Losing matches thread

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

So here's my match. From a storyline perspective I think my match probably makes the best sense, establishing the character's roles in the company better. However, Francis had a great match, doing alot more within the constrants of the limited word count than I did, though building off the same spot over and over leaves nothing for a rematch to build off of. My match also has a shitload of grammar errors, the biggest being Stevens calling the show Storm.

 

Stevens: Welcome back to Storm! We coming to you live from the beautiful Tucson Convention Center in Tucson, Arizona. Last week we saw The Franchise pull off the a major upset, and defeat Orochi.

 

Riley: Thanks to Tom Flesher’s advice, that is.

 

Stevens: Tonight, we will see if lighting can strike twice, can The Franchise pull off back to back upsets, and defeat our new U.S. Champion, Danny Williams.

 

Riley: This will also be Williams’ first match as the U.S. Champion, the title may not be on the line, but his performance tonight will defiantly show what type of Champion he’s going to be. This match also gives The Franchise a chance to prove himself a worthy contender for the U.S. belt.

 

Stevens: That’s right, it wasn’t just a few short months ago that Danny Williams was in the same position as The Franchise. Though he didn’t defeat Tod DeKindes, he put up a hell of a fight, proving himself to be a worthy contender.

 

Suddenly, the wailing vocals of Disturbed’s “Down with the Skickness” blasts over the loud speakers. The audience rises to their feet, a few of them cheering, as The Smarktron flashes the words:

 

 

** Are you ready? **

 

 

** Are You Ready?! **

 

 

 

 

 

 

** CAUSE THE FRANCHISE IS HERE!!!! **

 

A blue and white photonegative image of Mak Francis engulfs the screen. The lights come back up and 'The Franchise' comes out onto the stage. He slowly strolls down to ringside and enters through the middle ropes.

 

Funyon: Making his way down the aisle, weighing in at 225 pounds, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania..................THE FRANCHISE MAK FRANCISssssssssssss!

 

Francis then poses in the center of the ring with both his hands raised in the air. The crowd gives a luke warm reaction, until the “Down with the Sickness” fades out and is replaced by the pretty bass line of In Flame’s “Jester Dance”. The atmosphere of the crowd, shifts into a more negative direction. Danny Williams in all his roid freak glory, comes bursting through the curtains, with a recently polished U.S. title strapped around his waist.

 

Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at 238 pounds, hailing from Louisville, Kentucky ..................HE IS THE SWF U.S. CHAMPION............DANNY WILLIAMSssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!

 

Before entering the ring, Williams hands his belt to a ringside official. Once in the ring, Williams and Francis both get in their corners, and Hunt signals for the bell. DING! DING! DING! The crowd gives a brief ovation as the two warriors step out of their corners into the battlefield that is the center of the ring. Both men carefully eye each other, in search of an opening. Worried about giving their opponent an opening, neither man makes an attempt at an offense. Sensing a slow start the fans start to quiet down, and just watch the match. After circling each other a couple of times, Williams and Francis finally decide to try their luck with a Greco Roman knuckle lock The muscles in their backs tense, as they jockey for position.

 

Riley: Important to note, that Williams does have the experience advantage. Which could make all the difference in this match up.

 

Stevens: That’s true, but Orochi also had a considerable experience advantage over Francis, yet he still pulled off the colossal upset.

 

Every muscle in Williams’ body becomes visible, as he uses his superior weight advantage to power Francis down towards the mat. Not wanting his shoulders to get pinned to the mat, Francis bridges back on the top of his head. This isn’t the most comfortable position to be in, causing Francis to grunt in agony.

 

Riley: Stevens, do you honestly think that Francis is a better wrestler than Orochi? It was just a fluke, nothing more.

 

Stevens: Fluke or not, Francis did what Williams failed to do, and that’s defeat Orochi or Thoth as he called himself at the time.

 

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” cries Francis as he somehow finds the strength to bridge back to a vertical base, despite Williams’ best effort to keep him down. Francis surprises Williams with a kick to the bread basket, allowing Francis to free one hand from the Greco Roman lock. Now in control, Francis charges towards the ropes, dragging Williams along by his hand. Francis leaps on to the top rope with cat like agility, than sits out on the top rope, bouncing back into the ring with a beautiful back flip, freeing his other hand from Williams’ grasp. The crowd “ohs” and “ahs” the fancy, athletic, reversal.

 

Stevens: WHAT A REVERSAL BY FRANCIS!

 

Riley: What the hell was that?

 

Williams freezes with his mouth hanging open as if he was looking into the face of god himself, Francis takes advantage of the shocked champ, sending him to the mat with a Hiptoss. Williams comes to his senses, after the hitting mat, and rushes Francis like a pissed off bull. Francis sees him coming, and catches him with a deep Armdrag! Acting fast, Francis slaps an Armbar on the grounded champ. Williams rolls away from the pressure, and gets back to a vertical base in a hurry.

