Whatever...

[Guest Muzz]

Does our commisioner even care anymore? I am so angry right now, I like being in the fed, but people make it impossible ot have any fun.

 

Eh, whatever...

 

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The commercial finishes, and SWF Storm returns to a nothing but a black screen. Strobe lights fixed up on the rafters of the arena start to pulse to the beat of Audioslave's 'Cochise', and the dull cheers of the fans can be heard as figure out who is making their entrance. Despite the anti-smoking groups desperate request to the SWF, smoke begins to fill the entranceway from vents below the construction, as the fans continue to cheer, unaware that they may have lung cancer before the night is over. As Funyon straightens his bow tie and smiles to the camera, a wave of golden pyro spills down from the heavens.

 

"The following match..." Funyon begins, as the fans cheers begin to rise in anticipation, "Is a singles match, and it is scheduled for one fall..."

 

Meaningless pyro in the style of Booker T shoots up, putting on an impressive display, the fans hero comes out from behind the black curtain, at a slow run, making his way through the smoke, and hopefully, contracting cancer himself. The fans excitement reaches fever pitch as the artist formerly known as Ash Ketchum walks down the ramp way, looking intense, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Mr Nagasaki follows closely behind him, smiling as he watches his student interact with the fans.

 

Funyon continues as Michael Craven chucks his hardcore title into the squared circle, "Introducing first, from Tampa Florida. Standing six foot five and weighing two hundred and sixty pounds, he is the Smarks Wrestling Federation Hardcore champion, he is... Michael Craven!"

 

"I'm gritting my teeth while saying this... Michael Craven is a good hardcore champion." Stevens lets out a long breath and wipes some sweat away, delivering that line being very grueling. "And truthfully, I think he can continue his whirlwind trail up the SWF ladder with another win here tonight!"

 

"But touche, my dear friend..." Riley quips, holding his hand up, "He does make a good hardcore champion, no matter how lame he is, but tonight is a singles match, and that means no weapons whatsoever! It's been a while since My Ketchum has participated in a straight wrestling match, so it will be interesting to see how he fares..."

 

Mr Nagasaki nods to Craven and wishes him good luck, walking around the ring, as Craven slides into the ring and hops to his feet, snapping the ropes violently for seemingly no reason but to look cool. He suddenly turns around and leaps up onto the nearest set of turnbuckles, whipping his shirt off in a flash, and throwing it to a 'lucky' lady in the third row, before raising his arms in the air. Ash hops down and storms across to the opposite set of turnbuckles and repeating his song and dance routine. Craven paces himself in the ring as he requests a mic from an attendant from ringside. The fans begin to quiet as 'Mike' raises the 'mic' to his lips.

 

"Oh goody, more inane ramblings from our favorite nut case," Riley glumly says, groaning loudly.

 

"I know you're excited Bobby, but please, try and control your excitement," Stevens replies with a grin. "Well Craven has had a good run since his recent 'metamorphosis', I wonder what he has to say..."

 

"Holla if ya hear me!" The fans sure do holler, and cheer loudly as Craven has a huge grin on his face.

 

"Do you see this?" Michael asks the crowd, holding up his hardcore championship. "This... this is a result of 2 long years of hard work, ain't ya proud of me? I'm a hardcore god! I've totally decimated any competition I've had, I bear them to a bloody pulp. Having this title is nice, but it's just not enough... What I want, is the ultimate prize in our industry, I want the World title!" The fans cry out and cheer, in support of the confident Craven. "And tonight, I'll be facing someone who has held that title... some of you may not know who he is, but I do, and I know that he is nothing but a washed up has been! Now he has to wear a mask to try and re invent himself, but I see through him!"

 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Riley yells, "Who does he think he is!? You can't talk down to Sacred like that!"

 

"That's right, he's nothing anymore, and I'll prove it by beating him here tonight and going one step closer to my goal, and no one can stop me because who's better than Craven!?"

 

"... I am..."

