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SPIKE JENKINS vs NATHANIEL KIBAGAMI The Dakota Dome lights up as SWF Ashes 2 Ashes 2007 returns live on-air! The arena lights up and the fans buzz with excitement. The camera cuts down to the special ringside commentary team of “The Franchise” Mak Francis and The Suicide King! “Coming up next, we have a match between two men that are considered the toughest the SWF has to offer. The River Dragon, Nathaniel Kibagami takes on The Hollywood Superstar, Spike Jenkins!” The camera cuts to the center of the ring, where Funyon stands with a microphone in hand. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit!” The South Dakota crowd cheers as “Let’s Go” hits the speakers and red pyrotechnics flash out from the entrance ramp. The lights turn red and dim as the familiar burning ankh appears on the SmarksTron and Kibagami comes through the curtain at the top of the ramp. He pauses briefly and assumes his traditional crucifix pose - cigarette in one hand; drink in the other - before sauntering down the ramp and into the ring. “First, making his way to the ring. Weighing in at a total of Two Hundred and Seventy-two pounds. He hails from Phoenix, Arizona! HE IS ”THE RIVER DRAGON” NAAAAAAATHHHHANIELLLLLL KIIIIIIBAAAAGAAAAMIIIIIIIII!!!!!” He poses again atop the turnbuckles as the music stops and the lights come up. Tossing the cigarette out of the ring, Kibagami turns his attention towards the top of the ramp. “Kibagami looks very focused tonight,” notes Mak Francis. “One of the most feared and dangerous competitors in the history of the SWF…dating all the way back to The Clan and breaking the neck of SWF legend, Edwin MacPhisto!” “AND HIS OPPONENT!” Nathaniel Kibagami circles the ring, prepping himself for the upcoming match. The crowd dies down a little bit, but they start buzzing as the lights in the arena dim down and begin to flicker. Violent guitar riffs and the blaring trumpets of Emmure’s “When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong” blast through the sound system. RAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I hope this is a passing phase. There is no future where I stand, Here with you! “And here comes the man who single handedly dismantled four competitors last month at Class is in Session!” This Is… …The End! With that, “Hollywood” Spike Jenkins comes out from behind the curtain. Without much enthusiasm, Jenkins stomps around at the top of the stage and makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the crowd around him. “Making his way to the ring! Weighing in at a total of Two Hundred and Five pounds. He hails from Long Island, New York!!!!! HE IS ‘HOLLLLLLYWOOOOOOOD’ SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE JEEEEEEEENKIIINNNNSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” Jenkins rolls in underneath the bottom rope and jumps up to his feet. Looking straight at Kibagami, Jenkins doesn’t even take his eyes off of him as he climbs the ropes and holds both arms up in the air. “Both of these men came out victorious in their respective matches at SWF Class is in Session last month. Kibagami knocked Christian Fury out cold with a kick to the back of the head while Spike Jenkins dominated four other competitors in a multi-man match.” “Now the two of them go one-on-one, finally, to see if either of them are really capable of getting another shot at the top here in the SWF!” Jenkins climbs down off the ropes and stands in the opposite corner of Kibagami. Both men stare straight at the other, allowing Referee Matthew Kivell to check each competitor. Once he is satisfied, Kivell calls for the bell! *Ding Ding Ding* “The River Dragon takes on The Hollywood Superstar! And the action is underway!” Both men stomp out of their corner and meet in the center of the ring. The River Dragon looks calm as he stares into the eyes of the Straight Edger. Jenkins stands face-to-face to the man once known as Silent, no sign of emotion anywhere across his face. Both men stand eye-to-eye for a few moments…before Jenkins lashes out with a slap across the face! “Jenkins slapping Kibagami across the face to open this match!” “There is defiantly no love lost between these two men, but slapping the River Dragon like that may not have been the smartest thing Spike Jenkins has ever done in his life.” Kibagami doesn’t waste a minute and quickly (and violently) responds with a double leg takedown! Driving Jenkins to the mat, Nathaniel stays on top of him and unloads with a series of rights and lefts! “Kibagami explodes on Jenkins with strikes! He’s swinging for the fences with those shots!” Jenkins maneuvers his weight around and is able to roll Nathaniel over. With Kibagami now on his back, Jenkins starts to pound away at his opponents’ head with rights and lefts. Jumping up to his feet, Jenkins takes a step back but moves in with a swift kick to the rib cage! He grabs Kibagami by the back of the neck and pulls him up to his feet. Locking his hands around the neck of The River Dragon, Jenkins flips him over into a sitting position with a snapmare. Taking another step back, Jenkins dives forward with a stiff kick straight to the back! Kibagami cries out, but is quickly forced to the mat as Jenkins covers him, making sure to place a forearm over the side of Nathaniel’s face. ONE! TW—NO! Kibagami kicks out! “Kibagami kicking out after Jenkins nails him with that kick to the back.” “Spike looking for a quick cover, but if you want to defeat Nathaniel Kibagami, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that.” Jenkins climbs up to his feet and pulls Kibagami up with him. Pushing Silent back into the ropes, he grabs him by the wrist and Irish whips him across the ropes. Nathaniel bounces off the ropes and charges back towards Jenkins, who ducks his head for a back body drop. Kibagami stops dead in his tracks and cracks Spike across the face with a kick! Jenkins holds his jaw as Kibagami circles around to his opponents’ side and connects with a stiff kick to the back of the thigh that knocks Jenkins down to the mat. Sitting up, Spike continues to hold his jaw as Kibagami takes position…and cracks Jenkins across the back with a stiff kick, similar to the one Jenkins just did! “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHH!” The crowd gets behind Kibagami as Jenkins shoots up to his knees, yelping in pain. Spike grabs at his back as he crawls towards the ropes. Kibagami grabs Jenkins by the back of the head and pulls him up to his feet and back into the corner. With Jenkins laid out in the corner, Kibagami snaps off a kick straight to the chest…followed by another…and another! “Kibagami not taking it lightly on Jenkins! The River Dragon is unloading with those kicks to the chest of Spike Jenkins!” The Silent One grabs Jenkins by the wrist and Irish whips him out of the corner…but Jenkins reverses and sends Kibagami into the opposite corner. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Spike charges towards Nathaniel…who ducks his head and back drops Spike over the top rope! …But Jenkins grabs the top rope and lands on his feet on the apron! “Jenkins with cat like ability as he lands on the apron.” Kibagami turns around and throws a wild right hand, but Jenkins blocks it and responds with a forearm to the side of the head. The Silent One stumbles back, giving Jenkins enough time to climb up to the middle rope and on his way to the top. Kibagami shakes off the forearm and charges towards the ropes. He leaps onto the middle rope and springboards off…clipping Jenkins in the back of the head with a gamingiri! “Springboard gamingiri to Jenkins! Kibagami kicked Spike right in the back of the head!” Jenkins falls over onto the apron and drops down to the floor. Kibagami gets to his feet in the ring and poses in the center to the ovation of the crowd. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHH!!!!” “Kibagami showing that he still has some high risk maneuvers in his arsenal,” says Mak Francis. “He just knocked Spike Jenkins loopy!” “The old veteran must have some gas left in the tank to have pulled that off,” begins the Suicide King. “When was the last time we saw Kibagami actually use the ropes, let alone springboard off of them?” Kibagami climbs through the ropes and out onto the floor. He stalks behind Jenkins, who is now climbing up to his feet. Kibagami grabs him by the back of the neck and drags him towards the guardrail. Pointing towards the fans to get out of the way, Kibagami grabs Spike by the wrist and Irish whips him into the corner… …But Spike reverses it and sends The River Dragon back first into the steel guardrail! “Spike Jenkins just sent Nathaniel Kibagami straight into the guardrail!” cries out Mak Francis. “…And he doesn’t look finished yet!” Kibagami leans up against the guardrail, prone to the charging Spike Jenkins, who speeds towards him and cracks him in the side of the face with his boot! *CRACK* “Running Yakuza Kick straight to the face of Kibagami!” Jenkins wastes no time and grabs Kibagami by the wrist. He drags him away from the guardrail and Irish whips him towards the opposite side right back into the guardrail! Jenkins charges towards him again and for a second time, cracks him in the side of the face with another running yakuza kick! *CRACK* “And a second kick to the face of the former leader of The Clan!” shouts Francis. Kibagami stumbles forward, but doesn’t get very far as Jenkins grabs him by the back of the head and shoves him to the ground. Jenkins looks down at the fallen Silent one and spits a slimy, snot-ridden wad onto his back! The crowd comes to life with jeers as Jenkins places one foot on top of the guardrail, posing for the fans around him. “Spike Jenkins has a personal score to settle here tonight with Nathaniel Kibagami,” begins Mak Francis. “…And so far, he has done nothing but try to kick Silents' teeth down his throat!” “I don’t really blame him, Mak,” the Gambling Man responds. “There have been countless times where I have wanted to kick Silent in the mouth.” Jenkins stalks over Kibagami, pulling him up off the ground and rolling him back into the ring. Silent tries to roll away, but Spike follows him in suit and rolls him onto his back. Placing his forearm across the face of the former World Champion as he holds him down for the cover. ONE! TWO!! TH—NO! Kibagami kicks out! Jenkins looks at the referee and slaps his hands together three times, annoyed that he only got a two count. Jenkins climbs up to his feet and pulls Silent up along with him. Cracking Kibagami in the stomach with a kick that forces the former Clan member to kneel over; Spike charges into the ropes and bounces back, grabbing his opponent around the neck and viciously twisting it around with a spinning neckbreaker! Jenkins rolls on top of Kibagami and hooks the leg! ONE! TWO!! THR—NO! Kibagami gets a shoulder up! “Spike almost picking up the win there, but Silent is such a old, tough bastard that he just won’t give up!” “To touch back on history, King, Kibagami gave Spike Jenkins his first ever loss here in the SWF six years ago.” “Really? Well, I’m sure he remembers that while kicking him in the head.” Jenkins climbs up to his feet and pulls Kibagami up with him…but Kibagami suddenly comes to life! He throws all of his weight into Spike and pushes him back into the corner! He grabs Jenkins around the neck as the Hollywood Superstar tries to fight him off, and fires off a knee to the gut! *THUD* …And another! *THUD* “Nathaniel Kibagami getting a second wind here against Spike Jenkins!” Nathan takes a step back and fires off a huge kick straight into the chest of The New Straight Edge Sensation! *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* Jenkins falls into a sitting position, but this doesn’t stop Silent one moment. He continues to throw out those razor-like kicks at the face of the former Cruiserweight Champion. Spike covers up as best as he can and rolls underneath the bottom rope out onto the apron. Nathan reaches over the top rope for his opponent, but the referee jumps in between the two, forcing Nathan back. “Spike bought himself a few moments to catch his breath…” begins Francis, who watches on. “Or maybe not…” Nathan pushes the referee out of the way and stomps back towards Jenkins. He reaches over the top rope and grabs his opponents dirty blonde hair… …Only for Spike to grab him around the neck and drop him throat first across the top rope! “BOOOOOOOOOOOO!” “I love it, Francis! Spike Jenkins finally showing that mean streak that he has always been talking about!” Kibagami crashes to the mat, clutching his throat as he gasps for air. Jenkins sits on the apron, smiling to himself as he catches his breath. Looking at the crowd in front of him, his face lights up with a slimy grin as he points to his brain. “Spike Jenkins taking on a whole new attitude for this match here against Kibagami,” notes Mak Francis. Spike stands up on the ring apron and begins to ascend up to the top rope. Once there, he perches himself on the top rope, watching as Nathaniel Kibagami struggles to his feet. Still clutching his throat, he turns towards Jenkins…who leaps off the top rope and connects with a dropkick! Nathan is forcefully thrown to the ground, but isn’t given much time to feel the effects of the impact as Spike turns him over onto his back and hooks the leg! ONE! TWO!! THRE—NO! “Spike Jenkins has been dominating the former World Champion literally since the bell was rung. But despite the beating, Nathaniel Kibagami has refused to give in!” Jenkins rises to his knees, grabs Kibagrami by the back of the head and sits him up. Wrapping his bicep around the neck of Nathan, Jenkins slams him back down into a lying position on the mat, tearing at the notoriously injured neck with a chin lock! “Looks like Spike is now changing game plans,” notes Mak Francis. “He hit Kibagami with everything except the kitchen sink and wasn’t able to keep him down for the three count. Now it looks like he is going to try and keep Nathan on his back and tear at the neck.” “Using the mighty power of a chin lock…” “It’s simple and effective, King.” “You can really tell Spike means business because he’s using a chin lock and not a cravat. I’ve always hated that move, Francis.” Spike tweaks and rips at the neck of Kibagami. Lying prone on the mat, Nathan struggles to turn his body over and to push himself up to his feet, but Spike refuses to give him in an inch. Using his bicep to cut off circulation to the brain of his opponent, Jenkins sandbags himself, forcing Kibagami to lift an extra two hundred pounds off the ground. “Spike Jenkins has been undeniably focused on destroying that neck of Nathaniel Kibagami. He came into this match with a game plan and he is sticking to it.” “If this match continues at this pace, Spike is eventually going to put Kibagami back on the injured list!” “But you can never count Kibagami out, King. You, of all people, should know that best!” “Personally, I think it is ironic that the man who made his career off the fact that he broke Edwin MacPhistos’ neck is one piledriver away from having HIS neck broken…AGAIN!” The former Clan leader rolls over onto his stomach and begins to push himself off the mat. Spike follows Kibagami up to his feet, swiftly shifting his position and locking his opponent in a side headlock. Kibagami fires off an elbow, connecting with the midsection of The Hollywood Superstar! He fires off a second…and a third! Kibagami frees himself from the grasps of Jenkins and shoots off towards the ropes. Bouncing off of them, he charges back towards his opponent, ready to strike… …But is beaten to the punch, when Spike connects with a kick straight to the gut. Kibagami stops dead in his tracks and is prone to an attack as he is knelt over, holding his stomach. “Nathan was on the verge of making a comeback, but Jenkins refuses to give him an inch! He is all over Kibagami tonight!” “Like white on rice!” “Yeah, sure, King.” Spike takes a moment to catch his breath, but then speeds off into the adjacent ropes. Bouncing off them, he charges back towards the former World Champion. Ready to strike with a forearm, Jenkins charges towards his opponent… …And straight into Nathaniel Kibagamis’ arms! Silent catches him and viciously spins him over and drives him into the mat with a power slam! Nathan desperately hooks a leg, looking for the pin fall! ONE! TWO!! THRE—NO!! Jenkins gets a shoulder up! “Kibagami almost scored the win with that power slam!” Kibagami rolls off of Spike and begins to climb up to his feet. Jenkins follows behind, trying to shake the cobwebs off from the power slam. Up to his feet, he turns towards Kibagami, who lashes forward! *CRACK* …Left kick to the leg… *CRACK* …Right kick to the ribs… *CRACK* …Left kick to the ribs… *SMACK* …ROARING ELBOW TO THE SIDE OF THE SKULL! “Did you see that, King?” cries Francis. Spikes’ eyes roll to the back of his head as he falls backwards to