related material is dwindling though. So here's hoping that working on the site can breathe a breath of fresh air into it.
  4. Secret Agent

    Storm's losing matches!

    Thanks for the comments, Danny. Yes, the lowblow was somewhat laziness. I had two portions written the ending and the first half. When I realized I was like 500 words away from the word limit I had to use a quick transition to get Mike into his shining part. The Craven stuff was just something I added. I thought as a heel he would be intrested in who his challenger would be. Knowing he already beat MVS he would feel like it would be another easy victory to face MVS again. However it didn't quite work out that way. BTW: Discouraging? No, it's more like I don't see why I lost. Not one marker will give me an explanation on why my match was just so horrible. I haven't won a single match since coming to the WF and I know I am more than capable, so I can't see why I am losing. To me it feels like a damn conspiracy. Hell even MVS said he didn't know how his match won. Now I am not slamming Grand Slam at all, he seems like a "call it down the middle" and respectable kind of guy. I figure maybe he had one to many brewski's before marking, or maybe was half asleep. Or maybe he was trying to prove the quality over quantity thing... I dunno but I am pulling my hair out trying to figure this out. Plus now I know I won't have any sort of PPV match that is even remotley intresting to write. I asked Z, and I get this. I really don't care. It's a loss. I trust Mark's judgement a lot more than I do a lot of other people in this fed. Get over it. Gee isn't that helpful. Espically since he is supose to be a CC member. JL but still you represent one, you represent them both. Nice that CC wants to "Help us out if we have a problem"
  5. Secret Agent

    Storm Comments

    There is no way in hell my match should of lost to that! What the heck is going on around here?
  6. Secret Agent

    Storm Comments

    ::sigh:: What happened? Did King go dig up Grand Slam's basketball goal now?
  7. Secret Agent

    Something for a giggle

    ... whats so funny about that?
  8. Secret Agent

    The Official Website Thread

    BTW, Thugg, I went ahead and opened a new server slot for the site. I decided to go for broke and got it with the following: Disk Space 1GB Data Transfer 20,000MB Mail Control Center YES E-Mail POP3 Accounts UNLIMITED E-Mail Forwards UNLIMITED E-Mail Aliases UNLIMITED E-Mail Autoresponders UNLIMITED FTP Accounts 1 FTP Usage UNLIMITED ODBC System DSN Connections UNLIMITED MS Access Database YES MS SQL Server 2000 Database YES MS SQL 7 YES SQL Server Space 250MB That is more than enough for what we should ever need, but hey just incase. It's fifty bucks a month too, so that should propell me to get this thing going in a jiffy. I hate paying for empty server space. AND unlike greedy Hville Thugg, I'll give FTP usage to those who need it. Atlas (Who I hope would work with me on the website(s) as he has proven to be very talented thus far) and Stevens. Ok, Thugg you can too, and i was kidding about the greedy bit. At least I don't whine at you like Day Jawg. Your Welcome, SWF and SJL.
  9. Secret Agent

    Promo: Know Your Role

    Nice, although I have no idea who Y2K is. Still you better not try and follow this up with a good match at my expense! ::Shakes Fist!::
  10. Secret Agent

    Graphics graphics graphics!!!

    Yes, Thugg is basically right on the server deal... however, I could place a opening page that mirrors the V2 site on swf.thesmartmarks.com, and automatically redricets them when they enter the site. As far as being able to update, I am making it so anyone with the proper credentials can update the site... through the site. All articles can be directly submited by their author and posted, shows, cards, whatever you need. And if any of you have any questions for me, feel free to ask.
  11. Secret Agent

    The Official Website Thread

    A month or two is a good estimation on my version. I could do it quicker if i didn't try and write my losing matches all the time. but hey, whatever. As far as the JL goes, I'm still trying to figure out how to limit the features of the SWF site for the SJL portion. What I could really use is a good graphic/pattern for a dark background, and a header desgined for the top of the page. I could do it myself but I thought it might be a good way to include others into this.
  12. Secret Agent

    Graphics graphics graphics!!!

    I think all of those look rather nifty. Mark, as far as the addy goes, I have a domain I bought some time ago if you guys want to use it. Thugg told me to go ahead and grab it so I did. It's theswf.net
  13. Secret Agent

    The Official Website Thread

    Yeah, I'm working on the new site as well... I could stop writting matches and get it done quicker, but Z wasn't too thrilled about that one.
  14. Secret Agent

    Lockdown COMMENTS~!

