Smartly Pretty

This thread...has gone...crazy..with...the elipses...

Weren't we going to make "MY ANTI DRUG" things that said violence a while ago?

Danger! High Voltage! I'm feeling very Landon today.

There is also the bizarre perception that the world title somehow involves more effort. There's certainly more pressure to put on angles, though, no? Yep. That's all I got out of this novel of a thread. One sentence.

*plays his Gameboy*

Actually, I won that one.

I'm fucking lost.

This reminds me of something Cross said the other night. Should Toxx retain against Jimmy, the Genesis main event will tie up both the CW and Tag team titles. one of you will find a way to make this relevant.

Shouldn't all of CC vote on it? Oh. Right. That wasn't even very funny. I'm not sure why I said that.

THE MAIN EVENT - SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Michael Stephens © vs. Jimmy the Doom © ~I've been egging Drea since she got this. I want to see her cause a fed collapse. Twould be gold. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH - LUMBERJACK MATCH Bruce Blank © vs. "Hollywood" Spike Jenkins ~Spike, cause...uhh...*shrugs* -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SINGLES MATCH Landon "La Cucaracha" Maddix © vs. "The Divine Wind" Akira Kaibatsu ~Whoever can hit the Tope con hilo flip dive bomb -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- SINGLES MATCH - CRUISERWEIGHT MATCH Birdman vs. Zyon ~The Indian one. So Zyon...yay for semi-inside jokes. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- OPENING BOUT Charlie "Grappler" Matthews vs. Mike Van Siclen ~Graps, cause....*shrugs*

that Indiana Jones game for SNES.

For the lazy: The Jayson Grant Memorial Trophy - For Wrestler of the Year The Divefire Memorial Trophy - For Comeback Wrestler of the Year The Pay Per View Match of the Year Award The Non-PPV Match of the Year Award The Feud of the Year Award The Jay Dawg Improvement Award - For Most Improved Wrestler The Axis Memorial Trophy - For Most Under-appreciated Wrestler The Rane Memorial Trophy - For Most Impressive Career The Fallen Tag Team Trophy - For Tag Team of the Year The Midnight Carnival Cup - For Stable of the Year The Ace of Clubs Trophy - For Heel of the Year The Grand Slam Trophy - For Face of the Year The Cyclone Comet Trophy - For Promo Writer of the Year The William Hearford & Toxxic Trophy - For Rookie of the Year The Nathaniel Kibagami Trophy - For Promo of the Year The Hville Thugg & Edwin MacPhisto Cup of Champions - For Best World Champion The Fallout ICTV Champion of the Year Award The Thoth US Champion of the Year Award (I guess this one won’t appear this year ) The Andrew Blackwell International Champion of the Year Award The Grimedogg Hardcore Champion of the Year Award The El Luchadore Magnifico Cruiserweight Champion of the Year Award The Pay-Per-View Of The Year Award The Mayor McCheese Comedic Moment of the Year Award The Blazenwing Memorial Trophy - For “Tool” of the Year The Stubby P. McWeed Trophy - For Booker of the Year

I like it.

I'm down.

WC, junior high started at 9:30. I could wake up at 9:15 and make the bus.

I'll be about 15 minutes late for the draft, possibly and probably more.

I've been on a streak of rushjobs cause I'm still getting used to my new school schedule. Never had to wake up at 6 before, and most of my writing comes out of sleep time, which I can't really do anymore. I need to find a new way to make more time.

You know what pm I sent you? Disregard it. I can't get a tag match worked out. Though...I'd accept this challenge on a singles basis if you're interested.

Does OVW count?

No love for Random Question Asker?

Sign off. INSIDE JOKE ALERT and o yea i changed the anaconda vice so i can use it like that again lozl

