frisco

As usual i'm open for anything.

I'm a big Bishoff mark anyway so hopefully they won't be firing him anytime soon. I think he's really annoying but in a good way. He definately adds to the show IMO

It would make sense to do that, but at the same time I kind of have to go on things that happen in a match and go from there. I wasn't planning on doing that but at the same time when she got scarred like that I definately feel she would kind of become embittered. It wouldn't make sense to me that she would just let something like that happen and not have it effect her in anyway.

He smell of antiseptic cleanser is everywhere as Dr.Morgan slices a peace of Micropore tape from its reel. As Candace continues to hold her eyes closed he places an eye patch over her right eye and secures it with the tape. He quickly adds another for good measure and completes the patch by security it with several wrappings of two inch cling. It has been a long process but through it all Candace has refused to look in the mirror. The aftermath of her match with Austin Sly has left an indelible mark on her that she will carry for life. Outside the Doctors office Lobo paces around in the waiting room. He’s been there over an hour and in his frantic state has yet to sit down. As the secretary observes his wild pacings she’s tempted to ask him to take a seat, however recognizing his mammoth size feels that might not be wise. Outside the building a long black limo pulls up to the curb. The passenger side door flys open as Frisco walks out and storms into the building. Mr. Tanner steps out from the drivers side door and feeds the parking meter with quarters before following Frisco into the office. As Lobo stares reflectedly out the huge glass window in the doctors office he can hear the door kicked open followed by the secretary’s screams of protest. “Excuse me!” she barks. “Please do not kick our door!” “Zip it, sister” Frisco snaps back as he approaches Lobo who greets him with unmasked disdain. “Where the fuck is she” Frisco snaps as Lobo reads the anger in his eyes. “The doc is sewing her up now” he responds in a dull monotone. “Fuckin’ Austin Sly!” Frisco roars as he punches the wall in anger. Lobo can clearly see how upset Frisco is at the moment. He quietly nods in agreement. “I’m going to wait outside the SWF offices with a freakin crowbar and smash his damn skull!” Frisco blurts as he starts to pace angrily. “I never wanted any of this shit! Hell I’ve been busting my ass trying to get her to quit this freakin place!” Lobo watches as Frisco continues to vent. “I knew something like this was going to happen!” he exclaims. “Three freakin’ hard core matches in her last five fight. Do you not expect these crazy bastards to do something like this? Now they sign her for a freakin cage match? I mean this was a beautiful girl. I’m talkin’ super model beautiful. How do you think she is going to react when she see’s a fuckin 8 inch scar down the side of her face?” In Dr, Martins office Candace’s ears perks up as she listens to Frisco’s diatribe. “Sure Tanner power bombed her. Hell I told him too. Does that make me a freakin monster?” Frisco demands as Lobo continues to look on. “I knew they were going to keep booking her in these type matches. I knew it was only a matter of time before this was going to happen. I wanted her to get out before it did. But she wouldn’t listen…” Again Frisco punches his fist into the wall as the door to the Doctors office slowly opens. As Lobo looks on Candace comes out with Dr. Morgan. Her face is half covered in bandages leaving only the left side of her face visible. A think black eye patch covers her right eye. Her right eye drops to the ground as she is overcome with grief. As Lobo looks to Dr. Morgan he fills her in on the details. “Well she took a nasty cut from the glass on that lightbulb. Her eye will be ok but I’m covering it until her cornea heals. She has a few scratches from glass fragments that got in there but I think in a few days that will be ok. There’s not much I can do about the other stuff. I mean as always the face is very susceptible to scarring and you ram broken glass into it and the results are pretty obvious…” As Lobo looks at Candace he recognizes the damage that must have occurred. “Sorry” he says softly as Candace just nods quietly. “Kid” Frisco starts as he once again adopts his most paternal tone. “I never wanted any of this” Again Candace nods as tears begin to swell in her one good eye. “I understand” she says softly. “You don’t have to do this anymore” Frisco continues. “There is no shame is walking away” Candace closes her eye as her face turns red. “I will never quit” she spits with unmasked anger in her voice. “I will make them pay. I will make the SWF wish it had never laid eyes on me” As Frisco continues to watch she raises her good eye and stares a dart right into him. “I will make them suffer!”

The sound of footsteps pierce the silence as a set of bare feet slowly walks over the hardwood floors of the old house. As they stop for a moment the rustling of clothes is heard as an unseen specter removes something small from a coat pocket. In a moment the familiar sound of sulfur on flint is heard as a match is struck. The flame dances in the air as it illuminates the visage of Candace as she slowly lays it on a piece of essence sitting on an ashtray in the huge parlor. As a haze of purple smoke emanates from the ashtray Candace walks to her high back wicker chair and sits quietly in the darkness. She slowly reaches over to the long Venetian blinds that hide the window and open them just a crack allowing her to see what is going on outside the old house. The looks down the endless granite stairs that lead to the road too find them barren with the exception of a few scattered leaves that the wind is tossing around effortlessly. Tonight the lights are all out on her street leaving the area in eerie darkness. Candace glances at a tall grandfather’s clock nestled into a corner and notes the time is two in the morning. She feels an uncomfortable tightness in his chest as her heart is beating wildly. She always dreads the night as she can never sleep well. It has been a lifelong curse to be alone at night as the world sleeps with nothing but the demons of her past coming by to haunt her. She is overcome with the desire to go to Lobo’s room and wake him so she won’t be alone but at the same time she realizes that would not be appropriate. She tries to resist her inclinations. In her mind she could envision herself sitting in the kitchen having a late snack while talking about the upcoming SWF Lockdown card, but also realizes waking Lobo from his sleep at this time of the night would not be kind, and Candace so wants to be kind tonight. As she closes her eyes to try to force away the demons on her past she feels her mind wander to places she does not care to revisit. The odd smelling opium engulfs her as suddenly she is long ago and far away… Suddenly Candace is thousands of miles away as she walks barefoot in the cool green grass in Okinawa Japan. The sun is shining brightly for the pretty nine year old girl as she carries a large tin can over flowing with small brown pellets to her Grandfathers’ garden. As she smells smoke she realizes her grandfather is not far away and she runs to the Koi pond where he is waiting for her while puffing on his hand-made wooden pipe. “Yumiko!” her Grandfather calls in his distinct Japanese intonation. He was one of the only people to ever call her by her birth name. A bright smile flashes over the young girls face as she sits next to him. The smell of Jasmine is in the air on this warm September day in 1996. It was one of many idyllic early fall Saturdays that young Yumiko Okimura had spend with her grandfather. As he wrapped his large, muscular arm around her shoulders Yumiko feels secure from anything and anybody. No one could hurt her on this splendid fall day—much unlike the bitter happenings three years earlier in the fall of 1994. As she thinks of that day she bites her lip and fought back a tear that is welling in her eye. Suddenly it was early October in 1994 all over again. It was a terribly rainy day as the six year old Yumiko waits at school for her mother to come by and pick her up. As she rests her hand on the glass plate that separated the door from the elements she could feel the cold rain as it fell on the glass. She was all alone at six o’clock and her mother had yet to arrive to bring her home from school. She walked in the hallway of her school clutching her hand sewn school bag. As she tries to avoid the eyes of the school Janitor she wondered why her mother has not yet arrived. She quietly walked back to the glass window and looks outside as darkness begins to set. As the seconds turn to minutes she finally view's a familiar car pulling up to the school. To her great surprise it in her grandfather that has come to pick her up today. As she clutched her hand sewn school bag she runs out to great him. As she approached she could tell immediately that something is wrong. Her heart begins to pound as she looks into his eyes. They look very sad and tired. On this rare occasion her grandfather has lost his smile as he looks very somber and old. His walk is unsteady as he dropped to a knee and stretches his arms out reaching for her. As Yumiko ran and embraced him she could feel a warm tear fall from his eye and immediately realizes something very bad has happened. As she finds herself back in her Grandfathers garden Yumiko tries to push the memories of that horrible October day from her mind forever. The day her parents were murdered in a midday house robbery still rips at her heart. She would never forget the look on her grandfathers’ face as he met her at the school. She looks up at his face today and realizes his smile has never come completely back. There is always great sorrow in his eyes and Yumiko wonders what it would be like today if her parents had decided to go for dinner that day and not been home when a group of street thugs broke into their home and sliced their throats for less than $40 worth of Silverware. Would they be sitting with them at the pond that day? Would Yumiko have a sister or brother instead of being all alone with just her grandfather to raise her? She reaches into the can and removes a handful of pellets and tosses them on the surface of the Koi pond. As the small brown pellets disappear into the water a group of beautiful multicolored Koi swim by to eat them. The fish are huge and majestic as they move with such grace and elegance in the water. They are never rushed or afraid as they swim close enough that Yumiko could probably touch them if she wanted too. As the fish join her and her grandfather a smile crosses her face. She cuddles closer to him as he takes a deep inhalation from his pipe. He glances at her as he puffs out a perfect circle which rises into the sky and disappears amongst the clouds. As he pulls her closer Yumiko smiles as she basks in the security. She feels the great comfort, a security she would never again experience.

Do you have a digital camcorder? if so what I would do is dub the video to mini dv format, then just capture the mini dv video onto your computer and burn it to dvd. Its pretty easy to do but again it would depend if you had a digital camcorder or not.

cool. Candace finally gets revenge on ebony. way to go Lobo!

as always i'm available for a match

good card. Congrats to all the winners and its always funny to read Ebony's matches.

