Losing matches...

[Guest redbaron51]

Narrator: Two men, one belt, one last time. Edwin MacPhisto current SWF Champion, leader of the Midnight Carnival up against his year long rival, and the master of mind games, Chris Wilson, leader of M7. The match that ends all at Apocalypse. Chris Wilson, Edwin MacPhisto, SWF World Title in the middle of it all, for one last time...

 

*END PROMOTION*

 

Grand Slam: I just can't wait for the main event already.

 

Riley: This is going to be the best match ever in existence here in the SWF, and already we just saw a brilliant match between Chris Raynor and Mercury, and up next the SWF Tag Team Titles will be up for grabs tonight, in a special, bomb shelter match.

 

Grand Slam: Rules are very simple, there are no tag, no DQ, no count outs, and the winner is to put both of your opponents in the bomb shelter to win the match.

 

Riley: Since we couldn't find a bomb shelter, or in better terms, could not afford one, we decided the cheapest and the SWF way for a bomb shelter. Spray paint the dumpster gray and slap some radio active symbols on it.

 

Grand Slam: Though the tag team match is very interesting if you might say so. The team of Chili Chili Bang Bang, Frost and "TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson will be up against the challengers "Deathwish" Danny Williams and Xero. Now Frost, TNT and Danny are all M7 members, so I'm not really sure if there are going to be some love loss between those three, and Xero who is basically Danny's friend right now is in the middle of all this.

 

Riley: Also back in the JL, Danny was making Frost and TNT his personal bitches, but since all three of them came up to the SWF, Danny has never really showcased his talents, and wants respect that he is better than the current tag team champs.

 

Grand Slam: What if Xero and Danny wins, will Danny be kicked out of M7 or will Xero be in, and what would others think in M7 about this? They don't want to lose to a person who's not in M7.

 

Riley: Well if Chili Chili Bang Bang retains, then I see no problem later on in the future of M7, but if some how Xero and Danny wins, then turmoil can be brewed inside the stable, and maybe cause M7 to break up, which Stubby would love to see.

 

Fireworks explode as "Toxicity" by System of a Down is being blasted through the Pepsi Center. The Team of Chili Chili Bang Bang walk out to loud waves of boo's. Frost and TNT walk down with their belts around there waist and proceed to the ring.

 

Funyon: The following match is for the SWF TAG TEAM TITLES!!! To win you must be able to put both of your opponents into the Bomb Shelter. At a combined weight of 562 pounds, they are current members of the Magnificent 7. That are your current Tag Team Champions, they are also known as Chili Chili Bang Bang, "TNT" Taylor Nicholas Thompson and FROST!!!

 

The champions climb in the ring, as both men climb the turnbuckle, adjacent from each other and raise their arms high in the air.

 

Grand Slam: You are now looking at the champions right now, and by god they are damn impressive to watch.

 

Riley: After seeing that these guys can beat Edwin and Chris Raynor, they have the potential to become one of the best tag teams that we have ever seen since a long long time.

 

Lights are turned off as the intro of Metallica's "Master of Puppets" begins to play. After a few seconds into the song, the song quickly fades out. About 5 seconds later, the lyrics are shouted out "Obey Your Master!" as red fireworks explode. "Calculating Infinity" starts up by Dillinger Escape Plan as "Deathwish" Danny Williams and Xero with a Kendo stick in his right hand, walks out with a mixed reaction from the crowd.

 

Funyon: And the challenger tonight. At a combined weight of 437 pounds, they are the number one contenders for the SWF Tag Team titles..."Deathwish" Danny Williams and XERO!!!"

 

The team of Danny and Xero rush towards the ring, as both of them slide underneath the bottom rope. The tag team champs begin to stomp on Danny and Xero before they can get up on their feet. The referee rings the bell as the match gets underway. Frost goes after the speedy Xero tossing him over the top rope crashing him to the outside. TNT grabs Danny by his arm and lifts him up to his feet. TNT clutches his right hand and starts to wail Danny with quick right hooks towards his face. Danny is backed into the ropes. Irish whip by TNT as he sends Danny to the ropes at a blistering pace. Danny rebounds off the ropes, but TNT leaps in the air catching Danny with the rising knee in the choppers. Danny goes down holding his mouth. Back to the outside, Frost is manhandling the challenger Xero. A few straight punches by Frost, knocks the Hungarian born back to the steel guard rail. Frost lifts Xero overtop of his head, and drops the light weight Xero throat first on to the steel rail.

 

Grand Slam: Chili Chili Bang Bang are showing no signs of stopping Bobby.

 

Riley: They don't care who they are facing, as long as they win its all good.

 

Xero grabs a hold of his throat in need of some fresh air, while TNT has Danny backed into the corner. TNT looks at the crowd as he grabs on the top rope and puts his size 15 foot on Danny's throat. Danny struggles for air, but TNT lets go of the choke hold. Frost on the outside whips the light weight Xero to the steel rails, as he nails the guard rails in a flash. Frost runs towards Xero. Xero lifts up his legs and kicks Frost right in the sternum. Xero sprints towards Frost extends his arms and tries to knock the big man back with a clothesline, but it does not happen. Xero looks at Frost in his eyes, realizing a clothesline isn't going to knock down the 300 pound Icelandic. Frost picks up Xero and lifts him up into a Military Press.

 

Grand Slam: Look at the sheer strength of Frost. 300 pounds and he is picking Xero up like a rag doll.

 

Frost turns towards the ring, and with his strength and size, he can easily lift the 200 pound body of Xero and toss him INTO THE RING!

 

Riley: HOLY GAY MAN!! Did you just see that Mark?!

 

Grand Slam: More importantly, did you hear what you just said?

 

Riley: No?

 

Grand Slam: You said and I quote 'Holy Gay Man'

 

Back in the ring Danny has his head hanging over the bottom rope, as TNT slides out of the ring looking for some items, Frost climbs up to the ring apron as he sees both of his competitors lying on the canvas.

 

Grand Slam: This seems easy pickings for the team of Chili Chili Bang Bang.

 

Riley: Not too much of a competition in this match.

 

TNT grabs a hold of a fire extinguisher and smashes the end of the fire extinguisher towards Danny's skull. Frost picks up Xero by his throat and sends him towards the turnbuckles. Frost walks up towards Xero and starts to unleash some hell on Xero with a fury of rights and lefts towards the ribs and kidney's area. TNT slides back into the ring, and grabs Danny by his hand, backing him up into the adjacent turnbuckle across from where Xero is. Both TNT and Frost look over towards each other and both nod their heads. Both TNT and Frost whip the challengers, but Danny is able to reverse TNT Irish whip and counter to one of his own. TNT and Xero charge full speed as Xero knocks down Mr. Thompson with a well executed High Leg Clothesline. Danny charges towards Frost and knocks a nice running back elbow that backs the big Icelandic into the corner. Danny starts to nail some really stiff kicks trying to knock the big man down. Danny is able to knock the big man down, but it took so much energy from him, that he is basically too tired to follow up on the assault. Xero grabs TNT by his hair, and throws him right out of the ring, crashing on the ring mat outside of the ring.

 

Grand Slam: The team of Danny and Xero are starting to get some offence in.

 

Xero runs back to the ropes to gain some more speed. He slings off the ropes and does a handspring and leaps over the top rope nailing a Suicide Plancha on the staggered TNT

 

Riley: I think I just shitted myself with Xero doing that move!

 

Grand Slam: Xero can cut through air like nothing, as he defies the laws of gravity.

 

Both Xero and TNT lie on the mat's outside as the referee checks on both competitors to see if they are alright. Back in the ring Danny has the big man back up on to his feet. Danny grabs Frost by his arm, and goes for an Irish Whip. Frost counters and nearly kills his fellow M7 member with a frozen lariat that nearly beheaded him.

 

Riley: Is Danny's head still attached to the rest of his body?!

 

Grand Slam: I think so? He took that clothesline like a pro, but you never mess with Frost's strength.

 

Frost starts to stomp on Danny's head, making it hard for him to get up on his own. Back to the outside of the ring, Xero and TNT are exchanging punches back and forth. Xero goes for a hard right hand haymaker, but TNT ducks the punch, and gets behind Xero. TNT reaches over towards Xero and pulls him back with a hard hitting Russian Leg Sweep on the outside as Xero lands on his back hard on the concrete floor. TNT grabs Xero by his arm and starts to drag his lazy ass carcass up the entrance way, heading towards the bomb shelter. Once TNT dragged Xero to the top of the stage he was too tired to drag him anymore. Frost gets out of the ring, and starts to jog towards TNT and help him throw the light weight Xero into the bomb shelter.

 

Grand Slam: Looks like both members of Chili Chili Bang Bang want to put Xero out of his misery early in.

 

Danny looks on as he sees his partner and friend in trouble. What should he do? I mean he doesn't want to lose the match and not grab the gold, but then again he sees that his stable mates are doing the job. Danny starts to get up and walk out of the ring, and head towards where all the action is.

 

Grand Slam: Danny is looking to kick some ass right now.

 

Riley: Who's ass is he going to kick though?

 

Grand Slam: I dunno.

 

Danny walks up to the action is.

 

TNT: C'mon Danny this is what you wanted right?! You want to throw his lazy ass out of the match. You don't care about him. He's worthless.

 

Frost: You're not going to miss him.

 

Danny undecided on what to do as Chili Chili Bang Bang are still pounding the crap out of Xero who is leaning up against the stage. Danny walks in between Frost and TNT as they offer him to nail a stiff kick right into Xero's face.

 

Grand Slam: ITS AN M7 BEATING! THEY HAD THIS ALL PLANNED OUT!

 

Riley: Xero is going to be sore tomorrow.

 

Danny hesitates not knowing what to do. Xero looks in Danny's eyes and he knew it is going to be trouble for him. Quickly though, Danny nails a Back Elbow Smash to Frost's face, and Xero is able to trip up TNT from underneath them. The Denver fans scream wildly as Chili Chili Bang Bang are getting there asses handed to them.

 

Grand Slam: DANNY SAVED XERO!

 

Riley: What a bold move by Danny, risking his ass to save his partner's life from the handing of M7.

 

Danny grabs Frost by his head and heads back towards the ring.

 

Riley: Why is Danny going back to the ring if the bomb shelter is underneath the stage?

 

Grand Slam: Because nailing a big move to Frost would be near impossible.

 

Xero sits on TNT chest and starts to nail in with right hands each one of them nailing right in the face of TNT. Xero gets off of TNT and he sees him lying unconscious. Back to the ring where Danny rolls Frost into the ring, as Danny follows Frost. Xero hurries back towards Danny, as Danny has Frost up against the ropes. Danny nails some hard right hand chops across Frost chest, as Frost screams after every chop. Danny lunges over and grabs Frost by his wrist and throws him into the ropes. Frost bounces off the ropes, and comes back towards Danny. Frost extends his big right arm and catches Deathwish by surprise and sends him flipping in the air.

 

Grand Slam: The Hell Froze Over, and it looked like Frost just knocked the Puro wrestler out cold.

 

Xero slides in the ring and is right behind Frost, which Frost has no clue Xero is behind him. Frost turns around as Xero lines up and connects with a Superkick that catches Frost right in the upper chest area, send him back up to the ropes, still standing. Danny rolls out of the ring as TNT finally shakes off those punches he received from Xero earlier, taking his time to come back to the ring. Back in the ring, Xero is able to send Frost towards the ropes with an Irish Whip. Frost recoils off the ropes, as Xero leaps up on to Frost's shoulders. Xero looks into the big man eyes as he looks in danger. Frost position himself into the middle of the ring looking to Powerbomb the cruiser weight.

 

Grand Slam: Xero in no man's land, and he's about to get powerbomb by the big man.

 

Riley: I just want to see how high he would bounce after Frost delivers the powerbomb.

 

Xero throws a few punches towards the face of Frost, and is able to get Frost unbalanced, making him to fall backwards, on his back. THUD. Frost goes down as Xero lies on his chest feeling some of the after affects. TNT slides in the ring and grabs the veteran Xero by his head, lifting him up on to his feet. TNT throws Xero towards the ropes, as TNT charges as well, Xero barley even bounces off the ropes as TNT sends both of them outside the ring after delivering the Cactus Clothesline. TNT gets up and sees Xero laying on the ground. He grabs Xero by his legs and with ease turns him over, locking in the Boston Crab on Xero. Danny rolls in the ring as he sees Frost starting to get back up on his feet. Danny slowly regains his balance as well.Williams and Frost step up toe to toe, and eye to eye. Well considering the height difference, as close as to eye to eye their going to get. The fans pound their feet so fast it sounds like a really, really fast elephant stampede.

 

Stevens: These two have quite the hate filled history. Frost is the one responsible for Williams’ chronic ankle problems. Next, Williams brutalized Frost’s girlfriend Sydney Sky to the win the SJL title, and than their was the blood soaked cage match..........

 

Riley: Blah, Blah, who cares about the SJL?

 

Both men’s faces wrinkle with rage as all the bad memories from their final days in the SJL come rushing back. CRACK! Frost fires first with brutal right hook to Williams’ ear! CRACK! Williams returns fire with a hard elbow to Frost’s jaw! CRACK! Frost comes back with another right hand to Williams’ ear! CRACK! Williams busts Frost’s jaw with another elbow!

 

Riley: PUNCH! ELBOW! PUNCH! ELBOW! PUNCH! ELBOOOOOOOW!

 

Stevens: You know, you could just say that their trading elbows and punches.

 

Both men wobble as the heavy blows catch up with them. Williams staggers backwards into the ropes, and suddenly comes rushing back! CRACK! Williams rocks Frost with a nasty Running Elbow! The impact knocks Frost into the ropes, but he comes charging back with his arm extended!

 

Riley: HELL FREEZES OOOOOOOOOVER!

 

But Williams ducks, and catches Frost in a Sleeperhold!

 

Stevens: NO! SLEEEEEEEEEPER!

 

Riley: BOOOOOOOOORING!

 

Back on the outside TNT is still bending Xero in half with the Boston Crab. But TNT suddenly stands up, and rolls Xero over on his back. With Xero’s boots still tucked beneath his armpits, TNT falls back and Slingshots Xero into the air! DING! Xero’s face collides right with the ring post!

 

Stevens: OH MY GOD!

 

Riley: Now that’s a good cure for insomnia.

 

Stevens: Wha?

 

Riley: You know he knocked Xero out........never mind.

 

Back on the inside Frost drops to his knees, and Williams locks on a body scissors and drops back to the mat. Frost’s face turns purple as Williams modifies the Sleeper into a Rear Naked Chokehold! Huge veins bulge out of Williams’ scientifically enhanced biceps as he tightens the pressure on Frost’s throat.

 

Riley: Come on ref, that’s a chokehold!

 

Stevens: The hell you talking about? The past two weeks you’ve been defending that move, and now all of a sudden you agree with me.

 

Riley: Um...........Hey look TNT is dragging Xero to the dumps......I mean bomb shelter.

 

True to Riley words, TNT is dragging Xero’s corpse towards the ramp by both legs. Xero has a gash between his eyes, causing two thick streams of blood to run down his nose. Back in the ring, Frost has stopped fighting and has gone completely limp. Williams releases the chokehold, and looks down at the floor to see TNT dragging his partner away. Williams quickly rolls Frost’s heavy body off of him, and slides out of the ring. Williams cuts TNT off before he can reach the ramp, acting like a human road block. TNT drops Xero’s body, and waves Williams on. Williams calmly walks up to TNT, and just pops him with an elbow! CRACK! TNT shakes it off, and growls “Hit me again, motherfucker!” Williams grants his request, and bashes his jaw with another elbow! CRACK! TNT just shakes his head, and smiles at Williams. The fans rise to their feet, having never seen anybody stand up to Williams’ elbows like that.