WU-TANG CLAN COMIN ATCHA Watch ya step, kid! Watch ya step, kid! Watch ya step, kid! …aaaand out comes “The Divine Wind” Akira Kaibatsu. Taking a slow jog down the aisle, making sure to slap every fan’s hand before sliding into the ring. He steps up onto the middle rope with one foot, top rope with another, and makes a motion towards his waist, inaudibly moving his mouth. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND his opponent, hailing from Mobile Alabama he is the reigning SWF International Champion, the self-proclaimed “King of Pain” BRUCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BLANK!!” WHITEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! WHITEEEEEEEEEEEE TRASH!! ”Well every time that I come home nobody wants to let me be Seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me Well I appreciate your feelings and I don't want to pass you by But I don’t ask you about your business don't ask me about mine” The jeers and the boos intensify as the big man steps through the curtains. Giving in to the demands of high brass, Bruce is sporting a brand new look, complete with a red singlet. Bruce still has his violent swagger though, and that’s what matters. “Lookin’ Spiffy, Brucey!” King laughs. “The following match up is scheduled for ONE FALLLLL and is for the ES DOUBLE YOU EFF INTERNATIONAL CHAAAMPIONSHIP!” DING DING DING Akira and Blank stand toe to toe in the center of the ring. They exchange a few words, which gives Blank a confused look. Then, out of nowhere, Akira strikes, sending his forearm up Blank’s chin with a European Uppercut! *CRACK!* But Blank stays put! The Trailerpark Messiah, sporting his new singlet trunks, no-sells Kaibatsu’s signature strike! Blank doesn’t just sit there though. He draws his arm back, and shoots it forward, knocking Akira on his ass with a forearm! “I’m not likin’ Akira’s gameplan, so far, King,” Francis says. “Yeah, I just don’t understand why this 4 foot nothing cruiserweight isn’t overpowering Bruce Blank, Mak!” Akira gets up right away though, not backing down from the International Champion. Kaibatsu runs at the ropes, bounces back and throws his forearm up once again, trying to knock Blank down with a European Uppercut in running fashion, but once again Blank holds his ground. The Divine Wind scoots back to the ropes once again, and tries another running European Uppercut, but it’s once again a failure as The Redneck Superman takes him down with a clothesline. “Akira…c’mon now,” Mak sighs. Kaibatsu won’t give up though. He kips up, and runs back at the ropes one more time, and runs towards Blank. The International Champ extends his arms out for another clothesline…but Akira rolls under his legs! Blank turns around to face Akira… *CRACK* And Blank falls backwards from the impact of the European Uppercut! “Finally…” King says. Akira runs towards the ropes and runs in place, screaming riling the fans up for the title matchup. Kaibatsu then turns to face Blank, and as the champion gets up, The Divine Wind sprints towards him and raises his leg up for a Yakuza Kick! YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! “It may have been a slower start, but Akira’s picking up steam!” Mak calls. Kaibatsu times himself, waiting for the perfect moment to run towards the ropes once again. When the time is indeed right, he takes his plan into action, and springboards off the middle rope, spins in mid-air for Kamikaze Rush! Blank doesn’t go down right away though, only doubles him over. Kaibatsu then runs towards him, sliding over his back and grabbing his arm with a float over arm drag! Akira walks over to the ropes once again, playing to the crowd. He isn’t playing much longer though, as Blank gets up right away, and nails Kaiabtsu in the back of the head with a forearm! Blank picks up Kaibatsu by the hair, and throws another forearm to his cheek, before whipping The Divine Wind into the ropes, but Kaibatsu reverses, planting his feet before Blank can whip him. Akira spins around with Bruce’s arms, wrenching them around, and turns it into a hammerlock. Kaibatsu spins around and takes The Trailer Park Messiah down with Crash and Burn! “Crash and Burn! Akira’s hammerlock to clothesline combo!” Mak screams. “I think I’d take a Big Mac combo before that, Francis,” “Oh, how very funny of you King!” Kaibatsu struts over to the corner of the ring, stalking Blank, waiting for him to get up. Blank is slow to reach his feet, and Akira gets a little impatient but he waits it out. When the International Champion is finally at two feet, Kaibatsu double pumps with his feet and shoots his left boot into Blank’s chin with a Superkick! “The ball is in Akira’s court now, King!” “Blank is a superball, remember? Watch how quickly Blank will turn this around.” Kaibatsu does