Matches from ages past

[Secret Agent 0]

Well with my match all but finished and a night with nothing to do, i decided to surf through the old IGNWF boards and came across some intresting things. Namely some matches that might intrest a few.

 

Well this first one is a bit laughable, but here is Sacred trying to pose as a newb in the ML under the guise as "Bayawolf"

 

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Smoke from the opening pyros still loom but fans are cheering like crazy! They hold their signs up in hope to have then show on TV Cyclone Comet and Axis begin the show for this evening.

 

Comet: "Good evening folks for IGNML Mirage! Tonight we have an action pack show for you, featuring one of the best Main Events we've had in the Minor League where The gambling man, King of Hearts will defend his world title against Spark AND Adam the Red!"

 

Axis: "I don't like Hearts chance against those two impressive wrestlers, it will be a real credit to him if he prevails"

 

Comet: "True Axis but now its time for our first match for the evening, The impressive fan favourite Apoc-X faces the new boy n the Minor League, Bayawolf! Apoc-X has my vote of confidence to win because he has all the experience and I don’t like Bayawolf, that dastardly supervillian"

 

Axis: "You know I said I liked Bayawolf but after I've seen him a couple times, he really annoys you, like when I first saw you Comet"

 

Comet: " I am Cyclooooone Comet! And I defend the innocent and annoy no one!"

 

Axis: "Right yes…anyway, I am going for Apoc-X too. I know I said I liked Bayawolf because he has my old music but now I realise that there was a reason I changed my music…"

 

Comet: "Well its match time my friend so let's get started!"

 

Before the two competitors are announced, …….. hits to a BIG pop from the capacity crowd, on their feet greeting none other than Xero! He walks out smiling, waving to the crowd. He makes his way to the announce table for the evening.

 

Funyon: "Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome you're special guest announcer for this evening, Xeeeeerrroo!"

 

Xero sits down beside Comet and Axis. He shakes both their hands and puts on a headset.

 

Comet: "Let me be the first to welcome you to our lavish announce table Xero! Glad to have you here!"

 

Xero: "Thanks Comet always a pleasure. I'm looking forward to working beside you and Axis tonight, and seeing all these great matches!"

 

Axis: "Heh just as long as you don't get the urge to get involved"

 

Xero: "I'll try not too Axis, but if they touch me the slightest bit, I won't be able to control myself and anything might happen"

 

Comet: "I'll look forward to it Xero!"

 

The lights dim and the crowd cheer as "Heirate Mich" by Ramstein hits. A big red X appears on the Igntron. The intro of the song finishes and massive red pyros explode showering the entranceway with bright red fire. The fire subsides and there stands Apoc-X, flamethrower in hand. Shooting the flamethrower around, Apoc walks down to the ring. He ceases the firing and stores his favourite weapon under the ring for safekeeping. He slides into the ring and gets the crowd going by raising his arm in the air and shouting to them, they shout back in appreciation and cheer even louder.

 

Announcer: "The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Melbourne Australia, standing at 6'5" and weighing in at 256 pounds, Apooooooooc-X!"

 

Axis: "The man with the hot streak slides into the ring. I think he will continue with it tonight over the freshman Bayawolf."

 

Xero: "But always look for an upset from the new boys Axis."

 

At the top of the ramp, pyros shoot to the sky at both sides of the ramp and then "Take a look around" by Limp Bizkit hits to a small reaction from the crowd. He strides down the ramp, smiling at the crowds jeers and he slides into the ring. Limbering up for the match

 

Axis: "Bayawolf makes his entrance, although not as extravagant as Apoc-X"

 

Comet: "Just wondering Axis, Xero, doesn't Bayawolf reminds you of someone?"

 

Axis: "What do you mean Comet?"

 

Comet: "The height and build and his blue eyes, I know he reminds me of someone but I can't quite put my finger on it…"

 

Xero: "This is my first sight of Bayawolf and he faintly reminds me of someone from a while ago…"

 

Axis: "Let's just concentrate on the match shall we fellas?"

 

The announcer steps out the ring as Apoc and Wolf stare each other down. The bell sounds and the match starts. Wolf starts on the offence nailing Apoc with some right hands. He back Apoc into a corner. He begins to drive his shoulder into the abdomen of Apoc. Wolf climbs the turnbuckle and starts laying into Apoc with some stiff punches. The fans join in as Wolf pummels him, 1…..2…..3…..4…..5….6….but they stop and cheer as Apoc throws Wolf off the turnbuckle. Wolf climbs to his feet but gets knocked down with a clothesline from a stampeding X.

 

Xero: “I expected X to dominate but Wolf is battling like a real pro”

 

Comet: “That just adds to my suspicions…”

 

Wolf gets to his feet again but immediately gets whipped into the ropes by Apoc. Wolf ducks a clothesline attempt from Apoc and comes back off the far ropes and hits a headscissor Takeover on X! Wolf climbs over for a quick cover…1..No. X kicks out easily. Wolf tries to lock on an anklelock but Apoc, using his superior strength and kicks Wolf away towards the ropes. X gets up quickly and runs at Wolf but Bayawolf counters, backtossing Apoc over the ropes to the outside!

 

Axis: “Great match, real heated contest so far.”

 

Xero: “Apoc has the weight advantage but it looks like Wolf has more experience than we thought”

 

Comet: “How can he dominate Apoc-X like this? It doesn’t make sense…”

 

Wolf smiles as he sees Apoc get to his feet, a little shaken but overall fine. Wolf invites Apoc back into the ring, free of attack. Apoc is hesitant but does slide back in. Wolf breaks his promise and starts stomping away at X!

 

Comet: “That dishonest evildoer!”

 

Axis: “Great strategy though Comet”

 

Comet: “It’s just not right Axis!”

 

Axis: “If my memory serves me correctly I recall you brutalizing Simon Flare Comet, isn’t that a bit worse…”

 

Comet: “T-t-that was my duty! I did it for the people!”

 

Axis: “Sure Comet…”

 

Wolf stomps away, regardless of what the ref tells him to do. The ref after time has to physically pull Wolf off. Wolf gets in the refs face, spit flying everywhere! Apoc gets to his feet and nails Wolf from behind with a big forearm. Unfortunately Wolf hits the ref by accident after stumbling forward. The ref lays out cold, as all weak refs do. Apoc goes to pick up Wolf but Wolf counters with a low blow!

 

Xero: “Ouch, doesn’t look like Apoc will be dancing tonight.

 

Axis: “Where’s Wolf going?”

 

Wolf slides out the ring and with the ref still down, looks under the ring and pulls out a lead pipe! He slides back in and stalks the fallen Apoc. Apoc slowly gets to his feet, a little ginger after the painful low blow. He turns to Wolf only to see Wolf swipe at him with the pipe!

 

Axis: “This could be it! Wolf took advantage of the ref being down to knock out Apoc-X with the pipe!”

 

Xero: “He certainly knows what he’s doing, right Comet?”

 

Comet: “grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”

 

Wolf wakes up the ref and covers Apoc, the ref slowly counts, 1….2.No! Apoc kicked out of the pipe shot!

 

Comet: “Yeah go Apoc-X! Kick Wolf’s ass!”

 

Wolf looks at the ref in disbelief, sure he had the match won. He gets back to the match and picks Apoc up. He applies a behind waist lock and tries for a German Suplex but Apoc keeps his footing. Wolf tries again but to no avail. Apoc counters the suplex attempt with a kick to the groin! He turns around and picks Wolf up in a vertical suplex! He holds him in the air but a couple of seconds before dropping him in his back!

 

Xero: “Nice suplex! You just can’t keep Apoc down!”

 

Comet: “Haha, Wolf is hurting! This is funny!”

 

Axis: “Settle down Comet…”

 

Apoc picks up Wolf after the suplex. He attempts a whip into the ropes but Wolf reverses it into one of his own. Apoc comes back off the ropes and gets brought to thew ground with a drop toe hold, and then Wolf follows it up with an Anklelock!

 

Axis: “Wolf got the Anklelock on again! It could be all over!”

 

Comet: “No! Go Apoc, the fans are behind you, reach the ropes man!”

 

Apoc must hear Comet’s encouragement because he struggles towards the ropes, just a few centimetres away from the bottom rope but Wolf sees it and pulls Apoc back into the middle of the ring! Bayawolf pulls away at the ankle of Apoc-X. Apoc once again tries for the ropes and this time…gets there!

 

Comet: “He got to the ropes!”

 

Axis: “What a fight this is!”