 

The delirious grin on Craven's face suddenly disappears as he jerks his head to the entranceway as the screen suddenly begins to garble and distort. The technical difficulties soon end as the camera from the rafters begins a slow zoom-in on the entranceway, everything appearing black and white, as "Killing in the name Of" by Rage Against the Machine begins to a dull roar of boos from the capacity crowd. From behind the curtain walks Bayawolf, his head looking down at the floor, shaking his head, carrying a microphone is his grasp.

 

Funyon quickly gets on the mic before the situation gets any uglier, "And his opponent, from Adelaide Australia. Standing six foot one and weighing two hundred and thirty one pounds... he is... Bayawolf!"

 

Craven glares intensely, standing with intent as he growls in an intense way. Wolf suddenly looks up as the music fades out, staring at his opponent for the evening, still shaking his head with disdain...

 

"Oh how delusional can one man be?" Bayawolf asks, chuckling to himself. "I think your forgetting, Mr Craven, who I am... *I* am your worst nightmare, I have been for a long time. *I* am the best, and you know that. I've been gone only a month, and already people forget me, or are doubting that I can reach the top of the SWF again, well let me tell you this..."

 

Bayawolf walks down the ramp way, looking at Craven, staring him down. "You don't want to see what's under this mask. This mask isn't just a 'cosmetic' accessory, it is not to look cool... I wear this mask because I have to, I have to cover up the anguish I have felt, and the pain I have gone through... it keeps me sane... but only barely. Tonight Mr Craven, I will crush your ego, I will leave you crying... oh, and one more thing... who the fuck wears red and white contact lenses?" Mike has had enough, as he throws his microphone down and slides out the ring, meeting Bayawolf halfway up the ramp way, pummeling him with right hands!

 

"It doesn't take much to push Craven over the edge, and Bayawolf just has! He had some ominous words to say, and Craven was quick to attack, which shows signs that he is worried, and like a true hardcore wrestler, he starts the fight on the outside!" Stevens yells.

 

"He may think he is king dick on the outside," Riley replies, "But when they get inside that ring, Bayawolf will take Craven to school, and he may well make him cry from the beating he will receive."

 

"I think you doubt Craven too much, Bobby..."

 

"I think you're a crack head, Mark, with all due respect.”

 

The fans, who were only a short while ago booing the hell out of Bayawolf, are now cheering as Craven pounds on him with right and left hooks, before throwing him into the guard rail! The referee won't tolerate such insolence from Craven, and demands he return to the ring. Mike grumbles as he knees Wolf in the stomach and brings him down the ramp, trying to roll him into the ring, but Bayawolf quickly counters with a back elbow to the face! Michael is stunned only for a second, but this gives Bayawolf enough time to grab him by the back of the head and throw him straight into the steel ring post! Bayawolf slides a dazed Craven into the squared circle, as we hear the "Ding, ding, ding!" of the bell.

 

"And now we are officially underway!”

 

Bayawolf brings Craven to his feet, grabbing his spiked hair and slapping him across the jaw in a disrespectful manner, which draws a lot of heat from the audience. Bayawolf's eyes narrow as he begins pounding at Craven's jaw with some hard forearms, knocking him backwards, into a corner. Bayawolf keeps hold of Craven's hair and brings his head down to stomach level, rearing back and driving his knee into Craven's forehead, snapping it back violently. He brings his head down again, and once again drives his knee into Craven's temple, doing considerable damage. Wolf whips Mike across the ring, and into the opposite corner. Bayawolf follows him up, leaping in the air wish a splash...

 

"Just like I said, Bayawolf is just gonna out class Craven with his technical and methodical offence!" Riley reports happily.

 

Wolf comes down towards his opponent... But Craven counters with a boot to the face that sends Bayawolf crashing to the mat!

 

"You were saying?" Stevens answers with a snicker.