 

Riley: Ha! The power of the elbow has no effect on TNT.

 

Stevens: TNT has just got the adrenaline going right now, but make no mistake he’s going to be sore in the morning.

 

Williams just nods his head, and smiles at TNT. “Your turn, bitch!” spits out Williams as he holds his chin out. CRACK! TNT doesn’t hesitate, and hammers the side of Williams’ head with a stiff right hook! “You hit like a bitch!” says a grinning Williams while shaking his head. TNT growls, and drills Williams’ head with an even harder right hook! CRACK! Williams drops to one knee, and TNT victoriously raises his arms in the air! But TNT’s celebration gets interrupted, as Williams pops right back. The crowd actually cheers, and starts chanting “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!”.

 

Riley: Shit! I do not understand how these guys can hit each other so hard, and just shrug it off like that.

 

Stevens: A lot of pride is at sake here, neither wants to show the other that he’s hurt.

 

A pissed TNT fires another right hook, but it’s blocked! Williams quickly spins around, and crushes TNT’s temple with a Back Elbow Smash! CRACK! TNT’s legs buckle and he grabs the side of his face in pain.

 

Steven: TNT felt that one!

 

Riley: Hell, I felt that one.

 

With TNT dazed, Williams spins around and fires the Rolling Elbow! CRACK! Sweat files into the air as Williams’ elbow connects hard with TNT’s other temple! TNT’s legs finally give out, and he collapses on Williams. Just like ELMS, Williams takes a step back and lets TNT flop face first on to the floor. Williams raises his arms in the air, as the fans continue to chant his name. A now conscious Xero staggers to his feet, and wipes some blood out of his eyes.

 

Stevens: It appears that the fans have gotten behind the Williams/Xero team.

 

Riley: Oh that’s just because they’re winning. These hillbilly fans are just riding the band wagon.

 

Williams pulls TNT up by his hair, and rolls him back into the ring. Williams and Xero follow to an applause from the crowd. Before they can go to work on TNT, Williams and Xero notice Frost starting to move. “I got him” brags Xero, who sneaks up behind the kneeling Frost. Frost slowly starts climbing to his feet, wiping sleep out his eyes and completely unaware that Xero is stalking him from behind. Before Frost can make it to a full vertical base, Xero hops on his back and locks on a Sleeperhold! Frost stands up anyway with Xero hanging from his back. An annoyed Frost starts swinging his arms behind his head, trying to swat Xero off like a fly.

 

Stevens: And now Xero going to work on Frost with the Sleeper. It appears they want to keep the big man sedated for as long possible.

 

Riley: You can’t stop Frost, you can only contain him.

 

Williams decides that Xero is going to need some help, and starts blasting Frost’s legs with shin kicks! Frost cries out in pain each time Williams’ big white boot connects with his leg.

 

Riley: Now this isn’t fair, their double teaming the man.

 

Stevens: It may not be fair, but it’s legal.

 

Riley: Stupid Stubby and his damn Tornado Tag matches.

 

Frost’s legs finally give out, and his legs bend enough for Xero to plant his feet back on the mat. As soon as Xero’s feet the earth again, he takes a big jump backwards, slamming Frost to the mat with the Sleeperdrop! Frost rolls over on his back, clutching his aching neck while grunting in pain.

 

Stevens: What a clever move by Xero! Perhaps the closet thing to a weakness that Frost has is his neck. If it worked for Williams in the SJL, it will work for him in the SWF.

 

Williams and Xero set their sights back on TNT, who is just now staggering to his feet. As soon as TNT makes it to a vertical base, Xero blasts him in the chest with a Dropkick! The impact knocks TNT through the second rope and out on to the apron. A dazed TNT pulls himself back up with the ropes, only to get nailed in the mouth with a Running Back Elbow from Williams! CRACK! TNT flies off the apron and crashes into the guardrail. The fans cheer on the fast paced tag team action.

 

Stevens: Amazing tag team work by Danny and Xero. This is some of the best chemistry I’ve ever seen between the two.

 

Riley: Amazing tag team work, MY ASS! They are they are cheating their asses off, and you know it.

 

Xero bounces off the ropes and speeds across the ring to where TNT is. TNT sees Xero coming, but can only stare like a deer caught in car headlights. Camera flashes light up the arena as Xero does a cartwheel into a back flip, and leaps over the top rope. Xero does a corkscrew in mid air, and nails TNT with a beautiful Flying Body Press! “XERO! XERO! XERO!” chants the pumped the crowd.

 

Stevens: HOLY SHIT! A HANDSPRING CORKSCREW PLANCHA! DID YOU SEE THAT!

 

Riley: What’s the big deal, all that fancy ass flipping and flopping didn’t make the move hurt more.

 

Xero stands up and takes bow as the fans religiously chant his name. Xero pulls TNT up by his hair, and holds him up facing the ring. Williams bounces off the ropes, and runs across the ring as fast as his short bulky legs can carry him. Williams dives over the second rope, and smashes TNT with the Elbow Suicida! The blow knocks TNT back into the guardrail! CLANK! Their isn’t a member of the audience that isn’t on their feet, and cheering the fast paced action. “He’s done!” shouts Xero as he points towards the platform. Williams nods his head and jerks TNT up with a side headlock. The fans get on their feet, as Williams starts walking TNT towards the ramp.

 

Stevens: Uh oh, it looks like Williams is going to take TNT all the way back to the Bombshelter.

 

Riley: This is retarded! Something tells me that Stubby was smoking more than weed, when he booked this shit.

 

Xero climbs on to the ring apron, and starts climbing the turnbuckles. Xero balances himself on the top rope while a drowsy Frost rises to his feet, rubbing his aching neck. Frost turns around just in time to see Xero dive off the top rope and come soaring down at him! Xero catches Frost in a front facelock, spins him around and plants his head into the mat!

 

Stevens: TOOOOOOOOOOOOORNADO DDT!

 

Riley: What a stupid move, is all that spinning really necessary.

 

Back on the outside, Williams has started making his way up the ramp with TNT still trapped in the headlock. Williams makes it to the platform, and releases TNT so he can open the trapdoor to the Bomb Shelter. But as soon as Williams releases TNT, TNT starts rolling his way back down the ramp. Williams shakes his head and mumbles some profanities, before chasing after him.

 

Riley: Smart move by TNT. He knows he’s hurt and he has to get as far as away from the Bomb shelter as possible. I can’t believe I just said that, this match sucks.

 

 

Back in the ring, An exhausted looking Xero sits Frost up and snaps on the Deathlock! The fans turn their attention away from Williams, and back to the ring. Frost screams like a mad man, and starts tapping out!

 

Stevens: Frost is Tapping Out! For the second time in his career, Frost is tapping out to the Deathlock! If this was a normal match it would be over with.

 

Riley: This match rules, thank you Stubby! Thank you so much for making this a Bomb Shelter match!

 

Back on the outside, Williams catches the rolling TNT at ring side. Williams jerks TNT up by his wrist and starts firing rabid chops at his neck! TNT collapses after taking ten chops, but Williams jerks him right back up his wrist. Williams unloads more rabid chops to TNT’s neck! TNT collapses on his BUTT, and clutches his battered neck. The fans knows what happens next and go absolutely crazy.

 

Stevens: That is not a good position to be in, when in your in the ring with Williams.

 

Riley: Cause the dirty bastard likes to kick a man when’s down.

 

Williams blasts TNT’s chest with a knife edge chop! SMACK! “WOOO!” Williams follows with a stiff kick to TNT’ back! SMACK! “OOOOOH!” Williams chops his chest again, this time even harder! SMACK! “WOOOOO!” Williams kicks his back again! SMACK! “OOOOOOOOOH!” Williams than goes into hyper speed, chopping TNT’s chest and kicking his back so many times that the crowd can’t even keep up. All the crowd can do is applaud as Williams knocks enough sweat off TNT to feel a reservoir. A winded Williams finally ceases his stiff assault on TNT’s body. TNT’s chest and back is blood red and raw looking. A battered TNT wobbles, and flops on his back with his eyes closed. With TNT out, Williams starts ripping up a section of the protective padding to expose the concrete floor.

 

Riley: What the hell is Williams doing?

 

Stevens: It looks like he’s ripping up the protective padding on the floor.

 

Riley: No shit, Sherlock! I mean why is he ripping the protective padding on the floor.

 

Back in the ring, Xero continues to work the Deathlock on Frost, who is starting go limp. Williams positions TNT in front of the exposed concrete, and traps him in a standing head scissors. Williams pulls TNT up by his tights, and locks his arms around his waist.

 

Stevens: Well there’s your answer, Riley. He’s going to give TNT the Deathbomb on to the concrete!

 

Riley: Now that’s completely uncalled for, he could end TNT’s promising young career.

 

 

Williams takes several deep breaths, and with an “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” lifts TNT off the floor. But TNT plants his boots back on the mat, and starts raising his torso up. Williams starts pushing his body weight down on TNT, but it’s no use. TNT straightens his back out, flipping Williams off with the Back Bodydrop! Williams lands on the concrete floor with a sickening thump that echoes throughout the arena.

 

Riley: That’s what you get, Williams! Serves you right.

 

TNT takes a breather, before rolling in the ring. Xero still has Frost in Deathlock, unaware that TNT is back in the ring until he feels his big ass boot smash into his back! “AAAAH!” shouts Xero as the pain shoots through his spine.

 

Stevens: Well it appears that TNT is also a dirty bastard that likes to kick men when they’re down.

 

Riley: This is completely different, TNT is just trying to save his friend.

 

Xero releases Frost who lifelessly slumps down to the mat. TNT gives Xero another stiff kick to the back, and orders him to get up. Xero stands up, and looks TNT right in the eye. TNT isn’t impressed, and just fires a right hand! But Xero blocks it, and fires a counter kick to TNT’s gut! TNT doubles over, and Xero locks on a front facelock!

 

Stevens: PURGATOORY COMING UP!

 

Riley: So what! It’s just a DDT with a fancy name.

 

Before Xero can fall back, TNT locks his arms around his waist and lifts him off the mat! TNT runs Xero into a corner, knocking the air out of him! TNT pulls himself out of Xero’s facelock, and starts driving knees into his ribs. Xero slides down the turnbuckles, and flops on his BUTT. TNT just starts driving knees into his face, drawing some loud “BOOOOOOOS!” from the crowd. Frost gets up, and pops his stiff neck a few times. Frost breaks a rare smile, as he watches TNT knee the living hell out of Xero. Williams slips into the back of the ring, and sneaks up behind Frost. CRACK! Williams does a 360 spin, and blasts Frost in the back of the neck with the Rolling Elbow!

 

Riley: That cowardly bastard hit him from behind!

 

Stevens: With the ROOOOOOOOLLING ELBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

 

Frost wobbles and starts to go down, but Williams catches him in a back waistlock. Williams tucks his head underneath Frost’s armpit, and lifts him off the mat! The crowd goes crazy for the markout move!

 

Stevens: BACKDROP DRIVAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

Williams falls back, but Frost shifts his weight and lands on top of Williams with the lateral press!

 

Riley: NO FROST REVERSED IT!

 

Stevens: Since when is getting bailed out by your fat ass a reversal.

 

Riley: I’am gonna to tell you Frost you said that.

 

Williams rolls Frost’s bulky body off, and frantically climbs to his feet. But TNT catches Williams from behind, and ties him up. Frost stands up, rubbing his neck and wincing in pain. Frost sees that TNT has Williams tied up, and cracks another villainous smile. Frost casually steps to Williams, while cracking his knuckles with delight. Frost shouts inaudible curses in Williams’ face, and than starts blasting his stomach with stiff haymakers. The smack of bone against flash echoes through the arena drawing some “OOOOOOHS!”

 

Stevens: This is just disgusting, Frost couldn’t handle Williams on his own so he has to have TNT hold him.

 

Riley: The only reason Frost couldn’t handle Williams was because he had his back turned when Williams cowardly attacked him.

 

Feeling that he’s softened Williams up enough, Frost tells TNT to let Williams go. TNT follows Frost’s instructions, and lets Williams drop to the mat. TNT notices Xero standing up in the corner, so he smashes him in the turnbuckles with a Stiff Running Lariat! Frost pulls Williams up by his tights, and locks on a back waistlock!

 

Stevens: Frost looking for the German Suplex!

 

Riley: Excellent! Williams has been sucker for those ever since Wargames.

 

Frost bends his knees, and lifts Williams up!

 

Riley: GERMAN SUUUUUPLEX!

 

Before Frost can fall back, Williams starts driving back elbows into Frost’s temple! Williams’ sharp elbows knocks Frost silly, allowing Williams to escape the back waistlock! Williams runs into the ropes, bounces off and comes charging back with his elbow extended!

 

Stevens: NO! WILLIAMS FOUGHT OUT OF IT! RUNNING ELBOOOOOOOOOOOW!

 

SMACK! Williams runs right into a vicious Frost Lariat, that sends him soaring into the air in a 360 spin!

 

Riley: WRONG! HELL FREEEEEEEEEEEZES OOOOOOOOOOOOVER!

 

A pissed Frost pulls Williams up with a front facelock, and drapes his dead arm over his shoulder. Frost lifts Williams up into the air with ease, and falls back! Frost drops Williams on an angle, planting the back of his head into the mat!

 

Riley: BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAH! After months of nearly killing people with that move, Williams finally knows how his poor victims feel.

 

Stevens: So your saying you sympathize with guys like Z , that took Williams’ nasty variation of the Brainbuster.

 

Riley: Well, everybody except Z. That pencil neck geek has no business anywhere a wrestling ring, and he got what he deserved.

 

Frost jumps up, and starts screaming “So how’s it feel to be dropped on YOUR head you Sonuvabitch!” at the laid out Williams. TNT pulls Xero up with a side headlock, and bring him out of the corner with a Running Bulldog! A barley breathing Xero rolls over on his back, revealing a blood imprint of his face on the mat. TNT whispers something in Frost’s ear, and than starts undoing the protective padding of a top turnbuckle.

 

Stevens: This doesn’t look good.

 

Riley: What doesn’t look good? TNT is just trying to repair the turnbuckle.

 

Frost scoops Xero up, walks him to the exposed the turnbuckle. Frost tosses Xero up in the air, and lets his face bounces off the cold steel of the turnbuckle! Xero flops back on the mat, holding his face and kicking his legs in the air.

 

Stevens: SNAKE EYES ON THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!

 

Riley: Well if the turnbuckle was indeed exposed, Xero shouldn’t have landed there.

 

Stevens: I don’t think he had a choice in the matter.

 

Riley: Sure he did, he’s just trying to get sympathy from these subhumans in the building. I tell you this, he won’t receive any sympathy from me. I don’t care how many exposed turnbuckles he throws his head into.

 

TNT casually walks by, and places his boot on Xero’s face. TNT smiles as he starts grinding his boot into Xero’s face like he’s putting out a cigarette. The pain is intolerable, as Xero starts stomping his feet in the mat. The blood is just gushing from Xero’s forehead now, forming a pool beside his head. TNT finally takes his boot off Xero’s face, only to drop a knee on his nose!

 

Stevens: Dickish tactics from TNT.

 

Riley: Is dickish even a word.

 

Stevens: Sure, it means to act like a dick.

 

Riley: Did you just say whack off a...............

