Losing Match(s)

[Guest Divefire]

Because it wasn't a double no show and I quite liked this one, despite knowing the flaws in it now (todamnfast). I don't condense well. Practice, practice, practice...

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The Storm™ music slams around the Lawlor Events Centre, getting the already warmed up Nevada crowd standing and hollering as the cameras of the SWF pan around the arena. Of course the home made signs are waved with vigour, but for the most part are ultimately futile given the speed of the pan.

 

“Welcome back to Storm!” Mark Stevens hollers out to the fans at home as the camera pans around to the announcer’s desk. “We’ve got a great match coming up for you and..”

 

“Mark, shut up.” Bobby Riley interrupts the former World Champion. “You’ve been shilling the matches all night long and it’s getting a little thin.”

 

“Well, that’s our job, Riley.” Replies Mark, a little dumb founded. “What do you suggest I do?”

 

“For one, shut up and let me intro this match. You can’t even come close to knowing these two men the way I do.” Surprisingly there is no humour to Riley’s voice, just an edge of deep seriousness.

 

And with that set up, Grand Slam just can’t help himself. “Frankly, I’d hope to never know men in the way you do, Bobbie.”

 

Slowly, Riley turns a venomous gaze on his commentary partner. “That had better be the last gay joke I hear from you.”

 

“And why would that be?” Steven’s meets the gaze somewhat unfazed.

 

“Because they’re blatant lies started by a couple of cheap whore gossip columnists who I wouldn’t sleep with because I don’t believe in one night stands and was suffering a broken heart from watching the one girl I loved marry my best fucking friend!” Riley screams to Stevens, on the edge of hurting him, or something.

 

“Oh.” Is all Steven’s can muster for a moment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” To his credit, he is a little embarrassed.

 

“Yeah, well no one did..” Bobby intones in a near silent whisper, more to himself as the arena lights drop out, and let a stillness enter the building. Even the crowds start to hush then the opening bars of the Vertical Limit mix of Linkin Park's Points of Authority float out. Then the Smark-Tron™ lights up with well cut archive footage of the man known as Divefire delivering his own brand of patented kick ass action as the lyrics roll.

 

With a roar, fire pyro's erupt from the stage, whiting out the entrance area for a second. As vision becomes a welcome commodity again, Divefire is moving down the ramp way, looking mean, moody and ready to kick the crap out someone or thing. Nothing new there then.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a singles bout for one fall! Introducing first, from the depths of England, weighing in at 192 pounds and all of five feet and eight inches tall! He is The Man, The Myth, The Legend… Divefire!” Funyon does his usual job of shilling the men entering the squared circle in his incomparable octave tones.

 

The crowds are still not sure what to make of the returning ninja, some cheer, some boo and some simply stair and wonder what all the fuss is about. Divefire, for his part ignores the crowds and with a quick burst of speed he slides under the bottom rope, into the ring and stands in the centre of it. Waiting a beat of the song, he then pumps his hands into the air and the four corner posts blasting flames high into the air to cut off the song and finish his entrance. Slowly, he slips out his shades and leather jacket, before leaning over the ropes and handing them off to the time keeper, giving a brief look to the commentator’s table before starring back to the ramp way and waiting.

 

“Divefire looking as focused as always.” Stevens comments in full play by play mode. Also known as stating the obvious.

 

“No kidding.” Riley mutters back. “Divefire and Mercury go way, way back. I’d go and recount all of it but…”

 

“It would take up an entire DVD!” Stevens chuckles at his own pun for a second before continuing. “Which is what is out next from the SWF™ DVD collection! Divefire, The Man, The Myth, The Legend DVD is out October 10th!”

 

It’s all Riley can do to face palm in response to even more shilling from the merchandise king. “Mark, you know what you should do?” Mark, aware of the rhetorical question, keeps silent and lets Bobby continue. “You should start writing a weekly internet column! It would be great, you could hype up all the up and coming talent, never say a bad word about any one and shill the next PPV! I even have a name for you, ‘From Under the Baseball Hat – Grand Slam Tells It Like It Is!’”

 

Grand Slam gives Riley a very long and very hard look before he starts to reply in a carefully controlled tone. “But Bobby, I don’t have any food merchandise to sell…”

 

The two commentators share a chuckle and then silence once again takes hold. The house lights slowly dim to nothing were upon an uncomfortably long silence takes hold, until…

 

“…the regenerate king…”

 

The opening notes of ‘The Grudge’ begin to blast over the arena, eliciting a hard, negative, response from the crowds. As a video begins to roll on the Smark-Tron™, it focuses in on a man wearing a cloak, standing on a green, treeless hill in the middle of a thunderstorm. Raindrops start to fall and become a cascade, then a torrent of water as the camera begins to cycle around the figure slowly. It accelerates slowly at each pass until a bolt of lightning strikes him from the heavens, his form erupting in flames as the arena is filled with words.

 

Then the crypt like arena slowly begins to awaken as the stage begins to glow in a soft, orange light. The cloaked man walks out from underneath the screen and hesitates a moment, then moves to one side, revealing another man dressed in a similar fashion. The two stop on the top of the ramp way, looking out to the ring with a deep intensity, waiting for the air to drift over their frames.

 

“And introducing his competitor! From Los Angeles, California and being accompanied to the ring by the Dark Prophet Tyler McClelland, he weighs in at 229 pounds and stands a towering six feet and two inches tall! Representing the Magnificent Seven, Mercury!”

