Strom's losing thread

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

For the people watching at home…the T.V. screen shows the commercial finishing to the top part of the arena. The camera changes to another camera that’s around the isle catching screaming fans with signs up that says: “I’m proud to by a Mexican like ELM” and other signs that isn’t so friendly, that’s actually sad that says: “Get well soon Thugg…we will miss you.” Up and down the ramp that camera catches all the screaming people before switching camera views and focusing to the commentary team right on the announce table. Riley and Mark sit there patiently waiting for their cue to begin commentating. Mark gets his cue and starts doing his thing.

 

 

“Coming off one of the best PPV outings in a long time and straight into the Main Event for Storm. These two don’t have much of a history, but I surely know that they don’t like each other very much.” Mark said, starting off his duties.

 

“A lot of people doesn’t like Bo for the simple fact is that they envy him…he did something that no one who wanted to try could never do, and that is take out Thugg…for good. I’m sorry, if he’s not there for the world title, I don’t know who is…because ELM, the recent world champion, he lost numerous times to Thugg…and Bo basically killed Thugg’s career…put two and two together.”

 

“Don’t tell me that you justify Bo’s actions?”

 

“Let you sleep with my lover…or let me sleep with your wife, and then ask yourself if what Bo did was justifiable.” Riley answered.

 

“First of all, I would never sleep with your boyfriend…second of all, killing someone or paralyzing him is not the answer. So, I feel what Bo did was wrong…and trust me, I know him better than you do.” Mark replied back.

 

“Well since you know him so well, you should know all the bull he went through with his family and what not…and then his best friend at that time is going to betrayed you like that. I would reacted the same way…oh, by the way…I’m the not gay…baseball is.”

 

“Wow, great comeback. That really hurts my feelings.”

 

“Whatever…well lets gets started of this non-title match. I feel that Bo deserve a title shot.”

 

“No, that’s TnT’s title shot…so Bo has to wait for ELM to kick his ass first.”

 

“Well, Bo is going to have to show ELM that he deserve that title shot…just like TnT does as well.

 

The lights dim into a dark blue type color with a fire type reddish color hovering over the darkness. The Tron awakens with the words. "Wait is over" as it quickly juggles with scenes of Bo's greatest moments and victories. As a loud voice echoes around the arena stating "Damn Homie, in High school you was man Homie...what the fuck happen you."

 

“The following non-title match is schedule for one fall and has a 20 minute time limit. Coming in first, he just came out a brutal victory over HVille Thugg in an I Quit match. He’s hailing from the Bronx in New York City and weighs in at 285 pounds. PPPEEERRRFFFEEECCCTTT BBBOOO!!!” Funyon announced

 

The song "Wanksta" by 50 cent starts to as Bo slowly comes out from behind the curtains into a chorus of boos. Bo has his head down but he slowly raises it up to see the crowd as they boo him with no remorse. Bo looks around with a sly smirk on his lips as he cracks his neck. He slowly descends himself down the ramp and stops right in the middle of the ramp. He looks to his left and to his right, he then raises both his hands exposing his middle and index fingers crossed together as his pinky and thumb sticks out leaving the ring finger curled up in his palms. As both arms reaches it peaks, two red pyros blast from the ground into the air as the Tron changes images as two words are implanted on the screen that says "THUG LIFE". Bo has a cocky smile on as people in Hartford Connecticut show their hatred towards Bo as he slides in the ring. He quickly goes towards the turnbuckle, thought about climbing up it, but changes his mind as he puts his arm on top of it…resting and waiting for ELM to come out.

 

“I really don’t think people like him very much.” Mark said.

 

“And I’m surprise…they are about 2 hours away from train…I mean, Connecticut and New York…Metro North and that’s it. And they hate him…oh well, typical people that doesn’t know anything and just sees what’s going on on TV.”

 

“Well, that’s what we only show them.”

 

“And that’s wrong…people should know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”

 

“So help you god…” Mark said, trying to sound funny as he chuckles a bit.

 

“God…you’re stupid.”

 

A Mexican voice shouts out, “UNO! DOS! TRES! CUATRO!” with each word accompanied by an orange burst of pyro from each turnbuckle. From there, “Mission Trip to Mexico” by Bunch of Believers is blasted through the PA, beginning at the chorus of the song. El Luchadore Magnifico bursts out from behind the curtain as the song begins, eliciting a loud cheer from the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp, waving his flag excitedly.

 

“And his opponent…the man the man that has the title for the longest time…the man that made Tom Flesher tap out in the PPV. From Mexico City…EEELLL LLLUUUCCCHHHAAADDDOOORRR MMMAAAGGGNNNIIIFFFIIICCCOOO!!!” Funyon screamed out with enthusiasm.

 

Magnifico takes time to slap a few fans hands, then slides into the ring, drops his flag, and hops onto the second turnbuckle, where he waves his flag wildly. Eventually, he hops off of the turnbuckle and begins stretching as his music dies down…not paying attention to Bo who’s looking at him with an evil eye. ELM gives the flag and his title to the referee and just stares Bo down.

 

“ELM looks type confident in this match…and that’s going to be his downfall.” Riley said.

 

“He’s confident because he knows that Bo isn’t something special…Bo isn’t perfect like he said he is. Tom beat Bo…ELM beat Tom…put two and two together.”

 

“Shut up, just shut up.”

 

After putting away the flag and title the referee goes to the middle of the ring and signals for the bell…

 

‘Ding, Ding, Ding.’

 

ELM begins to skip around the mat watching Bo just lean on the turnbuckle, not moving a muscle…Bo just stares at ELM with no type of emotion. ELM look back and fourth from the referee to Bo, as the world champion wants this match to start already. The referee looks at Bo and then makes a hand motion signaling for Bo to begin fighting. Bo looks at the referee and smiles a bit…he steps forward and face ELM, he goes directly to him, without hesitation and locks up with an un-expecting ELM. Bo uses his power and drives ELM towards the turnbuckle. The referee goes towards them to separate them but Bo backs up with no swing…just a smile.

 

“Clean break up by Bo…wait, OH MY GOD!!! CLEAN BREAK UP BY BO!” Mark said in shock but filled with sarcasm.

 

Bo backs up to the middle of the ring as ELM stares him down…knowing that he cannot go toe to toe against Bo. The perfect one smiles as he waves ELM to come and get some more, ELM, a bit reluctant walks towards Bo and locks up again…after about a second of the tie up, Bo pulls ELM towards Bo’s body and then pushes him off. ELM lands on his ass, flips backwards, the tumbling stopped when ELM ended up on his knees, looking up.