    Well that was a damn good review. To bad I could never get you to do one on my matches since I always loose. This time was even worse... Losing for being one hour late on submiting it. Of course I had some pretty forced spots as well, :Shrugs:. Sorry, It's just starting to bum me out. I can't figure what I'm doing wrong. Am I not writting as good as when I was in the JL? I rarely lost there. The rest that I read through was really great. I espicially loved the hollier than thou opening promo, and yes even... JD's match. As for the J&R streak... Didn't they loose to Frost and Deja Vu?
  15. Secret Agent

    The SWF Shirts

    Put me down for one!
  16. Secret Agent

    Lockdown COMMENTS~!

    It's Spark!!!!
  17. Secret Agent

    Proposition

    That sounds cool, but I don't think it sounds like much of a reward. I see it more or less as something to help the writers with visualization. A reward would be to see The Suicide King Vs. Tom Flesher. Hell, even Vince McMahon goes through a match once or twice a year.
  18. Secret Agent

    Your ACTUAL and REAL LIFE SWF Shirts

    Got me one! Now are all the proceeds going to be pumped soley into the board fees?
  19. Secret Agent

    SWF Shirts

    So says the geezer who already has his shirt in his signature!
  20. Secret Agent

    SWF Shirts

    We need a "Wild and Dangerous" shirt. Oh, and a JOhnny Dangerous one too.
  21. Secret Agent

    Official SJL Website Thread

    Well I am waiting to take a break from my writting matches before really jumping in full steam on the site, so I guess your right. So, Thugg's original question Atlas.
  22. Secret Agent

