Rawknight 0 Report post Posted January 31, 2003 ::oK, i'm a div. A fucking div. A div of the highest order. I was chasing the deadline, and didn't check the word limit, wrote a 6,000 word match and then had to take a butcher knife to it. Broke the flow of the match and probably helped cost me the match, not that Dace's wasn't groovetastic:: Funyon: The following match is scheduled for one fall, with the winner advancing in the World Championship tournament. Introducing first, he hails from Birmingham, England… This is greeted with a huge hometown pop from the fans. Funyon: He weighs in at 254lbs, or 18 stone and 2lbs. He is Horrorcore, he is DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! Suicide King: What is a stone Axis? Axis: It’s a measurement of weight. It’s 14lbs. Suicide King: I heard that David was a whole 14lbs lighter than Goliath. Axis pauses. Suicide King: The spare stone made all the difference! “Winds of Creation” by Decapitator fires up across the speakers and the entrance ramp is filled with alternating purple and red light. Dace Night walks into the entrance area and the crowd explodes in a chorus of cheers, a near roof raising pop for the local hero. Dace walks slowly and purposefully towards the ring, handing his trench coat to one of the ring assistants. Dace slides into the ring and flashes the devil sign to all four sides of the arena. A huge “DACE! DACE! DACE!” chant fills the arena and Dace grins to himself and soaks up the cheers. Axis: Dace Night the huge local favourite here! Suicide King: What do these people know? Nothing! Axis: Dace has shown himself to be one of the most deadly athletes in the SJL. Dace Night is a dangerous man. Suicide King: But he’s no match technically for Chris Card! Axis: Admittedly, if this was a match with more extreme elements, I’d feel safe putting money on the master of Horrorcore, but in a standard match, who knows? Funyon: His opponent hails from Halifax, Nova Scotia in Canada. He tips the scales at 264lbs or 18st and 2lbs. He is Technical Perfection in human form. He is CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD! “Grind” by Alice in Chains fires up for the second time this evening. Chris Card walks out into the entrance area, and looks straight down the entrance ramp, his eyes meeting Daces and steely cold glares from both sides meet halfway up the route for Card’s entrance. The crowd boos, encouraged into a negative response to Card by his opening promo. Card enters the ring and the pair circle, neither wanting to risk a loose strike to open and play into the hands of the other grappler. The crowd resumes it’s chant for Dace and Dace claps rhythmically in time with the chant, encouraging it and causing the chant to spread. Card raises an eyebrow towards the crowd, turning his head a second, and Dace charges in, but Card bails quickly, drawing a round of boos. Axis: Cagey start from Card here. Neither man wants to give the early advantage to the other. Suicide King: Sound strategy from Card. Card circles the ring as Dace waits in the middle, and Card slides in and kips up to avoid getting stomped on. Dace again encourages the crowd chant, as the decibel level in the building rises to near cacophonous levels. Finally the pair lock up in a test of strength, with Dace overpowering Card and pushing him backwards. Dance drives Card down to his knees, but Card draws from his ring positioning skills and drapes a leg over the bottom rope, and the referee calls for a break. Dace backs off back to the center of the ring. Axis: Chris Card is a sound ring general, and with the strength advantage of Dace, he’s going to have to use every ounce of his ring sense in this match. Suicide King: Sound strategy from Card. Back in the centre of the ring Dace and Card lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Chris Card grunts with the exertion expended trying to keep himself steady under the extra power Dace gets, and Card, realizing he has no chance of getting an advantage to the hold kicks out at the shin of Dace. Dace backs off half a step and Card drops down into a more shoot style fighting stance. Card fires off a roundhouse kick at Dace, but the Horrorcore wrestler raises an arm in a defiant block. Card switches stance and fires off another kick with his other leg, but again Dace lifts an arm to block. Dace takes a pace forward towards Card and beckons the big Canadian towards him, but Card responds with a step back, looking to use his reach advantage in a stand up fight against Dace. Dace charges Card, looking for a lariat but again Card slides quickly backwards and out of the ring and Dace stops himself on the ropes and grimaces in frustration. Axis: Card again going to the outside early. I don’t think he wants to face up to Dace, unless he can gain a definite advantage from it. Suicide King: Sound strategy from Card. Axis: You’re obsessed with Card and his sound strategies today. Suicide King: I thought that you needed the help with some more insightful commentary today. Chris Card is a sound ring general and is using his mastery of strategy, so I’m pointing out his uses of sound strategy. Axis: Well that’s…um… err… Suicide King: A brilliantly insightful comment on one of the SJL’s finest wrestling minds, from the SWF’s finest wrestling mind and the SJL’s finest wrestling commentator! Chris Card carefully gets back into the ring making damn sure that Dace Night can’t open with a cheap attack on an open area. Card moves towards Dace and the pair feel for another test of strength, but Card pulls his hands away, aware that the move would give Dace an advantage. The pair close in and go for a second collar and elbow, and this time Dace quickly maneuvers the big Canadian into a side headlock. Card however counters and shoots off Dace into the ropes, but Dace regains control and shapes for a shoulder block. Card bounces off the rebounding Dace and pulls himself into a defensive roll so he returns to his feet quickly. Dace rushes Card lifting up a knee, but telegraphing this running knee lift by a handful of steps gives Card time to bail AGAIN over the top ropes, this time drawing a MASSIVE round of boos from the incredibly subjective home crowd. Suicide King: Sound strategy from Card. Axis: Would you shut up about Card and his sound strategy! He’s just bailing to kill time now. And it’s quite rightfully drawing the ire of Dace’s home town crowd. Suicide King: Would you like me to get back to lecherous comments and stupid analogies? Axis: For once in my life and may God have mercy on my soul for saying this… Yes. Suicide King: Look at that girl in the front row, Axis! She’s got longer legs than the entire Osbourne family put together! Here kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty! Here kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty! Card again picks his timing perfectly for returning to the ring, and again Dace is denied a free strike at the technically minded