 

Stevens: Francis going to work on Williams’ right arm, perhaps to take some of that knockout power away from his lethal elbows.

 

Riley: Francis is wresting not to lose, which may be a mistake, since the object of wrestling is to win.

 

Not wanting Williams to escape the hold, Francis drives a few elbows into his shoulder. The pain is enough to drop Williams to one knee, where the Armbar is far more effective. Williams tries to rise up again, but Francis stops him with another flurry of elbows to the shoulder. Williams face turns red with anger, frustrated by Francis’ flawless execution.

 

Stevens: That may be true, Riley, but sometimes a good defense can create a good offense.

 

Growling with rage, Williams pushes his way to his feet a third time. Sensing that the elbows won’t keep Williams down this time, Francis lets him up. Since the Armbar has no longer has any leverage, Francis bends Williams’ arm behind his back into a Hammerlock. Williams looks to elbow him off, but Francis is in perfect position. Since he can’t elbow him off, Williams walks Francis in circles, pondering an escape. A lightbulb goes off in Williams’ head, and he doesn’t waste anytime in slipping out of Hammerlock with a Drop Toe Hold.

 

Riley: It may not be as fancy as Francis’ reversal, but it still gets the job done.

 

Stevens: Indeed it does, Riley.

 

Williams glides in front of Francis and traps him in a Side Headlock. No sooner than Williams locks the hold on, Francis has already reversed right back into the Hammerlock. Mumbling curses under his breath, Williams scrambles to his feet and heads for the ropes with his head down in shame. Williams wraps his free arm around the top rope, and impatiently taps his foot. Not even bothering to wait for the five count, Francis releases Williams. Williams cautiously turns around, only get sliced with a sharp Knife Edge Chop! Smack! “Woooooooooooooo!” Williams sucks up the stinging pain in his chest, and returns fire with a sloppy looking elbow! The weak elbow has no effect on Francis, who nails Williams with another Chop! Smack! “Wooooooooo!” Williams tries another elbow, but again it’s slow and weak.

 

Stevens: The Franchises’ arm work is paying off! Williams’ arm is too weak to be thrown with the same knock out force he normally puts behind it.

 

Riley: Now is the time for the Franchise to throw caution to the wind, and mount an offense.

 

Now more confident, Francis unloads three straight chops into Williams’ chest! Smack! Smack! Smack! The chops leaves Williams stunned and sore, allowing Francis to whip him off the ropes with ease. Francis drills Williams on the rebound, with a beautiful text book Dropkick, that sends him to the mat with a thud! Francis scrambles on top of the floored champion, hooking a leg for the pin.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

Williams kicks out with authority, but Francis immediately traps him in a Armbar. Williams refills his lungs with air, after having them emptied by the Dropkick, and climbs back to his feet. Francis adjusts his grip into a Wristlock, before twisting Williams’ arm with a painful Arm Wringer, causing him to flinch.

 

Riley: What the hell is Francis’ doing? He finally gets Williams down, only to slap on another Armbar.

 

Stevens: You actually do have a point, Riley. Francis is being way to conservative, if you want to beat a Champion you have to take some risks.

 

Annoyed by Francis’ controlling offense, Williams just shoves him into the ropes, breaking the Wristlock with a forceful Irishwhip! Francis hits the ropes, and comes speeding back at Williams at full speed! Williams leaps off one foot, extending his right boot into the air towards the face of his charging opponent! SMACK! Williams murders Francis with a super stiff Jumping High Kick, that sends gallons of sweating spurting into the air! “Oooooooooooooh!”, sympathizes the shocked crowd.

 

Riley: DID YOU SEE THAT? HE KICKED FRANCIS RIGHT IN THE FACE!

 

Stevens: A DYNAMIC KICK! I’ve never seen Williams or anybody in the SWF for that matter, use that move!

 

Riley: Francis isn’t moving, this could be all she wrote.

 

Williams covers his motionless opponent with a lazy pin attempt.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Francis kicks out, but not convincingly! With the aid of the ropes, Williams stretches his arm out until he feels comfortable using it again. A very groggy Francis climbs to one knee, only to be sent back to the mat with a nasty Knife Edge Chop! Smack! Standing over his fallen opponent like a proud conqueror, Williams starts nudging Francis with his boot, ordering him to get up. Just like last time, Williams lets Francis gets to one boot. Smack! Only to knock him back down with a Chop! The crowd doesn’t take to kind this, shouting curses and insults towards Williams. Williams ignores the fans, and offers Francis a hand. In his half awake/half asleep state of conscious, Francis doesn’t know any better and accepts.