 

Wolf seems stunned by the counter and rolls away, but Craven follows him, stomping down hard on his back. Bayawolf slides out of the ring to re-group, as Craven soaks up the fans applause, and milks it for all it's worth, raising his arms in the air. Wolf slyly smiles as he grabs Craven around the ankles and trips him to the mat! Wolf leaps up onto the ring apron, places his hands on the top rope and launches himself over the top rope with a splash! Craven puts his knee's up to counter the splash, but Wolf sees this in time and manages to over shot Craven and land on his feet only a foot away. Craven gets to his feet and charges Wolf, trying to knock his head into the fifth row with a clothesline, but Bayawolf counters by dropping to the mat, placing both his feet around Craven's ankle's and turning it, tripping him onto the canvas! Wolf quickly wraps up Craven's right ankle in a death lock! Wolf flashes a smile to the crowd before flipping himself backward onto the mat!

 

"Indian death lock!" Stevens calls out. "The longer Bayawolf keeps this hold applied, Craven's ankle will get progressively worse!"

 

Mr Nagasaki grows more worried as Bayawolf gets to his feet... and falls backwards again! Craven, lying on his stomach, cries out in pain, digging his nails into the mat. Bayawolf climbs to his feet, ready for another... but as he tries to fall backwards, Craven stiffens his leg and holds Bayawolf in place! The physically stronger Craven shifts his weight and uses his other leg to trip Bayawolf to the mat! Craven drops to the mat and attempts to hook Bayawolf's arms and head in a guillotine choke, but the Aussie flips his body around and grabs Craven by the head with his ankles, flipping him over onto the mat with a laying ankle scissors! Craven is relatively un-phased and climbs to his feet, but Wolf continues his surge of momentum, attempting a superkick, but Craven grabs his leg and pulls him closer, holding him by the waist and leg and throwing him over his head with a Suplex!

 

"Shit... Maybe I have underestimated him..." Riley sorely admits.

 

Craven pins around and presses his hands into Wolf's chest, pinning him…

 

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T - But Wolf kicks out. The artist formerly known as Ash Ketchum lifts the artist formerly known as Sacred to his feet, striking him across the temple with some stiff looking right hands. Mike batters him all the way to the ropes, where he grabs Wolf by the hand and whips him across the ring. As Bayawolf returns, Craven picks him up sideways, by the waist, and twirls him in the air, attempting a tilt-a-whirl side slam! But Bayawolf, always alert, manages to counter and land on his feet, instead of his back! Wolf swings his arm around in a wild clothesline, but Craven nimbly ducks, and grabs him by the waist from behind, but Bayawolf counters THAT as Craven throws him backwards with a German Suplex, landing back on his feet. Bayawolf takes a few short steps and leaps at Craven, trying to bowl the bigger man over with a cross-body, but Craven plucks him in mid-air!

 

"Craven has already shown his slight, but important weight advantage in this match, and it's paying off for him!" Stevens reports,

 

"Why don't you just say, 'Craven is bigger, Bayawolf is smaller'?" Riley asks, "People would rather watch the match than listen to you drone on and on!"

 

"Yeah? Well ever wonder why I appear on camera move often than you? It's to spare the people at home from seeing your grotesque features." Stevens chuckles.

 

"That hurts Mark...."

 

Craven hurls Bayawolf onto his shoulders, trying for a neck breaker! But Bayawolf, the slippery character that he is, slips out the back, grabbing Mike around the head in a reverse face lock as he does so! Bayawolf drops face first to the mat, hitting a Diving Reverse DDT! The crowd boos as Bayawolf gets the better of Craven again, and hooks the hardcore champion by the leg. The referee slides over...

 

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W - But Craven manages to power out! The crowd cheers and chants the champ’s name, as Bayawolf just smirks through his mask, ignoring the obviously misguided fans of Craven. Wolf rubs salt into the wound by placing his foot on Craven's face, pressing down and twisting around! Craven cries out and grabs at his face, as the referee has a few strong words for Wolf. Bayawolf pleads the fifth and pushes the ref aside, grabbing Craven's arm and dragging him into the corner, laying him out parallel to the turnbuckle. Wolf looks out at the mass of fans as he places his hands on the top rope. Without even thinking twice, Wolf springs into the air and brings his knee down across Craven's throat! The fans are absolutely livid at Wolf's tactics, but that doesn't stop the Aussie and he pulls himself up into the air... and strikes Craven across the throat again! The ref has had enough and gets in Wolf's face, ordering him to stop. Wolf growls at the ref and tells him where to go, but the referee is persistent, doing his best to stop Bayawolf doing it again! Craven coughs and splutters, but sees a window of opportunity, and climbs to his feet, grabs Wolf's head and throws it against the top turnbuckle pad! Craven keeps hold of the dazed Wolf, pulls him to the center of the ring, locks on a reverse face lock and spins himself around onto his back, hitting the Roll the Dice on Bayawolf!