the mat! Kibagami drops to the mat and covers Jenkins! ONE! TWO!! THRE—NOOO! SPIKE KICKS OUT! “The aptly named Fire and Knives striking combo by Kibagami! That roaring elbow looked like it may have knocked Jenkins clean out of his boots!” “But he still kicked out, Francis!” Kibagami rises to his feet, a look of annoyance on his face. He reaches down and drags Spike Jenkins up to his feet. The two hundred and seventy pound monster formerly known as Silent realizes that he finally has Jenkins right where he wants him and wastes no time in beating on the younger superstar. Using one arm to grab Jenkins around the neck and the other to grab him around his waist, Kibagami lifts Spike straight into the air and tosses him backwards onto his head with a T-Bone Suplex! “Big time power move by Nathaniel Kibagami!” cries Mak Francis. “He might actually have Spike down for the count!” Spike lies prone on the mat, as Kibagami rolls over and covers him! ONE! TWO!! THRE—NO! Spike kicks out! Kibagami sits up and rolls over onto his hands and knees, obvious signs of him gassing. Jenkins quickly rolls away towards the ropes, desperately trying to get away from The River Dragon. “Kibagami looked to end this match with that T-Bone Suplex, but Spike Jenkins was able to kick out right before the three!” “Personally, I think Kibagami is going to need to drop Spike on his head a couple of more times before he can get the win.” “Or maybe kicking him in the head a couple of times…” “Knowing Kibagami, it could go either way.” Nathan rises to his feet, visibly fatigued, but pushing himself to continue. Spike Jenkins crawls into the corner and pulls himself up to his knees. Kibagami rushes in, ready to strike…but Jenkins makes the first move and grabs Nathan by the waist and pulls him forward, causing The River Dragon to trip and crash face first into the middle turnbuckle! “Spike Jenkins taking advantage of the exhausted Kibagami. While being a tough bastard, the pace of this match is beginning to take a toll on him.” “That’s what happens with old age, Mak…it’s probably worse when you’re in a wheel chair!” laughs The Suicide King. “I’m going to roll over your foot, I swear.” The Hollywood Superstar realizes he bought himself only a few moments and crawls away in the opposite direction from Kibagami. Nathan shakes the cobwebs away and uses the ropes to pull himself up. In the opposite corner, Jenkins pushes himself off the ground…and charges towards his opponent. Leaping into the air, Spike drives both of his knees straight into the spine of The River Dragon! “Double knees straight into the back of Kibagami!” cries Mak Francis. Jenkins steps back, watching as Kibagami stumbles backwards out of the corner. Quickly grabbing him around the waist, Jenkins lifts Nathaniel straight up into the air…and drops him backwards on top of his head! “Backdrop Driver!” shouts Mak Francis. “He dropped Kibagami right on his head!” “It has to be over, King!” Jenkins rolls over and hooks the leg of Nathaniel Kibagami! ONE! TWO!! THREE—NO! KIBAGAMI KICKS OUT! “I don’t believe it, King! Spike Jenkins has been tearing at that injured neck of Kibagami and he just DROPPED the forty year old on the top of his head…and he still kicked out!” “Must be all the pain medication Kibagami is on for his bad hip!” “He’s not that old, King…” The Hollywood Superstar shoots up to his feet and jumps into the face of referee Matthew Kivell. Screaming at the senior official, Jenkins gives him a light shove and turns his attention back to Kibagami. Standing at full attention, Jenkins grabs at his elbow pad on his right arm and rips it off. “King, you know what this means. He’s going for the lariat!” “This move has won him plenty of matches in the past and with the weakened state that Kibagamis' neck is in, it might win him this one!” Kibagami rolls over onto his hands and knees and pushes himself up off the mat. Slowly rising to his feet, The River Dragon clutches the back of his head. Jenkins wait another couple of seconds before taking off. He charges into the ropes facing Kibagami and bounces off. Charging at the River Dragon, Jenkins speeds towards him, his arm outstretched… …But Kibagami steps forward and swiftly lifts Jenkins up into the air and onto his shoulders…and just as quickly drops him on top of his head with a Death Valley Driver! “Death Valley Driver from out of nowhere!” Spike lies spread out, no visible signs of movement. Kibagami quickly rolls over and covers his opponent! “It’s over, King! Spike is not kicking out of that!” ONE! TWO!! “He dropped him right on his head, Mak!” THREE—NO! SPIKE KICKS OUT! “Unbelievable!” Kibagami sits up, looking around in shock. Strategically planning out what move to make up next, Nathaniel turns over and stumbles up to his feet. Jenkins pulls himself up into a sitting position, visibly having a difficult time. Rolling over onto his side, he pushes himself up to his feet. “Kibagami is taking position, I think he is ready to finish The Hollywood Superstar off!” Spike climbs to his feet and stumbles around. The crowd lights up as Kibagami takes a few steps forward, just as Jenkins turns around… …And Kibagami lashes out, throwing his right boot straight at the skull of Spike Jenkins… …Who ducks underneath! The momentum causes Nathan to continue spinning, leaving his back open to Spike…who dives forward and grabs Kibagami with a half nelson! “Spike ducked the high kick and now he is going for the half nelson backbreaker! One of his signature moves!” Jenkins uses his free hand to grab Kibagami by the waist. He hoists the River Dragon up into the air, ready to snap him in half across his knee… …But Kibagami is able to break free and land on his feet behind Spike! Jenkins turns around, but is met with a quick boot to the gut by Kibagami! The former Clan leader pulls the knelt over Jenkins into a standing head scissors and double underhooks both arms! “KING! He’s going for The Demonstar Driver!” “If he hits this, not only will he end the match…but he may also end Spike Jenkins career!” “There is no kicking out of The Demonstar Driver!” Nathaniel tries to lift Jenkins up, but the Straight Edger holds his own! Struggling to get away, Spike breaks Nathan’s grip and pushes himself away. The River Dragon steps forward, not ready to give up his momentum…but is met with a standing enziguri to the side of the head! Jenkins quickly hops to his feet and grabs the stunned Kibagami by the waist and hoists him up into the air…and back onto the top of his head with a second backdrop driver! “Backdrop driver! The second one of this match! He almost defeated Kibagami earlier with this same maneuver!” cries Francis. Kibagami lands on the back of his head, but immediately rolls forward onto his knees. With a glazed over look in his eyes, Kibagami climbs up to his feet! “Did he just completely no-sell getting dropped on his head?” asks King. “Maybe…” …But as soon as Kibagami gets to his feet, he stumbles forward into a high kick straight to the side of the skull by Spike! “…But he didn’t no-sell that!” The River Dragon refuses to go down, but he nearly falls forward…but that is exactly where The New Straight Edge Sensation wants him. Pulling Kibagami into a standing head scissors, Spike double underhooks both of his opponents arms… “Is he going to do it, Mak? Can Spike Jenkins defeat the former Silent?” “Kibagami better look out…because it doesn’t look like this is going to…” …Spike leaps backwards into the air, pulling Silent up with him…and drives him face first into the mat with a pedigree! “ENDWELL!” shouts Francis. Spike rolls Kibagami over onto his back and covers him, making sure to plant his forearm on the side of The River Dragons face. ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! *Ding Ding Ding* “It’s over, King! Spike Jenkins has defeated Nathaniel Kibagami!” “All it took was kicking him in the face and dropping him on his head a couple of times!” “Whatever it takes, King.” Emmure’s “When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong” starts up as the New Straight Edge Sensation climbs up to his feet. Matthew Kivell hurries over to raise his hand, but Jenkins pulls away. Instead, he stomps into the corner and climbs up to the middle rope. With the crowd paying attention and the world watching at home on DVD, Jenkins slaps his chest and with a smug look on his face, poses for the crowd. “It looks like Spike Jenkins has a new attitude…let’s see how far it gets him in the new SWF!”