 

Xero: “Just imagine what the other matches will be like, the main event will be ten times better than this!”

 

The ref pulls off after the mandatory 3 count. Wolf scowls at the ref before picking Apoc up once again. He whips him into the ropes but Apoc reverses it into a short arm clothesline! Wolf twirls back up quickly but Apoc knocks him back down with a BIG right hand! Bayawolf gets up once again but that’s a bad idea because Apoc kicks him in the gut and plants his head down on the mat with a DDT!

 

Xero: “That was a sweet DDT!”

 

Apoc makes the quick cover, 1….2..No. Wolf kicks out. Apoc picks him up and starts battering him with right hands into the corner. Apoc whips him into the opposite corner, where Wolf bounces off after hitting so hard. Apoc charges and kicks him in the face with a big boot! Bayawolf holds onto his face, feeling like he’ll have a permanent boot mark on his face. Apoc waits for Wolf to get up. Wolf gets up and Apoc kicks him in the gut and tries for a Stunner but Wolf counters it, punching Apoc into the ropes. Apoc comes back off the ropes; Wolf jumps onto his shoulders and nails him with a Hurricarana!

 

Axis: “Wow, what a move! Apoc could have sealed the match with a stunner but Wolf to his credit countered and nailed Apoc-X with a Hurricarana!”

 

Comet: “This is a good match to start the show, but hopefully Apoc-X can come back and beat Wolf”

 

Xero: “Looks like the fans have it in for Wolf right now! Just listen to that chant!

 

Xero is right, the fans start chanting, WOLF SUCKS! WOLF SUCKS! But Wolf is unphased by the crowds taunts and even smiles and waves to them! Wolf gets his mind back on the match because Apoc is already on his feet. Wolf charges at him and tries to smack him in the face with a flying forearm but Apoc ducks it. Wolf keeps on going and bounces off the ropes but is meet with a kick to the stomach from Apoc. Apoc turns him around and grabs him in a reverse suplex position. He lifts him high in the air, just about ready for the Apocaplex!

 

Axis: “This could be it, if he hits this move it will be all she wrote for Bayawolf!”

 

Xero: “True Axis because this is as powerful move as I have ever seen!”

 

Comet: “Yes! Apoc has this match in the bag!”

 

Axis: “ I wouldn’t speak so soon Comet! Look!”

 

Wolf reverses the move, falling behind Apoc. He grabs X by the arms and turns him over. He jumps in the air and falls backwards on top of Apoc, hitting the Fade to Black. He takes a little time to recover from the move but Wolf crawls over and makes the cover. 1……2……3! Wolf pinned Apoc-X! The rookie wins it by a hair!

 

Comet: “Noooooooooooo! That can’t be right!”

 

Axis: “Bayawolf wins his first Minor League match. Beating the impressive Apoc X!”

 

Xero: “What a great way to start his Minor League career! I think he’s destined for big things!”

 

Comet: “Damn that Bayawolf! I hope someone beats his ass someday!”

 

Xero: “Settle down Comet! It’s just a game! Well a very important game.”

 

Comet: “grrrr fine…”

 

Wolf has his hand raised by the ref and Wolf smiles to the crowd, who in return boo the hell out of him. He leaves the ring and walks up the ramp a victorious man.

 

Axis: “Well this match is now in the books, come back after the commercial break for more IGNML Mirage!”

 

Xero: “And more me!”

 

The Mirage logo appears and Mirage fades into a commercial break.

[Secret Agent 0]

Here goes another that should make Judge Mental cream. This is the earliest match i could find by this individual.

 

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The camera pans around the packed coliseum, showing fan after fan... one fan has a sign saying DON'T LEAVE US COMET! Another has a picture of Grand Slam hitting Jay Dawg with his bat, and the caption GOING, GOING, GONE! The camera completes its tour of the arena and returns to the announce table, where NTD and Curry are sitting. Thankfully the announce table is over waist high.

 

NTD: And we are back folks! We just witnessed a hellacious battle between two warriors, but there could only be one winner!

Curry: GoldenEye and the Shadow put on one hell of a show NTD!

NTD: Yeah... but something was missing...

Curry: Don't you mean something *wasn't* missing?

NTD: You can read me like a book!

Curry: You are a sad, strange little man. Anyway, we have an exciting match for you now... a fourway elimination match featuring some of the best and brightest newcomers in the JL! Each of these men want to be able to take that next step toward recognition in the JL, and tonight is their first opportunity.

NTD: Oh great... another four jobbers to eat up excess time at Wrath. What, couldn't we find enough trained monkeys to fill up the card?

Curry: You know, just because they're new doesn't mean they are completely horrible...

NTD: Really?

Curry: Well... umm... Funyon's got the mike... this one is ready to get started!

 

Funyon is standing in the center of the ring. He clears his throat and begins...

 

Funyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a fourway elimination bout! Any participant may be eliminated by the usual means, and once they are eliminated they must return to the back. Introducing first, from Calgary.... Alberta, Canada (Funyon shakes his head slightly), he stands 6'3'' and weighs 235 lbs, he is "The Fan," Matt Baron!!

 

The Fan appears at the top of the entry way, mike in hand. The crowd is restless, wanting the match to start...

 

TFMB: That's right you cretins (major heat)... no pyro! No music! No f*cking special effects in my f*cking intro movie! (huge heat) I AM A WRESTLER, not a VJ on MTV! Watch this if your attention span lets you!

 

Curry: Well, the Fan hasn't exactly picked up any of his own there... wait a second...

 

On the TitanTron appears grainy footage, showing footage from the other participants' indy matches! Blown spots, tap outs, every major injury is right there on the screen... incredibly critical match commentary can be heard over the speakers as the Fan walks to the ring.

 

NTD: Is it that wise to antagonize ALL the participants in this match?

Curry: He's just starting mind games.. he's letting the others know that he has their number already, even though they've never met!!

 

The Fan slides into the ring, and goes to stand at a ringpost, handing off the mike as Funyon continues...

 

Funyon: Introducing second, from Dayton, Ohio, he stands 6 ft tall and weighs 221lbs... he is the original Gambling Man, the King of Hearts!!

 

A large King of Hearts appears on the TitanTron, spinning... a soft female voice says, "Are you a gambling man...?" The stage explodes in a burst of red pyro, and an instrumental guitar driven "Don't Fear the Reaper" sounds through the arena as the King appears. Head bobbing, he walks down the ramp confidently, eyes panning the crowd, who are popping relatively well for a rookie wrestler.

 

Curry: We've already heard quite a bit from this youngster, and he hasn't even had a match before tonight!

NTD: I've heard enough to last a lifetime. Time to see if he can walk the walk!

 

The Gambling Man suddenly sights somebody sitting on the aisle holding a sign with a large Queen of Hearts on it! Laughing, he goes over to her and pulls his trademark card out, signs it, and gives her a kiss on the cheek as she turns bright red! The crowd pops like an over-filled balloon! He smiles while handing her the card, says something, and walks toward the ring once again. He slides under the ropes, and stands in the center of the ring for a moment, before going over to The Fan...

 

Curry: Uh oh... we may not need to wait for the other two to get this started...

 

The King extends his hand, as The Fan looks shocked!

 

NTD: Huh? What the hell is this!?!

Curry: I think he's introducing himself!

NTD: There's no place for that here! That's why we pay Funyon!

 

The Fan looks doubtful, but holds his hand out anyway. They shake, the King smiling all the time. They release and the Gambling Man walks back to a separate corner and waits the other participants... Matt Baron puts his hand to his forehead and can be seen quite clearly to be mouthing , "The man's an idiot."

 

NTD: I couldn't agree more!

 

Funyon: Introducing third, he hails from Melbourne, Australia... he stands 6'5", and weighs 255 lbs. He is.... Apoc X!!!

 

The lights darken and the arena is filled with green spotlights. "Breathe" by Prodigy starts blasting out of the speakers and Apoc X walks out. He stands at the top of the entry ramp for a moment...

 

Curry: My god... look how intense Apoc X appears! He looks like he has half a mind to destroy the ring and everything in it!

NTD:That's why he's here Curry! He's spicy!

Curry: NO, he is not. Shut up.

 

Apoc X raises one hand in the air, and the fans scream their approval of this young warrior!

 

Curry: I haven't seen our last participant yet, but I'd have to say that Apoc X has the advantage here... he's got size and strength on both the Fan and the Gambling Man!

NTD: The same thing appears to have occurred to them Curry!

