Losing Match Thread

[Guest Goodear]

At least according to King,

 

Oh well. I really, REALLY liked my finish by the way... so I hope people at least take the time to read that if nothing else. Comments are welcome as always

 

Ejiro

 

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“And we are back for what is sure to be another epic encounter between the warring members of the Magnificent 7,” calls out Stevens, “In this match, another engineered by The Suicide King by the way, former US Champion Danny Williams will be battling it out with one half of the new SWF Tag Team Champions, Ejiro Fasaki in a submissions match. In what is sure to be an absolute war, this match can only be decided when one man submits to the other.”

 

“Not only that,” pipes in Riley, “but the winner of this match will also be considered the number one contender to the now vacant ICTV Title. With such a prestigious title now up for grabs, you just know that these two are going to be pulling out all the stops in order to take a big step to reaching the promise land.”

 

“And with that, let’s go to the center of the ring for the introductions… take it away Funyon!”

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is a submissions match and will determine the number one contender to the SWF ICTV Title. Introducing first…”

 

The opening guitar chords to “Sleep Now In The Fire” begin strumming out and immediately the crowd’s complacent mood turns to that of rage. Booing to the full extent that their lungs will allow, the fans look on as the SmarkTron flashes the red word “JUSTICE” on a black background, before quickly changing to “RULE”. The huge screen suddenly begins displaying shots of the tag team duo of Judge Hearford and Ejiro Fasaki delivering the Rule of Law to Tom Flesher, cheating together to punish Wildchild and CIA, and celebrating their tag team title victory.

 

POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOP!

 

Red bursts of fire explode into the air as Ejiro Fasaki comes striding out from behind the curtain with his arms out to the sides with a big smile on his face. Trailing just behind comes Judge Hearford with both of the tag team title belts draped over his broad shoulders.

 

“Introducing first, he is accompanied to the ring by Judge William Hearford. Hailing from Sarasota, Florida, he is one half of the SWF World Tag Team Champions, Justice and Rule! This is EEEEEJIROOOOO FASAKIIIIIII!”

 

Riley is the first to point out the obvious, “Oh great, The Judge is out here too? Can’t either one of these two morons go anywhere without the other being a few steps behind?”

 

Mark, surprisingly, actually defends the tag team champions, “Well, Bobby, I guess these two want to make it known to the wrestling world that they are nothing like the former champions Frost and Tom Flesher. The former champs were always about letting the other man take care of his own business in singles matches and only got together when it came to defending the tag titles. Justice and Rule, however, seem to have each other’s backs at all time and in every situation. And I have to admit, as much as it pains me to do so, that’s probably a pretty good idea for any tag team.”

 

And while The Judge takes up a position in Ejiro’s corner outside of the ring, the gentle melodies of In Flame’s “Jester’s Dance” begins to waft into the arena. Looking as focused as ever, Danny Williams bursts in through the curtain and into the presence of the capacity Missouri crowd. And for once in an odd turn of events, the crowd is somewhat receptive to the former US Champion and a small chant can be heard in the arena.

 

“DAN E! DAN E! DAN E!”

 

Funyon calls into his microphone once more, “And his opponent, weighing in at 238 pounds, he hails from Louisville, Kentucky and is a member of the Magnificent 7… DANNYYYYY WILLIAMSSSSSS!

 

Ignoring these odd sounds of respect just as he would boos, Williams steps into the ring with his usual workman-like attitude. Grabbing the top rope, Danny stretches out his body in one swift motion before looking across the ring at his opponent for this contest. Noting to himself mentally that a powerbomb won’t get him the win this time, Williams mentally constructs in his mind what he’s going to have to do to prevail in this encounter. While on the other side of the ring, Fasaki continues to brim confidence knowing that he’s got the backup outside of the ring that Danny would never accept.

 

DING! DING!

 

Stevens immediately asks as Danny and Ejiro begin to circle each other, “And we are off and running, Riley. Before this thing really gets started, who do you like to win in what is sure to be a very grueling contest?”

 

Riley does not hesitate to answer for moment, “Danny Williams without a doubt in my mind Stevens. First of all, he made Mak Francis tap out in just under a minute in their iron man contest at From the Fire so you just know that he can make Fasaki tap out at any time. Secondly, Williams is simply not the rat bastard who hit Tom Flesher with a chain during a tag match last Sunday. Just remember what the bible says, ‘Thou shall not mess with Tom Flesher’.”

 

“… I thought that was the Dudley Boys.”

 

“Who?”

 

Slowly, both men meet in the center of the ring and lock together in collar and elbow tie up. Struggling against each other, Fasaki and Williams jockey for position as The Judge shouts encouragement from the arena floor to his championship tag team partner. But that encouragement matters little, as Danny finally pushes Ejiro back into the ropes with his superior balance and strength. Lifting his arms to break, Ejiro watches closely as Danny slowly unties himself at referee Matthew Kivell’s instructions.

 

“Watch the elbow!” roars Hearford from the floor.

 

CRACK!

 

“Damn it!”

 

CRACK!

 

Slamming the point of the elbow into the jaw of his opponent again, Danny Williams manages to rock Fasaki back on his heels much to the dismay of The Judge. But nonetheless, Danny takes Fasaki by the wrist and looks to send him into the ropes. But instead of releasing Fasaki, Danny instead pulls Ejiro back into his clutches off the short whip and takes Fasaki to the mat with a deep shoulder toss while continuing to hold on to the arm. And I’m pretty sure we all know what that means!

 

“Jujigatame!” calls out Stevens as Danny falls to the mat with a hold on Ejiro’s arm. “Just as he did to Mak Francis at From the Fire, Danny is trying to get the lightning fast tap out!”

 

“YES! Tap out you usurper!”

 

“DAN E! DAN E! DAN E!”

 

But even with the crowd behind him for once, Danny is simply unable to break Fasaki’s grip on his own hands. It is that grasp that keeps Williams from hyper extending Ejiro’s shoulder with the cross armbreaker and keeps Ejiro alive in this contest. But still, Fasaki has to fail about a bit before finally touching the bottom rope with his foot to cause the referee to force the break. Releasing the hold almost instantly, Danny rolls off his opponent and takes up position in the center of the ring while Fasaki takes a moment to roll to the outside for a brief conversation with his tag partner that can be heard over the cameras.