MANSON vs CHRISTIAN FURY At Vermillion, South Dakota's Dakota Dome, the instrumental of "Booyaka 619" by POD begins, as the arena lights dim. The crowd rises to their feet, cheering as pyro explodes from all sides of the stage. From within Chris Fury makes his way down the ramp, cool and confident as he walks, and prepared for the task at hand. "…the following is a hardcore rules match, scheduled for one fall! First, making his way down to the ring, he hails from Tacoma, Washington, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty-two pounds… CHRIS FUUUURRRRRRRYYYYYYYYY!" "Here comes Christian Fury, he's had a rough go of it since returning," begins Mak, "and as confident as he may seem, he's up against an inferno here." "It's definitely nothing good that Fury has to look forward to, as seen in Manson's effort against one half of the Tag Team Champions in Austin Sly." "However, Fury is no slouch. Chris will surely take advantage if Manson makes a mistake. I mean, he kept himself together in the fight with Austin, but something has to give eventually." In the ring, Fury continues to pump the crowd up, now at a fever pitch, as sparks rain down from the rafters above. However, the festivities come to an end, as the steady stream of sparks trickles to a stop. As the crowd murmurs amongst themselves, the pause gives way to a low, guttural growl, kicking off 'Scientific Remote Viewing' as strobes begin to pulse and spotlights roam the arena, while smoke pours out over the stage. The curtain soon parts and from the back comes Manson amidst the chaos, as the jeering crowd heralds his arrival. "And his opponent, hailing from Denver, Colorado, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds… MMMAAAAANNNNSOOOONNNN!" He slides into the ring on his approach, standing and backing into his corner, opposite of Fury, where he flings his leather jacket over the post and leans back against the turnbuckle. "Well, it was an impressive win against Austin, no doubt," says Francis, "but the question is whether he can live up to his previous showing and establish himself as a force in yet another hardcore match versus an equally game opponent." *DING!* Both emerge at the bell, the Raging Bull the more aggressive of the two, as he rushes Fury. The two begin swapping rights and lefts, with Manson eventually gaining the advantage. With Fury dazed, Manson ducks behind and puts on a waistlock from under the arm, hoisting Fury up, and dropping him behind with an early saito suplex! The vet Fury ducks out of the ring, rolling underneath and holding his neck as Manson grips the top rope from inside. "Great saito suplex to start by Manson and he's already forced Fury to the outside!" "As bad as he is inside, Fury definitely doesn't want to be outside the ring with him." As Manson prepares to launch himself over, Fury quickly dodges out of harm's way, causing his opponent to abandon the attack and follow Fury to the outside. Out on the floor, he follows Fury and attacks from behind with clubbing blow across the back. As Fury stands, he receives a European uppercut, knocking him a few steps back. Following another uppercut, Manson grabs Fury by the arm and goes for the Irish whip, but he holds his ground and reverses, changing the momentum. As Manson comes back, Fury goes low and launches Manson up into the air, dropping him on the floor with a back bodydrop! He hits with a thud, tingling as he stands and rounds the corner, heading toward the announce table. "Dumped on the floor by Fury from seven feet in the air, he looks out of it as he heads right toward us!" Fury heads up onto the apron, where he waits for Manson. He leaps off as Manson turns from the table and begins to head back, catching him with a headscissors, and launching Manson over the table, as King manages to move out of the way. Manson tries to catch himself, but it's to no avail, as he slides off and lands in a mess on the concrete. "He nearly took both of us out, but thankfully King, at least, was able to move out of the way" says Mak in a rush, attempting to regain his composure, "but Manson is much worse for wear!" "You always worry only about yourself! Have some heart, Mak… and break Manson's fall the next time around, please. What do you think you're here for?" replies Suicide King, as he rushes over to Manson's aid. "Put those few inches you can move in that chair to good use, Wheels." "Eat a dick, Brian… You're the devotee, I didn't see you helping him until after he hit, and you're not supposed to partial to someone to the point of helping them out, anyway." "I'm more valuable to the booth than you are." As Suicide King helps Manson to his feet, Fury brushes past him and grabs Manson by the hair, but with a quick swing, the Bull blasts Fury with a microphone in hand! "He grabbed a microphone from nearby and just jabbed Chris Fury with it! So I don't know what you're complaining about, King!" Fury goes down, now with his nearest arm over his temple and ear, as Manson drags him out into clear view and pulls him up to his feet. Taking him by the arm, Manson once again tries for an Irish whip, this time succeeding, as he sends Fury right into the post! Chris bounces off, hitting face first, and landing on the ground, as Manson rushes into a cover. "ONE! TWO!" "Kickout by Fury!" Pinning Fury down with a knee in the chest, Manson begins wailing on him with rights, putting him out of commission momentarily, while he rolls off and begins rummaging beneath the ring. "He's the clear aggressor here, now using this opportunity to head beneath the ring and find what he can." Manson emerges a moment later, pulling out a pair of chairs with him. Placing one beneath Fury, he raises the other above his head to the rising boos of the fans. But as he brings the chair down, attempting to sandwich Fury's skull between, the wily vet manages to roll out of the way! The two chairs collide with a loud crash, while the sting in Manson's fingertips causes him to drop the chair, as Fury approaches. Wrapping his arms around Manson's body, under the arm and over the shoulder, with a hook of the leg, he pulls Manson down with a reverse STO onto the hard ground! "Complete Shot by Fury! Cover!" "ONE!!! TWO!!!! T-- NO!!!!!" "The Complete Shot doesn't get it done, Fury couldn't put it away!" Fury stands, bending down to take Manson up with him, but in desperation, the Bull strikes with a thumb to the eye! Fury swipes at Manson, already into the ring after pulling himself in. After gathering himself, Fury follows, only to catch a low boot to the face! "There's a low boot after a poke in the eye, and here's a cover!" "ONE! TWO!" Another kickout by Fury prompts Manson to head outside again, where he digs under the ring and emerges with his trademark crooked, metal baseball bat. He stares at the instrument with a gleam in his eye and rolls into the ring, where Fury stands and stumbles back into the ropes. The Messiah charges Fury and swings with the bat in hand, but he deftly maneuvers out of the way, ducking out of the way of the attack. His back to Fury, the opponent quickly grips Manson by the head and drops down, impacting the back of his head into the mat with a sleeper slam! Fury scrambles into the cover, hooking the leg as Kivell counts. "ONE!!! TWO!!!! T-- NO!!!!" Fury rolls off Manson, heading toward the bat and taking it in his hands, and raising it in his hands as the fans cheer. Holding the back of his skull, Manson comes up to his feet, catching Fury in his line of sight. He backs away, cornered, as Fury approaches. As Fury raises the bat above his head once more, ready to strike, his opponent quickly rolls underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. "Chris Fury has Manson's bat! The Bull is in for it now!" "I say, that's blasphemy! No mortal or unclean person is allowed to lay hands on Manson's personal effects!" Outside, as Fury exits the ring, Manson comes upon a chair. With the folding chair, as Fury takes a swing with the bat, he manages to block, earning a reprieve for the time being. However, the chair bounces away, leaving Manson defenseless as he continues to back away. Near the post, though, he lands a kick to the stomach of his approaching foe, following that up with an uppercut. Finally, Fury drops the bat, and Manson takes Fury up on his shoulders. He keeps Fury up for a moment, as much as his body can give, then drops down onto his back and drives his knees into Fury's stomach and chest! "Double Knee Gutbuster from up high by Manson!" Fury breathes hard in and out, the wind knocked out of him, as Manson wearily approaches. However, as Manson bends over to lift Fury back up, he finds himself on his shoulders as Fury rolls him up into a pin! "SMALL PACKAGE! COVER!" "ONE!!! TWO!!!! THR-- NOOOO!!!!!" "KICKOUT! Kickout by Manson at two and a half!" Manson and Fury stand, but Manson is the first to strike, landing a hard knee to the gut! Fury goes down to a knee, the air knocked out once again, and Manson bends down, wrapping his arms around the midsection from above. With a monstrous heave, Manson pulls Fury up off the ground, but even with his breathing labored, he manages the strength needed to pull Manson over with a headscissors! "I don't know what he had planned there, but the end result is another headscissors managing to take Manson off balance!" Up to his feet, Manson grips the back of his head, going through his own problems, as Fury closes in with a short run. However, with a push up into the chest of Fury, Manson takes him into the air, then drops him back down with force as he hits a Rydeen Bomb, the impact driving the spine and rear of the head into the hard mat! "He calls the Rydeen Bomb the Rocky Mountain High and it pays off as he keeps Fury down for the cover!" "ONE!!! TWO!!!! THR-- NOOOO!!!!!" "SHOULDER UP! Fury JUST gets a shoulder up off the Rydeen Bomb by Manson!" "No! That SHOULD have been it! Some strong, evil magic must be afoot to have kept the win away from Manson there!" "He's the evil one, but I'm inclined to agree. Even if it is just will and determination, something is driving Fury here." Despite the pain shooting through, Fury manages a series of punches to the abdominals of Manson, stalling him slightly. A number of forearms to the back puts a stop to this, but while continuing to pull Fury up, he manages to latch onto the waistband of Manson and with a slight pull, sends him into the post face first! Manson slouches against the post, nearly collapsed, but manages to keep himself up with the ring ropes. He pulls himself away from the post, but Fury charges from a full length of the ring away, latching onto the post and swinging toward Manson with the Dead Man's Curve! Still, he slumps out of the way, and after nearly taking a header from the momentum and the slippery post, Fury regains himself on the apron. However, with a downward chop to the base of the neck, Manson stuns Fury with a modified Burning Sword! "Dead Man's Curve attempt by Fury but Manson dodges and turns it into a Burning Sword alternation on the apron!" As Fury chokes and coughs from nearly having his windpipe crushed, Manson wraps his arm around the neck of Fury and clutching the waistband, pulls him off the apron. In the air, Fury kicks his legs in desperation as he attempts to land behind, but it's in vain as Manson drives him into the ground with the Instant Hell Murder! "It's done, Mak! Finished!" "Instant Hell Murder! Fury is spiked into the ground, this is the very same move which put an end to Austin Sly last time!" "ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!!" *DING DING!* "Your winner… MMMAAAAANNNNNSOOOONNNN!" booms Funyon, as Kivell raises his arm. "Yes, the exact same way he put an end to Sly at Class Is In Session, he did to Chris Fury here at Ashes to Ashes!" "That's two in a row, Mak! He can't be stopped! He can't be denied! Soon he'll rule this place and it's all through manipulating what Maddix put in place! I love it!" "We all have no choice but to wait and see if that happens, since I'm not sold… but I hate to think of the state of the federation if that happens or if this should go to his head." "This place would be better than ever and you know it," says King, as we fade out with one last shot of Manson as he heads up the ramp.