 

Riley: See Williams isn’t such a bad guy, he’s going to help Francis up.

 

Stevens: Somehow I don’t think good sportsman ship is on his mind.

 

Williams helps Francis ups, and than pulls him right into short arm chop! Smack! Francis hits the mat like a sack of bricks, but Williams yanks him back up into another short arm chop! Smack!

 

Riley: Williams, kindly teaching Francis a valuable lesson in the world of wrestling.

 

Stevens: How to be a dick?

 

Riley: No, he’s teaching him not to trust anyone. Obviously, Flesher must have skipped that chapter.

 

Williams repeatedly hammers Francis with three more short arm chops, until the Franchise is too limp to pull up. Williams finally releases Francis’ arm, letting flop lifelessly back to the mat. Williams ponders going for the pin attempt, but decides that Francis hasn’t suffered enough. Without his expression stating, Williams slowly walks to the front of Francis’ body, and drops a nasty Knee across his forehead! Now Williams goes for the pin.

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Francis kicks out! The crowd cheers his heroic effort, which is than followed by a frantic “FRAN-CHISE!” chant! Encouraged by the crowd, The Franchise starts to stagger to his feet. Williams yanks him the rest of the way up by his hair, and than starts blasting his temple and jaw with stiff Elbow Shots! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The Franchise collapses to one knee, his eyes glazed over and his mouth lifelessly hanging open. Confident that Francis will get up again, Williams takes position near the ropes.

 

Stevens: It looks like Williams’ elbows have regained their power.

 

Riley: If that’s true, than Mak doesn’t stand a chance in hell of pulling the upset off now.

 

Just as Williams predicated, Francis starts the long, hard, journey back to his feet. Once Francis get upright, Williams levels him with a cringe inducing Running Elbow! CRACK! The impact blows Francis into the ropes, but he doesn’t go down! As soon as Francis hits the ropes, he ricochets off them, catching Williams right under the chin with a Yakuza Kick out of nowhere! SMACK! Williams is out, flat out on his back, while Francis succumbs to the elbows and collapses to his hands and knees.

 

Stevens: What a turn of events, Francis demonstrating the same iron will he used to defeat Orochi with.

 

Riley: Francis is hurt pretty bad, though. Annie is a lot tougher than The Franchise, and she couldn’t come back from a Williams’ onslaught of elbows.

 

Suffering from a throbbing headache, Francis staggers to his feet and leans against the ropes, unable to take advantage of the situation. It doesn’t take long for Williams to recover, and start climbing to his feet. Francis has to put his break on hold, and catch Williams in a rear waistlock as he gets to his feet. Having put away many opponents like this himself, Williams knows exactly what’s coming next, so he runs into the salvation of the ropes. Francis releases Williams from the German Suplex setup, turns him around, and pops him with a stiff right hook! Crack! Francis than wastes no time in whipping the dazed Champion off the ropes. Williams bounces off the ropes, and runs right into front waistlock! Francis bends his knees low to the mat, and tosses Williams high into the air! KA-BOOM! Williams hits the mat so hard he bounces off it, like a stone skipping across a pond.

 

Stevens: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!

 

Riley: This is what Francis should have been doing from the beginning. Concentrating on how to win, rather than how to keep Williams from winning.

 

Blinking his eyes rapidly, to keep them from rolling back in his head, a wobbly Williams desperately tries to pull himself up with the ropes. Francis sneaks up behind him, and drags him off the ropes by his tights. With a mighty heave, Francis falls back and tosses Williams overhead!

 

Stevens: GERMAN SUPLEX! RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

 

Thump! Williams lands on his head, and rolls through on to his feet! With glassy eyes, Williams takes a few awkward steps to the side, before losing his balance and collapsing to the mat. Williams rolls underneath the bottom rope, all the way down to the floor, before blacking out. The crowd pops huge for the first head drop of the night!

 

Stevens: The Champion is in trouble, Riley! Williams looked like he didn’t even know where was!

 

Riley: Luckily he was able to make it out of the ring before going down, this could buy him some time to recover.

 

The Franchise takes a few seconds to shake the cobwebs lose, before making his way down to the floor. Francis tries to casually pull Williams up by his arm, but he is far to limp. Annoyed, Mak sits Williams up and locks his hands around his chest. The Francis strains to pull two hundred and thirty eight pounds of dead weight up, just enough to get him on to the ring apron. Not wasting any more time than he already has, The Franchise rolls Williams back into the ring, and slides in after him. Francis drags Williams’ corpse away from the ropes by his boots, and hooks his legs for the pin. Judging from Williams’ appearance the crowd believes this could be itl, so they count along with Hunt.

 

 

“ONE!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWO!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THRE-OOOOOOOOOOOH!” sighs the crowd, as Williams wiggles a shoulder up!