 

“Watch that elbow, Rule,” Judge remarks, “He builds everything from there so stay away from that elbow. And whatever you do, don’t let him get you on the mat!”

 

Ejiro simply nods from that pointer while checking his shoulder before he slides underneath the bottom rope to face off with Danny once more. Stepping up as Fasaki comes in the ring, Williams immediately initiates a grapple close to the ropes and once again forces Ejiro against them. But this time, Ejiro refuses to release his grip on Danny at the referee’s command and instead slams a knee up into Danny’s stomach to break the deadlock. Quickly taking Williams by the arm, Ejiro twists the arm about and pulls Danny a bit more towards the center of the ring. Trying to get his own submission skills working, Fasaki looks to force Danny to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar. But Danny immediately fights off the attempt by throwing his base wide and falling down to his knee for a moment. Unfortunately for Williams though, Fasaki slams his forearm down across the shoulder again and again until he can successfully drives Danny into the mat with the armbar! But Ejiro is simply just not satisfied with just that.

 

Stevens calls out, “Fasaki is looking that cobra crossface! He’s trying to turn the tables on Danny right now and get his own flash submission.”

 

“But Williams is keeping his free arm extended so Fasaki can’t hook on the cobra clutch! That’s how he countered Ejiro’s hold during their first encounter and he’s using it again right now to escape,” notes Riley.

 

Indeed, Riley proves prophetic for once in his life as Williams manages to reach and push himself close enough to the ring ropes in order to grab them and force the referee to step in and break the submission attempt.

 

“And now both men have contradicted each other’s pet submission moves with good, classic counters. I’m not sure, Riley, but I think both men might have those moves so well scouted that they’ll have to dig a little deeper into their submission arsenals if they want to get the other one to tap out.”

 

Riley quickly adds, “If you say so, Stevens. But the fact is, if they set up the moves properly the opponent won’t be able to counter effectively like they have thus far. For example, it’s a whole lot harder to keep your hands to block the jujigatame by linking your hands if your arms are all busted up.”

 

Releasing his hold on Williams’ shoulder, Ejiro quickly stands and retreats to the center of the ring as Danny wrings out his shoulder for just a second before moving back on the attack. Meeting with Ejiro in a collar and elbow for just a second, Danny immediately darts behind Fasaki and locks on a tight waist from behind. Immediately lowering his center of gravity, Fasaki manages to avoid getting tossed from behind and switches behind Williams in an instant. Sadly, that avails him not.

 

CRACK!

 

CRACK!

 

CRACK!

 

Stevens says, “Just as Ejiro turns the tight waist around, Danny rocks his world with a series of back elbows to break the hold!”

 

“Danny is always prepared, Stevens. He’s like a Boy Scout except with a whole lot more powerbombs and a whole lot less short shorts and badges. Have I ever mentioned how I joined for the short shorts, but they require the damn badges? I don't need no stinking badges!"

 

With Ejiro stunned for just a moment, Danny bounces off the far ropes for momentum and crushes Fasaki under the power of a hooking lariat! Slamming into the back of his head into the mat, Ejiro clutches at his skull as Danny looks down at his opponent with a dismissive glance. Pulling Ejiro off the mat by the arm, Danny pushes him back a step or two before once again smashing into Fasaki’s sternum with another stiff clothesline that sends Fasaki spiking into the mat. Shaking out his own arm from the impact of the blow, Williams looks about the crowd for a moment as they once again show their favoritism towards the former US Champion.

 

“DAN E! DAN E! DAN E!”

 

“The crowd really is putting their energy behind Danny Williams tonight. Maybe they are showing this athlete all the respect he’s deserved through his hard work and dedication putting on some of the greatest matches the SWF has ever seen.”

 

Riley counters that in an instant, “Either that or Fasaki and The Judge are such spit wads that even I can’t stomach them. I know I would personally love it should they finally come down with some sort of plague. Perhaps something in a bubonic. Those two would cheat against their own mothers... or even worse, Tom Flesher!”

 

Lining Fasaki up once again, Danny looks to further scramble his opponent’s marbles enough to lock on a strong submission hold with another rushing lariat. But this time, Ejiro thinks and moves too quickly as he drops to the mat and allows Danny to go flying overhead, over the top rope and all the way down to the arena floor! Struggling up to his feet, Ejiro immediately starts complaining to the referee over the legality of the clothesline as something a little more prohibited takes place outside of the ring.

 

POP!

 

Stevens immediately puts on his most outraged voice, “Judge Hearford just used a superkick on a member of his own stable! You have to be kidding me!”

 

Riley, for once, is indignant as well, “What did I tell you Stevens? Justice and Rule are lower than snakes. Lower than worms. Lower than C. H. U. D. s!”

 

“That’s ... pretty low.”

 

Continuing on his illegal spree of violence, The Judge grabs a hold Danny in a hammerlock and harshly sends William’s shoulder first into the ring post!

 

BOOM!

 

Holding onto Danny for a few seconds more, ‘Judge Mental’ takes a moment to put Williams back inside the ring and serve him up for his partner. And the entire thing goes unnoticed by the official as Kivell was tied up with Fasaki the entire time. And with his opponent wounded at the moment, Fasaki knows that this is his opening to do some major damage. Immediately grabbing Danny by the arm, Ejiro falls backward into the mat and sticks William’s shoulder into the canvas with a single arm DDT. Shouting out in pain, the usually stoic Williams grabs at his shoulder in recognition of how much pain his shoulder is already in such a short time. Pulling the arm away from Danny’s side, Ejiro exposes the shoulder and drives a knee down across the joint with jarring impact. Standing up and looking to the outside of the ring, Ejiro gives his partner a thumbs up before going back to work on the shoulder of his opponent.

 

Stevens comments, “I think it is blatantly obvious that the tag team champions had that whole thing planned out from the get go. These guys don’t care if Danny Williams is a member of the Magnificent 7 or not, if you are on the other side of the ring than they are, you are the enemy.”

 

Taking Danny off the mat, Fasaki pushes him into a corner and slams his leg into the Williams’ shoulder like a bloody hatchet. Cracking against Danny’s shoulder repeatedly, Fasaki’s shin continues to do some serious damage to Williams’ appendage. Satisfied with the impact of his strikes, Ejiro takes Danny by the wounded wing and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. Colliding with the buckle with his back, Danny sags in the corner as Fasaki looks to lower the boom once more with a blind charge.

