King Cucaracha

OMG, it's just like old times again! Only, you know, with me #1 on face pops. Hell, the only time I ever got ranked back in the old days was was when we had three active heels.

He was using Beastie Boys "Intergalactic" in ECW. And yeah, the short hair and flab threw me off too at first. Didn't he also use "One Step Closer" towards the end of his run?

Welcome to UK reality TV.

Hey, Tom, what happened to my Lockdown flashback series that I sent ya? And, can I be gettin' me opening promoage if possible?

**SWF.net EXCLUSIVE interview!** Ahead of the upcoming edition of SWF Lockdown, Benjamin Hardy (remember him?) is standing backstage with Landon Maddix and his manageress Megan Skye, ahead of the big main event tonight. "Hello smart-marks and welcome to a very special interview, with me Benjamin Hardy. On Lockdown it's champion versus champion, title versus title, Revolution Zero versus Martial Law...as Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix takes on "The Perfect Storm" Sean Davis in your main event. I'm here with Landon now ahead of the show, along with Megan Skye. And Landon, before we discuss the title for title match, I first want to get your thoughts on..." "Uhm, change of plans." Megan sheepishly interrupts. "Landon's trying to get his head straight before his match, so...I'll be answering the questions instead. If that's okay." Hardy glances to his side at Maddix, who stands rock-steady, gazing deep into the silver plated ICTV Title belt in his hands...and decides not to argue. "Oh...okay. Well, in that case, Megan...what is Landon's midset going into this upcoming match, considering that just five days ago on Storm, Sacred defeated him to become the two-time SWF World Heavyweight Champion." "Well, obviously he's not in the best of mindsets Benjamin." sighs Megan. "Being the World Heavyweight Champion of this company, or for that matter any company...is the pinnical of achievement. That's every wrestler's goal. To be the World Champion. So to finally get the gold and then lose it on your first defence? Obviously, it's hit him hard. But, we're here..we're ready..and we're all business. Storm is forgotten for now, because on Lockdown, Landon has a chance to hit right back at Revolution Zero and to take another piece of gold from their clutches." "Indeed he does. But, of course, it's title for title. So, by the time Lockdown is over, there is a chance Landon will have lost BOTH of his belts, in the space of five days." To Hardy's side, Maddix hears the words in his entranced state, grimacing slightly at the mere thought. "Your point?" "...well...I was just covering all possibilities..." "Benjy, I've got Landon as ready as he possibly can be. Sean Davis will have to be at the top of his game to beat my man." "Okay. Now, back to the original subject..." Hardy begins, nervously, trying not to strike the wrong nerves. "That being the World Heavyweight Championship. Can we expect Landon to go after the World Title in the near future?" "We'll see Benjy. But, for now, it's about the ICTV Ti..." "They said...I couldn't do it." Hardy jumps a little at the unexpected interruption...Maddix suddenly looking up from his reflection and beckoning the microphone over towards him. A rather pensive looking Megan motions for Landon to keep calm. Not that he notices. "They said, I couldn't win the Cold Front Classic." Maddix continues. "But I did it. Then, 'they' said I didn't stand a chance in hell against Toxxic. 'They' said I wasn't World Heavyweight Championship material. 'They' said that I was out of my depth. I spent the last two months of 2004 proving 'them' wrong and I ended up sitting on top of the world, looking down on all the naysayers below me. I was riding high. And now, here I stand. Nineteen days into the new year. Former...World Heavyweight Champion. Standing in this position, it's not hard to see why all these ex-World Champions get so bitter and twisted. That's exactly how I felt on Friday night when my hand tapped the canvas. When I came to my senses, with Clark and Cortez checking on me, Revolution Zero looking on from the rampway. When I had to walk back into my dressing room, knowing I'd let not only myself down, but my team-mates down as well. I felt bitter and twisted. Having to go back, beltless, knowing that Revolution Zero had the ball back in their court. That was tough. But when I got back into that dressing room, I didn't throw furniture around and have some sort of tantrum. No, no. Instead, I looked into Alan Clark's eyes. I looked into Todd Cortez's eyes. And I told them the war had only just BEGUN!" A nervous smile appears on Megan's face, as Maddix grabs the microphone from Hardy's hand. "You wanna know if I'm going to go back after that World Championship in the near future Ben? You bet your ass I am! But I'm gonna do it my way. I'm not going to whine, I'm not going to bitch and I'm not going to beg for a rematch. Unlike SOME ex-World Champions I could mention. Instead, I'm gonna do what I did the first time...and EARN myself the World Title shot! And, considering I'm not World Champion anymore..." Pausing for a moment, the ICTV Champion takes a deep breath before taking another look at the belt in his hands...and smiling, for the first time in probably the last five days. "...I've got a window free, January 30th." ... "Clusterfuck?" "Quick on the draw as ever." Megan mumbles in the background, as Maddix simply nods at Hardy. "Last year, I ended up having to defend the JL World Title against Sacred, meaning I couldn't enter the Clusterfuck with the rest of the JLers. Nobodies like Jimmy Liston and Alan Clark got the chance to go to From The Fire and get a World Title shot...and I didn't. But this year, there's nothing to stop me from entering. If Flesher, Stevens, Neilsen, Thoth...McCheese, or whoever the hell's running the SWF tommorrow wants me to defend whatever belt I may have at Clusterfuck...fine. I'll double-task. Doesn't bother me. All that bothers me...is that World Championship being under Revolution possession! I don't care who I have to go through to get it back. Wildchild. Johnny Dangerous. Dace. Toxxic. I know they're all looking at the Clusterfuck in the same way I am. Then there's Munich. Korgath. King and Davis. The big guys, who you'd automatically expect to have a good chance of winning. And who knows what surprises they'll throw up this year. It won't be easy. But, come January 30th, I challenge you to find a more determined man in that field of twenty." "And, just before we wrap things up, we've been hearing..." Hardy stops, coughing awkwardly. "Well...things, regarding you state of mind in recent days. Can we expect a different Landon Maddix now?" Maddix laughs to himself. "What did you hear exactly? That Clark and Cortez have spent the past few days avoiding the subjects that matter, for fear of me going nuts? Or, that Megan's had me listening to frickin' Coldplay ever since I lost the belt, to try and 'keep my head under control'? Fact, is, I lost the belt. Did I take my eye off the ball, once I'd overcome all the odds? Maybe. A little. But the fact is, I lost to the better man. Sacred beat me, made me tap, fair and square, just as I did to Toxxic. So what? Suddenly, everyone's expecting me to grow a few extra personalities, maybe disappear and come back calling myself The Sombre Enigma or some crap? Please. That might not be out of the realm of possibility for a certain stablemate of mine, but that's just not really me." "Well thank goodness for that!" chuckles Hardy. "I mean, seeing you trying to act like Janus would just be...well, funny as hell." Hardy laughs, a laugh that becomes more and more nervous as he realises Maddix is staring directly towards the side of his head. "You know...Ben..." Stepping behind Hardy, Maddix places a hand on the crack reporter's shoulder, causing him to flinch ever so slightly. After all, to Hardy, even Landon Maddix seems pretty intimidating. "...it's funny. I guess Toxxic isn't the only one who doesn't realise...I've got a dark side." "R-r-r...re...really?" ... "...NAH!" Chuckling to himself, Maddix pats a suddenly relieved Hardy on the back as he steps to his other side, smiling all of a sudden. "Puh-lease! Let's face it, if you don't buy me as Mr Death And Doom then no-one would. But, I do want to say this to Toxxic, so I hope you aren't too busy on your little straight edge computer, drinking your little straight edge Pepsi Max, posting on your little straight edge message boards or whatever the hell you sober, drug-free bores do all day. I may not be the most intimidating wrestler on the roster. I may not be six foot eleven, weigh four hundred seventy pounds and have five alter-egos. But I DO know how to beat YOU! And even though I may have be the most intimidating personality in the world, if you think that I'm gonna sit back and take the shit fro...wait, can I say shit?" "We..." "Second thoughts, half the people watching this are probably only doing it while they wait for their porn to download, so what the hell. Toxxic. Rev Zero. If you think I'm sit back and take the shit from you like that little cards I got sent from you, then you're dead wrong." Nodding to Maddix, Megan has forgotten all about the 'keep Maddix calm and sane' plan as is just letting her man go with the proverbial flow. "So, when it comes to Lockdown, Sean Davis really doesn't have reason to be intimidated. Where-as, on paper, I do. But rest assured Sean, you'd still better be Prepared For Landon. I may not be the epitimy of evil here. But I am royally pissed off with you and your little faction. So, come Lockdown, just like on paper...you will be big, you will be bad, but you WILL be my BITCH!" And with that, Maddix bids the viewing smarks 'adieu' and saunters off screen, Megan following close after, as Hardy watches on in somewhat of a state of bemusement. "I don't care how many personalities he says he has, that kid is messed up. This is Benjamin Hardy, signing off for SWF.net. Adios!"