 

Slowly the two men walk down the ramp way, their eyes focused upon the man standing in the middle of the ring. Slowly, Mercury walks up the stairs and inside the ring, gaze still locked on Divefire’s. As the lights fade back up, Mercury slips his cloak off and tosses it out of the ring to an awaiting Tyler.

 

“Since when did Mercury have the Dark Prophet as a butler?” Stevens inquires in a general way.

 

“I think it’s got more to do with who Mercury is facing then what Mercury has done for Tyler.” Replies Riley, fighting down a cold sense of dread as Matty K, a long time referee for long time advisories, signals for the bell to get things underway.

 

Divefire shifts his gaze outside of the ring for a moment, scowling in Tyler’s direction, who in response lowers his eyes to the floor as Mercury takes the opportunity to jump Divefire with a swift boot to his mid section, followed up by a fast Irish whip into the ropes. Divefire comes off with a head of steam and Mercury takes him all the way through the air with a hip toss. But Divefire keeps Mercury’s arm locked and as he hits the floor he uses the momentum to toss Mercury over head, to the mat and right into a triangle hold!

 

Mercury grimaces and claws for the ropes, sinking a hand onto them and yelling for the brake. Matty K administers the rules and officially tells Divefire to lose it, which he does, by springing to his feet and quickly firing a few stomps in Mercury’s direction. The man who takes his name from a constantly viscous material lives up to it and finds his feet in quick order, despite the rain of fire. Mercury locks up with the ninja, forcing him into a standing head scissors and trying for the power bomb early on, but before Mercury can start to lift Divefire up, the Brit shows off his strength and stands up, throwing Mercury over his shoulder! But Mercury flips through the air and shows his own agility by landing on his feet and firing off a thrust kick at Divefire’s back.

 

But even with his back turned Divefire senses the kick and shifts to the side, turning as he does so to grab a hold of the offending limb. The motion continues as he spirals down into a sweep before Mercury can even think of hitting the back brain kick and once again Mercury finds himself at the mercy of Divefire and his submission holds, this time a well sunk in ankle lock.

 

“Two fast paced exchange of moves there, and each time Divefire coming out on top! I think it’s safe to say he’s lost some of that ring rust we saw last week.” Stevens mentions to the fans at home who may have blinked.

 

In the ring, once again Mercury has made it to the ropes and Matty K calls for the break. Divefire obliges, by way of ramming Mercury’s ankle into the mat before backing off a step. Mercury uses the ropes to pull himself upright, testing out his leg for a second before fixing Divefire with a hard gaze. A second later and he charges full bore into Divefire’s frame, sending him to the mat with a nicely done spear. But of course he doesn’t stop there. No, he grabs a hold of Divefire’s neck and starts slamming his head into the mat with the rage of some one who’s been holding a grudge for just a little while.

 

This for the first three times seems to daze Divefire, for the fourth it causes him to sneer and drive a palm punch right into the forehead of Mercury, dazing the slightly bigger man. A quick right hook to the jaw follows that up, then a lovely short uppercut to the same body part. Mercury, quickly having enough of this staggers to his feet, fighting the cobwebs away while Divefire flips up to his feet and just keeps on going up. Spinning around in mid air he drives the back of his foot into the temple region of Mercury’s head, which sends Mercury corkscrewing down to the mat in near spectacular fashion.

 

“Ooh, the Tornado Kick! Mercury’s got to be feeling that.” Stevens names the move quite helpfully.

 

“Trust me, he’ll be feeling that when he gets up tomorrow.” Is all a wincing Bobby Riley has to add for now.

 

Landing with only a slight bend of his knees in acknowledgement of the laws of physics, Divefire gives out a look which can only be translated as, ‘Go on, hit me some more and really piss me off.’ Which is totally lost on Mercury as he still lies on the mat, slowly gaining his senses back. Divefire of course sets about Mercury in short order, dragging Mercury up to his feet and standing behind him. Before the Regenerate King can think of something commonly known as self-defence, Divefire has dragged him down into a reverse headlock then quickly turns 180 degrees and drops him down to the mat with an elbow in the V of his chest. Mercury’s head bounces off the mat and Divefire quickly hooks the leg for the cover.

 

“The original Turn ‘n Burn! It looked good in Z’s hands but…”

 

“No one does it like Divefire!” Bobby adds with enthusiasm before shooting his fellow commentator a look. “Not. A. Word.”

 

Mark Stevens tries to give Bobby a truly innocent and hurt look as Matty K goes down to count.

 

One…!

 

Mercury blinks up at the arena roof.

 

Two…!

 

Kick out by Mercury, with some authority it has to be said. The crowds send a few boos for the kick out, well, those of whom not going for a snack brake while this match is on. Divefire however is not beyond showing some respect and steps back, allowing Mercury to find his feet. Mercury gives a tight-eyed look out to Divefire once more, but all he gets back from the street fighter is a smirk. Mercury lets a little of his frustration show again and slowly steps forward offering a lock up again, which Divefire dully accepts.

 

The two men battle for control this time, the pace slowing down for a second as Mercury tries to use his height and weight advantage to force Divefire back into a ring corner. Divefire is overpowered on this occasion it seems and finds himself locked in to the corner. Matty K calls the rules once again and yells for the brake, which Mercury does. For a second. Then his shoulder finds it’s new home in Divefire’s mid section, not once, not twice but five times! Mercury follows up the winding attempt by using the ropes to springboard into a sidekick that slams into the Divefire’s chest. No corner post chops for these men!