 

WHAM!

 

“Fasaki ran right into Danny’s boot!” calls Stevens.

 

KRACK!

 

“Running ELBOWAAAAAAAAAAAA~! With his good arm, Danny ran strait through Ejiro like he wasn’t even there!”

 

Shaking out his other shoulder and trying to get some semblance of comfort back into his arm, Danny looks back over at his opponent with severe retribution on his mind as Fasaki manages to crawl onto his knees. Mounting Ejiro’s shoulder, Danny pulls up on Ejiro’s arm to separate it from Fasaki’s control. Rolling forward with the arm in tow, Danny manages to pull Fasaki along and slam him into the canvas while at the same time locking on again...

 

“JUJIGATAME!” shouts Stevens as this time, Danny applies to move to its fullest extent and threatens to pull Fasaki’s shoulder out of its socket.

 

“TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” the fans chant as they look forward to Ejiro quitting and ending his quest for the ICTV Title.

 

Whimpering in the hold, Ejiro fails as much as he can in the vain hope that he can reach the ropes but he is too far away to force the break. That is... he’s too far away right now. But that is just about to change as both men immediately find themselves entwined with the ropes.

 

“WHAT THE HELL!” cries out Riley, “Hearford just reached into the ring and pulled Ejiro into the ropes? What the hell is the referee doing allowing all this freaking crap?”

 

“Wait a second. He did actually see it and I think he’s actually going to do something about Hearford right now.”

 

Sliding out of the ring with his ire enflamed immensely, Matthew Kivell immediately starts to berate Judge Hearford as Ejiro’s partner immediately back peddles away from a confrontation. But still, Kivell can be heard loud and clear over the video cameras.

 

“YOU ... ARE GONE!” emotes Kivell as he tosses an arm into the air like a baseball umpire calling a strike, “Head to the back right now, or Fasaki is going to forfeit this match! And if I see you again, if I even smell you again, I’m going to suspend your ass. Now GET TO THE BACK!”

 

“Great call by the official!” says Stevens, “There will be no appeal. There will be no three strikes. ‘Judge Mental’ is hitting the showers and no one can be more happy about that than Danny Williams.”

 

“Finally a referee that knows what he’s doing. Of course, where was this ass when Tom Flesher was getting cheated out of the SWF Tag Titles? Sitting on his worthless but! What good does this do for Tom? None!”

 

Sliding back into the ring, Kivell finally gets around to forcing Danny Williams to release the jujigatame as The Judge begrudgingly heads back towards the backstage area. Letting loose on Ejiro’s arm, Danny smiles a moment at the sight of The Judge’s exit as Fasaki merely lies on the mat, holding onto his shoulder. Grabbing Ejiro around the arm, Danny forcefully jerks his opponent off the canvas with casual disdain. Twisting the wrist about half way around, Danny places Ejiro’s injured wing across his shoulder for just a moment before ripping it downward with an armbreaker! Screaming out in pain, Ejiro staggers to a corner to try and escape from his dogged attacker. But Danny Williams shows no mercy to any man who would dare step in his ring.

 

“Danny is really centering his attack on Ejiro’s arm now,” says ‘Grand Slam’, “First injuring it with the jujigatame and now centering his attack with an armbreaker. You can really tell that he’s got a plan coming into this contest.”

 

KRACK!

 

Slamming into Ejiro with a charging elbow, the sadistic Williams pulls Ejiro out further to the center of the ring before slinging Ejiro up into position for a powerslam. But instead of slamming Fasaki down to the mat, Danny instead smashes Fasaki down on his knee with a stunning shoulder breaker! Flopping to the canvas like a flounder, Ejiro immediately rolls away from his foe and near the relative safety of the ropes. But there is absolutely no safety in the ring from Danny Williams, and the former US champion jerks Ejiro away from the ropes and once more pulls Fasaki up to his shoulder. But this time Ejiro manages to kick backward and fall from the grasp of his dedicated foe. Immediately using his good arm as well as he can, Fasaki runs forward a bit with Danny in tow and tosses him through the middle ropes and all the way to the arena floor.

 

“Desperation move by Ejiro Fasaki there to send Williams to the floor,” remarks Stevens.

 

“Fasaki is just trying to buy himself some time right now, Stevens. He knows that Danny is ready and willing to break his arm off at a moment’s notice. So what does the little creep do? He sends Williams out of the ring. What a hero.”

 

Standing in the ring rubbing his shoulder, Ejiro kneels down near the ropes for a moment as he keeps a solid eye on his opponent on the floor. But Danny Williams did not hit the ground so hard that he needs much time to recover. Shaking loose the cobwebs in an instant, Danny hops back up to the apron and lowers his head to reenter the ring but Ejiro Fasaki is ready and waiting on him.

 

SNAP!

 

“Enziguri kick to the back of the head! Just as Danny was exposed for a mere moment, Fasaki took advantage to hit a stunning kick. He may be a scum sucking bastard, but Ejiro Fasaki does indeed know what he is doing in that ring.”

 

“Oh don’t get me wrong, Stevens. I know that Fasaki and Hearford can wrestle. But they just don’t have the sweet adoration for...”

 

“Tom Flesher... yes, we get it Riley! Shut up already and call the match.”

 

Staggering up to his feet, Danny is immediately met with a hard forearm across the back of the neck followed immediately by a more measured elbow to the back of the head. Using his stronger arm of the two, Ejiro turns Williams over before crushing him into the canvas with deliberate and vindictive reverse neckbreaker. Clutching at the back of his neck, Williams grits his teeth against the pain and continues to try and climb back up and off the mat. But Ejiro is there once more to snag Danny around the head and slam a short fist into the face of his opponent. Readjusting his grip in an instant, Fasaki snap mares Williams to the canvas with one fluid motion. Bouncing against the ropes to keep the chain of offense alive, Fasaki flips over the top of Williams’ head and grabs a hold of his neck on the way over. In the classic Curt Hennig style, the move snaps Danny’s neck before he falls strait back to the mat and causing even more damage to his neck.