Now that is good news. Not surprising, considering how close IWA:MS and CHIKARA have been working, but certainly good. Awesome name.

Look at Jericho's relationships and, if you can, sign up those with good relationships (friendship, loyalty, love) with him. Even if it's just as jobbers, you should get a message from him that he's pleased you signed whoever and his morale should rise a little. That's the quick way out, but I'm not sure if it's a long-term solution.

Cool stuff. I've been a Roderick fan ever since the Ted Petty. That match with Joe was certainly something. I don't think he'd do too bad in the WWE...his main offence staple is chops, he has a heap of backbreaker variations so his style isn't neccessarily going to need much toning down.

"Watch out, he's got a gun!" CHOP! WHOOOOOOOO! CHOP! WHOOOOOOOO! *gunman collapses* "...man, am I glad you guys were here."

Agreed.

I'm confused. Wasn't Hassan vs. Hurricane on Raw a Royal Rumble Qualifying Match? I could have SWORN Lillian announced it as one at least.

Qualifying Round Matches - Owen Hart d. Bob 'Spark Plugg' Holly with the Sharpshooter (4:20) - The British Bulldog d. Kama after a Running Powerslam. Kama was distracted moments earlier by the lights going out and an ominous 'gong'. (5:28) - Skip d. Savio Vega, after Vega was distracted by Sunny and Skip rolled him up for the 3. (6:10) - Razor Ramon d. Mabel when the 123 Kid returned and spinkicked Mabel from the top, into a Razor roll-up. (7:18) - Shawn Michaels d. I.R.S with the Superkick (7:29) - Yokozuna d. Bam Bam Bigelow with the Banzai Drop (4:57) - Lex Luger d. Tatanka with a Torture Rack (5:04) - Jeff Jarrett d. The Undertaker by CO, after Taker chased Kama to the locker room. (9:39) KOTR 1995 KOTR Quarter Final Match Razor Ramon (w/ Savio Vega) d. Skip (w/ Sunny) in 7:38 Skip took the match to the mat where he had the advantage, but Razor eventually fought back. Sunny tried to distract Razor, but Savio pulled her off the apron. That distracted Skip, allowing Razor to set him up for the Razor's Edge and advance on. KOTR Quarter Final Match Owen Hart (w/Jim Cornette) d. The British Bulldog in 14:47 A back and forth battle. Almost going to the time-limit, Owen managed to sneak the victory with a roll-up, complete with a handful of tights. Interview with Jerry Lawler. David vs. Goliath Match Mabel (w/Mo) d. The 123 Kid in 5:25 A valiant fight by The Kid, but he fell to a Mabel splash. Post match, MOM did a beatdown with Kid getting splashed twice more...until Razor and Vega made the save. Kid was carried out on a stretcher. KOTR Quarter Final Match Shawn Michaels d. Yokozuna (w/Jim Cornette) by CO in 6:39 Yoko pounded Michaels for the first few minutes, before HBK made his superman comeback. Out on the floor, Yoko was sent into the ringpost and KOed. Cornette couldn't get Yoko up, nor could Owen Hart who ran out to help, and Michaels advanced by countout. KOTR Quarter Final Match Jeff Jarrett (w/The Roadie) d. Lex Luger in 8:20 Luger had the match going his way, until interference from The Roadie. Luger KOed him with the forearm but got chopblocked by Jarrett. A few minutes later, Double J had Luger tapping to the figure-four to advance on. McMahon and Dok ran down the semi-final line-up. Owen vs. Razor, in a repeat of last-year's final, and Shawn Michaels vs. Jeff Jarrett. Razor Ramon interview. He vowed not to let Kid's injury affect his KOTR chances. Casket Match The Undertaker d. Kama in 7:13 A crushing win. Kama got some hard-hitting offence in, but Taker sat up from everything he could dish out. One tombstone, and Kama was rolled in the casket. KOTR Semi Final Match Razor Ramon (w/Savio Vega) d. Owen Hart (w/Jim Cornette) in 14:26 Another long match for Owen, who worked Razor's ribs unmercifully. Razor was able to gain the victory though, hitting Owen with the Razor's Edge on the third attempt in the match and getting the pinfall victory. Revenge from last year's final. Interview with Bret Hart. KOTR Semi Final Match Shawn Michaels d. Jeff Jarrett in 19:39 Jarrett was without Roadie, who was still KOed from earlier. After surviving a figure-four, Michaels made the comeback and eventually hit the superkick to earn a hard-fought victory. The announcers played up how much Jarrett impressed during the match. Submission Match Bret Hart d. Jerry 'The King' Lawler in 9:02 Bret dominated to begin, only for Lawler to gain the advantage through some shady tactics. He would have had the match won after two piledrivers, but of course it wasa submission match. Lawler tried for the Sharpshooter, which Bret countered into one of his own for the victory. Interview with Shawn Michaels. KOTR Final Shawn Michaels d. Razor Ramon in 25:38 A cracking final to the tournament. Michaels' bad leg and Razor's bad ribs were played into the match. During the closing stages, MOM came out after Razor, only for Michaels to help Razor fight the two men off. Officials took away MOM and the match continued on. Eventually, it was Michaels who managed to score the victory, escaping the Razor's Edge and superkicking his way to the King Of The Ring crown. Coronation Ceremony. Tag Team Grudge Match Sid and Tatanka (w/Ted DiBiase) d. Diesel and Bam Bam Bigelow in 11:40 A real war to end the show. Bam Bam was worked over through the match, but got the hot tag to the World Champion. However, DiBiase's interference prevented Tatanka from getting Jacknifed. And minutes later, Sid was able to powerbomb and pin the World Champion, much to the shock of Diesel.