 

“If ELM can learn how to use his speed he will have the advantage in this match…but since he is determined to illustrate that he can handle and powerful man, he will be manhandled by a powerful man. It’s common sense.” Riley said

 

Bo is now being type cocky at this moment as he points at his pecs…his physique of pure perfection. ELM gets up, nodding in approving Bo’s using his strength. Bo raises his hands up preparing himself for another tie up…he swings to lock up with ELM and over power him. ELM dodges Bo’s grasps and gets behind him…instead of doing anything ELM smacks Bo over the head to humiliate him. ELM backs up and smiles at the crowd as the people show their love towards ELM by standing up and clapping at ELM’s action. Bo quickly turns around…obviously upset at what just happen, Bo quickly goes to grab ELM but the Mexican quickly ducks Bo’s massive arms, goes behind him, and quickly kicks Bo right on his BUTT. Bo grabs his ass for a second in anger and disgrace. Bo turns around and stares down at ELM who just smiles, Bo then goes to ELM with ill intent but ELM doesn’t stand there, he uses his speed to make Bo chase him.

 

“This look like a cat chasing a damn rat.” Mark said.

 

“You mean like Tom and Jerry?” Riley asks.

 

“Yeah, and as usual, the rat always wins because they’re smarter.”

 

ELM goes towards the ropes, grabs the top rope, goes over the top rope but held on as he pulls the rope down causing Bo to go over the top rope and land on the floor. ELM pulls himself up and sees Bo getting to his feet. ELM looks back, runs towards the ropes right opposite from him, bounces off…runs forward and flies off with a cross body over the top rope and land right on top of Bo. The crowd really gets into this as they just witnessed the world champion fly like an eagle. ELM gets up and noticed Bo already getting up from the plancha…ELM smacks Bo in the face with an open right hand, another one makes Bo look up with pure anger. ELM then runs to the ring, jumps up at the apron…this is when ELM looks back to see if Bo was already on his feet. ELM then turns around, waits for a second and jumps off the apron…ELM tries to take Bo down with a quick Hurricanrana but Bo blocks it…he uses his strength to hold ELM up. Bo walks towards the corner as he still has a hold on ELM’s legs. He makes it towards the steel steps…swings ELM towards the steps making his head hit the steps with full impact.

 

“Once again, this is a display stating that strength does over come speed…” Riley said

 

Mark has a look of disgust, as he doesn’t agree with Riley’s comments. “No, Bo just did something illegal and you think it’s right? No, he got the advantage right now because he did something that he wasn’t suppose to do.”

 

“Answer this for me Mark…was the referee looking?”

 

“As a matter of fact…he was.”

 

“Well, if he said it wasn’t illegal, it wasn’t…live with it.” Riley ended the momentary dispute.

 

The referee has already initiated the mandatory count out ten count and he’s on the number 3. After slamming ELM’s head on the steel steps, Bo staggers back in a little dizziness. After shaking the cobwebs from his head, Bo goes back to ELM who is on the floor right next to the steel steps. Bo helps ELM up and then rams his face right to the top part of the steel steps.

 

‘Five’ screams the referee as well as indicating with his fingers.

 

Bo looks up at the referee, goes towards the side of the ring and rolls in only to roll back out…

 

“Smart move by Bo disrupting the count and continuing his mayhem on ELM.” Riley said.

 

Bo goes directly to ELM, lifting his face off the steel steps and slamming it hard once again on it making his head bounce up. Bo then grabs ELM by the back of his neck and throws throw’s him in the ring…Bo slides in right behind him as ELM quickly gets up and runs towards the opposite ropes from him…he bounces off and runs back to a Bo that’s on his feet already. ELM jumps up, turns around so that his legs goes around Bo’s waist…while this is happening, ELM’s hands touches the mat causing him to push up…Bo pulls him up simultaneously, twirls ELM around so that Bo’s arms is around ELM’s body in a form of a bear hug, does a 180 and plants ELM down on the mat hard with a vicious spine buster.

 

“Even trying to use his speed, he is still no match for Bo’s talent and strength.” Riley commented

 

Bo quickly goes for the pin attempt…the referee goes towards ELM’s shoulder and begins to pound on the mat as he stares at ELM’s shoulders…

 

‘One’

 

‘Two’

 

ELM kicks out easily as Bo helps ELM up by grabbing his hair and pulling him up…he grabs ELM by the arm and then whips him across the ring…ELM bounces back and sees Bo prematurely bending over perhaps for a back body drop…ELM continued running towards Bo, somehow was able to move slightly to the side, was able to grab Bo’s head in a front face lock position, the momentum caused ELM to get lifted off his feet, swing around while still holding onto Bo’s head and drop Bo, head first, right on the mat in a standing tornado DDT. The impact cause Bo to bounce up and turn so that he’s back first on the mat, ELM quickly gets up getting a second wind as he quickly goes towards the ropes, grabs the top rope, pulls himself up by jumping on the top turnbuckle and flipping backwards off of it…He moonsaults off the top rope and lands right on Bo. Although, that’s not the finish, he wants to continue doing damage of Bo as he quickly goes towards the same ropes he just jump off…goes through the ropes and start climbing up again. The crowd, knowing what’s about to happen gets up from their seat and started cheering. ELM finally makes it to the top rope and looks down at Bo. He dumps forward, flipping backward and a beautiful sight as people take pictures of ELM in the air attempting to complete the ‘Mexican Pride Press’…right before landing, Bo raises his knees up and that cause ELM to land right on top of Bo’s knees. After crashing, ELM gets up in pain as he grabs his stomach…Bo gets up at this time, waits for ELM to turn around and once ELM does Bo kicks him in the gut causing more pain on ELM’s stomach. Bo turned around and quickly reaches back in attempt to put ELM in a ¾ headlock. Once ELM gets himself into Bo’s ¾ headlock and know that Bo is about to drop down to hit the perfect pain, ELM pushes Bo off and send Bo to the ropes…Bo springboards back from the ropes but gets greeted with ELM’s boot right to his face. Bo drops faster then a virgin who’s having his first sexual intercourse.

 

“Ok, now that was some fast pace action and it ended up Bo lying right on his back in pain…that’s what you call a good life.” Mark said, mocking at Riley and his obsession on being against anything that is good.

 

“Blah…that’s what I feel about you and your stupid feelings against ELM…blah.”

 

ELM doesn’t hesitate of covering Bo as he goes on top of the perfect one and hooks the far leg…the referee goes towards Bo’s shoulders and commence on slamming the mat as he stares right into Bo’s shoulders.

 

‘One’ the referee screamed as his hand connects to the mat.