what any former cruiserweight champion would do; he climbs the top rope! He makes a forward rolling motion with his wrists, and the crowd gets behind that! The Divine Wind pushes off with his feet, tilting backwards ever so slightly, driving his back into Blank’s sternum. YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “SENTON BOOOOOMMMMBBB” “Francis, tell me…how does that hurt at all? He’s like, 3 foot nothing, 12 and a half pounds.” Kaibatsu then drops down on all fours, and wraps Blank’s head in a figure eight neck lock. “Oh…the fans know what’s coming now! No asswhooping would be complete without…” Akira rolls over, and jumps up and down with his knees, driving Bruce’s face into the mat with each shot. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* “The Skull Fuck!” “I don’t like Akira, but that’s a pretty awesome name for a move. Almost like some other cooler indy wrestler came up with it,” Kaibatsu doesn’t waste a step, using every bit of energy he has to inflict damage on The International Champion. Kaibatsu throws a huge European Uppercut at Bruce’s jaw, knocking him back a step. Akira runs forward right after grabbing him by the throat, taking him down with a side effect! Akira fiddles with Blanks hands, hooking Blank’s arm behind his back. Kaibatsu struggles with Blank’s second hand though – unable to completely lock in the Anaconda Vice. “Akira’s looking for that Anaconda Vice! He’s developed that as his finisher as of late!” King shouts. Blank uses his raw strength to shove Akira’s hands off of him, and knocks Akira back a few feet. Blank then approaches Akira and whips him into the ropes. Kaibatsu bounces off and runs right into Blank…but he baseball slides through Bruce’s legs, and gets up quickly, before locking in a half nelson. Akira shoves backwards, going for a half nelson suplex! “HA!” King laughs hysterically. “HA HA HAHAHAHAHA! He really thinks he can take Bruce for a half nelson suplex! Akira sees the error in his ways, and quickly shoves Bruce forward away from him, immediately following this up by going to the outside apron. Blank turns around, and Akira jumps up, springboards off, and nails Bruce in the chest with a springboard front dropkick! “KENTA style, fools!” Mak says. “I do have to give Akira some credit, though, Mak. He’s going toe to toe with one of the SWF’s biggest, and well…he’s in complete control. He won’t be for long though! No doubt about it!” Akira runs at the ropes one more time, as per the success of his offense thus far. He bounces back, and drives his boot right between the eyes of the International Champion with a shining Gamengiri! “WHITE MAGIC~!” Mak shouts. “Blank rolls all the way out of the ring!” “He just needs to recover, Mak! He’ll be right back in there!” Akira doesn’t want to let Blank recover though; he runs at the back ropes, and comes charging back, and dives through the ropes! He once again throws his forearm up, this time in perpendicular fashion going for his European Uppercut suicida! ….and Blank moves out of the way! BOOOOOOOOOO “Told you! Brucey’s right back on top!” “…and it looks like Brucey can’t help himself, King!” Just as Mak calls, Bruce positions the medical table right below the turnbuckle. He lifts up Akira by the hair and throws a huge forearm at Kaibatsu’s cheek before slamming his forehead into the wood and positioning him in Ultraviolent Perfectionest fashion. Blank then climbs up towards the apron, and takes a step onto the turnbuckle. …and crotches himself? “The new tights may have just worked to Bruce’s disadvantage, which is definitely not something I’ve ever heard of.” King is puzzled. “I guess he’s used to his jeans making his steps a little shorter, so the tights mistimed his step,” Akira takes advantage of his strange luck, and climbs the apron, and ascends the top turnbuckle. He doesn’t have much to do from this position to give a big man, but he does have one thing…He jumps up, hooks his legs around Blank’s neck, before rolling backwards off the table, rolling one more time driving Bruce’s head through the table with an Avalanche Reverse Hurricanrana through a table!! YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “OH MY GOD, KING, BOTH OF THESE MEN ARE DOWN!” “AND OUT!” “Remember, you cannot be DQ’d in an I Quit match, so that’s perfectly legal!” Referee Matthew Kivvel runs to the outside, and checks the pulses of both men. He stays close to them as they breathe heavily on the floor. Slowly, Akira reaches his knees. He doesn’t have the energy just yet to pack a mean punch, but he throws what he can at Bruce’s body. Blank slowly gets up to his knees and throws a powerful forearm at Akira knocking his face sidways. Akira, not wanting to take another shot like that up front, rolls into the ring, and Blank