If Taamo can spare some time to comment, it'd be real welcome. Or anyone else for that matter. Except Dace. He never likes my matches. -------------------------- The fans inside of Trump Plaza hotel and casino are loud and numerous tonight, and despite the action they've already seen tonight, they're more than ready for more. Which is a good job, because as the graphic on the rather out of place SmarkTron shows the arena, the main event is up next. There's no need for hype. No need for discussion. It's main event time, so let's get it on... "Ladies and gentlemen...THIS is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! Scheduled for one fall, it will be fought under STREET FIGHT RULES...and it is for the S W F WOOOOORLD HEAVYWEEEIIIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!" "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH... *PPPPFFFTTT!* "And here we go!" King cries, as voice becomes distorted by the static and the picture begins to go fuzzy. "Here comes history in the making!" “There is nothing wrong with your television set.” "Two years and three months ago, El Luchadore Magnifico's second World Title reign came to an abrupt end..." “Do not attempt to adjust the picture.” "...at the hands of a man named Andrew Blackwell...Sacred." “We will control the horizontal.” "Two years and three months on, Sacred has the chance to become a two-time World's Champion." “We will control the vertical.” "Against a kid who couldn't hold Magnifico's jock. And you know me Dogger, I'm a betting man...and I'm betting the bank on Sacred tonight!" “We are controlling transmission….” Finally the picture returns to normal, just as the lights begin to dim and "Tainted" by Lycia begins to seep through the P.A system. Boos thunder down from all sides of the arena, ready to greet Sacred as he emerges through the curtains. Not at his first picnic, Sacred seems to revel in the heated reaction he's recieving, stopping a moment as the spotlights hit him, following him down the aisle. "Introducing FIRST..." Funyon has to yell, over the rabid crowd. "...from Adelaide, Australia! Standing six foot one and weighing in at two hundred, sixteen pounds. The FORMER SWF World Heavyweight Champion. He is a member of Revolution Zero... THIS! IS! SSSAAAAACCCRRREEEDDD!!!!" The atmosphere in the arena is palpable as The Sacred One strides up the ring steps and enters the ring. Fans hurl abuse at the Aussie as he leans against the ropes, looking un-nervingly casual about the battle he's about to be in. "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON!" ...WAAAAAHHHHH... *DUM DUM* "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" To a sneer from Sacred, the crowd explode as "Megalomaniac" rocks the P.A system! Emerging through the curtains, the rather pensive looking World's Champion stops as Megan Skye emerges from behind him...somewhat surprising considering the rules of the match. As the crowd cheer wildly for the company's current numero uno, Maddix jigs on the spot trying to fire himself up. "And his opponent...is accompanied to the ring by his 'Perfect 10' MEGAN SKYE! From Huron, South Dakota. He stands five foot ten and weighs two hundred, twenty pounds. A member of Martial Law. The reigning Intercontinental Television Champion...AND, the reigning and defending SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! LANDON! "LA CUCARACHA"! MAAAAADDDIIIXXXX!!!" As his announcement ends, Maddix finally sets off down the ramp, all the way being fed words of encouragement by Megan. "The World Champion comes in fresh tonight, having not wrestled on Tom Flesher's pure wrestling orientated Smarkdown." "Which is probably because pure wrestling is an alien concept to him." sneer King. Reaching the ring, a deep breath is taken by Maddix as he unstraps the World Heavyweight Championship belt from around his waist, sliding it into the ring. Quickly referee Sexton Hardcastle scurries over and scoops up the gold prize, whilst Maddix clambers onto the apron. Sacred watches his opponent carefully as he does so. Meanwhile, as is customary, Hardcastle takes the belt, raising it high in the air, it's owner entering the ring as the prospective champion looks skywards... *WHAM!* "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" ...taking his eyes off of Maddix long enough from him to charge Sacred and clock him in the head with his OTHER title belt, the ICTV Title strap!!! Down goes Sacred to a roar of cheers, hitting his head on the bottom rope as he tumbles to the canvas, all the while Maddix pounding his upper torso with stomps! *DING DING DING!* "What the HELL sort of conduct is that from a World Champion!?!" King bemoans, as Maddix continues to batter Sacred with boots. "It's a Street Fight King. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do to survive." responds Pete. Grabbing his Aussie opponent by the hair, Maddix drags Sacred to his feet...and smashes him with a forearm. Sacred reels into the turnbuckles behind him, stumbling out with a weak guard up, which Maddix sweeps over with another forearm strike. And a third. But as Sacred takes that third strike, he finds the energy... *thwack!* "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" ...TO FIRE RIGHT BACK, WITH GUSTO! The ferocious strike sends Maddix staggering away from Sacred holding his jaw, which gives Sacred time to line Maddix up. Around turns the dazed World Champion, just as Sacred charges and takes him down with a running forearm. Maddix bounces off the mat, pulling himself quickly back as Sacred turns and mows through Maddix with another forearm. Again Landon rolls to his feet quickly, Sacred catching him coming up in a side headlock which he makes sure to wrench up on immediately. Maddix is not trapped in the hold for long however, firing off the forearms to the kidneys to loosen the hold before pushing Sacred away and into the ropes, waiting for The Sacred One to come back. Roaring on the way, Sacred swings a forearm with velocity which Maddix is able to duck under, hitting the ropes himself as around turns the challenger, dropping down as a roadblock in front of Maddix. Up and over goes the champ, continuing on as Sacred comes up, only to drop down once more. Again Maddix is ready to leap over Sacred and hit the opposite strands, Sacred sticking with his position on the mat as Maddix leaps a third time... ...but this time, Sacred reaches up just as Landon is airborne, clutching onto the ankle of his opponent which causes him to collapse face-first to the canvas. Sacred meanwhile rolls across the back of Maddix's body, once..twice..a third time, ending up by Maddix's head and applying a front facelo... ...nope, Maddix grabs Sacred's arm before he can lock his hands, spinning off to the side with somewhat of an arm-wringer and then coming up to one knee with the arm-barred. Coming up to his feet, The Sacred One drives in three quick knees, all expertly placed in Landon's mid-drift, enough to free his arm and send Maddix hurtling towards the ropes. A forearm is swung but Maddix ducks and continues his run, shooting back into Sacred's waiting tilting and whirling arms. Maddix escapes the tilt-a-whirl though, landing beautifully on his feet and sending Sacred across the ring and into the ring ropes. Sacred rebounds, hurtling into a boot to the gut that doubles him over, whilst Maddix sprints off behind Sacred, returning, Throwback in mind... ...but Sacred is one step ahead, twisting off to the side with his knee flying towards Maddix's gut... ...a knee which Maddix tumbles up and over top of, quickly scrambling to his feet behind Sacred who turns absent-mindedly, Maddix going behind Sacred a second time with his arm clutched under Sacred's chin, using that leverage to drive Sacred's head down into the mat. "So-Dak Moment!" Maddix hooks the legs of the challenger as they shoot up... ONE! T... Sacred kicks out quickly, rolling backwards and stacking Maddix on HIS shoulders... ONE! T... Maddix kicks out now, scrambling away from his opponent and towards the ropes as Sacred breaks away and stands centre ring, hands on hips. "ESS DUBYA EFF! ESS DUBYA EFF! ESS DUBYA EFF!" Sacred can manage a wry smile, despite the fact that Maddix had stayed with him during the opening exchange. Maddix meanwhile shakes his head. Something's buggin' him. "Man, what a great start to the match King. THAT'S wrestling!" Pete enthuses. "Eh. I'd call it about a .2 Flesher." sneers King in responce. "But, in all seriousness, you have to think despite Sacred's exterior saying different, inside he's less than happy about Maddix's persistance through that series. Sacred never really got the intiative he'd want." "Well if Sacred wants to out-wrestle Maddix, then that is not the pace he wants to be goin' at. Whilst they're hitting ropes and running the ring, Maddix may have the advantage. Much speedier. But, Sacred's clearly the better hold for hold wrestler." Still looking happier of the two men, Sacred casts a look at the World Champion that seems to say 'So, what are you gonna do now?'...a look that Maddix seemingly doesn't approve of as he climbs to his feet and walks in towards Sacred with his hands ready to initiate a greco-roman knuckle lock. Happy to oblige, Sacred goes to grab the hands...but Maddix pulls away, brushing back his hair and jigging away from Sacred!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" "Oh, come ON..." groans King as just like that, Sacred's mood has flip-flopped and he is the more frustrated of the two and charges at Maddix. Cat and mouse tactics are being employed by the World Champion as he backsteps away from Sacred, almost luring him in. Before ACTUALLY luring Sacred in, using Sacred's leather pants to send him flying through the middle and top ropes, to the floor. Sacred lands on his feet and begins to get back into the ring, but thinks better of it as Maddix is charging across the ring, running full speed towards Sacred on the floor... ...Sacred moves... ...but Maddix is prepared, fooling Sacred with the 605 fakeout! "And, there you see Maddix with some agilit..." Pete begins, but promptly stops as he notices Maddix's left leg tangled in the ropes cursing to himself. "Agility?" King grins, finishing off Pete's sentence. "He's so agile that he got caught up in the ropes!" "Well...uhm, a bad break for Maddix..." *CRACK!