 

“Oh, nice come back Mercury, not letting up on Divefire and winding him long enough to connect with the springboard sidekick!” Yes, once again Mark Stevens is Mr Exposition.

 

Divefire staggers out of corner, clutching his chest for a moment as Mercury lets himself grin with self-satisfaction for finally hurting the ninja. Which is when he gets grabbed around the collar and thrown with authority into the ever popular corner post. Mercury shakes his head in shock at the switch just before a flawlessly executed and stylised sidekick of truly evil levels lands in his chest, forcing him to sag against the post and hook his arms around the ropes to stay standing.

 

“Fire Kick! After Mercury battered the wind out of him, Divefire comes back with the Fire Kick!” Stevens voices with surprise.

 

“You can see those moves hurt Divefire, it’s just they also really pissed him off!” Riley counters.

 

Divefire waists no time to pull Mercury out of the corner and into the ring a little more then fires him into the far ropes. He awaits Mercury’s return with the thought of a power slam, but Mercury has enough of his wits to leap over Divefire’s head in rather spectacular fashion, nearly doing a box splits in the process. He slingshots off the ropes once more and comes back with speed and intent, leaping up and locking his legs around Divefire’s head, momentum dictating the two spin around and Mercury looks to land the shoulder and complete the Hurricanrana! But Divefire sits out of it, grabbing a hold of Mercury’s waist as he does so, reversing it into an impromptu sitting power bomb!

 

But this does not amuse the fluid one, oh no. As Divefire stands, Mercury keeps his legs locked around Divefire's neck and as his body is fully extended he coils it up and unleashes a head spin, leaving Divefire with two choices. No sell the move and have his neck broken or go with it and try to land as best he can. Not surprisingly he chooses the latter option and spins through the air with a lack of control, landing to the mat face first. Mercury rolls to where Divefire is sprawled for the moment and quickly locks in the never seen often enough Tazzmission. But before Matty K can ask if Divefire wants to submit to the painful move, which is rather a redundant question anyway, Mercury finds his feet and halls Divefire back into the suplex part of the move, sending the flaming ninja’s head hard into the mat! But that’s not all, oh no! Mercury keeps the bridge of the suplex and it becomes a pinning submission combination!

 

“Mercury’s own version of the Tazzmision-plex, with the bridge! Now that’s what I call technical expertise!” Yes, Mark marks out for the insane things in life.

 

Matty K is once again slides down to the mat for the count.

 

One…!

 

The move is sunk in hard. Could it be a cheap win?

 

Two…!

 

Divefire fights the move, but his arms are locked in tight and breathing is a luxury.

 

Thre.. Hell no! Divefire legs are free and he slams them down into the knees of Mercury, braking the bridge whole sale and rolling to one side to catch his breath. Mercury now though is charged up and can feel the momentum shifting his way. He drags Divefire to his feet by his hair and goes for the staple Irish whip into the corner post, but Divefire is having none of it and plants his feet, reversing the whip and sending Mercury hard back first into the post. Mercury looks dazed in the corner and Divefire runs for him, leaping high into the air for his big corner body splash attempt but Mercury will not be denied! As Divefire comes down Mercury throws his hands up high and with the help of Divefire’s own moment tosses him right out of the ring to land hard outside on the padded concrete.

 

And finally the fans of the SWF wake up to huge bump with a chant of holy shit echoing around the arena. The Smark-Tron™ tends to agree as it shows a replay in slow motion of the bump from another camera angle, showing Divefire’s flailing arms and ever so slightly wide-eyed expression before impact.

 

“I have to agree with the fans in Nevada, Divefire really Blasted Off there!” Mark chuckles again. “I think he even bounced.”

 

“That had to hurt, he’s not even moving yet!” Riley agrees then blinks as he looks up into the ring. “Wait a second, what’s Mercury doing? He’s collapsed in the ring!”

 

“What? He wasn’t hurt that badly!” Mark gives his expert assessment of Mercury’s physical condition. “Matty K is checking him over now and… Oh shit…”

 

“Here comes Tyler…” Riley finishes off his co-commentator’s thought.

 

Yes, pulling the old sneaky ringside attack routine, the Dark Prophet comes up behind the slowly stirring Divefire. Just as his former friend starts to get to his feet, Tyler pulls out a iron crow bar from the depths of no where and with blinding speed slams it into the back of Divefire’s head. The first blow slumps Divefire down to his knees. The second sends him sprawling to the mat and the third he delivers just to see his Saviour bleed.

 

“Damn it Tyler, that’s enough!” Riley yells out from behind the commentary table, rising to his feet. “Bad enough you kill Laura, you going to kill Mat now as well!?”

 

“Bobby…” Mark Stevens administers in a careful tone.

 

Tyler hears all this and stops mid swing, looking out to Bobby, his eyes full of hate and rage. Slowly he walks towards his old friend and leans against the desk with his hands. Slowly he speaks, close enough to Riley to get picked up by his headset. “You don’t know anything Robert. Of me, of him and especially not of her…”

 

“You son of a bitch!” Riley screams and tries to reach over the table to rip off Tyler’s head. But the Dark Prophet is just to quick and steps away, out of arms reach and laughs to himself.