DANCE DANCE DRAGON vs INSANE LUCHADOR "Well King, we kick things off tonight with some Cruiserweight action. Last month at Class Is In Session, recent OAOAST acquisition Dance Dance Dragon was given the opportunity of a lifetime as he took on World Cruiserweight Champion Wildchild, non-title, in only his second SWF match. And he so, so very nearly made his career overnight as he seemingly had DubCee beaten, before the time-limit expired on him in dramatic fashion. As if pushing the Champion to the limit wasn't enough to stake a claim for a shot at the Cruiserweight gold, tonight is a chance for DDD to impress again against an SWF veteran." "The Insane Luchador. You know, IL's really more of a hardcore guy than a cruiserweight, but since Landon's decided that since he can do whatever he wants now, he's going to keep the Hardcore Gamers Title for himself..." "I really don't think that's the case." "...I suppose IL has to take what he's given." King continues, completely ignoring Mak. "Man in the Box” by Alice in Chains begins to play as we go to the ring for our first action of the night. A surge of red and the ever mysterious black pyro goes up in smoke, smoke which The Insane Luchador emerges from, energetically throws his arms up into the air to rally the crowd. IL then makes his walk to the ring, slapping a few of the fans’ hands. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest of ASHES TO ASHES 2007, a contest scheduled for one fall and to be contested under Cruiserweight Rules! A strict twenty count will be observed at ringside and the throwing of an opponent over the top rope will result in an automatic disqualification. Introducing first, he hails from Easton, Pennsylvania... weighing in tonight at two hundred, twenty three pounds... he is YOUR IIIIIIIIIIINNSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAANNEEEEEEE... LLLUUUUUUUUUUUCCHHHHAAAAAAAADDOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!" Insane Luchador enters the ring and gets the going over from referee Sexton Hardcastle. Meanwhile it's countdown time as "Hung Up" by Madonna begins to play, the stage being covered by one large, holographic DDR stage. Eventually the intro runs to a close and as the song picks up and so does the ACTION~ as the stage is filled with a bevvy of scantily female dancers. The lights in the arena strobe out as The Dance Dance Dragon steps through the entrance doors and busts out some hot ass moves! "And his opponent. From Osaka Japan, he weighs one hundred, ninety nine pounds... "THE STRONG STYLE PARTY ANIMAL"... DANCE! DANCE! DDRRRRRRRRAAAAAAGGOOOOOOOOOOONN!!!!" "YYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" "How the hell did this guy get his own dancers!? He's only been here five minutes! Besides, I thought we were supposed to be trimming the budget." Having danced his way down the aisle, Dragon slides into the ring. Off comes the jacket as Dragon is ready to go. Presumably. We can't see his face under the mask (duh!) but one can only presume he's ready to go. The Insane Luchador watches on from the corner as Dragon watches his dance troupé leave. As Dragon begins to get his mind back off of dancing and onto wrestling though... ...he takes his mind and eye portal off of IL, who immediately pounces on him before the bell!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Alright!" cheers King, suddenly perking up a little. "Insane Luchador wasting no time here tonight, I guess that dance routine did nothing for him." *DINGDINGDING!* Despite the referee's protests, Luchador pounds away on the back of The Dance Dance Dragon repeatedly before setting him up for an irish whip. Back shoots Dragon and into a hard back elbow. Down he goes as Luchador drops to his knees and follows up with a blatant choke which earns him another reprimand from the ref. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THRE...!" IL releases the choke, only to re-apply it... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FO..." Another break by Luchador, right on time, keeps him from being DQed but earns him no fans in South Dakota. "Looks like Luchador's got some built up frustrations." Mak says, sounding a little surprised. "Well, the belt he won three times is probably holed up down the road in Huron on Landon's mom's mantelpiece. Wouldn't you be pissed?" Luchador puts the boots to Dragon now, stomping The Masked Dance Assassin with a scowl etched across his face. "It seems like certain members of the SWF roster have a real chip on their shoulder over Dance Dance Dragon. It's almost as if the likes of IL don't think he belongs in the same ring as them, which as he proved against Wildchild couldn't be further from the truth." With a handful of tassels Luchador drags Dragon back to his feet and hangs his arms up over the top rope. A couple of quick punches to the gut soften Dragon up before IL pins back the head and... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...connects with a knifedge chop. Dragon's top absorbs some if not all of the blow though. And being the Strong Style Party Animal that he is, he fires right back... *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...with a chop of his own to IL's bare chest! "Now THAT's a chop!" gasps Mak. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...a second! "And so was that." *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...and a third, backing IL up across the ring. IL tries to cut Triple D off as he follows after him, flinging himself at his masked opponent with a spinning backfist attempt. That is ducked though, leaving Luchador wide open for an elbow strike to the jaw! With IL staggered, Dragon now hits the ropes, coming back with a flying, spinning wheel kick that takes The Ill One clean off his feet! Luch' is left clutching his jaw, but he's got no time to nurse injuries this time around, as Dragon follows up with a pin... 1... 2... Kickout. Allowing Insane Luchador up, Dragon jukes and jives a little before setting up an irish whip. IL spins out in front though, landing a boot to the gut and swatting away Dragon's hand. A forearm eventually follows, Luchador loading up Dragon and sending him into the turnbuckles. In he follows... but right into one of The Dance Dance Dragon's dancin' feet! "YYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" Quickly Dragon vaults up onto the middle rope. And the Dragon flies, prompting Luchador to duck his head anticipating the dive, only for Dragon to soar overhead and take IL over with a sunset flip... 1... 2... IL slams his feet together and breaks the pin, before rolling back and out of the ring. "Absolutely nothing seems to be going right for Insane Luchador so far..." "Well, he decided to start striking with Dragon and I guess he didn't take too kindly to it. What with him being 'strong style' and all." calls King, voice dripping with sarcasm. As he stumbles around ringside, Insane Luchador looks fully intent on using the referee's ten count to it's fullest advantage to get his bearings back. Dragon has other ideas though as he bursts across the ring. Luchador doesn't notice until the last moment. And by then it's too late, as Dragon soars through the top and middle ropes and wipes IL out with a topé!! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" "Suicidal dive from Dragon and he got it all!" "DANCE DANCE DRA - GON!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "DANCE DANCE DRA - GON!" *clap clap clapclapclap* Dragon drags himself back up. And, as the Dance Dance Dragon, he of course dances to celebrate his dive! "Was that the Running Man?" asks Mak. "I know dancing isn't one of the easiest past-times for you nowadays Mak, but you weren't seriously asking me that and expecting an answer, were you?" Back inside we go and Dragon picks Insane Luchador back up, executing a quick snap suplex in the centre of the ring. Setting IL in place, Dragon then sets off into the ropes at full speed. Inexplicably, he gradually slows to a stop on the rebound though, shaking off the shoulders and dusting it off before putting all his weight behind a kneedrop to the chest. "That's The Strong Style Shuffle!" Lateral press by Dragon... 1... 2... Shoulder up! As Luchador looks to get right back up, Dragon clasps on a headlock to try and maintain control. Insane Luchador goes to the gut with an elbow though. A second. And a third elbow, IL sliding behind and lifting Dragon up for a back suplex. Dragon manages to float over top though and lands behind The Ill One, swiping at the back of the legs with a kick that drops him down to his knees. With his usual panache Dance Dance Dragon dance dances his way in front of IL and lines him up... *THUD!* ...for a stiff kick to the chest... *THUD!* ...and a second... "Looking for the Combo..." Slamming his fists into the canvas, Dragon now takes aim and whips out with a kick to the head... ...DUCKED! Luchador avoids the Combo completing kick and snatches a rear waistlock. Panicking, Dragon tries to punch the hands apart to free himself from the waistlock, but Insane holds firm and takes Dragon over with a Release German Suplex! IL quickly scrambles after DDD to make the pin seconds later... 1... 