 

The camera flashes back to the ring, where the King and Matt Baron can be seen talking, nodding, and flashing significant glances at Apoc X.

 

Apoc X strides purposefully down to the ring, slides under the bottom rope, and glares at the other two men. He scowls for a moment, before going to a neutral corner, and talking some trash to the Fan.

 

NTD: I take it Apoc X saw the Fan's entrance. Hah!

 

Funyon: And finally, introducing last, from New York, New York and escorted to the ring by the Frangetta... he stands 6'1" and weighs 237 lbs... he is Tony Bananas!

 

A brief burst of pyro goes off, and Tony is standing on the stage, accompanied by the Frangetta... sneering cockily, he makes his way to the ring.

 

NTD: This guy doesn't have any music either? What, did they shoot the music guy backstage?

Curry: Make no mistake NTD, this man has the look of somebody who prefers to do his work without observation, somebody who knows how to get it done quickly and cleanly. Now that all our combatants are out, let me share what I know of them with the folks at home. This should be a great match folks, we've got two high flyers in the King of Hearts and Tony Bananas, but they are different breeds... Tony's faster, King takes more punishment. We've got a mat tactician in the Fan. And to top it off, we've got a powerhouse brawler in Apoc X. This is quite literally anybody's game.

 

Tony slides into the ring and goes to the unclaimed corner, as the ref begins to explain the rules. Everyone nods, and Funyon leaves the ring as the bell sounds!

 

DING DING!

 

NTD: This match is officially underway folks! Let's see what these rookies can do!

 

Apoc X immediately makes a beeline for the Fan, swinging a big forearm at his chest...the Fan ducks it quickly, and catches Apoc in an armbar takedown! The Fan releases the hold quickly, smiling condescendingly as Apoc gets to his feet.

 

Curry: Nice move by Matt Baron, there. It's a little too early for that level of cockiness though... he better be careful!

 

Meanwhile, Tony Bananas and the King of Hearts have met in the middle of the ring, exchanging hard right hands. Neither seems to be able to get the edge; they're too evenly matched. Tony eventually begins to back the King back toward the ropes with a series of knife edge tops, then leans into him and whips the King toward the far ropes! KoH bounces off the far ropes as Tony goes for a back body drop... leap frog by the Gambling Man to avoid the blow.. the King bounces off the near ropes, and is met by a brutal standing dropkick from Tony! KoH appears momentarily stunned... meanwhile, in the far turnbuckle Apoc has managed to confine the Fan near the ropes where he can't exercise as many complicated moves...

 

NTD: It's in an environment like that that the brawler shines through! The Fan has got to be wondering what he did to deserve this mugging!

 

Apoc X levels kick after kick to the gut of the Fan... Matt Baron is slumped back against the turnbuckle, seemingly powerless to resist the onslaught of the big man... the Fan's legs give out, and he sits down in the corner, only to have Apoc X rain a series of stomps down on him! Apoc X, having thoroughly pounded the Fan, takes a moment to raise his arms above his head and roar like a beast, as the crowd goes wild!

 

At the other side of the ring, the Gambling Man is still somewhat woozy after that dropkick... sensing the advantage, Tony shoves his head between his legs and signals for the Powerbomb! Tony grabs the King in a gutwrench and flips him up, but the King continues the roll, and lands behind Tony on his feet! As he turns to mount some offense of his own, he is levelled by a stiff clothesline thrown by Tony Bananas!

 

NTD: That was an example of out of the frying pan...

Curry: Things are not looking good so good for the Gambling Man... the two cruiserweights are fighting like animals NTD... where is their technique? Cruiserweights can't be effective brawlers!

 

The Fan slowly manages to stand up, using the ropes as support... Apoc seems to be measuring him up for something, as he rushes in with a big boot! The Fan, lightning-quick, grabs ahold of the leg and reverses the kick into a vicious dragon screw legwhip! Baron keeps holding onto that leg as Apoc goes down, an expression of pain on his face! Baron begins to drop his knee down onto the back of Apoc's knee, once, twice, three times!

 

NTD: Sound strategy by the Fan there... if he can remove Apoc's vertical base, he can negate a lot of the brawler's more effective attacks!

 

Tony continues to press his advantage with the Gambling Man, dragging him to his feet and attempting to whip him into the ropes, only to have it reversed... Tony Bananas sails into the Fan at full speed!

 

Curry: The Fan did not look happy about that!

 

Tony, saying something, points back toward KoH, who is taking the opportunity to catch his breath... the Fan doesn't seem to care though as he begins to alternate blows with Tony! Bananas is being rocked back by the force of the Fan's punches, taking his first serious punishment of the match... Tony catches one of the Fan's punches, and uses it to propel him into the ropes... the Fan bounces back, and is caught by Tony's Lou Thesz press!! Tony lands a few punches of opportunity before lifting the Fan up again by his head and whipping him, short reversal by Tony, then an amazingly fast DDT sends the Fan back down to the canvas! The Fan quickly rolls out of the ring, to catch his breath.

 

Curry: The tide was rising against the Fan there... but Tony is still in the ring, and he's the only one standing under his own power! Apoc is favoring that leg, and the King of Hearts is leaning against the turnbuckle! The Fan better be careful though, you CAN be eliminated from this match via countout!

 

The ref begins his count as Tony looks over his opposition, before deciding who to go after next...

 

1... Tony moves back over to KoH, who looks at him resignedly... Bananas walks toward him steadily.

 

2... They engage, trading hard rights again... KoH seems to have the upper hand at first. Apoc gets to his feet fully, and begins to walk gingerly toward the melee, keeping his eye out for the Fan, who is waiting outside to get his breath back.

 

3...

 

4... KoH lands a quick kick to the gut of Tony, who doubles over... he runs to the adjacent ropes, and crashes his leg down on the back of Tony's neck with a devastasting scissor kick! Tony is down, as Apoc X arrives on the scene! The King and Apoc size each other up for a moment...

 

5... The Fan slides back into the ring on the far side, and the count is broken. The King and Apoc turn to look at him... all is quiet in the ring for a moment, save for the groan of pain from Tony.

 

Apoc and KoH nod at each other, and Apoc runs toward the Fan at full tilt while the Gambling Man continues to punish Tony! The Fan drops and catches Apoc in a drop toe hold that has his head snap off the second rope!

 

NTD: That has gotta hurt! What is the Fan doing there now? And what is up with the Gambling Man and Apoc? Are they working together?

 

Matt Baron keeps a hold of Apoc's leg, and begins to twist it around into some sort of submission move...

 

Curry: This could be it for Apoc folks! The Fan is applying the Merchandise, his Sharpshooter variant!

 

The Fan smiles evilly as he begins the turn to lock the Merchandise in, but his face quickly changes from malice to frustration as he is unable to turn Apoc over! Apoc is fighting him with all his strength!

 

Curry: That move is devasting to the legs, where Apoc has already been hurt, but its real power is in the lower back... if the Fan can't lock it in, there's no way that the powerhouse Apoc will submit!

 

The King looks over to the melee on the other side of the ring from where he has been raining knees and elbows on the prone Tony Bananas... seeing the situation, he walks over calmly and taps the Fan on the shoulder...

 

NTD: What the hell?!?

 

The Fan breaks the hold in surprise, but before he can turn around the King of Hearts grabs him in an inverted face lock, and drives him into the canvas with a diving reverse DDT!

 

Curry: Sudden shift of momentum in this surprisingly good match! It's still to early to call!

 

KoH begins to stomp away on the torso of the Fan, as Apoc gets to his feet, favoring his leg even more than before. Apoc punches the Fan in the face, as the ref admonishes him. Tony begins to get to his feet unnoticed, as KoH and Apoc punish the Fan. Apoc lifts Baron by the head and locks him in a front facelock, only to turn and land a devastasting falling neckbreaker!

 

NTD: Oh my... that has got to be it for the Fan... nobody can take that level of punishment.

 

Apoc goes for the cover with a lateral press...

 

1...

 

2...

 

Kickout at 2 and 1/4! Apoc looks at the ref slightly askew, slapping his hand to the mat three times.

 

KoH shrugs and goes back to work on the Fan, landing more stomps to the Fan's already hurt ribs! Apoc looks at the both of them for a moment, and then longer at the King... Suddenly, Apoc blasts the Gambling Man with a firm kick to the stomach, then again, then again! Apoc X grabs the doubled-over KoH in a gutwrench, and then lifts him high above his head in a military press!

 

Curry: Amazing strength by Apoc there! Looks like the cruiserweight is gonna fly alright, but not under his own power!