 

‘Two’

 

‘Th.’ No…Bo got his shoulder up right on time to break up the count. ELM doesn’t show any anger as he gets up while at the same time helping Bo up to his feet. ELM then grabs Bo by the arm and whips him towards the ropes…Bo goes across the ring and rebounds off the ropes, while he runs back to ELM…Bo noticed ELM with his head down. Bo stopped right in front of ELM and grabs him by both his shoulders and quickly pulls him between Bo’s legs positioning ELM into a standing head scissor. Bo then wraps his arms around ELM’s waist and lifts him up in the air in a powerbomb…but as ELM is on top of Bo’s shoulder, he starts to hit Bo on top of the head with right hands…this does staggers the man back a little, almost losing his balance. After this happen, ELM tries to take advantage and falls back hope to take Bo over with a Hurricanrana. Bo doesn’t fall for it as he blocks it…he lets go of ELM’s left leg and kept hold of the right hand. ELM’s head is suspended down by Bo’s mid section. Bo causes the leg to slip down a little…he had it by ELM’s thighs, but after letting it slip down a bit, he now has it by ELM’s knee. Bo moves forward a little so that ELM’s head goes between Bo’s legs. After noticing that ELM’s head went through Bo’s legs, Bo starts crouching down little by little. Bo finally sat down on ELM’s lower back while he still has the single crab on. The crowd gets to their feet, expecting for the crank but hoping for an escape as Bo uses the other hand, which was his right, to reach back and to try and grab ELM’s head.

 

“Oh my god…I think he has him…he’s going for the Perfect Crank and if he applies this, it’s over.” Riley excitedly said.

 

“I know it hurts…but ELM can handle it.”

 

Bo, still trying to get a grasp of ELM’s head…after about 5 second of trying, Bo finally grabs the head and yanks it back causing the completion of the ‘Perfect Crank’. They are in the middle of the ring and ELM got a long way to go.

 

“He’s going to tap.” Riley said

 

“No he’s not.” Mark answered

 

“Yes he is.”

 

“No he’s not”

 

ELM tries to make his way towards the ropes…but the pain runs through his face as he slowly crawls, little by little to the ropes. He raises his hands in a motion as if he was about to tap but instead he grabs his head with his other and closes his eyes as the referee goes towards ELM’s face and asked him if he wants to give up. ELM screams no as he tries to separate Bo’s hands from under his chin. Bo continues to crank back on the head with sheer force…ELM continues to make his way towards the ropes, he’s about 4 feet away now as he reaches for it but to no avail. He continues to crawl as Bo screams profanity…the crowd is cheering for ELM to reach to the ropes as he is about 3 feet away.

 

“He’s too far away from the ropes…he aint going to making it…trust me.”

 

“He’s not the world champion for nothing…he’s going to make it because he’s really good, he has the record for the person who held the title the longest. He’s going to make it.” Mark said, being on ELM side.

 

“All I know ELM is so lucky that this isn’t a title match.”

 

Two feet away now, and now the crowd is going wild and cheering ‘Mag-nifico’ ‘Mag-nifico’. One foot away and he reach again for the ropes, the fingertips touches the bottom ropes but he still needs to get a bit closer for him to grab it. He jerks his body one more time to get closer to the ropes, this time he reaches for it…he’s touching the ropes as Bo continues to crank harder of the leg and neck area…with the other hand, ELM has it up in the air as if he was going to tap, but the other hand is making contact with the bottom ropes…

 

“He’s going to grab the rope…look.” Mark said as he points on his monitor to show Riley.

 

“He’s not going to be able to grab the ropes…he’s going to tap out before that…look.” Riley reply as he points at his own monitor.

 

His fingernails is the only thing that touches the ropes…he lifts that same arm up in the air, extend his arm as far as he can with his eyes wide open. His arm falls forward and HE GRABS THE ROPES! The referee goes towards Bo and tells him to get off…Bo looks at him and releases the hold and begins to celebrate. The referee walks behind him, tapping him on the shoulder and telling him that ELM grabs the ropes and pulls his arm down. Bo looks at him with an evil look as the referee begins to back peddle…Bo then turn his head to ELM who is still on the ground and still has his hand clutched to the rope. He’s in obvious pain. Bo helps ELM up to his feet, he grabs ELM by the arm and whips him towards the corner of the far right…but ELM reverses it and whips Bo towards the corner. Bo crashes on the turnbuckle and sees ELM hobbling towards him. Right when ELM reaches Bo, the perfect one bends down and back body drops ELM over the top rope, but ELM grabs the top rope and lands on the apron. Bo walks forward a bit…he looks back and sees ELM standing on the apron. Bo, surprise goes towards ELM to grab him and or punch him down, but ELM saw that coming and drives his shoulder between the top and middle rope to hit Bo right on the stomach. Bo doubles over, ELM uses the ropes to springboard over Bo and ELM landed right on his feet behind Bo. They are back to back at this moment and ELM reaches back to hook Bo’s arms.

 

“He’s going for it.”

 

“The good thing is that Bo caused so much damage to ELM that ELM will not have the stamina nor the strength to complete his move.” Riley said

 

ELM hooks the arms of Bo, twirls around to face the turnbuckle…he starts to run towards the turnbuckle and runs up it. He makes it to the second rope, the third and that’s when Bo yanks ELM forward…over his head and drops with a sitout Powerbomb.

 

“OH MY GOD!”

 

“YEAH BABY”

 

Bo stood there so it can be a pinning predicament…the referee, shock to see what he just saw goes towards ELM’s shoulder’s…he begins to pound the mat.

 

‘One’

 

‘Two’

 

‘T’

 

‘H’

 

‘R’

 

‘E’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ELM’s rolls his left shoulder towards the right to break to count…and the mat continues as Bo pushes ELM’s legs towards the side. He’s obviously pissed off as he goes and helps ELM up to his feet…he applies a front face lock, twirls around as if he’s attempting a reverse final cut, but ELM somehow got out of the way, grabs Bo around the waist, lifts him up…and…and…and…GERMAN SUPLEX…WITH A BRIDGE! The referee quickly goes towards the pin and start pounding the mat.

 

‘One’ as the crowd joins in

 

‘Two’ as the crowd and Mark Stevens joins in.

 

‘T’

 

‘H’

 

‘R’

 

‘E’

 

‘E’ NOOOOOOOOOOOO…Bo got his shoulder rolled over right on the very last second to break the count…the referee jolted up and puts the number two up using his fingers indicating that it was a two count and very close two count at that.

 

“That was a three…I saw a three and the whole crowd saw a three.”

 

“But the person that saw the two count is the one that counts.”

 

ELM gets up, fired up and goes directly to the referee…not complaining, but asking if he was sure it wasn’t a three count. While ELM is busy with the referee Bo rolls out of the ring to clear out the cobwebs he has…he goes around the ring towards the announce table.

 

“Alright Bo…just calm down, relax and rethink what you have to do…it’s ok, we all know that you’re better than him.” Riley said to Bo since Bo is right on the announce table.

 

“What are you doing?” Mark asks Riley

 

“I’m just giving Bo some encouragement…damn what’s so wrong about that?”

 

Mark shakes his head a bit before pointing back to the ring…Bo looks at Mark pointing towards the ring and he turns around to see ELM already springboarding himself off the ropes and flying off to take Bo down with a cross body as he completes the ‘crossing the boarder’. Bo lands hard on the floor but his head did hit the announce table and that got him real dizzy. ELM gets up, fired up as he screams some things in Spanish. The crowd gets right behind him as he once again goes back in the ring. Bo turns over so that his stomach is on the floor, he begin to crawl towards the ring. ELM is celebrating inside the ring and doesn’t see Bo lifting the apron from the floor and reaching in. He slowly takes out a steel chair which makes the crowd same some very nasty things in the direction of Bo. Bo tries to cover the steel steps with his body as he climbs up the apron, sitting down on it. ELM sees this and goes towards the ropes, reaching over the top rope to grab Bo’s head and that’s when Bo swings the chair up and ‘Clank’…

 

Riley smiles as he said: “That’s what I’m talking about…do what ever you got to do to show people that you belong.”