2... NO! "Excellent suplex, but not enough to slay the mighty Dragon." "I was hoping you'd avoid those puns." "You obviously don't know me very well, King." Luchador keeps the pressure on as he puts the boots to the Dragon, Dragon retreating to the corner as the kicks rain down. In follows Insane Luchador and he pins Dragon down against the bottom turnbuckle, foot plainly placed across the throat which draws in referee Hebner. "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" "FO..." Breaking on four, IL pulls Dragon to his feet and out of the corner. An elbow strike rocks Dragon back a step and leaves him wide open for IL to stoop in, lifting Dragon off the canvas and with a quick 180, Hotshotting Dragon across the top rope! The whiplash sends Dragon stumbling back and IL is on the move, bouncing off the ropes and clocking him up under the mask-strap with an MMA style flying knee strike! That series of moves gets the crowd back on IL's back, but also leaves Dragon in position for the cover... 1... 2... Kickout! "DRA - GON!" "DRA - GON!" "DRA - GON!" "DRA - GON!" The crowd rally behind Dance Dance Dragon as IL turns him over and applies a Camel Clutch to try and slow the pace of the match down. "These people... I guess this explain a lot about Maddix, if this is what South Dakota is willing to support." "How can you not love a dancing masked dragon from Japan, King?" "The way I am. Justifiably." Dragon starts to feel the groove, bopping along to the crowd's beat as he climbs back to his feet. As he reaches his feet Luchador adjusts his positioning and cuts him off with a knee though, grabbing two handfuls of mask and throwing Dragon down to the mat, hard. He follows up with the cover... 1... 2... But Dragon kicks out. Pulling Dragon back up off the canvas, IL executes a quick snap suplex and just as quickly rolls out of the ring. Scaling the turnbuckles, The Insane Luchador looks to live up to at least one, if not both, of his names as he reaches the top rope and sets in place. Dragon climbs to his feet and into the path of the soaring IL, knocking Dragon off his feet with a beautiful Top Rope Crossbody... 1... 2... Kickout! First up, IL looks to keep the pressure on and bring Dragon right back up again. But Dragon brushes him off and throws away the arms of The Insane Luchador, trying to take his head off with a violent LARIA... ...NO! IL ducks the line! A knee to the kidneys softens DDD up for an irish whip, IL measuring Dragon as he comes back off the ropes and leaping up for a Hurricanrana... but he gets caught! Dragon catches the legs and as the back of Luchador's head strikes the canvas, back leans DDD, propelling IL across the ring with a slingshot. He executes the move a little too far away from the ropes to send IL directly into them, but the momentum takes IL forward off his feet, landing throat-first across the middle rope. "Ooh!" grimaces Mak, as IL's head whiplashes off the ring rope. "That looked nasty." IL is left dazed as Dragon gets to his feet, but recovers enough to charge at that point. For what little good it does him. Armdrag by Dragon! Armdrag again! And a third, Japanese armdrag this time, turning Insane Luchador for a complete loop! IL is reeling now and finds himself pushed up against the turnbuckles by Triple D, in no position to fight back as Dragon unloads with a right hand. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop. And a right hand. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" ...chop. Right hand. *SLAP!* "WHOOOOOOOO!" Chop, Right hand. "It's a Violence Party in Vermillion!" With IL slumping down the turnbuckles, Dragon brings the party to an abrupt halt. Instead, he hoists Luchador up and sits him on the top turnbuckle, running his thumb across the throat to singal that it's OVAH~! "We may be about to see the Bemani Buster!" "The what!?" Sure enough, Dragon pulls down the head and tries to muscle him up for the buster, but Insane Luchador is clinging onto the ropes for dear life. Dragon lands a forearm before trying again, but again Luchador won't budge. And eventually IL is able to fight back, slamming his elbow into the back of Dragon's head and fending him off. IL now grabs a front facelock and leaps off the middle rope, looking for a Tornado DDT. He's pushed off by Dragon, but lands safely on his feet in the centre of the ring and as Dragon charges him, he counters, taking Dragon over with a snap Powerslam! 1... 2... 3- NO! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" "Dragon almost got caught there, but the shoulder did come up just in time!" insists Mak. Luchador storms back up but has no time to take issue with the referee, with Dragon recovering from the sudden counter. With a front facelock applied, IL reaches out and looks to grab onto the waist of DDD's bodysuit for leverage on the Implant DDT... ...but before he can do so, Dragon spins his way out of the hold with a wring of the arm! Dragon then beats him to the attack with a quick forearm strike. Another. And a third. Boot to the gut by Dragon doubles The Ill One over and Dragon turns back to back with IL, cradling up the arms and looking for the Newbie Killer (Vertibreaker)! Standing upright, IL is able to block that, sending Dragon tumbling over the back. He lands on his feet and with a waistlock he runs for the ropes, trying to bring Insane Luchador over with an O'Connor roll. Luchador hangs onto the top rope and pushes Dragon off though, then turns and tumbles over top with a sunset flip... ...attempt, countered, Dragon leaping up and landing a big legdrop across the throat! "YYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Rolling back to his feet Dragon gives Insane Luchador a kick and keeps on kicking, nudging Insane Luchador over until he's facedown on the canvas before stomping him in the back of the head. Dragon then leaves the ring and heads up top, bringing the fans to their feet. "The Dragon is about to spread his wings!" The Dance Dance Dragon reaches the top and carefully stomps his foot on the buckle, building up a good score before he soars off the top, aiming his Perfect! double stomp at the back of The Ill One's head... ...BUT THERE'S NOBODY HOME!! "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" "Well, that was less than Perfect!, that's for sure." "Dance Dance Dragon could have blown both his knees out there, very easily." Limping back to his feet, Dragon turns right into a quick kick to the right knee from IL. Dragon manages not to go down, just yet, but IL quickly picks the leg and leaves Dragon hobbling uneasily on one foot. Before IL can act further however, Dragon suddenly throws himself backwards, kicking out with his free leg and catching Luchador in the chest with enough force to send him flying. Luchador is able to roll through the landing though, enabling him to get back to his feet before The Masked Dance Assassin and grab him by those pesky mask tassles again. Dragon shrugs him off though, throwing a LARIA... ...ducked, again... ...but this time, the left arm LARIAT finds the mark!! "YYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" "No quite Va'aiga, but not bad." concedes King. Grabbing onto IL's ankle, Dragon rolls him backwards and through to his feet... *SLAP!* ...before smashing him up under the jaw with a Running Palm Strike! "Big two-strike combo, here's the cover..." 1... 2... Kickout! "Nah, Luchador's harder to put away than that." King calls. "You're pretty much going to have to knock him out to put him down." With IL just beginning to stir, away walks Dragon. He comes to a stop at the nearest corner and starts to climb the turnbuckles facing out into the crowd. Luchador gets to his feet just as Dragon gets his own feet planted onto the top rope, looking through his legs and trying to time his next move out. His timing is off though, allowing IL enough time to rush forward, crotching Dragon on the top rope and stepping back as he subsequently falls backwards trapping himself in the tree of woe. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jogging back across the ring, Luchador takes up post in the opposite corner of the ring and measures up the eye portals on Dance Dance Dragon's mask. "It may be Game Over... or, whatever slogan they use on DDR games. I dunno. Where's Thoth when you need him?" Luchador gets full run-up before charging in, diving towards Dragon's head with both feet... ...but Dragon reaches up and grabs the middle rope, using it to lever his head up and out of harm's way! IL's legs end up crashing into the bottom turnbuckle and he pulls himself up, while Dragon bridges back up. He gets his footing back on the top rope and this time gets his timing spot on, soaring backwards with a Moonsault Press that wipes IL out seconds after reaching his feet... 1... 2... 3!!!!! "YYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "Woah! Big win for Dance Dance Dragon!" Hopping out through the bottom and middle ropes, Dragon still nurses his groinial region a little, but finds it within in him to bust some moves in celebration of his victory. IL sits up in the ring, a little groggy, wondering what just happened as he looks out at the ongoing celebrations. "Here is your winner of the match... THE DANCE... DANCE... DDRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAGGOOOOOOOOOOONN!!!!!" "YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" "Hung Up" pumps back through the arena as Triple D dances his way back up the aisle, slapping out at outstretched hands from his newfound fans. "How about that King?" "I think you can chalk that down as a lucky win Mak. Dragon caught Luchador napping. I don't know if he got cracked in the head with a knee or all that pudgy baby-fat crammed into that bodysuit hit him in the temple or something, but that was an opportunistic victory if ever I saw one!" "It was certainly out of nowhere. Prove positive again, this Dance Dance Dragon is an unpredictable character. And I think the SWF is going to have to sit up and take notice if they haven't already, you can't underestimate DDD for a second, or it'll cost you!" Dragon continues his dance dance dancing celebrations, as we fade away.