As the audience cheers Candace fires a Hurricanarana on The Superior One Tom Flesher. Once again his eyes glaze over as he is tossed across the ring in rag doll fashion. He staggers to his feet only to be nailed directly in the face by Candace’s patented missile drop kick. Flesher stumbles backwards to the ropes as Candace runs in with a clothesline that flips The Superior One right out of then ring. “The crowd is really cheering Candace tonight” Comet says as the roar of the crowd is deafening. “And why not?” Blurts Riley. “She looks like a super model and is the greatest Joshi wrestler ever out of Japan,” he continues. “And her knowledge of Japanese Phonetics is second to none!” As Flesher crawls back to the ring Candace quickly grabs the ropes and sends him in the hard way much to the crowds delight. He quickly falls on his knees begging Candace to take it easy on him. She responds with a violent Buzz saw kick to the head. As Flesher slowly gets to his feet she whips him into the ropes. As he comes back Candace fires a Blistering Shotei palm strike that levels The Superior One, who is clearly the Inferior One in this match. As the crowd cheers wildly Candace plants her foot on Fleshers face as the referee counts ONE TWO THREE DING DING DING Your winner and new SWF champion… Caaaaandace OOOOOkimurrrrra!!!!!!!!!!!!! As Flesher finally rises to his feet a dejected look appears over his glazed over eyes. Candace approaches him and quickly slaps him in five spots in his head. A puzzled look crosses over his face. “Dear Lord did Citizen Okimurra just give Flesher the dreaded five finger to the brain thrust of death move?” Comet asks in terror “Well that jerk certainly deserves it!” As Flesher turns to walk away he goes five steps and his head explodes generating a massive cheer from the fans… CANDACE CANDACE CANDACE Suddenly Candace feels a tap on her shoulder “Candace…wake up!” As Candace opens her eyes she see’s Lobo standing over her in the locker room of the Ford Theater. “You must have been having a nightmare!” Lobo tells her as she slowly sits up from the gurney she was put on after the attack by Frisco and Tanner. “Damn” she says under her breath as she rubs her eyes. “Frisco and that other guy, Tanner, went after you right after your match. You took a hell of a chair shot to the head” As Candace nods in acknowledgement she goes to the water bubbler for a drink. “Thanks for coming in there tonight” she smiles to Lobo. “We’ve got a lot of stuff to talk about” “Ok” she responds. “But for tonight lets just enjoy the win” Lobo gives Candace a quick hug as he turns to leave. “It’s good to have you back,” she says as Lobo makes his way out the door. “Get your rest” he replies. “You’re going to need it for your next match!” Candace watches Lobo leave with a curious look on her face. She glances at the table and see’s a white SWF envelope resting there. She quickly opens it and reads aloud… Candace vs. David Cross USJL Championship? She puts the letter down and a look of great concern crosses her face

As the crowds filter out of the Alamo Dome the Dragon remains in the locker-room. She has not seen Frisco yet following her disastrous match with The Superior One and is not really in a hurry to see his reaction. As his radio plays an imported Japanese CD she finishes a bottle of spring water and tries to ignore the physical pain that is eating away at her. As she drinks her water a knock is heard on the door. She is slow to answer it but relieved to see it is Frisco. It is pretty surprising that he appears in good spirits even after what happened earlier. As she lets him in his is followed by the ominous Mr. Tanner who is not smiling and has a pretty unpleasant look on his face. “Tough match, Kid” Frisco says as he rubs the Dragons shoulders. “I so sorry” Candace responds as she gauges Frisco for a reaction. “I don’t know why, I just couldn’t get anything going in the ring tonight” A smile appears on Frisco’s usually sour face as he gives the Dragon a quick hug. “Hell you were in there against a two time world champ. Flesher is a tough son-of-a-bitch. I had no illusions that you were going to steal the show tonight. You did your best and that’s all I can ask from you.” A smile passes on the Dragons face as she feels relieved. Frisco reaches into his pocket and removes a wad of bills. The Dragon recognizes this as the usual pay for her match and smiles as Frisco slips it into her duffle bag. “Next week I do much better” the Dragon promises as she feels a bit uneasy at getting the payment after her poor performance. As Frisco turns to leave he stops. He remains quiet for a moment then turns back to face the Dragon. He is no longer smiling. “You know Candace” he starts in a low tone. “I paid $2500 to bring you over here from Japan. Last week you cost me $5000 when you lost to Jamie Drazon. Now you just got your clock cleaned by Flesher.” The Dragon looks down as she realizes Frisco is not happy. “Next week you’ll come in here and probably get your ass kicked by that freak in a Penguin suit.” He says as he shakes his head. “And I’ll still end up paying you…” The dragon is quiet as Mr. Tanner walks away with a disgusted look on his face. “You’ve become a liability” Frisco offers as the Dragon looks on. “I didn’t get to where I am today by dealing with liabilities” The Dragon is quiet as Frisco makes eye contact with her. “I sorry” is all she can say as Frisco takes a long pause. “Me Too, Kid” At that moment a steel chair smashed hard across the Dragons skull. The Impact drives her to her knees as the room spins. She tries to figure out where the blow came from as another one crashes down on her head as well. Mr. Tanner grabs the stunned Dragon by the scruff of the next and rifles her head first into the steel lockers. She falls lifelessly to the ground as Frisco begins to go through her duffle bag. He finds the match pay and quickly removes it. “Finally a return on my investment” he says as he puts it back in his wallet. As the Dragon tries to get back to her feet Frisco looks to Mr. Tanner “Finish her” he says as he walks over to a mirror to comb his hair. He turns on the faucet and wets his hands which he runs through his receding black mane. Mr. Tanner again grabs the Dragon by the neck and pulls her towards him. A smile flashes over his face as he hoists her into a power bomb. As Frisco continues with his grooming he can hear the thunderous thud of Candace crashing into the hard locker room floor. He turns to see her crumpled on the floor with Tanner standing over her. Frisco reaches into his wallet and takes out a wrinkled $20 bill. As he leaves he stops and drops it on the Dragon. “That’s your fair for a one way ticket back to China Town” he barks as he leaves. “Consider yourself fired” As Tanner turns to go he quickly fires a kick to the unconscious dragons gut and spits on her. fade