    Official SJL Website Thread

    Why waste the time? I have a new one in the works, remember?
  23. Secret Agent

    Donation Status

    Question Thoth, When I get this new server for the new site(as soon as i take a break from writting so i can spend the time needed on the site) it's going to run $30.00 a month. I am paying for this out of my own pocket, and don't feel that i should ask for donations until the site is actually being used by the members, but... Can i be in a Thoth report? Is that considered enough of a donation?
  24. Sorry, WIldchild... I tried. Well for all two of you around here that like to read what didn't make the cut, comments are appreaciated(Ejiro), flames too for me. Thanks, yo! ------------------------------------------------ “Folks, coming up next is a contender’s match for the tag team titles!” says Mark Stevens as the announce team breaks in following a commercial break. “We are going to see the newly formed Instruments of Destruction in Triple Threat action against the new duo of Déjà Vu and the returning team of Wild and Dangerous. Bobby, I’m going to assume you’re rooting for IOD in this match?” “Absolutely,” replies Bobby Riley. “You’ve gotta go with the Instruments of Destruction. First of all, they have the Magnificent Seven’s pedigree all over them, and you can’t go wrong any time you put two M7 guys together. Plus, they have a substantial size advantage; Janus is the only true big man involved in this match, and I’m sure he’s going to enjoy tossing those little guys around the ring.” “Well, he probably didn’t like it too much when he got pinned by Wildchild on Lockdown,” says Stevens mirthfully. “It was a fluke,” snaps Riley. “Besides, Van Siclen did most of the damage to Janus anyway; you can’t really believe that Wildchild could have beaten the Hell Machine one on one.” Stevens rolls his eyes. “Anyway, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Wild and Dangerous win this match. They’ve got the most experience wrestling as a tag team, having competed a team together since they were in the SJL, and even though this is the first time they’ve teamed together since Johnny’s suspension, their last match together saw them getting the win over the much more experience Perfect Bo and Jay Dawg.” “PFFFFFT,” snorts Riley. “That match was the fluke of all flukes. And they were handicapped by Bo’s heart condition, anyway.” Before Riley can get another word in, the speakers in the Skyreach Centre come alive with the sounds of Nappy Roots’ “Awnaw,” and spotlights begin scanning the arena, searching through the crowd for the members of Déjà Vu. Kris is seen coming down one aisle as another spotlight focuses on Kross entering from the opposite side of the arena. They approach ringside simultaneously, hopping over the barricade and sliding into the ring. Inside the ring, Funyon announces their arrival. “The following contest is a Triple Threat tag team match, to determine the number one contenders to the SWF Tag Team Championship! In the ring at this time, from Las Vegas, Nevada, at a total combined weight of four hundred thirteen pounds, Kris! Kross! DEEEEEY-JAAAA VUUUUUU!!” The twins go through their self-congratulatory ritual, saying to each other, “You Da Man!” They then each walk to opposing corners of the ring and climb onto the middle turnbuckle, flashing their hand signals to a mild crowd reaction. “Well, Déjà Vu got a few cheers on their way out here,” says Stevens, “but the crowd’s reaction seemed rather subdued, don’t you think?” “That’s probably because nobody here actually believes they can win,” replies Riley. “Let’s face it, these two kids aren’t wrestlers; they’re only in the company because of the commissioner’s sick sense of humor.” HERE WE ARE! BORN TO BE KINGS, WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE! Déjà Vu’s music ends abruptly to be replaced by Queen’s “Princes of the Universe,” as Janus and Fugue make their way out onto the ramp. “Introducing their opponents,” continues Funyon, “representing the Magnificent Seven, at a total combined weight of five hundred thirty-one pounds… Janus! Fugue! The Instruments of Destruction!” “My pick to win the match,” repeats Riley confidently. “They’ve got the wrestling ability, and they’ve got the power!” Déjà Vu flees to the safety of the arena floor as the IOD enter and stare into the ring with awe at the monstrous Janus. “Boy, does Janus look irate,” says Stevens. “I think he’s still angry over losing to Wildchild on Lockdown.” “Well, can you blame him,” replies Riley. “That title shot was his for the taking, and he had it snatched out from under him by some circus freak!” Fugue stands in front of his partner, trying to grab the giant’s attention as their music dies down. Suddenly, the crowd comes alive as the up-tempo instrumental beat of 50 Cent’s “In Da Club” begins pumping through the arena. Fans rush over to the barricade to catch a glimpse of Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous as they step out onto the ramp. “And their opponents,” concludes Funyon, “at a total combined weight of four hundred twenty-seven pounds, Wild! And Daaaaangerous!” Johnny and Wildchild run to the ring and slide underneath the bottom rope, popping to their feet and engaging their M7 rivals in a stare-off. Janus glares at Wildchild, as if trying to burn a hole through him with the power of his mind. “Check out the look in those eyes,” says Riley fearfully. “I’d hate to have him looking at me like that!” The referee directs each team to pick one man to exit to the ring apron, and Fugue, after a terse whispered conversation in his corner, convinces Janus to start the match on the outside. Johnny exits to the ring apron after a quick high-five to his partner and Kris slides into the ring enthusiastically, having won the right to start the match over