 

Stevens finds his feet and places a hand across Riley’s chest, trying to hold back the incensed commentator. “Bobby, it’s not your fight! Think about it! Calm down!” To which Bobby tries to breath, but remains standing and looking with hate out to Tyler as he saunters over to Divefire’s downed frame and with out to much struggle, hoists Divefire up and rolls the near lifeless body into the ring. At which point, Mercury is suddenly miraculously recovered and on his feet. Matty K looks with suspicion at the still form of Divefire, his eyes glancing out to Tyler who just shakes his head innocently and backs away from the ring apron. Mercury though pays no heed to anything, other then perhaps a slight nod to the outside before he drags Divefire’s limp frame into the middle of the ring and goes for the cover. Matty K reluctantly starts the count.

 

One…!

 

“C’mon…” Bobby pleads to his friend, via the audiences at home.

 

Two…!

 

“C’mon damn it!” Riley again, with more force. “Fight!”

 

Three… Divefire’s shoulders are up! And what a pop that gets! The Cult of Divefire officially wakes up from a yearlong slumber and Mercury slams a fist into the mat with frustration!

 

“Listen the crowd, Bobby!” Stevens hollers over the noise. “They’re siding with you for a change and damn it all to hell if I don’t agree with you and them!”

 

“You better believe it!” Riley yells back, almost overjoyed at the reaction of the crowds and the look of horror on Tyler’s face. The man formerly known as Outcast turns and gives a cold hard glare towards Riley, starting to slowly step forward, ignorant of the fact of Mercury pulling Divefire up to his feet by his blood matted hair in the ring.

 

Mercury pulls the ninja into a standing head scissors and hoists him up into the air. With no resistance this time, he slams Divefire’s frame into the mat headfirst and then uses the momentum to flip over Divefire’s frame, into a cradle that pins Divefire well and truly to the mat.

 

“Powerbomb pin by Mercury!” Stevens yells over the now screaming crowds.

 

Matty K dives to count the pin attempt once more.

 

One…!

 

There are no signs of life…

 

Two…!

 

Not a thing…

 

Three…No! How close do you want to call it?! Matty K’s hand is an inch from the mat on the final fall as Divefire kicks out with authority, the crowds screaming their sudden approval of the flaming ninja. Mercury can’t believe it, Tyler can’t believe it, no one can believe it except for the man who did it!

 

Divefire flips to his feet with style, rage painted on his body as he starts to slam a cascade of left and rights into Mercury disbelieving frame, stunning his body back a step with each blow faster and harder then the last! Then it begins… The back fist slams across Mercury’s jaw, the crescent kick repeats the impact and then with one final surge, Divefire leaps forward and drives one foot into the mat and then using the momentum, a split second later drives the other vertically into the underside of Mercury’s jaw.

 

“Firepower!” Stevens screams. “That ultra mega kick and that has to be it!”

 

Indeed, Mercury gaze is currently up in his skull and as Divefire lands from the move, Mercury falls back to land back first on the mat. Divefire is swift to cover him, making sure to hook the leg and Matty K drops to do the honours.

 

One…!

 

The crowds chime in!

 

Two…!

 

Is echoed out around the arena!

 

Three…!

 

That’s it! Matty K signals for the bell and madness erupts to drown out the tones of Linkin Park. “Your winner by pin fall… Divefire!” Funyon screams over the crowds as Divefire has his hand hoisted in victory, while the other clutches at the back of his head and the flow of blood coming from it. He glances to the outside to find the man responsible, only to see Bobby Riley blocking Tyler’s advance on the ring and daring him to come get some. Riley gives Divefire a nod, which he returns before slipping out of the ring and making his way up the ramp way as a dozen security men run down it to restore ring side order and assure the ‘safety’ of the commentary team.

 

“We’ll be back right after this folks, keep it SWF!” Stevens yells as the scene snaps off to commercial.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"Not only was is not a double no show, but the both wrote?!

 

[bA's jaw hits the floor.]

 

Mothernature says..."

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

My match.... Now I know my flaws (Fuck you who ever said Grammar) Well, yeah, it's grammar and Time...here it is...I liked it though

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‘Fuck M7’

 

The clip shows Xero and Ash having a discussion…not knowing if it’s problems or reconciliation.

 

‘Fuck M7’

 

This clip shows Perfect Bo being screwed severely for the ICTV title by Chris Wilson.

 

‘Fuck M7’

 

This clip shows Xero and Danny disagreeing with each other after the tag match between Danny/Xero vs. TNT and Frost.

 

‘Fuck M7’

 

With the help of the firestarter himself…Bo got the chance for some vengeance against Wilson at last weeks Storm.

 

‘Fuck M7’

 

This clip shows Ash winning the number one tag team contendership…Frost is seen with an upset face because he’s not too please about that outcome.

 

‘Fuck M7’

 

Now this is the clip that is shown…4 people that dislike the Magnificent 7 equally but have to face each other. Bo and Lerrin…Ash and Xero. Four guys, one goal…one match…the picture of Lerrin then fades away and shows a question mark leaving the team of Xero and Ash with the ‘V’ in the middle and on the other side shows Perfect Bo and the question mark. Then an explosion hits.

 

The camera strolls up and down the ramp, showing all the screaming and over-excited with some over-exaggerated fans by the edge of the railing. Signs with profanity on it, other signs with other federations with not so nice words after it. The camera quickly goes towards the announce table and catches Mark Stevens and bobby Riley sitting, waiting for their cue.