 

Frost pushes TNT aside, and helps Xero to his feet. Frost hoists Xero over his head for a Guerilla Press, and starts military pressing him to show off his power.

 

Riley: You know Frost is as strong as.........uuuuuuuuuh, he’s as strong as...........a...............

 

Stevens: A small pony?

 

Riley: Yeah a small.....DOH!

 

Stevens: Do you mean Doe as in female deer?

 

Riley: Time out! Time out! Who writes this shit, this isn’t funny at all it’s just stupid.

 

Stevens: Yeah, but its better than the usual gay stuff.

 

With Xero still high over his head, Frost walks to the edge of the ring! Frost tosses Xero straight up in the air, and lets him fall all the way out of the ring! Xero lands face first on the floor with a wrench inducing thud!

 

Stevens: HOLY SHIT! FROST JUST PRESS SLAMMED XERO OUT OF THE RING AND ON TO THE FLOOR!

 

Riley: I think we can see that, Stevens. Damn! Your either to early or too late, you never call the moves while they happen.

 

Stevens: Cause most people like to skip commentary and just read the action.

 

Riley: What the hell are you talking about?

 

TNT pulls the half conscious Williams up by his tights, and locks on a Half Nelson!

 

Riley: TNT GOING FOR THE HALF NELSON SUPLEX!

 

Stevens: That move along with an ankle injury side lined Williams for a couple weeks back in the SJL. A very brutal move, indeed.

 

Williams quickly darts for the ropes, and manages to wrap his arm around the top rope. TNT modifies the Half Nelson to a back waistlock, and jerks Williams off the ropes. TNT lifts Williams up, but big surprise Williams starts driving back elbows into his temple. Williams muscles out of the back waistlock, spins around and blasts TNT with the Rolling Elbow!

 

Stevens: WILLIAMS ESCAPED ANOTHER GERMAN! ROOOLLLING ELBOOOOOW! I guess it’s safe to say that Williams isn’t a sucker for Germans anymore. He has been so aware tonight, that it’s been damn near impossible to put any moves on him.

 

Riley: Come on Frost, do something! He just knocked out your partner!

 

Frost rushes Williams, and fires the Lariat!

 

Riley: That’s it, Frost! HELL FREEZES OOOOOOOOVER!

 

But Williams ducks, and fires the Rolling Elbow!

 

Stevens: WILLIAMS DUCKED IT! ROOOOOLLING ELBOOOOOW!

 

SMACK! Frost catches him in mid spin a Super Stiff Lariat! Williams hits the mat so hard, that he flips over on his belly.

 

Riley: HELL FINALLY FREEZES OVER! .

 

Frost pulls Williams up by his tights, and locks on a back waistlock

 

Riley: He’s gonna go for the German again!

 

“NOOOOOO!” screams Williams as he runs into the ropes, and hugs them like a long lost friend.

 

Stevens: Despite taking that hellaish lariat, Williams is still doing everything in his power to avoid the destructive power of the Germans.

 

Riley: Just like the French in World War II.

 

A frustrated Frost releases the back waistlock, and spins Williams around. Frost starts blasting Williams’ head with haymakers, knocking his head grotesquely back and forth. Williams raises his arms up to protect his head, and backs up into a corner. Frost stays on him, and keeps hammering away on his head. Williams results to his most instinctive defense to the heavy punches, he just turns back to Frost and covers up. Frost stops throwing haymakers, and starts ripping uppercuts underneath Williams defenses. Williams head violently snap up, as Frost hits clean uppercut after clean uppercut! Williams starts to wobble and his legs finally cave in from Frost’s brutal assault. Frost locks his massive arms back around Williams’ waist, and jerks him out of the corner. Frost bends his knees, and tosses Williams overhead like a rag doll! Williams lands hard on his neck and shoulders with his body folded in half with his legs over his head!

 

Riley: DANGEROUS GERMAAAAAN! And it’s about fucking time!

 

TNT climbs to his feet, rubbing his jaw and smiling at the sight of Williams finally taking the German Suplex. Now it’s TNT’s turn to deliver the devastating move to Williams. TNT pushes down on Williams legs, flipping the unconscious grappler up! TNT catches Williams in a back waistlock as he springs up. Williams eyes are closed and his body is completely lifeless, TNT is the only thing holding up. TNT bends his knees, and snaps back! Williams lands right on the back of his head, his body flips forward causing his boots to get hooked on the second rope.

 

Riley: ANOTHER DANGEROUS GERMAAAAAAN! WILLIAMS IS DEAD! CHILLY CHILLY CHILLY BANG HAS KILLED HIM IN THE RING!

 

Stevens: I must admit that it does not look good for the challengers, unless Xero can somehow recover and make the save.

 

Riley: Xero make the save! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! It’s going to take Superman to save Williams.

 

Frost pulls Williams off the ropes by his arms, and drags his corpse to the center of the ring. Meanwhile TNT steps on to the apron, and starts climbing up the turnbuckles. Frost traps Williams’ head between his knees, and pulls him up by his tights. Frost hooks both of Williams arms, and smiles as the crowd “BOOOS!” him with disgust. TNT balances himself on the top rope, and gives the O.K. to Frost.

 

Stevens: THEIR GOING TO FINISH WILLIAMS WITH THE AVALANCHE!

 

Riley: Don’t be silly, Williams is already finished. This is just for shits and giggles.

 

But before Frost can lift Williams, Xero hops on the apron. Xero gives TNT a push, sending him falling to the floor below! BOOM! The arena shakes from the impact as TNT splats right on the concrete that was exposed earlier by Williams!

 

Stevens: OH MY GOD, WHAT A FALL! Who needs Superman when you have a crafty vet like Xero watching your ass.

 

Frost freezes in shock, allowing Williams to slip out of the double underhook. Williams drops to his knees, and clings on to Frost’s boots. Xero springboards on to the top turnbuckle with his sights set on Frost. Frost tries to run, but Williams has him cemented in place. Xero soars off the top rope, and blasts Frost in the face with a Single Leg Missile Dropkick! Frost drops like a very tall cut down tree, with Williams still holding on to his boots.

 

Stevens: TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMBER!

 

Riley: Who the hell is Tim Burr?

 

Xero lands on his feet, and runs to the nearest corner. Xero spring boards on to the top turnbuckle, and pauses for a second to signal it’s over for Frost. Xero jumps off the turnbuckle, and does a beautiful front flip before landing on top of Frost. Xero hits Frost so hard, that he almost flips into a hand stand upon impact. The crowd goes absolutely apeshit, for Xero’s high flying heroics. Xero jumps to his feet, and lets out an emotional scream as blood trickles down his face and drips down his chin. The fans cheers take shape into a loud “Z-ROW!” chant.

 

Stevens: XEEEROOOOOO

 

Williams finally releases Frost’s boots, and makes an effort to stand up. Williams legs shake from strain as he rises to a crouched position. Williams tries to straighten his legs, but they give out causing him to flop on his BUTT. Xero offers Williams a hand, and Williams accepts without hesitation. Xero helps Williams up to his feet, and the two ponder what to do to Frost. After some brainstorming, they agree on an idea. Williams and Xero pull Frost up with a double facelock, and set him up for a Double Suplex. Williams and Xero release Frost’s tights, and hook his legs! Having grown quiet for a few seconds, the fans burst into excited cheers yet again.

 

Stevens: Williams and Xero appear to be setting Frost up for a............DOUBLE FISHERMAN BUSTAH!

 

Riley: There isn’t a chance in hell they can lift Frost for that move.

 

Williams and Xero count to three, and lifts! They spit and growl, and strain every muscle in their body but Frost doesn’t go anywhere. Suddenly, Frost plants both his feet back on the mat and falls backwards while lifting both his attackers in the air! BA-BOOM! The crowd lets out a disappointed sigh and grows silent, as all three men are down. All four if you count, TNT still knocked out on the outside.

 

Riley: I told you so, Stevens! The two of em couldn’t lift Frost together, but Frost just suplexed both of them! Frost isn’t human, he’s a killing machine.

 

A half dead Frost sits up, and slowly starts climbing to his feet. “BOOOOOOOO!” Suddenly, Xero arises with a kip up and the “BOOS!” morph into a nuclear explosion of cheers.

 

Riley: No way! Williams must be sharing some of his performance enhancement drugs with Xero.

 

Xero rushes Frost, before the big man can reach a full vertical base! Xero locks a front facelock on Frost, and falls back! Frost’s head bounces off the mat, from the sick DDT! Frost rolls around on the mat, holding the back of his neck and screaming in agony.

 

Stevens: THE PURGATORY! Frost isn’t a machine, HE’S A MAN! A man with a bad neck!

 

Riley: I’ve never seen Frost cry out in pain like that from a wrestling move, Xero must have used some sort of a hidden move on him.

 

Xero locks a another front facelock on Frost and pulls him to his feet. Xero falls back, and spikes Frost’s head into the mat! Frost lands right on the top of his head, and flips over on his back. Words cannot even describe how crazy the audience is going at the sight of Frost getting his ass handed to him by a junior heavyweight.

 

Stevens: ANOTHER PURGATORY! Deja Vu for Frost! Remember his final match in the SJL with Danny Williams, where Williams managed to knock Frost out with two straight DDTs. Those who do not learn from the past, are doomed to repeat it!

 

Xero rolls Frost over, and locks on another front facelock. Xero stands up, but he can only lift Frost’s heavy limp carcass to it’s knees.

 

Riley: What a brilliant counter by Frost, he managed to knock himself out so Xero couldn’t lift him for another DDT.

 

Stevens: Same thing happened in the match against Williams. Williams couldn’t lift Frost for a third DDT, so he locked on the Deathlock and the rest is history.

 

A battered Williams pulls himself up with the ropes, and walks over to see if he can help. Williams stands to the side of Frost, and locks his arms around his waist in a back gutwrench. “IIIIIIIIIIIIE” strains Williams as he lifts Frost up. Frost’s legs are like wet noodles, and Williams is the only thing holding him up. Xero than falls back, and spikes Frost’s head into mat again! Frost lands right on top of his head and flips over on his belly.

 

Stevens: A THIRD PURGATORY! Did you see the elevation that Xero got with that. Frost’s neck may never be the same after tonight.

 

Riley: Come on TNT, that 15 foot fall to the concrete didn’t hurt that bad. Get up and help Frosty.

 

Williams rolls Frost over on his back, and locks his arms around his waist. Williams growls and spits as he starts lifting the limp three hundred pounder up. After several moments, Williams somehow manages to lift Frost up with the back waistlock. Frost lifelessly leans forward with his arms dangling lifelessly to the floor, in fact his fingers are gracing the floor. Williams carefully releases one arm from around Frost’s waist, and tosses one of his Frost’s arms around his head. “GAAAAAAAAH” groans Williams as he lifts Frost up, and than falls back.

 

Stevens: BACKDROP DRIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

Frost lands right on the back of his head, and flops face down on the mat. Williams sits up adjusting his wrist tape, with a smile on his face.

 

Riley: He’s your stablemate Williams! What the hell is wrong with you?

 

Stevens: You I never thought of that. After the brutal and vicious tactics that both teams have been using tonight, how can Williams, Frost, and TNT coexist as stablemates.

 

Riley: BOTH TEAMS? Williams is the one that’s trying to put Frost in a damn wheel chair..

 

Williams and Xero roll Frost’s body out of the ring, and follow out after him. Williams and Xero each grab a leg, and starts dragging Frost up the ramp.

 

Stevens: THERE HEADING FOR THE BOMB SHELTER!

 

TNT is still out cold on the cold concrete. Williams and Xero make it to the top of the stage with Frost’s body. Xero opens the trapdoor, while Williams pulls Frost up to his knees with a front facelock. After opening the trapdoor to the dumpster, Xero locks a front facelock on Frost as well, and helps Williams pull him up to his feet. Each man hooks his leg, and everybody in the building stands up.

 

Stevens: THERE GOING TO TRY IT AGAIN!

 

Riley: What dumbasses! if didn’t work ten minutes ago, what makes them think it will work now. What’s the point of doing the move to poor Frost anyway, except to satisfy their sadistic urges.

 

Stevens: I guess they want to try to put Frost away for good. They don’t want him crawling out of the dumpster next time they open the lid, now do they.

 

Both men grunt from strain, and manage to barely lift Frost up. Williams and Xero quickly fall back and spike Frost’s head into the steel! CLANK!

 

Stevens: DOUBLE FISHERMAN BUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

Riley: Oh it is not. They barely lifted Frost off the stage, it was more like a Double Fisherman DDT! So I was right, they still couldn’t lift him for the Double Fisherman Buster.

 

“Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” chants the fans, blind to the fact that TNT has staggered to his feet and grabbed a steel chair. Williams and Xero rolls Frost’s body to the edge of the trapdoor, and kick him in to the darkness below! Xero closes the door, and locks it shut. Williams and Xero take a moment to soak up the cheers before making their way back down the ramp. They reach ringside, and become confused when they notice TNT is gone. They split up and start circling the ring while scratching their heads, but TNT is nowhere to be found.

 

Stevens: Hey where the hell did TNT go, I was watching them throw Frost in the Dumpster.

 

Riley: I know and I’am not telling. You should pay better attention, Stevens.

 

Stevens: Well if you know, than why won’t you tell me.

 

Riley: ................... Cause, I don’t have to tell you anything.

 

 

Williams and Xero each walk half way along the ring, and meet each other. They both shrug their shoulders, deaf to the warnings of the fans. TNT crawls out from the underneath ring with a chair in hand, right behind Williams.

 

Riley: TNT was under the ring? I mean of course TNT was under ring, like I knew all along.

 

TNT raises the chair over his head, and brings down. CLANK! Xero knocks Williams out of the way, and takes the chair face first. TNT takes another swing at Williams, but it’s caught! Both men battle for control of the chair until TNT just kicks Williams in the ankle! The crowd “BOOOOS!” as Williams lets out a painful cry, and collapses to one knee. TNT brings the chair down over his back with authority! CLANK! The chair shot leaves Williams face down on the floor, allowing TNT to smash the chair on his back, over and over again! A bloody and dazed Xero regains consciousness, and crawls on top of Williams.

 

Stevens: Xero knows he doesn’t stand much of chance against TNT by himself, so he’s sacrificing himself to save Williams.

 

Riley: A sacrifice made in vain, Williams doesn’t stand a chance in beating Williams either.

 

A pissed TNT, just starts driving the chair into Xero’s back! TNT rolls Xero back into the ring, tosses the chair in, and climbs in himself. Xero rolls to the center of the ring, while TNT stats climbing the turnbuckles of the nearest corner.

 

Riley: TNT’S GOING TO ATTEMPT THE MOONSAULT!

 

Stevens: He’s getting a bit to cocky, there’s no need to risk a ariel move at this point.

 

Riley: Are you kidding, he has Xero and Williams right where he wants them.

 

TNT balances himself on the top rope, when he sees a revived Williams climb up on the apron. TNT starts to climb down, but Williams is already on him. TNT has no choice but to sit on the top turnbuckle, while Williams starts blasting him with vicious elbows! TNT locks his hands around the ring post, to keep from falling backwards into the ring leaving him at Williams mercy. Williams spins around on the apron, and fires the Back Elbow Smash!

 

Stevens: THE BACK ELBOW SMASH OFF THE APRON! HE DID THE SAME THING TO ELM!

 

Riley: I can’t watch!

 

TNT brings his hands up at the last second, and blocks the Super Stiff Strike! TNT counters with a sharp side elbow to Williams’ nose! Williams blindly staggers back, allowing TNT to throw a leg over the ring post and climb on to the apron. CRACK! Sweat flies into the air, after Williams connects with a stiff elbow to TNT’s temple as he hops down on the apron! Williams pushes the stunned TNT down into a standing head scissors, and locks his arms around his waist.