Canadian. Card stalks Dace and after a few cagey seconds grabs for an arm. Card twists Dace’s arm round with an arm wringer, then moves round again into a hammerlock. Card looks to reach his arm around Dace’s neck, reaching for a very early Cardiac Arrest and the crowd realizing this lets out a collective Brummie ooh. Dace is wise to this tactic and reverses the hammerlock into a standing wristlock, and lashes a knee out towards Card’s stomach, but Card jumps back, both avoiding the knee and gaining enough leverage to reverse the pressure of the hold, dragging Dace round and back into an armwringer. Card lashes out a Crane Wing kick, but Dace ducks the kick and uses Card’s momentum against him, re-reversing the hold and twisting Card round finally into a standing armbar. Dace steps through on Card and uses an armbar takedown into a Fujiwara armbar on the ground. Axis: Dace Night taking the first major advantage in the match, and this has been a major league technical contest so far. Suicide King: If wrestling has psychology, this is Freud versus Jung! I could never be a Freudian. Axis: With your obsession with sex, that’s a surprise. Suicide King: I’ve always been Jung at heart though. Card uses his leg strength to gain a little maneuver room inside the deadly grounded armbar and uses his free arm to grab hold of Dace in an abdominal claw. Dace winces in pain, and Card breaks free as Dace loosens his grip. Card releases the claw revealing a trickle of blood from a barely healed scar on Dace’s solar plexus, and floats round amateur style into a grounded front facelock, holding the move on, and cranking it in, moving into a deep shoot style choke when the referee looks away. Axis: The abdominal Claw not usually a dangerous hold, but given Dace’s injuries in his brutal pay-per-view match it takes on a whole new aspect. Suicide King: Find an advantage and use it, Axis. It’s the secret of wrestling. The referee turns back to Card and spots that his hold is locked in around the neck rather than the chin and starts a 5 count. Card waits sensibly for as much of the 5 as possible before relinquishing the hold. Card stands, and Dace rolls onto his stomach to allow more space for his ribcage, so he can replenish his oxygen with deeper breaths, and Card cuts that out with a lightning fast heel drop to the throat of Dace, leaving the local boy choking and spluttering and the crowd exploding again in a chorus of boos. Card raises his arms in a “What, Me?” pose. Axis: Card denying Dace oxygen with every move here. It’s a way to slow him down, but you have to bend the rules considerably to carry it through. Suicide King: Why deny oxygen to Dace Night’s brain? It’s not like he uses it often. Dace is a little slower than usual to raise, and Card rushes him as the big Brummie reaches a knee, and blasts him in the face with a running knee strike. Card uses a half-majistral to lever Dace back onto his back, lifting a leg up crab style to lock in a Cycling Yahoo hold, then letting Dace’s arm fall loose and concentrating on his half crab. The crowd starts a Dace chant again, as Card wrenches back hard on Dace’s leg. Axis: Dace Night takes a LOT more pain than a simple half crab to quit. Suicide King: This is Japanese style rookie discipline! Seeing as Dace is more experienced in this federation than Card, it’s not just painful, it’s insulting too! Axis: This move doesn’t just hurt the leg though, it hurts the lower back. And Card is notorious for destroying the spinal vertebrae of his opposition. Suicide King: Dace takes a lot of destroying, but then again Dace gets destroyed a lot. Even when the guy wins he gets hurt. Axis: You can see the anguish on Dace’s face! After going back first into C4 explosives, his back has to have been weakened, that’s playing RIGHT into the hand of Chris Card Dace slaps his arm on the mat to warm up the crowd a little, as with Card in solid control they’d died in silent hope for a quick Dace recovery. Dace channels the crowd and summons up enough energy to worm his way out of the hold, flexing his leg out to throw Card off and sends the big Canadian sprawling to the mat. Card kips up as Dace gets up onto his knees, but as Card shapes to fire off one of his Muay Thai style kicks, Dace shoots and takes a leg, taking Card off his feet again. Dace floats round, amateur style and goes for his Crownless neck lock, but Card flips over and bridges upwards, loosening the pressure of the hold, before back flipping to a standing position, forcing a break of the hold. The pair both back off and drop into fighting stances, and the crowd bursts into a round of applause. Axis: The Birmingham crowd appreciating the technical abilities of these two great athletes, especially after both of these wrestlers are coming off extreme matches at the Malice in Wonderland PPV. Dace goes for an arm of Card and whips the large Canadian into the ropes. Card leapfrogs Dace as he rebounds, but Dace sends himself into the far ropes as Card rebounds from the near one and hits a massive Yakuza kick! Card falls backwards and Dace capitalizes with a few stomps and a quick cover. 1…2… Card lifts a shoulder. Dace drags Card roughly back to his feet and, taking time to acknowledge the crowd as he sets it up, floors Card with a northern lights suplex, the snap of Card on the mat echoing round the arena. 1… but Card bridges up again, fighting out of the pin fall predicament. Dace however leaps his body forward and hits an ugly bulldog/neckbreaker cross taking Card back down to the mat. Suicide King: What in the world was THAT? Axis: It was an ugly counter, but nonetheless effective. Suicide King: Its counter upon counter. I love it, Axis! Dace picks Card back up by an arm and whips him into the corner. Dace rushes in with a stiff looking lariat, and then backs off a pace and lashes Card’s chest with a series of stiff knife edge chops. Card’s chest glows bright red as the force of the blows lashes against them, and the crowd breaks out in the customary cacophony of whoos. Dace follows that by a shoulder rush sequence, driving his shoulder hard into Card’s solar plexus, and then finally drops below Card and picks the half slumped wrestler up over his shoulders. Suicide King: One Death Valley Driver coming up! Hold the mustard! Dace winces with the pain of having to lift Card on an already injured back, and Card kicks his feet out off the top rope, spinning Dace a little then dropping down into a Crucifix pin combination! 