his brother in a grueling game of craps. “What the hell are they doing with dice down at ringside,” Stevens practically shouts. “Eh, who the hell cares,” says Riley nonchalantly. “They’re rich, and they’re about to get killed anyway, so let them have a little fun before they die.” The referee orders the timekeeper to ring the bell and the match starts! Wildchild, Kris and Fugue circle each other in the ring tentatively, each man hesitant to blink first. They continue to circle until Wildchild unwittingly finds himself in the M7’s corner, and Janus reaches his giant hand into the ring, grabbing Wildchild from behind by the hair and yanking him backwards off his feet. Wildchild immediately pops back up and charges the corner after Janus, only to be blind-sided by Fugue! “Well, that brought a smile to his face,” says Riley, as Fugue hammers on Wildchild’s upper back before pulling him out of the corner and applying an arm-wringer. Wildchild grabs the Maestro’s wrist with his free arm and reverses into an arm-wringer of his own, stepping into Fugue and taking the smaller man off his feet with a standing armdrag! Kris charges Wildchild and gets sent into the air with a backdrop for his troubles. Fugue rolls back to his feet and rushes right into a hiptoss, then Kris stands up and finds a hiptoss of his own! Wildchild spins around just in time to duck a lariat attempt by Fugue as Kris rolls to his feet, and both Wildchild and Kris leapfrog the Musician as he rebounds off the ropes. Kris stays on the ground, allowing Fugue to run over the top of him on the return, and Wildchild leaps backwards into the air, knocking the Maestro back down with a backflip kick! The Bahaman rolls onto his shoulders and handsprings to his feet as Kris simultaneously pounces off the mat in a crouched position, and Wildchild swivels back around to face-off with Kris as the crowd expresses their approval of the previous sequence. “I’m so sick seeing that spot,” gripes Riley. “It’s so damn cliché now. Everybody’s trying to rip off Rob Van Dam with that ‘face-off’ spot, and it’s not even all that special…” “Well, considering that Wildchild just got the better of two guys,” replies Stevens, “one might think that it was maybe a little bit special.” Wildchild, with his back to Janus, stares across the ring at his two rivals, when suddenly, he spins around and leaps into the air, blasting the unsuspecting Hell Machine with a dropkick that sends him falling off the apron to the arena floor! “Cheap shot,” roars Riley. “There was no call for that whatsoever!” Wildchild pops back up to his feet and turns to face Janus outside the ring, barking obscenities at him. “Funny how I didn’t hear you say anything about Janus distracting Wildchild from outside the ring,” replies Stevens. Fugue rushes after Wildchild, but the Bahama Bomber turns his attention back to the ring just in time, and sends the Maestro sailing out of the ring with a backdrop, right into the arms of his unsuspecting partner, knocking them both down. “Wildchild is giving the IOD what for,” says Stevens, “and the fans are just eating it up!” Kris tries to take advantage of Wildchild with a running dropkick, but catches both his feet in mid-air as he falls helplessly to the mat. Wildchild locks his hands underneath Kris’s feet and leans back, slingshotting him over the top rope and onto both members of the Instruments of Destruction! Wildchild waits until all three men start to get back to their feet and then runs towards the opposite side of the ring, building up a head of steam as he rebounds off the ropes. He charges back towards the other end, dives through the air for what appears to be a suicide dive... But instead of diving outside the ring, Wildchild plants his hands on the canvas and bounces his back off the ropes with a handspring, flipping back into the middle of the ring and howling wildly into the rafters as the crowd roars in appreciation! “Wildchild’s got this crowd eating out of his hand,” says Stevens. “He’s got the speed and agility on full display, and they’re loving it here in Edmonton!” “Well, I hope he’s proud of himself,” barks Riley, “and the fact that he had to cheap shot Janus to take advantage!” “By all means, Bobby, don’t let facts get in the way of a perfectly good story,” says Stevens. “If Janus had just minded his own business on the ring apron, he never would have gotten into this situation.” “He was just trying to get Wildchild’s attention,” says Riley dismissively. “You know, psyche him out.” “Well,” deadpans Stevens, “it worked like a charm…” Wildchild backs into his corner and Fugue and Kris finally make their way back into the ring, and tags to his partner Johnny Dangerous while Kris also decides that he’s had enough, making the tag to his brother Kross. Fugue and Johnny engage in a staredown in the center of the ring as Kross looks on. “Fugue and Johnny Dangerous had a long and bitter feud down in the JL,” notes Stevens. “This is only the second time they’ve been in the ring against each other since they were both bumped.” Longtime SJL fans begin cheering in anticipation of this encounter between old rivals, and they begin to circle each other tentatively as Kross bounces up and down like an idiot in the neutral corner. Johnny and Fugue take another step towards each other and are about to lock up when they notice Kross in the corner. They look at each other as if to ask, “shall we,” and then both turn around suddenly and punch Kross in the mouth, sending him crashing down to the mat as the crowd roars with laughter! “That’ll teach him to pay attention to what’s going on in the ring,” says Riley. Having broken the tension, Johnny and Fugue suddenly begin laying into each other, exchanging rights and lefts. Johnny quickly gets the better of it, backing Fugue against the ropes and whipping him towards