 

“He hit him with a chair…that’s illegal.”

 

“Now ELM knows better than to mess with Bo when he wants something…you should just give it to him.”

 

“He don’t deserve it, you know that.”

 

“Oh, he deserves it…he deserved it a long time ago, but too many back stages politics brings him down. And now he only care for himself, and I’m proud of that.” Riley said, finishing the dispute.

 

ELM staggers back while holding his head in pain…the referee didn’t see the chair shot so he doesn’t know what’s going on. Bo goes between the ropes with the chair in hand and he waits for ELM to turn around. The referee sees the chair and tells Bo to let go of the chair but Bo doesn’t listen as he raise the chair over his head, and when ELM turned around, the chair comes crashing down on ELM’s head knocking him out…and the referee signals for the bell.

 

‘Ding, Ding, Ding.’

 

“And the winner of this match via disqualification…EEEELLLL LLLUUUUCCCHHHAAADDDOOORRR MMMAAGGGNNNIIIFFFIIICCCOOO’

 

After hearing the announcement, Bo turns towards the referee and swings the chair to him, hitting him across the face knocking him out as well. Bo then looks back down at ELM and lifts the chair up again and swings it down with sheer force hitting ELM right on the back of his neck…Bo then drops the chair and goes outside, he goes towards the announce table and pushes Funyon out of the way, he grabs the chair and folds it up…he slides in the ring with the chair and opens it a little as he walks towards the fallen ELM. He puts ELM’s head between the little opening the chair has.

 

“Don’t tell me he’s going to do it? This is how he broke Thugg’s neck, he’s not going to do it to ELM, that’s inhumane.”

 

Riley just sits back, smiling and not saying a word.

 

Bo grabs the other chair and lifts it way up in the air when…a whole bunch of referee’s run down the ramp and this caused Bo to look back. 5 referee slides in the ring to protect ELM as 3 more surrounds Bo and tries to take away his chair. Bo doesn’t do anything, he just smiles and puts the chair down, one of the referee’s removed the chair from ELM’s neck area as Bo leaves the ring with a smile on his face as ‘Wanksta’ hits and the crowd boos Bo as he makes his way up the ramp. While Bo was about to leave, TNT walks in from the back area and Bo just stares at him. TNT doesn’t stay long as he makes his way down the ring…the referee all leaves the ring since they took the chair away from ELM’s neck. TnT smiles as he slides in the ring, he goes across the ring, laughing and staring at ELM, he reaches towards the ropes and demands for a mike, he receives one and puts it by his lips and said:

 

“You actually think that my drive and determination will be squash by ELM’s talent? At this moment, who’s standing and whose knocked out?”

 

“This isn’t right? He’s talking when crap when ELM is down and hurt…come match time ELM is going to be filled with power and ready to fight.” Mark said.

 

“C’mon…stop and think about it…I took out 19 people out of the fuck by my self, big, small…and you think I’m going to let this little punk defeat me? If memory serves me correctly, the two people that won the Clusterfuck, became the world champion in their next match…is it coincidence? I think not.”

 

All of a sudden the crowd turns towards the ramp and Tom Flesher is just standing there, watching TnT talk his thing. TnT stopped talking for a second and just looks at Flesher, not saying anything. ELM is up to his feet already and sees TnT in the ring. ELM goes behind TnT and turns him around, he smacks him once, twice, TnT drops the mike, he hits him one more time before he grabs TnT by the arm and attempts to whip him across the ring. Although, TnT reverses it and pulls ELM right to a TnT to the gut…ELM doubles over and TnT quickly applies a standing head scissor on ELM, he wraps his arm around ELM’s waist, lifts him up in a Powerbomb position and…

 

“Oh damn…he’s out. That Mushroom Cloud is harsh.” Riley said.

 

TnT gets up and shows some emotion as he points at ELM and then makes signals about him getting the belt…he turns to look up the ramp and see what Flesher has to say, but he was already gone. TnT looks back down at ELM and then goes through the ropes. TnT listens to all the negative reaction and profanity as he walks up the ramp and leaves ELM in the ring. The camera goes back towards the announce table and that’s when they continue doing their commentary.

 

“Well, there you have it. Foreshadowing of what’s going to happen in the future…TnT over Elm and I just can’t wait.”

 

“It’s a shame that’s you’re going to have to wait because that’s not going to happen…ELM is too much of a great wrestler to let some punk, who got lucky, beat him. When PDS and myself won the Cluster, err, you know, we won cause of talent…TnT was just plain out lucky.” Mark said with anger.

 

“You know it concerns me that you think that TNT won that match because of pure luck…but to be honest, in those kind of matches you have to be a little bit lucky and have talent. And that’s what TnT did, he got some luck on him, he took advantage of that luck and use his talent to over come all odds. Therefore, I see him using his talent to defeat ELM.”

 

“Well Riley…we have difference of opinion.”

 

“What else is new?”

 

“Well, we have to go because we’re running out of time…see you next time for Lockdown, it’s going to be explosive.” Mark said

 

“Yeah, like TnT.”

 

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End

[Guest Powerplay]

I probably should post ours. Again, sorry my ending wasn't good enough, guys .

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Returning from the break we find "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens and Bobby Riley sitting behind their table, ready for the next contest.

 

"And welcome back to yet another UNBELIEVABLE edition of SWF Storm!" hypes Stevens. "And we aren't stopping yet! Next up is a match that harks back to the glory days of wrestling! Feuds like The Freebirds versus the Von Erichs. Like... uh...." He trails off. "Man, there just haven?t been a whole lot of classic six man feuds, have there?"

 

"Oh!" pops in Riley, "Big Cat and The State Patrol against Junkyard Dog, Ricky Morton, and Tommy Rich!"

 

"Close enough. We're in for a treat, but we’ll never get to see it if you and I keep yammering. So, on with the announcements! Take it away, Funyon!"

 

The announcer of choice for the SWF steps into the ring, straightening his suit with impeccable stylishness. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he booms. "This next contest is a SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, team number one..."

 

HERE WE ARE... BORN TO BE KINGS... WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE...

 

YEAH!

 

The Connecticut crowd begins to boo like the luxury tax just got knocked up a few cents, as three men in long coats step through the entranceway. Flanked by Ejiro Fasaki and Fugue, SWF Hardcore Gamers Champion Judge Mental takes center stage. He glances at his rather hyped up teammates before slowly swaggering down to the ring. As they move, all three men begin to peel out of their coats and toss them aside before even stepping into the ring. And as Ejiro climbs up to the middle rope and Fugue leaps to the apron, Judge Mental calmly looks over his almost-protégés with a tiny smile.