 

Stevens: Williams is going to try to DEATHBOMB TNT FROM THE APORN!

 

Riley: No way! Williams couldn’t even Deathbomb ELMS from the apron, and he’s just a little luchadore.

 

Williams bends his knees, and lifts! But TNT’s even raise to his tippy toes! TNT casually raises straightens his back up, and BACK BODY DROPS WILLIAMS OFF THE APRON! THUMP!

 

Stevens: OH MY GOD, WHAT A FALL!

 

Riley: Williams can try all he want, but he is never going to Deathbomb somebody from the apron. Never!

 

TNT climbs back into the ring, but is met with a swift kick to the midsection from Xero! TNT doubles over, and Xero locks on a front facelock! The fans stand up, and go crazy.

 

Stevens: PURGATOOOOOOOOOOOOORY!

 

Xero falls back, but TNT holds on to the ropes and stays on his feet! Xero realizes his error and scrambles to his feet! SMACK! TNT sends him right back to the mat with a stiff lariat off the ropes. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” TNT pulls the bloody Xero up in a stand head scissors, and hooks his arms in a double underhook! TNT lifts Xero up with ease, and sits out! THUMP! Xero his the mat so hard he looks like he fell from a twenty story building.

 

Riley: DYYYYYYYYYYYYYNAMITE!

 

TNT tosses Xero’s limp carcass aside, and stands back up. TNT chuckles to himself, as he traps Xero’s head in another head scissors. TNT leans forward, and locks up both of Xero’s limp arms. TNT looks around the silent arena, and lifts...............but Xero doesn’t budge! A confused TNT looks down to see Williams clinging to Xero’s legs.

 

Stevens: IT’S WILLIAMS! Ever since this tag team started, it has always been Xero making the save. Now it’s Williams who is saving Xero!

 

TNT drops Xero, and picks up the chair. TNT powerfully slams the chair over the back of Williams’ skull, and than puts Williams’ ankle it.

 

Stevens: I don’t believe it, TNT is going to try to break Williams’ ankle! That bastard! Somebody needs to stop this, this isn’t right!

 

Riley: It may not be right, but it’s legal.

 

 

TNT starts climbing the turnbuckles, while Williams lays motionless on the mat with his ankle tapped in the folded chair. TNT reaches the top turnbuckle, and without thinking back flips off! BOOM!

 

Riley: MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONSAULT!

 

TNT lands right on Williams, and the folded chair! Williams screams in pain, and frantically crawls to a corner where he curls up.

 

Stevens: That sonuvabitch! He may have broken Williams’ ankle, which could end the man’s career.

 

Riley: Oh to hear it from you, every move can end a man’s career. Williams still had his ankle brace on, it probably cushioned the impact.

 

With Williams out of the way, TNT sets his sights back on Xero. TNT looks around, and spots Xero on the laying on the floor outside of the ring. TNT climbs out of the ring, only to get spat on by a rowdy front roll fan. TNT rushes the guy, and takes a swing! Security rushes to the scene, and grabs the guy before TNT can murder him. TNT shouts some profanities at the guy as security guards drag him off. TNT tosses the limp Xero over his shoulder, and heads up the ramp.. TNT reaches the top of the stage, and lifts Xero into an inverted Fireman Carry.

 

Stevens: TNT positioning Xero into a Torture Rack of some kind.

 

Riley: That’s no Torture Rack, that’s...........

 

TNT falls to the side, and drives the top of Xero’s head in the steel of the stage! CLANK!

 

Riley: THE BUUUUUUUUUUUURNING HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMER!

 

A “HOLY SHIT!” chant breaks out, as TNT sits up and unlocks the trapdoor. TNT rolls Xero off into the darkness, and waves goodbye before slamming the door and locking it!

 

Riley: One down, and one to go. Chilly Chilly Bang Bang is back in business!

 

Stevens: With Frost and Xero out of the picture it’s going to be up to TNT and Williams to determine the winner of this matchup.

 

Riley: Without Xero to save his ass every other second, Williams is finished.

 

Stevens: I don’t know about that, Williams did you use to be TNT’s mentor.

 

Riley: That’s nothing more than a slanderous rumor! Williams told you that, didn’t he? Well TNT told me the truth. Williams offered advice, and TNT listened. That’s it, it’s not like Williams had control over him or anything.

 

TNT makes his way back to the ring to the harsh sound of “BOOOOOS!”. Williams tightens his ankle brace, and painfully pulls himself up with the ropes. Williams takes baby steps off the ropes and with grinding teeth, stands up straight in the middle of the ring. TNT slides into the ring, and gets right in Williams’ face. The fans are going crazy as the two talk trash back and forth. Both men look like they are going to start raining down haymakers on the other, but to the surprise everyone they lock in a collar elbow tie up.

 

Riley: Huh! How come their not killing each other?

 

Stevens: It looks like they are going to settle this with an old school match up.

 

Riley: Stupid move by Williams. Old School Wrestling is about brains, and TNT is waaaaaaaaaay smarter than Williams.

 

Both men’s muscles twitch as they jockey for control without either man giving an inch. After several tense moments, TNT gains the advantage with a side headlock to the accompaniment of “BOOS!” Williams grabs TNT’s arms, and starts prying them off his neck. “HIEEEEEEEE!” grunts Williams as every muscle in his body nearly pops as he powers TNT into a overhead wristlock test of strength. Both men dig their feet into mat, and shake violently from strain as they try to over power the other. “DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E! encourages the fans. “AAAAAAAAAH” cries Williams as TNT powers him down to the mat, and into a kneeling Armbar. “HA!”shouts TNT drawing some more “BOOS!” from the crowd.

 

Riley: Did you see that, Riley! TNT is not only smarter than Williams, he’s waaaaaaaaaaay stronger too.

 

Williams rolls away from the pressure, and pushes his way up to a vertical base. TNT modifies the Armbar to a wristlock, and gives Williams a painful Arm Wringer! Suddenly, Williams drops to one knee, rolls, cartwheel, does a one handed flip, and reverses the Wristlock! The fans cheer Williams athletic reversal!

 

Stevens: Wow, what a reversal! TNT may be stronger, but Williams is more agile.

 

Now Williams gives TNT a slow, grinding, painful Arm Wringer. TNT drops to one knee from the pain, allowing Williams to bend his arm behind him into a Hammerlock! TNT stands up and walks in circles pondering an escape. “HUUUUUUUUR!” grunts TNT as he powerfully reverses into a Hammerlock of his own.

 

Riley: Look at that skillful reversal! TNT is the total package.

 

TNT shakes his head as if to say “That’s right, I’am better!”. But out of nowhere, Williams slips out of the Hammerlock and sends TNT face first into the mat with a Drop Toe Hold! Williams swiftly floats over TNT, and locks on a front facelock!

 

Stevens: Great counter wrestling by Williams! He has managed to escape every hold, TNT has put him in.

 

Riley: By pulling his hair!

 

TNT immediately pushes his way back up to his feet, but Williams keeps the hold tightly applied. Both men are breathing heavy and pouring so much sweat, that they look they could hyperventilate and dehydrate at the same time. Williams carefully adjust his grip to a side headlock, and tries to take TNT over with the Headlock Takedown! But TNT slips out of the headlock and locks a backwaistlock on Williams!

 

Riley: GERMAN SUPLEX COMING UP!

 

TNT tries to snap back for the German Suplex, but Williams blocks the lift attempt with his leg. Williams grabs hold of TNT’s hands, and starts prying his fingers apart one at a time. After what seems like hours, Williams spins out of the TNT’s graps, and locks on a back waistlock of his own!

 

Stevens: NO! Now it looks like TNT is the one that’s going to get Suplexed!

 

Riley: Dammit, TNT! Why are you so stupid!

 

TNT darts for the ropes, puts the breaks on, and sens Williams flying out of the ring through the second and top rope! “BOOOOOOOO!” rain down upon the ring as TNT celebrates.

 

Riley: Ha! A great perfectly legal reversal by TNT. I told you along, that he was smarter than Williams.

 

Williams stands up on the outside, and grimaces in pain. Williams hesitates to put weight on the ankle, and hobbles his way up the ring steps to reenter the ring.

 

Riley: It appears Williams hurt his ankle on the way out.

 

Stevens: I’d say the chair stomp had a lot to do with it also.

 

TNT chuckles in the middle of the ring, and orders Williams to hurry his ass up. Williams painfully climbs back into the ring, and steps up to TNT. Williams reaches out his hands for another lock up, but TNT gives him a hard kick to the ankle! The fans “BOOOOOO!” as Williams collapses in pain from the single ankle kick.

 

Stevens: Now that was uncalled for.

 

Riley: Oh quit your bitching. TNT found a weakness and he’s going to exploit it. Nothing wrong with that.

 

TNT drops a knee on to Williams ankle, and holds it there with a sick smile on his face. With his ankle still holding Williams’ ankle down, TNT starts pulling up on Williams boot trying to yank his foot off. Williams scratches the mat, and screams in agony. With his free leg, Williams starts kicking TNT in the face, but there isn’t enough leverage to do any real damage. TNT stand up, and rolls Williams over into an ankle lock! TNT’s eye bulge out as he makes a psycho face, while twisting Williams ankle in directions it wasn’t made it go. TNT drops down to the mat, and scissors Williams’ leg to get move pressure. Williams is nearly in tears, and can only bury his head in his hands to try to block out the numbing pain in his ankle.

 

Riley: No submissions, no ropebreaks, and no partner to come to his rescue. There’s no way out for Williams. Did I mention how much I love this match?

 

The fans grow restless, as TNT has kept the ankle lock applied for nearly five minutes.

 

Stevens: Dear god, he’s had him in that ankle lock for over three minutes now. Can you imagine the pain poor Williams must be experiencing right now.

 

Suddenly, TNT releases Williams’ ankle, and stands up. “Get up!” commands TNT as takes a few steps back from Williams to give him some space. Williams rolls over, and looks up at TNT with disbelief. “Well go on!” growls TNT. Williams slowly climbs to his feet, while avoiding putting in his weight on his mangled ankle. TNT rushes in, and gives Williams a stiff kick to the ankle! “GAH” spits out Williams, as TNT smashes his ankle again! Williams tries to hobble away, but TNT drops him with a third ankle kick! Williams rolls around on the mat, holding his ankle and crying.

 

Stevens: This is just repulsive! TNT let Williams u,p just so he could kick his ankle out again and watch him suffer.

 

Riley: It’s called strategy, Stevens. TNT can’t win the match by submission, so naturally he had to let Williams out of the hold. Williams tried to run, so he kicked his leg out. Nothing repulsive about a wrestler using his head.

 

TNT cruelly looks down at Williams with disgusting smile on his face. The fans assault TNT with jeers and boos but he just no sells them. TNT takes a few steps back, and again lets Williams try to stand up. Williams cautiously hobbles to his feet, and once again TNT rushes him. TNT blasts his ankle with yet another hard kick! Williams fires a shin kick to fight back, but his ankle gives out and he crumbles back to the mat. The fans starts another “DAN-E!” chant, but the grappler is in too much pain to hear the encouraging chant.

 

Stevens: Oh come on now! What does this have to do with putting Williams in a Bomb Shelter ?. TNT is just inflicting pain on Williams for the hell of it!

 

TNT drags Williams to the center of the ring by his bad ankle, and grabs Williams’ ankle for another Ankle Lock! Before TNT can rols Williams on his back, Williams kicks him right in the mouth! After being silent for so long, the fans explode into screeching screams and cheers. Williams crawls to the ropes, and slowly pulls himself up. After recovering from the stiff kick to the kisser, TNT rushes in at Williams. Williams impales TNT with a stiff kick to the gut as he steps, and locks on a front facelock!

 

Stevens: A DDT!

 

Riley: Wait! Williams doesn’t use DDT’s!

 

Williams falls back, and plants TNT”s head into the mat! TNT lands right on the top of head with both his legs straight in the air. TNT’s body falls forward but his legs bounces off the ropes, bringing him back down to the mat face first.

 

Stevens: I have not seen Williams use that trick since the SJL! When Williams first came back from his ankle injury, he started using DDT’s since it doesn’t require lifting. He would lay on the r

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Hey Stubbster, can I get some clarification on why this lost? I just wasn't blown away by Edwin's match as usual, and thought this one really had a shot. I'm not bitchin', it's just I think it was really, really close and want to know what gave him the edge. Comments by anyone else are welcome as well, but I'm just thinkin' this had to be close.

 

 

The Pepsi Center becomes illuminated as a short vignette for Genesis 3 fades on the Smarktron™ and the house lights come back up. The camera swing past a crowd that’s dead tired, but ready to take some more. It eventually settles on the announcer’s table, where Bobby Riley and 2-time SWF champion “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens sit.

 

“Well folks, we’re finally here!” shouts Stevens giddily. “The main event. The big show. The end of the end. The pinnacle of Apocalypse. And we’ve got only moments to wait.”

 

“I’m so excited!” giggles Riley. “Chris Wilson and Edwin MacPhisto are like Kane and Able. Good and Evil. And tonight is Wilson’s last chance to pry that title out of the cold, British hands of that damned Carnie.”

 

“This feud stems back nearly a year and a half,” informs Stevens, going into full announcer mode. “When Wilson returned at Defiance, he made the challenge that he was going to reclaim his spot at the top of the SWF. He nearly has, except for this one rather large obstacle of Edwin MacPhisto. The two battled at Snake Eyes, where after interference from the group that would become the Magnificent Seven and the lucky Z, Edwin retained. The battle raged on, and at Ground Zero, Wilson took Round Two of the battle, leading his team to victory in a bloody Wargames match. Edwin defeated him once again on Storm a few weeks back-“

 

“With some help from Thoth, mind you!”

 

“-but Wilson basically held the Carnival hostage and demanded this shot. It was accepted, and now we have to two top guys in the federation going at it. They’re on opposite sides of the dark and light barrier. They’re leaders of rival stables and the example of all things good or evil, whichever your preference may be. And tonight their bloody, grueling and seemingly timeless feud has come to an end in a no holds barred match. There will be no disqualifications, but all falls must happen in the ring. And to insure there is no interference, a large group of armed and very dangerous security guards are surrounding the ring, blocking it off from any outside forces during this match.”

 

The lights go out in the arena almost on cue as a soft female voice begins to coo, a thick, heavy fog rolling over the arena as the crowd boos maliciously.

 

“Ah….ah..ah………Ah……ah…ah……….”

 

The St. Lunatics kick up, the fog growing thicker and thicker except for around the stage area.

 

“I am the king of this city, top down, windows up, puffing like diddy…”

 

Chris Wilson steps out onto the clear area on the stage. He’s dress head to toe in black with the exception of his sparkling Ruby Juliets and golden ICTV title belt. He slowly begins to saunter down the ramp, unusually ignoring the crowd as mumbles to himself. He stops between two of the security guards surrounding the ring, eyeing them suspiciously before continuing. He reaches the ring and climbs up the steps before stepping through, removing his sunglasses and gloves and placing them in his coat pockets. He takes a deep breath as he disrobes, then his eyes turn up to the stage again, handing his coat and belt to the official.

 

The lights stay out but the fog dissipates as the soft, floating beginning of “Battleflag” begin to drift through the arena. The crowd cuts the booing out immediately, cheering wildly, but they’re missing something. There’s no promo, and no promo comes as the music rises, pendulums of light swinging over the stage and around the Pepsi Center. They eventually meet back on the stage as the music crescendos, purple strobe lights flashing forth as a wall of red and gold pyro erupts.