 

Stevens: It doesn’t get any closer than that!

 

Riley: If Williams hadn’t instinctively rolled out of the ring, than Francis would have had the pin for sure. Still, he may be just one head drop away from a victory.

 

Francis locks a tight Full Nelson on Williams, and drags him to his feet. Francis releases one arm, and wraps it around Williams’ throat into the Cobra Clutch! Almost everyone in the building rises to their feet, with their eyes glued to the ring.

 

Stevens: The Cobra Clutch! HE’S GOING FOR THE MILLION DOLLAR PLEX!

 

Riley: THIS COULD BE IT!

 

Before Francis can bridge back, Williams rushes to the edge of the ring, wrapping a foot around the boot rope. Francis releases the Cobra Clutch, and drags Williams back to the center of the ring by his tights. The Franchise grabs a rear waistlock, and hoists Williams off the mat!

 

Stevens: ONE MORE GERMAN COMING UP!

 

Williams screams “NOOOOOO!”, and starts slamming back elbows into Mak’s temple! Mak cries out in agony as the pain spreads from his temples to the rest of his head, forcing him to set Williams back on his feet! Williams spins out of the waistlock, and grabs one of his own! Williams arches his back, slamming Francis’ upper back and head into the mat with a beautiful German Suplex bridge!

 

Riley: NO, WILLIAMS REVERSES! GERMAN SUUUUUPLEX!

 

The crowd quiets down, while Hunt starts the count.

 

Riley:

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO1/2....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Francis escapes with a kick out! Sensing he has Francis hurt, Williams growls with excitement. He quickly sits Francis up, and tucks his head beneath his under arm pit.

 

Riley: Williams looking to put Francis away with his Dangerous Backdrop!

 

Williams lifts Francis up, who springs back to life and darts for the ropes. The Franchise gets an arm wrapped around the top rope, but Williams drags him off, and back to the hell mouth that is the center of the ring! Williams bends his knees, and lifts the challenger on to his shoulder, but Mak rolls through and lands safely on his feet behind him! Mak grabs Williams’ arm, and crosses it across his chest!

 

Riley: Francis escapes, reversing into a............ PETERSON ROLLUP!

 

Stevens: THAT’S WHAT HE BEAT OROCHI WITH!

 

Before Francis can turn perpendicular to the champ, Williams doubles over, slinging him off with a Judo Throw! Williams grabs Francis’ left arm, sits out, scissors his shoulder, and falls back into the Jujigatame!

 

Riley: WILLIAMS ESCAPED THE ROLLUP! CROSS ARMBREAKER!

 

Stevens: Williams must have paid close attention to how The Franchise beat Orochi, making damn sure that the same thing wouldn’t happen to him!

 

Francis screams in pain, and desperately kicks his legs out towards the ropes, but they are far out of reach! Williams pulls back with all his might, straining to bend Francis’ elbow in a direction it wasn’t meant to bend in.

 

Stevens: Francis has two options, let Williams beak his arm and be side lined for months, or tap out and fight another day!

 

It doesn’t take but a few seconds, for Francis to start frantically tapping out! Hunt frantically calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

 

Riley: HE TAPPED OUT!

 

Stevens: IT’S OVER! WILLIAMS HAS DEFEATED THE FRANCHISE!

 

Williams releases The Franchise, and jumps to his feet in celebration. Hunt raises his arm into the air to make the victory official, triggering a chorus of boos from the crowd.

 

Funyon: The winner of the match by submission at 9 minutes and 32 seconds, DANNY WILLIAMSsssssssssssssssssss!!!

 

Williams proudly hops out of the ring, snatches his U.S. Title, and heads towards the locker room. The Franchise remains in the ring, clutching his arm, with his head down in disappointment with himself. The crowd stops “booing”, and shows their appreciation for Franchise’s performance by chanting “FRANCHISE! FRANCHISE! FRANCHISE!” over and over again.

 

Riley: Well, the Franchise finally got his act together but it was too little too late. Just chalk this one up as experience. If he were to polish his gameplan up a bit, get some more experience, he could give Williams a hell of a run, at some point down the road.

 

Stevens: I’m sorry fans but we have take a commercial break. Stay tuned, because we still have Orochi vs. Tom Flesher vs. Nathaniel Kibagami, coming up in the Main Event. So don’t go anywhere, we’ll be right back.

[Guest Suicide King]

Strangely enough Williams, I agree with almost everything you said at the beginning. You wrote a really good match with some really sound psychology, particularly from your character. I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of in this match. I find myself enjoying your Roid Warrior character quite a bit more...

 

Hell, at this point I'm just glad you and Mak both bothered to turn matches in so that I actually had to mark something. ::pointed cough::

 

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