 

"They weigh in at a total combined weight of 611 pounds!" Funyon continues. "Introducing Fugue, Ejiro Fasaki and The SWF Hardcore Champion Judge Mental... they represent THE MAGNIFICENT SEVVVVVVVVVVENNNNNNNNNN!" The derision of the fans threatens to drown out the announcer's words, so he pauses to adjust his tie with just a touch of nervousness. After a few moments, Funyon continues. "And THEIR opponents..."

 

"Johnny Dangerous!"

 

With the haunting voice of that unknown female hanging in the air, the theme from Mission Impossible 2 starts to pump in through the sound system as the pair of 'The Barracuda' Johnny Dangerous and Wildchild come stepping through the apron. Lifting their arms into the air, the pair of mismatched friends get a rather warm response from the fans of the SJL that have been rapidly informing the SWF faithful about these two warriors. Slapping hands with the all the fans on the way to the ring, Johnny and Wildchild stop short of entering the ring as they await the arrival of their partner.

 

"You will get yours...

You will get yours...

You will get yours...

You will get yours...

YOU WILL GET YOURS..."

 

And explosion of white pyrotechnics blasts into the air as the Hawaiian shirt wearing Longdogger Pete comes stamping out of the backstage area and immediately heads all the way down to the ring, the crowd going insane with glee. The three men meet on the floor and head into the ring as The Magnificent Seven keep a respectable distance on the other side of the ring.

 

"Weighing in a total combined weight of 699 pounds," Funyon announces, edging toward the side of the ring. "First, from The Bahamas... WILLLLLLDCHILLLLLLD! From Las Vegas, Nevada... 'The Barracuda' JOHNNNNNY DANGEROUS! And finally, from Miami, Florida... 'The One Man Wrecking Crew', LONGDOGGAHHHHHHHHH PETE!" His duties complete, Funyon flees the impending carnage.

 

Finally having all the participants in the ring, Eddy Long signals for the bell while the respective teams decide who is going to be starting out. The faces make their choice first as Longdogger Pete and Wildchild step out to the apron. Seeing this choice, Fugue (wearing a Route 666 T-shirt tonight for everyone keeping track at home), pleads with his partners for the chance to further maul Johnny Dangerous, continuing the pattern from their battles in the SJL. Judge Mental gives Ejiro the nod and both of them take positions on the apron, while Fugue looks deep into the eyes of his rival from times not so far past... an evil grin lighting his face.

 

"Fugue and Johnny Dangerous have quite the history behind them," remarks Stevens. "But that was in the SJL, and this is the big time. I’m sure both men are looking forward to getting a piece of some of the more established people on the roster, and making new memories right here in the SWF."

 

"I know that's what *I* was thinking about when I came to the SWF!" avers Riley. Mark Stevens blinks at his partner, thinks back on what he just said, and slowly winces.

 

Meanwhile, back in the ring... Standing nose to nose, Fugue and Johnny Dangerous lay a little bit of a bad mouth on each other. Fugue turns his head in an almost dismissive manner--before rapidly spinning right back at Johnny and hitting him across the jaw with a sharp right hand. Staggered by the sudden shot to his weakest point, Johnny takes another hard right hand to the chin, Fugue pushing him back against the ropes. Whipping Dangerous across the ring, Fugue drops down to the canvas and goes for a drop toehold. But the super spy is not stunned enough even for such a basic maneuver to catch him unawares and he easily hops over the Musician. Continuing to use the whip for momentum, Johnny bounces against the opposite side--Fugue quickly scrambles back to his feet, only to be knocked right back down to the mat with a shoulder tackle. Hopping against the ropes once more to keep the pace up, Johnny charges back to the standing Fugue. Dipping low, Fugue tries to pick Johnny up into a body slam, but Johnny easily slips free and tosses Fugue into the ropes behind. The Submission Musician goes off the ropes once more as Johnny rapidly turns on a dime in the center of the ring and catches Fugue across the chest with a hard spinning wheel kick!

 

CRACK!

 

"What a blow!" calls out Stevens as Fugue goes bouncing against the canvas.

 

"I’ll be the judge of that," pipes up Riley. “I’m an expert in the field of blows.”

 

"… And oddly enough, I won’t disagree with you. But as you fans can plainly see," continues Stevens, "Johnny Dangerous is adept at using every part of his body as a weapon. He has been trained in the martial arts and knows how to use them from ANY position in the ring."

 

With Fugue reeling for the moment, Johnny presses him up against the ropes and smashes in his chest cavity with a hard chop against the chest! "WHOO!" calls the audience obediently. Johnny’s hand cracks against Fugue once again, then 'The Barracuda' takes Fugue by the arm and sends him into the ropes once more, loading up the spectacular Johnny Kick! But Fugue grabs onto the ropes and refuses to rebound. And while Fugue is momentarily handy, a thick hand reaches over the top rope to make the tag.

 

"And in comes the Hardcore Gamers Champion!" calls out Riley with sadistic glee as Judge Mental makes the blind tag and steps into the ring.

 

"And Fugue doesn’t look all that happy about it," adds Stevens. "I bet he really wanted to get a piece of Dangerous right there, but Mental decided it was time to mix it up a little."

 

Fugue does indeed seem mildly upset for a moment but the calming influence of the Judge finally convinces him to take the position next to Ejiro Fasaki. Mental turns his attention back to Johnny Dangerous--but the spy decides that it would be better to make a strategic change, reaching over to the corner to tag the Bahamas Bomber. Leaping into the ring, Wildchild immediately works into a collar-and-elbow tie up with the Judge, before Mental easily takes a top key lock and forces Wildchild down to a single knee. But Wildchild is not in this business because he likes to match power with anyone. Rolling backward, Wildchild lessens the pressure Mental has on the hold, then he cart wheels forward and uses the torque to toss Judge into the ropes. Leaping into the air with almost supernatural ease, Wildchild pops Mental underneath the chin with an elbow that sends the Hardcore champion rolling to the mat. Picking Mental off the mat as quickly as possible, Wildchild tries to send him into the ropes once more. But the heavier Mental reverses the whip and lowers a shoulder to take Wildchild down with a sideslam. Incredibly, the acrobatic Wildchild simply continues to roll with it and manages to send Mental rolling to the Magnificent Seven corner with a satellite head scissors. Reaching over the ropes, it is Ejiro Fasaki who makes the tag into the ring this time. But as he does so, he also immediately begins to motion to Wildchild to tag out, pointing at Longdogger Pete to the surprise of just about everyone.

 

"Now this is interesting," says Stevens. "You would think Ejiro would love to get another shot at Wildchild after Malice in Wonderland. But he seems more interested in getting a piece of LDP!" Stevens hesitates again. "No comment, please, Riley."

 

"Aw." Riley exhales, annoyed.