 

“Quite a departure in strategy here from Ejiro,” marks Stevens, “He’s gotten away from working the shoulder and is now making a larger target out of Williams’ neck muscles. Could he be setting Williams up for the Ejirocation, Bobby?”

 

“If he is, he’s a moron. The Ejirocation is one heck of a piledriver variation, but it sure as hell is not about to make Danny tap out in this contest. Of course, if he knocks Williams out, the match is liable to be over anyway.”

 

Continuing his attack on Williams’ neck, Ejiro presses his foe’s throat down across the middle rope and chokes away to the utter distaste of the Missouri crowd. Stepping off Danny for a moment, Fasaki takes a moment to lift a double bird to the entire Kemper Arena before hitting the ropes for another attack. Slamming down across Danny’s head with all of his weight, Fasaki crushes Williams with all the weight Ejiro can put behind it. Pointing to sky, Ejiro motions that he is going to be heading upstairs. Stepping out to the apron, Fasaki takes a moment to kick Danny across the face and send him off the ropes before scaling to the top rope.

 

“Fasaki is about to take a chance! And if he hits something big off the top, Danny is going to be in some serious pain, blues, and agony.”

 

Watching his foe like a hawk, Fasaki waits for a proper opening as Williams climbs up to his feet once more. Holding onto the back of his neck once again Danny finally looks into the direction of his foe. Just as he does, Ejiro flies off the top and wraps his legs around Danny’s head for a hurricane frankensteiner!

 

WHAM!

 

“POWERRRRBOMB!” screams Stevens as Williams crushes Ejiro against the canvas, “He caught Ejiro coming in and spiked him into the canvas with authority! And listen to this crowd erupt!”

 

“DAN E! DAN E! DAN E! DAN E! DAN E! DAN E!”

 

“What a response! And now its Danny’s turn to bring the pain!”

 

With Ejiro stuck to the canvas like a big on a windshield, Danny slams his right arm against his chest while letting loose a call of primal rage. Watching on as Ejiro stammers and struggles his way up, Danny lends a helping hand with an angry assist that puts Fasaki into perfect placement for...

 

KRACK!

 

“DYNAMIC KICK to the GOD DAMN FACE!”

 

And Ejiro goes slamming into the mat once more with an unrivaled snap of his head but Danny is simply just not ready to go for the submission just yet. Instead, Danny grabs Ejiro by the back of the tights and jerks the Tag Team Champion strait up into a standing position before snagging him around the waist. Arching back in an instant, Danny jams the back of Ejiro’s head into the mat with a devastating German suplex!

 

BOOM!

 

Holding on to the waist lock, Danny rolls back over onto his knees and drags Ejiro back up to the standing position. But instead of taking Ejiro back to the mat, Danny adjusts his grip in an instant...

 

“SLEEPER! SLEEPER! Danny Williams is going to choke Ejiro Fasaki out right here!”

 

With his face turning red in an instant, Ejiro immediately springs to life as he desperately reaches out for the ropes. Turning around again and again, Ejiro struggles to remove Danny’s pressure against his carotid artery and to keep Danny from cinching in the Doushime version of the hold. Yet even as he struggles, Ejiro can feel the pressure increasing around his neck and the bounds of consciousness ebbing away. But Ejiro is simply not out of this match yet as he turns into Danny to relieve some of the pressure. Finally clutching Williams around the waist, Ejiro manages to jerk Danny up and down with a belly-to-back suplex that jars the Former United States Champion loose for the moment.

 

“Good counter by Ejiro,” mumbles Stevens, “not only did he escape the sleeper that sealed the doom of Johnny Dangerous, but he also smashed Danny’s neck once more with that suplex.”

 

With both men down on the canvas, Matthew Kivell checks in closely at both men as they struggle to move once more.

 

“You know Stevens, the longer this thing goes, the more it has to benefit Danny Williams. With Ejiro concentrating on tag action so much lately, he’s got to be looking for the tag right about now.”

 

“But on the other hand, Ejiro did not have to wrestle for an hour just five days ago. One has to think that has to be wearing Danny Williams down right now as well. Both guys truly are ripe for the picking.”

 

Staggering up together, Ejiro and Danny both look to put each other away. Ejiro tries with a hard elbow to the face but Danny simply absorbs it and slams a strike of his own right into Ejiro as well. Staggering back a pace or two, Ejiro comes forward once more with an elbow, but Danny strikes back immediately with enough force to crush Ejiro into the mat once more. Shaking out his arm, Danny eyes Fasaki up once more as his opponent struggles back up to his feet. Twisting, turning, Danny goes for the...

 

“ROLLING ELBOWWWAAAAAAAAAAA!”

 

“Misses! Ejiro ducked! Ejiro ducked!”

 

“SCREAMING ELBOWWWAAAAAAAAAAA!”

 

“Danny did NOT!”

 

Staggered back finally from Ejiro’s most powerful blow, Danny provides no defense as Ejiro buries a boot deep into Williams’ stomach and doubles him over. Quickly moving in, Ejiro hooks up both of Danny’s arms and looks to put him away with the Ejirocation piledriver. The crowd rises to their feet in an instant as Danny is in the biggest he has been in all night long.

 

“Blocked! Danny threw his base wide and refuses to be taken vertical!”

 

As Ejiro struggles to lift Danny up off the mat, Williams struggles to sandbag as much as possible to avoid Ejiro’s deadly finisher. Exhausted Ejiro jerks up with all of his might once more as Danny continues to fight off the double arm piledriver. Finally, with Ejiro’s pressure finally loosening, Williams drops to one knee to assure that he won’t be going anywhere. Only a small smile from Ejiro signals that that was the idea all along. Immediately twisting down and to one side, Ejiro pulls Danny into something no one was expecting.

 

“BUTTERFLY LOCK! BUTTERFLY LOCK IS ON!” Stevens yells as the referee immediately checks in on Danny.

 

“NOOOO! NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

“Ejiro lifted that move right out of the Masa Chono play book! I think he might be taking the whole Justice and Rule thing to the next level!”

 

“Shut up already! Hold on Danny! Hold the hell on!”

 

The referee asks again, “Do you quit?”

 

“NO! NOOOOOOOOO! GOD DAMNIT ... NOOOOO!”