the opposite end as Kross gets back to his feet. The Maestro reverses the whip and sends Johnny into the ropes instead, but the Barracuda rebounds with a flying lariat that sends Fugue falling to the mat! Johnny picks Fugue up off the mat as Kross climbs to the top turnbuckle, and draws him into a tie-up, but notices Kross diving off the top and breaks away from Fugue, and Kross crashes onto his knees on the mat between the two men. Fugue charges after Johnny, jumping on top of Kross’ back, but the Barracuda steps to the side letting Fugue clothesline himself on the top rope! “Fugue took a big risk there,” says Stevens, “but it didn’t pay off!” Johnny runs towards Kross when he begins to stand up and snatches his head in a side headlock, twisting his body around and driving his head into the mat with a Tornado DDT. Johnny pulls Kross to his feet but gets clotheslined by the recovering Fugue! The Maestro drags Johnny over to his corner and makes the tag to Janus, but instead of entering the ring, Janus remains on the apron and holds Johnny in place, ordering Fugue to run to the ropes. As he runs to the opposite end of the ring, Wildchild runs across the apron to make the stop, but Fugue stops short of the ropes, taunting him and shaking his head, as if to say, “I’m smarter than that.” He then turns back around and rushes back at Johnny, leaping into the air to deliver a running dropkick, but the Barracuda slips out of Janus’ grip at the last second and Fugue’s dropkick sends the Hell Machine flying off the apron once again. Fugue looks outside the ring, mumbling apologies to his partner, when he’s caught by surprise by Dangerous, rushing off the ropes back towards Fugue, knocking him out of the ring with a Johnny Kick! “Johnny Dangerous is cleaning house,” shouts Stevens. Kross rushes at Johnny but gets snatched out of the air and sent back to the mat with a breathtaking Railgun suplex! The Barracuda pops to his feet and runs to the Déjà Vu corner, catching Kris sleeping with a running punch that knocks him off the apron, and then pops the crowd by pumping his thumbs in the air. “Johnny just signaled the crowd,” says Stevens. “We could see Wild and Dangerous’ finishing move here!” Dragging Kross over to the corner, Johnny tags Wildchild, who leaps onto the top turnbuckle as Johnny places Kross on his shoulders and faces the center of the ring. “Here it comes,” says Stevens, as Wildchild lets loose a howl and leaps off the turnbuckle, snaring Kross with a facelock as Johnny begins to sit down. WHAM!!! “DANGEROUS DROP!!” shouts Stevens. “That’s their move!” Janus begins to make his way onto the apron as Wildchild rolls onto Kross for the cover… ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! WHAM! Wildchild rises up from the mat and turns around just in time to run into a big boot from Janus! Kris comes back into the ring to replace his brother but stays in his corner, unwilling to confront the Aussie Monster straight up, as he pulls Wildchild to his feet by his hair and whips him into the ropes, grabbing him on the rebound with one arm and spinning him through the air with terrifying ease, planting him into the mat with a tilt-a-whirl slam! Janus rolls nonchalantly on top of Wildchild and covers him for a pin… ONE! TWO! THREEEEE—NO! Wildchild barely gets his shoulder up. Not to be dissuaded, Janus lifts Wildchild back up and clasps his hand firmly around his throat, preparing to deliver a chokeslam, when Kris, who attacks him from behind with a double axe-handle blow, suddenly surprises him! Janus summarily ignores him, swatting him to the canvas as if he were a fly. He proceeds to lift Wildchild up by the throat with one arm, when the ornery Kris surprises him again, this time jumping on his back and wrapping his arms around the Monster’s throat. Suitably perturbed, the Hell Machine releases his hold on Wildchild and reaches behind him to grab the twin by the neck. Janus pulls Kris off his neck and brings him forward so that they are face to face; the Aussie Monster glares at the terrified youth, as if to say, “stay out of grown folks business,” but before he can drive the helpless twin into the mat, his knee is clipped from behind by a recovering Wildchild! “Janus may have made a mistake by turning his attention away from Wildchild,” says Stevens. With Janus bent down holding his knee, Wildchild races to the ropes and charges the Hell Machine with blinding speed on the rebound, stunning him with a running elbow to the temple! An angry Kris grabs Janus by the wrist and attempts to whip him towards the ropes, but the giant easily reverses. WHAM! Janus puts his head down to deliver a backdrop to Kris, which turns out to be another grave mistake, as he once again turns his back on Wildchild, who grabs him by the head and drives him into the mat with a bulldog! “Janus turned his back on Wildchild again, and it might cost him the match,” cries Stevens. The Bahama Bomber slaps Kris on the chest and orders him to the top rope. The twin runs to the corner and quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaping high into the air and pumping his arms and legs together as he crashes down on Janus with a jackknife splash! “Half and Half,” shouts Stevens. “This could be the biggest upset of the year!” The referee slides over into position and counts the pinfall… ONE! TWO! SPLASH! Wildchild runs to the ropes and leaps onto the top rope, springing off and flipping through the air directly onto the unsuspecting Kris! “Falling Star Press,” cries Stevens. “What a move! Wildchild took out two birds with one stone on that maneuver!” Wildchild pulls Kris off of Janus and to his feet, standing in front of him and locking his arms. “Oh no,” says Stevens. “Wildchild wants to put Kris out of this match for good! He’s going for the Wild Ride!” The Bahama Bomber spins