follows. Akira gets to his feet and throws a big elbow at Blank, and Bruce respons…in an odd manner. He throws a European Uppercut at Akira! Kaibatsu isn’t pleased with that at all, and he throws forearm after forearm at The Trailerpark Messiah! The blows send Bruce back way into the turnbuckle, and he rolls backwards, his feet hitting the top rope, sending him back into the ring with a new found momentum. Akira ducks under a Bruce clothesline attempt, and the Redneck Superman hits the other ropes, quickly met with an Akira Kaibatsu Superkick! “Another Superkick! He’s really setting up the neck for that Anaconda Vice, King!” “That thing is damn near impossible to lock in! He’s gonna have to catch Blank REALLY off guard if he wants to win with THAT thing,” Kaibatsu picks up Blank, and once again throws a signature European Uppercut. He then tosses The International Champion into the corner, and comes running right after him, but Blank lowers his shoulder – purposefully or accidentally, we are unsure – and headbutts Akira in the gut. Blank then lifts Kaibatsu in Manhatten Drop fashion, and drops him on the top rope. “I don’t like where this is going,” Mak grimaces. Blank then goes to the 2nd rope closest to Akira, and makes a belt motion towards his waist before he leaps forward with his arm hanging out, tossing Akira off the ropes with a huge leaping lariat! “HUUUUGEEEE Lariat from Blank! It’s not often we seem him go to the top TWICE in one match…it may have been awful the first time, but it sure as hell paid off this time!” King shills the champion. “Uh…he’s going for a cover” “It’s an I Quit match, Blank!” Kivvel screams, which leads to a very “I knew that!” look from The Redneck Superman. “You can take the boy out of the south, but you can’t take the south out of the boy!” Francis laughs. Blank lifts Akira up by his beard, and throws three quick punches right in his gut. Blank then locks him in a front facelock, and wraps his arm aroumd. He lifts Akira up going for a suplex, but Kaibatsu blocks by throwing his free arm at Blank’s stomach. Akira then grabs Blank’s head, and shoves it right to the ground with a DDT! “DDT from Akira! He turned nothing into something right there, King!” “Does nothing refer to his talent, Mak Francis?” Kaibatsu follows this up rather quickly, running to the left rope, getting to Blank in the middle of the ring, and then stepping right over him, bouncing to the next rope. He bounces off that, picks up speed, and then… *BOOM* “Akira just dropped an elbow right in Bruce’s chest with the powerdrive elbow!!!” Mak shouts. “Gah, I hate that move. It’s so lame. He should do some crazy posturing beforehand. Akira sits at his knees in the middle of the ring, and tries to get the crowd behind him the best he can. CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP Picking up speed with each clap, Akira and Blank both get up around the same time. Kaiibatsu approaches Blank from behind, and locks in a standing double chicken wing, going for Natural Born Chaos Theory! Blank fights it with every inch in his body, running backwards backing up into the turnbuckle breaking up Akira’s double chickenwing. “Akira was so close there once again! That neck of Blank’s is going to be fucking wrecked by the end of the night if Akira has anything to say about it.” “And he won’t get anything to say about it, Francis. Blank is simply too big for Akira to come out on top. Get real, Franchise.” Blank runs away from the turnbuckle he leans against Akira on, picking up speed towards his the opposite turnbuckle. He halts himself by planting his boot on the bottom rope, and then spins around, getting a full head of steam for a huge elbow to Akira’s chin! “Bruce Blank with that phenomenal running elbow!” Mak praises. “He really is one of the best brawlers we have here, I hate to admit. It’s true though,” “What’s to hate, Mak Francis? What’s to hate? Bruce Blank is an old school grappler who will stop at nothing to get the job done. WHAT is to hate?” “His dickish tendancies and lack of concern for anyone but himself.” “Don’t give me that bullshit, Francis.” Blank then runs towards the side ropes, picking up more steam to nail Akira with another elbow, but Kaibatsu comes running from nowhere to intercept with a huge European Uppercut! Blank goes knocking through the ropes, but he uses his legs to keep him in with the top rope, like last time. This gives him momentum, and he TAKES AKIRA’S HEAD OFF WITH A LARIAT! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “Oh my GOD that was insane! Did you see that Francis?! That was a lariat like I’ve never seen! Akira’s career was just shortened five years!” “Ok, I get it King. IT WAS REALLY BIG” “It was more than really big, Francis…that was enourmous!” Blank lifts Akira by his big beard, and throws The Divine Wind a huge forearm. Blank then stuffs Akira’s head between his legs, and lifts him up onto his head. Blank roams over closer to a turnbuckle, and doesn’t drop, but THROWS Akira down onto the turnbuckle with a gigantic Powerbomb! “OH MAAAAN, Francis! Look at this! Blank has Akira in the palm of his hand! Ain’t no stoppin’ the Trailerpark Messiah right now!” “Will you stop slobbering over his jockstrap, King?” Blank picks up Kaibatsu by his long air, and puts him in a double chicken wing, just like Akira had done to him not long ago. Blank takes it just a little bit further though, lifting Kaibatsu up into the air for the Elevated Double Chicken Wind. Blank screams something at Kivvel, and the referee brings the microphone over to Akira and sticks it in hid face. Akira makes a few grunting noises, but nothing resembling “I Quit” just yet. Then, Akira unhooks his legs from below him. He uses his uncanny arm strength to lift up, and flip backwards, unhooking himself from the elevated double chickenwing. He then clutches Blank’s back and flups him backwards for a Japanese Rolling Clutch Ping! “What the hell is he doing that for, Mak? You can’t win by pinfall!” “I don’t know…King…but he’s out of that painful looking submission hold!” Blank kicks out at a count of…well, zero. The confused redneck lifts the Japanese star by his tights, and throws him a huge forearm! Blank then catapualts Akira into the ropes. Kaibatsu comes bouncing back with a lot of power, and Bruce catches him between the legs, flipping him sideways dropping his back onto the mat. *CRAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH* Blank wants to end the match quickly, and drops the microphone right in front of Akira’s face. The Redneck Messiah then grabs ahold of Kaibatsu’s legs, and crosses them. The International Champion wastes no time before flipping Akira over, and locking in a Texas Cloverleaf! “Uh-oh, Francis! Texas Cloverleaf! How’s Akira gonna stay in this one? I know how…he isn’t! C’mon! Tap! Tap!” “Do you know what professionalism is, King?” Akira is grabbing a hold of his fists tightly, his body vibrating with will power. In an act of weakness, he grabs the microphone, and holds it close to his mouth. “C’mon…two words….” But Akira doesn’t say any words! He tucks himself underneath Blank by pushing off with his arms, and flips the International Champion over! Akira grabs his legs and flips over with a bridge! “What…the hell…is he doing?” King asks, along with the audience. “You know…I’m not sure either. This is the second time he’s used a flash pin in this matchup. We know Akira’s the master of the flash pin, he’s demonstrated this frequently in the SWF, but this is an I Quit match!” “Maybe he hasn’t learned English yet, and thinks this is a regular matchup?” “King…” “Just throwing ideas out there…” Blank once again kicks out….at a count of nothing. Ignoring his apparent confusion, he throws several punches to the gut of Akira Kaibatsu, doubling the former Cruiserweight Champion over. Blank then grabs Akira in a front facelock, and lifts him up onto the turnbuckle. Blank grabs him in a front facelock once again, and wraps his arm over his head, before bringing Akira all the way down with a huge Superplex! *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM* WHIIIITEEEEE TRASH WHIIIITEEEEE TRASH WHIIIITEEEEE TRASH Blank once again looks inside his cupboard of old school wrestling and submssion techniques, and Blank lifts Akira over his shoulder so that his back is against it, tucking Kaibatsu’s leg behind his hips. “Blank’s got a Gory Special applied this time! What move doesn’t this man know?! My god, he’s the total package.” King says. “He’s even got Kivvel bringing the mic over to him to help him out when he wins the match in, oh, 15 seconds.” Akira doesn’t lose in 15 seconds though. It’s been at least 10 and he’s still sweatin’ it! He makes some mumbling noises into the mic, but nothing close to “I Quit”. He squirms, but Blank holds on tight. Then, he finds a way to unhook his legs, and he kicks them from underneath Blank, and rolls forward in the air, catching Blank in another pinning predicament! ‘OH! OH OH OH! I GET IT, KING!” “What? Akira’s retarded and doesn’t know how to win his match?” “No! He’s using his talent in flash pins to help him escape these painful submission maneuvers! It’s been working like a charm, and we haven’t even been able to notice!” “That makes too much sense. It’s Akira we’re talking about!” Blank, still confused as ever, picks up Akira by the hair, and throws one more punch to the gut, like he’s been doing the whole sequence. “You know, King, if Blank was really the total package like you say he is, don’t you think he’d learn from his mistakes and try something