 

Cranking back on the hold, Ejiro rips away at Danny’s neck and shoulders as he uses all of his body weight to keep Danny from adjusting his position. With his shoulders tearing and his neck throbbing, Danny nonetheless holds on as long as his body will let him before...

 

TAP! TAP! TAP!

 

“It’s OVER!”

 

DINGDINGDING!

 

Signaling for the bell as quickly as he can, Matthew Kivell drops right back down to forcibly remove Ejiro if he has to but Fasaki is more than willing to allow Danny his freedom. Releasing the butterfly lock, Ejiro stands up on shaking knees as Danny simply falls back down to the mat, exhausted. Smiling broadly, Ejiro allows the referee to raise his hand as the crowd boos the hell out of this turn of events.

 

Funyon calls into the microphone, “The winner of this match... and the new number one contender to the ICTV Title. EJIROOOOOO FASAKIIIIIIIIII!”

 

“What a match! Fans we will be right back with more SWF action... stay right where you are. We’ll be back in just a few moments.”

[Guest Suicide King]

I agree Ejiro. I mch preferred your finish (which rocked all, quite frankly) and commentary, but Danny just edged you out in the points. Frankly if the points came out as a tie I would have given it to you.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

I'd post the 4k-something that we managed to get out... buuuuuuut that'd just be depressing. Heh. And Ejiro, I mark for teh BUTTERFLY LOCK~!

[Forewarned 0]

Here's Neilsen's match. It's a really good...um...promo. So-so match. Wildchild was harder to write for than I first thought he'd be.

 

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Stevens: “Close the shutters, barricade the doors and strap yourselves down because the SWF Storm has returned!”

Riley: “After a great Pay Per View like…(Riley rubs his head)…like From the Fire…we’ve got a great show lined up to keep the momentum rolling.”

Stevens: “That’s right Bobby. We’ve already heard from the NEW World Champion, TNT, we’ve seen the debut of Déjà vu Kris-”

Riley: “Them boys ain’t right.”

Stevens: “-and next, we’ve got two men with amazing victories at From the Fire! Wildchild, the man who beat Jay Dawg in a steel cage for the career of Johnny Dangerous-

Riley: “He got lucky.”

Stevens: “-and the man who beat the ICTV Champion, Frost, after missing a year of action, Neilsen of the-”

Riley: “Go Wild!”

 

Funyon enters the ring as “The Everlasting Gaze,” by Smashing Pumpkins plays. The fans explode in anticipation of the arrival of the Wild One.

 

Stevens: “Wildchild sure has gotten a popularity boast after his win over JD.”

Riley: “How could he not? We’re talking about a win over a former #1 Contender.”

 

Wildchild springs out from behind the curtain onto the stage to a chorus of cheers, banging his head in time with his music and a multitude of people in the crowd wearing Wild and Dangerous T-shirts can be seen banging their heads along with him. Wildchild slaps hands with the fans at ringside as he jogs towards the ring, he turns, leaps, somersaults between the bottom and middle ropes, springs back to his feet and immediately runs to the ropes and leaps atop them, posing for the receptive audience. The man with aqua, black and yellow facepaint, wearing a aqua wrestling leotard and sporting bare feet with his wrists, fingers and ankles taped up springs back down as Funyon raises the mic.

 

Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, hailing from the Bahamas and weighing in at 217 lbs., The Wiiiilllldchiiillllldddd!!!”

 

The fans roar as Wild leaps in the air and throws a fist high.

 

Funyon: “And his opponent…”

 

A heavy beat starts to bump as images of a man pulling on black fingerless gloves, black elbowpads and black kneepads. “…can you feel that?” The man’s scarred chest is shown with a black wifebeater being pulled over it. His arms can be seen pumping. His sandaled feet are shown hopping up and down. “Aw shit…” Images of the man from behind walking into an arena bearing a steel chair are shown. “Ooooo…ah ah ah ah!” The man explodes out from behind the curtain with his steel chair and the joyous ovation of many ticket holders is soon drowned out by the disgust of the majority.

 

Funyon: “-hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 245 lbs., he is the former ICTV Champion, ladies and gentlemen, this is Neeeeiiiiiiiillllllllseeeeennnn!!!”

 

The Jungle King flies down the ramp, throws his chair into the ring, rolls in after it, grabs it as he rises and throws his right arm high to get an overwhelming amount of verbal bile thrown at him. He chuckles, turns around and squints at Wildchild.

 

NotJ: (Inaudibly) “Pssshhh…”

 

The Hardcore King walks over to Funyon and rips away the mic. A few catcalls ring out as the crowd readies for a deadly diatribe, and for the same reason, the majority is now silent.

 

NotJ: “Get the f**k out of here Funboy.”

 

Funyon slowly exits the ring. Neilsen looks Wildchild up and down and then looks back in the direction of the SWFtron and the backstage area.

 

NotJ: “What? Is this some kind of f**kin’ joke? (Neilsen looks back at Wildchild and then back towards the ‘tron.) Are you trying to f**kin’ mock me Suicide? Look at him. (Neilsen faces and points at WC.) The long hair, the bare feet, the very f**kin’ name… (Neilsen looks back once more.) Is this your f**kin’ half-baked version of the Jungle King? Are you honestly so desperate to get people interested in this piece of sh*t you’ve deemed the SWF that you’ve resorted to hiring carbon copies of the legends who used to make you their bitch? Is Frost supposed to be Rane? Flesher Stubby? Xero was obviously the reincarnation of Wilson. And is Jay Dawg supposed to be…well…heh…f**kin’ Jay Dawg? And is this (Neilsen thrusts a finger at Wildchild.) is this sorry piece of sh*t supposed to be me!?!”

 

Neilsen turns back as WC fumes behind him. Neilsen seems to be unaware of his very existence.

 

NotJ: “You know why I threw down that damned title belt Suicide? Because that son of a f**kin’ bitch didn’t deserve to be around this fine ass waist! See, while you undoubtedly craved, pined over that sh*t for God knows how long, that isn’t even a f**kin’ consolation prize for the Original King of the WF. Back in the IGNJL, I tried time and time again to throw down the European Title because I knew with the severe lack of talent down there, being anything but the World Champion didn’t mean sh*t. And to tell ya’ the truth Commish…(Neilsen glares meaningfully at Wildchild.)…this place reeks of the JL.”