 

“I said hallelujah, to my sixteen loyal fans…”

 

The crowd cheers wildly as Edwin MacPhisto walks out onto the stage, hair sparkling silver and red in the lights and SWF Heavyweight championship belt around his waist. He begins to job down to the ring, slapping hands with some fans on the way down, but definitely somewhat distant with them as he focuses on the upcoming struggle. He dodges one of the guards himself and slides under the bottom rope, throwing his red vinyl trenchcoat into the air and catching it on the fly and getting up to his feet. He stares at Wilson as he hands the belt to the referee, who raises it up in the air to show all the land. Funyon stands between the two men as the official hands the belt back out to the outside.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your MAIN EVENT!” The crowd pops loudly. “The following no holds barred, no interference match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!” He motions to Wilson. “First, the challenger. He hails from Miami, Florida, and weighs in at two hundred and seventy-three pounds. He is the deacon of diabolical deceiving, the master of manipulation, the leader of the Magnificent Seven and your SWF ICTV champion….CHRIS WILSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

 

The crowd rises up to its feet, jeering wildly and waving a wide array of colorful “Wilson Sucks” signs. Funyon turns away from the evil genius, who simply stares at Edwin, a smug smile on his face. The crowd abruptly changes to cheering as Funyon continues.

 

“And the champion.” Funyon pauses as the crowd starts to roar, steadily growing in volume. “He hails from Amsterdam, England and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-nine pounds. He is the witty warrior, the Crown Prince of Flash Panache, the leader of the Midnight Carnival and YOUR SWF HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD…Give it up for Edwin….MACPHIIIIIIIIIIS-“

 

Deep breath

 

“-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

Funyon dives out of the ring as the referee quickly begins to explain the rules to both competitors, but he might as well be talking to brick walls. Two very strong, angry and very ready brick walls who have been staring lasers at each other for the past couple of minutes. The official realizes his words are in vain and does what everyone has been waiting for.

 

Signals for the bell.

 

DING DING DING!

 

The two men simply continue to stare at each other for a moment, almost unsure what to do. Eventually they walk to the center of the ring, forehead to forehead, mumbling incoherent insults and trash talk. The crowd grows restless, cheering for some action, and action is exactly what they get as the two men step back and lock up, collar and elbow. They strain their bodies, each trying for that advantage, but they find none and the result is a draw, both Edwin and Wilson stepping back. Wilson simply gives the SWF Champion a smile, and the champ returns it. They step forward, and lock up again, this time Wilson quickly spinning Edwin into a side headlock.

 

Edwin grabs Wilson around the waist and shoves him forward, bouncing him off of the ropes. As he rebounds, Edwin catches him with a stiff lariat that flips him to the mat. Wilson bounces right back up to his feet as Edwin gets some steam bouncing off the ropes. He doesn’t get any more offense in as Wilson ducks his next clothesline and slaps on a rear waistlock. He lifts Edwin up in the air for a belly-to-back suplex, but he rolls backwards out of it and wraps on a waistlock from behind. Wilson tries to batter Edwin’s jaw with elbows, but the Crown Prince ducks and goes down for a leg takedown. Wilson counters that with a chinlock, but Edwin drops to his knees and spins out of it, coming behind Wilson for an attempt at his leg. Wilson gingerly steps away and spins towards his adversary as the fiery Brit rises up to his feet, rubbing the bottom of his goatee as the approving crowd rises to its feet and applauds loudly.

 

“Not anything we didn’t expect,” states Stevens. “These two men know each other very well, and we’re sure to see them trying to come up with something innovative to one-up each other.”

 

“I suggested Wilson earlier to bring a shotgun,” informs Riley. “However, he informed me that this wasn’t quite the situation. If Edwin’s head was blown off, would that constitute as a knockout?”

 

“That, or a no contest. I’m not really sure.”

 

“We’ll have to try that sometime. Remind me to check with Stubby on who Ash is booked against on the next show.”

 

Wilson charges at Edwin throwing a wild right, but its block and he takes a knee to the gut. Front facelock, and Edwin’s lifting Wilson up into the air. The madman kicks wildly, trying to save his skin, and Edwin is forced to drop him back to the mat. Using the momentum that gravity provided him, Wilson jerks Edwin up into the air, holding him there for a moment. Wilson seems to get stuck in said moment as the Carnival leader struggles furiously and falls back-to-back with his Magnificent Seven counterpart. Wilson spins, looking for a decapitation, and he succeeds in flooring Edwin to the canvas. He grabs him and jerks him into an Irish whip, turning and catching Edwin with a reverse elbow as he comes off of the ropes. Wilson bounces off the ropes and Edwin rolls over onto his stomach, the evil genius hopping over him, and then Edwin is up to his feet. Wilson comes roaring at him and is lifted up into the air and flipped hard to the mat with an arm drag.

 

Edwin starts to stand, but Wilson spins around on his belly and clips the back of his foe’s ankles, dropping him to the mat. Wilson shoves himself up to his feet as Edwin kip ups, spinning a roundhouse at the evil genius’ head. He blocks it, and Edwin resets just in time to slide over and avoid a haymaker coming at his head. He leaps into the air and twists around around, reverse spin kicking at Wilson’s abdomen, but once again his attack his caught. Wilson flips him forward and as Edwin completes his somersault and lands gracefully, he turns just as a superkick is flared at his head. He blocks it, shoots out a shotei that Wilson knocks away and then dodges a palm strike coming from the ICTV challenger. That’s blocked as well and the two men glare at each other for a moment before taking a step back, unable to pick up an advantage. They get another round of applause from the crowd, but neither man is happy with their inability to take an advantage.

 

“Wilson’s striking managed to keep up with Edwin’s talented repertoire,” compliments Stevens. “But how long can he hold out against the Crown Prince’s wide array of shoteis and kicks?”

 

“As long as he wants too,” assures Riley. “Edwin’s the one that has to worry if he keeps trying to outwrestle Wilson. It’s only a matter of time before the mastermind gets his game plan working and breaks down the big, bad champion.”

 

“Or until Edwin knocks the snot out of his arch rival,” offers Stevens.

 

Wilson and Edwin don’t waste any time locking up again, and Wilson wins it with an Irish whip into the ropes. As Edwin bounces back, Wilson floors him with a shoulder block and proceeds to drag him up into another whip. Edwin doesn’t go, planting his foot and reversing the momentum to send Wilson whipping into the ropes. As he rebounds, the Crown Prince cuts him down with a springing sidekick. He beckons for Wilson to get up, and when Wilson shows no sign of obliging his request, Edwin stomps over to him. He grabs Wilson by the back of his tank top and starts to bring him up, but the crafty challenger was simply stalling as he slams a forearm into Edwin’s crotch, doubling him over in pain. Wilson stands up and grabs Edwin and twists him down to the mat, a swinging neckbreaker effectively flooring the SWF champion.

 

“Wilson pulls Edwin up into a front facelock,” calls Stevens, “and he lifts the dazed champion up into the air, then immediately dropping back and spiking Edwin to the mat with a thunderous brainbuster! He just jammed Edwin’s neck right into the canvas.”

 

Chris rises up to his feet and starts to drag Edwin up with him as Riley gives his two cents. “If Wilson continues this assault, it’s going to be clear that he’s focusing in on that neck. If he does so, it’s going to be rough at the end of the match for Eddy Mac when the Finishing Touches or a Last Resort come rolling around.”

 

“Let’s cross that bridge when we get there,” suggest Stevens as Wilson grabs Edwin from behind and slips on a reverse facelock. “Wilson keeps a tight grip on Edwin’s neck and falls back, spiking his head down to the mat with a reverse DDT, and I’d say he’s definitely going to be putting the focus on that neck. He reaches up and grabs the leg, and we have the first cover of this contest. ONE

 

 

 

TWO and Edwin easily kicks out, rolling his shoulder up and off of the mat.”

 

Wilson isn’t surprised by his immediate failure and he takes to doing what he does best: Isolating the neck and beating the living hell out of it. He rolls Edwin over onto his stomach and begins to pound down on his adversary with the edges of his forearm. Hard shots that do their damage, and Wilson stops, slipping on a rear waistlock and with Edwin still down on the mat, then slowly dragging him up to his feet, facing the outside. In one fluid motion, he throws him back, crushing the Mac Daddy’s spine into the mat with a deadly release German suplex. He doesn’t waste any time to stand up the reeling Carnie and shove him into the corner. Wilson cocks back his arm and lets loose a powerful chop, Edwin wincing in pain as the crowd gives even the hated Wilson his proper due for the chop.

 

WOOOOOOOO!

 

He resets again, and the edge of his hand scythes across the chest of Edwin.

 

WOOOOOOO!

 

Again.

 

WOOOOOOO!

 

And again.

 

WOOOOOOOO!

 

And because there’s nothing better than crowd interaction, one more time.

 

WOOOOOOOO!

 

“Wilson’s putting it to the man he’s hated for so long now,” declares Stevens as Wilson steps away from the corner, “and now he’s showing off a little bit with an old school Flair strut! This probably isn’t the best idea by Wilson.”

 

“Oh, why not?” questions Riley. “It’s just a tribute to a legend, and he’s earned this time to mock and taunt Edwin.” Wilson finishes off his strut to a roar of hate from the crowd. He turns just as Edwin charges out of the corner, snapping a lariat across a surprised Wilson’s neck and dropping him hard to the mat.

 

“That’s why!” shouts Stevens over an energized crowd. “Wilson’s back to his feet, and he ducks a second clothesline attempt by Edwin. Rear waistlock, but Edwin spins out of it into a rear waistlock of his own. He shoves Wilson forward into the corner, and the evil genius struggles to turn around. But he can’t get around in time, and Edwin starts firing off palm strikes, working up and down his torso!”

 

THWACK! OOOOF. THWACK! OW. THWACK. OOOOF! Wilson’s body is rattled by the barrage of palm strikes. They end, and he thinks the pain is done, only to find himself being whipped across the ring to the opposite corner. Edwin charges after him and spins, banging a reverse elbow into the evil genius’s chin. He steps forward, and Wilson drops to the mat, quickly rolling out of the ring and to the safety of the floor below. He gets up to his feet and takes a few steps away, brushing some nonexistent dust as the crowd boos loudly at his cowardice. Edwin’s in a rage up in the ring, demanding Wilson reenter. Wilson simply smiles as he stands at the base of the ramp, breathing heavily.

 

“Wilson wants no part of Edwin MacPhisto,” informs Stevens. “He high-tailed it right out of the ring once the momentum started to shift.”

 

“He’s just letting him cool down,” defends Riley. “Psycho Edwin isn’t good. Look at what he did to JD and Breggan about a month ago. Nasty critter.”

 

“Well, he isn’t going to wait around for Wilson,” cries Stevens as Edwin runs towards the ropes, “AS HE LEAPS OUT OF THE RING WITH A TOPA SUICIDA!”

 

Edwin comes crashing down on top of Wilson, positioning himself on top of him and pounding right hands that carry a year of pent-up frustrations. He eventually stands up, dragging an unwilling Wilson up with him and throwing him up against the barricade. The security guards around the ring scatter as Edwin gets a running start and leaps into the air, crushing Wilson with a leaping splash. The crowd continues to rally behind the SWF champion as he slaps on a front facelock and lifts him high into the air then falls back, bringing Wilson crashing down onto the steel ramp with a vertical suplex!

 

Edwin rolls up onto his feet again and Wilson starts to crawl away, working his way towards a stoic security guard. The loved Carnie grabs Wilson’s leg and starts to pull him away, but he clings tightly to the pant leg of the guard, who simply looks down at Wilson and shakes his head before resuming his scan of the crowd. Edwin continues pulling on Wilson’s leg, who rolls over on his back and kicks his foe in the face before reaching up and grabbing the nightclub off of the guard. Before any protest can be filed, and unsuspecting Edwin flies right back at Wilson-

 

THUD!

 

-and takes a shot right over the head. Wilson slowly stands up as Edwin collapses into a heap.

 

“Wilson is using his surroundings and the no disqualification stipulation to his advantage,” muses Stevens as Wilson twirls the nightstick around a little before cracking it across the back of Edwin’s neck. “And he looks like he knows how to use the club of that officer at ringside.”

 

“Wait, so Chris Wilson is really the Big Bossman?” asks a very confused Riley as Wilson cracks another pair of shots across the back of Edwin’s neck. “Does that make Edwin the Mountie, and if this is so, will the loser have to spend the night in jail?”

 

“I’d hope not,” replies Stevens as Wilson stands Edwin up and drags him down towards ringside in a side headlock. “I’ve heard some rough things about the prisons up here, mainly about certain large men named ‘Bubba’ taking advantage of people. I wouldn’t want to wish that one anyone, even Wilson.”

 

“Well, I can take their place if they want…”

 

Wilson drops his nightstick and pulls the bludgeoned Edwin up to full height. He whips him forward, clanging his head right off of the ringpost. The crowd boos loudly as Edwin crumples to the mat, neck once again snapped back upon impact. Wilson flips off a particularly pro-Carnie fan in the front row, saying a few unpleasant words to him, before grabbing the dazed Edwin and standing him up again. He yanks Edwin towards the unforgiving set of steel stairs, but its reversed, and it’s Wilson who finds his spine jammed into the hard metal. He cringes in pain as Edwin takes a deep breath and sprints at him, leaping him into the air and connecting with a running dropkick that sends Wilson toppling over the disorganized steps to the floor below.

 

The crowd starts to get back into it as Edwin stops Wilson’s momentum, picking him up and dropping him face first over the barricade. As Edwin leans over to pick him up, he gets some encouraging pats on the backs and some “You da’ man!” from the jam-packed crowd. He leads Wilson over towards the announce table, and he releases him, taking a step towards the table to begin to the disassembly process. It does last very long as Wilson rises into a crouch and wraps his arms around Edwin from behind. The surprised Crown Prince has no time to react as Wilson picks him up and lifts him up into the air before slamming him back onto the thinly matted arena floor with a belly-to-back suplex.

 

“That’s what I like to see!” encourages Riley as Edwin holds onto the back of his head, the back of it impacting off of the floor. “Now finish him off, big guy. It’s all about you!”

 

“Wilson’s ego is big enough,” snips Stevens as Wilson peels the top off of the announcer’s table. “He doesn’t need you to stroke it anymore. Wilson is starting to tear apart our poor table, ripping our monitors out and chucking them to the floor behind him. Things are looking grim for our champion as Wilson grabs a pair of steel chairs from beside the timekeeper’s table and slides them into the ring. He walks back over and picks up the SWF Championship belt, staring at it with wanting eyes before tossing it into the ring as well. What’s he doing?”

 

“I thought that was rather obvious. He’s going to put Edwin through the table,” explains Riley, “then roll him into the ring and pin him. To conserve time, the chairs will then be set up and Wilson will stand on one while the referee stands on the other, handing him his newly won belt. This will allow for fans in poorer seats to see their new champion properly.”

 

“Are you sure that’s the game plan?”

 

“Uh, yeah. Like, what else could it totally be, Mistah smarty-pants?”