* "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "...AND AN EVEN WORSE BREAK!!!" Sacred hurls away the steel chair he had commandered hurriedly, the chair-shot to the back having untangled Maddix from the ropes in a round-a-bout way and now the World Champion slumps to the apron, then to the concrete floor. Sacred, still pissed from being mocked moments earlier, wastes little time in pulling Landon back up and waffling him with a forearm strike! And a second! Maddix is hurting now as Sacred pushes Maddix back a step, giving himself more of a run-up for the next forearm. But, Maddix knows what's coming, ducking his head as Sacred charges and backdrops him onto the announce table! "Whu-oh..." Pete grunts, scurrying up a pile of papers and getting the hell out of the way. Next to him, King proves to be much shrewder, forgetting all about his notes and instead grabbing his open can of Pepsi Max. "This isn't good Pete." King calls out, as Maddix is now gingerly clambering up onto the table. "Not only did they spilt some of my Pepsi, but this isn't exactly a sturdy table here!" Both men are up on the announce table now and Maddix is slowly pulling Sacred up to his feet, the table just about holding the two men's weight. With Sacred on his knees, Maddix slams some forearm strikes over Sacred's shoulder blades before pulling him into a front facelock. Sacred begins to stand up as Landon waits, before setting Sacred... ...who slips out of the front facelock and hooks his hands under Maddix's armpits, lifting Maddix up and throwing him off of the table... *smack!* ...AND MADDIX CATCHES HIS RIGHT ARM ON THE TABLE ON THE WAY DOWN!!! "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Clutching his arm, Maddix writhes around the ringside area in agony. Sacred meanwhile climbs back off of the announce table, but not before reaching past King and grabbing his steel chair. King doesn't seem to mind, considering what Sacred is planning. Getting to his feet, the grimace on the World Heavyweight Champion's face tells the story as he staggers over towards Sacred... *CRACK!* ...who sweeps the chair around Maddix, connecting squarely with Maddix's shoulder! Another howl of agony from Maddix brings a wry smile to his opponent's face as he tosses the chair back over to the announce table, before grabbing Maddix...and POSTING him, shoulder first! Dropping to the floor, Landon is clearly hurting. From across the ring, Megan watches on nervously as her out-of-sight charge gets stomped a little by Sacred. "Well, fighting on the table was always going to bring something dangerous about for one of these guys." King comments. "But, in all honesty, this could have been the WORST thing possible for Maddix. You go through a table, it hurts, but you can recover. You screw up your arm against Sacred...well, to quote a phrase, you're SOL." Finally Sacred reaches down and drags Maddix back up, lifting the lifeless two hundred twenty pound frame of the champion onto the apron before climbing up himself, beside Maddix. Two stomps land on Maddix before Sacred enters the ring. Landon is able to roll in after but before he can think about getting up, Sacred grabs him by the bad arm and drags him into the centre of the ring. Desperately Maddix tries to get away, but Sacred stops him, dropping to a seated position and looking for a cross armbreaker! Maddix understandably looks panicky as he locks his hands, knowing that he's in danger of a lethal submission if his arm can be straightened, which is exactly what Sacred is trying to do. Sacred pulls away on the arm at the elbow but Landon's fingers are still locked. "DE - PORT SA - CRED!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "This isn't smart..." "DE - PORT SA - CRED!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "These fans are just signing this kid's death warrant." "DE - PORT SA - CRED!" *clap clap clapclapclap* From the outside Megan wails for her man to get to the ropes, his struggling actually taking him further away from the ropes currently. Sacred tries one last pull but again the arm won't come free. So Sacred changes tact, laying back and lifting up his left leg... *WHAM!* ...and SLAMS it down across Maddix's face! "OH!" "If Maddix won't give up the arm, then Sacred will rip it off of his scrawny body." sneers King. "Either way, this kid is in serious trouble here." Still Landon has not given up on the grip, despite being seriously dazed... *WHAM!* ...so Sacred again drives his calf down into Maddix's face. It connects with a vengeance, but Maddix's fingers remain locked, so Sacred lifts up the leg again... *WHAM!* ...connecting with the leg once more, this time with enough force to seemingly KO Maddix and in the process cause the fingerlock to break! And in a matter of split-seconds, the cross armbreaker is applied! "He's got it on!" King calls out in delight. "He's got that arm straightened and now, we'll see how much heart and determination this kid has really got." "We will." Pete agrees. The agony of the hold act like smelling salts on the World Champion and as soon as he comes around, Maddix knows that he HAS to get out of the hold, writhing in agony on the mat as Hardcastle drops to his knees by Maddix's head and asks him if he wants to quit. Maddix is hanging on though. For now. Pulling back with all he has, Sacred nods away to himself confidentally. Maddix meanwhile has his hand hovering over the mat, possibly ready to tap...or not, as he plants it on the mat and begins to push. As Sacred pulls west and Maddix pushes the same way, the champion is able to get one knee planted on the canvas, using that to drive to the side. But still Sacred hangs onto the armbreaker resolutely. Even as Maddix turns over and stacks him on his shoulders... ONE! TWO! Sacred kicks off, turning to the side as he does so, causing Landon to land back into the cross armbreaker! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "Seems this crowd ain't fans of Sacred's tactics here King." Pete points out. "So much for Tom educating these narrow minded fools. Hopefully within a few months, they'll be booing all their flippy-floppy heroes now that Tom's got his own show." "Well, I doubt it. Tom's not the most likeable of guys." "I like him." "A hearty endorsement if ever I heard one." As Sacred straightens Maddix's arm out once more, Hardcastle again drops over to Maddix to check on his condition, to find that both of his shoulders are pinned on the mat... ONE! TWO! Shooting up his free arm, Maddix is quickly brought back into agony by a tug on the arm by Sacred. "LANDON!" Both Maddix's feet are planted on the mat and he seems to have ideas of rolling through the hold. Ideas stopped by another wrench by Sacred. "LANDON!" "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" Again the crowd rally behind the champion... "LANDON!" "Would somebody shut this woman up?" King pleads. "REACH OUT YOUR FOOT!" Hearing his manager's voice through his pain-ridden thoughts, Maddix tries to concentrate on her rather than the pain in his arm. "REACH OUT YOUR FOOT!" And finally Maddix hears, reaching out with his foot...which lands on the bottom rope, Sacred's earlier roll having taken Maddix close enough. "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Referee Hardcastle notices the foot and quickly dives over to Sacred, yelling at him to break, but Sacred doesn't do so! "BREAK IT SACRED...ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI..." Sacred breaks just before five, a little frustrated as he stands over Maddix. "Now, can someone explain why Hardcastle is counting Sacred?" asks King. "I can't answer that King. I guess, it's just force of habit. It is a Street Fight, so as much as Hardcastle didn't have to count, Sacred didn't have to break the hold. Of course, had Maddix tapped with his foot on the ropes, I'd assume that still wouldn't count." "True. But Hardcastle still shouldn't be counting. He's lucky Sacred isn't a cheat like Maddix and he listened to the count." The champion is pulling himself to his feet now. Sacred grabs Landon by the hair and helps him on his way, allowing Maddix to get to a standing base... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!" ...before lashing him across the chest with a STINGING knifedge! "And as we mentioned earlier, when the pace is slowed down, Sacred has the advantage." Pete re-iterates. "Sacred is at his most dangerous when he can really measure his strikes and moves, really think about the damage he's about to cause before he connects. He's a cruel cruel man, in a cruel cruel business." "A cruel, ruthless man. And let's face it King, at this level you HAVE to be ruthless." And Sacred is just that, kicking the wailing World Champion square in the shoulder once more. Slamming her fists on the apron, Megan looks to will Maddix on. But right now, he is in dire straights, Sacred kicking Maddix's shoulder again before dragging him to his knees. Sacred drapes Maddix's throat and right arm over the middle rope and gives him a quick knee in the spine, before exiting the ring, boos there to greet him from those at ringside. Megan scurries out of the way of the challenger as he lines up Maddix... *slap!* ...slapping him in the face, to more jeers and boos from the fans. Sacred ignores them though, as he reaches up and grabs the arm of the champion by the wrist, pausing for a moment, to fire off a forearm into Maddix's jaw! Maddix stays draped over the rope though, which is good for Sacred as he hangs onto the arm...AND DROPS TO HIS BACK, 'STUNNERING' THE ARM OVER THE MIDDLE ROPE!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Maddix's arm snaps off the rope and leaves him howling in agony, Megan hardly able to watch as her man 'crawls' away from the ropes with his arm clutched to his side. "Now THAT was ruthless." says King approvingly. Slowly Sacred re-enters the ring, in no hurry. Meanwhile, the desperate looking champion drags himself up on the ropes, a picture of destain as his arm remains tucked tightly against his side. Walking in, Sacred lines Maddix up, forearm ready. But Maddix does the only thing he can, lifting a boot into the gut of the Australian. Sacred shrugs off the kick quickly and charges Maddix, pushing him right up against the ropes and laying in a blatant choke! "COME ON...OFF THE ROPES! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! ..." Sacred releases the choke, even though he finally remembers he doesn't have to, but doesn't give a clean break, kneeing Maddix in the gut! Twice! Before grabbing Maddix's hair and pulling his head back, exposing the bottom of his jaw for a STIFF forearm smash! Dazed and aching, Maddix is defenceless towards a Sacred irish whip. Maddix rebounds and Sacred prepares, capturing Landon around the waist as he scampers aimlessly in and throwing him to the side with a belly to belly suplex. The landing re-jolts Maddix's shoulder, but also gives Sacred time to back into the corner at his leisure. Pulling himself up, Landon stops and attends to his shoulder, his back turned to Sacred for what seems like an eternity, all the while The Sacred One waiting. Until eventually Maddix does turn around, Sacred instantly charging... ...and DUCKING some Sweet Cuca Music... ...catching Maddix' flailing arm and dropping straight south with it! "And there's a Divorce Court!" King calls. "Doesn't just seperate the shoulder, it divorces it. Sacred is relentlessly working on the arm, his focus not wavering for a second." As Landon is again left in agony on the canvas, Sacred rolls to his knees, grabbing a handful of Landon's hair and wrenching him to his feet. Making a signal in the general direction of Megan, Sacred now seems to think that's it, as he hoists Maddix up onto his shoulder, trying to tilt his head downwards. But Maddix proves too slippery and he slides behind Sacred, barging him rather than pushing him, into the ropes. Back shoots Sacred, looking for a forearm smash, but Maddix ducks and charges the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope and twisting back around. Sacred has begun to follow, but stops abruptly as he sees Maddix take flight, stopping right under Maddix's left arm...WHICH DDTs SACRED TO THE MAT!! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" "Maddix caught Sacred off-guard...and he's got'm covered!" ONE! TW... Sacred kicks out, Maddix unable to get any weight on the cover. "Two only, but man, WHAT a move! Springboard, twisting DDT!" "More ridiculously flashy offence from Maddix..." King grumbles. "But, it worked! Maddix had to do something in that manner to get the advantage, to catch Sacred off-guard and to avoid getting countered." Still the fresher of the two men, Sacred reaches his feet first, although Maddix is just a step or two behind him. Sacred grabs Maddix as he gets up though, wringing Maddix's arm and twisting it behind his back into a hammerlock...before twisting Maddix around to face him, keeping the hammerlock on at the back. Landon now only has one arm to defend himself now, as Sacred lines him up...AND HEADBUTTS HIM STRAIGHT IN THE FOREHEAD!!! The crowd groan as Maddix falls groggily to a seated position, Sacred doing damage to himself on the unprotected headbutt, but he shakes off the effects again and pushes Maddix onto his back. But rather than go for a cover, Sacred flattens out Maddix's right arm and stomps it into the canvas. "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" With that, Sacred pulls Maddix up, again applying a hammerlock around the back whilst facing the World Champion. No headbutt this time though. Instead, Sacred holds onto the hammerlock with the right hand, hooking Maddix's left arm over his left shoulder. Sacred then tightens up Maddix's right arm, before suddenly lifting him off of the canvas with the left, driving him into the canvas back (and arm) first! "Wow!" King enthuses, soaking up Maddix's agonising screams. "What the hell was that?" "Well, it was the Spanish Inquisition...ironically enough. But, Maddix's arm was trapped behind his back by Sacred on the way down, so it was almost like a hammerlock Spanish Inquisition." "Man, this Sacred is a genius Pete." "Yeah, an evil genius." "The best kind!" Now, Megan really can't watch, as Sacred is on his feet and standing over his pain-ridden opponent...and slowly, he runs his thumb across his throat. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Maddix is fighting to his feet once more but it's clear he's in agony, unable to do anything once he reaches his feet except walk into a boot to the gut. Over doubles Maddix as Sacred slides behind Maddix...who suddenly kicks out at Sacred, the flat of his boot slamming into The Sacred One's right knee! Noticing Sacred isn't currently tearing his arm off, Landon assumes the kick worked...and repeats, catching Sacred again, with another force to take Sacred's leg out from underneath him. The challenger drops to one knee, as Maddix turns around and WAFFLES Sacred with an open handed shot to the jaw, dazing him as Maddix suddenly sprints into the ropes. The dazed challenger begins to gain his bearings, just as Maddix springs off of Sacred's knee... ...and CONNECTS with the Shining Wizard! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Landon tries not to land on his arm on the way down but doesn't do too well, cracking his elbow on the way down. That prevents Maddix from following up with a cover immediately, but he is able to drape his body over Sacred's after a few seconds... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Maddix groans, sitting up and clutching his arm, as Sacred starts to recover and rolls away towards the ropes. Maddix meanwhile drags himself to his feet again. "The World Champion needs to follow up here if he wants to beat Sacred." comments Pete. "One move isn't going to cut it in this situation." "But one move is all this kid can string together before his arm starts a-throbbing again. And let's face it, Sacred has all but ruled out any chance of a trip to Land Of Nod. So, Maddix is going to have to find an alternative finisher tonight." "Like the Crash Landon?" "...yeah, that'd do I guess." Sacred waits for Maddix to get up, ducking underneath a left-handed backhand and straight-up punching Landon in the shoulder! Again Maddix stops in his tracks and clutches his shoulder, as Sacred SLAPS Maddix over the head, possibly punishment for getting flippy-floppy. The slap seems to fire Maddix up though... *slap!* "WHOOOOOOO!" ...and he fires up Sacred, blood red, across the chest. *slap!* "WHOOOOOOO!" ...and a second left handed chop lashes Sacred. Sacred, resisting the urge to laugh the strikes off, clubs Maddix with a forearm... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOO!" ...and a CHOP~! Maddix is halted by the heavy handed strike, the perfect opportunity for Sacred to grab a large clump of Maddix's straggly blonde hair, using that to hold Maddix up as he fires off forearm after forearm, after forearm, after forearm, after forearm...the fifth enough for Sacred, allowing Maddix to drop harmlessly to his knees. "Man alive, Sacred with stiff, brutal strikes...decimating the World Champion!" Pete says breathlessly. "Take nothing away from Sacred, but even I didn't expect this amount of dominance." "Don't worry. You'll learn, soon enough." Sacred steps to the back of Maddix and grabs some more hair, drilling down an elbow which cracks into the crown of the champion's head. A second elbow rolls Maddix's eyes and leaves him dazed, enough for Sacred to grab the right arm and chickenwing it behind Landon's back! "Uh oh!" Pete suddenly cries. "Sacred may be looking for the chickenwing facelock...or, even the Narcosynthesis." "He's got to be going for the Narcosynthesis." replies King, as the tug on Maddix's arm has brought him back to the real world with a bang. Quickly and pretty desperately, Maddix snaps up to his feet and tucks his left arm into his body as tightly as possible, preventing Sacred from grabbing it. "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" The crowd are rallied by Megan once more, as Sacred tries to grab the left arm, Maddix continuing to keep it clutched to his side, twisting and turning all the while to further make Sacred's job harder. "He's holdin' out! Landon's holdin' out!" Sacred tries once more but again the arm won't come free. So instead, Sacred hooks Maddix under the jaw and starts to wrench away with a Chickenwing Facelock! One wrench! Two wrenches! Hardcastle is in to check, as Sacred wrenches a third time! The World Champion is being tortured as Sacred pauses for a moment, Hardcastle telling him there's no submission. So Sacred wrenches a fourth time. And this time, Maddix's free arm flails free from his side and like a hawk, Sacred scavanges up his prey...chickenwinging the left arm to go with the right! "He's not holding out anymore!" beams King. "If Sacred can get this kid down, we may be moments away from crowning a new World Champion!" "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" Up goes the chant again, Sacred not bothered in the slightest. Sacred twists the chickenwings up once more, Maddix's face contorting in pain...pain which multiplies, as Sacred suddenly pulls up on the chickenwings again, this time lifting Maddix's feet clear off the mat and leaving him hanging by the wings! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Groans from the crowd cannot mask Maddix' wails and screams, Hardcastle looking up at Maddix and checking for a submission, as Sacred continues to hold the World Champion in the air. Gravity causes all of Maddix's body weight against his arms and shoulders, until eventually Sacred drops Maddix back down to his feet, wrenching the wings once more...before again lifting up Maddix and hanging him out to dry! Again Sacred brings Maddix back down though, all this simply to weaken La Cucaracha for the Narcosynthesis. Which is Sacred plan now, as he kicks out at the knees, trying to take Landon down. Landon hurdles a couple of kicks, so Sacred headbutts him between the shoulder blades before trying again... *CHING!* "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!" ...BUT MADDIX STUMPS THE AUSSIE, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE WICKET!!! "No disqualifications!" Pete pre-emptively calls, before King can complain. Sacred groans and releases the chickenwings to tend to his 'Down Under' area, the crowd delighting in his pain. Meanwhile, Maddix is free and knows he has to attack and attack quickly, tumbling behind Sacred and schoolboying him... ONE! T... Sacred is easily out, rolling to his feet and kneeing an on-rushing Maddix deep in the breadbasket! "Again, the damage to the arm plays it's part in this match." groans Pete. "Maddix has Sacred stacked, but he couldn't use his right arm for leverage as you commonly would on a roll-up." With Maddix doubled over, Sacred grabs Maddix by the arm once more, this time thrusting Maddix off into the ropes. But Maddix ducks under a forearm as he returns. Sacred whips around and recieves a boot before Maddix now whips Sacred into the ropes, albeit with one arm. The weak whip gives Sacred time to control his run, bouncing off the ropes with Maddix in his sights... *OOOF!* ...but Sacred MISSES a leg lariat, splattering off the canvas hard as he lands, knocking the wind out of himself. The challenger is quickly back up but clearly short of breath as he slowly lumbers back around... *SMACK!* "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" "SWEET CUCA MUSIC!" Sacred collapses like a sack of spuds, Maddix collapsing on top of him moments later... ONE! TWO! THRE... SHOULDERUP!