King Cucaracha

Shit, thought I had. Consider it fixed.

Backstage we go, as a very nervous looking Josh Matthews is standing by. With one man on one side, two on the other and a whole host of officials standing in the wings, Matthews glances around and waits for his cue to start, in the hope that he can soon get the hell away. MATTHEWS Josh Matthews, standing backstage with Christian Wright and Bohe... Bohemoth glares at Josh, prompting him to quickly backtrack. MATTHEWS ...HI-YAH Heavyweight Champion, Bohemoth. Alongside Leon Rodez as well. Now, we heard a little earlier that OAOAST Chief Executive Bill Watts has made a huge match for License To Pin, in the form of Ultimate X. For the X-Division Title, first time ever in the OAOAST. Now, we'll get to that in a minute...but, guys, it's tonight that's obviously on your mind right now. You have to TEAM together here tonight to take on Peter Knight and Jay Richards. And the 'no contact' stipulation is still in place. Question is, can you two get along, or will you self destruct tonight. RODEZ Wel... Suddenly, Wright reaches from the other side and snatches the microphone from under Rodez's nose. WRIGHT It's not a question of 'getting along' Joshua. I've made my thoughts perfectly clear in the past few weeks concerning you, Leon Rodez. Until you change your ways, or are forced to change your ways, then you can never be anything other than a mortal enemy to myself and everything I believe in. We will never 'get along'. But I have enough intelligence to know that tonight isn't the time to take out my frustrations. Much as I'd LOVE to teach you a lesson, personally, I'm not going to happen tonight. All I have to do is hold myself back for three more days. A mere, three days. And then, I can do whatever I want to you! Rodez smirks, holding himself back from any physical contact. WRIGHT How we can co-exist tonight, I have no idea. But we'll have to find a way. Because I refuse to let you cost me the X-Division Title again Leon Rodez, much less my OAOAST career! Mortal enemy or not, tonight I am willing to participate in this match alongside you. All you have to do is listen. You listen to me and we will do fine. Let me do the strategising, then everything will come together. Oh...and do me a favour. Leave Peter Knight to me. You can deal with Richards. Leave Peter Knight in my hands, to my devices. Reaching over, Rodez takes the microphone back. RODEZ First of all...mortal enemy? Is this a comic book all of a sudden? What are you, 'Morality Man'? 'The Human Dictionary'? [i][b]"My loser-senses are tingling"[/i][/b] WRIGHT (off camera) Very funny. RODEZ You know, I'm sensing a lot of hostility here from you and your sidekick here and to be honest, I really don't get why. So, I made a few dirty movies... WRIGHT (off camera) [i]Hundreds[/i] of 'dirty movies'. RODEZ Hey, if you got it, use it. But, that's in the past. If anything, it should be me hostile to you. I mean, you broke a lava lamp over my head. Cost me the X-Division Title. Destroyed Faqu's leg. Busted up James Blonde's ribs. Got somebody to attack my sister. Cost me the HI-YAH Heavyweight Title. Twice. That's a whole lot to be hostile about. Yet, I'm not. I'm not getting pent up with rage and anger and turning into some emo kid who writes songs about clowns dieing and stomping on roses. Even after all that, I'm willing to tag with you tonight. And hey, after the show, maybe we can go out for a drink. Hit the bars, hit the clubs, hit the women. Not literally. That's abuse. But, you know, hit them from behind. Hit em up style. We can party all night. You know what I mean, right? Rock out with our cocks out. Hang out with our wangs out. The camera pans off to the right, Wright standing with mouth agape, staring in disbelief at Rodez. RODEZ Is that a yes? WRIGHT NO! I want NOTHING to do with you, Rodez! Nothing! The only thing I want from you is to take your beating like a man on Sunday night and to finally learn your lesson and change your ways! Until then, I suggest you get your head in the game. Because I refuse to have you cost me another match. Motioning to Bohemoth, Wright walks off, with his bodyguard following close behind. RODEZ Ditto. MATTHEWS Uhm...well, with that said, let's move onto Ultimate X Leon. First time ever in the OAOAST. And, I suppose it's only fitting that you would be involved. RODEZ I guess so. After all, it's no more than I deserve. At the risk of sounding big headed, I pretty much carried the X-Division on my back since the end of October last year. I was the one finding challengers. I was the one defending the title. Sometimes, it seemed like I was the only one who cared about the X-Division Title. Guys like Drek Stone want to say I was 'wasting my time' with the belt, but that's just plain wrong. I respected the title, the division, the exposure it gave me, the whole deal. Zack Malibu. Chris Stevens. Panther. The Blurricane. The Superstar. K-Money. I beat them all in the X-Division. When I came back, my intentions were pretty clear in my mind. Get my hands on Christian and get back my X-Division Title from The 70s Dude. A fat, talentless nobody who didn't deserve a shot at the belt, let alone the belt itself. I got screwed out of the belt and look what happened to it. Out of my hands, it got disrespected by someone who should have been on his knees, thanking God he even got the OPPORTUNITY to challenge for the belt! Josh, I didn't spend 6 months of my life defending that belt around the country to see it disappear off the map. Pent up anger released, Rodez smiles. RODEZ But, now, I've got a chance to get back the belt I never should have lost in the first place. Peter Knight...I've got a lot of respect for him. No problems with him wearing that X around his waist. Sure, he's a little taller than your traditional X-Division wrestler. And sure, he's a little heavier than your traditional X-Division wrestler. Heck, if I hadn't campaigned for whatever weight limit there was left to get dropped so I could get more challengers, he wouldn't have been the champion. But, like I say, much respect for PK. Wright, I don't need to say any more about. And then we've got Jay Richards. Part of 'CSI'. I don't know all that much about him, but if he's anything like his buddy Chris Stevens, I'll enjoy the chance to get my hands on him. Rodez sighs, leaning on Matthews shoulder with a smirk. RODEZ Pray tell Josh. How do you win an Ultimate X Match? MATTHEWS Well, there's chains over the ring in the shape of an X...and you have to shimmy across the chains to the center, where the belt is hanging. Then, you grab the belt and you win. Rodez pats Josh on the back. RODEZ Correct. So, really, it doesn't matter a whole lot who my opponents are at License To Pin. So long as I'm the one to climb across the X, grab the belt and retrieve it...it could be Peter Knight. Christian Wright. Jay Richards. Drek Stone. Zack Malibu. Dr. Steven Pigley. The Vampire Warrior. With a cough to interrupt, Matthews whispers something in Rodez's ear. RODEZ ...really? Him? MATTHEWS *nods* Mulling over his discovery, Rodez stands silently for a few seconds, before Matthews again coughs. RODEZ Wha, wha...Oh, yeah, sorry. Like I was saying...it doesn't matter who it is I'm facing at Ultimate X. Because, after six months as champion and after three months as former champion, the itch has come back. MATTHEWS Oh, man, I know the feeling. Did you sleep with an Asian too? RODEZ The [i]proverbial[/i] itch. To be X-Division Champion... MATTHEWS Oh. Of course. Rodez glances at Matthews, eyebrows raised, before shaking the thoughts out of his head. RODEZ It's been a long three months without that X wrapped around my waist. At License To Pin though, nobody and nothing will stop me from climbing across those chains and grabbing my belt back, becoming the two-time...two-time...OAOAST X-Division Champion. Nothing. With a last despairing glance at Matthews, Rodez shakes his head and walks off.