 

Smiling, Wildchild turns his back and reaches out to make the tag to the Miami Menace. But just as he makes contact, Ejiro rushes forward and nails Wildchild with a knee to the back, sending him tumbling to the outside! Infuriated, LDP climbs into the ring and rocks Ejiro’s boat with a hard right hand to the head, the rookie hitting the canvas hard. No longer anchored to the apron, Fugue hops into the ring to make a play for LDP but he also falls victim to the massive fist of the Longdogger! Never one to miss out on the fun, Johnny Dangerous jumps into the fray to grab Fugue. The Super Spy tosses him out of the ring as LDP sends Ejiro into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a heavy foot to the face. Running the ropes to set up some more punishment, LDP suddenly stumbles as Judge Mental trips him from the arena floor! Momentarily staggered, Pete turns toward the ropes--only to get cut down from behind as Ejiro Fasaki comes in with a vicious chop block to the knees!

 

"Ha!" laughs Riley as LDP clutches his knee in agony, "That whole thing was all just a set up to a get a shot at Pete’s knees, and BOY did Ejiro Fasaki make the most of that opportunity! You can just tell how much of an influence being in the Magnificent Seven has been for both him and Fugue. They’re so much smarter and more dangerous now than they ever were before!"

 

"So they were stupid and weak before?" Stevens muses.

 

"Well, y--I mean, no--oh, shut up!" Riley snaps.

 

The former Ejiropean Champion swaggers over to the M7 corner and slaps hands with the Judge as boos resound through the arena. The Longdogger quickly rises to meet the threat, forcing his legs to support him by sheer will. He rushes in with a punch, but the wily Judge slips to the side and catches Pete's legs with his own--spinning his body to slam LDP right back down to the mat in fresh agony!

 

"Ouch!" Stevens winces, along with most of the fans. "Judge Mental hits a drop toe-hold--a classic, basic move used to great effect!"

 

"That's what sets the Magnificent Seven apart!" Riley proclaims. "All three of them--in fact, all SEVEN of them are so technically skilled!"

 

"And that skill can make even simple moves deadly!" Stevens agrees, as Judge pulls up LDP's left foot and SLAMS his opponent's knee to the mat. "And if the M7 start concentrating on the Longdoggah's knees, the Miami Menace could be in trouble!"

 

"Isn't it great!" Riley bounces gleefully in his chair.

 

Longdogger Pete shakes his head and looks around the ring. He pushes himself up, hesitant about putting weight on his legs. Judge Mental looks at the opposing corner, where Johnny and Wildchild have arms outstretched imploringly. The Judge favors them with a sneer, grabbing LDP's leg and dragging him over to the M7 corner. Mental tags in the Manic Musician, and Fugue immediately pulls himself over the ropes in a forward flip, landing back-first on LDP and slamming him to the mat! Judge rolls his eyes and mutters something, then both M7 members grab one of the Longdogger's legs as Eddy Long rushes over to make an attempt at keeping order.

 

"What was that Judge said?" Stevens wonders.

 

"'Show-off'," Riley snickers. "I can read lips, you know."

 

"Right." Stevens coughs. "But Judge Mental is going to have to get out of the ring before--oh my God!"

 

Judge Mental and Fugue wrench Longdogger Pete's legs upward and over his back, simultaneously tormenting both of the Miami Menace's injured knees. The camera zooms in to show Pete gritting his teeth in pain, trying to push upward and drag himself toward the ropes, his face white and sweaty. Ejiro, on the apron, turns to the audience and raises his arms, basking in the derision of the fans. Wildchild ducks under the ropes, sparking a huge cheer from the crowd, but Johnny Dangerous grabs him and holds him back, pointing and yelling something. Indeed, Eddy Long is already frantically attempting to stop the insanity. He quickly resorts to a count--

 

"ONE!"

 

"TWO!"

 

"THREE!"

 

"FOUR!"

 

"F--" And Judge Mental quickly releases the leg and raises his hands, walking calmly to the heel corner. Fugue, however, keeps the hold cinched in, keeping LDP's leg locked in the tortuous hold. But with Judge gone, LDP seems to get a second wind, pulling himself grimly along the ring. Fugue's face registers surprise as the Longdogger hauls them further to the ropes by sheer bodily effort--one pull, and another, and another--and LONGDOGGER MAKES THE ROPES!

 

"What an amazing effort by Longdogger Pete!" Stevens cries over the cheers of the fans. "Judge Mental and Fugue had him in that shared Boston crab--and LDP still made it to the ropes! He's still got lots he can show these rookies!"

 

Eddy Long is right in Fugue's face this time with a count, but Fugue lets LDP go and waves the referee away. He stalks over to the face corner and leers at his former SJL compatriots, cracking his knuckles at them. As the musician turns to run the ropes again, Wildchild climbs in to pop the crowd again! Johnny tries to hold him back but to no avail, and he throws up his hands philosophically. Meanwhile, Longdogger Pete has pulled himself up to a combat stance again, focused on his musical tormentor. Fugue bounces off the ropes next to the M7 corner--Ejiro takes the opportunity to slap him on the back. Eddy Long sees the tag, then turns around just in time to push Wildchild back to his corner! Longdogger gets ready to deck Fugue, but the musician suddenly ducks and ROLLS toward Pete, sweeping his legs out from under him! Ejiro rushes in to take advantage, aiming boots at Pete's head on general principles. As Pete struggles to recover, Fugue laces one of his legs around Pete's and falls backward, WRENCHING it almost out of its socket. He then bridges his body up and locks his arms around Pete's head, pulling it back! The outrage of the fans builds to incredible proportions as the two heels torment the Miami Menace!

 

"I don't believe this!" cries Mark Stevens. "The M7 take advantage with CHEATING now, attacking the Longdoggah's legs with that 'Contrapuntal' deathlock variation!"

 

"Oh, come on, Mark," Riley laughs. "It's not a tag match without some good old referee distraction!"

 

Wildchild finally concedes the point and steps out of the ring, leaving Eddy Long free to rush back and interfere with the heels' actions. Fugue finally breaks the hold and is escorted out of the ring. Ejiro smirks at his partner, then runs forward to bounce off the ropes and flip backwards, slamming down onto Longdogger Pete! Fasaki pulls Pete over and covers him, and Eddy Long has no choice but to count--

 

ONE!

 

TW--NO! Pete convulses, shooting his shoulder off the mat to a huge cheer!

 

"The Longdoggah's obviously still got life in him!" Stevens crows.

 

LDP pushes Ejiro off of him and aims an elbow against his head. The rookie reels back slightly, and LDP staggers up, throwing right hands hard at Ejiro. Fasaki counters, spinning in a kick--but Longdogger CATCHES his leg!

 

"LONGDOGGER DENIAL!" Stevens calls. "Guess Ejiro didn't do his homework!"