(Send all marked matches, promos etc to Toxxic) The Homecoming Tour continues, and for the 1st December the SWF rolls into ‘Landon Country’. Doubtless the Commissioner will have stopped off at Huron to sample his mom’s famous lemon pie, but there’s no such delights in store for the roster as they line up for another round of blood and bruises. Class Is In Session was one of the best SWF shows in recent memory - can Ashes 2 Ashes live up to it? We’ve had the welcome (Christian Blackwell), the emphatic (Kibagami) and the truly unexpected (Scott Pretzler), but can these three winning returnees keep their momentum going? And just to top it all off, we have one of the World Title matches of the year… SWF WORLD TITLE Toxxic © VS. Tom Flesher Tom Flesher is truly one of the greats of the SWF. He basically owned the fed in 2003, he was the leader of the Magnificent Seven, he has beaten everyone there is to beat and humiliated most of them along the way… …except one. Whenever Tom Flesher and Toxxic have gone head-to-head in a singles match, the Superior One has come off worse. Now Flesher is no longer constrained by his Commissioner’s role, and his back is certainly good enough to beat Johnny Dangerous. Flesher has his eyes set on the World Title, perhaps not so much to secure a third reign for himself but to demean the belt he once treasured and ruin any hope Landon Maddix has of keeping the SWF together with any sense of heritage and prestige. In his way is the man who beat Jay Hawke last show; can this be right, where it’s Toxxic fighting to protect Landon Maddix’s interests? Will he win? Will Tom become the person to have probably the longest gaps between World Title reigns? If he does win, will he follow through on his threat to ‘show how worthless’ the belt is? Word Limit: 7000 Rules: Standard Singles Send to: King Cucaracha LOSER’S LOTTERY SOUTH DAKOTA STREET FIGHT Jay Hawke vs. Johnny Dangerous Both these men wound up on the wrong end of a loss last show - Hawke proved to be third time unlucky in his quest to bring home the SWF World Title, while Johnny fell foul of the newly-returned Tom Flesher. But this isn’t just a case of throwing the two losers together, oh no - there has been heat between these two since the final International Title match earlier this year, and Landon knows just the way to help them cool off! It's worth bearing in mind that the winner of this match might find a way to nudge themselves back into the title picture relatively soon, while the loser will have longer to wait... Word Limit: 6000 Rules: Street Fight - all weapons are legal, no DQ, the winning pin or submission must take place in the ring. Please note that ‘street clothes’ rather than wrestling attire is encouraged (Johnny, if that means you wear a tux, so be it). Send to: Toxxic SWF NEW BLOOD TITLE - LADDER MATCH Michael Alexander© vs. Aaron Starr Oh, Michael Alexander. The Mad Scientist of the Mat has racked up two New Blood defences, and getting one more will allow him to challenge for any belt he so pleases. Will Wildhild’s Cruiserweight Title be under threat? How about taking MANSON with him and going after the Tag Titles? Perhaps the winner of Toxxic vs. Flesher should be looking over their shoulder… well hold your horses Alexander, because there’s a new Starr in town! No, not him. No, not him either. Aaron has come to the SWF on the recommendation of our talent scouts (and when have they guided us wrong? Well, apart from Candice. And Ghost Machine. And… eh, you get the point). Anyway, he’s thrown into the deep end against the a man who has looked very impressive of late. Will he sink, or will he swim? There’s one thing that might just tip the balance in his favour… …the belt’s at the top of a ladder! Michael Alexander lost out to Fulminatus in a ladder match in the final of the original New Blood tournament - is this his bogey stipulation, or will he exact a form of revenge on the hapless Aaron? Only time will tell… Word Limit: 5000 Rules: Ladder match. The New Blood Title is hanging above the ring and the only way to win the match is to retrieve it. The most obvious solution (ladders of various sizes) will be scattered around and under the ring, although feel free to try just jumping if you want to look like a moron. No DQ, no countout, etc etc. Send to: Muzz Dace Night & Va’aiga vs. Revolution Zero (Austin Sly & The Fabulous Jakey) Night and Va’aiga are back, as the Andersens found out to their cost. Landon’s interested in revitalising the Tag Division, at the top of which currently sits Austin Sly and Toxxic. Simple logic dictates that should Night and Va’aiga (don’t ask me to pronounce his second name) beat this incarnation of Revolution Zero, which includes one of the current Tag Champions, they should get a shot at both Champions next show! Word Limit: 4500 Rules: Tag. Use the ring ropes or suffer my wrath Send to: Ace309 NON-TITLE MATCH Wildchild© vs. Christian Blackwell Wildchild went to a draw with Dance Dance Dragon last show, while Blackwell showed his ability to overcome a powerhouse as he beat Arch Griffon. Now Wildchild takes a step outside his division while we find out if the ageing Blackwell has still got enough pace to keep up with those damn cruisers… Wildchild may not be going for the World Title but he’s still recognised as top talent, and a win here would do wonders for Christian’s momentum Word Limit: 5000 Rules: Standard singles Send to: King Cucaracha SUBMISSIONS MATCH Scott Pretzler vs. JJ Johnson Does anyone remember the day JJ Johnson ‘arrived’ in the SWF? It was in the middle of 2005, when he stepped up his game to beat Scott Pretzler for the SWF Cruiserweight Title and handed Pretzler the first submission loss of his career. Now the dreams of marks have been realised and Pretzler’s back… and revenge seems to be a theme. What better incentive to give the master of the Snowflake Clutch than a chance to redeem himself against his former stablemate? It might be the second Submissions Match in as many cards, but you know it’s going to be worthwhile… Word Limit: 5000 Rules: Disqualifications and countouts are in effect, but the only way to actively win the match is by making your opponent submit, whether verbally or by tapout, or by making them pass out in a hold so that the referee can raise and drop their arm three times. Send to: Mr. S£im Citrus Nathaniel Kibagami vs. Spike Jenkins Spike wanted this match. Kibagami’s always open to… well, he usually open to alcohol. Actual wrestling generally seems fairly low down on his list of priorities recently, but he came back for long enough to knock Christian Fury into next week. Assuming we can get both men to the arena, this should be a bout to remember! Word Limit: 4500 Rules: Standard singles Send to: Toxxic HARDCORE MANSON vs. Christian Fury Poor, poor Fury. He struggled and failed against Craig McLennan, he got knocked the fuck out in just over a minute by his old enemy Kibagami. Now he’s in the yard of the Raging Bull, and MANSON isn’t look friendly. The Savage Messiah got a win over Austin Sly last show and who knows where a winning streak might take him in this new SWF? If he goes over Fury, he’ll likely find out… Word Limit: 4500 Rules: Hardcore. No DQ, no countout, falls count anywhere. Send to: Toxxic CRUISERWEIGHT RULES Dance Dance Dragon vs. Insane Luchador DDD narrowly, narrowly failed to beat WC in their match last show, while Insane Luchador narrowly, narrowly failed to avoid being chokeslammed by a 12 year-old at All Hallows. Now Rickmen apparently wants another go - and he’s welcome to one, but he’s going to have to take on Dance Dance Dragon! IL is a former Cruiserweight Champion, DDD took the current champion to the limit... let's have Cruiserweight Rules! Word Limit: 4500 Rules: Cruiserweight - 20 count on the outside, no throwing over the top rope. Send to: Ace309