1…2… and Dace bridges up, reversing the pin combination into a back press 1…2… and Card lifts a shoulder! Dace curses himself and stands up, softening up Card as he stands a little slower with another set of chops, accompanied again by a set of whoos. Dace hits a standing switch, nailing Card with a massive German suplex. Dace bridges, then jackknifes over into a more solid pin 1…2… and Card frees an arm enough to lift a shoulder and fire a couple of elbows into Dace’s lower back. Dace rolls off Card sideways. Axis: Both these men know when to time their kick outs. Suicide King: It’s when you’re pinned, right? That’s when I’ve always used mine! Axis: It’s more than that. It’s a natural feeling for leverage, and knowing not just when you’re pinned, but when any pin predicament is coming so you can prepare that little burst of strength. Suicide King: I already knew that. Dace rises slowly to his feet, grasping his back a little and wincing in pain. Dace sucks it up fast though, and as Card lies on the mat sucking wind a little, Dace is down and stalking him, waiting for Technical Perfection to regain a vertical base. As Card slowly rises to his feet Dace slams a hard knee into his gut, then grabs a side headlock and suplexes Card up, holding him there for a split sentence then bringing him down, Sentencing him! Card grabs hold of his chin and howls in pain, and Dace floats quickly to a cover 1…2…and Card kicks out again. Dace curses the kick out and raises to a knee, looking out to the crowd for inspiration. A fan in the crowd calls out “VENOM DRIVER!” and a smirk crosses Dace’s normally implacable facial expression. Axis: I think that fan has put the thought inside Dace Night’s skull. Suicide King: I can hear it rattle all the way from here, Axis. Dace rolls Card onto his stomach and reaches down, locking both Card’s arms into the butterfly hold. Dace pulls Chris Card up to his feet and lifts him up, exhaling and screaming out a scream of both power and anguish, his back hurting with every running step of his Venom Driver! Card is driven down to the mat hard, and Dace holds for the pin attempt 1…2…3! Axis: Dace Night wins! Dace Night wins! Suicide King: Hold your horses there Axis. The referee sees that Card had freed a hand and placed in on the bottom rope! The ref shakes his head at the ring bell and calls over to Funyon at ringside. Funyon: Due to Chris Card’s hand being on the bottom rope as the pin was counted, the pin fall does not count and the match MUST CONTINUE! The crowd boos as Dace is denied his victory, and Dace himself gives the ref a long, cold, hard stare. Card smirks as he rights himself to a standing position, dragging himself to his feet using the ropes. The Birmingham crowd starts a near universal “Kick his ass Dace Night. Kick his ass!” chant, the full to bursting arena clapping in unison, and Card smiles his cracked gravestone smile. Suicide King: I know what Chris Card is thinking. Axis: Pray tell, oh SWF’s answer to David Blaine. Suicide King: He’s thinking “What a bunch of idiots!” Axis: Very incisive there. Dace regains his feet and hits a Cactus Clothesline on Card, sending the pair to the outside in a crumpled heap on the floor. Dace immediately grabs for a chair, one of the many floating around at ringside and swings for Card, but Card ducks and the clang of steel chair on steel post rings throughout the arena. Card rolls back into the ring, and Dace follows quickly, chair in hand. The referee immediately goes for the chair and wrestles it free from Dace’s hands, much to the chagrin of the crowd. As the referee turns to throw the chair out of the ring Card, always aware of the referee’s positioning, drops to his knees and fires a huge Flairesque uppercut low blow. The crowd are now vehemently booing Card, each face contorted in anger and hatred for the technically minded but unscrupulous Canadian, and Card responds with a smirk before boot scraping the lower back of Dace and synching in a grounded bow and arrow hold. Axis: Dace Night was looking to bring the hardcore element into this match. That could have proved a killer advantage against Card, but I believe the plan has backfired. Suicide King: Dace needs no rules to win, Axis! Chris Card just bends the ones that are there. Axis: I’m sure Dace could win in a fair fight, but Chris Card has gained an unfair advantage here. Suicide King: If the ref didn’t see it, it didn’t happen! Card locks in the Bow and Arrow hold tight, forcing his knees into the back of Dace Night, while pulling back on both his neck and ankles, bending the Birmingham based superstar backward, tensing every muscle, ligament and tendon across his back. Card rocks backwards, elevating the hold and from his new kneeling position he is placed perfectly to flash a malicious grin around three sides of the arena. Dace’s face is contorted into a scrunched up mass of pure anguish, and the implacable star even lets loose a little scream as Card rocks back a second time and locks the hold into it’s inverted form. Gravity and Card’s stretching all pulling against Dace’s back would be enough to make most normal men scream and tap out immediately, but Dace is visibly sucking it up, turning the pain into anger and screaming a defiant no when the referee asks him if he wants to give up. Suicide King: I can feel Dace’s pain from here. And dace rarely feels pain. Axis: Chris Card certainly piling on the pressure here. Card’s shoulders touch the mat for a split second and the referee slaps his hand down onto the mat, signaling a one count against Card, and Technical Perfection shows his technical sense and drops the hold back down to a kneeling Bow and Arrow, before releasing the hold. Card leaves Dace lying there for a fraction of a second, before dropping a heel into his back and then moving into a shoot style back mount, raining a quick series of knees down into Dace’s heavily in pain spinal column. Axis: Somebody fetch the Novocain injections! Chris Card ii trying to dislodge Dace’s vertebrae one by one! Suicide King: I like Chris Card. I’d prefer it if Natasha were here though. She really digs me Axis. Axis: The Gothic Diva is recovering in hospital. And besides she’s more into hardcore bleeding gothic types like Crow! Suicide King: ALL Ladies are into the Suicide King, Axis. The SWF’s original Heartbreaker. Card lifts Dace Night off the ground, and locks in a tight side headlock, then whips Dace over with a quick snap suplex. Card keeps the chancery locked in tight and lifts Dace again, hitting him with a slower vertical suplex, and floating over to cover. 