The thing is, British cops have tasers too and in the latest arrests today, it seems they did use a stun taser on one of the criminals. I would imagine a taser wouldn't solve the problem of 'is he wearing a bomb' though, because they only stun temporarily, so they in theory could recover and set-off the bomb before it can be disabled. Well, unless you're a cop or in the army, I'm sure nobody'd mind when you get locked up.

zyn- Oulette was X. He was also Quebecer Pierre and I think had the pirate gimmick in 95 too.

103. He's a human being. HAVE SOME COMPASSION!! *breaks down sobbing*

Who, me? It's not that I don't care about the topic. I don't care that Magnus has lost a job. I DO care that he's not on my TV, for a few months at least.

-DEACON'S FEDS- XPW~! Hot Shit Wrestling~! HSW 2.0~!

This Maddix/Cortez angle was meant for me and Todd Royal, pretty much since I teamed up with him in the SJL. We'd have still been heels (this would have been for Genesis V, actually) and I'd have turned face and played the Cortez role. Unfortunately, Todd's 'net screwed up and whether it's fixed or not, I'm not exactly sure. But, he hasn't been back either way. Infact, I probably never would have turned face at all had Todd not gone and then Tom propositioned me about Genesis V.

What Placebo said... Plus, you're going to recognise that as a Simpsons DVD if you pass by it, more than you would the regular design, I guess.

Fine, if I were a sheep. My opinion differs from yours, so obviously, my response to him being written off TV differs too. You're the fool for completely missing the point of the arguement. I'm not saying he should be fired because I don't like the job he did...I'm saying, if he was, I don't care because I don't like the job he did. So, I should care about Magnus because OTHER people liked him? Uhm, I DO realise that. Okay, he's not to blame for the character. The fact he bored me to tears on the mic and was dull as day old dishwater in the ring IS his fault, not the writers. Am I supposed to blame OVW for not training him properly, despite the fact he must have trained indipendentely from OVW beforehand. I don't have a moral obligation to care about people I've never met. If a character entertains me and a wrestler entertains me, as a viewer, I'll care about it. If it doesn't...why should I? Sure, I'm going to feel sorry for someone who loses their job, if only for a few seconds. Human nature. But if I don't think they're doing it well, surely it's my right not to care about it. Here, in the real world, as opposed to whatever magic, fairy filled paridise your opinion's flown from, we're subjective. As a wrestling fan, I watch wrestling to enjoy wrestling. I don't watch wrestling to watch nice people getting money and having secure jobs and enjoying their lives. Sure, it sucks for those fired. But life goes on. Magnus'll get another job, I'll still watch wrestling and he'll be forgotten by everyone whining within months, guaranteed.

As opposed to 'Hulk Hogan impersonator'? But then again, it worked for Alan Funk, didn't it? BTW, wasn't the board bitching because Eddie didn't reveal his secret at The Bash? Yet, now the secret's revealed, we're bitching again. Not to say it is warranted, but lets have a little consistancy people.

The SWF Presents: An SWF.com Exclusive~! In the usually unseen areas of the Croke Park Stadium, it's a scene of calm. Silence. Tranquility even. Smarkdown has so far passed off, more or less, without incident. With only the faint sounds of the fans cheering on Wildchild in his battle with Spike Jenkins out in the ring to be heard, the scene is quiet. Almost, too quiet. "No No No NO NO NO NO NO!" Silence broken, Landon Maddix limps through the hallways fresh off his beating at the hands of Danny Williams, barging past anything even remotely resembling an obstacle. Maddix's eyes are filled with fire as he reaches the end of the corridor, looking down either turning that he's faced with. Until finally, he spots what he's looking for and takes off to the left. "SOAPDISH!" As the camera peers down the hallway, Soapdish notices Maddix lumbering towards him and thinks about making a run for it, but decides against it. "Soapdish! What the HELL was that!?!" "Landon, I know you're upset..." "You're god-damn right I'm upset!!" Maddix snaps, not letting Soapdish get a chance to explain himself. "You might very well be stupid, but I know for a fact you're not blind! He had the chain! You saw the chain, you saw him about to hit me and you did NOTHING about it!! You screwed me Soapdish!" "Bu..." "I had Danny