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!" Megan's hands fly to her head in despair, just as Maddix's left goes to his...both having thought the match was won. But Sacred, despite being dazed, is still in the fight. "That was the move that won Maddix the Cold Front Classic, at Sacred expense..." "And it was also his best chance of winning this match!" King states. "One of the few BIG moves Maddix has that won't affect his arm. That may have been Maddix's only shot at saving his World Title reign!" A fact that Maddix clearly knows, as he backs into the corner... *STOMP!* ...and begins to call up the band... *STOMP!* ...Sacred is staggering to his feet... *STOMP!* ...little idea to where he is... *STOMP!* *STOMP!* *STOMP!* ... *WHOOSH!* ...Sacred ducks the second Sweet Cuca Music! "LANDON!" Maddix stumbles back to two feet and suddenly gets a call from Megan, who tosses her man a steel chair!! Of course, Maddix has to catch the chair with his one good hand/arm, but manages to do so... *CRACK!* "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" ...and ignores the pain in his right arm long enough to turn and FOLD the chair OVER Sacred's HEAD~! Sacred tumbles down, but so does Maddix, dropping to his knees and screaming blue murder as he clutches his shoulder. On the outside, Megan is also screaming blue murder...trying to get Maddix to cover Sacred. "This is horrible...I can't remember the last time our World Champion had such...such, flagrant dis-respect and disregard for authority and rules!" "How long ago were you World Champion again?" Pete chuckles. "I was never THIS bad!" Still in agony, Maddix finally has enough bearing about him to lean across Sacred... ONE! TWO! Kickout! Sure enough, the pause from Maddix was more than enough for Sacred to recover, despite the fact he is now bleeding from the forehead. "Sacred, busted open! Maddix, shoulder hurting! This World Heavyweight Title match hangs right in the balance here King and could go either way!" "Key word- 'could'." King retorts. "All Sacred has to do is wrap on that Narcosynthesis and this WILL be over. Let's face it, everything Landon does now is going to hurt like hell because of that shoulder, which will give Sacred time to recover from any offense move." "In theory." The crowd are right into this match now, clapping rhythmically as they will La Cucaracha to his feet. Both challenger and champion are now up and it's Sacred who has spotted the chair first stumbling over and picking up the weapon. However, as he does, Maddix charges up behind the challenger and drills his knee up between Sacred's shoulder blades. Sacred stumbles forward, landing throat first across the middle rope, as the chair falls to the floor. "Oh, right in position for the 605..." Or, Sacred would be. If not for Maddix's arm. Not trusting his limb, Maddix wisely decides not to try for the move, instead driving another knee into Sacred's back before pulling him up off the ropes. A quick push away staggers Sacred back, leaving the challenger open for a left handed forearm strike. But, Sacred takes the shot as if it were nothing. Almost. Taking a step back, the slightly surprised World Champion reels back once more, swinging forwards and connecting with a second left handed forearm... ...but AGAIN, Sacred takes the shot and is still standing, just about enough self-awareness to motion for Maddix to try again. "PREPARE...FOR...LANDON, CONVICT~!" *BAM!* And Maddix CONNECTS with as strong of a right-handed forearm as he possibly can, strong enough to drop Sacred to the mat. But, sure enough, it's Landon who comes off the most injured, Sacred able to get back up and shake of the forearm, while Maddix may just have ripped his shoulder further out of place. "Ha! Sacred lured him in!" King guffaws. "Landon just couldn't let his pride be damaged, so took a STUPID risk using his right arm!" As Maddix clutches his shoulder once more, the bloody Australian shakes off some more cobwebs before booting the half-Spaniard in the gut, doubling Maddix over. Sacred stops suddenly though, perhaps caught in two minds...as he pulls Maddix's head back up, taking his arm and wrapping it around his throat…and DROPPING south, playing a game of Knifey Spooney with Maddix's arm! "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Megan turns away. She can't watch. ONE! TWO! "NEW CHAMPION!" THRE... NO,MADDIXKICKSOUT!!!! "YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" And all of a sudden, with that kickout, the confidence is back in Megan, willing the dazed and anguished Maddix to get back up. Sitting beside Maddix, Sacred glares at referee Hardcastle, wiping some of the blood off of his forehead and away from his eyes as he does so. "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" Sacred pulls himself up calmly and casually...or, as calmly and casually as a man possibly moments from becoming World Champion can. Still Maddix is writhing on the canvas, so Sacred has to drag the World Champion up by the hair, letting him stop once on one knee before releasing the hair... ...and instead, grabbing the chickenwings again!!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "He's got him this time!" King cries confidently, as Sacred tries to force Maddix down. But between pushing down and pulling the arms up, Sacred doesn't have a whole lot of leverage, which allows Maddix to eventually stand up, fighting through the pain barrier. The frustrated Sacred One has had more than enough of his opponent's persistance and starts to yank back violently on the arms, growling as he does so. But Maddix remains on his feet... ...and reaches a foot forward, placing the heel on the middle rope! "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" "And La Cucaracha reaches the ropes!" "Yes, but remember, Sacred doesn't have to break the hold..." Which Sacred doesn't, simply pulling Maddix back and off of the ropes towards the centre of the ring! Groans fill the air, some boos too from the less astute members of the crowd, as Sacred grits his teeth...and fires a headbutt into Maddix's collarbone! And one to the shoulder! Maddix drops to one knee, Sacred able to taste the Narcosynthesis it's so close... "MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX! MAD - DIX!" ...yet, still so far away. Megan is watching through her hands, her body language screaming 'worry'. "COME ON!" Sacred suddenly cries out, a rare vocal show of frustration as Maddix comes up from that one knee. So Sacred now kicks, kicking Maddix repeatedly in the back of the knee, dropping the champion down to it, before going for the other knee. But Maddix starts to retaliate. And suddenly, this widely technical match has transformed into a girly, hissy fit, 'kickin' bitches in the shins' type of fight...a fight which Maddix seems to be winning. As he kicks, the champ tries to fight his good arm free, the combined effort of the two... ...eventually freeing Maddix, allowing him to 'scoot' behind Sacred and grab HIS left arm in a chickenwing! "According to my notes Petey, Maddix calls this one 'Please Kill Me Sacred'." King snaps. "So named, because that's EXACTLY what Sacred will do if Maddix even TRIES a Narcosynthesis on him!" "What!?! You don't even HAVE any notes!" "I did, until Maddix tried to put Sacred through our damn table!" With one arm trapped, Maddix now looks to grab the right arm too... ...which is the exact moment he remembers he can hardly move his right arm with putting himself in agony! That allows Sacred to sweep down and underneath Maddix, taking the arm with him into a hammerlock. He releases that quickly though, instead locking on a waistlock. The natural counter, Maddix fires an elbow into Sacred's bloodied forehead! A second! But Sacred fires back, headbutting Maddix once, twice, three times in the back of the head!! That groggies up the champ, as Sacred pops the hips and throws Maddix effortlessly overhead... ...TOO effortlessly, as Maddix is able to rotate onto his feet!! "What the hell!?!" King gasps, as Maddix runs off the ropes, Sacred turning around and hurriedly throwing a forearm which La Cucaracha ducks. Again Sacred slowly turns, watching as Maddix detours towards the corner and vaults to the middle rope and timing his run...not exactly to perfection, running into a boot to the jaw! "This looks like a Crash Landon...a move Sacred has countered before!" Reaching out, Maddix goes to grab Sacred...but stops, driving another boot into the Aussie's jaw before adjusting himself, so that it's his left side that Sacred is grabbed with... ...spun around by... *WHAM!* ...and DRILLED with!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" "CRASH LANDON!" Pete cries, as Maddix rolls against the turnbuckles, grimacing as he pulls himself up. "But, he isn't going for a cover...he...climbing back up?" "I've said it before and now, I must say it again...this kid is an IDIOT!" Gingerly, Maddix hoists himself to the middle rope, Sacred seemingly KOed beneath him. But the World Champion isn't satisfied, reaching to the outside and taking a chair from Skye. The crowd buzz, as Maddix drops the chair down, the steel implement landing on Sacred's chest. Just where Maddix wanted. *CRACK!* "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "DOUBLE STOMP...OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE, INTO THE GUT, CHAIR ASSISTED...THIS ONE'S OVER!" Maddix now agrees, as he makes as much of a cover as his arm will allow... ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEE!!! "YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" *DING DING DING!* The bell rings and instantly, Maddix releases the cover to tend to his arm, leaving Megan to jog over and collect the gold. "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match...and STILL ESS DOUBLEYOU EFF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...LANDON! "LA CUCARACHA" MAAAAAADDIIIIIIXXXXX!!!" As "Megalomaniac" blasts away in the background, accompanied by the cheers of the Trump Plaza patrons, Maddix gingerly slides out of the ring and takes the World Title from Megan holding it in the air. A cheer goes up, as Maddix glares into the ring at Sacred, who lays holding his gut, coughing and spluttering...and smiles. "Landon Maddix retains his belt in one hell of a match, with one hell of an effort!" Pete cries. "But the lengths he had to go speak volumes for Sacred's performance here tonight!" "In a straight up singles match, this kid would have been done a good five or ten minutes ago. But tonight, he was able to hit lowblows, use chairs and straight up cheat! I for one think Sacred deserves a rematch with REGULAR rules." "And I for one believe we're out of time! We'd like to thank the big Don for letting us use this place and thank you for joining us. We'll see you, real real soon!" Helped up the ramp, Maddix turns one last time and raises his retained gold skywards... ...as we FADE OUT.