 

Wilson turns from placing the belt into the ring and leans to pick up Edwin. Little does he know that the wily Brit has found himself one of the announcers’ monitors, and he’s wielding it with a passion, slamming it up into the abdomen of Wilson. The air is driven out of him as Edwin gets up to his knees and slams the monitor right into Wilson’s face, shattering the screen as Wilson falls backward, leaning against the ring apron. Edwin looks down at the ruined monitor and tosses it to the side, sliding Wilson into the ring and pulling himself up onto the edge of the ring. With Wilson parallel to the ropes, Edwin pulls back the top rope and lets lose, slingshotting himself over and dropping a leg right across the throat of his challenger! The crowd pops loudly as Edwin makes his first cover of the night, eagerly counting along with the referee. ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

And Wilson kicks out, but blood is slowly starting to trickle down from a dozen or so tiny gashes all over his face. Edwin doesn’t seem bothered by the sight of his rival beginning to turn a lovely shade of crimson, and he rises from his cover and lifts Wilson up again. He continues that right into an Irish whip, sending the evil genius crashing into the corner. As soon as he impacts, Edwin is there, jamming a spear into his gut. He releases and Wilson comes staggering out, Edwin quickly spinning him back to back.

 

He reaches up into Wilson’s armpits and lifts him up into the air, most likely trying to hit the Union Jack with Wilson reeling, but it’s simply not going to happen as the ICTV champion slides off his back and lands on the mat beside Edwin. He turns, and Wilson kicks him square in the stomach, doubling Edwin over and shoving him into a standing headscissors. With the crowd feverishly trying to keep up with the action, Wilson tries to pull Edwin up for a piledriver. He fails, and the Mac Daddy grabs Wilson’s legs and yanks them from underneath him, dropping him flat on his back with a double leg takedown. He pulls Wilson’s one leg under his arm and starts to twist him into a half Boston crab, but Wilson reaches back and jerks Edwin’s leg from underneath him, this time knocking the fan favorite facedown to the canvas. Wilson holds on, quickly standing up and rolling Edwin over. He continues the fluid motion, stepping over and reaching down for Edwin’s other leg to complete the figure four, but all he finds is the sole of a Doc Marten slamming up into his chin.

 

“These two men simply know each other like the back of their hands,” sums up Stevens as Wilson grabs one of the chairs he slid into the ring, Edwin crawling over to grab the other. “Any signature move or finisher they try to hit is simply reversed by the other man, only to be reversed right back again. It’s mind-boggling.”

 

“Indeed,” voice-overs Riley. “I’m not sure what it’s going to take for one of these men to actually hit something to keep the other down for a three count.”

 

“Dueling chairs?” offers Stevens. “Because it appears that’s exactly where we are headed.”

 

Wilson swings his steel weapon at Edwin’s head, and its casually dodged. Eddy Mac returns a shot of his own, bringing the chair high above his head before swinging downward, but Wilson moves back and it goes slamming down to the mat. Wilson quickly jams his foot down on it, pinning Edwin’s weapon to the mat. The Mac Daddy realizes he’s in a bit of a jam, and he quickly spins on his left heel and brings his right leg around towards Wilson, sending snap kicks up and down his leg. The pain grows to be so great Wilson has no choice but to step back and allow Edwin to use his chair again.

 

Both men swing at the same time, chair’s clanging in mid-air. The men fight through the pain of the vibrations shooting down their arms, gritting their teeth as they reset and fire another shot. But once again, neither man can find flesh, only steel. This time the chairs lock together in the air, Wilson and Edwin staring at each other in a modified test of strength, straining to take an advantage. Edwin slowly pressures Wilson down to the mat, his chair firmly holding Wilson’s. Chris gives up, releasing his chair and stepping beside Edwin. The SWF Champion can do nothing but hold on as Wilson puts his arm around him and his leg behind, falling back with a side Russian leg sweep! He floats over into an immediate cover, the referee counting. ONE

 

 

 

TWO

 

 

 

T and Edwin jerks his shoulder off of the mat.

 

“Wilson showing off that amazing code of honor of his,” mocks Stevens, “leg sweeping Edwin out of the chair duel. And people say chivalry is dead.”

 

“This is a no holds barred, no DQ match, Mark!” shouts Riley, putting up a very angry front. “Anything Wilson does is legal, so stop chastising him, dammit!” Riley’s voice returns to normal. “Were ya intimidated?”

 

“Oh, deathly afraid. Mind if we pay attention to the action?”

 

Wilson whips Edwin into the ropes, and as he rebounds, he grabs him around the neck. He pulls forward, trying to yank Edwin down with a debilitating Last Resort, but Edwin blocks it and starts to force Wilson back over with a suplex. It fails, and Wilson regains his footing on the mat at the cost of breaking his facelock. Edwin jams a knee into Wilson’s gut and sends him sternum first into the corner. He crashes into it hard, and as he comes bouncing out, Edwin runs behind him, bounces off of the ropes and grabs him around the back of the head.

 

“Edwin’s looking for the Midnight Special,” declares Stevens, “but Wilson shoots him forward, off of the ropes. As he rebounds, he goes for an Irish whip but its reversed by Edwin and now Wilson is hurtling off of the ropes. As be bounces towards the Mac Daddy’s clutches, Edwin lifts him up into the air…but Wilson rakes his eyes, temporarily blinding the SWF Champion!”

 

“He’s a genius!” prides Riley. “What tactics. Edwin turns around, and takes a kick to the gut, facelock, and now Wilson spins him around…AND DROPS HIM DOWN WITH A STUNNER?!”

 

“That’s a Neilsen McTwist!!!” exclaims Stevens as Edwin’s neck is snapped down over Wilson’s shoulder with a stunner. “Wilson couldn’t hit any of his signature moves, so he’s busting out ones from the federation’s archives. Edwin’s down and out, and this may be just what it takes. ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH…and Edwin kicks out, this capacity crowd still reeling from the fact Wilson performed a McTwist.”

 

“I’m kinda shocked, too,” admits Riley as Wilson rolls off of Edwin, somewhat upset his ingenious idea didn’t win him a title, blood really starting to cover his face. “I think that may of broken the ice, and now it’s simply going to be a Platinum Nightmare and good night, Edwin.”

 

“Well, that attack continued the assault on the neck,” reminds Stevens as Wilson stands up. “Whether it be suplexs, brainbusters or just clubbing it, Wilson continues to work over that neck of Edwin. It may be a breaking point for later in the match. For Edwin’s sake, I hope not.”

 

Wilson stands Edwin up, slowly dragging him up so they’re back to back. The evil genius pulls Edwin’s neck back over his shoulder and plummets down to the mat, inflicting another blow with the falling neckbreaker. Edwin rolls over onto his stomach by instinct, pain ripping up and down his spinal column as Wilson heads over to the corner and ascends to the top turnbuckle.

 

The crowd is silent, Wilson’s newly found advantage draining them of life, and they stay quiet as Edwin rises up to his feet. He wobbles around and faces Wilson, just as the Magnificent Seven leader explodes from the top, ripping a “Rim Rocka” flying knee right into Edwin’s face. He’s floored, bouncing hard off of the canvas as Wilson covers again. ONE

 

 

 

 

 

TWO

 

 

 

 

 

T..and a kick out by Edwin.

 

“Wilson’s methodical destruction of Edwin may just be doing the trick,” admits Stevens as Wilson grabs the championship belt. “The Mac Daddy pushes himself up to his hands and knees and looks up to see Wilson standing there, smiling while he holds the SWF title belt in his hand.”

 

“I’m sure he’s just showing it to Edwin one last time before he loses it,” assures Riley. “No harm there.”

 

Wilson tries to cause some bodily harm, charging like a raging bull at his opponent. But Edwin grapevines his leg and topples him to the mat with a drop toe hold. He rises up to his feet as Wilson quickly recovers, reasserting his grip on the belt as he turns and takes a shot at Edwin. The crafty Carnie dodges it, and swings out a wide roundhouse kick at Wilsons’ head. The evil genius ducks under it, plants himself and as Edwin finishes up the rotation he tastes gold, Wilson clocking him with the title belt.

 

The blood flow was slowed down, but Wilson is still bleeding after the monitor shot as he spins his arms, motioning for the 450 splash. The crowd finds their voice again and lets him hear it, booing loudly while Edwin lies prone in the center of the ring, a victim of his own championship. Wilson pulls himself up onto the top for the second time in about a minute and he steadies himself for his signature high-flying move. With Edwin on the ropes, it’s a ripe time to put him away, and Wilson leaps off the top turnbuckle, spinning flawlessly in the air…

 

“Wilson completes his rotation,” states Stevens as Wilson comes bearing down on Edwin, “but as he comes down to earth, Edwin rolls out of the way and all he finds it the hard canvas! Somebody call Michael J. Fox, because the ‘Earth to McFly’ just crash landed.”

 

“Phooey on Edwin,” snorts Riley. “All he had to do was just take that hit and get pinned, and we all could go home. But noooooo way, Jose.”

 

The crowd starts to stomp and clap, rallying on their hero as both men lie sprawled out on the mat, Edwin slowly pulling himself up on the ropes. Wilson heads to the opposite side, leaning over the bottom rope in the corner and trying to get enough energy to pull himself up. He eventually does as Edwin reaches his feet, and it’s a whole new ballgame as they turn to face each other. Wilson tries to restart his offensive assault on Edwin, but the champ is ready and he meets him halfway, matching him blow for blow as the two men slug it out.

 

Wilson takes a shot to the jaw, but brings up a European uppercut that snaps Edwin’s neck back. He takes advantage of the momentary lapse of action and grabs him, whipping him into the corner. He follows and leaps up, squashing the Mac Daddy with a Stinger splash. The crowd boo’s again as Wilson starts to showboat, slamming Edwin into the corner and talking a little trash before lighting him up with a knife-edge chop.

 

WOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

He shakes out his hand and resets, sending out another blast…

 

…but Edwin catches it, and stares right in the eyes of his aggressor. Wilson looks like a deer in the headlight as his hand is held in a vise grip while another hand bitch slaps him right across the face. That same hand reverses the motion, and he finds himself taking a backhand to the other cheek. He tries to fight back, but Edwin is already twisting him into a wristlock and sending back a hook kick to complete the Cocktail O’ Shame.

 

“Edwin trying to retake control of this match,” declares Stevens as Edwin whips Wilson into the ropes. “Wilson bounces off of the ropes, and Edwin catches him and takes him over, thundering him down with a hard powerslam. The ring shakes as Wilson is peeled off of the mat.”

 

“He’s just letting Edwin have his fun,” notifies Riley. “I’m sure Wilson is ready to show the world how good he is. At least, I hope so…”

 

“Having doubts about your boy?”

 

“Never! Just…kinda wondering innocently…”

 

Edwin spins back to back with Wilson, locking their arms together and starting to bring his for over in a backslide. The crowd starts to buzz, anticipating the Encore Cross, but Wilson kicks his feet wildly and jerks back down, planting them firmly on the canvas. He grits his teeth and strains as he tries to lift Edwin up and over in a backslide of his own. This time Edwin breaks his right arm free and spins to face Wilson, slipping out his left arm as well.

 

THWACK! THWACK!

 

A pair of shoteis bounce off Wilson’s jaw and Edwin completes his full circle, locking up once again with Wilson, arms laced and backs together. He lifts him up onto his back, leaning forward and preparing for the plunge that has sent many a man to defeat. This time, however, Wilson rolls over and finds himself standing on the mat and Edwin struggling to untangle himself from the double underhook position.

 

“Edwin’s got himself in a bad position, as Wilson jumps into the air…AND SPIKES HIS HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER! You know what that is, Riles?!”

 

“It’s the goddamn Eye of the Storm!” responds a bewildered Bobby Riley as Edwin’s neck is compressed once more. “That’s Wilson’s former tag team partners fabled finisher, and he just busted it out here against Edwin!”

 

“But is it going to be enough?” questions Stevens as Wilson rolls a pained Edwin over and hooks his leg. “He covers, this crowd holding their breath as the ref counts. ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR…and Edwin kicks out again, but it took a lot of visible effort to do so.”

 

Wilson stands up again, hands filled with the flowing red hair of his rival, pleased with his work. Edwin’s offering little resistance as he forces him into the corner, rising a knee up into his gut, trying to drive the air out of an already winded champion. He stops after a few hard shots and Edwin slumps over, his grasp on the ropes the only thing keeping him standing. Wilson slaps on a front facelock and drags him away, Edwin’s limp grasp slipping free. He lifts Edwin high up into the air, and not caring if people say he has a small moveset, drops him down with a neck-breaking brainbuster. Edwin rattles down to his back, and once again the life is simply sucked out of the crowd, Wilson’s stiff moves getting their job done but lulling the audience to sleep.

 

The crowd hopes that Edwin somehow rallies, but the chances of that look grimmer and grimmer as Wilson stands him up and slips on a full nelson. He doesn’t try for the Platinum Nightmare, instead using all of his strength to pull Edwin over and drive his head into the mat with a dragon suplex. Upon impact the two men break apart and Wilson lies flat on his back while Edwin bounces off of his neck and skitters across the ring. Wilson sits up, looks over at his prey and heads over to resume his attack.

 

“It’s been hard for Edwin to get any offense in over the past few minutes,” notes Stevens grimly. “Any whisper of a comeback he’s had has been countered by Wilson going deep into the archaic playbook of the IGNWF.”

 

“And why not?” muses Riley. “Edwin’s countered any attempt at Wilson’s big-time moves, so he might as well use his knowledge of the past to his advantage. Its worked wonders so far.”

 

Wilson rolls Edwin over and mounts him from behind, raining down hard forearms across his neck. Edwin tries to shelter himself, but Wilson keeps pounding away. He lets up and stands up just long enough to step back and entwine Edwin in a double toehold. The crowd starts to actually boo as opposed to silence as Wilson tries to slip on a full nelson, completing the Finishing Touches. Edwin doesn’t let him, however, fighting back enough to knock the bloodied Magnificent Seven leader from his back. The crowd pops as Edwin slips around into a dragon sleeper, mounting Wilson and trying to crank on the Crown Prince Clutch.

 

That isn’t a go as Wilson flops over and Edwin goes crashing into the mat, head bouncing off of the canvas. Wilson scurries over to him, forcing him over onto his stomach and latching on the double toehold, trying desperately to lock in the full nelson and close the curtain on the match. Edwin crawls to the ropes, snatching them before Wilson can get the hold locked in. Wilson releases him, then pulls him back to the center of the ring. Before another attempt at a submission can be made, Edwin twists over onto his back and sends yet another Doc Marten shot into the evil genius’s jaw.

 

“Edwin fighting back with all he has,” declares Stevens proudly, “but it may not be too much. He staggers up to his feet as Wilson rubs his jaw, somewhat taken aback.”

 

“And he should be!” approves Riley. “He was just cruising along and Edwin goes and pops him in the face?!”

 

“That’s allowed when two men are fighting in a no holds barred match for the grandest championship in all the land,” reminds Stevens as Wilson takes a step toward Edwin. “Wilson hops towards Edwin and fires out a superkick…but Edwin catches it! He waggles his finger at Wilson before spinning him in a half circle and grabbing onto him. He sprints towards the ropes…”

 

“…he isn’t…”

 

“He is!”

 

“CYCLOOOOOOONOTRON!” shout both announcers in unison as Wilson’s bloodied face is pummeled into the mat by the WF legend’s flashy finisher. Edwin shoves Wilson over onto his back and hooks his leg, getting a little pinfall attempt of his own. ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THR…and Wilson manages to kick out after the surprising turn of events, but the crowd is right back into the match and Wilson’s domination has seemingly ended.

 

“Cy-CLONE Ed-WIN!” Clap - clap - clapclapclap!

 

“Cy-CLONE Ed-WIN!” Clap - clap - clapclapclap!