The crowd grumbles as a few isolated flashes pierce the darkness of the Alamo Dome. As the lights begin to darken the crowd reacts enthusiastically as it signals SWF STORM is about to resume. Already Funyon can be seen combing the hair from his sadly receding hairline and the spandex superhero Cyclone Comet is going for the microphone. “WELCOME BACK TO SWF STORRRRMMM!!!” He begins as Robert Riley yawns Indifferently. As the crowd cheers Funyon makes his way up the steel ring steps to give the opening introductions. “Ladies and Gentlemen” the nattily clad orator begins. “The following contest is for the SWF Cruiserweight Championship. Since this is a Championship match several stipulations will be in effect. First in this contest a wrestler will automatically be disqualified for throwing their opponent over the top rope.” “Yeah, yeah we know” Riley blurts. “Further more this match will use a 20 second count out rather than the normal ten seconds allowed in a non-title match,” Funyon continues as Riley cracks his knuckles in boredom. “Making her way to the ring she hails from Okinawa Japan and weights in at 121 pounds. Ladies and gentlemen please welcome The Dragon, Candace Okimurrrra!!!” BOOM! A stream of yellow and blue pyros illuminate the arena as David Bowies’, “China Girl” blares over the speakers. The crowd responds with polite applause as the diminutive Asian walks through the curtain and down the entrance ramp. The Dragon looks stunning in her sexy black playboy bunnie tank top and ridiculously short black leather mini. She is barefoot as usual for her match. As The Dragon approaches the ring her ever-unpopular manager Frisco joins her. The moment his head pops out from behind the curtain the audience lets their feelings towards him to known. FRISCO SUCKS FRISCO SUCKS FRISCO SUCKS As the crowd continues the love fest for Frisco he is quick to respond in kind. “Blow Me,” he snorts to no one in particular. “Well Robert I can see that this crowd is really anti-Frisco tonight” The spandex superhero chirps as Riley pauses for a moment to take a sip from his soda. “Just noticed that did you?” As the Dragon reaches ringside she notices a little African American girl holding up a large cardboard sign from the stands. A smile closes her face as it reads… THE DRAGON RULES She smiles radiantly and approaches the girl who looks genuinely surprised. As Frisco looks on in derision The Dragon gives the girl a quick hug and rolls into the ring for the start of the contest. “Not exactly the behavior you’d expect from someone called The Dragon” Comet states as Riley shake his head in disbelief. “I feel bad for Frisco. That girl just does not have a clue,” Riley barks in disapproval. “And her opponent… hailing from Buffalo New York he weights in at 228 and a half pounds he is the reining SWF Cruiser weight Champion! Ladies and gentleman allow me to introduce The Superior One Tom Flessss-her!” Funyon exclaims as the crowd quickly drowns him out. BOOM!!! The crowd goes wild as an explosion of blue smoke and pyros’ shake the Alamo Dome. As Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” blares over the speakers “The Superior One” Tom Flesher walks through the curtain clad in his usual blue warm-up suit. The lovely Allison Onita, wearing a denim skirt and a white t-shirt, follows closely behind him with the SWF Cruiserweight title belt securely wrapped around her waist. As usual the crowd rains a chorus of boos as Flesher and Onita make their way to the ring. The Superior One deems the audience irrelevant and dismisses them with a flick of his wrist as he makes his way into the ring. The audience is equally quick to offer Flesher a heart felt welcome ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE “How rude of this crowd” Riley shoots. “Calling Funyon an asshole” “I believe those comments were directed towards the Superior One” “Dream on, these people love Tom Flesher” As The Superior One slowly climbs the steel ring stairs he pauses to hold open the ropes for Allison Onita. As he enters the ring he confidently walks to the center while his music fades. He turns and glances over the crowd and a sneer flashes over his face. “Citizen Flesher looks confident tonight” The Comet begins as Riley surveys the action. “Well he should be” he replies. As Flesher begins his pre match stretch referee Rick Spicer quickly enters the ring. He approaches the Dragon to check her over for any foreign objects. She obliges him and he is quickly satisfied she is unarmed. The audience gets a quick laugh as the referee instinctively goes to check the Dragons boots for a foreign object. Spicer quickly realizes the action unnecessary as the Dragon wrestlers sans boots. “Yeah, better check them for razors,” Riley mocks. The referee quickly approaches The Superior One to search for foreign objects but Flesher waves him away with a flick of his wrist. The referee lowers his head like a scolded dog and walks off. He goes to Allison Onita as she strips off the belt and surrenders it to him. The crowd applauds enthusiastically as Spicer raises the belt to signify the match is a title affair. As he circles the ring the referee motions for the bell to start the contest. DING DING DING!!! The Superior One walks towards the center of the ring in an effort to corner the Dragon early on. Candace assumes her crouched position. Her hands extend outward in a kung fu like pose and she bends her knees and begins to circle the Superior One. “And were underway here” The Comet starts as Riley takes in the early action. “Citizen Okimurra has gone into her crouching Dragon stance and Tom Flesher is trying to cut off the ring…” Flesher observes her with a cocky look on his face. He turns and flashes a wink and a smile at the lovely Allison Onita and then turns his attention back to the Dragon. As she continues to circle him Flesher walks to the center of the ring and raises his hands for a test of strength. The crowd reacts with a snicker as amazingly the Dragon accepts the contest. A huge smile covers the Superior Ones face as she locks up. “She’s out of her mind” Riley exclaims in disbelief. As Flesher bears down the Dragon quickly drops to the mat. She presses her feet against the rock hard abdomen of Tom Flesher and quickly monkey flips him across the ring. As Flesher leaps to his feet the Dragon instinctively wraps her legs around his head in a leg scissors and flips him hard to the mat. She finishes with a missile drop kick that lands flush on the jaw of the Superior One. As the crowd explodes in appreciation Flesher quickly bails out of the ring and to the open arms of Allison Onita. “Nice leg scissor take down with a helicopter!” Riley states as Flesher glares at the Dragon from ringside. “I believe Citizen Dragon refers to that particular move as the Samurai scissors” Cyclone Comet interjects which draws a scowl from Riley. “Does she have a special name for everything?” Riley sneers. “What the hell…” Riley spits as the crowd cheers on the Dragon. Tom Flesher paces around outside the ring with a furious look in his eyes. The Superior One does not appreciate the Dragons early actions. As a smile graces Candace’s face she notes that Flesher is not amused. “The Dragon is immediately using her speed advantage against the champ” The Comet begins as Riley stews. “That would be a sound strategy as she would be best to avoid trying to match power with Tom Flesher” “You Think?” Riley caustically replies. Spicer approaches the ropes and begins his count ONE TWO THREE FOUR A confident smile again flashes across the face of the Superior One as he flicks his wrist at the referee to wave him off. He grabs the middle rope and sits on the ring apron. He turns and winks confidently at the lovely Allison Onita, as if to show her all is well. WHACK The Dragon immediately responds by shooting a baseball slide to Fleshers head. As the crowd cheers Flesher is knocked to the floor once again. FIVE SIX SEVEN Flesher glares in anger at the Dragon as he plots his strategy. The Dragon remains focuses on the extremely dangerous Tom Flesher as she tries to prepare for his next move. Outside the ring Frisco cheers her on much to the annoyance of The Superior One. EIGHT “I don’t know what the hell she’s doing!” Riley blurts. “She can’t win the title if Flesher is counted out. Let him back in the ring and lets get on with this!” Tom Flesher locks his eyes on the Dragon as he cautiously gets on the ring apron. The Dragon realizing it might not be wise to try for another baseball slide steps back to allow Flesher an unimpeded return to the ring. The Superior One maintains eye contact as he carefully stoops under the second rope. The Dragon once again assumes her crouching position and begins to circle. The crowd begins to jeer as Flesher closes in. The Superior One raises his left hand to once again initiate a test of strength. This time he is careful not to offer both hands so as to avoid another embarrassing monkey flip. The Dragon replies with a quick crescent kick to Fleshers’ ribs. This serves to infuriate The Superior One who is quick to charge at the Asian superstar. The Dragon performs an acrobatic tumble to avoid the collision. As Flesher turns to face his opponent he is met with a stinging missile drop kick to the sternum that knocks him into the ring post. The crowd cheers wildly as the champion is momentarily stunned in the corner, sensing an opening the Dragon again throws her legs around the Superior Ones head and blasts him… FRANKENSTEINER!!! “Holy Mackerel!” The Comet squeals as Riley’s jaw drops. Spicer runs over as a hush comes over the crowd. The Dragon is quick to her feet and quicker to the air as she lands Rolling thunder and goes for the pin. ONE TWO No! The Superior One tosses the Dragon off with authority. “Tom Flesher makes an emphatic kick out”, The Comet informs as Riley observes Frisco walking in the direction of Allison Onita. The crowd is clearly cheering on the Dragon at this point in the match and their cheers drown out Onita’s yells of encouragement to Flesher. As The Superior One rises he shakes his head in an effort to clear the cobwebs. He looks in the direction of his opponent but his blurred vision shows her in triplicate. Each one winding up for her patented… BUZZSAW KICK!! Again Flesher tastes the mat as his head bounces hard from the impact. The Dragon runs over to the fallen champion and fires a Senton Splash on him and covers him once more ONE TWO TH—NO!! Once again Flesher emphatically press tosses the diminutive Asian off of him “The speed advantage does seem to be causing the champion some problems” Comet reports and Riley shakes his head in disagreement. “The Superior One will rectify that very shortly,” Riley blurts out in anger. “Once he gets his hands on her this match will be over very quickly. Remember he’s already taken the best she has to offer and he’s not even bothered by it. He hasn’t laid a hand on her—yet!” As Flesher struggles to get to his feet the Dragon is quick to ascent to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers on as they recognize she is going for a highflying maneuver. Allison Onita quietly watches the action from outside of the ring and waits for the Dragon to balance herself on the top rope. As the referee watches the in-ring action Onita quickly jumps up and pulls at the top rope. The sudden rope move trips up the Dragon and knock her down to the mat. “ Outside interference by that scoundrel Allison Onita!” Comet yells. “Citizen Onita pulled the ropes and knocked the Dragon down” “I didn’t see anything” Riley interjects, as he plays dumb to the theatrics of Fleshers lady friend. “I think the Dragon is just a little uncoordinated” As the Dragon gets back to her feet the Superior One is there to greet her. He slaps a bear hug on her and suplexes her hard to the mat. As she bounces half way across the ring the crowd gives it to Flesher BOOOOO!!! “Now we get down to business”, Riley says with a clear sense of relief in his voice. “ It’s time for the Superior One to put this upstart in her place” “If it wasn’t for that vile Allison Onita this match might have been over and the Dragon would be the cruiser weight champ!” Riley just smiles and shakes his head in disagreement. “Only in your dreams” A toothy smirk covers the face of Tom Flesher as he looks over to Allison Onita. She is also beaming from ear to ear as she watches the Superior One go to work. As Frisco animatedly informs the referee that Onita interfered Flesher pulls the Dragon to her feet. As the Dragon goes to fire a karate punch to the abdomen of Flesher he wraps his thick arms around her waist and slaps her into another punishing suplex. Once again the Dragon bounces hard across the ring from the impact. As the crowd jeers at the Superior One he glances in their direction and flashes an arrogant wink. “Citizen Flesher is taking control of this match,” Cyclone Comet concedes as Riley enjoys the action in the ring. Frisco continues to bark at the referee who by now has learned to ignore his endless complaints. Flesher slowly struts to the Dragon as she gets to her knees. While she remains momentarily dazed she possesses the ring savvy to at least head towards the ropes. Her journey is stopped short as Flesher walks over to her and straddles her back. He quickly drops his weight down on her spine as she screams in pain. “It does not look good for citizen Dragon tonight” Comet offers as Flesher wraps his calloused hands under the chin of the Dragon. She screams in pain as he rocks back for his infamous CAMEL CLUTCH!!! Riley pauses to enjoy a quick sip from his coke. “You know the best thing about wrestling Dragon Okimurra?” he innocently asks. “Once you beat her you want to wrestle her again an hour later!” Comet shakes his head, “Not exactly a politically-correct statement Robert” As Riley chuckles at his own joke the spandex superhero continues to watch the Dragon as the end appears near. “Citizen Flesher is very powerful. I doubt the Dragon will be able to withstand the pain!” The Dragon forces her mind to resist her bodies orders to yield. The pain from the Camel Clutch is unbearable but the Dragons will is very strong. She reaches to the ropes in desperation but as she closes in Flesher forces her back. A sick smirk covers his face as he rocks back with authority. In a moment Spicer is asking the Dragon if she wants to give up. Outside the ring a scream is heard that immediately gets the attention of Tom Flesher. As Allison Onita was busy cheering on The Superior One Frisco grabbed her denim shirt and begins to try to pull it off her. “Holy humiliation” The Comet screams. “Citizen Frisco is trying to disrobe Allison Onita!” A look of frustration flashes over Tom Fleshers face as he releases the Camel clutch and rolls under the ropes and towards Frisco. The crowd cheers wildly as they see Flesher storming towards the hated manager with a look of pure malice in his eyes. As he approaches the manager Frisco does his best Deon Sanders as he sprints to the other side of the ring. “I’ll give it to Frisco, Riley beings. “I knew it wouldn’t be long before he became a factor in this match” “Well turnaround is fair play,” The Comet offers as The Superior One returns to the ring at the count of one. “Oh shut up” barks Riley. Flesher is quick to grab the Dragon by her long raven hair. Once again a smile appears on his face as he senses the end is near. A wraps his right arm tightly around her head and hooks her left leg with his other arm. As the crowd quiets he glances at Onita and winks. CRASH!! The Superior One launches a powerful suplex on his Asian adversary. The impact bounces her a good eight inches off the mat, as she appears lifeless. As the crowd jeers Flesher sits up and pats himself on the back which yields an immediate response FLESHER SUCKS FLESHER SUCKS FLESHER SUCKS While the crowd continues to chant Tom Flesher rises to his feet and struts over to the fallen Dragon. He glances down at her glossed-over eyes and arrogantly plants a foot on her chest while assuming a bodybuilding pose. Referee Rick Spicer immediately counts the pin fall. ONE TWO THRE.. No! At the last possible moment the Dragon raises a shoulder. As the Dragon barely escapes the pin fall Flesher just shrugs and resumes his attack. He grabs the Dragon by her ankles and drags her into the center of the ring. As the Dragon lay flat on her back Flesher goes to drop an elbow directly to her sternum. A moment before it connects the Dragon rolls to avoid the Impact and Flesher ends up giving a powerful shot to the mat. While the rage builds up in The Superior Ones face the Dragon is quick to bail out of the ring and regroup. “Citizen Dragon has evidently decided that discretion is the better part of valor.” Comet understates as Riley digests the action. “Perhaps getting her second wind will allow her to formulate a plan” The referee quickly walks to the ropes and begins his count ONE TWO THREE Riley finally turns his attention to his partner. “Do you even hear yourself sometimes?” he questions. FOUR FIVE SIX Allison Onita screams at the Dragon to get back in the ring. The Dragon does not feel compelled to listen to her. SEVEN EIGHT Onita heads in the direction of the Dragon but quickly changes her mind; she realizes it might not be a good idea to take on Candace even in her weakened state. NINE TEN ELEVEN As Flesher waits in the ring the crowd begins to boo the Dragon. Frisco is quick to return the favor by screaming back at the crowd. “Shut up you hillbilly’s” TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN As the Dragon takes a deep breathe she approaches the ring turnbuckle. As she watches Flesher he bows and motions her to ender the ring. FIFTEEN SIXTEEN The Dragon slowly moves to the ropes. As she gets close Flesher fires a baseball slide of his own at her. The Dragon immediately jumps off the apron as Flesher misses the mark. The Dragon had predicted that the Superior One would attempt to return her earlier move While Flesher have his leg dangling out of the ropes the Dragon is quick to pounce on it. She grabs his left leg and slams his knee into the unforgiving steel ring post. SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN The Dragon rolls into the ring and moves behind Flesher. As he begins to get up she fires a wild missile drop kick that connects hard with the back of his head. As she hits it Fleshers head is driver into the turnbuckle. The Superior One rises to his feet as he quickly tries to shake the cobwebs. This allows the Dragon to duck behind him and roll him into a perfectly executes school boy pin. The referee Rick Spicer quickly begins the count much to the chagrin of Allison Onita. ONE TWO The Superior One quickly kicks out. The look of frustration of evident as the Dragon slaps the mat in anger. “Not today” Riley jabs. As Flesher begins to rise the Dragon quickly sets up for her Buzzsaw kick. A blank expression covers The Superior Ones face as he gets to his knees while Dragon fires her kick. Flesher quickly catches the leg and immediately drives the Dragon hard to the mat. A quick smile appears on Fleshers face as he Dragon tries to get up. She is momentarily on her hands and knees and Flesher springs into a collegian style amateur-wrestling stance much to the crowds delight. “Oh yeah they love this” Riley chuckles. “The Superior One has an extensive amateur background. No one is better at that style of wrestling than he is!” As Flesher immediately flips over he has the Dragons shoulders down on the mat ONE TWO The Dragon kicks out as Flesher immediately grabs her in a front face lock. Once again the smile returns to his face as he begins cranking out some punishment to the Asian spit fire. “This is definitely citizen Fleshers forte” Comet interjects. “He loves nothing more than a slow paced, grind your opponent down style of match especially against a speedy high flyer like the Dragon” “I finally find something I agree with you on” scoffs Riley as Flesher gives the Dragon a snap suplex in the ring. As he stands behind her he quickly fires a knee ho her back and pulls back her arms. A look of agony is etched on the Dragons face as Flesher tortures her with an agonizing stretch. “How do you say I give up in Japanese” Riley questions as Rick Spicer is quickly asking the Dragon if she wants to surrender. “Citizen Dragon is a fighter”, the spandex superhero offers. “She will not quit!” After what seems an eternity Flesher released the hold and moves to the Dragons head. He smiles arrogantly over at Frisco and grabs the Dragon by the hair. As she struggles to get free he forces her head between his knees. “It would appear Flesher is setting up the Dragon for a pile driver!” “Oh well back to Japan for you” Riley scoffs. As Allison Onita motions thumbs down Flesher grabs the Dragon around the waist. He quickly flips her up high and his shoulders and rather than give her a neck breaking pile driver settles for a thunderous POWER BOMB!!! “Holy collision” Comet screams as Riley chuckles at the impact. The Dragon lie crumpled on the mat as The Superior One arrogantly struts over to Allison Onita for a quick kiss. “Citizen Flesher is so arrogant. He should get the pin fall and save the kissing for after the match.” Comet exclaims as Riley enjoys another sip of his soda. “Why? The Dragon isn’t going anywhere!” As Flesher struts over to the Dragon he places his boot on her breast and raises his arms in a body building pose that sends the crowd into a loud chant FLESHER SUCKS FLESHER SUCKS FLESHER SUCKS Referee Rick Spicer is quick to begin the count ONE TWO No! As Flesher reacts in dismay Spicer notices the Dragons foot is on the rope. A nasty glare emanates from his eyes as he notices Frisco is mysteriously standing by the ropes and Allison Onita is screaming at him. Frisco smiles innocently. “It would appear Citizen Frisco put the Dragons foot on the rope to break the count!” Offers the Comet as Flesher roars at the annoying manager. “Thanks for your stunning observation” Riley responds. “I can’t blame him because there was damn sure no way in hell she was going to kick out of that!” As Flesher continues to scream at Frisco he suddenly reaches over to Allison Onitas denim skirt and raises it up revealing her sexy white panties for the audience. “Shame on you!” barks Riley as Flesher quickly bails from the ring and goes after Frisco. Once again the manager runs for dear life as Flesher chases him with dismemberment in mind. As The Superior One leaves the ring Referee Spicer begins his count ONE TWO THREE “If Tom Flesher catches Frisco he is going to kill him” FOUR FIVE SIX Riley smiles as he watches the out of ring theatrics. “Brilliant!” he exclaims as Flesher finally rolls back in the ring to avoid the referee’s count. As the Dragon slowly rises to her feet Flesher approaches her to continue his attack. The crowd begins to grow louder as Flesher fires a knee to the Dragon. A clearly pained expression covers her face as she gasps for air. As Flesher smiles he grabs the doubled over Dragon around the waist and attempts to lift her into a back body vise. A cheer fills the air as the Dragon raises her arms and slides down Fleshers back before he gets the move locked on. Flesher reacts angrily as he realizes she has countered the move and turns to face her. He is met with a standing missile drop kick to the face, which rocks the Superior One. “I don’t know where she get it from, but the Dragon has the heart of a lion” Comet exclaims as the crowd is clearly behind the Asian superstar. “She is showing a refusal to quit in this match that is an inspiration to everyone!” Riley bristles as he tosses his empty coke can in the trash. “You write the next Rocky movie!” he chides the Comet. “Where do you come up with this stuff?” As Flesher focuses on his opponent the Dragon fires a crescent kick to his ribs. The Superior One quickly catches her leg before it lands and locks eyes with her. The rage in his visage demonstrates he is done playing around. As Flesher prepares to suplex the Dragon into the cheap seats she blasts an enzuiguri to the right side of his head. The impact lands clearly on his temple and forces Flesher to relinquish his hold. The crowd erupts as she attacks the Superior One again… DIAMOND CUTTER!!! “Noooo!!!” Riley barks as the Dragon springs to her feet in a karate pose. As Allison Onita leaps to the ring apron the Superior One slowly rises to his feet. Just as his head clears the impact hits BUZZSAW KICK!!! The crowd screams as the Superior One lands hard on his back. The Dragon points to the sky and runs to the ropes. As a hush fills the Alamo Dome she bounces off the top rope with a textbook LIONSAULT!!! “Pin him!!” The Comet screams as the crowd drowns him out. Riley sits in stunned silence. As the clearly dazed Tom Flesher rises to his feet the Dragons legs meet him as she locks them around his throat. While Flesher would normally be quite happy to have a sexy pair of legs rubbing against his face this occasion would prove most unpleasant. The crowd explodes as it recognizes the move from the Dragons earlier match with Nathan Xavier. ASIAN DEATH LOCK As the crowd roars in approval the Dragon is quick to lock onto the eighteen-inch neck of The Superior One. A look of concern crosses his face as he attempts to rise to his feet. The Dragon quickly shifts her weight so as to knock Flesher off balance. As he struggles to regain his footing she clamps her free right hand onto Fleshers temples. IRON CLAW “We are witnessing history in the making here tonight Citizen Riley!” The Comet embellishes as Riley drops his head into his hands. “The Dragon has shown the heart of a champion and she is going to take the SWF Cruiserweight title from the vile Thomas Flesher!!” “Will you shut up!” barks the clearly agitated Riley. As Allison Onita views the action she realizes that the match is not going well for the Superior One. It would appear that Flesher might have underestimated his opponent and now is close to losing his title. That is a situation that clearly cannot happen. She quickly grabs a chair and jumps to the ring apron as the referee is asking Flesher if he wants to quit. As Onita stands purged to enter the ring a hand grabs her ankle and forces her back to the ground. A look of consternation crosses her face as Frisco pulls the chair from her hands. As she pulls her arm back to clock the annoying manager Frisco tosses his 20-ounce Slurpee into her face. The crowd gives Frisco his first ever pop, as Onita’s face is a mask of sticky strawberry mess. In the ring Flesher is losing his battle to regain his consciousness. The Asian Death Lock is clearly slowing the flow of blood through the Superior Carotids of Tom Flesher as he falls to his knees. The Iron claw is further limiting his blood supply as Flesher desperately tries to fight it. “Do you want to give up?” Referee Rick Spicer screams in Fleshers face the Superior One looks dazed. As the crowd quiets to a hush Flesher attempts to rise to his feet. A quick weight shift knocks him back down to the mat. As the Superior Ones arms drop Spicer quickly raises one arm as he checks on Fleshers consciousness. The moment Spicer releases the arm it falls limply to Fleshers side. ONE!! The crowd chants on in encouragement DRAGON DRAGON DRAGON Spicer again grabs an arm and elevates it. The crowd cheers as it again falls lifelessly to the mat TWO!! Outside the ring Onita has cleared her face of the gooey syrup and runs to Fleshers Cruiserweight title. As she picks it up Frisco is quick to grab at it as they engage in a tug of war with the championship belt. Referee Rick Spicer once again raises the Superior Ones arm as the crowd falls to dead silence. Onita quickly fires a kick to Friscos privates as the manager doubles over. A smile flashes her face as she waffles Frisco in the face with the title knocking him to the ground. She quickly turns her attention to the ring… THREE!!! The crowd explodes as Onita watches Fleshers arm drop lifelessly to his side. Her heart sinks as the Dragon releases the hold and The Superior One falls face foreword to the mat. “NOOOO!!!!” Onita screams. “NOOOO!!!!” Riley yells. “YESSSS!!!!” The spandex superhero exclaims as he pumps his fist into the Alamo Dome air. DING DING DING As Funyon makes his way into the ring the Dragon raises her hands as she is showered with applause from the crowds. Flesher lye face down on the mat as the lovely—though Slurpee covered—Allison Onita runs to his side. Referee Jack Spicer hands the SWF Cruiserweight title to the Dragon as she raises it high above her head. “No freakin’ way” Riley spurts as he shakes his head in disbelief. “The Dragon has made history here tonight in what may be the greatest upset in SWF history. “ The Comet exudes as Riley sits in stunned silence. “She has dug down deep and conquered the great Tom Flesher in a historical upset” “Fluke” Riley spits in disgust. As a sea of light bulbs capture the moment the Dragon showcases the title as he climbs all four turnbuckles. As the crowd shows their appreciation the Dragon points to the sky as if to acknowledge her late parents as tears well in her eyes. If looks could kill the Dragon would surely he dead as Allison Onita glares at her from the side of the fallen Tom Flesher. The lights dim as the Dragon leaves the ring and SWF STORM goes to commercial.