 

"Ejiro!" the Judge calls from the apron, Fugue looking on with an expression of mild surprise. "EJIRO!" Unhearing, Ejiro leaps backward, his other leg whipping upward--and LDP CATCHES THAT LEG AS WELL! The crowd goes WILD as LDP tosses his hapless opponent to the mat, then turns to face his corner.

 

"This is it!" Stevens says. "LDP HAS to make a tag now!"

 

Judge Mental suddenly snarls and ducks into the ring, charging over to dive in a chop block to Pete's leg, LDP crashing to the mat just beyond Johnny Dangerous' waiting hand! Eddy Long immediately shoves Judge back to the corner, yelling in fury--while Ejiro pulls LDP back to the center of the ring! Judge Mental backs away to the ropes and slips outside, a smirk on his face. Meanwhile, LDP tries for one more right hand but Ejiro ducks in a leg sweep, knocking Pete's legs out from under him. He quickly capitalizes with a short kneedrop to LDP's leg, sending a spasm of pain through the larger man once again.

 

"Oops, I guess he didn't get it!" Riley laughs.

 

"I can't believe this BLATANT cheating from--"

 

"--from Tom Flesher's group of merry men?"

 

Mark Stevens sighs. "Okay, I guess I CAN believe it."

 

Ejiro quickly tags in Fugue once again, and the two technicians position themselves at LDP's legs--this time lacing their legs in LDP's and BOTH falling backward! Howls of outrage fill the arena as the referee gives M7 a piece of his mind once again, quickly resorting to a count--

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FO--Ejiro breaks the hold and slips away to the corner, sneering at the referee. Meanwhile, Fugue reaches back and hooks his arms around LDP's neck again!

 

"My God, the amount of torture these men have put LDP through is BRUTAL!" Mark Stevens says. "The double Indian deathlock, and now THIS! How much more can he TAKE?"

 

With a snarl, Wildchild suddenly JUMPS over the ropes and into the ring. Johnny Dangerous reaches for him--then decides to follow, slipping through the ropes and rushing to the aid of his comrade! A huge cheer goes up as the two men barrel straight for Fugue, aiming kicks at his exposed ribs! Fugue quickly releases the hold and tries to escape, but Wild and Dangerous keep at him! Seeing Eddy Long distracted, Judge Mental steps into the ring--but the referee quickly gets in HIS face, to the delight of the fans! The Judge's protests come to nothing as Johnny and Wildchild continue their beating, Pete recuperating near the ropes. Finally the Judge swallows his anger and steps out of the ring again--and Eddy Long quickly escorts Johnny and Wildchild back to their corner.

 

"Johnny and Wildchild come to the aid of the Doggah!" Mark Stevens yells. "And it looks like Eddy Long has had enough of these M7 shenanigans! This could be the turning point right here!"

 

Longdogger Pete pulls himself up near a neutral corner. Fugue, lying prone in the ring, struggles to recover as well. Ejiro starts for LDP, thinks better of it, and instead stretches his arm into the ring for Fugue, Judge Mental shouting encouragement. The musician shakes his head to clear it, then gets to his feet and stumbles over to tag his partner. Boos resound once again as Ejiro rushes into the ring. He eyes the worn-out LDP, face darkening in anger, and rears back for a punch...

 

...but LDP HITS HIM FIRST!

 

Ejiro staggers in shock as the Miami Menace's fist connects with his jaw. Pete shakes his head and stares grimly, weaving just slightly as he lashes out again. Ejiro puts his arms up to guard but LDP lands a hard body blow! Fasaki tries to retaliate with stiff rights of his own, but the Longdogger shrugs them off and keeps sticking it to his opponent!

 

"LDP dips into the sweet science!" Mark Stevens yells, trying to make himself heard over the intense cheers. "It was the wrong decision for Ejiro to try and brawl with the Doggah!"

 

"Come on, Ejiro, prove you're better than these dweebs!" Riley cries.

 

LDP tries one last punch, sending Ejiro reeling. Then the Dogger sways on his feet... stumbles backward... starts a long fall, like a stately redwood tumbling to the forest floor...

 

 

 

...and STRETCHES OUT HIS ARM TO SLAP JOHNNY DANGEROUS' HAND!

 

*SLAP*

 

The roar of the crowd is deafening LDP rolls to the outside as Johnny Dangerous quickly hops over the top of the ropes and meets a charging Ejiro with a sharp high kick! The former SJL World Champion stumbles back, but Johnny doesn’t let up as he stutter-steps forward and connects with the Johnny Kick! Ejiro’s head snaps back like a Pez Dispenser (© Cyclone Comet circa 2000-2001), and the man falls mat as Fugue and the Judge leap in to save his ass. The Judge comes in with a clothesline, but Johnny grabs the arm and tosses him to the ground with a Judo throw! Johnny turns around to see a maniacal Fugue coming in, but Wildchild makes the save by leaping up onto the ropes and hitting a Springboard Dropkick to the Submission Musician’s jaw!

 

“Christ, that’s horribly illegal! The ref is RIGHT THERE!” Cries Riley, and Grand Slam gives him a grin.

 

“And the Magnificent 7 interference earlier wasn’t?”

 

“What I don’t see doesn’t exist. I didn’t see them do anything, so it didn’t happen.”

 

“So what about your masculinity? You can’t see that.”

 

“Doesn’t exis- HEY!”

 

Only momentarily stunned by the Judo throw, the Judge lefts himself up off the mat to nail the turned Johnny D… But Longdogger Pete, struggling with his injured legs, takes the feet right out from under the Judge and pulls him to the outside! Mental gets up on the outside and takes a wild shot at the Longdogger, but Pete blocks it and strikes back with a hard overhand right! He bashes the stunned old man with another one while the crowd goes wild! Meanwhile in the ring, Ejiro and Fugue get back up to their feet only to be taken and whipped at the ropes by Johnny and Wildchild, and take a spinning heel kick and leg lariat, respectively!

 

“Wild and Dangerous nail the Magnificent 7 bumpees, and Pete is coming back against the Judge despite his bad knees!”

 

Fugue begins to get up first, but Wild and Dangerous rush over and wrap their arms around his neck as he gets to his knee, taking him down in with a reverse Bulldog! The smiling sadist is slammed to the ground on the back of his head, and the pair look over to see a stunned Ejiro beginning to rise. Johnny points to turnbuckle and then points to the apron for Wildchild, and the Flying Bahaman immediately smiles and nods wildly. Johnny leaps up to the top of the turnbuckle and Wildchild hops over the top of the ropes and onto the apron. The slightly discombobulated Ejiro holds his head as he rises to his feet…

 

 

… And right into a missile Dropkick from the super secret agent! Ejiro falls to the ground around the middle of the ring while Wildchild goes over the top rope, jumps on top of it, and springboards off for an Quebrada Moonsault onto Ejiro! Johnny goes down for the cover as Fugue gets to his feet…

 

“ONE!”

 

“TWO!”

 

“THREE-NO!” Fugue is able to make it, stompings Johnny off the top of Ejiro! Wildchild tries to stop him with a forearm shot, but Fugue instinctively catches it and twists the arm, putting WC in a wristlock.