 

Neilsen turns away from Wildchild once more. WC stews and starts hopping around, warming up for the beating he plans to unleash.

 

NotJ: “And Suicide, I threw that damned belt because it was an insult to me, and to these stupid f**kin’ fans out here-”

 

The crowd’s verbal response causes Neilsen to stop talking. He turns to face them.

 

NotJ: “…are you f**kin’ done?”

 

Crowd: “Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!”

 

NotJ: “F**k you. (Neilsen turns back.) I threw that damned belt down because I’m the only man who f**kin’ can! The only man who knows there are more important things that he can do, that knows there are more important things he can achieve and knows that there are more important things than gold…and one of those f**kin’ things is me! Christ Suicide, do like your name says and f**kin’ kill yourself already! You’re punishing me by throwing me against f**kin’ jobbers (Neilsen points a thumb back at WC without turning around.) because you know that those bitches in the back consider it a greater achievement to beat me than to win one of your f**kin’ belts! What was Cyclone Comet’s greatest achievement? He Russian legswept not just anyone, but ME, off a cell! What would it do for this little junior f**ker in the ring with me if he actually won tonight?”

 

Wildchild looks pissed!

 

NotJ: “He’d get in World Title consideration this very day while I will undoubtedly have to win for three months straight and then compete for a f**kin’ chance at a World Title match featuring five other guys! You’re just pissed that despite all you’ve helped ‘build’ around here is for f**kin’ naught because the return of Neilsen is the most important thing to happen to the SWF! You’re pissed because in one night, I outshone the brightest star you’ve built, an old Mexican running buddy of yours from a f**kin’ freakshow! No wonder these dumb f**ks that bought tickets for this sh*t cheered the hell outta’ me when I arrived. They were desperate to be saved of the pain caused by being subjected to a year of Freakshows, Thugs and pretenders to the f**kin’ throne. A year of being forced to watch matches featuring so-called ‘main-eventers’ and useless hacks! (Neilsen spins around and points at Wildchild.) Like this little whore right here!”

 

Neilsen goes nose to nose with Wildchild and neither man backs down. Fire could shoot out of Wild’s nostrils right now and Neilsen-just laughs and turns back around.

 

NotJ: “And now…now you get a real main-eventer. A man people can get behind. A man people can f**kin’ hate. …I really don’t give a flyin’ f**k… But what do you do? What do you do when a legend arrives, a man who’s a bigger star than you can ever hope to be? You book him in a match for the ICTV Championship!?! (Neilsen tries to pull at his hair, still apparently unused to it being so short.) You were trying to hold me down! Giving me a title shot…giving me gold you knew I would win just to keep me away from your precious SWF World Title! Unlike you Suicide, I had gold around my waist my entire f**kin’ career and it never got me sh*t! The ICTV title didn’t deserve to be around my waist, much like the World didn’t belong around Hville’s, but for completely different reasons. But that belt didn’t deserve me…(Neilsen looks back at WC.)…and a match with this f**kin’ bare-foot backwards bastard doesn’t deserve me either. I threw down the ICTV Championship and now…(Neilsen drops his head, smirks and looks back up.)…I’m walking out on one of your f**kin’ matches. …roar mother f**ker.”

 

Neilsen smirks, Wild’s eyes grow wide, Neilsen’s left foot hits the ring apron and-Wildchild charges, leaps over the Jungle King, grabs his head, brings it down on the top rope and the crowd explodes as Neilsen goes flying back and Wildchild hits the floor! Kivell signals for the bell!

 

Ding! Ding!

 

Neilsen scrambles to his feet, trying to regain his dignity as Wild slides back in. Neilsen backs off, dumbfounded as Wild enters. “What the f**k do you thing you’re-,” Neilsen is overheard saying, the mic still in his right hand. Kivell kicks out the chair and Wild charges! He flies at Neilsen and-Neilsen drops, Wild hops over, rebounds, Neilsen leapfrogs, Wild runs under, Neilsen falls to his back, Wild rebounds, Neilsen sticks his feet out, Wild takes a leaping headfirst dives, rolls to his feet by the ropes, Neilsen kips up, Wild charges and-Neilsen’s left hand grabs Wildchild by the hair and Wild gets hurled over the top rope to the floor!

 

Stevens: “Damn Wildchild just had his own momentum used against him.”

Riley: “Why the hell wouldn’t Wild just take the default victory?”

Stevens: “Maybe he has more respect for himself than that.”

Riley: “But Neilsen still managed to punk him out.”

 

Neilsen looks down at Wildchild his prone by the ramp and lifts the mic.

 

NotJ: “Don’t you know who the f**k I am!?! Take this beating as learning experience…you don’t f**k with Neilsen!”

 

The Jungle King drops the mic as he heads out of the ring. He passes by the Wild One and starts heading back up the ramp. Various items are being thrown at him as he makes his way to the back.

 

Stevens: “I can’t believe this! Neilsen’s just going to leave!?!”

Riley: “He doesn’t have respect for anybody.”

 

The Jungle King is at the stage as Wild rises. Wild takes of with unbelievable speed after the man as Kivell counts, “One!” Neilsen turns to mock the fans one last time-and the crowd pops as the Wild One takes him down! Wildchild starts beating the living shit outta’ Neilsen as Kivell shouts, “Two!” The crowds going crazy as Wild lets up, hauls Neilsen to his feet and takes him charging to the ring! Wild throws Neilsen in, climbs up the ring ropes, Neilsen staggers to his feet, Wild springs, Neilsen jumps and-

 

Stevens: “-eats a springboard missile dropkick!”

Riley: “Wildchild just took down the Jungle King!”

 

Wild scrambles to make a cover and gets the-

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THR-Neilsen kicks out!

 

Stevens: “Omigawd! Neilsen’s so unprepared for this contest he’s almost faced his quickest loss yet!”

Riley: “Unprepared? (Riley snorts.) More like unable to fuckin’ win! He’s met his match tonight!”

 

Wildchild quickly rises, grabs Neilsen, whips him at the ropes, Neilsen rebounds, Wild leapfrogs, Neilsen runs under, stops, turns and-

 

Stevens: “-gets to feet straight to his face with a backflip kick!”