beat! I had him on the ropes, he was DONE!" "Bu..." "Damn it Nicky, you've been on my case so many damn times in the past about nothing little things and yet, Danny can bring a chain into the ring!?!" "But...you were the one who brought the chain in." Maddix pauses. "Well...yea...THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!!" yells the increasingly fuming Maddix, while Soapdish rolls his eyes. "I didn't USE the chain!" "Neither did Danny." Hands on hips, Maddix pauses again. "...okay, okay. Look, you made a bad call, I can understand that. And it's okay. See, there's still time for you to go out there and sort it out before the show ends. I don't know what you think'd be best. Reversing the decision, for threatening to use a steel chain. Restarting the match. I don't mind what..." "I can't do that Landon." "Look...the only reason I came to you was because I know Flesher won't do squat about this. He'll just give me the bullshit, 'referee's decision is final, none of my business, excuse me while I prise Allison off my balls' excuse for why he won't lift a finger to help me out. So, I want the referee...to change his final decision." "Like I said, I can't do tha..." "Nicky..." "You lost." Soapdish finally states bluntly. "I'm sorry, okay. I did my job, that's all I can do. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to go call my girlfriend...you'll have to take it up with Tom." Soapdish sighs and leaves, leaving Maddix to stare on with arms folded. "What girlfriend? Do you EVER stop lying!?!" Maddix calls out after Soapdish, before sitting on a nearby equipment case to continue his sulking. There he sits for a few seconds, before glancing up and noticing the camera that has been following him for the first time. "Oh, great. As if things couldn't get any worse, now I've got the frikkin' Blair Witch Project following me around. What is this, an internet thing? An exclusive chance to laugh it up at Landon Maddix's expence some more? Well, great. Go ahead, laugh it up, Landon Maddix gets embarassed again. Another dream of success and making history flushed down the tube." Staring down, Maddix looks into his hands solemnly. "I was one away. ONE away. I know that every single fan in that arena was dying to see me upstaged. They couldn't bare for me to have any sort of success. And they got their wish. Danny Williams beat me. But to do so, he needed to pull my hair, pull my tights, use lowblows, threaten to hit me with a chain and then tell his crooked buddy referee to count a pinfall that shouldn't stand! Fact is, the loss shouldn't even count...I should be back here with the champagne popped, the streamers flying, the celebrations kicked off for my big trio of tapout victories. I..got...SCREWED!! But do any of you care? Of course not. You're happy to see me kicked while I'm down, so long as it's by one of the 'nice guys'. Let's face it...the only reason any of you people jumped onto my bandwagon was because I was beating all your enemies. You cheered me against Chris Card, you cheered me against The Suicide King. You LOVED me when I was going after Toxxic. It's all the same with you people. 'Oh, yeah, Landon Maddix, I've always been his biggest fan, he's so l33t'. Where were you when I was part of The Unnamed? Where were you when I was carrying the SJL on the back despite it's impending death. Where are you NOW!?!" Looking into the camera, a sour look comes over Maddix's face. "None of you ever gave a crap about me. This past year has been a complete farce. I came out, you cheered me...and for some reason, I loved it. It'd been so long since people gave me anything other than abuse when I walked out into an arena, that for some reason it seemed like a breath of fresh air. Now though, I can finally see that it was a breath of steaming crap. De-facto Niceguy isn't my thing. So, I'm going back to the old days. The old Landon Maddix. The one who ended my SJL career on a 10-0 streak. The Landon Maddix that doesn't give a crap if you people are booing me or cheering me. I'm going back to what works." A smile slowly creeps onto Maddix's face, as he stands up. "Enjoy your laughter while you can. Because soon enough...I'm gonna cram it down each and every one of your throats! See, I might not be able to make you people like me. But when I'm done, I'll be damned if you people aren't forced to respect me! Now, get the hell out of my face." Maddix turns and storms off (limping slightly, wobbling a little to the left and with his hands held out in front of him due to the gradual swelling in one eye), as the feed fades out.