Opening promo of extreme magnitude to go here...

Much appreciated, both of you.

Christian had just come into the fed. Monty Brown decided that he had Bob The Builder boots. Thus, he spoke to the Bob The Builder doll. ...it probably made sense to him.

Brock debuted as a heel, right? He was a heel who came out and destroyed EVERYONE, then turned face in one of the least obvious WWE turns ever by being put up against the Big Show and seen as the underdog for once, and then actually suplexing and F5ing the Big Show (which I'll admit, made me mark out like fucking crazy). And then he turned back to heel and went into whiny Bitch Lesnar mode, which sucked. I dunno. Lashley's never seemed that impressive to me.

Well, ASAP really. This is going to be a light show anyway, so it's not vital. I'd say Monday evening would probably be fair. Or I guess I could just tell your planned opponent to start writing and then if you don't want to the match doesn't go ahead, I dunno.

You're absolutely right. By the way, you managed to spell pajamas wrong and hurt my feelings all in one post. Anyway, C.M Punk vs. Shelton Benjaman would make for some great wrestling. Actually, his spelling of pyjamas was right. Yeah, that's all I've got to add to this discussion.

That sucks. Good luck in kicking its tail.

As a side note - is it safe to assume there's no Crossface in this game?

I wasn't really around in Steamboat's era, and I don't know if he's regarded as a big promo guy or not, but I saw a couple of backstage interviews of his on old, re-run WCW and he seemed the only genuine one there - he was the guy who sounded like he was just saying things on his mind and really believed it, instead of the bluster and antics of the others.

Chris Nowinski to Devon at some WWE PPV when Rodney Mack and Teddy Long had for some reason teamed up with Nowinski. Corners Devon backstage when he's gone to get wrist tape for him and Bubba, and starts saying "just because we have different skin colour... just because we have different skin colour..." and completely forgets his lines, repeats himself, stumbles, and has to be rescued by Mack.

Man, this sounds even suckier than all previous versions. One of my favourite things to do with this game is the CAWs. Thanks for the tips though.

So, before I even open this, anyone want to tell me what you have to do to get unlimited experience points (or this year's equivalent) for all your CAWs? Cos fuck playing them all up one at a time, fuck that.

I'm liking this, I have to say. Landon sounds like Landon, Spike sounds a bit less emo, I'll be intrigued to see where Spike takes this. I'll go on record as saying that I agree with promo-Landon as thinking Spike has talent, just commitment issues. If the new schedule (or whatever else has occurred) can bring out the best in him, I think the fed will benefit.

I can't remember what that was. Maybe I was asleep.

...so what about those conversations right after the card went up where I was going "hey Landon, you're never around at the weekends, are you going to be OK to mark for this show seeing as it's due on a Saturday" and you went, "hey Toxx, that's no problem, the Saturday should be cool with me, cool cat", or words to that general effect? I brought it up to make sure that Muzz knew he had until the weekend, should he feel a bit better and inclined to write. If not, no-one's going to yell at him for not writing when he feels ill.

As long as you (along with everyone else) are aware that the show is due SATURDAY. Seems a couple of people only realised this yesterday, so I'm just trying to make sure everyone knows...

I'm sorry, I have to take your first answer...

I have the first match sent to me, and Janus ain't even on the card. Be scared, people.

Wasn't Flair on Smackdown? And the tag match will only be good if Hardy wins with a sleeper, thereby cementing that Triple H has taught him well.

See, now you're just contradicting yourself. To be fair he's talking about a heel GM who bends the rules for the main heel, not just a GM in general. I don't remember Teddy doing that often, although I haven't been paying a great deal of attention lately.

To help Landon and I with our planned bookings, please indicate whether or not you will be free to write for a show on Wed 19th December. As we all know, Ashes 2 Ashes is December 1st, so even allowing a couple of days for marking, show to go up, card finalised etc, that should still allow everyone two weeks minimum writing time. Requests for low word limits can be agreed, if it means that more people are willing to write.