 

NTD: He's gonna drop the King on the Fan like a ton of bricks! That'll get a pinfall on both of em!

 

Apoc X showboats for a moment, demonstrating his strength to the crowd who have obviously taken to him... when out of nowhere, a reenergized Tony Bananas spears him right in the solar plexus and puts him down! The King of Hearts is thrown backwards by the momentum, right out of the ring over the ropes, landing hard in front of the announce table... and not moving...

 

Curry: Oh my God! Oh my God!!! The youngster's been killed!

NTD: What a bump! He's stirring now Curry... he'll live! But... damn!

Crowd: IGN! IGN! IGN! IGN!

NTD: The ref is starting the count, but it looks like Tony is going up top... the King of Hearts may have company outside soon, but not the good kind!

 

Tony Bananas climbs the turnbuckle and makes a wide circle to the audience with this arms before launching himself into the air... and nailing the King with a SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE!

 

Crowd: Holy Sh*t! Holy Sh*t!

 

Curry: The King of Hearts is down, he's done, it's over! There is no way he'll get up from this! The ref may as well count to 300!

 

The referee begins the count on both men as Tony gingerly gets up and walks toward the ring apron.

 

1... Tony kneels down and lifts the ring apron...

 

NTD: Uh oh... looks like Tony is planning on taking care of the King of Hearts permanent-like, with a little help from a foreign object!

 

2... Apoc X and the Fan are stirring now... Tony pulls a guitar case out from under the ring!

 

Curry: I'm almost afraid to ask what's in that case, but we'll find out soon enough! Tony better make sure he doesn't get himself disqualified! Luckily for him, the ref is busy looking at the carnage that used to be the Gambling Man!

 

3... As Tony prepares to go back to the King, a hand reaches out from under the ring and grabs his foot!

 

Curry: Who the hell is that? What are they doing there under the ring?

 

Another hand appears, and Tony is pulled under the ring, dropping his guitar case!

 

4... The Fan gets to his feet in the ring, as the sounds of a struggle under the ring begin to escalate... the apron flaps back and forth with violent movement. KoH groans loudly and rolls over weakly.

 

Curry: What is happening under there? Get somebody out here!

 

5... Tony's ring escort, the Frangetta, dives under the ring trying to help Tony Bananas! The sounds of struggle lessen, then renew again.

 

6.. KoH struggles to his knees before falling down again. The ring shakes slightly from the conflict going on under it, and the Fan starts putting the boot in to Apoc X, who had gotten to his knees...

 

Curry: Why doesn't the ref do something? This should be a disqualification for somebody!

NTD: I don't think the ref saw the hands Curry... he thinks Tony went under there of his own volition!

Curry: So he's an idiot.

 

7... There is no sound, no motion coming from under the ring any longer... the Fan and Apoc X are going at it hammer and tongs in the ring, exchanging chops, with Apoc seemingly getting the better of it... KoH crawls toward the ring

 

NTD: The Gambling Man is up! What a display of fortitude!

Curry: Will you shut up? Everyone is worried about Tony right now... what is happening under there?

 

8... KoH reaches up to the apron, grasping it with one hand as the conflict between the Fan and Apoc heats up... the Fan throws a left hand which Apoc ducks and grabs before locking in a full nelson... and planting the Fan with a tailbone-shattering full nelson drop!

 

NTD: What a move by the big man! We may have an actual pinfall here soon...

Curry: Get somebody out here now, before Tony Bananas is cost this match by this travesty!

 

9... Apoc reigns supreme in the ring! KoH pulls himself up, looking as if every movement is excruciating, but he's made it to his feet... Apoc sees him, and gestures for the King to bring it on... the King slides into the ring, just making it under the ropes when...

 

10!... the ref signals for the bell! Apoc rushes over to the King and begins to pound him with stomps and double ax handles to the back!

 

DING DING DING! Funyon picks up the mike...

 

Funyon: The first elimination is Tony Bananas, via count-out!

Curry: Now that ain't right!

NTD: You know Curry, sometimes you sound just like JR.

Curry: What the hell happened under there?

NTD: I think we're about to find out!

 

The ring apron rustles slightly, and Kung Fu Hippy and Hosho slide out, each with blood stained brass knuckles! They smile and raise thir arms for the crowd, who boos them like there is no tomorrow!

 

Curry: Why did he have to come out here and ruin a perfectly good match?!

NTD: Well, JR, Tony and KFH have been talking some smack about each other in the back... it was only a matter of time until one of them took it to the next level!

Curry: Stop calling me that. And that's no excuse! Get the paramedics out here now! God knows what that fool Hippy did to Tony and Frangetta! There is going to be hell to pay when Tony recovers... if he recovers...

 

KFH and Hosho ascend the ramp, pausing only at the top to yell at the crowd... the paramedics make their way down to the ring, as the action continue inside the ring in earnest! Apoc still is dominant, staggering both men with punches as either tries to gain an advantage over the seemingly unstoppable Apoc X! He plants both men with scoop slams in the middle of the ring, and goes for a pinfall on the weakened Gambling Man!

 

1...

 

2...

 

Apoc is pulled off weakly by the Fan... Apoc gets to his feet quickly, but is met with a knee to the gut by Matt Baron! Quick whip into the ropes... Apoc bounces off, and is caught in a quick DDT by the Fan!

 

NTD: I think Apoc's time is almost up! If those two guys know what's good for them, they'll team up on the bigger man and try to take out each other later!

Curry: That's not the real story here... look at the carnage left by KFH! Do you see the blood on Tony's face?

NTD: Let it go JR... we still have a match to call.

Curry: Grrrrrr.....

 

The paramedic are dragging Tony and the Frangetta to the back, as KoH gets to his feet and the Fan lifts Apoc up... he locks him in vertical suplex position before hooking the leg... textbook Fisherman's suplex!

 

NTD: Look at that! It doesn't get any better!

 

The ref slides into position for the count...

 

1...

 

2...

 

Kickout! Apoc kicked out!

 

Curry: Baron had that locked tight! How did he get out!?

 

KoH begins to drop knee after knee on the chest of Apoc, while the Fan works over his knees. Both men are seemingly united in their desire to get Apoc eliminated! KoH says something to the Fan, who nods quickly... KoH is going to the turnbuckle!

 

Curry: Is this wise considering the amount of punishment this youngster's already taken today?

NTD: Wise or not, it's going to happen!

 

The Gambling Man climbs up the turnbuckle and waits as the Fan gets in position for a side Russian leg sweep...Baron plants Apoc down hard, as KoH flies off the top rope and nails Apoc with a Superfly splash!!

The King covers for the elmination!

 

1...

 

2...

 

NO! Apoc kicks out again! He's bruised and weary but he will not give in! KoH pounds the mat in frustration as Apoc rises top his feet! The two smaller men continue to work Apoc over, determined to chop him down! Apoc will not fall, and actually seems to be fighting back, hard rights flying from him with brutal precision... until KoH nails a standing roundhouse dropkick which send the big man flying!

 

The Fan follows Apoc and stands by his legs... he's signalling for the Merchandise again!

 

NTD: No way Apoc gets out of this again! No way Especially since the Fan and the King are on the same page now!

Curry: We'll see... Apoc has enough heart for everyone in that ring...

 

Baron steps between Apoc's legs, crosses them, and turns the big man over! He cranks back, applying as much pressure as possible to the lower back and knee joint! Apoc screams in pain, but refuses to tap out... blood streams from his mouth from where he has bitten his tongue to prevent himself from submitting!

 

Curry: Apoc X isn't human! Noone can take that much punishment for that long without giving up!

 

The King of Hearts goes over to this scene of sadism, and begins to land stomps on Apoc's lower back, weakening it further!

 

Curry: What is he doing? That isn't right!

NTD: What little we know about the King of Hearts is that he values the rules and fairness... and the stipulations of this match allow this sort of behavior! He wants to win, just like the Fan!

 

KoH looks on for a moment longer, before getting down in Apoc's face for a moment and saying something...

 

NTD: What did he say? Did he say he was sorry?

 

The Gambling Man sits down on Apoc's middle back, and applies a Camel Clutch!

 

Curry: Oh my God! That has to be excruciating! Double team submission move, perfectly legal in this match! I don't think Apoc will walk again, after that display! His back, his legs...

 

Apoc screams out loud enough for the first several rows to hear... the ref is in his face, asking again and again if he submits, does he want out.... finally, after it's clear to him that the Fan and the King will keep this hold on him until he gives up or passes out from the pain he nods around KoH's hands, and the ref signals the bell and Funyon!