 

They got the sign to begin…

 

“Welcome back ladies and gentleman and tonight, we have a tag team match…Xero and Ash going against Perfect Bo and…who?” Mark started off the announcing with a blast…

 

“I think it’s just going to be Perfect Bo…”

 

“Stubby wouldn’t just put him in a handicap match like that…? Would he? Mark asked, more to himself than to Riley but Bobby still answered by saying:

 

“I, I truly don’t know…it depends if he’s in a good mood or not.”

 

“Well…this is going to be interesting…why wait…lets get this match started.”

 

The light shuts down into pure darkness…nothing can be seen nor heard. A second hasn’t pass when a piano is being heard…a mixture of Beethoven symphony number 9 with a rock variation is being played…the crowd begins to get up and look up at the ramp, waiting, wanting to see the Ash man himself as they start a little chant of ‘Ash, Ash, Ash’. A shooting pyro comes up from under the ramp and explodes right over the SWFtron. More comes from under the ramp and explode over but either to the left or right of the Tron. The SWFtron awakes and it shows a poke ball…it begins to spin around as the crowd gets louder and louder at every time the ball spins. It’s going faster and faster and then it stops right on its track. A giant head blocks the ball out…a familiar face is winking at everybody. A huge pyro blast kicks up from the front of the stage as Billy Crawford’s “Pokemon Theme” blasts through the speakers. The pyro in front of the entrance then stops, and a spotlight shines down on Ash Ketchum and his girlfriend Misty. They have their back towards the ring and then they quickly turned around…they quickly walk down the ramp, Ash making sure he slap hands with his adoring fans. He climbs up onto the apron, opens the ropes to let Misty in, and then climbs in himself. Ash climbs the turnbuckle closest to the crowd and takes off his shirt, whipping it into the first two rows of the crowd, people are fighting for the shirt and at the long run a 10 year old girl ends up with the shirt. Ash then hops off the turnbuckle and waits for his tag partner.

 

The lights are pitch black as you hear the intro of "Master of Puppets" by Metallica. After a few seconds, the music fades to black. Suddenly the chorus starts to play and the words are heard "OBEY YOUR MASTER!" At that point, Xero emerges from the dark, as "Master of Puppets" is being played again. Red fireworks explode from each side, as Xero heads down towards the ring.

 

“The following is a tag team match and is schedule for one fall…coming in first, weighing in at the combine weight of 457 pounds…the team of Xero and Ash Ketchum…” Funyon announces as Xero makes it to the apron and slides in…he nods towards Ash and gets ready for the tag match.

 

“There’s a few question brewing through my head and of course the arena is probably asking the same questions that I am…”

 

“Yeah? And what’s that or smart mark?”

 

“Well…first question that I’ve been thinking about is how well will Xero and Ash work together and the second question is…is Bo going to be alone or is he going to get a partner at the very last second.”

 

“Those are good question…”

 

“Yep, we all know what Stubby did to Lerrin…send him back to the minors for some tweaking of his skills, but was it the best move in the last minute before the night started? Not sure.”

 

The lights dim, The Tron awakes as Bo appears on the Tron saying: “I will not fall, I will stand tall, ya all are underneath me…” After that an Explosion blast right in front of the stage, after that explosion Bo continues to speak as he said the words: “I’m from the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers, regardless of that we never lose power”. Another explosion comes and that’s when “New York City” by Cam’ron and Jay-Z hits. After the smoke clears, standing right where the explosion was at is Bo…

 

“And their opponents…making a combine weight of…err…weighing in at 285 pounds, from the Bronx in New York City…representing Creative Control…PPPEEERRRFFFEEECCCTTT BBBOOO!!!”

 

“I think it’s going to be a handicap match…what did Bo do to deserve this?”

 

“I know, I know…allow Wilson to cheat the way he did and not do anything to prevent it…”

 

Bo has his head lowered to the ground, after a few seconds like that he looks up, hearing all the boos and not giving a damn as he dashes to the ring and slides in. He goes towards the near corner to the left, climbs to the second turnbuckle and looks at the crowd, he then slowly lower his head, he balled his hands into a fist and raises it up slowly in the air. He looks back and sees all three of them there, Xero, Ash and Ash’s girlfriend misty…Ash tells Misty to leave the area because the match is about to start…Bo climbs down the turnbuckle and just stand there, waiting for the match to start…once Misty touches the floor and leaves the premises, the referee calls for the bell…

 

‘Ding, Ding, Ding’

 

“A lot of people don’t know the history in the JL back when we were sponsor by the other company…Xero and Bo were at the JL about the same time…and as people know, Bo was the world champ in the JL, did a lot of big things in the JL… Got moved up before Xero did, but a lot of people don’t know this, Xero actually defeated Bo.” Mark said…as usually, bringing up history.

 

“That’s bull…Bo, the second person to ever become a double champion in the WF…the person that defeated Cyclone Comet to become JL champion was defeated by Xero? Hell no.”

 

“It’s true…look at the record books.”

 

Xero and Ash are talking about who’s going to start the match…and apparently Xero won the debate as Ash goes through the ropes and to his corner to see the start of the match. Bo smiles, because he’s been waiting for a long time for revenge of letting this punk bitch get the best of him in the Junior Leagues. Xero and Bo hops around the ring, waiting for the lock up…they get close to each other and is about to lock up when Bo kicks Xero right in the gut…stopping any attempt of anything that Xero was thinking of. A right hand follows which rock Xero back. Bo grabs Xero by the arm and whips him across the ring…Xero bounces back to see Bo with his head down…Xero straightens Bo up with a kick to the chest...he takes a few steps back and runs forward only to get slammed down with a quick, whiplash Powerslam. Bo stays on top of Xero for the pin.