Riley: “Neilsen’s being schooled!”

 

Wildchild hooks a leg as he sits on Neilsen’s chest for the-

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THR-The crowd moans as Neilsen kicks out again.

 

Stevens: “They were behind at least a few of Neilsen’s covers at From the Fire.”

Riley: “But now he’s up against an undisputed face underdog who he verbally ripped on without a care. They’d much rather see Neilsen lose than win this time.”

 

Wildchild gets back up as Neilsen quickly stumbles to his feet. Wild charges, Neilsen leaps, runs, both rebound, Wild leaps, Neilsen runs under, both rebound, Neilsen swings a right, Wild ducks, rebound, Wild tries a leg lariat, Neilsen runs under, Wild hits the ground, rolls, Neilsen stops, both turn, Wild charges and-Neilsen catches him, spins him around in a Juvi-Wild cartwheels through, charges, leaps, locks his legs around Neilsen’s-the Jungler, grabs him beneath the thighs, hurls him back, Wild’s feet lands on the second rope, Neilsen smirks, turns around and-Wild leaps back, twists in mid-air, latches onto Neilsen’s head and plants him with a springboard Tornado DDT! Neilsen goes flying across the ring, Wild runs at him, leaps over, jumps on the top turnbuckles, leaps back and nails Neilsen with a moonsault! Kivell goes down to count-

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THR-No! Neilsen kicks out again!

 

Riley: “God fuckin’ dammit!”

 

Wild gets back up, a run at the far ropes, rebounds, Neilsen gets back up, turns and-eats a flying forearm! He goes back down, gets back up and-WHAM!-Neilsen gets blasted with a right! Again, again, again, again, again and again! Neilsen is dazed and confused as Wild grabs him, whips him across-Neilsen holds on, yanks Wild back in, throws an arm around his shoulder and-Wild twists out, holds onto the arm, leaps onto the top rope, walks a few inches, the crowd buzzes and then explodes as Wild leaps off and sends Neilsen flying with a springboard armdrag! Neilsen rolls across the ring, Wild charges, leaps, latches on a hurricanrana, spins the two of them around, reaches back, grabs the top rope and sends Neilsen flying over and to the floor!

 

Stevens: “Neilsen just got dropped like a sack of bricks right in front of us!”

Riley: “Let me get ‘im!”

Stevens: “No! The last thing we need is for you to get taken out from another match.”

 

Wildchild stands on the ring apron and holds up a fist, causing the crowd to roar! He steps back into the ring, charges the far ropes, rebounds, Neilsen gets to all fours, Wildchild leaps, Neilsen stands and gets planted with a Corkscrew Plancha! The crowd roars once more as an ecstatic Wildchild pumps his fists!

 

Stevens: “Wildchild is out cruiserweighting the former Light-Heavyweight Champion!”

Riley: “Did you ever doubt it? He’s taking Neilsen out of his traditional high-risk style and now the Jungler’s going down! I’ve been waiting to see someone hand his ass to him!”

 

Wildchild throws the Jungler back into the ring. He then ascends to the ring apron, leaps to the top of the turnbuckles, twists in mid-air so his back’s to the ring, shouts to the crowd, “Falling Star!,” to an unbelievable ovation, leaps back while flipping forward 450 degrees and-crashes to the mat!

 

Stevens: “Neilsen moved! Neilsen moved!”

Riley: “That damn Tarzan bastard barely avoided disaster!”

 

Neilsen is slow to rise as Wildchild is still down clutching his gut. He grabs the man, whips him at the far ‘buckles, Wild leaps, Neilsen charges, Wild lands on the top, flips back, twists in the air and plants Neilsen with the Andros Drop! He hooks both legs and-Neilsen turns it into a victory roll! “One! Two!” Wild kicks out. Neilsen whips him, Wild rebounds, Neilsen ducks, Wild turns around, leaps backward, rolls across Neilsen’s back, locks his legs around Neilsen’s head and plants him with a Junkanoo! Wildchild turns around, drags Neilsen by the turnbuckles, faces them, shouts, “That’s it!,” climbs up and-Neilsen rushes to his feet, falls on the top rope and Wildchild gets crotched! Neilsen climbs up after him, latches onto the man’s waist and-one elbow to Neilsen’s head! Another, another and another sends him flying back! Neilsen crashes to the mat, WC slowly rises, turns, leaps, pumps his arms, turns 180 and hits a-

 

Stevens: “Twisting Frog Splash!”

Riley: “It’s over!”

 

Kivell hits the mat and Wildchild gets-

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THRE-NO!

 

Stevens: “Neilsen kicked out!”

Riley: “How!?!”

 

Wildchild thinks the same thing as he rips at his own hair, picks up Neilsen, whips him at the ropes, he rebounds, Wildchild leaps, grabs Neilsen’s head, flips over and Neilsen goes flying through the air in a Freefall! Neilsen sails over the top rope, Wild charges and the Jungler’s hands latch onto the rope! He sails throw the middle and bottom rope and-Wild leaps and plants both feet square to Neilsen’s chest! The back of the Jungler’s neck is against the bottom rope while Wildchild stands on his throat, using the top rope for added leverage. Wild bounces up and down to draw greater and greater cheers from the fans. Wild hops back, throws up an arm, the fans explode and only grow louder as he charges the far ropes, the fans chant, “Go Wild! Go Wild! Go Wild!,” Neilsen turns over while staying on the bottom rope, Wildchild rebounds, flies across the ring, latches onto the middle and bottom rope and nails Neilsen with-

 

Stevens: “The Chicklet Buster!”

Riley: “It’s over Neilsen!”

 

Wildchild leaps over the top rope, charges, jumps, plants both feet to Neilsen’s gut, bounces high, lands on the top rope, flips back and…lands on his feet as Neilsen rolls out of the ring. The Jungler runs the back of a glove across his lips, stares up at Wildchild, stares back at the fans, gives them a disgusted look, stares back at Wildchild and waves him away. Neilsen turns and starts heading back up the ramp.

 

Riley: “That fuckin’ coward! He’s running away!”