 

DING DING DING!

 

Funyon: The second elimination is Apoc X, via submission!

 

Curry: No one can fault that man's toughness, or his ability. He was trapped, and it wasn't worth his career!

NTD: That leaves us two men left to battle in this match... Matt Baron and the King of Hearts! Both men have taken punishment that would kill lesser men. Who will be left when the bell rings?

 

Apoc rolls out of the ring weakly, clasping his back and limping noticeably... a paramedic comes down to help him, and is shoved into the barricade for his trouble. The Fan and KoH are circling each other warily, each keenly aware of the other's abilities... the fans starts to heat up, finally exploding as the two men run at each other and lock up!

 

Curry: This is it folks... these are the last two men left in this brutal match that has witnessed more carnage, more bloodshed than 20 normal matches!

NTD: And it isn't over yet!

 

The first lock up is inconclusive, and breaks cleanly... the two men lock up again. This time the Fan gets the better of KoH and applies a standing side headlock, which he cranks in... KoH pushes him to the ropes and breaks free, sending the Fan across the ring... the Fan bounces off the ropes and flies back, catching a knee to the gut that flips him over!

 

Curry: I think we're gonna see a really good match here NTD... if they have the energy, and if the Fan has anything to say about it! He is a technical wrestling master! He's downright uptight about it!

 

KoH pulls the Fan to his feet, but the Fan with a burst of speed darts around and under the King, and catches him with a release Gargoyle Suplex! The Gambling Man is thrown across the ring like rag doll!

 

NTD: The Fan was playing possum! And the Gambling Man bought his bluff!

 

Baron lifts KoH up one more time and whips him into the ropes... he bounces back, right into a textbook powerslam! Baron is immediately up again and drops an elbow across the King's throat!

 

NTD: That'll do it! You're gonna need to dish out an awful lot of punishment awful quick to keep him down!

 

Matt Baron lifts the Gambling Man up again via an inverse front face lock, only to drop him down again into a reverse DDT! Then up once more, and an INVERTED REVERSE DDT! The Fan hooks the leg confidently and counts along with the ref...

 

1...

 

2...

 

3..NO! The King of Hearts kicked out somehow! The Fan's face has disbelief etched onto it!

 

Curry: WOW! Who knew that kid had so much in him? He looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over!

NTD: Well, he sure does now anyway.

 

The Fan is clearly angry as he lifts KoH up on more time... he goes behind him, hooks his arms, and turns KoH into an Impaler position... the King fights back weakly.

 

Curry: This will be a finisher folks! His head has taken enough damage as it is!

NTD: An Impaler would certainly finish this...

Curry: Isn't it called the Unprettier now?

NTD: I don't think we have the license to use either name, Curry.

Curry: Oh... double underhook reverse DDT then?

NTD: Well, isn't it more of a bulldog position really?

Curry: We are putting way too much thought into this.

 

The Fan still has it locked in, but it looks like KoH is fighting back now, with his back and leg strength.... bothe men are struggling, until the King lifts back with all his might and throws the Fan right over his back onto his neck!

 

Curry: MEXICAN STRETCH BOMB! What a counter by the youngster! I haven't seen that in ages! Both men are down now!

NTD: Isn't that move really called a Reverse Gory Special Bomb?

Curry: Shut up, you pantless freak.

 

The ref starts his ten count...

 

1...

 

2...

 

3... the Fan begins to stir...

 

4...

 

5... the Fan gets to his feet as the King starts to stir. The ref stops his count.

 

Baron punches the King over and over until the King stagger to his feet, and the Fan is met with one for his troubles... one, two, both men exchanging blows for 15 seconds until the King gets the better of it, and begins to force Matt Baron to the ropes. Whip in and Baron goes across the ring, King lays down and Baron shoots over him, KoH is back up and swings around Baron's body before taking him down with a swinging DDT! The Fan is face up on the canvas as the Gambling Man goes for a cover...

 

1...

 

2...

 

Kickout just after 2!!

 

Curry: These men are exhausted! They have just about thrown all they have folks... who the.... aw what now?!

NTD: uh oh... it just got a little hotter in here Curry!

 

Heat is running down the entry ramp, with a some sort of weapon in his hand!

 

NTD: What is that?

Curry: It's a bokken you uncultured twit! A hardwood Japanese practice katana, also used by the samurai to stop riots! It'll break bones easier than a steel chair or a baseball bat!

NTD: Well thank you Mr. Britannica!

Curry: I'm spicy!

 

The King of is standing at the ropes, yelling at Heat, who is currently just waving the weapon menacingly and smiling at ringside...

 

NTD: Heat answered the King of Heart's challenge last week with a steel chair that knocked the youngster for a loop... the kid's been waiting to get his hands on this evil technical genius since then!

 

The Fan, sensing the confusion, grabs the King's leg and rolls him up!

 

1...

 

2...

 

Mere nanoseconds before 3, KoH manages to wiggle out of it, and both men are rising to their feet... Heat has leapt up onto the ring apron and is yelling at the two participants, the ref chatising him vociferously.

 

NTD: Why hasn't Heat done anything yet??

Curry: Because he wants the kid to lose, NTD... and a disqualification for attacking him would give him a victory! Heat wants this kid beaten and broken before he gets to him!

 

The Fan and the King are brawling in the middle of the ring ,both men equally matched... until the Gambling Man is distracted by Heat's antics one more time, and the Fan lands a devastating standing enzuigiri! The King goes down like a bag of wet clothes! Matt Baron picks up the King by his hair and prepares to whip him into the ropes...

 

NTD: He's gonna whip the kid into Heat! The Fan knows his stuff... he's gonna force the issue and pick up the pieces!

 

Reversal by the King of Hearts whips the Fan into Heat!! Heat is sent sailing off the ring apron, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the barricade... The Fan stumbles a little, seemingly woozy!

 

Curry: The damn sword hit him on the way down! The ref didn't see it, and neither did the King of Hearts!

 

The Gambling Man catches the dizzied Baron, locks on the half nelson, and get into position..

 

Curry: We're about to see it folks... he calls this Jokers Wild!

 

With practiced grace the King of Hearts plows the Fan into the mat face first with a forward Russian leg sweep! He quickly rolls the Fan over, and hooks the leg...

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

DING DING DING!

 

Funyon: Your winner of this elimination match... the King of Hearts!

 

NTD: What an accomplishment by the youngster in his first match! Although really nobody who participated should be ashamed as they all did great!

Curry: Thank you PollyAnna... I wonder how he feels about what can only be termed a tainted victory...

 

The youngster gets to his feet slowly, as his opponent begins to stir... the King steps over to the ring ropes to check on Heat, who is holding his head and walking back toward the entry ramp... the Gambling Man signals for a microphone.

 

KoH: Heat! You think you can just flaunt the rules? You think you can just come and go as you please, interfering in matches? Well, just because Comet is leaving doesn't mean there ain't gonna be any law in this town. If you want to mess with any more matches, including mine, fine! I'll be there waiting. And this time I'll give YOU two choices... SHUT UP OR LOCK UP! (big pop from the crowd). That, my friend, you can bet on! (another pop)

 

Heat walks up toward the backstage with a smile on his face, with his arms wide open as if to say, "Anytime, boy." The Fan is getting up slowly behind the King, who turns to see him, and offers a hand. The Fan refuses him forcibly with a shove, and seems really p*ssed off!

 

Curry: What are they arguing about?

NTD: The Fan keeps gesturing to his head... I think he's telling the King about the sword!

Curry: Uh oh... more controversy. That's all we need. In any event they'll get this wrapped up or kill each other relatively quickly, but we have a schedule to keep! Coming up next, we've got Billy Jack Hane Jr. wrasslin' with Supreme of Smack! Stay tuned, this card is just getting started!

[Guest Thoth]

KoH debuted in a match with a guy named Tony Bananas?

 

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[Secret Agent 0]

Well here is another one i dug up. It isn't the stand out to be all match but i thought it was a pretty damn good match at that. It's not too old though, about a year or so ago. A short time before Strangler was bumped to the WF i persume.