 

‘One’

 

‘Tw’

 

Xero easily kicks out.

 

“That’s the smartest thing Bo can do…try to end this match as quick as possible…because if he lets this match go on, the two on one will be a major factor…”

 

Bo gets up as he grabs Xero to help him to his feet…he grabs his arms and whips him towards the corner…Xero crashes there hard as he slowly rebounds back. Bo runs towards him and then takes Xero’s legs out with a dropkick right on the knees. Bo quickly grabs the leg of Xero and puts it on top of the bottom ropes…he puts his legs so that Xero’s legs are between his…he jumps up and lets his BUTT crash on Xero’s left leg…he grabs the top rope, pulls himself in the air and once again drops his BUTT right on Xero’s leg.

 

“Well, the more technical Bo is obviously working on Xero’s left leg.” Riley mentioned, trying to sound smart.

 

Bo grabs the leg and pulls Xero to the middle of the ring. Pulls the leg up and then kicks him right on the thigh…after the kick, he drops an elbow right on the leg, put the leg under his arm pits, and with the other arm he pulls inward, causing pain on the thigh and knee. After about 5 seconds with that lock on, Bo gets up…still holding the leg upward he jumps up in the air and hits a leg drop right on Xero’s left leg.

 

“You know, I’ve been observing Bo as of late…and he isn’t the monster that people say he is and like I remember him…he soften up…he isn’t the monster anymore.”

 

“Bo is putting his mind on a person’s body part…and realize that I said ‘part’…he wants your leg, say goodbye to your leg, he wants your neck, say goodbye to your neck…he wont rest until you squeal, and if you don’t call that a monster, than you have issues.”

 

Bo gets up and he still has a hold on Xero’s leg…he helps Xero get up on one feet since the other one is occupied by Bo holding it…Bo is about to attempt a dragon screw when Xero jump up in the air and on top of Bo in a reverse powerbomb position…they’re both facing the same direction as Xero is on Bo’s shoulders. The crowd just stay silent to see what this innovated of getting out of situation is going to do…Xero then twirls his whole body around and quickly takes Bo down with a variation of the Hurricanrana. Ash is now jumping up and down in his corner, wanting and waiting, yearning and urging Xero to make the tag…but the knee is giving him problems, but he still tries to go over there on his hands and knees…Ash reaches out as Xero is about 2 feet when Bo gets up and grabs the leg and before Bo can do anything productive, he gets kicked in the back of the head with an enziguri. Bo crawls towards the other side of the ring as Xero looks up and sees Ash’s arm, reaching for the tag…Xero looks up as Bo gets up and Xero makes the tag…the ash man is in, he’s in…he dashes across the ring towards Bo for some fighting…Ash reaches to him but Bo put his head down and turned sideways in the process…Ash got caught off guard and got lifted up in a standing fireman’s carry position. Bo walks towards the middle of the ring, displaying his strength…he wraps his right arm around the back of the neck of Ash, and with his left hand, he pushes the legs of Ash upward so that his body can flip…Bo gets on one knee and causes the back of the neck of Ash to land right on his knee in a variation of a neck breaker.

 

“Now that was cool…I love it when people show me cool tricks like that, and that was a counter, quick to react move.” Riley said, half way surprised that Bo is doing it by himself, but not that surprise that Bo is actually doing it by himself.

 

Ash quickly grabs the back of his neck in pain as Bo is looking to do more damage. Bo goes to Ash and helps him to his feet, he grabs the arm and whips him towards the ropes where Xero is located…Ash reverses it and Bo goes towards the ropes, and once he reaches the ropes, Xero takes a few steps towards the middle and high kicks Bo right on the back of his neck.

 

“Yes…Xero is showing his true colors…”

 

“Hey Riley…”

 

“Whatsup?” Riley asked, turning his head to look at Mark.

 

“You want to do it?”

 

“Now?”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Ok, lets do this…”

 

Mark looks towards the camera and said: “Ladies and gentlemen…what you are about to here is the videogame from our competition…please be advise that this is just a skit.”

 

After the hit…Bo stumbles a few steps forward and quickly gets knocked down with a clothesline. Ash looks up at Xero and gave him a look of anger at Xero’s actions.

 

“Xero was GREAT the other night.”

 

“Are you kidding?”

 

Ash shakes his head ‘no’ to Xero while picking Bo up…he places him in a front facelock, drape Bo’s arm over his shoulder, lifts him up and drops him down with a nice vertical Suplex…he floats over for the pin.

 

‘One’

 

‘Two’

 

Easy kick out by Bo

 

“The perfect Pain is a devastating finishing maneuver.”

 

“HE KICKED OUT…HE KICKED OUT.” Mark screams…

 

“Perfect Bo is the best wrestler the WWE have ever seen.”

 

Ash gets up and at the same time e helps Bo up…he pulls Bo with him and towards Xero and tags Xero in…but Xero start to climb up the turnbuckle. Ash, who still has a hold on Bo whips the perfect one across the ring…Ash walks up a bit as he sees Bo springboards back, Ash lies on the mat causing Bo to hop over him when Xero jumps off the turnbuckle and takes Bo down with a missile dropkick. Ash goes through the ropes and walk towards his corner as Xero makes a quick cover.

 

‘One’

 

‘Two’

 

‘T’

 

Bo kicks out again and it looks like he’s getting tired and hurt.