 

“A near fall after that fantastic combo move from Wild and Dangerous, but Fugue just barely makes it in time.”

 

“Another screw up right there. They should have made sure Fugue was done for before trying fancy crap like that. This is why they don’t have a win together.”

 

On the outside, Pete continues to doggedly fight on, hitting the Judge with more overhead right hands. Finally, the Judge intercepts one of the big right hands, and with a devilish grin he whips Pete around towards the steel steps… NO! Gritting his teeth in pain at his weak knees, the Doggah manages to stop himself and reverse the whip, putting Mental on a collision course with the metal steps! *CRASH!* The two part steps go flying apart as the Judge goes barreling through them, slamming his shoulder against the cold steel. Pete doesn’t rest up one moment, though, and slowly moves over to Mental and pulls him off the ground by the neck and begins to head towards the guardrail. He grabs Mental by the shoulder and crotch and lifts him high into the air next to the steel fencing, and the crowd is incredibly hyped up at what is going to happen next.

 

“Holy Christ! The ref can’t let him do that! He’ll kill him!”

 

“The ref doesn’t see it, and it looks like one of the Magnificent 7 members will be paying for all the double teams on the Longdogger tonight.”

 

But as Pete finally gets him all the way up, his right knee gives way! The Dogger goes down on his bad joint and allows the Judge to slide right off. Mental immediately takes what Pete was going to do and modifies it to his own means. He takes the Dogger’s leg, folds it inward, and picks Pete up…

 

 

… And destroys his joint with a bone-crunching knee breaker onto the Guardrail! A large “Ohhh!” emanates from the crowd as the Longdogger bellows out in immense pain from the move. He falls over to the crowd’s side clutching his knee in utter agony as the Judge quickly goes back towards the heel corner.

 

“That last knee breaker may have been the final straw for Pete, and it looks like he is out of this match for good.”

 

“Yes! The Longdogger is the Longgonner after that one!” says an ecstatic Riley, and in the ring Fugue holds onto to the wristlock he just put on Wildchild. But before he can capitalize on it, Wildchild does a handstand forward, twists himself on the ground and comes back up in control of the hold! He gives the motion to Johnny to finish the job while he runs over to the turnbuckle and leaps up to the top. Running out onto the ropes, he stops midway and leaps onto Fugue’s shoulders and bends over the top of the ropes, taking both men to the outside with a Hurricanrana!

 

“Absolutely insane! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a maneuver like that in my entire wrestling career! Both of the men are down on the outside after that incredible display of balance by Wildchild!” yells Grand Slam over the crowd, and Riley is livid.

 

“What the heck?! This isn’t a circus, this is wrestling, damn it!”

 

“If this wrestling, then how in God’s name did a person like you get in, Bobbie?”

 

“Go to hell, Mark.”

 

While the two bodies go tumbling to the outside, Johnny pulls Ejiro back up to his feet and whips him at the ropes near the heel corner as the Judge rushes to get back in time. He jumps right up onto the apron and reaches out, slapping Ejiro on the back and making the blind tag right in front of the referee! The ref recognizes the new man, but Johnny doesn’t as he tries for a Johnny kick that Ejiro ducks right under! He hits the other side, but Johnny is quick enough to get a swift kick off to nail Ejiro in the gut. The Judge tries to catch Johnny off guard, running under the ropes and going for a clothesline, but the super spy ducks right under it. While the Judge turns around, Johnny crouches down and leaps right up onto to the shoulders of Mental! He quickly bends his back backwards…

 

 

 

… and stays there as the Judge is able to block the Hurricanrana! The Barracuda is pulled back powerbomb position, and Mental prepares to drop him to the mat, but Ejiro stops him. He comes over holding his stomach after the sharp kick and gives a few directions to the Judge as he locks on a reverse Headlock on Johnny.

 

“What do we have here?” says an inquisitive Grand Slam as Mental nods in approval at the young man’s ingenuity. Suddenly, Ejiro quickly spins around to the side, and the Judge tosses Johnny’s legs right off top of him. The pair do two complete spins before both of them land in an utterly MASSIVE Roll the Dice Neckbreaker! Ejiro gets off the top of him while the Judge grabs both of Johnny’s legs and rolls him up for the pin.

 

“ONE!”

 

 

“TWO!”

 

 

“THREE!”

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The crowd boos like mad as “Princes of the Universe” strikes up and Funyon gets to the mic.

 

“The winners of the 6 Man-Tag team match… THE MAGNIFICENT 7!”

 

Of course, though, it wouldn’t be a proper Magnificent 7 celebration without a beatdown. Grabbing the arm of Dangerous, Ejiro fails backward while wrapping his legs around Johnny’s shoulder and throat for a triangle choke hold. While Ejiro does that, the Judge takes one of Johnny’s legs and spins it around his own, falling back and locking in a Figure Four Leglock!

 

“Figure 7! Figure 7! Figure 7!” Yells Riley in joy as the two Magnificent 7 members torture the helpless Barracuda in the double submission hold! From the outside, Wildchild slides in and tries to make it over to help Johnny out… only to be stopped as his arms are pulled back into a double chickenwing! He looks over for a moment to see the smiling visage of Fugue before being thrown backwards with a Tiger Suplex. It doesn’t stop there, though, as Fugue rolls through it and into his trademark Bridged Double Chicken-Wing finisher, Harmony!

 

“This is madness! And Pete barely walk now, let alone help Johnny and Wildchild!” says a disgusted Grand Slam, and Riley pipes in.

 

“Well, to the victor go the spoils, you know.”

 

“Spoiled Sports, more like it. This is just horrible.”

 

Suddenly, “I Get Wet” comes over the speakers, and Hartford goes wild as Annie Eclectic comes rushing down the entrance ramp with a bokken in hand! Fugue immediately unbridges Harmony, and both Ejiro and Judge release the Figure 7 and flee into the crowd as the Hardcore Queen comes into the ring with her Kendo stick ready to dispense justice.

 

“Well, it looks like the Magnificent 7ers know not to mess with the Hardcore Queen when she gets her hands on a trusty Bokken!” Says Mark as Annie and Wildchild help up a nearly breathless Johnny Dangerous.

 

“Pfft. Doesn’t matter, because the victory is all that counts.”

 

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see how this turns out. Stay tuned for the U.S. Title match and our Main Event, Perfect Bo vs. ELM in a non-title bout!”

 

FADE TO COMMERCIAL

[Guest Longdogger_Pete]

To the M7 guys: I really liked this match. (I don't often say that against matches written against me, so take it as high praise.)

 

I've gotta say, my favorite part that stood out was when Fugue and Judge tried to warn Ejiro against doing the enziguri, Ejiro didn't hear them and tried it anyway, and Doggah slammed him to the mat. DENIED~! I don't use that move very often, since in recent times I haven't been paired up with a lot of high fliers, so I mark out every time I see it successfully pulled off.

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

STROM~!