 

Heres the setup for this match:

CHAIN ROPES MATCH - send to emilvandro

Ash Ketchum vs. The Boston Strangler

Guest Commentator: Brimstone

-Brimstone is not in action tonight, and you know why? He got his finger caught in the refrigerator door after getting a beer. Poor guy. With a serious injury like this, the world champion sees no reason to endanger himself with wrestling tonight, and thus he's resigned himself over to the commentator's table, to watch as his two remaining rivals, Ash and the Boston Strangler, go toe to toe. On Blackout, Ash tore LDP apart for reasons unknown, his rage against RSR and Brimstone overcoming him and leading to burst of hardcore madness in the steel-cage/steel-chair match. Also on Blackout, the Boston Strangler interfered against RSR over and over again, helping K-Os and routing them in the tag against The Others. Two dangerous opponents, and RSR continues to, in the interest of fairness, pit them against each other. Thanks to some sadistic ingenuity, the boys of RSR have arranged for each of the ring ropes to be replaced with a length of thick steel chain for this match and this match only. It was steel that Ash used to take out LDP. Can he use it once more to take out The Boston Strangler on his blind crusade towards RSR? Or is that even the best course of action? Tension abounds, and so do standard DQ rules. Aside from the chains, DQ and count-out rules are in full effect.

 

-This match took place on a card for IGNRSR: Chaos. The angle that could have and should have but ended up ending rather quickly due to a sizable no show and me having to make a quick exit from the league when I first got a promotion at work and started having to work about 80+ hours a week. Anyways just so it doesn't confuse those who were not here, Red Storm Rising took over the JL and put Ash and Strangler into this match.

 

Too bad i never got to end this massive storyline the way i had planned, maybe someday i shall be able to tell how it was supose to end, until then enjoy this match from TBS

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As the fans in the Pyramid continue to stare up at the ceiling, trying to figure out why the hell their building is in the shape of a pyramid, the ring workers drag out the last of the long links of heavy metal chain, pulling them along the ground toward the suddenly odd-looking ring. One of the ring workers trips, prompting a “You ****ed up!” chant from the ever-loving Tennessee crowd, and the rest ignore him, frantically getting the ring set up for the main event. Finally, the ring crew gives a thumbs up to the announce table, and the stage lights come back up as the announce team cuts in.

 

“Hola! Durante esta noche, muchos cosas muy interesante…”

 

“Si, porque Red Storm Rising tiene c…”

 

Suddenly, a loud pop goes over the announce system, causing the fans to cover their ears. As quickly as it began, the noise ends, and is replaced by the more familiar tones of Axis and Bobby Riley.

 

“Sorry about the technical mixup there, folks. BR here decided it would be fun to go over to the sound board and ‘see what all the pretty buttons did’!”

 

“Hey, no harm done! It’s all good, Axis! And you know what else is good, Axis? And no, I’m not talking about strudel!”

 

“What would that be, BR?”

 

“Red Storm Rising, that’s what! What a great organization we work for!”

 

“And let the mindless propaganda continue…”

 

“Axis, I hope you haven’t become too attached to your pretty little job, because you can’t criticize our bosses and hope to keep it!”

 

“Well, our ‘bosses’ have once again run rampant on Crim…Chaos, with RSR doing whatever they please. But now, we see the two greatest enemies of Red Storm Rising, the former champion Boston Strangler taking on the leader of X Force 9, Ash Ketchum!”

 

“And RSR won’t need to interfere in this one, since these two aren’t big fans of each other! Strangler beat Ash, along with SoS, at Code Red to earn himself a title shot! After that, Strangler declared war on the stables of the JL, and Ash, being a leader of one of them, has had to deal with a good deal of friction with the Strangler!”

 

“Tonight, in a sick, twisted plot from RSR, these two men will be forced to compete in a Chain Ropes match, where the normal ring ropes have been replaced with heavy steel chains! And to make sure things go ‘smoothly’, our J…RSR Champion, Brimstone, will be on hand to do commentary with us. Oh joy!”

 

“Having Brimstone down here is noth…”

 

Before BR can get started, “Wherever I May Roam” begins blaring over the sound system, and the fans come to their feet, booing like crazy, as Brimstone appears amidst a huge explosion, prompting Funyon to slide into the ring, and hastily bring the mic to his lips.

 

“First, making his way to the announce table for guest commentary, he is the JL Champion, the leader of Red Storm Rising….BRIMSTOOOOOONE!”

 

With his title belt shining wildly, the fire reflecting off every inch of gold, Brim begins to walk down the ramp, taking his time. Finally, the JL Champ, and RSR leader, makes his way to the announce table, where he takes BR’s seat, which has been vacated for the occasion. BR scurries off in the direction of Funyon’s post to grab his vacant chair, while Brim sits down, and fits his headset on.

 

“Axis, good to see you again. Glad to be here with you folks.”

 

“My mother always taught me that if I couldn’t say something nice, then I shouldn’t say anything at all, so forgive me if I’m a little quiet around you tonight.”

 

“Don’t worry, Axis. Sooner or later, everyone will realize that Red Storm Rising is the future of this business. It won’t be a choice, but rather an inevitability.”

 

Riley comes jogging back over, panting slightly from his mad dash for Funyon’s unoccupied chair. “Well, good to see you two getting along so well!”

 

“Shove it, Riley!” says Axis, with a scowl on his face. “Now if only this match would get underway…”

 

 

As if hearing Axis’ words, “Fat Lip” kicks up over the PA, and Ash Ketchum appears on the ramp, Misty in tow. The fans respond with a wave of cheers, although noticeably more subdued than usual, and continue the ovation as Ash, two fingers raised in the air in victory, starts to make his way down to the ring.

 

“This match is a CHAIN ROPES MATCH, and it is scheduled for ONE FALL! FIRST, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 250 POUNDS, being accompanied by Misty, ASH….KEEEEEEEETCHUM!”

 

“It looks like the fans don’t know quite what to make of Ash tonight, BR. After he beat the living hell out his ‘friend’ LDP on Metal…”

 

“Ahem!” Brimstone clears his throat rather loudly, while staring directly at Axis.

 

“Forgive me, ‘Blackout’. Anyway, after Ash’s horrific actions, one has to question his loyalty to LDP, and the rest of X Force 9!”

 

“See Axis, Ash is a spiteful, vicious, hateful little man! That’s what I’ve been telling you all along!” says BR, with a look of intensity on his face. “That little Pokebitch should be kicked out of the league!”

 

Brimstone buts in, cutting off Axis’ retort. “BR, maybe if things go well here tonight, that could be arranged…”

 

“WOOHOO!”

 

Suddenly, “Godzilla” hits over the PA, signaling the arrival of the Boston Strangler. Brimstone’s small grin immediately morphs into an evil, hateful look, watching his enemy begin to walk down the ramp. The fans give Strangler a warm ovation, although not nearly as warm as Ash’s, as he makes his way down to the ring.

 

“And the other competitor, from BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, weighing in at 294 POUNDS, he is THE BOSTON….STRRRRRRRRAAAANGLER!”

 

“Now THIS little prick may be out of a job sooner than later. Maybe he’ll be joining LDP on the suspended list, or maybe I’ll do the entire league a favor, and put him on the injured list” growls Brimstone, still staring directly at the Strangler.

 

“I agree completely! This is just another case of some jealous little prick who lost his title, and can’t handle it! He won’t leave Red Storm Rising alone! There has to be a law against that or something!”

 

“BR, I believe you know all the laws regarding to stalking” retorts Axis, with a grin forming on his face.

 

“That was a COMPLETE misunderstanding! I was never convicted!”

 

Strangler finally makes his way to the ring, where he slides under the bottom chain, causing the entire ring to come alive with the sound of chains bouncing off of one another. Strangler hops to his feet, tosses his sunglasses out of the ring, and begins to remove his trenchcoat when Ash comes flying out of his corner and slams into Strangler with a right forearm, sending the Bostonian stumbling backwards. The crowd comes to their feet as the referee calls for the bell to signal the start of the main event.

 

DING DING DING!

 

“Ash is coming out swinging here. And not a bad strategy, because if Strangler can be overtaken early, it makes things that much harder for him!”

 

“Thank you, Professor Einstein!” declares Riley, with more than a hint of sarcasm. “Hey, Brim, think there’s any chance that you could hook me up with a new play-by-play man?”

 

Ash continues to go after Strangler, laying into the surprised big man with right hand after right hand. Finally, Ash backs Strangler into a corner, and begins laying into Strangler with both hands, slamming rights and lefts into the abdomen of Strangler. He pauses for a moment, then slams his palm into the Strangler’s ribcage, and quickly follows it up with a massive rising uppercut, sending the stunned Strangler sailing into the air a few feet. He comes back down, and rests on the turnbuckle as the crowd cheers Ash, who turns his back to the Strangler, and paces into the center of the ring.