 

"Ack, Craven with the Sword's Dance!" Riley shouts, "I think you're right Stevens, when is seems Bayawolf can take control with his technical finesse, Craven, the brute, replies with some big power move! Why are we pushing these big men anyway?"

 

"I'm a hoss lover, and deep down Riley, I know you are too." Stevens replies.

 

Craven is about to cover, but has to roll onto all fours and cough, Bayawolf’s knee's doing much damage to his windpipe. Wolf puts his hand on the canvas and slowly gets himself to his feet, as Craven splutters onto two feet, glancing towards Bayawolf with a scornful expression. Wolf, not to be phased, charges his opponent, but is only met with a boot to the stomach! Craven clutches one of Baya's arms, followed by the other, and turns him around... with a backslide attempt!

 

"He's going for it, he's gonna hit the C4!" Stevens cries, jumping out of his seat. "If it hits, that's it, fin, game over, no getting up from that!"

 

"He won't hit it..." Is Riley's prophecy.

 

Craven's tries to falls backwards, but Bayawolf holds his ground! In the blink of an eye, he un-hooks one arm and swings it around, chopping down on Craven's throat! Mike is doubled over, clutching his throat in pain, as Bayawolf grabs Craven's hair and throws his throat down on his outstretched knee!

 

"I told you, Stevens, you think Bayawolf doesn't know what his finisher is? He studies his opponents hours on end, he is prepared for anything, and he managed to counter, and on the spot where he has worked on the entire match, the throat, and Craven was forced to let go."

 

"It's always been Bayawolf's strategy to work on a part of the opponents body, I've just never seen him work the throat, and I don't think Craven quite expected it as well, and was unprepared." Stevens replies glumly, watching on as Craven stumbles back into a corner, gasping for breath.

 

Wolf chuckles to himself, grabbing Craven's trademark spikey crimson hair, and holding his face up to his. Bayawolf suddenly growls and rears back, slashing his arm across Craven's throat with a knife-edge chop! The crowd lets out a painful "Ooooh!" as Craven shakes violently, trying to protect his throat, but Bayawolf is on a rampage, his face blood red with anger, and like a shark that smells blood, attacks his prey viciously, chapping his throat again, "Ooooh!" and again, "Ooooh!" Craven stumbles away again, but Bayawolf catches him and hurls him into the ropes at full speed. Bayawolf expects a decimated opponent to return, but Craven fights back, hitting a big boot to Bayawolf's face! Wolf falls to the mat, a trickle of blood running through his mask, just like in his match against Stryke. Bayawolf and Craven both clutch at their wounds, trying desperately to recover in time and regain the advantage.

 

"Bayawolf is bleeding from the face yet again! There has to be something wrong with him, this wouldn't usually happen during a match, not the amount of blood that is flowing from his face." Stevens says.

 

As blood trails down Wolf's mask and stains the canvas, Craven hacks and splutters, his throat burning with pain. He forgets it for the time being and grabs Bayawolf by the back of the throat and chucks him across the ring into the corner! The fans stand up and the noise slowly grows as an obviously pissed of Craven pummels Bayawolf's face with elbows, now *he* is the shark, as he watches the blood flow from Bayawolf's face with pleasure. Craven whips Bayawolf across the ring, but Wolf reverses the whip, but misses with a short arm clothesline! As Bayawolf spins around, back to Craven, Mike grabs him around the waist and lifts him into the air, slamming him down on the back of his neck with a German Suplex! The crowd cheer, but Craven isn't done, as he rolls back onto his feet, still holding an 'out of it' Bayawolf. Craven switches from holding Wolf's waist to locking his arms to his back and lifting him into the air, slowly, taking his time, increasing the plunge Bayawolf has to take as Craven lands a Tiger Suplex!