1…2… and Dace kicks out. Card picks up Dace again and lifts him up as if for a Backdrop suplex, but instead just turns it into an Atomic Whip, casually throwing the large Brummie forward and sending him crashing back first to the mat. Card lifts Dace up perpendicular to himself, and parallel to the mat and slams him down forcefully with a side slam. Card riles up the crowd by walking across Dace’s grounded body and then wiping back his hair, flicking a small cascade of sweat onto the fallen Dace in one motion. Axis: Chris Card really winding up this crowd here. Suicide King: A bunch of idiotic locals jeering such a great wrestler. What would they know about Card’s brilliance? They wouldn’t know a hammerlock from a Yale lock. Axis: What’s so technical about disrespecting your opponent? Suicide King: It drives them crazy. That’s the idea. Makes them lose focus. Card waits for Dace to stand, then fires a roundhouse kick in from close range, his massive reach allowing him to wrap his leg round enough to fire a shot into Dace’s back. Card fires another pair of kicks, then steps round Dace, stunning him with a back fist strike as he progresses round, then grabbing one of Dace’s arms and whipping him hard into a corner. Dace howls as his back hits the ring post and Card follows in hitting his trademarked shin, ribs and head kick trifecta, the third kick bringing Dace out a little from the corner. Card slips in behind Dace and sets him for a German suplex, but first muscles the stunned Dace a few steps out into the ring, then hits a massive release German suplex, with Dace going flying, back first, into the turnbuckles! Dace Flair-flops out of the corner, and Card flips him over and covers 1…2… but the local boy is way too close to the ropes and gets a hand up onto them. Axis: Dace Night also showing sound ring positioning there. There are two great ring generals battling it out inside the squared circle there. Suicide King: But with one major difference. Axis: Which is? Suicide King: One of them doesn’t suck! Axis: And that’s Chris Card, right? Suicide King: You’re finally getting it Axis. Both Dace Night and Chris Card get to their feet slowly, Dace through the pain of having his already C4 damaged back seriously worked over, Chris Card a little winded himself from the effort of keeping Dace Night under control. Card fires off a knife hand chop against Dace, but this time the Dean of Horrorcore doesn’t budge. A second chop and again the same result. Card goes for a whip on Dace and Dace do-see-do counters Chris Card’s whip and the Canadian heads ropewards. As Card rebounds Dace hits the master of technical perfection with a wheel powerslam, flattening Card on the mat. 1…2… and Card kicks out. The crowd pops huge for Dace’s comeback and Dace runs into the far ropes, setting himself to hit Card with a stiff running attack as the Canadian rises. Card however ducks down as Dace comes flying towards him, and as Dace hits the near ropes, unable to stop himself as the momentum from the head of steam he had worked up sends him onwards, Card sets himself in a crouch, crosses his heart and as Dace rebounds towards him, snaps off the HEARTBREAKER! Suicide King: HERATBREAKER! He named that move after me you know. Axis: Chris Card stops Dace Night’s comeback quickly there. And the crowd don’t seem happy. Chris Card decides that a cover isn’t going to be worth it, but that he can capitalize on stunning Dace and he drags Dace to his feet, bending Dace sideway and pressing a knee hard into his back. Card cranks up the pressure on his abdominal stretch, then wraps his arm solidly around the neck of the big Brummie, locking in his Stretch Plum! Card wrenches hard, screaming out abuse to the audience, but using each exhalation to enhance the pressure of the hold, like a karate kei-ai, but riling up the audience at the same time in a show of his true heelishness. Axis: The stretch plum is a very dangerous hold. Dace Night is in a tricky situation here and will be hard pressed to get out of it. Suicide King: With Chris Card’s knee hard pressed into his spine! Card drops to his knees, forcing Dace down with him, Dace locked in the anguish of the Stretch Plum hold. Card screams out for the ref to ask Dace if he’s going to quit, and Dace answers with a pained but definite no. Card screams out for Dace to be asked again and Dace again gives a definite no. Card cranks back as hard as he can on the hold, but the pair collapse backwards with Dace landing on Card, as Card does his best starfish impersonation, spent from the exhaustion. Dace lands in a rough back press and the ref counts 1…2… and Card rolls aside instinctively to break the accidental cover. Card rolls outside the ring to recover, breathing heavily. Dace collapses on the mat, and the referee puts a KO count on Dace and a count out on Chris Card. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Axis: This could be it here. Both men are breathing heavily and I don’t see clear signs of revival in either of the two combatants. 6… 7… 8… and Dace returns slowly to his feet. 9… and Card slides back into the ring. Card seems still the sprightlier of the two combatants, the break outside refreshing him, whereas Dace appeared to be just shaking off the waves of pain wracking his body. Card approaches Dace carefully, but the Horrorcore superstar seems more concerned with his personal pain, and the small trickles of blood staining his back from his pay per view wounds, reopened with the ferocity of Card’s spinal attacks. Card stalks Dace Night, looking for an opening then fires of a couple of tracer roundhouse kicks, then moves in quickly to hit a backdrop suplex. Card floats over 1…2… and Dace kicks out. Card drags Dace up to a standing position by the hair, earning himself a stern ticking off form the ref in the process. Card tucks his head under Dace’s shoulder, hitting a second backdrop suplex. Card kicks Dace while he’s on the ground forcing him onto his stomach. Card then fires off a flurry of stomps, bloodying the base of his boot and smearing Dace’s blood over his back, giving the effect of a sun burn, albeit one riddled with scars. Axis: Dace Night is a bloody mess. Suicide King: And so is Chris Card’s boot. That could take an age to scrub off. He’d better set Natasha to it the second she gets to this tour. Axis: If she heard you gender stereotyping her like that she’s slap the taste out of your mouth. Suicide King: Hey treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen. That’s why I’m the ladies expert here. Chris Card grabs Dace Night by the hair again, lifting him to a vertical base. The referee protests again, but Card has Dace at his mercy, locking in a hammerlock tightly. Card marches Dace round the ring, showing that he has Dace ready for one of his Cardiac Arrest maneuvers. The crowd boos loudly and there is an assortment of anti Chris Card and anti Canadian screams of abuse emanating from the massed hordes of wrestling fans. Suicide King: It’s over, it HAS to be over. Axis: Chris Card setting for one of his bigger moves here. This could be over very quickly. Card wraps an arm round the neck of Dace Night and draws him slowly downwards into his patented Hammerlock Dragon Sleeper! Card grins maliciously as the pain on Dace’s face is obviously to all but the fans in the highest nosebleed seats. Even to these high up fans the writhing of Dace’s body is an obvious indicator of Dace’s agonizing predicament. Card wrings what appear to be the last vestiges of life from Dace’s body, and the crowd slowly begins a “Dace! Dace! Dace!” chant. Card responds with a snarl and a re-tightening of the grip. Suicide King: Stop the pain! Put the guy out of his misery! I’m begging you! Axis: This should be curtains for Dace Night. Card has the hold locked in, and it’s affecting