There's a pretty big difference is havig someone lose via a sleeper hold after a hard fought see-saw match than having someone get pinned after a freakin glorified knife edge. In the match I wrote Flesher passed out to the asian death lock which is a) a sleeper hold and b) a finisher. I didn't make him tap and the victory came after a series of big moves. In Fleshers match I think Candace got in like one offensive move in the entire match and gets pinned after getting hit by a knife edge chop? I mean WTF? Maybe i'm just being pissy and i'm sure some people are just saying he's only made beause he lost but I really don;t care about that. The thing thats really got my going was the total disregard for the character or her bio. She is a very skilled wrestler who spent like 8 years wrestling pro in Japan and suddenly looks like she never even stepped into a ring before. The "Deer in the headlights" look should be saved for someone who is actually making their first match. Candaces speed is her best asset whereas Flesher is rated a 2 for speed yet throughtout the match Flesher is much faster than she is. There was some cheap shot about the name Okimmurra" Obviously someone is not familiar with Japanese phonetics"(BTW Okimmurra is a real Japanese name I dug up frm searching a web site on All Japan Pro wrestling. There was a former champion in the 60's or 70s that had that as a last name so it's a real Japanese name and not something I just made up on a whim). Again I think squash matches like that should be reserved for people who don't even bother to show up. When you spend a good ten to twelve hours writing a match and are pretty careful to follow their bio and not do anything to break their kayfabe and then you ready their match and its a total butcher job on your character it tends not to sit well. Oh well back to the drawing board

I have some Storm comments but after reading that hack job of a match I 'm not going to write them as I'm a tad pissed about now. It's obvious someone's not reading the bio's to well because granted I think she would have lost to Flesher regardless as he's obviosly very good but she is not a freaking jobber by any stretch. I don't know why I even bothered to write a 5300 word match as carefully as I did when it turns out to be a fucking squash match.