 

“Cy-CLONE Ed-WIN!” Clap - clap - clapclapclap!

 

“Edwin’s taken to fighting fire with fire,” shouts a gleeful Stevens, “as he turns to another legendary hero in the WF’s annals, Cyclone Comet. Wilson’s never had to worry about a Cyclonotron before, and he just may have had his last chance at winning the SWF title dashed by it!”

 

“Even when a superhero disappears, you still have to worry about his stupid finishers,” complains Riley. “Wasn’t that moved banned?! Edwin just lose the title right here and now for that.”

 

“That’s not the case, and if there ever was a clear sign that the playing field has just been leveled, it’s the sight of Wilson struggling to get a shoulder off of the mat. Edwin’s neck may prove to be a problem, but right now it’s anyone’s ballgame once again.”

 

Edwin pulls himself up to his feet, the crowd alive and kicking once again, and he doesn’t wait for Wilson to get to his. Instead he pounces from behind, dragging an unprepared Wilson up and whipping him against the ropes. As he rebounds, he catches a high leg clothesline across the throat that knocks him off his vertical base. Edwin seemingly has his second wind as he rolls Wilson over and covers again, liking the whole idea of the crowd counting along. ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

TH…and another kick out, but Edwin doesn’t care. He’s got Wilson right up to his feet, and he slams a shotei right into his face. The challenger goes staggering back, and Edwin furthers his momentum by charging forward and driving a spear into his stomach, pinning him to the corner. He repeats the motion, jamming his shoulder into Wilson’s gut before stopping, standing up straight and slicing a knife-edge chop of his own across Wilson’s chest, getting a crowd reaction much more enthusiastic than the one Wilson achieved.

 

WOOOOOOOO!

 

He’s satisfied with one, and he attempts to whip Wilson across the ring to the opposite corner, but he finds the move reversed and the Mac Daddy himself is sent hurtling across the ring, Wilson hot on his tails.

 

“Edwin’s coming hard at the corner,” calls Stevens, “but he leaps into the air and lands firmly on the second rope. Wilson tries to skid to a halt, flashbacking, but there’s little he can do as Edwin leaps off, turning and twisting and crashing into Wilson, grabbing his legs as he does so AND ROLLING HIM UP IN A REVERSE VICTORY ROLL! This is the same move that Edwin achieved his retain with at Snake Eyes, and now the referee begins to count, Wilson struggling to escape. ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE…and at the very last second, Wilson rolls through and his shoulder pops off the mat.”

 

“What a show of creativity by Edwin,” chides Riley. “Can’t even win the match with different moves. BOR-ing.”

 

“I’m sure if you ever won the title, you’d do whatever it takes to retain it as well. Sadly, we’ll never know.”

 

“Just because I wasn’t champ doesn’t mean I can’t knock you around, Mr. Two-Time Champeen!”

 

Wilson tries to run from Edwin again, but Eddy Mac gives chase, grabbing him from behind and plowing him down to the mat with a one-handed bulldog. Wilson bounces over onto his back, but instead of covering Edwin takes a few steps to build momentum then drops his forearm right across the throat. He covers again, the crowd firmly behind him. ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

TH…and Wilson has a much easier time kicking out when the whole victory roll isn’t involved. Edwin drags him back up to his knees, but Wilson makes good use of the lack of rules by landing another low blow. Edwin’s face twists into a mask of pain as his body crunches up in agony. Wilson grabs him around the back of the head and roughly tosses him over the top rope, spinning away with all of the momentum.

 

But Edwin doesn’t hit the ground, instead grabbing onto the top rope and holding himself steady while yanking it back. As Wilson finishes his complete rotation and steps towards the ropes, he finds himself being grabbed by the lanky Brit and pulled over the top. He plummets down to the floor, bouncing off of the thin mats as Edwin strains to pull himself back up onto the apron. Wilson gets up to his feet as Edwin leaps off, bringing a double axe handle crashing down on him and sending him stumbling towards the timekeeper’s table.

 

“Edwin’s a house on fire,” booms Stevens as he stalks towards a beached Wilson, “as he grabs Wilson on the shoulder and starts to turn him-“

 

DING!

 

“-BUT WILSON BASHES EDWIN RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THE RING BELL!”

 

“We’ve got a gusher!” laughs Riley as Edwin falls to the floor. Hard. A gash is clearly visible across his forehead and the blood is starting to flow. “Wilson once again showing why he’s a former Hardcore champion, using his surroundings to his advantage, while Edwin’s big, bad offense falls short of taking out his challenger.”

 

Wilson drops the bell back to the table and stands, cockily turning around towards Edwin with a little swagger in his step. He picks up the bloodied Brit and lifts him up into the air, dropping him face-first onto the stripped-down table. He springs back up upon impact and Wilson catches him before he topples to the floor and proceeds to bash his head off the table, hair flowing wildly as he’s repeatedly slammed down. Wilson finally stops and rolls Edwin on, climbing up himself as the fans hope momentum swings the other way once again.

 

Wilson pounds on the back of Edwin’s neck a few times before standing him up, arms laced around for a full nelson. Wilson stands with his heels on the edge of the table near the crowd, Edwin looking down at imminent doom. But he doesn’t give in as the Magnificent Seven leader slips a foot around and prepares for the Platinum Nightmare, firing elbows deep into Wilson’s gut and escaping what appears to be a dangerous situation. Wilson releases the hold and Edwin quickly spins, ducking under Wilson’s right arm and slipping his own arm across his chest.

 

“Edwin’s going to uranage suplex Wilson into the crowd?!” squeals Riley in fear as both announcers step back from the table.

 

“I’m not sure,” is all Stevens can reply. “Now Edwin is lifting Wilson up into the air and spinning-“

 

CRUUUUUUUNCH!

 

“-AND HE JUST DID A 180 SPIKER ON CHRIS WILSON THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCER’S TABLE! HOLY CRAP!”

 

The crowd is eating it up as two bloody men lie motionless in a pile of shattered wood.

 

MAC-PHIS-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

MAC-PHIS-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

MAC-PHIS-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

“Those who die-hard never loser!” exclaims Riley, eyeing up the damange.

 

“You’re confused, Bobby,” corrects Stevens. “Edwin is defending against a real wrestler in a scheduled match, not in an impromptu title bout against a man that simply comes and goes.”

 

“Ohhhh…I see the difference now. My bad.”

 

“Bad quote or no bad quote, Edwin just busted out another move from way, way back as he used the spinning Rock Bottom to drive Wilson through that table, and the challenger is definitely down. But the big question remains of if he is out or not.”

 

Edwin slowly pushes himself up to his knees, his face drenched in his own dark blood, and he grabs an unconscious Wilson as he starts to rise. Like lifting a sack of potatoes, Edwin walks over to the side of the ring and leans Wilson up against it before sliding him in underneath the bottom rope. The crowd’s on their feet, anticipating the end as Edwin slides underneath and hooks Wilson’s leg, the ICTV champion and challenger to the throne of world champion showing no signs of resistance. As the referee slaps the canvas, the crowd counts joyously along. ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEeeeeeeeee…and at the last possible moment, Chris Wilson rolls his shoulder up off of the ground, shooting his arm up into the air.

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Edwin looks up at the referee, eyes almost mournful as he realizes the golden opportunity has escaped him now. He stands Wilson up and jams a few weak shoteis into his abdomen before unleashing a barrage of snap kicks across his leg. He drops back down to one knee, and Edwin cinches him up tightly in a front facelock, grabbing him around the waistband as well. He lifts him up into the air, spinning, twirling towards the center of the ring before falling backwards with a corkscrew brainbuster, effectively giving Wilson a taste of his own medicine. He covers again, hooking the leg. ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR…but Wilson kicks out again, starting to recover from being drilled through an announcer’s table. But his beating isn’t done as Edwin stands him up and whips him hard against the ropes, the crowd now on its feet cheering wildly for their hero. As a helpless Wilson rebounds, Edwin lifts him up into the air and drives him down to the mat with a spinebuster. He holds on, lifting him back up higher into the air then effectively slamming him down onto his back with a quick, sharp and powerful powerbomb.

 

“Rollercoaster…of love…” sings Riley.

 

“Say what?”

 

“Rollercoaster…a woo, hoo, hoo….”

 

“Edwin drags Wilson to the center of the ring,” calls Stevens as Riley continues to hum to himself. “and then heads over to the corner. He pulls himself up on top and starts to turn, but before he can launch himself for an aerial assault, Wilson starts to crawl away. Edwin hops down, and a very low speed chase happens.”

 

“Run Wilson, as fast as you can,” urges Riley. “He can’t catch you, you’re the piano wire man!”

 

“Edwin comes up behind Wilson, who has stopped,” continues Stevens after Riley’s bad rewording of the nursery rhyme, “and the ICTV champion rolls over onto his back and wraps his legs around the back of Edwin’s head. He reaches back above his own bloodied head and grabs one of the steel chairs, pulling Edwin in as he swings it forward, and cracking the SWF Champion over the head with it!”

 

“That’s what I like to see!” gleefully exclaims Riley.

 

Edwin collapses to the ground, the slowed blood flow erupting again after the chair shot, and Wilson rolls up to his feet. He tosses the chair towards the center of the ring, and rushes at Edwin. He grabs awkwardly, lifts him high into the air…

 

…AND DROPS HIM DOWN ONTO THE CHAIR, HEAD FIRST, WITH A PARANOID FREAKOUT!

 

“WOAH!” is all the announcers can muster as both men scatter across the ring upon impact.

 

“Wilson paying homage to the commissioner with that sloppy looking version of the Paranoid Freakout, his trademark finisher,” reminds Stevens.

 

“That was sloppy? How can you tell?”

 

“Umm…I was just assuming, since he obviously didn’t practice it.”

 

“True, but it all makes sense now,” realizes Riley as Wilson’s disorientation makes it a bitch for him to track down Edwin. “All of Stubby’s weed smoking was like training for this move, because it throws you as out of whack as your opponent.”

 

“Maybe so, but once you find your opponent, you’re in good shape,” assures Stevens as Wilson stumbles over to Edwin. “Wilson covers, this crowd hoping for a kick-out…ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE…and Edwin MacPhisto kicks out, the Denver crowd letting out a big sigh of relief.”

 

Wilson’s not exactly happy the Freakout didn’t win him the match, and he immediately rolls a bewildered Edwin over, lacing his legs around in a double toehold. Before he can do anything to counter, he finds his neck being strained back by Wilson’s arms, now locked in a diabolical full nelson, the Finishing Touches complete!

 

The crowd starts to cheer and chant loudly for Edwin as he strains for the ropes, the pain in his neck growing greater and greater as he strains for the ropes, but they might as well be halfway around the world. Wilson lets out a battle cry, blood caked on his face, as he pulls back hard, putting as much pressure as he can on the battered, beaten and possibly broken neck of Edwin MacPhisto. The Mac Daddy tries to crawl to the ropes, military style, reaching out for the ropes with his long arms, but they aren’t long enough.

 

“Things are looking grim indeed for Carnival fans everywhere,” sighs Stevens. “Edwin’s trying to reach the ropes, but his pain threshold has been breached, and along with the loss of blood and fatigue, he’s starting to fade. And quickly.”

 

“Good,” blurts Riley. “I’m tired of calling this stupid match anyway, since we all know that Wilson’s going to be walking out champion.”

 

“Wow, a bold prediction to make now that Edwin’s locked in his finisher, a move that’s taken out men from myself to Thoth to El Luchadore Magnifico.” Edwin slumps to the mat, having got within reach of the ropes, but using all of his energy to do so. “The referee leans down and sees through the veil of blood that Edwin’s eyes are tightly shut and his movement is minimal at best, so he raises his arm into the air, and drops it….

 

 

…the arm falling down to the canvas. The crowd is holding their breath as he raises it again, and release….

 

 

…the arm is falling…

 

 

…down to the mat. It thuds softly and the referee holds up two fingers. This is it, folks. Do or die, as Edwin’s arm is lifted for a third time, then released. It falls…

 

 

 

…falls…

 

 

…AND THEN STOPS, A FEW INCHES FROM THE MAT! It’s not over yet!”

 

“Why not!? Go to sleep, little Edwin. It’s a matter of time, though, because he isn’t to the ropes yet.”

 

Edwin reaches out for the ropes again, scraping and crawling his way the last few inches to the bottom rope. His arm shoots out, fingertips grazing the bottom rope but barely missing it. Wilson yanks back, trying desperately to break Edwin before he can break the hold. But he fails miserably as the Crown Prince of Flash and Panache’s hand reaches out and grabs a hold of the middle rope, shaking it vigorously as the referee commands Wilson to release his hold.

 

Wilson lets go, sending the toe of his boot into the side of Edwin, pummeling him with kicks to the kidneys. The crowd boos loudly as there’s nothing the official can do to give Edwin a chance to reach his feet. Wilson takes a step back and reaches down deep into his pocket, extracting a long strand of piano wire. The crowd gets even angrier as Wilson stretches it out, wrapping the ends a few times so it’s a perfect shape to go across the front of Edwin’s neck. He rotates his neck with a swagger, apparently very confident with what is about to go down.

 

“Wilson’s got his weapon of choice out,” declares Stevens, “and its looking bad for Edwin again. The SWF champion gets to his knees, then up to his feet, and Wilson is right there, wrapping the piano wire tightly around his neck!”

 

“Yee-hah!” cries out Riley.

 

“But Edwin’s not going to give in, sprinting at the ropes as Wilson holds on tightly. That’s a big mistake as Edwin soars back over, landing on top of him and pinning both shoulders tightly to the mat, the piano wire still between them! The ref counts. ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE…and Wilson barely can get a shoulder up to escape another pinning predicament from the champion.”

 

Wilson’s forced to release the piano wire to get out of the cover, and as soon as he stands Edwin kicks him hard in the gut and doubles him over. He points his finger in the air, exhilarating the crowd as he calls for a home run. He hooks Wilson’s right arm, then his left, but before anything further can be done the challenger reaches down and with another double leg takedown flops Edwin onto his back. He then falls backward, catapulting him into the corner. But Edwin does impact. Instead he reaches out and grabs the top rope to stop his downward momentum, and he drops the rest of the way gracefully to the mat. Wilson doesn’t realize that his move wasn’t effective, and as he saunters up to his feet and turns around, he’s shoved into another standing headscissors.

 

“Edwin hooks Wilson’s arms up,” roars Stevens over the pulsing crowd, “then leaps into the air, releasing him and shoving him down the rest of the way to the mat. WALK OFF! WALK OFF! Edwin rolls his challenger over, his bloodied face leaving a twisted smiley face on the mat, and he covers, hooking the leg waaaaaaay back. This is it! ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE…and Wilson kicks out by the hair on his chinny chin chin!”

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Edwin slowly rises, once again reeling from the fact he couldn’t put Wilson away. He stands him up and latches on a standing dragon sleeper, trying to bring Wilson down with a leg sweep. But Chris counters, grabbing onto the top rope and sending back a mulekick that catches Edwin right between the legs. He releases the sleeper and crumples to the mat, Wilson holding himself up with the ropes.

 

The two men rest a moment, both pained, both bleeding and both breathing very heavily. Eddy Mac eventually makes his way up to his feet, unsteady but looking about as good as the incarnation of evil standing near him. Wilson turns, and grabs Edwin to slap on a front facelock, cinching him up and lifting him high up into the air before sitting him down on the top turnbuckle. He grabs the chair he just dented over his head and opens it up in the middle of the ring, the crowd wishing and hoping Dusty Springfield-style for a comeback by their Mac Daddy.