Dace’s ability to breath, his ability to think… Suicide King: Like that’d make a difference! Axis: And of course it wrenches on Dace’s bleeding back, which has gone through hell and out the other side downwards. Suicide King: Dace should give up! The ref should just stop it! Axis: Dace isn’t the kind to give up, especially in front of his home crowd. Chris Card shouts out for the crowd to shut up as the chant for Dace rises to a crescendo. The referee goes to check on one of Dace’s arms, which seems limp and lifeless. The writhing stops and Dace looks like he could be gone. The referee lifts Dace’s arm. It falls limply back downwards. The crowd chants grows louder and the referee checks the arm a second time. The arm drops a second time. Women in the audience can be heard screaming their support for Dace Night. The modified Dragon Sleeper is in as tight as it can go. Card seems frustrated with Dace not giving up, and the referee grabs for Dace’s limp arm a third time time. The noise in the arena rises to a crescendo as the arm drops a little, then falls a little more, then steadies, Dace’s writhing returns, the energy of the crowd coursing freely through his oft worked over veins. The arm raises a little and Card snuffs out the crowd’s candle of hope by dropping Dace with the CARDIAC ARREST II! BUT DACE POPS UP! ELBOW SMASH! ELBOW SMASH!! BURNING LAARIAAAAAAAAAT! Both men collapse to the canvas, spent forces. The ref puts on a double KO count again. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Dace Night is up, and lifts an arm in respect to the crowd. Axis: Dace Night is up! Dace Night is up! Every fan in this arena is on their feet cheering for Dace Night! The atmosphere is electric! This could be the greatest comeback in wrestling history, here, tonight, in Birmingham! Suicide King: Whoooooooah there. Hold the hyperbole! This isn’t a foregone conclusion. Dace waits for Card to get up then grabs him and flattens him with a quick DDT! Flash cover 1…2… and Card kicks out. Dace grabs Card and lifts him roughly to his feet, knees the Canadian superstar in the gut and powerbombs Card down! Flash cover 1…2… and Card kicks out! Dace grabs Card and lifts him by the arm, turning it quickly into a whip. As Card returns Dace grabs him across the throat with an arm and lifts him up, turning him over uranage style and dropping Card across Dace’s own knee. Dace lets Card slump to the floor and Dace drops to cover 1…2… and Card kicks out again. Dace stamps on Card a couple of times and roars for the crowd, and they roar back, echoing Dace’s frustration in not being able to finish Card off. Axis: This is looking dangerous for Chris Card. Dace Night has a massive head of steam, and he’s warming up for something devastating! Dace Night lifts up Chris Card and slings him over his shoulder, then smashes him down to the mat with a Running Powerslam! The crowd pops again, probably half for Dace and half for him channeling the British Bulldog. Dace covers again 1…2… and Card just, JUST lifts a shoulder. Dace waits for Card to stand himself this time, then grabs him by the arm, and hits a Single Arm DDT, holding onto the arm, then scissoring it with his legs and going for Card’s face with his arms, looking for Code Black, but Card frees his arm and rolls away towards the ropes. Dace grabs him by the arm and stops him from leaving the ring. Axis: No place to hide for Chris Card now! Dace Night looking to finish this one, as Card appears to be faltering. Suicide King: Dace Night could pick up a hometown win. His promo for the next show will be UNBEARABLE! Dace again goes for the Code Black, but this time he has barely got the hold on when Card grabs hold of the bottom rope with his other arm, and through the screams of pain from Card - Dace hears the referee’s five count and breaks at 4. Dace looks to the sky for inspiration and then a dark, crooked smile crosses his face. He takes Card and shapes to powerslam him again, but turns and deposits him on the top turnbuckle, facing out into the audience. Softening Card up with a couple of high punches with Dace reaching up to drill Card in his lower back. Dace turns to the crowd and soaks in the atmosphere, as they cheer loudly for the attention and the impending Dace victory; Dace then turns back to Card, ready to finish his Canadian opponent off. Axis: Given Dace Night’s reputation for dropping people on their heads, and hard, this can only be bad for Chris Card. Suicide King: Get out of there Card! Run! Flee! Dace drags Card down and racks him across his shoulders in a Torture rack. Dace howls with anguish as he turns slowly, Card’s momentum and his searing back pain turning him round. Dace breathes in slowly, looking for the final blow to be delivered. Axis: Could this be it? Could this be the Psycho Driver? Dace readjusts the rack he holds Card in, but at the crucial moment as Dace prepares to drive Card’s head to the mat, the combined effects of the C4 explosion at Malice in Wonderland, the punishment of Card throughout the match and the effect of Card’s weight across him, the pain becomes too much, even for the Herculean Dace Night, and Dace stumbles half a step backwards. Card shifts his weight in the hold and Dace topples over, and Card slides an arm between Dace’s legs as he falls downwards! Card levers Dace over and rolls through himself, and when the dust settles it’s a modified rolling cradle with Dace’s shoulders on the mat, and Card instinctively puts his feet on the bottom rope for leverage 1…2…3!!!!!!! Axis: What a maneuver! I’m speechless! Chris Card has won this match! Suicide King: I knew he had it in him, Axis. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Freakish_Twist_Of_Fate Report post Posted January 31, 2003 Fookin' A... Another in the "L" column. Anyone want to help me out here? ---------- The newest SJL commercial winds up (It was along the lines of the 'Terry Tate' Reebok commercial, but starring Insane Luchador and set in a school house... Classic stolen-errr-written stuff!), and we're left staring at a black screen... Loverly, ain't it? Slowly but surely, the screen comes back to life, along with the sounds of an arena crowd... But it's a little different than normal to the hardc*re in the TV audience. The mood of the crowd is slightly subdued as the camera pans the audience... Seemingly more proper, but with a hint of hidden madness and chaos completely unknown to us in this quadrant of the world. The camera lights on several renditions of the "Union Jack"... This being the flag, not the drink. It seems British pride is focused in this arena... And as the cameraman zooms in on a particularly buxom bl*nde b*mbshell, she smiles... And the cameraman nearly drops his camera. It seems the British pride of the banning of dentistry is -also- focused in this arena... But wait. Could it be, could it -really- be? ***BOOM!!!