Keep hitting him with the shoulderblock. As he begins to get up, stomp him at the right time, so he does the 'get to one knee and hold the gut' sell, allowing you to shoulderblock him again without him countering. Repeat until his body is red. Then whip him to a turnbuckle, clothesline, Super Atomic Drop as he staggers out. As long as he doesn't get any offence on you, you should be completely free to climb out. I managed it in 2:17.

Agreed, great stuff. If you're taking requests, Red vs. Slim J from Expect The Unexpected would be much appreciated.

Well, I guess seeing what they did with Trik, turning Hero here wouldn't have been the best time. But I sure hope they pull the trigger on the (almost inevitable, surely) turn on the 12th, because it's getting to the point where Hero's matches are too predictable. Not to mention the fact he's losing to guys some way down the pecking order. Not that they shouldn't put the new guys over. But until Hero turns, he's being booked to lose to these kids and he's coming off bad. When he turns and gets his 'edge', then it'll be all forgotten and this'll be a losing streak angle that might actually work.

Hey! You watch your damned mouth! He kinda has a point. Right now, the division is basically Spike beating Kaine and/or Sly. You and Johnny are both Cruisers, but you're not getting booked in the Cruiser Division yet. I'm a Cruiser and I've had ONE Cruiser match since being here. Despite the fact that according to most (including me), I'm a spot monkey so could write a Cruiser style. Hell, Spike's booked against Johnny and Clark on Lockdown. Two former champions. And it's not even 'non-title'. It's just there. As if, Alan and Johnny are 'above' the Cruiser 'Division'...which is a shame. Maybe someone ought to specific who's a Cruiser and who isn't on the CC's roster list.