The Dragon sits restfully in her brown leather recliner. An soothing incense is burning in the room as she closes her eyes and lets her mind wander. It’s eight o’clock and she knows Frisco will be over shortly to take her to the Alamo Dome for her match with Tom Flesher. As her mind relaxes she still has images of her last match against Jamie Drazon. The thought of her getting jack-hammered into the folding chair is vivid in her mind. The unsettling feeling of hearing the referee count one-two-three and not being able to do anything still haunts her. She can only imagine how tonights encounter with the self-professed Superior One will go. As the last puffs of the incense fade into the air the Dragon gets up from her chair and grabs her duffle bag. She heads out the door and down the stairs to her front door. A pile of mail is awaiting her as she continues to wait for Frisco’s arrival. She sorts through the letters which reveal a surprisingly good mix of hate mail and—gasp fan mail. She can only imagine the look on Frisco’s face is he knew some people were actually fans of the Dragon. That was the furthest thing from what he wanted. As she reached the end of the mail she was surprised to see a hand written post card. A smile graced her face as she immediately recognized the writing as Lobo’s. Dear Candace Good luck in your match against Tom Flesher. You’ll need it ! Take Care Love Always Lobo As she looked at the letters she suddenly heard a car horn barking. A long black Limo was waiting outside her door. She grabbed her duffle bag and headed out placing the mail on her phone table. To the Dragons surprise A very tall, muscular black man in a chauffers suit was waiting for her. As he held the door open the Dragon immediately felt ill at ease. Inside the car Frisco was going over some paper work. The Dragon looked at the man who smiled a wide, toothy grin that seemed almost sincere. “Good morning Ms. Okamurra!” he said in a deep baritone. “My name is Mr. Tanner and I will be assisting you and Mr. Frisco from now on.” The Dragon was immediately taken back by the size of the man. He stood at least six four and looked like a defensive lineman for the Chicago Bears. His shoulders were massive and he looked to weight close to 350 pounds. Unlike Lobo there was not a lot of fat on this guy as he appeared in incredible physical condition. The Dragon smiled and entered the car. As she sat down Frisco seemed totally absorbed in his paperwork. “Who is this man?” The Dragon asked as Frisco finally realized she was even there. “That’s Tanner” he barked as he continued with his reading. “He’s taking over for Lobo” "He's going to be at ringside tonight?" The Dragon asked in amazement. "No. He's just driving us there tonight. He'll be at the back. Maybe next week he'll come out with us but he's new and I don't think he's ready for ring detail yet" Frisco replied. "Now just take a breather because I have some work to do" As Mr. Tanner got into the car the Dragon felt very uneasy. The car started and the group made their way to the Alamo Dome.

I'll only comment on my match. I predict the upset of all time Candace over Flesher. I love being the underdog!

The lights are dim as Candace lay in the whirlpool. A whitish fog emanates from the water revealing how warm it is. As soft music plays on her sound system she places a cooling pack on her neck. Every inch of her body aches having just gone through a hard core match with Jamie Drazon. There is some bruising on her face from the match but for the most part she got through it without any physical markings. This would definitely be considered a victory amidst defeat since Jamie Drazon is a hard core legend and Candace’s’ face is still intact. As her thought fade off to slumber she hears the door to the bathroom open. The immediate smell of cigar jars her from her rest as she opens her eyes to see Frisco washing his face in the sink. She quickly grabs a nearby towel to cover up her breasts. “Oh I don’t need a towel” Frisco starts.” Thanks anyway” he says as he wipes his met hands on the curtains and takes a seat on the toilet. “What are you doing?” Candace exclaims as Frisco shakes the ashes from his stogie into the trash barrel. “Last night was not a good night for me” he says matter of factly as he goes into lecture mode. “I lost five thousand dollars. I got my freaking head split open by that bald headed jack off…” Frisco pauses he feel the bandages over his lacerated forehead. He grimaces as he touches them, then returns to his speech. “Then I get stitched up by this SWF rent-a-doctor…guy blows what can I say” Candace looks on still amazed Frisco would think nothing of walking into a bathroom where she was taking a bath. “But last night was last night. It was a learning experience for you and I’m fine with that.” He continues. “I awoke this morning—feeling pretty damn sore I might add—than I got the Western Union from the SWF. You’re still on the next card!” Candace raises an interested eye brow as she continues to listen to Frisco. In the back of her mind she is clearly wondering what they have in store for her now. “Candace my dear they booked you in a match against Tom Flescher.” Her manager says with a smile. As Candace looks on in stunned silence her jaw drops. The name is legendary. Tom Flescher. THE Tom Flescher. The Superior One himself. She swallows hard realizing this will not be remotely even close to being a favorable match up for her. “They call him The Superior One” Frisco states in a nearly taunting tone. “Not the pretty good one. Not the quality athlete guy. The SUPERIOR one” As Frisco utters the word Superior he is careful to extenuate it perfectly to make his point. From the look on Candace’s face he realizes he did just that. “I guess the good news is he’s not six eight and four hundred pounds. The bad news is he’s a freakin’ human suplex machine. He’s a dirty, mean spirited son-of-a-bitch who will put a hurting on you and really, really enjoy it, and will do absolutely anything on earth to hold on to his title.” As Frisco turns to leave he stops and glances at Candace. A wry smile crosses his face. “That water looks pretty soothing. Maybe I’ll hop in for a while” Candace quickly points to the door and Frisco realizes that it ain’t gonna happen. “Or not” he shrugs as he walks off. Candace rests back in her whirlpool. Fucking Tom Flescher. Of all the people to have to face up against she has to draw The Superior One.