different? It’s just signature move, submission. Signature move, submission.” “He’s going with what works, and pain WORKS!” “Well, enough about that…when are you going to praise the toughness of Akira going toe to toe with someone of Bruce’s size and not giving up yet?” “Probably never,” Akira and Bruce get up almost simultaneously, and the first thing Akira does is throw a European Uppercut right at Blank’s jaw! “Akira’s fighting right back!” Kaibatsu throws one more European Uppercut before he hurls a right elbow, snapping The Trailerpark Messiah’s neck back. Akira then nails Blank with a forearm, and then whips him into the ropes. Blank tries to reverse Akira’s whip with a Big Boot though! Akira ducks under it, and when Blank turns to face him, he toe kicks him right in the gut, and butterflies the arms. Akira then lifts what he can of the Super Heavyweight, and spins him around to the left, planting him on his face for It Came From Sendai! YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! A-KEY-RAH! A-KEY-RAH! “Akira plants Blank with It Came From Sendai! He’s gotta lock in something big if he wants to win right here!” Akira does just that, jumping forward, and dropping towards Blank, grabbing his left arm, and pulling it upwards for the fujiwara armbar! The fujiwara armbar may be a big submission, but Bruce is still a very big man, and lifts Akira up by his arm alone! “Holy shit, Mak! Look at what Blank just did with his arm!” ….and he levels Akira once again with a clothesline! BOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “I really love Bruce Blank, and that’s why,” Blank then lifts Akira by the hair, and attempts to whip him into the ropes, but Akira stops short in front of them. Blank comes running forward, going for another clothesline, but Kaibatsu ducks under it, nearly sending Blank to the outside of the ring! Blank is poised though, and he carries his momentum on to the apron and nowhere else. Akira however, runs towards the ropes, and bounces off. He picks up speed towards the middle, and he leaps over the ropes, spinning halfway and as he does, he grabs Blank’s head in a front facelock, bringing him down to the floor with him for the World’s first suicide dive suplex!! YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! “HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” “Eh, looked like a suplex to me, Mak” “That was no ordinary suplex, King! He leaped over the ropes and landed on the floor as he hit the suplex! A suicide dive suplex?!?! What the hell is this, circ de souleis?” “Worse. The cruiserweight division” Akira won’t stop right there though. He’s an entertainer, and he needs to do his job. He climbs back up to the apron, and he jumps up once again. He sways his legs to the side, and drops them on the ropes, using the momentum to carry him backwards for an Arabian Moonsault!! YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “First the suicide dive suplex, now the Arabian Moonsault?!?! Akira’s pulling out all the stops right now! Everything Akira knows is being put to the test at this point in the match!” Mak shouts. “I hope he knows how to kill giants. I know I don’t,” “That’s why you’re retired and he’s fighting for the International Championship,” “Are you comparing me to that chink?” Akira doesn’t want to stop right now. He’s going 100 miles an hour and he’s going to try and brawl with Blank on the floor…which probably isn’t a good idea. He picks up Blank by his mangy hair and throws one more European Uppercut his way, before Blank respons with a forearm of his own! Akira pulls back for another European Uppercut, but Blank’s forearms are much quicker to execute, and he nails Kaibatsu in the forehead before The Divine Wind can smack him in the chin! Blank then whips Akira into the Spanish announce table, and Akira hits the front of it hard. Blank wanders towards his left to find his gold plated belt, and…in rather unusual fashion, he hooks it around his foot. “Blank’s got some pretty big feet, King. That actually works?” Blank then walks right over to Akira with the belt on his foot, damaging the plate, but not too badly. He scrapes the bottom of the title with Akira’s face in one quick smooth motion. He does it again, this time fiercer and stronger. Blank then shoves it right in his face one more time, outright kicking him in the forehead with it, causing a cut to open up right above his eye. HE’S HARDCORE! HE’S HARDCORE! “Woah…haven’t heard those chants for Akira since…well since Akira vs Blank!” Blank unstraps the title, and nonchalantly wipes some dust off, before tossing it to Funyon, winking at him. Blank then throws Akira right into the ring, and slides in himself. He then drags Akira up by his trunks, and stuffs his head between his legs. He tosses Akira up by his head, and starts running forward. Then in a swift motion, he drops Akira right to the ground with Sweet Home Alabama! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “Sweet Home Alabama! Blank hit Sweet Home Alabama!” King shouts. “Can’t be much longer now, Francis!” “But what’s he going to follow it up with? He threw out a bunch of submissions earlier, and Akira refused to quit!” “Shut up, Francis! You don’t know anything! Blank will make Akira quit right here and right now! That back is softened up enough for anything!” Blank’s never been a flashy guy, so why should he start with submissions? Brucey goes right to an old standby. He grabs one of Akira’s legs, and then flips him right around sideways, sitting back on the leg, adding a ton of pressure to the back that Akira’s been having problems with all match. “THE BOSTON CRAB!” Mak shrieks. “Akira won’t be in this won very long! Akira pushes off with his legs towards the ropes. One leg at a time he crawls. Kivvel holds the microphone in front of him, as Blank screams at him to do. Akira grunts and shakes his head no with each step towards freedom. “…NOOOOOO!” Akira screams into the microphone as he makes one last dive towards the ropes, finally catching them! “LET GO!” Kivell screams, heard through the mic he’s still holding. Blank shakes his head though, he’s holding on, and there’s no DQ to stop him! Akira, catching Bruce at a moment with the referee, spins around, and knocks Blank off his back! YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Akira gets up, and he’s holding up his hands ready to fight! Not for long though… ….because Blank runs right at him with a huge forearm! Akira is knocked back a bit, but not all the way down. Blank then puts him in a front facelock, and wraps the arm over his shoulder. He lifts Akira up and holds him up there, the crowd counting along. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! BOOOO Right after the count of six, Bruce drops Akira right on his back. **CRAAAASSSSHHHHHHH** BOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “THE BLAANK BOMB! THE BLAAAAANK BOMB! IT’S ALL OVER NOW! LOOK AT AKIRA’S MOTIONLESS BODY!” “Eh..Uh..ye…” Mak is speechless. Akira’s body is indeed motionless. The Franchise struggles for words to say as Blank goes overtop Akiras back, and sits on it. He crosses Akira’s hands over his throat, and there’s only so much time the human body can withstand in Blanks Straight Jacket. “He’s…he’s got the straight jacket in” Mak sighs. “DO YOU QUIT?” Kivvel screams at Akira, and the Divine Wind shakes his head. “DO YOU QUIT?!” “I…” “I…” “I….” Akira doesn’t say the last words though! The Divine Wind thrashes his left arm from beneath the hold, and frees that one arm. He then takes over Bruce’s hand with that arm, and grabs a hold of his wrists. Then…then he starts unwravveling the duct tape?! “what the hell is he doing, Mak?!” “HE’S DUCT TAPING HIS MOUTH SHUT!” Akira gets a few pieces of tape off of Blank’s wrists, and he wraps it tightly around his mouth and head. “DO YOU QUIT?!” Kivvel screams one more time “MHGNGN FMFBFM” The Divine Wind screams backs. “AKIRA CAN’T QUIT IF HIS MOUTH IS DUCT TAPED SHUT!” Mak shouts in joy. Blank, finally, gives up. He picks up Dolemite, and he slaps him around, throwing a forearm right at his face, sending him back to the ground. Blank steps over him, and grabs the duct tape at his mouth…but then he let’s go. “Uh oh…Blank’s got a sinister smile on his face, King” “I love that smile” Akira begins to violently shake his head, blocking his nose from Blank’s way. “Blank’s going to try and grab Akira’s nose and stop him from breathing!” Blank swats away Akira’s left arm, and begins to move in with his right one, about to grab the nose and cut off all of Akira’s air…but then he stops! Akira just wrapped Bruce’s left arm around his back! He grabs Blank’s right arm, and shoves it through the hole he created! “THAT WAS A TRAP BY AKIRA! BRILLIANT!” Akira yell—er…mumbles at Kivvel to get over to Blank with the microphone as he tugs away at Bruce’s enourmous arms. With every second that goes by both competitors lose a bit of stamina to continue the match. “DO YOU QUIT?!” “NO!” Blank screams, as Akira squeezes just a bit tighter between the arms. The arena can HEAR Blank’s ligaments tearing, just as they can FEEL each competitors desire to hold the International Championship. “DO YOU QUIT?!” “I…” Akira tugs harder, squeezing on Bruce’s arms. “I…” Akira gives it one more tug, hoping to tear something. “I QUIT!” DING DING DING! “Yes! Akira made Bruce Blank quit! The champion has be dethroned!” “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIIIIOOOOON…THE DIVINE WIND…AKIRRRAAAAAA KAAAIIIBATSUUUUU!”

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