 

“And Ash put all of his 250 pounds into that uppercut, which sent the Boston Strangler straight out of his shoes! That’s not an easy feat to accomplish, as Brimstone here will attest to!” Axis looks over at Brimstone, signaling for him to add something to his declaration.

 

“It’s easier than you think, Axis. Strangler isn’t that tough. I kicked his ass once, and I’ll do it again, assuming I think he’s a worthy opponent.”

 

“That’s the attitude, Brim! Strangler isn’t worthy! No one is worthy! I’m not worthy!”

 

As Riley begins bowing to Brimstone, Axis merely sighs, lowering his head into his hands. “Oh, brother.”

 

Ash turns back to the Strangler, who is still resting limply against the turnbuckle. Ash charges into the corner, his shoulder lowered, and drives himself straight into Strangler’s gut, sending his breath out of his lungs with a mighty WHOOSH! Strangler immediately drops to his knees, holding his stomach, as Ash bounces to the mat, and immediately hops back to his feet. Ash gives Strangler a hard kick to the side, sending Strangler toppling to one side like a redwood being chopped to the ground. As Strangler lies on his side, resting on the canvas, Ash immediately ducks under the nearest chain, and, taking care to balance himself on the chains, perches on the top rope, waiting for Strangler to get to his feet.

 

“Ash is looking to score big early! What’s he gonna do, BR?”

 

“I dunno! I’m not a damn psychic, you crazy Aussie!”

 

Strangler stumbles to his feet, still reeling from Ash’s surprise onslaught. He turns around hazily, searching for the hidden Pokemaniac, and then spies him launching himself from the top turnbuckle, looking to hit the Rocket Launch on him. Strangler quickly hits the mat, and rolls off to the side, leaving Ash with no target but the middle of the ring. He goes plowing into the canvas, a huge THUD! ringing throughout the arena, echoed by the vibrations of the chains, like little children laughing at Ash’s mistake. Ash rolls around on the ground, holding his right arm, as Strangler grabs ahold of the chain closest to him, and hauls himself to his feet, a refreshed look on his face.

 

“Well, Ash gambled there, and he lost! Strangler is now at an advantage, and Ash could be in for a world of pain now!”

 

“You see Axis, that’s Ash’s problem. He doesn’t think things through before he does them. He’s always running his mouth, and getting himself into more than he can handle. That’s why I’m a champion, and why Ash isn’t.” remarks Brimstone, the tone of his voice cold and calculating.

 

“See Axis? Brimstone is a brilliant champion! He’s SO much smarter than that stupid Boston Strangler, or the little Pokebitch!”

 

“Wonderful, BR. Simply wonderful.”

 

Strangler walks over to Ash, who is still rolling around on the ground, dazed from the huge impact. Strangler grabs ahold of Ash’s hair, and yanks him to his feet. Strangler, keeping a firm grip on the back of Ash’s neck, drags him over to the side of the ring, by the chains. Strangler grabs ahold of Ash’s right arm, which he’s favored since his fall, and twists it around the middle chain, causing Ash to suddenly scream out in pain, and start thrashing around, trying to free his arm.

 

“And Strangler is working over Ash’s arm. This really isn’t Strangler’s style, BR. Odd to see him using a more technical style than the brawling that we’re accustomed to.”

 

“Maybe the Boston Librarian there just wants to try something new, Axis!”

 

“What did you call him, BR?”

 

“He’s not evil enough to be a strangler, so I thought of the least-evil thing I could, which was a librarian! I’m SO SMART!”

 

“And the show has reached a new low.”

 

Ash continues to jump around like a fish out of water, trying to shake off the larger man to no avail. Finally, Strangler releases Ash’s arm, allowing the XF9 leader to drop to the mat. Strangler paces around the ring quickly as a small chorus of boos runs throughout the Pyramid, unhappy with Strangler’s actions toward their beloved hero. Strangler, as usual, blocks out the crowd, and walks right back over to Ash, who is getting himself back to his feet. Strangler immediately grabs ahold of Ash’s right shoulder, and yanks him back to a standing position, sending Ash’s face into a grimace of pain once again. Strangler takes advantage of Ash’s temporary distraction, and whips him toward the chains. Ash goes slamming into the metal chains, and immediately drops to the mat, holding his back in agony.

 

“And Strangler seems to know how to handle a chain, BR.”

 

“Well, when you’re a dirty, low-down, cheating SOB like Strangler is, you’d expect that, now wouldn’t you Axis? Brimstone agrees with me here, don’t you?”

 

“Strangler has never turned down an opportunity to take a shot at me with a weapon. Such hypocrisy from a man who ‘wants to make the league a pure place again’.”

 

Strangler, firmly in control, walks over to Ash, who is down on the mat on his back, still holding his injured right arm against his body. Strangler drops to the mat, and seizes Ash’s arm, twisting it into a hammerlock position, and using his leverage to force him to roll over onto his back. Ash tries to roll free, but is unable to escape the nearly 300-pounder’s grip. Strangler then stands up, slowly dragging Ash with him, with all the force being supported by Ash’s injured arm. Finally, Strangler has both of them in a standing position. Strangler sets himself, and before Ash can squirm free, Strangler flips his opponent around, spinning him around, so that Ash is bent over in front of him. Strangler quickly hooks Ash’s second arm, and drills him to the mat with the Lights Out, leaving Ash lying motionless, face-down, on the mat. Strangler quickly flips Ash onto his back, and hooks his leg as the referee drops to the mat.

 

“Cover attempt here!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

“And Ash kicks out after a two count. Strangler needs to do a little bit more work here before he can put down Ash.”

 

“Axis, I know from experience. It doesn’t take much to put Ash down” says a smirking Brimstone.

 

“BURN! Good one, my man! Hey, Ash! HEY! You want some ice for that BURN?”

 

“BR, he can’t hear you” explains Axis in an exasperated tone.

 

Strangler gets to his feet, and listens to some scattered boos coming from the audience. He pauses, and glances over toward the announce table, where he and Brimstone lock eyes, staring a hole into each other. Strangler finally breaks the gaze, and turns back toward Ash, only to be met by a low blow from a kneeling Ash. Strangler drops to HIS knees, and grabs his crotch as Ash gets to his feet, with a mixed reaction spilling forth from the crowd.

 

“BR, it sounds like Ash doesn’t have the full support of the crowd tonight. But who can blame them after that vicious beating that Ash laid on LDP, who is now UNFAIRLY SUSPENDED?”

 

“LDP should know better than to defy authority, Axis. And I don’t see why a loser like Ash ever had the support of the fans in the first place.”

 

“I always hated him, Brim! I always loved you! Go Brimstone!”

 

Ash brings himself to his feet, and immediately reaches down for Strangler, hoisting the still-stunned big man to his feet. Ash, still guarding his right arm, grabs onto Strangler’s head, and drops himself to the mat, slamming Strangler’s jaw directly into his skull. Strangler goes tumbling backwards, landing back-first on the mat as Ash hops back up, with a renewed look of determination on his face. As Strangler pulls himself up along the chains, Ash backs up to the other side of the ring, and pauses, waiting for Strangler to haul himself to his feet. Strangler gets to his feet, and as he turns to face Ash, the Pokemaniac slams into Strangler’s midsection with a huge spear, slamming Strangler into, and through, the chain ropes. The crowd pops for the giant spear, and watches as Strangler, who came to a stop on the ring apron, tries to get to his feet.

 

“Ash is now in control of this match! I haven’t seen Strangler reeling like this in a LONG time!”

 

“Um, Axis, there’s the guy sitting at the table next to us that kicked his ass for the title!”

 

“Yeah, him and the other four or five RSR members at ringside!”

 

“So?”

 

As Brimstone watches the two announcers yelling at each other, Ash walks over to the ring apron, where Strangler has managed to get up, but is still slightly woozy. Ash grabs ahold of Strangler’s head, and pulls down on his head, and keeps it pressed against the chain, pressing Strangler’s throat into the hard, unyielding metal.

 

“Hey, I thought the OTHER guy was the Strangler!” quips Brimstone, with a rare smile appearing on his face.

 

“Great one, Brim! You da man!”

 

“Forgive my partner, it’s not his fault that he has no spine…wait, yes it is! You suck!”