around so that he is underneath Kris and starts to stand up, leaving the twin hanging upside down off his back. WHAM! “Wild Ride,” shouts Stevens. “Wild Ride!” Wildchild prepares to pin Kris but notices Janus beginning to stir on the mat. With a broad grin, he looks out into the crowd and spins hands around, indicating his desire to pull off another breathtaking maneuver. “Worry about him later,” pleads Stevens. “Take care of Kris first!” “You know perfectly well that he can’t do that,” replies Riley. “His ego won’t allow him to do things the easy way!” Wildchild climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for the Hell Machine to return to his feet. He then leaps off the turnbuckle and lands on Janus’ shoulders, locking his legs around the giant’s shoulders and arching back to deliver a dragonrana… BAM! … But Janus hangs on to his balance as well as Wildchild, pulling the Bahama Bomber back up onto his shoulders and lifting him high into the air and driving him down viciously onto his head. “Dark Bomb!” Screams Stevens. “Dear God! He countered that rana attempt into a Dark Bomb!” “No way that Wildchild gets up from that,” squeals Riley happily. Janus falls atop Wildchild and covers him for the pin. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! Funyon again rises from his seat to make the official pronouncement. “Wildchild has been eliminated!” Janus pulls Wildchild up off the mat and applies a standing headscissors, bringing his hands up to his throat, and back down in a slashing motion. “He’s gonna hit him again,” Riley says gleefully. “He’s going to teach Wildchild a lesson in humility!” The referee moves over to Janus, ordering him to stop, but the Hell Machine ignores him, lifting Wildchild back onto his shoulders and into the air again, before once again driving his head into the canvas. BAM!! “Dark Bomb times two,” yells Riley. “Dark Bomb times two!” “For the love of God,” pleads Stevens, “that’s enough, Janus! You’ve made your point!” Unfortunately for Wildchild, Janus doesn’t quite see it that way, as he pulls the Tropical Tumbler back to his feet and places him back into a standing headscissors position. “Let him go,” shouts the referee. “He’s done!” But Janus ignores the referee, pushing him down to the mat as he lifts Wildchild onto his shoulders a third time. BAM!!! DING! DING! DING! “Three times,” crows Riley. “Three times! Three times!” Janus drives Wildchild into the mat with a third devastating Dark Bomb, but the referee crawls to the ropes, barking orders to Funyon and the timekeeper. Funyon rises from his seat and speaks into the microphone, saying, “ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that Janus has been DISQUALIFIED!” The crowd explodes as the Hell Machine stares at the referee with a look of stark disbelief on his face. “Janus is gone,” says Stevens. “It’s about time the referee did something!” “Janus is gone,” repeats Riley as security arrives to escort Janus out of the ring, “but the damage is done! Wildchild has been Dark Bombed straight to hell!” “Well,” says Stevens. “as of now, this match is officially a fatal three way. The next man to make a pin will have won this match and their team will become the number one contenders to the Tag Team Championship!” “Eek!” squeals Riley! “Fugue is still down here on the floor, trying to recover from that cheap Johnny Kick! He had better hurry before the stupid Spy steals a win!” Knowing fate is in his hands, Johnny steps into the ring and turns towards the punching bag... err Kris rather, who has actually made it to his feet although currently trying to catch his breath in between wheezes while leaning against the ropes. Slowly the Secret Agent creeps in behind Kris, hunkering down while sliding closer and the crowds just know what is about to happen, which shows with their sudden rush of cheers! “Watch out, Kris!” Warns a sympathetic Grand Slam, but the not so bright twin simply shakes his fist with a “Right on” look towards Stevens. “I don’t think I can bare to watch.” “Oh I can.” Remarks Riley. “I might not like this Johnny Dangerous character, but anyone inflicting pain to this moron has my nod of approval... for tonight anyways.” The noise of the crowd cheering is enough to wake the dead, and most definitely enough to get someone pumped, and make them feel like no matter how much pain they are enduring, another round is a sure fire bet. For one like Kris, who slowly lifts his head off the ropes as he looks out to the cheering masses it is simply breath taking! “Dude!” he say’s to himself with his mouth hung wide open in this state of surprise, “these people love me!” Suddenly a new sense of determination begins to surge through his veins! He peels himself off the ropes, standing upright on his own two feet, under his own power!! “You have got to be kidding me.” Bobby shakes his head in pity while letting out a low sigh. “He can’t honestly think they are cheering for him! Although It confuses me as to why they would cheer for a clown like Johnny Dangerous in the first place.” Making note to the Secret Agent who patiently waits for the twin to turn around. “Aw come on, Bobby.” says Stevens, “Who are we to spoil the mood. Besides something like this could leave some very deep emotional scars.” Kris, with his head held high takes several steps back from the ropes, tosses his hands on his hips and spins around with confidence, ready to take on the entire world and their mothers too! KAAAAA-RAAAAACCCCK!!!!! With enough power to level an entire city block, Johnny snaps his foot out instantly connecting with Kris’ jaw the second the twin turns, putting him flat on his back for the umpteenth time this evening! “JOHNNY KICK!” Shouts Mark! “That may just be enough to put Kris down, and with Fugue out of it for the moment we might be looking at our victor!” “Come