Can't the markers just get drunk on a different day, like the rest of us?

Trump Plaza. Have it set up just like Wrestlemania IV with the long aisle and stuff.

Nope. I do too. I'd rather watch an intense heel Benoit than the face, 'I like wrestling' face Benoit that we've got now. Because Benoit can cut the intense heel promos. The match itself...eh, I'm looking forward to it, but not the show. You can just tell the crowd are going to try and 'top' Summerslam. Which for some people is 'ha ha, they're rebels, they did the wave, awesome' but I'm kinda indifferent to. Not that they're not entitled to, I'm not one of 'that' bunch (they paid for the show, they should enjoy dammit). I just don't care about the shenanigans of the crowd. Especially one with a rep to uphold, which means there'll probably be more incidents, more often, with less actual reason. Like Eugene? Or JBL?

Can I get a little confirmation as to what 'too far over' the word limit actually is before I start?

I on the other hand am bitter and opinionated. It's more than 2 shows. Obviously the markers have real life stuff, but so do the writers. From what I've seen, no-showing is less frequent in recent months. Yet, the amount of matches that haven't been posted on time for whatever reason doesn't respresent that. Fact is, it's becoming as much of a problem as the no-showing frenzy in the Autumn was.

CURTAIN JERKING WITH AGENT 27 AND THE ICONIC ONE! Munich vs “The Icon” Max King ~ King. HARDCORE MATCH! Carnage vs Danny Dagda ~ Carnage. Dagda discussing no-showing is irony at it's most delicious. SLY DEALINGS WITH STRYKE! Stryke vs Austin Sly ~ Sly. TRIPLE THREAT DAY OF DEFEAT MATCH! Hollywood Spike Jenkins vs Johnny Dangerous vs Alan Clark ~ Al. RUMBLE IN THE PIT! "Urban Legend" Todd Cortez vs Dace Night ~ Stable pride says Cortez. Logic says Dace probably has something big up his sleeve. INTERCONTINENTAL TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! UNITED STATES/JUNIOR LEAGUE CHAMPIONSHIP! TITLE FOR TITLE! Landon Maddix © (ICTV Champ) vs Sean Davis © (USJL Champ) ~ I am bitter. Very bitter. That's all I have to say.

Well, I've trimmed and chopped and I'm just about on limit so it's in. Note to CC as I can't post this AND PM someone, I'm more than open to defending my ICTV Title next show. Hint hint. Thank you.