Nice match written by JD, but I did show nd for what its worth here my first HD match. Feel free to comment. “Welllll-come back to SWF Smarkdown” Comet exclaims as the arena lights begin to dim. Robert Riley cracks open an ice cold can of coca-cola as he prepares to assist in calling the match. “This next match should be a very interesting affair citizen Robert”, the spandex superhero begins. “It will pit the evil Dragon Okimurra against the equally vile Jamie Drazon in a hard core contest.” “It should be something” Riley remarks as he takes a sip from his soda. “I would have to say that this being a hard core match Jamie Drazon should definitely enjoy the advantage. He is after all our resident hardcore maniac; but this Dragon Okimurra is undefeated so far so you never know” As the lights in the arena dim Funyon makes his way to the ring. He is nattily attired in a sharp black tux and seems quite enthusiastic as he approaches the center of the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a hard core match” Funyon begins as the crowd roars in appreciation. “The rules of the match are they are no rules. There is no time limit and no count out. Victory can be obtained only via a pin fall or submission, and this being a hardcore match the pin fall or submission can occur anywhere” The crowd cheers wildly as they await the participants. “Making her way to the ring she weights in at 121 pounds and hails from Okinawa Japan. Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Dragon Okimurra!” The crowd gives the Dragon a polite round of applause as the lights to the arena dim. As the arena darkens David Bowies “China Girl” blares over the speakers and a torrent of yellow and blue pyros erupt near the stage entrance. The curtains in the back open as the Dragon makes her way to the ring followed closely by Frisco. The Dragon is clearly walking to the ring with a purpose tonight, as the expression on her face is stoic. She is again attired in her black playboy bunnie tank top and insanely short black leather mini skirt. Once again she is shoeless for her match. She is not bringing any weapons to the ring however Frisco is carrying a long Kendo stick. Lobo is nowhere to be seen on this evening. As Dragon makes her way to the ring several audience members reach out to touch her but Frisco doesn’t allow them to. The Dragon never acknowledges the crowd as she climbs the steel stairs leading to the ring. She stops briefly allowing Frisco a moment to hold the ropes for her and quickly enters the ring. Frisco breaks with his normal custom of pre match banter with Funyon and solemnly waits outside the ring in unusual silence. “Holy Smokes citizen Robert!” Comet blares. “Did we just witness a normal entrance by Frisco?” “It would appear so” Riley replies. “But I’d be surprised if old Frisco doesn’t have a few tricks up his sleeve” “And her opponent” Funyon speaks into the mike. “Weighing in at 243 pounds he hails from Vancouver British Columbia. He is Jaaaamie Drazon!” As the crowd gives an appreciative ovation the lights fade the pitch-blackness. After a moment of awkward silence Marilyn Mansons “Dope Hat” hits the speakers as Jamie Drazon steps through the curtains at the entranceway. The crowd breaks into a strong round of applause as Drazon makes his way to the ring. The superstar appears absolutely shredded as he makes his way to the ring wearing only a pair of cut off shorts and his normal black boots. On his shoulder he is carrying a long, very thick steel chair and he is holding a sock filled with cue balls as he scours the area for nearby items he can use as weapons. He barely makes eye contact with the crowd and clearly seems focused on his match. A few brave souls in the audience attempt to pat him on the back as he approaches the ring but the sneer on his face serve notice for them to avoid any physical contact with the Superstar. “This guy is one intense son-of-a-bitch” Riley begins. “In the ring he is all business.” “I’m certain citizen Drazon is planning on winning that $5000 from Frisco tonight” Comet counters as Riley takes another drink from his beverage. “Well he’ll have his chance” deadpans Riley. As the two superstars face off in the ring Frisco quickly tosses the kendo stick to the Dragon. She is quick to grab it and holds it as if it were a sword. As Jamie Drazon turns to face the Dragon he is quick to take off his thick steel chain and ready it for battle. As the two circles each other the crowd grows silent. The Dragon takes note of the clearly visible scars that mar the baldhead of Jamie Drazon, a veteran of numerous hard-core contests. As Janie Drazon eyes over his opponent the Dragon pauses for a split second to bow respectfully at her adversary. Drazon nods in acknowledgement of the gesture and motions the Dragon to put down her weapon. As the Dragon contemplates the suggestion Drazon tosses his chain and cue balls to his ring corner and puts up his fists. “Let’s go”, Drazon says confidently as he balls his fists and readies for action. The Dragon tosses her Kendo stick and assumes her typical crouched position as she prepares for battle. She raises her arms in her normal awkward karate form and locks her eyes on Drazon. The two are deadly silent as they circle each other apprehensively. “It seems they are going to forgo the use of weapons in this contest” the spandex super hero chirps. “Perhaps they will settle this like professionals rather than rely on chains and sticks” “Dream on!” blurts Riley. “The second either one of them gets a chance to use a weapon they will” The Dragon quickly drops to the ground and fires a leg sweep. Jamie Drazon is equally fast as he jumps to avoid it. As The Dragon is on the ground he quickly fires a kick at her head but she shows her speed as she dives out of its path at the last second. Drazon charges at her and grabs her in a front face lock but the Dragon immediately fires a series of karate punches to the ripped abdominals of Jamie Drazon. As Drazon breaks the hold he quickly fires a forearm smash to the Dragons face that connects as she quickly moves away from Drazon. In a heartbeat they are once again in a defensive posture and circling each other with great caution. “No one was able to get an advantage from that exchange” Comet exclaims as Riley overlooks the action. As Frisco screams encouragement from ringside Riley takes another swig from his soda. Jamie Drazon raises his hands up to motion for a collar and elbow tie up. The Dragon immediately responds with a spinning kick that is caught by Drazon before it could connect. The Dragon reacts in shock and quickly goes for an Enzuiguri but Drazon ducks under it. As the Dragon misses her mark Drazon twists the leg trying to turn it into an ankle lock. A surprised look flashes on the Dragons face as she quickly kicks back with her other leg to Drazons chiseled chest to break his hold before Jamie Drazon can get it properly secured. The Dragon is well aware of the vice-like grip of Drazon and is extremely cautious to avoid anything that can lead to Drazons deadly Demolition Dreams move. As he moves it for another maneuver the Dragon quickly rolls out of the ring. “It looks like citizen Dragon is not having to much success against citizen Drazon tonight” Comet interjects, as Riley appears deeply engrossed in the match. Drazon carefully observed the Dragon as she contemplates her next move outside of the ring. “One thing that is going to be really annoying this match is I’m going to be tripping up the names all night” Riley offers half-heartedly. “Dragon and Drazon. The two sound alike” The Comet enjoys a quick laugh at the obvious comparison. “Can’t we just call her Candace for tonight?” he offers as Riley rolls his eyes in disbelief. “Another problem Bobbo is in their styles” Comet continues. “They also have very similar wrestling styles. Both use a variety of leverage moves and spinning kicks. They both seem quite proficient in the martial arts” The Dragon quickly rolls into the ring where is is met by a charging Jamie Drazon. She immediately does a leg sweep that catches Drazon and knocks him to the mat. As she rises for her buzz saw kick she is met by a leg sweep from Drazon that knocks her to the mat. Again they both move apart and once again begin circling each other. “Come on and get on with it!” barks out Riley, as he appears clearly frustrated by the awkwardness of the match thus far. “Both of these wrestlers appear to be taking a very cautious approach to this match” Understates the Comet. “Thanks for the update Captain obvious” “It seems very queer to have two wrestlers with such similar names and styles in the match”. The Comet interjects while watching Riley’s reaction. “Very strange” emphasizes Robert Riley as he scowls at the Comet. Drazon suddenly charges at the Dragon who quickly gives him an arm drag. As he gets up and moves in again she again fires another arm drag and follows it up with a missile drop kick to Drazons face. As he falls the Dragon quickly gives him a rolling thunder but before she can land it Drazon raises his knees that smash into the Dragons gut. The Dragon rolls to the mat holding her stomach as a wide grin flashes on Drazons face. “Like that? Bitch?” he mocks as the crowd cheers. “That was nice” Riley remarks as Frisco screams at the Dragon to get up. “It certainly has citizen Frisco’s attention” Comet shoots in as Riley finishes his soda. “I’m sure it does” Drazon quickly grabs the Dragon by her long raven hair and pulls her to her feet. He quickly steps behind her and grabs her around the waste to set her up for a quick German suplex. The Dragon quickly counters by hooking her leg with Drazons and firing an elbow that catches him in the mouth. As the Dragon turns to avoid the suplex Jamie Drazon quickly fires a hard punch to her mouth. The crowd gasps as blood begins to flow freely from the lower lip of the Dragon. Once again a smile flashes on Drazons head as he watches the Dragon wipe the blood of her chin. “Taste good?” he taunts. “That shot busted citizen Dragons lip open” The Comet states with a sense of urgency. “That tends to happen in hard core matches” Riley retorts mockingly. Once again Frisco screams at the referee as he jumps to the ring apron. In this match however the referee completely ignores Frisco, as he is only there to announce the winner. “Don’t know what Frisco is yappin’ about” Riley continues. “It’s a hard core match!” Jamie Drazon fires a fierce kick to the Dragons head. She catches it and immediately sends a kick of her own directly into his balls. This drops Drazon to his knees allowing the Dragon to finally get in her patented buzz saw kick. The kick lands square in Drazons jaw and busts open his lip immediately. Once again the crowd gasps as both warriors are now bleeding visibly. A small but highly irritating smirk graces the Dragons face and Jamie Drazon looks on in anger. “You won’t be smiling in a minute” Drazon blares. “I’m not sure these cuts are as bad as they appear” Riley offers indifferently. “When you cut your lip like that there’s always a lot of blood, but if usually turns out to be a fairly insignificant laceration.” Jamie Drazon quickly leaps back to his feet and fires a bicycle kick to the Dragons jaw. As she doubles over in pain he quickly wraps her in a small package. ONE TWO TH-No the Dragon kicks out. As the Dragon gets to her feet Drazon springs beside her and rocks her with a Russian leg sweep. He goes to drop an elbow on her face but she is able to roll out of the way before it lands. Drazon grabs at her legs and drags her to near the turnbuckle. The Dragon quickly rolls to her back to avoid a Boston crab. Undaunted by this Jamie Dragon raises the Dragons legs and falls backwards, sling shooting her into the turnbuckle as the crowd cheers. He quickly goes for a schoolboy pin on the dazed Dragon. ONE TWO The Dragon kicks out. “This could be over pretty soon” Riley notes. As Drazon senses victory could be immanent he moves in for the kill. He pulls the Dragon up by her long black hair in order to set her up for a brain buster. In desperation the Dragon quickly grabs Drazons head and hits him with a jawbreaker. This drops Jamie Drazon to the mat and gives the Dragon a second to hit him with her patented rolling thunder. “It would appear that citizen Dragon is mounting a comeback”. The Comet exclaims as he observes a look of annoyance of Jamie Drazons face. “I’ll give her credit” Riley cuts in. “She is resourceful” As Jamie Drazon tries to recover from the Dragons last move she quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs him by the ankles. She struggles to drag him into the ring corner so that his legs are dangling over the ring apron and the steel turnbuckle is precariously located between his legs about four inches from his inguinal area. A look of horror comes over Drazons face as the Dragon grabs him under the knees and falls back. The end result is he gets his balls driven hard into the steel post the crowd roars and Drazons screams in agony. “Holy shit that has to hurt!” blurts the Comet as Riley winces. The Dragon grabs Drazons leg and drives it hard to the steel turnbuckle. She makes certain to drive the knee hard against the unforgiving steel as Jamie Drazon roars in agony. In desperation Drazon sits up and shoves himself away from the steel post. His face is white with pain as the writhes on the mat. The Dragon climbs to the top turnbuckle and immediately fires a lionsault to the fallen Drazon. She is quick to hook the leg and go for the cover ONE TWO THR—No Drazon gets a shoulder up to avoid the pin fall. “Damn”, Riley snorts. “That was close” “Citizen Robert” Comet says mockingly. “It would appear that Frisco might find a way to keep his $5000 again this week” “Would you knock it off talking about Frisco and that stupid $5000 bounty?” Riley yells. “We’re trying to cover a match here!” As Drazon slowly rises to his feet the Dragon grabs him by the arm and fires him into the ropes. He quickly bounces off them but as he returns to her he is met with a thunderous Frankenstein. Again he finds himself on the mat rocked with pain. The Dragon once again seizes the initiative and hits him with a Senton splash and goes for the cover ONE TWO THR—No Again Drazon kicks out. “I’m amazed at the will power of Jamie Drazon” The Comet marvels. “He keeps on finding a way to will himself out of losing this match” “I’m not at all surprised,” Riley continues. “Jamie Drazon is a man. He digs down deep and fights hardest when his back is against the wall. I have never questioned Jamie Drazons metal” As Drazon wills himself to his feet the Dragon quickly slides behind him and gives him a German suplex. As his back hits the mat she flips over and bridges it into a pin fall. ONE TWO Jamie Drazon kicks out once again. “I believe that move is similar to citizen Drazons Dragon Suplex Bridge” The Comet offers as Riley rips open another coke. “Of course it is!” He barks. “Every damn move she uses is similar to Jamie Drazons. She’s nothing but cheap Japanese knock-off!” The Comet glances at the fuming Robert Riley. “I hope that soda is caffeine free” As the Dragon prepares to fire another buzz saw kick Drazon shoots a desperation Thai Roundhouse kick that lands squarely on the Dragons jaw and knocks her off her feet and hard to the mat. As her eyes momentarily glaze over Drazon slowly crawls on top of her for the pin. “Move your fucking ass!” Riley screams as the referee runs to count the pin. ONE TWO TH-No the Dragon kicks out. “Damn slow referee!” Riley spits and Drazon looks very annoyed. “I’m not sure that would have resulted in a pin fall,” Comet states. “But it was certainly close” Frisco tosses his hands in the air in frustration at the shift in momentum. A moment ago the match appeared all but won by the Dragon, but now Jamie Drazon was winning. As the Dragon slowly rises to her feet Jamie Drazon rifles her with a low blow. This is clearly painful even to the female Dragon and doubles her over which allows Drazon to catch her in a spinning neck breaker. The crowd cheers Drazon for mounting a comeback but as usual he seems totally indifferent to them. As the Dragon lies on her back in the ring Drazon fires a stenton splash of his own. “Take that, bitch!” he yells as the Dragon recoils in pain. A smile crosses the face of Riley who is clearly enjoying watching Jamie Drazon take control of the match. “That a-boy Jamie” Riley cheers. “It would appear citizen Frisco will be losing some money tonight after all” Comet is quick to offer earning another dirty look from Riley. “You’re back to the money again?” “If memory serves me correct” Comet shoots in. “You were very upset that the Dragon won last week. I thought you wanted Frisco to have to pay off $5000” Riley just shakes his head in dismay. “You clearly don’t get it” he sighs. “I have no real problem with Frisco. I actually think he’s kind of cool and he is a hell of a manager. The person I have issues with is this Candace-Dragon girl. I don’t like her!” Riley blurts as he watches the action. “I’ve hated her ever since that match she had with Siclen.” “The Comet nods his head. “So I see you like Mike Von Siclen” Riley glares at the Comet who is smirking at his own joke. “He’s a hell of a wrestler who deserved better than to be beaten by her!” Jamie Drazon pulls up the Dragon by her long black hair and gives her a hard snap suplex. As she hits the