on Fugue!” begs Riley as he stands from his seat and looks down at the Musician, who has just started to finally move after taking his plunge into the floor. Back inside the ring, the goods are all for the taking as Johnny steps up towards Kris, hovering over his body, which ignites the crowds once again as they wait with much anticipation. “Could it be?” Stevens holds his breath and crosses his fingers. “Is he going to go for an...” Stevens stops mid-sentence when Johnny answers the question, suddenly throwing his balled up fist high into the air! “Yes!” Cries Stevens, echoing the crowds sentiments. “Dangerous is going to go for an Armed and Dangerous! If he nails this, Kris will be put down for eternity!” With everyone focused upon Johnny Dangerous, nobody except for that little kid stuck way up in the nosebleeds that nobody even cares about anyways, notices Fugue finally getting back up. A quick glance into the ring tells the mastermind of pain, that he needs to act fast and so he does! Quickly, he rushes over towards an unsuspecting Funyon, dumps the poor announcer out of his chair before he even realizes that he’s on the floor, and makes off with his newly acquired weapon. Johnny suddenly takes off for the ropes, charging in like an out of control locomotive while everyone cheers him on, still none to the wiser about Fugue! From deep within his innards, the Referee suddenly feels a sneeze of devastating magnitudes coming upon him and so like any gentleman would, he politely turns his head and sneezes just as Johnny blazes into the ropes! CRACK!!! “YES!” Cries Riley as Fugue makes his presence felt once again, slamming his chair into Dangerous back as he leans into the ropes! “I knew Fugue would come through for us!” Fugue quickly tosses his chair aside before the Referee has time to notice, then hops up to the apron while Johnny painfully stumbles forward, holding dearly to his throbbing back while gritting down on his teeth! The opening is seen and the Musician waste no time taking it, quickly bouncing up to the top rope and springing off of it! He grabs Dangerous’ head from behind and jerks him down, grinding his skull into the canvas! WHAM!! “Oh!” winces Stevens! “A beautiful Springboard Bulldog! That may very well have put Dangerous’ lights out permanently, but I think it took every bit of energy out of Fugue!” Pointing out that all though Johnny Dangerous is down, Fugue simply flopped over onto his back after delivering the move, seemingly exhausted from the battle. “Damn!” says Riley. “He put Johnny down but it took everything he had. Now we have three men down and the Referee is about to issue the dreaded ten count!” “ONE!!!!” Not a single soul moves, and after double checking to make sure the count continues... “TWO!!!” “We are up to two, folks!” says Stevens, “and not one man is showing any signs of life!” “Wait, Mark!” exclaims Riley as he grabs hold of Stevens‘ arm. “LOOK!” Peering into the ring, Stevens sees what has caught the attention of Bobby Riley. One man begins to move, and that man is... "KRIS! Kris is moving!” Hollers a surprised Mark Stevens! Low and behold he has, but that still doesn’t stop the Referee from continuing his count... “THREE!!!” Kris rolls over onto his stomach, shaking his head of the many blows he has sustained and is shocked to see not just one of his opponents out cold, but both of them! The crowds let out a mighty cheer, and this time it is for the surviving member of Deja Vu as he begins to crawl forward towards the bodies of Johnny Dangerous and Fugue. “Go, Kris!” Cheers Mark, literally on the edge of his seat. “Fugue and Johnny Dangerous have been brutally fighting over trying to pin Kris, and it just may backfire on them! Such resilience this rookie has!” “FOUR!!!” The referee keeps the count going, but that doesn’t stop Kris from trying to drag his carcass towards the finish line. Slowly but surely he edges himself closer and closer towards the pair, until finally reaching Fugue and limply tossing his arm over the Musician’s chest. Instantly putting his count to rest, the Referee hurls himself down to the mat and begins to make the count with the crowds counting along! ONE!!!! “THIS IS IT! THIS IS IT!” Cries Stevens! “NO! NO! NO!” TWO!!!! “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE LOOKING AT THE MOST SHOCKING NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS TO THE TAG TEAM TITLES IN THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE SWF!!!” “NOOOOOOOOOOO...” “THREEEEEEEEEEE-” -Fugue’s eyes suddenly bolt wide open and his reflexes take over when he sees the Referee’s hand coming down, and tosses his shoulder up! “NO!!!” Shouts Stevens as he leaps from his seat! “Fugue got the shoulder up by the very skin of his teeth!” “Whew!” Exasperated, Bobby wipes the sweat from his brow! “By God, that was a close one, but I knew Fugue wouldn’t let us down!” Determined to try again, Kris simply shifts his body over, tossing his arm over the chest of Johnny Dangerous. “He’s going to try again!” ONE!!!! TWO!!!! Suddenly, Fugue jumps to his feet and just as quickly dives for Kris with both fist clenched together and stretched out as far as he can reach! THR- WHAM!! “Not quite, the attempt is broken by Fugue!” says Stevens just after the Musician’s fist sinks into Kris’ back, knocking the twin off of Johnny, and breaking the pin. Standing to his feet, Fugue reaches down and lifts a fatigued Kris to his feet by his chin, then rears back and lands a good sized punch into the twins jaw just for good measures! Kris stammers back holding onto his head, reaching out for the ropes to lean on when Fugue reaches around and locks his hands around Kris’ waist! His eyes widen about a mile, knowing he’s about to go for flying lessons and reaches out for the ropes, hoping to keep himself on level ground, but