*** The pyros light up the stage, and the crowd in attendance start to cheer louder as this edition of the SJL gets set to get underway. The camera drifts down to the announce table as we see Axis and The Sui*ide King take their places. (Axis) Pip-pip, and cheerio, everyone! (King rolls his eyes) And yes, this is indeed a new locale. Tonight, with Crimson, we're rolling out SJL Worldwide! This incredible development has lead to an incredible card as we debut SJL Worldwide at the Birmingham NEC, Birmingham, England! (Crowd pop as they realize, "Hey, that's us!") Axis at ringside with the Sui*ide King, and we're about to get this ball rolling! (King) Bah, it's no good to see our 'allies' in the world state of affairs still haven't developed toothpaste and Listerine (Crowd heat as they realize, "Hey, that's us!"), but it's a decent travel budget they gave us for this show. So, we're doing it here. (Axis, a little hesitant) Yeah... Anyway, since we've had some of our resident wrestlers move on up to the bigs, we're looking at a tournament to determine the new World Championship holder. And that gets started tonight with a couple singles matches, a cage match, and a hardc*re match... But before that, we have a bout between the two 'newly-arrived's that debuted in the Mall Brawl match, Christian Blackwell and Omega Storm. Any thoughts, King? (King, with a sour expression) About a n00b match? No. Axis waits a few beats. (Axis) Absolutely none? (King) Nope. A few more beats... (Axis, sarcastically) Well, what about the rest of the card? Any input there? (King, grinning now) Of course! As always, I'm marking out for all heels in the running tonight. Also, it's nice to see that there's two heavy-duty matches. Though we can't hope to display the same sort of carnage that was put up for grabs at the Pay-Per-View, it's always good to see mega-violence, and a possible bl*odbath on the card. (Axis) Well, the hardc*re match is involving two of the more brutal characters in this league, Insane Luchador and Crow... And the cage match has only the biggest freakin' guy in the league, and the European Champion, -and- the Mall Brawl winner by carmelizing... I'm talking about none other than Janus. (King, smirking) So, in essence, you're saying... In not so many words... That we'll be seeing mega-violence and a possible blo*dbath on the card. (Axis, after a beat) Yes, that's true, but... (King, cutting him off) Just leave it there, then. (Axis, grumbling) Well then fine... Watch us get started when you're looking for mike time, and see how -you- like getting cut off at the knees. King starts to speak, but the lights drop out completely, and the crowd pops. Axis grins broadly (though we can't see it) as his declaration comes true... Almost like divine (read as: writer) inspiration. King growls while "Three Libras" by A Perfect Circle slowly fades into our hearing. The ever-present ringmaster, Funyon, steps between the ropes and to ring center. (Funyon) Ladies and gentlemen of the world! (Decent crowd pop... People love Funyon... Good fashion sense makes it happen) Our first SJL Worldwide bout is scheduled for one fall. Entering the ring area, from Rosslare, Ireland (A bit of a mixed crowd response)... Weighing in at... Funyon does a quick calculation in his mind. (Funyon, continuing) ...112 and one-half kilos (Crowd metrics pop... Damn...)... Here is... Christian Blackwell!!! Out from the back steps Blackwell, with his head down. The crowd response is overall good, though there are some Irish bashers out there in the nosebleeds. As he walks down the rampway, little burts of fire shoot up from beside the ramp, and stay lit as he walks past and down to the ring. As he gets to about the halfway point on the ramp, there's a commotion behind the curtain. Suddenly, someone zooms in from backstage, carrying something. The crowd, sensing something definitely amiss, try to warn Blackwell. (Axis) What the Hell's going on? Who is that? (King, excited) Holy sh*t, Axis-man! That's Omega Storm! For some reason, Blackwell heeds their cries and turns... He gets his arm up just in time to block an incoming tazer shot from (as King stated) Omega Storm. Blackwell catches a bit of 'boxed lightning' on the upper arm and feels the extremity get numbed. The crowd, sensing a bit of a heel / face duel in the offing, get behind the face and try to rally around Blackwell. In the meantime, Storm gets in a quick boot to the mid-section, and drops the boom with a double axe handle to the back as Blackwell's bent over. The heel heat rises. (Axis) Damnit, Storm hit Blackwell with that tazer! What the Hell's he doing? (King, rolling) He's being a heel! It's all legal til that bell rings! Indeed it's true, but the ref is trying to get the stars to the ring. Storm snarls at the ref, and goes to pull Blackwell up... But Blackwell surprises the heel as he's up with little assistance. He proceeds to unload crowd-popping punches on Storm's torso, but the ever-so-slightly smaller Storm shrugs the blows off. Storm delivers a stiff right cross into Blackwell's jaw, and 'helps' Blackwell towards the ring... Unfortunately, Storm tries to get Blackwell to the ring by way of the space that the ring post is currently occupying. Fortunately for Blackwell, and the crowd backing him, he reverses the momentum, showing everyone in the world that physics laws hold true in merry olde England as well! Storm rebounds off the post, and is a little slow on the uptake as Blackwell slips the ropes and enters the ring. He tries to shake the 'fuzzies' out of his arm as Storm slides into the ring. The ref follows suit, and so does the ring bell (The ringing of it, that is...). The crowd pops in that 'Finally!' sort of way. (Axis) And now that the match before the match is done, we can get the match that is the match underway! (King, looking lost) Huzzah? What the Hell'd you just say??? (Axis, slowly) The... Match... Is... Officially... Started... (King) Oh... Well, good! Axis sighs as the ref comes up on Storm as he stands. The ref is laying into Storm, palm out, and Storm is looking as though he wants to eat the ref for lunch. The ref starts a chant, in a distinctively British accent: (Crowd) Give it up! Give it up!! GIVE IT UP!!! (Axis) Looks like the tazer is about to go buh-bye. (King) Bah. He'll get it back if he really wants it. Storm finally gives up the tazer, looking daggers at the ref as he sets it away. The two combatants finally approach each other in the squared circle. With a twisted grin, Storm offers up a hand... A challenge that Blackwell has to accept with the weakened arm... If he accepts at all. (King) Oooooh... A little bit of strategy on the part of Storm... Me likes. (Axis) You like anything with two legs and a hole. Any witty retort by King is missed as the action refocuses to the ring. The crowd gets behind Blackwell, and the new face accepts the challenge. The crowd pops again, and the two stars lock it up, in a one-armed show of strength. For several moments, nothing seems to happen, but it's