 

Ash finally releases Strangler, who remains leaning forward against the ropes. Ash reaches onto the back of Strangler’s shirt, and pulls him over the top chain, making sure to drag him across the chain as much as possible. Strangler moans on the mat, holding his sore chest, as Ash yanks the beaten Strangler to his feet. Ash locks a grip onto Strangler’s arm, and after twisting it in an incredibly awkward position, pulls Strangler toward him, and wraps his arm around Strangler’s thigh.

 

“There’s no way he can pull that off, Axis!” shouts BR. “No chance!”

 

As if he heard Riley’s comments, Ash glances over to the announce table as he lifts Strangler up into the air, and slams him down to the mat with the Pikaslam! The crowd lets loose with a huge burst of energy as Ash rolls over onto the downed Strangler, and hooks Strangler’s leg with his healthy left arm.

 

“Pikaslam! This match could be over!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

TH…

 

“And Strangler kicked out! Strangler showing his determin…”

 

“Bah. That crappy little move couldn’t keep Jack the Ripper down” snaps Brimstone, his face filled with a mask of rage.

 

Ash gets to his feet, a frustrated look on his face. He moves over to chat with the referee, but, surprisingly, fails to get the referee to overturn his decision and admit his own ineptitude. Ash turns back to Strangler, but is met with a big right hand wrapping itself around his throat, much to the surprise of the crowd. As the fans either go crazy or go silent, depending on their feelings toward the enigmatic Strangler, Strangler lifts the panicky Ash straight into the air, and slams him to the mat with the Plunge. “PLUNGE! Plunge from Strangler!” shouts Axis, while BR and Brimstone just grimace. The arena goes quiet as Strangler rolls over and drapes his arm over Ash as the ref drops to the mat and goes for the pin.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THRE…

 

“And Ash somehow kicked out! Strangler made one hell of a comeback move, but it wasn’t enough to keep Ash down!”

 

“Brim wouldn’t get a one count on that, would you Brim?”

 

“Well, I…”

 

“Of course you wouldn’t! That’s why you’re the champ!”

 

Strangler rolls over onto his side, a look of exasperation on his face. Ash is still on his back, and is beginning to stir. The crowd becomes louder and louder, with competing “ASH! ASH! ASH!” chants and “STRANG-LER! STRANG-LER!” chants growing more and more oppressive, with the XF9 side taking the clear advantage. In the ring, however, Strangler manages to stumble to his feet first, a few seconds before Ash, and sets himself, waiting for Ash to set himself as well.

 

“And it looks like these two are going at it on equal footing here! This could be the most decisive moment of the match!” screeches Axis.

 

Riley and Brimstone merely stare at each other, shaking their heads, while in the ring, Ash is set, and the two competitors are locked in a staredown. Suddenly, the two men break for each other, and slam into each other with a huge roar from the crowd. The two drop to the mat, and begin rolling around on the mat, trading punches. Strangler, by virtue of Ash having one healthy arm, quickly takes the advantage, and pins Ash to the mat, and begins swinging punch after punch into the jaw of Ash. The crowd begins to chant along, screaming FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! at the top of their lungs. Finally, their hoarse voices give out at TWENTY!, and Strangler throws Ash’s battered head to the mat, prompting some boos from the crowd to be heard amongst the cheers.

 

“And Strangler just beat the living hell out of Ash! That was truly brutal!”

 

“You wanna see brutal, Axis? Just watch what I’m gonna do to these people, or anyone else, that dares to cross my path!”

 

Strangler pulls Ash to his feet, once again putting pressure on Ash’s sore right arm. Ash staggers slightly, unable to completely regain his balance, as Strangler whips him into the corner, where Ash comes to a screeching halt. Strangler sets himself up, and then charges Ash, lowering his head, and aiming right for Ash’s midsection. At the last minute, Ash ducks out of the way, and Strangler goes plowing into the corner turnbuckle. Strangler bounces off, and staggers backwards, his back turned toward Ash. Ash quickly ducks behind Strangler, locks on a half nelson with his one good arm, and, lifting with all his might, tosses Strangler with a mighty half nelson suplex. The crowd suddenly comes alive as Ash rolls over onto Strangler, and makes the cover.

 

“Half-nelson suplex! Ash could have this one here!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THR…

 

“And Strangler kicks out! This man just refuses to go down!”

 

“Ash can’t believe it, Axis! He actually thought that pathetic little move would take down Strangler!” quips BR, as he looks to Brimstone for approval.

 

“Well BR, a lot of stuff can take down Strangler, just not that craptacular move” replies Brim.

 

Ash immediately hops to his feet, and heads for the turnbuckle while Strangler, clutching the back of his head, starts to get to his feet, looking disoriented. Ash perches himself on top, and raises his usual two finger salute, bringing a huge roar from the crowd.

 

“It looks like Ash may be going for the Ashes to Ashes here!”

 

“Ya think so?”

 

Strangler finally gets to his feet, and turns to the turnbuckle, looking for Ash. He looks up, and sees Ash flying toward him, twisting in the air. Strangler has just enough time to raise his foot into the air, and send Ash sprawling backwards with a big side kick straight to the jaw.

 

“And Strangler manages to block the Ashes to Ashes with a spectacular desperation kick!”

 

Ash somehow manages to land on his feet, and although somewhat stunned, he immediately charges Strangler, his arm raised in clothesline position. Ash comes at Strangler, but runs right by him as Strangler ducks out of the way. Before Ash can turn around, Strangler grabs Ash’s head, and pulls it down into his armpit as he raises his left arm in the air. The crowd goes somewhat hushed as Strangler lifts a struggling Ash into the air, and spikes him, head-first, into the mat with the Last Breath.

 

“LAST BREATH! Last Breath from Strangler! This should be all…hey wait! Brimstone, where the hell are you going?”

 

“Brim, come back! I wanted an autograph!”

 

The ref drops to the mat, and begins to count as Strangler covers the motionless Ash.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!!

 

THREE!!!

 

DING DING DING!

 

“Your winner, the BOSTON…STR…”

 

Funyon is cut off as Brimstone slides into the ring, chair in hand, and slams it viciously into Strangler’s head. The crowd immediately begins to boo loudly as Brimstone begins giving chair shot after chair shot to Strangler and Ash, who are both down and cowering in the middle of the ring.

 

“Somebody stop the humanity! This is just sick!”

 

“Hey Axis, he told you he’d show you what he could do to those that oppose him!”

 

“Wait a minute! Here comes K-Os! And he’s got a weapon to even the score!”

 

K-Os comes sprinting down the ramp, his eyes locked on Brimstone. He slides into the ring, and drops his chair at the same time that Brim does. The two men charge each other, and take each other down, rolling around on the ground, much to the delight of the fans. K-Os somehow gains the upper hand, and begins delivering right after right to Brimstone’s head, only to be serenaded by a chorus of boos as the rest of Red Storm Rising comes pouring down the ramp, headed straight for the ring. K-Os hops to his feet, looking to take out RSR, but the mass quickly overwhelms him, and brings him down. As Crush, Flik, and Inferno lay a beating on K-Os, Brimstone resumes the chair shots to Ash and Strangler.

 

“This is just plain sick! Isn’t there anyone back there?”

 

As if on cue, the crowd goes beserk as LDP comes sprinting down the ramp, steel chair in hand. He slides into the ring, and starts swinging wildly, taking out anything and everything Red Storm Rising. LDP finally clears out everyone but Brimstone, and stares at the RSR leader, who is standing all alone in the middle of the ring. Brimstone starts backing away from LDP, unaware that the battered and bruised Boston Strangler has gotten to his feet behind him.

 

“BRIMSTONE! Look out!”

 

Strangler grabs the shocked Brimstone, and immediately spikes him to the ground with the Last Breath, not giving the XF9’er a chance to defend himself. The crowd goes ape**** as “Godzilla” kicks up, and Strangler rolls out of the ring, the fans cheering him on. Meanwhile, in the ring, LDP stares at Ash, who is still struggling to his feet. LDP looks at the steel chair in his hand, and then at Ash. The crowd begins to boo, but before LDP can do anything, IGNRSR security shows up, and grabs ahold of LDP to escort him out of the building.

 

“What was LDP gonna do there, BR?”

 

“I don’t know, but I smell a storm a-brewin’ inside of XF9, and I couldn’t be happier!”

 

“Well, for Bobby Riley, I’m Axis! We’ll see you next time on Meta…Blackout. Night, everybody!”

 

The cameras show a final shot of a stunned Brimstone and Ash getting to their feet in the ring, watching LDP get dragged away by security, his eyes squarely focused on someone in the ring. But who?