mat he fires a missile drop kick to the back of the head that earns a huge pop from the crowd. As she struggles to get to her feet he fires a buzz saw kick of his own which knocks her to the canvas. “Remember that bitch?” he yells to the fallen Asian. “I do!” Drazon again pulls up the Dragon and rifles her to the turnbuckle. As the Dragon turns around she is met with a series of punishing knife-edge chops that buckle her knees as she screams at each hit. Drazon grabs the Dragons arm and gives her a Judo hip toss. As she lands he holds on to the arm and twists it backwards in a torturous arm bar. “I would imagine this should be over pretty soon,” Riley confidently predicts. “I can see her taping any moment now” As the Dragon suffers from the arm bar Jamie Drazon steps over her and alters the move into a modified version of an Eastern Stretch. He twists down savagely on the Dragons neck which twisting her arms backwards as the agony on the Dragons face is obvious. “She’s going to tap!” Riley screams as the Dragon screams in agony. Jamie Drazon continues to apply the hold as the Dragon desperately reaches for the ropes. “It would appear citizen Dragon is trying to make her way to the ropes” the spandex crusader informs Riley who enjoys a sip from his ice-cold beverage. “A lot of good that will do her in a hard core match.” He shrugs as the match appears all but over. “No rope breaks in a hard core match” As the end appears imminent Frisco picks up the kendo stick and rolls into the ring. He quickly crashes it across the back of Jamie Drazon. As the referee screams at Frisco to get out of the ring Jamie Drazon releases the hold and turns his attention to the intruding manager. The Dragon falls to the mat in agony as the crowd roars. “Citizen Frisco makes the save,” Comet blurts as Riley looks on in amazement. “All I can say is Frisco run!” Riley looks as he notices a distinct look of terror on Frisco's face. Frisco quickly tries to get out of the ring but Jamie Drazon catches him before he can get away. He fires a series of wild shots to Frisco’s skull that bring the manager to his knees in a heartbeat. He nails Frisco with a buzz saw kick to the head that drops the manager to the mat as the crowd continues to cheer. “This match is getting out of control” Riley comments. “Frisco has no business being in there at all” “Remember Robert, no rules in a hard core match” Comet fires back. As Frisco lie on the mat Drazon grabs his legs and quickly separates them. As Frisco begs for mercy Jamie Drazon places several well-aimed kicks to Frisco’s balls that has the manager screaming in pain. He pulls him up and whips him face first into the turnbuckle. Slowly the Dragon begins to stir on the other side of the ring. “I think citizen Drazon should be more focused on the Dragon and winning the match than destroying Frisco here tonight” Comet states as the crowd wildly cheers on Drazon as he drives Frisco’s head hard into the turnbuckle. Drazon quickly recognizes the opportunity to inflict even more damage and tosses Frisco to the ground. He removed the thick turnbuckle pad and tosses it to the crowd. As Frisco cowers on the mat Jamie Drazon pulls him up and smashes his head into the unforgiving steel post several times. The crowd goes wild as blood spurts from Frisco’s forehead as Drazon has busted him wide open. “Citizen Frisco is bleeding now,” The Comet astutely notices as Drazon drops the lifeless manager to the mat. The ring is stained with blood as it pours freely from several deep lacerations on Frisco’s forehead. Jamie Drazon immediately turns his attention to the Dragon who is now up on her feet. “Your turn, Bitch” Drazon barks as he fires a crescent kick at her skull. At the last moment the Dragon moves to avoid the kick and it sails wildly over her head. As Drazon turns to face the Dragon he is met with a torrent of purple spew as the Dragon spits her purple mist in his eyes. “There’s that shit again” Riley exclaims as Drazon covers his eyes as he is blinded by the substance. The Dragon quickly picks up the Kendo stick and smashes it hard across the face of Jamie Drazon. He immediately falls to the mat and covers up his eyes as the mist blinds him. The Dragon smashes the kendo stick savagely across Drazons skull several times as blood begins to flow from Drazons baldhead. “It’s starting to look like a war zone in there,” Riley offers as the Comet looks on quietly. The Dragon quickly scans the ring and finds Drazons steel chain. She runs to it and coils it around her fist as she goes to the fallen Drazon. As he tries to regain his sight the Dragon fires a series of karate punches to his forehead. The punches are made far more lethal since she is using Drazons chain. The crowd roars as Drazons forehead is busted wide and blood pours out covering his face and the mat. “The action is very wild in this match” Comet understates. “Citizen Drazon has been badly lacerated and is bleeding profusely,” he continues and Riley is now very quiet and appears somewhat pale. In the ring Frisco has finally regained consciousness as he rolls out to the arena floor. His $3000 Tuxedo is covered with blood. The Dragon wraps the chain around the face of Jamie Drazon and plants her foot on the back of his head. The crowd grows silent as she pulls the chain hard digging into Drazons face as he screams with pain. Jamie Drazon’s face is a mask of blood and the referee moves in for a closer look. Outside the ring Frisco wobbles over to the timekeepers table and shoves him off his chair. He tosses the steel-folding chair into the ring and yells at the Dragon to use it. As the timekeeper protests Frisco grabs the bell and throws that into the ring as well. “Now it appears numerous weapons have been placed into the ring” Comet offers as he checks out Riley who appears ill from all the bloodletting. “What are your thoughts Robert?” Riley takes a sip of his soda. “Ah-huh” he says weakly. The Dragon drops the chain and grabs the steel-folding chair. As Drazon falls back against the turnbuckle she fires several thunderous shots to his head and shoulder area. She tosses the chair to his face and fires a missile drop kick hard on its back that sends Drazons skull hard into the turnbuckle. “Take that, Bitch!” she screams as Drazon lies in a near fetal position in the ring. As Drazon stirs in the blood soaked ring Frisco leans at the ring apron. His face is covered in blood as it is still pouring from a deep inch long laceration over his right eye. “Take that fucker apart!” Frisco screams as he pulls out his handkerchief to try to stop the bleeding. The crowd becomes oddly quiet as the Dragon raises the steel timekeeper’s bell and drives in into Jamie Drazons shoulder. He screams in pain once more at the impact. “It would appear that the Dragon might have injured Jamie Drazons shoulder with that bell” The Comet states as Riley begin to regain his composure. “It’s a wild scene out there Comet” Riley finally offers. “I hope medics are available after this match” The Dragon pulls up Drazon and quickly hits the Asian death lock. The crowd cheers in relief that the bloody match appears nearly over as Drazons right arm falls limply to his side. The referee quickly runs over to check on his status as a smile crosses the Dragons face. He reaches Drazons left arm and raises it. It quickly falls to the mat, as Jamie Drazons eyes turn glassy. ONE The referee again raises the arm as the crowd watches in great anticipation. He releases it and it again drops lifelessly to the floor. As Drazon feels the life leaving him to desperately searches the mat for any possible weapon he can find. As the referee goes to raise his arm for the third time Drazon feels a familiar hard object on the mat. He grasps it as the referee raises his hand. Just as the hand goes up Drazon fires desperation shot to the Dragon. The thick steel chain Drazon bought into the ring is clenched firmly in his hand and acts as a pair of brass knuckles. The punch catches the Dragon just above her eye and opens a gash and blood pours down her face. The hold is immediately broken as she falls hard to the mat. “What a move by Jamie Drazon” screams Riley energized by the comeback. “This one is not over yet” The Comet watches intently as Drazon is unable to even get to his feet. “It would appear the Dragon is knocked out, but I doubt that Jamie Drazon will be able to cover her” As both wrestlers lie lifeless on the mat the referee stands over them unsure of what to do himself. The hard-core match does not allow for a count out so the referee moves to the center of the ring to observe what happens next. As silence falls over the crowd Jamie Drazon stirs for a moment, then the Dragon. Neither appears able to get to their feet. “The referee is unable to count out either the Dragon or Jamie Drazon” Cyclone Comet states as Riley merely nods in agreement. “Hopefully one of them will get up sometime tonight!” As the two wrestlers remain on the group Frisco makes his way into the ring. The referee is quick to cut him off but he continues to the fallen Dragon. He shakes her violently in an effort to revive her. “That evil Frisco has entered the ring” the spandex superstar exclaims. “Once again he is trying to interfere in this match!” “Don’t get your panties in a bind” Riley shoots back. “He can do anything he wants in this match” As Frisco raises the Dragon to a sitting position the crowd reacts to the blood pouring out from over her eye. Her lovely Asian features are covered with blood and it is flowing down her playboy bunnie shirt. She appears obviously dazed as Frisco drags her on top of the lifeless Jamie Drazon for the pin. The referee casts a dirty look at Frisco who screams for him to count. He reluctantly complies. ONE TWO THRE-NO! Just as the referee is about to count three Mike Van Siclen charges into the ring and pushes the Dragon off of Jamie Drazon. The crowd exploded as he unloads a wild punch to Frisco that knocks him clear out of the ring. As Frisco hits the floor Van Siclen runs out after him. “What the fuck?” Riley barks in amazement. “What is Van Siclen doing here? …Not that’s its not good to see him” “I think Citizen Van Siclen has a bone to pick with Frisco after the match he had earlier with the Dragon. It appears its payback time tonight” As Frisco attempts to get to his feet Van Siclen gives him the Riot Act driving Frisco’s head hard to the lightly padded American West Arena floor. The crowd goes wild, as Frisco is knocked senseless. Van Siclen spits on Frisco then heads back to lockers. Both the Dragon and Jamie Drazon are back on their feet and wobbling in the ring. The hardcore legend Jamie Drazon appears injured as his right arm lies limply by his side. He has lost a tremendous amount of blood and is unsteady on his feet. The Dragons face is a mask of blood herself but she appears the more stable of the two. Drazon drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The crowd gives him a strong ovation as he heads out in search of a weapon. The Dragon rolls out of the ring and quickly finds Drazons cue balls. She grabs the sock and heads towards Drazon who is getting his chain ready. As she gets close the Dragon reaches into the sock and starts taking out the cue balls. She throws them at Drazon who winces in pain when they hit. “What does she think?” Quiz’s Riley. “She’s a member of the Japanese baseball team?” Jamie Drazon charges at the Dragon and rams the steel chain hard across her skull. As she falls down the is covered in blood as Drazon realizes he’s opened the Dragon up again. He grabs the weakened Asian and attempts to strangle her with the chain as she struggles to get free. As she is being choked with the chain she is able to fight her way to the announcers table much to the chagrin of Cyclone Comet and Robert Riley. “It would appear we have visitors Robert” Comet announces as the blood covered combatants crash into the announcer’s table. “This is incredible” Riley yells as he moves out of the way of the Dragon as she falls on the table. Jamie Drazon continues to tighten the chain in an effort to choke the Dragon who appears fading. As the referee makes his way for a closer view of the action the Dragon reaches across the announcer’s table and grabs one of the small video monitors. She throws it hard to the face of Jamie Drazon which bounces hard off his blood covered forehead and knocks him to the ground. The Dragon collapses as well. Riley and Cyclone Comet quickly move away from the carnage and join Funyon at ringside. As the Dragon and Drazon recover they get portable mikes as they continue to call the action despite their damaged announcers table. “Well it would appear we’ll have to repair that before the next match” The Comet jokes as the Dragon rise to her feet and starts leaving the arena. “It would also appear that the Dragon is getting the hell out of dodge” As Jamie Drazon gets to his feet he see’s the Dragon. Fleeing. He picks up his chain and follows her up the arena stairs and towards the Copper Club Restaurant at the American West Arena. A Large contingent of Phoenix police quickly take to the Aisles in an effort to keep the audience away from the wrestlers who are engaged in bloody combat within arms length from the fans. As the Dragon and Jamie Drazon make it to the Copper Club lounge a SWF technician runs up the aisle with a portable camera to film the action. “I’m going to kill you, bitch” Drazon screams as he tries to close in on the Dragon. “I wonder if pin falls count outside of the building” Riley asks as it appears that the Dragon might leave the arena if she is able to. As the wrestlers enter the lounge most of the customers are wise enough to leave the area. The few that remain show the intelligence to at least stay at their tables. A group of Phoenix police mans the entranceway to keep the crowd from entering the lounge as several officers secure the exits in an effort to isolate the mayhem in the lounge rather than allow it to spill out into the arena Concorde. The referee and the cameraman join the action as Jamie Drazon desperately attempts to corner the Dragon. “Well I think this is finally nearing an end” Comet exhales as Riley watches the action on a small monitor that was undamaged by the earlier action. “Both the Dragon and Jamie Drazon are cornered in the lounge and they will have to end this there!” The Dragon quickly grabs a chair and rifles it at Drazon. He moves away as the Dragon starts throwing glasses, beer bottles and whatever else is left on the tables at him. A few customers still remaining hide under the tables to avoid the flying dishes. As the Dragon charges Jamie Drazon with a chair he is able to nail her with his massive steel chain. He quickly wraps it around her throat and lifts her with it. As she grabs at the chain she screams out a blood curdling yell as the crowds gasp. “Holy Shit” Cyclone Comet blurts. “Drazon is hanging Candace with the chain!” The Dragon desperately wraps her fingers around the chain as she feel it digging deep into her throat. As she hold the chain she is able to temporarily avoid being choked by the chain but also realizes she can only do this for a short while. Drazons grip on the chain remains vice-like and he tightens it as the Dragon begins to loose consciousness. As Drazon looks at the Dragons blood drenched face he notices her eyes rolling to the back of her head. A gurgle comes from her throat as blood tinged bubbles begin to form at her mouth. The Dragon continues to fight on refusing to submit to the chain yet she is clearly losing her battle to retain consciousness. Suddenly a huge man crashes into Jamie Drazon. The massive impact knocks Jamie Drazon across the room and smashed him into a wall. The huge 400 pounder Lobo attacks Drazon like a man possessed as the Dragon falls lifelessly to the floor. As Drazon tries to defend himself from the well-rested Lobo he is hit with a vicious punch to the gut. Lobo batters him with a Mongolian chop and drives a knee hard into Dragons sculptured abs. As Drazon is doubled over Lobo hoists him up into a Tombstone pile driver and drills him into the Lounge floor. Drazon lie lifelessly on the mat as Lobo goes to the fallen Dragon. “Curse that Lobo” Cyclone yells as Riley continues to track the action. Lobo quickly scoops up the Dragon and lays her over the fallen Drazon. The referee runs over to make the counts. ONE TWO THREE DING DING DING As crowds run to see the carnage in the Copper Club lounge Funyon quickly jogs into the center of the ring. As he glances at the sea of spectators he notices they are all focuses on what is going on in the lounge rather than in the ring. Funyon clear his throat to attract attention to his announcement. “Ladies and Gentleman” Funyon announces from the blood soaked ring. “The time of the contest 24 minutes and 18 seconds. The winner via pin fall---Dragon Ok—im—urrrra!!!” The crowd gives a round of cheer as the referee raises the hand of the unconscious Dragon. A group of medics are quickly on the scene as they begin giving emergency medical care to both Jamie Drazon and the Dragon. Within a minute both wrestlers are strapped on stretchers and on oxygen. As a medic places an IV in the left arm of the Dragon another medic is busy playing a neck support on Drazon as they assess them for injuries. Lobo jobs to ringside to check on Frisco as the program goes to a well-needed commercial break.