evident that Blackwell's arm isn't exactly on-par as he starts losing ground. The crowd seems to know what to do as they pump harder for the good guy. However, Storm adjusts his grip, nabbing Blackwell's wrist, and gives the arm a nice twist. Blackwell grimaces, and the arm goes over the head. Blackwell bites his lip a moment, then lets loose with a nas*y kick to the solar plexus. Storm, caught unawares, staggers back slightly and releases the hold. The crowd gives it a little more as Blackwell charges and throws an elbow into the staggering Storm. Blackwell never skips a beat, bringing a barrage of running elbows and chops, backing Storm into the ropes. He levels chop after chop into the chest of Storm as the crowd backs him up, and the ref finally comes in with the 5 count. Blackwell backs away, acceptable with the clean break. However, Storm isn't, and gets a little bounce off the ropes to get into a run. With a quick jump, a hook of the neck, and gravity, Storm takes down Blackwell in a nice bulldog lariat. (Axis) Excellent bit of offense by Blackwell... (King, jumping right in) ...Absolutely SPOILED by the resourcefulness of Storm! The crowd lays on the heat as Storm goes to pick up the prone Blackwell. But, he gets surprised as an 'on-the-mat' drop toe hold by the face drops him face-first to the mat. Almost like he was playing possum, and with the crowd rolling in the pops, Blackwell is quick to get around and straddle Storm's back. He grabs a leg, and pulls back into the single-leg Boston Crab. Storm growls in protest, and the ref is awfully quick to come down and ask if he gives. Storm screams, more in anger at the ref than in pain. (Axis) Blackwell trying to get Storm to give in... Or at least do some matching damage. (King) We'll see. Storm grunts and starts to lift slowly off the mat with his arms, but a quick tug on the leg by Blackwell puts the heel back down with the distraction of pain. Suddenly, Storm reaches back and grabs Blackwell's head. With an arch of the back, he swiftly brings two heads crashing together, and Blackwell releases the hold. (King) Oooooh... Interesting move on the part of Storm. (Axis, quietly) That's right, King... Suck up to the heel. (King) What? (Axis) Nothing... Axis proceeds to make, as H. Ross Perot described it, a "huge sucking sound". King grumbles, but the match goes on. Storm is slow to his feet, and slightly hobbly on the leg, as the Crab was held for a decent amount of time. Blackwell is dazed, holding his head. Storm decides to press the advantage, and grabs Blackwell's free arm. With a powerful tug, Storm throws up the other arm, and SLAMS Blackwell to the mat with an impromptu short-arm clothesline. Soaking in the crowd heat like a Spongebob Squarepants, he stalks over a step, and puts a foot on the fallen Blackwell's chest. He eyes the ref for a moment. The ref, thinking this couldn't truly be a pin attempt, renegs on that thought, and drops. . .. ... .... ..... ONE! ..... .... ... .. . Suddenly, Storm is lifted off-balance as Blackwell grabs his planted foot, and tugs it, knocking the c*cky one off-balance. As Storm falls, the crowd pops as Blackwell (in a "How does this feel, bitch!" move) throws himself down on Storm, and hooks the leg... . .. ... .... ..... ONE! ..... .... ... .. . ...And Storm powers out with relative ease. (Axis) An exchange of pin tries there. (King) But Storm is too good for that. (Axis, smirking) Blackwell escaped his pretty well too, you know. To Blackwell's credit, he's back on the offensive quick enough, dropping a quick standing legdrop on the mostly prone Storm, then immediately gets Storm's arm in a Cross Armbar. The crowd cheers hard as Blackwell tries to give some arm-ache back to Storm. The ref is rather quick to get down and ask Storm if he submits or not... And Storm, in a fit of rage, responds by landing several stiff blows to Blackwell's head and chest with his free hand. Blackwell is forced to relinquish the hold, or face some brutality. (Axis) Blackwell trying to return the favor from the early going here, King. (King) Bah, that kid doesn't have the strength to hang with Storm. (Axis, muttering) Your gir*friend said the same about me when I was with her last night... (King, mad) Hey! That wasn't my gir*friend, that was a hook... (Axis, grinning as King sputters) ...Line, and sinker, my friend... Gotcha. Meanwhile, Blackwell has danced away from Storm, and is facing the heel down as he stands. Working the stingers out of his arm, Storm charges Blackwell. The facer ducks down, grabs hold of Storm's leg, and twists and falls, bringing the charging bull to the mat! The crowd rallies behind Blackwell as he's back to his feet again. Again Storm charges, and again Blackwell's there with the Dragon Screw. This time, Blackwell slides over... He hooks the targeted leg, causing a look of discomfort to cross Storm's features. The ref drops to make the count as the crowd echoes... . .. ... .... ..... ONE! ..... .... ... .. . . .. ... .... ..... TWO!! ..... .... ... .. . And Storm manages a desperate escape, much to the displeasure of the crowd. (Axis) Blackwell working on picking Storm apart with some nice tech throws and stretches. (KIng) Don't worry, brute strength will win out any time. (Axis, snickering) That's what -she- said to me... (King, royally pis*ed, pardon the pun) SHUT... UP!!! Back in the ring, Blackwell hauls the grimacing Storm to his feet, and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Blackwell attempts to get the rebounding Storm into a Sleeper, but Storm ducks down. Blakcwell watches the heel whiz by, and backs up a few steps. As Storm comes off the ropes again, Blackwell runs in and levels a quick forearm to Storm's chest. The crowd reacts like it didn't do what it was meant to, but to Blackwell, it was the perfect move. As Storm stumbles slightly off-balance while stopping, Blackwell drifts behind him, and slaps on an inverted face lock! The fans come to their feet as Blackwell goes to a knee, and locks his hands, completing the Dragon Sleeper! Storm struggles and flails to the sounds of the crowd chanting Blackwell's name, and the ref comes down to the duo to check on Storm. (Axis) Blackwell with the Dragon Sleeper! This could be a gamebreaker! (King) Ugh... This is not the way he wants to go down in his first singles match, I'm sure... Storm seems to fade somewhat as Blackwell continues to put the heavy squeeze on. But somewhere, somehow... He finds that little extra to start fighting off semi-conciousness. Slowly, but surely, Storm powers up with his legs... Half-standing... Then standing. The crowd and Blackwell are incredulous! The crowd tries a renewed surge of pop for Blackwell, and he tries to feed off it, but to no avail. Even on a weakened leg, Storm is at a stand, and on the move. Somehow, he whips Blackwell around a bit, getting himself between Blackwell and the ref... He throws an elbow back... But it doesn't connect! But the crowd