 

“Wilson’s planning on using that chair with some deadly intent,” assumes Stevens as the bloodied Wilson starts to climb up onto the top rope. “A superplex through the chair would be considered overkill that this point in the match. These men have absolutely nothing left.”

 

“Oh, I’m sure Wilson has just enough to polish Edwin off right now,” states Riley as Wilson hooks on another facelock.

 

Edwin, crimson mask and all, isn’t about to go down now. He fires jabs into Wilson’s weakened body, trying anything to free himself. Wilson eventually is forced to release the hold or take too much abuse to his body, and Edwin makes him pay for it, cracking a headbutt into his jaw. Edwin’s blood mixes with that of Wilson’s for a moment as the Crown Prince of Flash and Panache turns Wilson around, and slowly lifts him up into the air, the crowd rising to its feet in preparation…

 

“Edwin’s got the superplex countered, and he’s preparing for the Air MacPhisto!” exclaims Stevens.

 

“This can’t be happening!” cries out Riley in disbelief. “After the inability of either man to put it away with a finisher of their own, it’s going to end with this damn move!?”

 

“You bet! AIR MACPHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTO….”

 

It seems that way as Edwin leaps off into the air, the men seemingly moving in slow motion as flash bulbs explode. Like a hawk carrying its prey, Edwin glides through the air, bringing Wilson closer and closer to the chair. But the graceful flight is interrupted abruptly as Wilson frees himself, reaches up and grabs Edwin around the neck, jerking him down to the mat. The men come thundering down just short of the chair, seemingly shaking the entire world as their bodies collapse to the canvas. All around the world, the SWF fans’ collective jaw drops.

 

“OOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

“YESSSS!” is all that Riley can muster. “Wilson just reversed the Air MacPhisto in mid-air, turning it into a diamond cutter on the SWF Champion! This has to be it! Edwin’s snapped back over onto his back, and Wilson crawls to him. NEW CHAMP!”

 

“There’s no way Edwin and his battered neck could have survived that,” sighs Stevens. “Wilson hooks the leg waaaaay back, and the weary referee drops down to the count, the crowd eerily silent. ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE…..”

 

And at that moment, Edwin MacPhisto kicks out. So can we please cue the one-hundred percent, non-canned, crowd going apeshit heat?

 

“AND EDWIN MACPHISTO JUST KICKED OUT!”

 

MAC-PHIS-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

MAC-PHIS-TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

“If we had a table,” wishes Riley, “I would be pounding my head off of it in frustration right now.”

 

Wilson looks up at the referee in disbelief as Edwin instinctively rolls over onto his stomach, clutching the back of his neck in pain. Wilson slides over on top of him, easily slipping on a full nelson and dragging him up to his feet.

 

“Wilson’s pulling a half-dead Edwin up to his feet,” states Stevens, “but I don’t know if there’s anything in the world that’s going to keep Edwin down after he kicked out of that skying diamond cutter. Wilson’s going to try, oh Lord, please don’t…”

 

“Please do!” requests Riley as Wilson wraps his leg around, Edwin fighting back with some elbows. “Wilson turns Edwin towards the chair, and the champion tries to power his way out, but there’s no power there. Wilson gathers up Edwin tightly and plunges forward….”

 

 

 

 

 

CRUNCH!

 

 

 

 

 

“PLATINUM NIGHTMARE THROUGH THE CHAIR!” screams Stevens as the crowd boos loudly. “Is that going to be enough?! Wilson drags Edwin off of the crumpled steel and rolls him over again, yanking the leg waaaaaay back once again. ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEE! IT’S OVER!”

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

The crowd lets lose a mighty roar as trash starts to find its way down to the ringside area as Wilson releases Edwin and stays on his hands and knees a moment, not realizing what just happened for a moment.

 

DING DING DING!

 

“The winner of this bout,” booms Funyon as his microphone is turned up over the roar of the crowd, “AND NEEEEEW ES-DUBBYA-EF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…..CHRIS WILSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

 

The referee grabs both of Wilson’s title belts and helps him up to his feet, raising his arm in victory as “Summer in the City” kicks up, barely audible over the negative vibe of the crowd

 

“I am nearly weeping with joy,” admits Riley. “You should be too, Mark. This is very emotional.”

 

“I’ll save my tears,” replies Stevens. “But I’m going to give Wilson some credit. It took him three grueling and hellacious tries, and after the valiant effort we always expect by Edwin MacPhisto, but our champion falls short for the first time in his reign and Chris Wilson has finally captured the championship that has eluded him for three long months now. What a match.”

 

“I’ll even tip my hat to Edwin after this one,” concedes Riley as Wilson leans in the corner, clutching both belts to his chest. He brings the SWF Championship to his lips again and kisses it. “He put in one helluva effort, but this time Chris Wilson just had that little extra to pull it out. Wow.”

 

“Wow, indeed,” sums up Stevens of that particular match, and basically the entire pay-per-view. “What a night, folks. I’m glad you could join us, because matches like this just don’t come along every day.”

[Guest redbaron51]

part deux of our match (and i think this might have cost us the loss)

 

 

Grand Slam : He would lay on the ropes, lure his opponent in, and kick! Wham! DDT!

 

Williams crawls to the center of the ring and while fighting back tears, starts tightening his ankle brace. Feeling that he has enough support, Williams painfully climbs to his feet to an applause from the crowd. Williams signals it’s all over, and pats his elbow.

 

Stevens: Williams signaling for the Rolling Elbow!

 

Riley: NO TNT! Don’t get up!

 

TNT climbs to his hands and knees and blindly feels for the mat. With glazed over eyes, TNT wobbles to his feet unaware that Williams is winding up. Williams spins around and fires the Rolling Elbow! TNT ducks, and catches Williams in a half nelson! TNT snaps back, and tosses Williams high over head! Williams lands right on the side of his face, and rolls underneath the bottom rope and out on to the ring apron. “BOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

Riley: HE HIT! HE HIT THE HALF NELSON SUPLEX! This match is over, all TNT has to do is drag Williams’ ass to the dumpster!

 

TNT drunkenly staggers across the ring, and climbs out on to the apron with Williams. TNT helps the dazed Williams to his feet, but Williams knocks his hands off and fires an elbow! CRACK! TNT blocks it, and clocks Williams with a Right Hook! Williams drops to one knee, and TNT traps him in a standing head scissors. TNT pulls Williams up by his tights, and wraps his arms around his waist.

 

Stevens: TNT setting Williams up..................FOR A POWERBOMB!

 

Riley: Alright! This just keeps getting better and better!

 

The fans gasp as TNT bends his knees and lifts Williams feet off the apron! But Williams plants his feet back on the mat, and pushes his upper body up! TNT screams as Williams lifts him up for a Back Bodydrop! TNT unlocks his arms from around Williams’ waist, and starts smacking his back with Double Axehandles! Williams gives in to the pain in his back, and lowers TNT back to the apron. TNT releases Williams from the standing hand scissors, and fires a right hand! Williams blocks it, and rips an Elbow Uppercut into TNT’s nose! TNT grabs his nose, and starts rapidly blinking his eyes to stop them from running like a waterfall. Williams blasts the blinded TNT with another Elbow Uppercut, this time catching him in the chin! CRACK!

 

Stevens: Elbow Uppercuts! I haven’t seen Williams use them since his final SJL match with Frost!

 

Riley: How many damn references to the SJL are you going to make tonight?

 

The fans erupt as Williams pushes the dazed TNT down into a standing head scissors! Williams locks his arms around Williams one at a time, and goes through his usual breathing ritual. The fans encourage Williams with a “DAN-E!” chant as he prepares for the lift.

 

 

“IEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” growls Williams as he rips TNT’s boots off the apron! Williams lifts TNT on to his shoulders, and THROWS HIM OFF THE APRON! THUMP! TNT’s upperback lands so hard on the floor, that he folds over on his belly. The fans respond with a “HOLY SHIT!” chant, that is even louder than the previous one.

 

Stevens: I agree with the fans, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT!

 

Riley: Big surprise! Since when have you ever disagreed with the fans, and formed an independent thought of your own?

 

Williams climbs down from the apron, rolls TNT’s carcass over, grabs both of his wrists, and starts dragging him towards the ring ramp. Dragging his painful leg behind him, Williams manages to make it to the top of the ramp when TNT starts to move. Williams simply bends down and slaps a Sleeperhold on TNT. After a few moments, TNT quits moving and Williams drags him to the Bomb Shelter’s trapdoor. Williams unlocks the door, and cautiously opens it. With a worried look on his face, Williams takes a quick glance at the still laid out TNT and drops down into the Dumpster.

 

Riley: What the hell is that idiot doing?

 

Stevens: How the hell should I know?

 

Williams emerges a few seconds later with Xero over his shoulder. Williams rolls Xero out of the Bomb Shelter, and starts to climb out himself.

 

Riley: Ah how sweet, he helped his partner out of the dumpster.

 

Williams nervously glances at TNT who is still peacefully laid out near the trapdoor. Williams lets out a sigh of relief, and crawls out on to the platform. SUDDENLY, A HAND GRABS WILLIAMS FOOT FROM THE DARKNESS!

 

Riley: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MY HEART!.......GAD........... DAMMIT!

 

Stevens: Ouch, my ears! Chill out Riley, Jesus Christ!

 

Williams turns around, and draws back his boot to kick the head the hand belongs too. But Frost’s hand goes limp, and slithers back down into the abyss. Williams breathes another sigh of relief, and climbs back to his feet. Williams walks over to TNT, and bends over to pull him up. Out of nowhere, TNT uppercuts Williams in the balls! Williams drops to his knees, and starts coughing like he’s going to puke. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

Stevens: Crap! We came so close to getting through an entire SWF match without a low blow. I guess the streak continues.

 

Riley: What low blow?

 

Still sore from all the punishment’s he’s absorbed, TNT slowly positions Williams at the edge of the opened trapdoor and traps him in a standing head scissors. TNT pulls Williams’ up by his tights, and traps his arms in a double underhook

 

Stevens: Oh dear God, no! He’s going to Dynamite Williams into the Bomb Shelter!

 

Riley: Well I doubt he can sit out, so it’s just going to be a Double Underhook Powerbomb.

 

The fans shit their pance, as TNT lifts Williams off the platform. Williams kicks his feet into the air, and somehow manages to plant them back on the stage! Williams drops to his knees and TNT leans down with him, desperately holding on to the double underhook. “GAAAAAAAAAH” screams Williams as he raises his upper body up, with the 26 pound TNT on his back. Williams successfully straightens his back out, flipping TNT off and into the Bombshelter! But TNT keeps the double underhook locked on, and pulls Williams down with him! KA-BOOM!

 

Stevens: BOTH MEN FELL IN!

 

Riley: COME ON TNT! Get out of that hole, and lock Williams in!

 

Stevens: But what about Xero?

 

Riley: Xero’s dead, Stevens.

 

Xero lies dead on the platform, while the fans keep their eyes locked on the bomb shelter door. A hand emerges, than another, and than a face. It’s Williams, sparking cheers from the crowd.

 

Stevens: IT’S WILLIAMS!

 

Riley: CRAP! FUCK YOU TNT! FUCK YOU FOR LETTING HIM WIN!

 

Williams climbs out of the bomb shelter, and slams the door down. Before Williams can lock it, it pops back open! TNT’s arm reaches out from the darkness below, in search of something to grab hold of in order to climb out. TNT sticks his head out, and looks around.

 

Riley: GOD BLESS YOU TNT! YOU CAN STILL WIN THIS THING!

 

CRACK! Williams kicks him right in the mouth and slams the door back down hard, smashing TNT’s arm! Williams starts hopping up and down on the door, as TNT’s tortured screams echo from the dumpster. Williams lifts the door back up, and TNT pulls his crushed arm back down into the shadows. Williams closes the door and lays on top of it. The door shakes and bounces Williams around like a vibrating bed, but Williams stays on top of it. Williams nervously locks the door, and the bell rings.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Funyon: The winners of the match at 55 minutes, and 22 seconds. DANNY WILLIAMS AND XEROOOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

Stevens: IT’S OOOOOOOOOOOOOVER!

 

Riley: FUCK! Oh well at least one M7 member won.

 

Stevens: I seriously doubt Frost, TNT, and Williams will be able to get along after this brutal war!

 

Riley: I think quite the opposite will happen, Stevens. This match allowed these three to vent months of built up rage and now that they got that out of the way, the can go back to conquering the SWF again.

 

Stevens: Well, will have to wait and see what happens. Until than Williams and Xero have accomplished their goal and have became the SWF tag team champions!

 

Hardcastle makes his first on camera appearance of the night, and hands Williams both of the tag belts. Believing that Williams is threw with M7, the fans cheer him on and continue to chat his name. Williams is over come with joy, but is too exhausted and battered to show it. He lays one of the belts atop of Xero, who is still passed out. Some medics come rushing in from the back and surround Xero. Hardcastle unlocks the Bomb Shelter, and an army of medics start climbing in. Williams stands alone at the edge of the stage, holding his title and lost in deep thought.

[Guest ErekT2k]

Funyon: The winners of the match at 55 minutes, and 22 seconds. DANNY WILLIAMS AND XEROOOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

That's one loooooooong opener.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Funyon: The winners of the match at 55 minutes, and 22 seconds. DANNY WILLIAMS AND XEROOOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

That's one loooooooong opener.

Yeah, that match did feel a bit long. That could have worked against you guys.

 

Also, Wilson: I typed out a loooooooong thing about your match with my favorite parts and stuff I thought didn't work as well, but then my internet went down. IM me later if you're still interested.

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Wow, that's a hella-long second match tag team championship.

 

Oh Edwin, you lie! You typed no such thing, and you better have some stuff prepared cuz its coming on IM. Oh, you can be sure of that!

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Funyon: The winners of the match at 55 minutes, and 22 seconds. DANNY WILLIAMS AND XEROOOOOOOOOOOOOO

 

That's one loooooooong opener.

Yeah, that match did feel a bit long. That could have worked against you guys.

 

How? Is writing a long match a bad thing? I figured the match lost cause of a lack of details, and I didn't build it around the all mighty dumpster.

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

It's not a bad thing, Danny, just an out of place thing. Second matches on the card usually don't go that long. If every match went 55 minutes, our shows would go forever. That's why we first implemented word limits (Yes, there was a time when there were none) because the tv shows would go 10 hours.

 

I doubt not centering around the dumpster hurt you, because your character wouldn't do that either. He'd work on wearing them down.

[Guest redbaron51]

okay danny, and other n00b's take this into consideration.

 

the longer the match does not mean an automatic win. It has to be well paced, tells a story, and the main key REALISM. if it does not have those key factors then a 4000 word match would defeat a 9000 word match no problem.

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Well PPV matches don't have word limits, and second match on the card or not this was for the Tag Team Championship.

 

And my match was well paced, told a story, and was Realistic. That's the three things I strive for above all else in my writing. And I'am not that fucking stupid, that I think a bigger word count means a better match.

 

I feel that my match was just poorly writtern, and I believe that Above all else is how the matches are marked. Not what's going on, but how it's written. Not to say that my match is better than TNT/Frost because it isn't. They did a far better job of writing a tornado tag match, something I'll admit I have no clue how to write. My match really fell apart towards the end, and the drag them to the dumpster stuff murdered the pacing.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Tag titles or not Danny...

 

 

You have to remember, you guys didn't have much build up... not much to make the match personal where you HAD to win... so 10k plus isn't too smart. You know what I am saying?

 

 

I haven't read the match yet, but I'm willing to bet that's the problem.