 

“MISSLE drop KICK…IT MUST be OVER.”

 

“He is Great.”

 

Xero gets up leaving Bo struggling to get up as Xero goes towards Ash and makes another tag…Ash goes in and tags Bo with a right hand. Bo finally gets to his feet but not before another right hand crashes right on his cheek that causes the old hardcore god to stumbles back…Ash grabs Bo by his arm and then whips him across the ring…Ash runs to him as Bo bounces back, Ash goes for a clothesline but Bo ducks it and goes running towards the other ropes as Ash continues running…The Pokeman master bounces back and sees Bo charging right to him…Bo then leaves his feet for a takedown or a flying clothesline, Ash saw that and that’s when he…

 

“SONIC BOOM…SONIC BOOM, SONIC BOOM!”

 

“ANYTHING can happen in this SINGLES match.” Riley said, almost cracking up.

 

Bo is down and he isn’t moving…he’s hurt, tired, and not moving at all as he lie down close to the middle of the ring, but closer to Xero’s corner. Ash looks at Xero n tells him to move as he goes through the ropes and up the turnbuckle…he stands up straight on the corner and is looking down at Bo…Xero looks up and then looks down at the fallen Bo.

 

‘POKE BALL GO’ screams Ash, before Ash does anything, Xero tags in as Ash flies off the turnbuckle, does a Backflip, does more twisting and turning which end up with his knees connecting right on Bo’s left shoulder area…Ash bounces off in a little pain on his legs…meanwhile, Xero is up at the turnbuckle…standing up straight as he looks at the crowd and then down at the fallen and motionless Bo. Without thinking it over, Xero flies off…arms and legs separated like a star as he does a Backflip and lands right on top of Bo hitting the ‘Absolute Xero’.

 

“Ok…that was just beautifully done…”

 

“Mark…our skit?”

 

“I don't care man. Did you just see that?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Poke Ball Go and Absolute Xero…one behind the other without a second span…that was just gorgeous. Also, the match is over.”

 

Xero bounces off of Bo in pain as well as Bo lies on the mat, dead weight, motionless with his eyes close. Xero looks up and sees this, he crawls towards Bo, makes the cover…hooks the far leg and waits for the referee to pound the mat and count to three. The referee goes towards Bo’s shoulder right after he demanded Ash to go to his corner…he begins to pound the mat with authority.

 

‘ONE’

 

‘TWO’

 

‘T’

 

 

‘H’

 

 

‘R’

 

 

‘E’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait for it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s coming sooner or later…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’ll be there…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"THIS

 

IS

 

MAH

 

HOUSE!!"

 

Multiple Fireworks explode around the arena, rafters and entrance ramp. The lights go out...

 

“What the hell is going on?”

 

Th crowd gets up in disgust as they begin to boo JD interfering in this match…the noise caused Xero to get up from Bo’s body. Ash looks up in anger as JD, who just finished having a match against TNT walks down the ramp with some hurt in him. JD then starts to run down the ramp and then slides in catching Xero off guard with a right hand…grabs him by the shoulder and twirls him around only to get dropped with a clothesline. Xero, who stumbled back try to quietly sneak a punch to the back of JD’s head but JD sensed him and turned around right in time to deliver a kick to the nuts…Ash runs towards JD, but the hardcore champ sees him coming and puts his arm down for a Mexican Arm Drag…

 

“Could it be? I think he’s going to do it…this is the same move that put this same person through a burning table…yes…he might do it.” Riley said, getting excited.

 

JD tries to lock the front facelock on, but JD put too much force into it that he missed the attempt…the situation ended up with Ash landing on his feet. Xero quickly recuperates and just saw Ash land on his feet. Xero runs to JD and is about to do something…Xero jumps up in the air…JD sensed him, moved out of the way which caused Xero hitting a front dropkick right on Ash. The Poke champion falls to the mat, but quickly gets up. Xero then turns around after hitting Ash by mistake…JD waits for him and then kicks him in the gut, causing him to double over…While Bo is still out, JD puts Xero in a standing headscissors position, he grabs both arms of Xero and crossed them across his body and is about to hit the ‘JD’s revenge’ when Ash runs towards JD and Xero, leaps over Xero and takes JD out with the ‘Poke Ball Press’…JD is getting pounded with right hands by Ash.

 

Screaming with exhilaration is Mark and he screams: “The Poke Ball Press…The Poke Ball Press…POKE POWER…FOREVERRRRR!!!”

 

Riley just stares at him for a few seconds, shakes his head and said: “And you said that I have issues.”

 

While Ash is pounding on JD, Xero gets the chance to crawl towards Bo and finish what he started doing…Ash and JD ended up on the floor, outside of the ring. Xero slowly pins Bo for the pin, he hooks the near leg and pulls back so that his back is on top of Bo’s shoulders.

 

‘One’

 

‘Two’

 

‘T’

 

‘H’

 

‘R’

 

‘E’

 

NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO…Bo manages to push Xero out of his body to break the count and the match continues.

 

“I still can’t believe it…Bo actually kicked out of two finishing maneuvers.”

 

“JD came in and gave Bo time to actually recuperate…God CC is the best team out there. And even with JD fighting TNT earlier to defend the hardcore title, he’s still out here, helping his fellow creative control member…this is a group.” Riley said, always backing up Creative Control.