does any one know the name of Gail Kims finisher. Its that move she used to make Victoria tap recently. It kind of looks like an octopus stretch but I guess its some sort of sleeper and I was just wondering what its called.

The lights are dim and there is incense in the air. Candace is resting on a large black leather recliner. As soft music flows from her Bose speakers Candace’s’ eyes begin to close. The moment is ruined as a knock resounds from her door. “Please go away”, Candace mutters under her breathe as the door opens and Frisco and Lobo enter the room. “What’s that smell”, Frisco barks as a sour expression comes over his face. “What do you want?” Candace asks wearily. Frisco sits on a chair in front of Candace’s desk. He tosses his breifcase to the floor which leads to a loud thump that further ruins the soft ambience Candace had so carefully prepared. “Kid you did pretty good in there tonight” Frisco starts. “You got kind of lucky that Xavier fell for that fake injury thing you pulled.” As Candace turns her attention to Frisco his vocal tone changes. “If your going to rely on smoke and mirrors to win your matches you ain’t going to get too far here!” Candace stirs in her seat realizing that Frisco’s rare positive comments were going to turn negative and fast. “Most of the guys here don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re injured in a match. Hell if that was Van Siclen in there he’d laugh in your face if you got injured. You wrestled Nathan Xavier and he’s kind of a rookie. He’s also a nice guy which greatly helped your cause with that injury thing. You need to start relying less on that shit!” Candace just closes her eyes and wishes she were somewhere else. “About the only thing you did that was impressive was going after Xavier’s wife after the match. That sent a message you weren’t just messing around here. I liked that” Candace smiled briefly pleased that Frisco would at least find one redeeming element in her match. “Next week you have Jamie Drazon in a hard core match” Frisco stated in a matter-of-fact tone that somehow minimized the fact that Candace just drew a hard core match with a very well known opponent. As Frisco waited for Candace to process that little tidbit her eyes opened wide. “Jamie Drazon?” She asked in amazement. “There determined to make in hard for you” Candace sits at the end of her chair. She appears traumatized at the announcement. “If you’re nervous you should be”, Frisco exclaims as Lobo appears very absorbed in the conversation. While Lobo is not known to be a chatter box he is very capable of engaged in conversation and it clearly seems he is planning to talk very shortly. “You know the rules in a hardcore match”, asks Frisco with great tension. “There are no rules. Weapons are legal, no count outs. No fucking DQ’s. Drazon can pin you anywhere or he can just make you suffer if he wants to—and he has a certified mean streak. He hates rookies and he especially hates you!” Candace stands and walks by the window. She glances across her lawn and observes a few birds on her fence. They fly away as a part of Candace wishes she could go with them. “I’ve got to go”, Frisco says as he picks up the briefcase. He turns to Lobo to tell him to come with him. Lobo motions to Frisco he’ll be there shortly. Frisco just shrugs his head and goes to the car. Once Frisco leaves Lobo turns his attention to Candace. “What’s going on?” Lobo says sympathetically. Candace turns to speak with the big man. Lobo has long been a trusted, near father figure to her and she always treasured their rare conversations. On this occasion the disappointment in Lobo’s voice is palpable. There is clearly a choice to be made here. On one hand Frisco is her manager and has brought her over from the New Japan Pro leagues to the S.W.F. While she enjoyed the high level of competition in Puroresu wrestling for New Japan the money was greater in the United States and foreign objects were used with much less regularity here. In her three matches thus far she had yet to taste her own blood which was regularity in Japan. Yet on the other hand it was painfully clear Frisco didn’t have any great emotional bond with her. To him she was just another disposable athlete and if anything happened to her all he needed to do was go back to Japan to find his next payday. Lobo was clearly not like that. Lobo rarely talked. He was widely regarded as just another big lug who served as an out of ring enforcer. A lot of that came from the fact that Lobo was never much of a talker by nature; also he was from Sweden and English was not his native tongue. On the few occasions when Lobo did speak it was almost always to Candace who he had formed a strong emotional bond. He easily recognized that there was a lot of good in Candace and she was not a natural heel by any means. It was to Lobos dismay that Frisco was working tirelessly to transform her into the super Asian villain he always wanted. As Lobo watched Candace over the last few weeks it was clear Frisco’s plan was working. “Big match coming up” Candace said dismissively. “I must begin preparation” Lobo shook his head as he walked to Candace. “Why did you attack that girl after the last match?” Candace shrugged her shoulders and flashed an innocent smile. Her pretty Asian eyes would always thwart a lecture from Lobo. It would not work today. “The last few weeks you’ve been doing a lot of stuff that is not like you. That thing with the mouse…” “Fuck the mouse”, Candace shot back with a hint of genuine anger in her voice with started Lobo. “I got 200 letters from people about fucking mouse. Petta said they sue me!” Candace just shook her head in amazement. “In Japan I keep mouse traps in my house to kill mice. My cat hunts for mice all the time. What am I supposed to do if I see mouse in my house? Do I have to give it it own room?!” Lobo could tell he was hitting a nerve with her, but pressed his case. “It was cruel. To feed a mouse while taping it for television was a cruel thing to do. Sasha Edwards is not a wrestler; there was no need for you to attack her after the match!” Candace slowly walked into her kitchen. After a brief delay she returned with two glasses of whiskey—a personal favorite of Lobo. She handed him one and drank the other. “Sasha Edwards represents everything I hate about American wrestling”, Candace offered in a very serious tone. “I have wrestled since I was 14 years old. I have performed matches at the Korakuen hall, the Osaka Dome Sky Hall, and many other esteemed Asian facilities. I have wrestled for All Japan, New Japan, the LLPW,the GAEA Japan,JWP,Arision, neo Japan, I have spent years working to be the wrestler I am today. In my first three matches in the S.W.F. I have been booed every time I leave the ring. In Japan I spent eight years of blood, sweat and many tears to be a solid pro wrestler. Here they boo me like I a clown.” Lobo is quiet as he takes a drink from his whiskey. His eyes remain focused on Candace. “Sasha Edwars not a wrestler” Candace continues as her English betrays her once more. “She walks to ring with Nathan Xavier and the crowd cheer her. They love Sasha Edwards. So when I win I make it a point to make an example of her. They hate me they hate me even more. I care no more!” Lobo finishes his drink and puts the glass on the table. “You are not the person Frisco is trying to turn you into!” Lobo interrupts. “How can you live with doing this stuff?” Candace raises her eyes to Lobo. “There is a lot I have learned to live with.” As she pauses she goes to the door and opens it for Lobo. “I had to make a choice. To fight with great honor in Japan, or to come to the United States for great money. I choose the money.” Lobo drops his eyes to the ground as he turns to leave. “Be careful in that match against Drazon.” Lobo cautioned. “He is a very good wrestler, and also he is very good with weapons” Candace considered her options for a moment. “You will see.” “No. I won’t be there” Lobo replied as he turned and walked away.

poor Lobo. Those vice grips on the nuts are no fun.

Actually the reason Clay changed his name was totally irrelevent to the match. It was just mentioned he changed his name as a point of fact. I'm not trying to make any political statements whether he did it to avoid serving in Nam or if it was a real religious conversion to the Muslem religion. It's not the issue.It was basically Clay changed his name to ALi and she's changing her name to "The dragon" and nothing deeper than that.

hell no. Thoth rocks. I love his avatar. I think you're doing a good job

She didn't get involved at all. She was attacked after the match. All she was doing was standing around at ringside as you write she does in the stats sheet. I mean having Candaces manager go after her would seem only obvious to me. I tried to be as accurate as possible to what you wrote but I'm not familiar with how you view her. I thought I was being pretty much accurate with them. Sasha is Xaviers manager so I wrote her doing stuff any face manager would likely be doing, oly getting involved to the absolute minumum. Xavier was clearly a face as you described, the manager basically just stood out side of the ring. Its not like she tossed xavier brass nuks or something. Sorry if you hated it but I did what I could.

I had the damn thing done three days ago but I was trying to save it to a floppy disc on my computer at work and inadvertently saved it to my documents there instead. I was pretty annoyed when I tryed to email it last night. Oh well I had to rewrite the whole damn thing in like 2 hours and hope for the best. I hate it when I do lame things like that.