 

"Chimera Sequence! I doubt Bayawolf could last three devastating suplexes like these." Riley says grimly, crossing his fingers in hope that Wolf somehow counters...

 

... And he does! As Craven tries to lock in a Full Nelson hold for a dragon Suplex, Wolf uses all his power to fall forward and flip Craven onto his back! Bayawolf keeps hold of Craven's arms, and goes onto one knee, pulling back on Mike's arms and digging his knee into the back of his throat! The fans cry, "Noo!" as they desperately try to rally Craven, not wanting him to submit and to fight on. The referee dives to the mat and asks Craven the question, but Mike doesn't know the meaning of life... I mean, he says 'No!" And tries to turn his body around, trying to break the hold. Craven slowly but surely turns himself around... and does so! Now, the two men face each other, locking arms together, both gritting their teeth as they enter a test of strength. With the crowd's support, Craven takes control, pushing Bayawolf down to the mat, but Wolf counter brute strength with his experience and ingenuity, unhooking one arm and choking Craven by the throat! The fans are in an absolute frenzy as Bayawolf slowly gains ground, and Craven begins to show signs of weakness!

 

"So many times Sacred has worked on a part of his opponents body, and has called on it when times are desperate, and this is one of those times!" Riley yells.

 

"If Craven only had a chair, that's one thing he knows how to use, and could even the score!" Stevens yells back.

 

Craven gasps as his face begins to go red, and he begins to lose energy, but before Bayawolf can let that happen, Craven shows his own ingenuity, clawing at Bayawolf's mask! Bayawolf falls backward as more blood comes from one of his eyeholes, and Craven slides out of the ring, pushing away a ring side attendant and grabbing a steel chair!

 

"Damnit, he must have heard me..." Stevens says regrettably. "Well, at least Bayawolf will get what he deserves!"

 

Craven feels invigorated as he looks at the chair, and listens to the fans explode, wanting to see him crush the steel over Bayawolf's head. Craven gets into the ring, and lumbers over towards Bayawolf, raising the chair above his head... but the referee grabs it and pulls it away. Craven's eyes widen as he turns around and just glares at the referee. The ref slowly backs away, not sure what the unpredictable Craven will do!

 

"I knew it would figure out like this..." Riley explains, "Bayawolf has out wrestled Craven, and he's had to resort to his hardcore tactics, and they are not allowed in this match!"

 

Craven raises his fist, but fights not putting a hole through the referee's skull. Craven turns around, as Bayawolf shoots a standing sidekick to his throat! Craven is sent gasping for breath, as Bayawolf kicks him again, in the stomach this time. Bayawolf locks on the front face lock, the raising of the leg... Bayawolf shoots a smile at the camera as he swings his leg back, falling forward as Craven's head is driven into the canvas! Cruel Fate! As blood trickles onto Craven's chest as Bayawolf covers him, the referee slides over and counts...

 

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"E!!!!" That's it! The fans are not happy at all, and show it as they boo the holy hell out of Wolf as he slowly climbs to his feet. He puts a finger up to his head and wipes the blood away, tasting it on his lips, and flashing a grin at the camera. Craven lies on his back, knocked out cold as the referee checks on him.

 

Riley 'rises' from his seat, “Ayah! Bayawolf wins his second match back in the SWF, and his usual tactic worked like a charm! I will give props to Craven though, he put up more of a fight than I would have thought, but who cares, Bayawolf won!"

 

"Ugh, well, a hard fought win for Bayawolf here, and right now we have to go to a break, but they'll be more SWF action when Alex Zenon gets a shot at ICTV gold! Don’t go away!"

 

And with that, the picture fades out, showing Bayawolf standing over his fallen opponent, blood still dripping from under his mask, as Bayawolf's laughs grow louder...