 

On the outside…Ash and JD goes their separate ways and they both makes their way towards their corner, JD is actually now in the match and is Bo’s tag team partner. Now they just look and wait. Xero gets up and helps Bo up to his feet. He puts Bo into a front facelock and is reaching for the leg, attempting a fisherman’s Suplex, or the ‘Xero Gravity’…but Bo grabs the arm of Xero, twist it around so that he’s face to face with Xero and then pulls his arm to pull him into Bo’s body…Bo then kicks Xero in the gut, quickly apply a front facelock, twirls around putting his elbow right on the back of Xero’s neck and drops him down with the reverse final cut and they are both down…the referee begins to count the dreaded knockout ten count…JD and Ash are both reaching over the top rope for the tag.

 

‘One’

 

‘Two’

 

They are both still down, hurting and with their eyes closed.

 

‘Three’

 

‘Four’

 

Both Bo and Xero look up and to the side to see where they were…they are both in the middle of the ring and they are about the same distant from their tag partners.

 

‘Five’

 

They begin their movement towards their partners.

 

‘Six’

 

They’re getting closer and closer to the tag.

 

‘Seven’

 

They are both about 2 feet away from the tag.

 

‘Eight’

 

JD and Ash, reach for every inch of distant between their hands and close it in.

 

‘Niiiinnneee’

 

Bo looks back to see how far away he is from Ash…Bo looks up and then leaps for the tag…so does Xero.

 

‘TE’. They both make the tag…JD and Ash are both in. They start swinging at each other like wild dogs they are hunting for food. JD stopped that whole BS with a knee to the gut and a straight right hand right to the cheek of Ash. JD then grabs him by the arm and whips him across the ring towards the other ropes, Ash bounces off, sees JD and takes flight with his forearm…JD moves out of the way, and as usual, like most good fights, most good tag matches…the damn referee has to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, because he gets clobbered with that forearm smash by Ash. The referee goes down and knocked the fuck out.

 

“Typical…it’s always the old and slow ones that gets hit.”

 

“Now Xero and Ash is going to take the advantage…they should just get disqualify.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because of the sadistic act Ash displayed on the referee…that’s just un-call for.”

 

“It was an accident.”

 

Ash gets up and is obviously upset at the current events…JD starts to run at him and do more damage. Ash turns around and ducks a clothesline…Ash quickly turns around, goes behind him as fast as he could and applies ‘the lullaby’, that is the first part of the finishing maneuver that he calls ‘the lullaby of Jigglypuff’…still holding the lock, Ash lifts JD up in the air and then sits him down completing the move that he calls ‘the Lullaby of Jigglypuff’, and JD is out for the count. Ash covers him in instinct but everybody does the counting for the referee.

 

‘One’ Screams the crowd…

 

Bo and Xero both get in the ring and they cut each other off.

 

‘Two’ Screams the crowd…

 

‘Three’

 

‘Four’

 

Ash starts pounding the mat for the win and for someone to call it for the injured referee…Ash gets looks up disappointed and he sees Xero getting smacked by Bo in the corner with no remorse.

 

“This is just getting out of hand…I love it.”

 

“You’re just like NTD…disturbing behavior, thus not making it big time.”

 

The crowd starts booing like if there’s no tomorrow.

 

“What’s going on now?” Mark asked…getting tired of all these damn interruptions.

 

“I don’t know.”

 

TNT and Frost are both running down the ramp…the group known as Chilly Chilly Bang Bang are making their presence felt…tonight…They both duck right under the apron and at the same time lift it up to search for some things…Bo is now choking the living shit out of Xero and Ash is getting up to help him. The Chilly Bang brother’s both have steel chairs…they walk around the ring quietly…they see that Ash is about to help Xero and that’s when they slide in…the crowd are booing and trying to alert him that Frosty the Explosion is right behind. Ash stops, looks at the crowd who is pointing behind him…he shrugs in definition of not knowing what they’re trying to say…he then slowly begins to turn around and…

 

“Damn…Ash is out.”

 

“Cheaters…damn, this match doesn’t even concern them? I mean, this isn’t for the number one contendership of the tag team titles.”

 

“So…but damn…Ash is out.”

 

Bo heard the ruckus and turn around to see the team of Frost and TNT holding chairs and Ash on the mat, knocked out. They look at Bo and Bo smiles, leaving Xero exposed for the beating of a live time. Frost and TNT start walking to him, but TNT looks back at JD who is on his knees and about to get up. He contemplates of doing some more damage to JD, but decide not to and went to Xero…a chair shot knocks Xero out, and numerous shots to the body and head finished him off. Bo looks back and smiles…Bo then sees JD and he then points towards the referee…JD nods as he crawls towards the ref, he starts shoving him to wake up as Bo covers Ash…and of course, the referee wakes up, Chilly Frost bites leave the ring and Bo hooks the leg…the referee slowly goes towards Bo and by Ash’s shoulders…he starts to pound the mat.

 

‘O.N.E.’

 

‘T.W.O.’

 

‘T’

 

‘H’

 

‘R’

 

‘E’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The referee’s hand crashes the mat for the last count and signals for the bell.

 

‘Ding, Ding, Ding.’

 

“And the winner of this match, via pinfall…the team of Perfect Bo and Jay Dawg…Creative Control…”

 

Frost and TNT walk up the ramp as JD stares at TNT…Bo gives a pat on his shoulder and thank him for coming down…and that’s how the match ended.

 

“Damn cheaters…”

 

“I would love to argue with you…but we’re running out of time…”

 

“This isn’t over…”

 

“Yes it is…this match is…stay tune.”

 

End