Last time I checked, I was the one buying the PPVs and tuning into the TV shows. Hassan/Magnus' job was to go out and wrestle (as in WWrestlingE) and entertain (as in WWEntertainment). I know that. Doesn't mean I should care that a mediocre wrestling isn't wrestling for the #1 promotion for a while. I watch the WWE to be entertained. Hassan worked for the WWE. Put 2 and 2 together, please. As for the writers comments...Well, duh.

Good Annie on commentary match? Any of my SJL matches would suffice. *puts cock away* EDIT: Shit, I just realised, I won't even need commentary in my match. Guess I'll have to promo again (*fed groans*) to get in the token Riley is a h0m0 jokes.

Well, it's hard to use that match as an example. For the mostpart, Joe wouldn't do half of the stuff he did in that match to your regular ROH guy. And for the mostpart, it wouldn't be sold the same. Necro is crazy enough to take an Exploder bump on his forehead, where-as most (i.e 99%) guys wouldn't be. Hell, he was trading legit punches with Nick Gage about 5/6 hours after the Joe match. Necro just doesn't care. I'm sure Joe does and I'm sure he's a safe worker.

I feel sorry that the guy was lumbered with bad writing, but why should I care that someone who didn't entertain me in the slightest isn't in the company anymore (if he's indeed fired or let go)? It's like crying if the guy in McDonalds, who seems like a very nice guy and works the till like a pro, gets fired for not cooking my fries properly.

"PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Back on Smarkdown and Incubus' "Megalomaniac" hits to a booming reception of boos, as Landon Maddix makes his way out onto the large stage erected at the head of Croke Park Stadium. Stopping after a couple of steps, a deep sigh escapes Maddix, stretching out arms and legs in some last minute preparation for one of the biggest matches and certainly biggest challenges of his career. Maddix then sets off down the ramp with the jeers of the Irish crowd still surrounding him. "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Huron, South Dakota...he weighs in at two hundred, twenty two pounds... LANDON... "LA CUCARACHA"... MMMAAAAAAAAADDIIIIIIXXXXXXXXX!!!" "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" A look of pure focus adorns Maddix's face as he jogs up the steps, entering the ring and holding his arms aloft. More boos greet the gesture. But Maddix doesn't seem to notice, too lost in his own thoughts to care about the fans'. "Welcome back to Smarkdown, where we are set for the big 'challenge match'." Pete confirms, for anyone stupid enough not to know. "That man you see in the ring asked for this match on Lockdown, actually making the challenge to Danny Williams...he all but called Danny out." "This whole deal with Megan's made him lose his grip on reality, Pete." sneers King. "Apparantly, he's trying to prove something to Megan. This certainly isn't the way to go about it. Let's face it, Megan isn't going to wanna manage Maddix when his nose is on the other side of his head." "What if he pulls out a win though?" "C'mon Pete, we both know that's not gonna happen." Removing his jacket, Maddix goes through some more late stretches, eyes fixed up the rampway. Already, as the music fades, the chants are building. Building louder and louder by the second, for what seems longer than the few seconds of silence the fans are bathed in. Until the bass line of In Flames’ “Jester’s Dance” sounds out over the speakers, to a MONSTER pop from the crowd! Maddix tries his best to look undettered, but his breathing already seems noticeably faster and deeper as around him, the chants grow again. "DAN-E!" "DAN-E! "DAN-E!" Suddenly, in kick the power chords, cheers going up again all around the stadium as the man himself, Danny Williams, strides through the entrance way. Danny pauses for a moment to get a good look at the opposition awaiting him, before striding down the ramp, oozing confidence. "And his opponent! Hailing from Louisville, Kentucky...weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds... DDAAAAAAAAAAAANN-EEEEEEE... WWWWIIIIILLLLLLIIIAAAAAMMMMSSSSSSSSS!!" "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" As Danny climbs to the apron, Maddix takes himself out of the line of fire by leaving the ring to collect his thoughts on the floor. Danny meanwhile vaults into the ring, to another reception from the fans. Walking casually over across the ring, Danny stares out over the top at Maddix, who is busily trying to psych himself up and doesn't notice Danny peering over him. Maddix eventually turns around and Danny encourages him to get into the ring. But Landon just tells referee Sexton Hardcastle to get the three-time World Champion backed up before going back to his psyching up. "Oh man, Danny looks ready to go here tonight!" enthuses Pete. "Which is nothing but bad news for Landon Maddix!" "Danny's always ready to go. The fact that Maddix tried to punk him out last week is only going to seal his fate here tonight." Danny reluctantly backs up to his corner, while Maddix takes his time over climbing back to the apron. Clearly, Maddix isn't feeling quite so cocky and confident about challenging Danny now that he's seeing him in the flesh. But all the same, Maddix enters the ring. Danny's eyes are transfixed, waiting patiently to finally get his hands on the cocky kid daring to challenge him... "DAN-E!" "DAN-E! "DAN-E!" ...as are the crowd, solidly in Danny's camp. *DINGDINGDING!* Finally, Hardcastle calls for the bell and the match is underway. Cautiously, Maddix leaves his corner...but, seeing Danny striding towards him, he decides to take another powder. Danny stops in his tracks and sighs with a shake of the head, watching in frustration as his opponent fends off some abuse from the fans nearest him. "DAN-E!" "DAN-E! "DAN-E!" "I don't know if these are mind games from Landon or he's just afraid to lock up with Danny, but either way these Dubliners don't like the stalling tactics here." Danny is once more backed into his corner by Hardcastle, while Maddix continues to pace on the floor. But eventually, Danny has had enough. Rolling out of the ring on the referee's blindside, Danny jogs around the ring with Maddix in his sights. The Next Generation is busy arguing with some front row fans as Danny closes in on him, with Landon only just spotting him in time to run away. The chase goes around the side, Maddix rolling into the ring and Danny hot on his heels. As Danny rolls in though, Maddix ambushes him with a quick boot to the side of the head! Danny tries to pull himself up quickly, but Maddix keeps stomping at the side of the head repeatedly to keep him at bay. At least six of the stomps connect with Danny's head, before Maddix reaches down to help Danny to his feet. Grabbing an arm, Maddix then looks for an irish whip. But nothing happens, as Danny puts the brakes on! Maddix tries again, but Danny continues to dig in his heels leaving Maddix powerless to budge the stocky Kentuckian. A third attempt fails too, before Danny charges and buries his knee into Maddix's gut. "Well, Landon had Danny reeling for a moment...but he's screwed now." smiles King confidentally. Taken off his feet, Maddix falls to his knees and instantly tries to beg off. Danny shows no mercy however as he scoops Landon under the armpits, lifting him to his feet and smashing him with a forearm strike! The force of the strike causes Landon's legs to buckle underneath him, his attempts to defiantly stay on his feet failing miserably. "DAN-E!" "DAN-E! "DAN-E!" The chants go up again from the impressed crowd as Maddix drags himself wobbling up to his feet, using the ropes for support. Danny watches on, lining up another forearm. But Landon beats him to the punch... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" ...with a knifedge chop. The desperation shot hardly makes a mark on the chiselled chest of Danny Williams however. Despite still seeing stars, Maddix doesn't back down this time, swinging again... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" ...lashing Danny with a second knifedge chop! A slight cringe from Danny subsides, making way for a wry smirk as Maddix finally realises his blows are having little to no effect! Infact, Danny is standing over Landon and daring him to try again and put some effort in this time. Maddix glances around, like a deer caught in headlights, eventually deciding to try again... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOO!!" ...and again, the chop has no effect!! "What is he DOING!?!" despairs King. "If Maddix is hoping to out-strike Danny Williams, he may very well have lost his grip on reality." Maddix looks back to Danny again, seeing him still standing tall and whining under his breath. He then turns away, looking ready to bail from the ring again...only to then turn on his heels and sprint at Danny. Quick as a flash, Danny ducks his head on Maddix and backbody drops him HIGH over head! Maddix crashes down to earth with a thud, rolling back to his feet instinctively and trying again. This time, Danny sidesteps the charge, buying himself time to measure Maddix on the rebound and fire off a Bionic Elbow that crushes Maddix's head into his shoulders and sends him crumpling to the canvas. And this time, Maddix doesn't get back up. Danny stares down with destain for a moment, before dropping to a knee and making an attempt at a cover... ONE! TW... Kickout. Still laid out, Maddix tries to shake out the cobwebs while Danny takes a moment to adjust his elbowpad. "A smart cover from Danny, despite knowing he stood little chance of the win." applauds Pete. "Keeping the pressure on the opponent at all times is a mark of a seasoned veteran." Groggily, Maddix forces himself to get back up moments later. Danny is waiting, spinning a quick 360 on his heels and firing off a Rolling Elbo...NO! Maddix ducks underneath the famous Danny Williams elbow, scooting behind Danny. Hooking his arms underneath the chin, the leaping Maddix plants his knees in Danny's shoulder blades in hope of a Mouth Crushmore Lungblower. Only trouble is, instead of being pulled to the canvas, Williams easily bares Maddix's 220 pounds on his back and blocks the move. Maddix bugs out, right as Danny lurches forward, bucking Maddix off his back like a bronco! Overhead flips Maddix, landing hard on his back again to an audible groan. But, still with all senses intact, he pulls himself up quickly all the same. Danny waits for him to turn, scooping low and pressing Maddix effortlessly overhead! The crowd roar for the show of brute strength, Landon unable to do anymore than beg in vain for a reprieve, as Danny parades him overhead for a few more seconds...before SLAMMING Maddix down to the mat! "Good lord." groans Pete. "Scary strength!" "The scary thing is, Danny's just getting started." Danny is completely in control now, as Maddix clutches his back while retreating into a corner and attempting to gain a breather. No chance of that though, as Danny reaches out and snatches an arm, whipping Maddix out of the corner. The irish whip gets a cheap pop from the Irish crowd, as Maddix hurtles back-first into the opposite corner of the ring, with enough force to rebound himself out towards the centre of the ring. Danny strides towards the stumbling opponent casually, drilling him over the top of the head with another Bionic Elbow! Dazed and confused, Maddix scrambles as best possible out of the ring to break Danny's momentum a little. "DAN-E!" "DAN-E! "DAN-E!" "Well, if Landon wasn't regretting his challenge earlier, I do believe he is now." Once again, referee Hardcastle ensures fair-play by keeping Danny across the ring from his opponent to give him mandatory recovery time. Time Maddix could clearly do with, as he wanders aimlessly around ringside looking badly dis-orientated. Danny is growing impatient with the stalling tactics, but doesn't see the need to rush himself and allows Maddix to take his time to climb back to the apron. Rather than enter the ring, Maddix stops on the apron, calling Hardcastle over and gesticulating angrily. "What's he doing here?" "I don't know, King...looks like he's complaining about something." "Wha? Maddix? Complaining? Oh...oh, god, somebody get the defibulator." Maddix continues to argue away with Hardcastle as Danny comes over to see what's going on. Quickly, Maddix leans away from Danny as far as possible, while still yelling at Hardcastle. The look on the ref's face doesn't look too 'believing'. But, he calls over Danny, asking him to hold his right arm out. "Wait, is Hardcastle...checking Danny's elbowpad?" "Uh huh." sighs King. "Oldest trick in the book..." Looking less than pleased at the unneccessary search, Danny rolls his eyes, while Hardcastle pads up and down the pad, looking for any weaponary. But, to little surprise, he's suddenly sent diving for cover, as Maddix flies into view and slams a double axehandle across the out-stretched arm before Danny has chance to pull it out of the way!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" King sighs. "Told ya." Danny curses under his breath and shakes out his arm, but Maddix charges him from behind, using all the strength he can muster to bundle Danny forwards and shoulder first into the turnbuckles! Stumbling back out, Danny is finally in some discomfort and Maddix takes the chance to issue some payback, in the form of a forearm strike! A second rocks Danny back a touch, allowing Maddix to take the arm and wring it out, applying a basic armbar. And by basic, I mean the kind that allows a wrestler like Danny Williams to execute a single legtrip, place his foot on Maddix's chest and simply pull his arm back out of the grip! Before promptly dropping an elbow to the chest! "So much for that." sneers King. Maddix pulls himself up and has finally had enough, hitting the ropes with gritted teeth... ...and stopping short. "Hey...IT'S CORTEZ!" Pete cries out in disbelief, as Todd Cortez suddenly appears on the stage...being held back by a plethora of suits and referees. Looking understandably worried, Maddix panics, not wanting to face Cortez's wrath if he gets away. The officials seem to have Cortez under control though, so Maddix turns around to finally complete his charge... ...and getting plucked off with the almighty AXE BOMBER~! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "AXE BOMBAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHDDDAANNGGEERRRRUUUUUSSS~!" Favouring his Bomber arm, Danny lounges on top to make the pin attempt, while Cortez is forced by numbers back through the curtain... ONE! TWO! THREEEE!! *DINGDINGDING!* "Your winner of the match...DANNY WWWIIILLLIIIAAAAMMMMSSSSSSS!!" "Danny wins, Cortez avenges, Maddix logs off."