starts hissing and booing hard as Blackwell stumbles away from the hold, writhing. Storm grins, and the ref is none the wiser as Blackwell falls to the mat. (Axis) Oh my God, I can't believe it! (King, cooing) Oh yeah! The fake elbow to reverse nut shot! Excellent escape maneuver! (Axis) Like Hell! Storm stalks over to the prone Blackwell, and hauls him up. He gets Blackwell around the waist with both arms, hauling him straight up into the air, and kneeling... The crowd cries out in mutual anguish as Blackwell's dropped down on Storm's knee... Crotch first! Blackwell slides off in sheer agony at the possible loss of kids he'll never have, and Storm slides in for the pin... And hooks the leg this time... . .. ... .... ..... ONE! ..... .... ... .. . . .. ... .... ..... TWO!! ..... .... ... .. . But somehow Blackwell kicks out at about a two-and-a-half. The crowd shows their support, but reverse as Storm straddles Blackwell's chest, and lays in some wicked mounted punches on la cabeza de Blackwell (King) Storm getting in high-powered offense here now. (Axis) 'High-powered offense'? Nut shots followed by punching a downed man is -not- high-powered offense! (King) There was just one nut shot, and it's legal... Called a Manhattan Drop. (Axis) Bullsh*t. (King) The ref never saw more than one. (Axis, grumbling) Exactly... Meanwhile, the ref gets to four... Then five, and calls for the break. Storm rails away with a few more slugs, then finally gets to his feet, dragging the stunned Blackwell with him. Blackwell, wits in reality about him, slugs Storm hard in the solar plexus, getting the other man to release his grip. He reaches up, locking Storm in an inverted facelock... But something in his eyes, and that pause... This one's bigger than normal. The crowd senses, and rallies loudly. (Axis) This could be it! We could see the 404! (King) Not a chance... Look! And as he speaks, Storm delivers a pair of stiff shots to the sides of Blackwell's temples! The face groans and releases the hold, and Storm takes advantage, grabbing Blackwell's arm, and whipping him hard towards the ropes. (King) Nice escape by Storm! (Axis) And as Storm escapes from Blackwell, I think Blackwell can escape anything Storm can throw at him! Meanwhile, in the ring, Blackwell bounds off the ropes, going for the sizeable running forearm... The crowd's all over it... But so is Storm. He gets his feet in a good base, and ducks the forearm, driving his shoulder into Blackwell's gut! Then he lifts... With Blackwell still on his shoulder! (King, whistling) I don't think he's escaping this! Storm puts his hands under Blackwell's arms and pushes Blackwell into the air! After a moment of heel heat and showing off, Storm lets Blackwell go... But as Blackwell is falling to the mat, Storm locks Blackwell in a 3/4 facelock, and drops to the mat! Blackwell's chin makes a sickening "THUD!" as it cr*cks into Storm's shoulder... The crowd loses all drive, booing Storm as best they can with their face laying totally dazed on the mat. However, the bit of extra momentum carries Storm off-balance and tipping... Falling... Into the referee! Both of them hit the mat, with the ref taking the majority of the crunch! Storm is slow to his feet, but as he sees the downed ref, and the still-downed Blackwell, he grins evilly. (King) Holy sh*t! He just hit the freakin' Omega Cloudburst out of nowhere! (Axis, after a beat) I think that's why it's called that... (King) Ah, shut up! WOOOOO!!! (Axis) Wait a minute, what's he doing now? Storm charges over, and out of the ring, looking... Suddenly, he grabs an object off of the ground. The crowd groans... It's the tazer! (King) Ha-HAH!!! No ref, no rules! I love it! (Axis) This is cheap, folks... Utterly and horribly cheap! Storm slides back into the ring, spying Blackwell stirring from his spot. Storm quickly rushes over, and administers a large dose of jolt into Blackwell's system! The crowd give rotten boos as the face flounders and struggles like a fish out of water. There's a full 10 seconds of shocking revelations until Storm notices the ref moving, and the face -not-. Storm tosses the evidence, and hooks the leg for the cover! (Axis) I can't believe it! The ref crawls slowly over and starts the painfully slow count... . .. ... .... ..... ONE! ..... .... ... .. . No movement from Blackwell... . .. ... .... ..... TWO!! ..... .... ... .. . Suddenly, he stirs... The fans rise... Will it be enough? . .. ... .... ..... THREE!!! ..... .... ... .. . DING DING DING!!! (Axis) It's an outrage! (King, jubilant) It's the heel's first W! The ref holds up Storm's hand from the mat as Funyon grabs a mike at ringside. (Funyon) Your winner... Omega Storm! The boos turn even uglier as Storm mocks the fans, reveling in his first victory. (Axis) Folks, we'll be back with some clean-finishing matches after these commercials! (Fade to black...) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Goodear Report post Posted January 31, 2003 Hey Storm, There is no way you could have lost by that much as near as I can figure out, so it's basically the little things that are giving others slight edges over you. I think I have a few helpful hints though... I think the meat of your match is good. The body of the work doesn't drag at all, which is usually a major problem with new writers. But you've seemingly got that down. What does seem to be an issue is the beginning and end of your match. Like in the beginning, you shock Blackwell before the match starts and toss him into a ringpost. Then, once the match begins, you start with a test of strength which doesn't fit in with the way the match started. If I just got electrocuted, and I can fight back... I'm not going to just start wrestling normally if you see what I'm saying? Your end also feels a little off as you hit your finisher while the ref is bumped and then shock Blackwell again before going for the pin. The referee bump is a totally unnessesary tool in this instance. Now, if Blackwell hits his finisher and and ref can't count...you have something. Here it feels more unneeded. You could have just got the pin and shocked him afterward as more of a FU and it would have been more effective IMO. And the tazer itself could stand to get a sound effect or something... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest WrestlingDeacon Report post Posted January 31, 2003 As your marker, Storm, I sent you comments and tips over pm. I always make notes when I mark and am more than happy to share them with people. I agree with a lot of what Ejiro said as it was your ending and beginning that didn't sit well with me. Also the fact that you tazed the arm to start, worked a couple cursory things on it and then got away from it, same thing with the crotch shot later. I love the idea of giving the tazer a sound effect and you really need to flesh out the sections where you taze someone with better descriptions. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