the Musician proves to be far quicker, lifting him right off the mat and slamming his neck into the mat with a German Suplex! WHAM!! “Ohh!” Mark winces at the impact. “He’s pulling him back up, he’s turning this into a set of Rolling German’s!” “Oh, Hell yes!” replies Riley. Not quite as Fugue does indeed pull the twin back to his feet but lets go of his waist, opting instead for a Full Nelson hold! “Here it comes!” shouts Riley, riddled with excitement! “Fugue’s going to put this Moron through the most painful experience of his life!” Kris puts up absolutely no resistance to the Musician, who lifts him high off his feet and slams him ass first into the mat! WHAM!! “CODA! CODA!” cries Bobby! “This could only lead to one thing! Sweet beautiful Harmony!” Like expected, Fugue flips himself over Kris while never letting go of his firm grasp, locking in the Harmony! The Referee moves in quick, asking Kris if he submits but the twin gives no reply.” “What the hell?” ask Riley. “Is he stupid? Why isn’t he tapping out? How can he even think about resisting the Harmony.” “I think that might be because he’s already knocked out.” Stevens points out, and upon a closer examination his theory proves to be correct. Figuring this out as well, the Referee goes to his alternate plan, the Technical Knock Out count! Grabbing onto Kris’ arm, the Referee lifts it into the air, holds it for a second then lets go... THUD! Kris’ arm falls lifelessly to the mat, giving the Referee his first count. “ONE!!!!” As if on cue, Johnny once seemingly dead as a doornail, springs to his feet setting off a round of cheers! One quick glance towards Fugue, and Dangerous knows he is in trouble! Quickly, Johnny puts a plan in motion grabbing onto the ropes on both sides of the corner turnbuckle and leaps to the top in a single bound! “TWO!!!!” The Referee calls out after letting Kris’ arm drop for the second time. “That’s two!” says Stevens. “and oh my God... NO, JOHNNY!” “It’s no use, there is no way Johnny Dangerous can get there in time!” Shouts Riley. “Even if he does, he would be disqualified! Fugue has his back arched, he would be killed!” To the crowds however, Johnny is a symbol of hope. Hope that victory will not go to the bad guys this time, so cheer they do like never before! Johnny stands atop the turnbuckle then hurdles himself off of it, soaring through the air like a great Bald Eagle just as the Referee hoist Kris’ arm up for the third and final time- “-BUT CAN JOHNNY DANGEROUS MAKE IT THERE IN TIME!!” Shouts Mark, hanging for dear life onto the edge of his chair, watching as Johnny makes a frog like motion in mid air just a foot away from an unsuspecting Fugue while Kris’ arm is released... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . WWHHHAAAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!! Exploding beyond all belief, the crowd roars in approval as Johnny rams his torso into the Musician’s, thrusting Fugue down to the mat harder than ever before!!! Kris is instantly released, letting his body flop lifelessly to the mat but saving the match as the Referee dived out of the way like a Vietnam Veteran dodging a grenade, to avoid the collision! “SWEET BABY JESUS!” Cries Riley, stunned out of his mind for the actions he just witnessed! “Fugue is broken in half! I can’t believe Johnny Dangerous just did that!” “Seeing is believing, Bobby!” says Mark. “Believe that he will try and make good on a pin too as I do not think Fugue is getting up from that one!” Johnny quickly shoves the surging pain in his chest aside, latching onto Fugue’s leg and rearing back, pinning the Musician with authority and hoping to God that this will secure his win! The Referee drops to make the count... ONE!!!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!!! DING! DING! DING! “YES! JOHNNY DANGEROUS HAS DONE IT!” Shouts Mark, while Bobby drops his head into his hands as the mourning begins! The theme from ‘Mission Impossible II’ thunders across the arena, while the fans shower Johnny with a tremendous ovation! Johnny is hesitant to get to his feet, holding tight to his burning midsection until the Referee grabs his free arm and thrusts it high into the air! “Your winner,” bellows Funyon, “and new Number One Contender’s to the Smarks Wrestling Federation’s Tag Team Championship.... WIIILLLLLLLLLLLD ANNNNND DAAAAAAAAAAANGEROUUUUUUUUUSS!!!!!!!!!!” “Thanks to Johnny Dangerous, Wild and Dangerous are now contenders to the Tag Team Titles.” notes Stevens. “All three teams put in a valiant effort, but in the end I feel the right ones came out on top! As much as I like Deja Vu, there skills need to be honed a bit more before attempting a title shot!” “What about the Instruments of Destruction?” Riley fires back! “They were robbed in my opinion. Fugue had Kris right where he needed him, and Johnny just had to screw that one up!” “You take you openings where ever you can, that‘s just apart of this business.” “Well,” says Riley. “at least I can take joy in the fact that they will be facing Justice and Rule. There is no way in hell, Wild and Dangerous can defeat them!” “That’s as long as Justice and Rule can survive the newly reformed Chilly Chilly Bang Bang.” retorts Stevens, instantly Bobby smacks himself in the head. “D’oh! I forgot about that!” “That’s right. That match will follow the ICTV Championship Ladder Match! Who will claim the vacant title? Danny Williams or the spiteful Jamie Drazon? Find out, next!”
  25. Secret Agent

    April 4th Storm card!

    Was there nobody for me to have a match against? I had all the time the next two days to write one too. Please don't give me the "not everyone can be booked every show", because I'm the only one left off. P.S. King, please don't take that comment wrong, I mean it with the utmost Respect.
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