The Line-Up Zandig, Nick Gage, JC Bailey, Necro Butcher, "Mr. Insanity" Toby Klein, Homeless Jimmy, Sexxxy Eddy, Mad Man Pondo, Brain Damage, "Spyder" Nate Webb, Beef Wellington, Eddie Kingston/Robbie Mireno. Announced First Round Matches: Zandig vs. Eddie Kingston/Robbie Mireno, Necro Butcher vs. Homeless Jimmy Stips (So far): Fans Bring The Weapons, 2/3 Ultraviolent tables (one barbed wire table, one lighttube table, one barbed wire & lighttube table), Barbed Wire Madness (Kinda like a four corners match, but with crazy barbed wire stuff and boards involved), Panes of Glass. I'm slowly becoming a deathmatch fan, so I might end up buying this one. The prospect of Eddie jobbing to Zandig kinda kills it for me at the moment though.

82. La Parka.

Riley and Comet again? Fuck yeah!

Well, hopefully Danny shows, otherwise I'm going to look quite the jobber.

Not specifically, although there's stuff that could be interpreted as minor mass facial homicide.

Hmm, so, something has come up so I can't finish up my match properly. I'll add some tacked on ending which will undoubtedly suck. This = teh sux0rs. EDIT: ...because I was looking forward to this match, although I doubt I'd have stood a chance of winning.

51. Bossman has a kick ass car with a giant speaker on top. Goldberg has nothin'

Name one GOOD match he had. I can't name one.