Losing Metal Matches

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See what happens when you find yourself in a bind, and with no time to write? Enjoy...

 

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This so-called "match" is brought to you by the Denis Leary "Haiku-Writing Mother Fuckers" Club! Enjoy!

 

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S-J-L Metal...

Live from the city Paris...

That is in France, fool.

 

We have a singles

match for everyone to watch

which will be so neat.

 

Omega Storm and

Fosta will meet here, tonight.

Feel the tension build!

 

Axis is here now,

and the Suicide King too.

Who will taunt who first?

 

Coal Chamber plays loud...

"Loco" is the song we hear.

The Frenchies boo some.

 

Fosta comes on down.

He looks big, and scary too.

Somewhat like a HOSS~!

 

He steps in the ring,

waiting for that other guy,

limbering up now.

 

"One Of A Kind" plays,

and the Frenchies boo some more.

So Storm stole the song!

 

Thunder cuts the air,

and stupid Frenchies look up

to see clear blue skies.

 

Storm runs to the ring,

but the ref stops him to take

his buzzing tazer.

 

Fosta watches close,

waiting for a chance to strike...

And when the ref moves...

 

Springboard forearm first,

catching Storm quite by surprise!

Bell rings - DING! DING! DING!

 

Fosta presses forth,

trying to lock the armbar.

But Storm 'butts his head.

 

Both men standing now,

and quick, Fosta wrings the arm.

Storm lets out a grunt!

 

"Fosta's working smart,"

Axis states the obvious,

"He works the hurt arm."

 

King says, "Just you wait!"

as Storm hits Fosta so hard...

Palm shot to the face!

 

Fosta staggers back,

and Storm comes around to whip...

Fosta reverses!

 

Storm is off the ropes,

and Dragon Screw by Fosta!

Again the armbar!

 

Ref asks, "Give it up?"

Storm just roars in a fury!

Heart punch with free arm.

 

Both men up again.

Storm trying to get those damn

tingles from his arm.

 

Fosta with some speed,

dropkick to the knee of Storm!

Storm is going down!

 

Fosta goes down too,

looking for the pinfall now...

Stretching Storm's bad arm!

 

The ref counts, "One! Two!"

But Storm kicks out of the pin!

Fosta looks real pissed.

 

He jaws at the ref

giving Storm the chance to rest...

Now he least expects...

 

Storm grits his teeth now,

going to set up Fosta

for rolling Germans!

 

"Suplex is locked in!"

Axis cries as the crowd counts

"UN!" Storm brings him down!

 

Storm breathes heavily,

Setting aside his arm pain...

Again he rolls... "DEUX!"

 

Fosta struggles now...

Storm cinches in the hold more...

Up and down goes "TROIS!"

 

Fosta elbow smash!

The crowd wants to see more, so...

Storm gives them more! "QUAT...

 

...RE!" That last one hurt!

But Storm wants this to end now!

For good measure... "CINQ!"

 

Storm lets Fosta go...

Could we see a finisher?

Fosta looks most done...

 

Storm moves over him...

UNPREDICTABLE WEATHER!

Fosta screams in pain!

 

Storm kicks him a few...

Fosta taps out! DING! DING! DING!

Storm wins his first match!