 

Wildchild’s eyes go wide, he charges, rolls out of the ring, runs up the ramp and-Neilsen spins and blasts Wildchild down to the steel ramp with a right hand! Kivell shouts, “One!” Neilsen starts stomping away at the Wild One with rapid blows. “Two!” “Neilsen’s reverted to brawling tactics. I think he realizes trying to match Wildchild’s cruiser style is a no-win situation,” states Stevens. “Four!” Neilsen hauls Wildchild up, slaps on a headlock, charges, leaps over the ringsteps and plants Wild’s face into them with a bulldog! “Five!” Neilsen rolls back into the ring and takes a seat, still breathless from the ferocity of Wildchild’s full steam assault. “Six!” Wildchild starts to stand. “Seven!” He makes it to his feet. “Eight!” “Ni-!” Wild bolts back in to the cheers of the fans, charges, swings a-Neilsen throws an arm over his shoulder and plants him with a Book-End! Neilsen bounces to his feet, spins 180, falls backward onto Wildchild and Kivell counts-

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THRE-No!

 

Stevens: “Wildchild’s kicked out!”

Riley: “Neilsen’s going to lose!”

 

Wild and Neilsen both get up, Wild charges, leaps, Neilsen runs under, both rebound, Neilsen swings, Wild ducks, rebound, Neilsen leaps, slaps on a sleeper, spins 180 and-losses his grip, stumbles backward, charges, Wild catches him with a backbody-Neilsen lands on his feet, Wild turns into a-Superkick!-No! Wild grabs it, spins Neilsen around and hits him with a-Superki-Neilsen grabs his foot, spins him around and-boot to Neilsen’s gut, side headlock, twist, stun-Neilsen shoves him away, Wild charges back, Neilsen catches him in a Juvi-Wild cartwheels out, charges, leaps, Neilsen ducks, Wild lands, both men turn, boot to Wild’s gut, side headlock, arm thrown out to the side-smacks Kivell in the face. He briefly goes down as Neilsen twists and hits a stun-Wild shoves him away-a hooded man leaps over the barricade with a steel chair and cracks Neilsen’s cranium as steel meets skull! Neilsen falls back, Wild rolls him up for a School Boy and-

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREE-NO!!!

 

Stevens: “Neilsen kicked out! Neilsen kicked out!”

Riley: “What the-Who the hell is that?”

Stevens: “It’s Johnny Dangerous!”

 

The fans roar as Johnny throws back the hood. Neilsen stands, Wild charges, Johnny climbs to the apron, Neilsen leaps, Wild runs under, they turn, Kivell confronts Johnny, Neilsen grabs Wildchild, whips him and-Kivell dodges, Wild smashes into Dangerous, stumbles back, turns, boot, headlock, twist, STUNNER!!! Wildchild flies, Neilsen chases hooks a leg and beats his head along with the count of…

 

Stevens: “McTwist! McTwist! McTwist! It’s over!”

Riley: “No!”

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

Ding! Ding! Ding!

 

Funyon: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Neiiilllllseeeenn…of…the…Juuuuunnnngggllllllllle!!!!”

 

“Oooooo…ah ah ah ah!,” blasts over the loudspeakers as Neilsen’s hand is raised and then as he heads backup the ramp. The crowd jeers him all the way.

 

Stevens: “Another victory for Neilsen in his war against the SWF for the honor and respect he feels he’s been denied.”

Riley: “Honor!?! Respect!?! Neilsen doesn’t know the meaning of those words. He got off on this! Taking almost everything Wildchild had and still getting the win…the Jungle Freak will no doubt belittle the great effort this man put forth…treat him like a jobber…a little shit…a nobody…a nothing. He has no respect for anybody! He has no sense of the word honor. He-”

 

NotJ: “Hey kid!”

 

Wildchild looks up at the stage as Johnny Dangerous looks on as well, standing by the Wild One.

 

NotJ: (Panting) “Good f**kin' match…”

 

Stevens&Riley: “…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riley: “What the hell was that!?!”

[Secret Agent 0]

Ejiro, that was a pretty damn good match. I remember saying to Judge back in the JL (You know the place where we frequently won matches... and I showed all the time.) Once Ejiro gets his groove going he is going to take off, and BUY GAWD you have!

 

The problems with these heel vs heel matches is that they wouldn't work in the real world, but you managed to slip plenty of heat in there. I like the finish, but it was rather quick. A little more suspense as to whether or not Danny was going to tap, might have etched it up a notch.

 

You rule, Rule!

 

*Wonders if he should post his match*

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Post it... or you get another tombstone!

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

I agree Ejiro. I mch preferred your finish (which rocked all, quite frankly) and commentary, but Danny just edged you out in the points. Frankly if the points came out as a tie I would have given it to you.

I'm curious as to what was wrong with my finish that almost cost me the match?

[Guest Suicide King]

Sorry Danny, didn't mean to imply that there was anything wrong with your ending at all. You wrote an excellent match as well, or you wouldn't have won. Your ending was good, I just really really like the Butterfly Lock ending after repeated double underhook attempts. Struck a chord with me.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

The What???

(BTW, what in the blue fuck is a "Crucifix Kneebar?")

 

Slim - feels like the only non-puro mark in the fed

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

The Hiza Juji-Gatame/Crucifix Kneebar/Scissored Leglock is basically a leg version of the fed famous Juji-Gatame.

 

You basically apply a scissorlock around one leg, near the thigh muscle area, squeeze tight. While in this set up, you reach down and grab the ankle area, pulling back, you hyper-extend the kneecap. An extremely painful maneuver that would make even a street tough roughneck squeal in pain.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

 

Does it look any thing like that thing Goldberg does in "WCW vs. nWo Revenge?"

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Sorry Danny, didn't mean to imply that there was anything wrong with your ending at all. You wrote an excellent match as well, or you wouldn't have won. Your ending was good, I just really really like the Butterfly Lock ending after repeated double underhook attempts. Struck a chord with me.

Ah, that's cool. I was just kind of getting the impression that my ending almost cost me the match.

 

Still Ejiro wrote an excellent match. A big step up from his previous effort against me. He toned down the nuttiness that plagued the last match considerably, he improved the transition by light years, and of course he pulled off a great finish that fit nicely with the story of the match. Ejiro relentlessly getting the win by sheer force of will power.

 

There is one noticeable flaw, that being the bizzare Dragonrana transition spot. Since the move is defiently not characteristic of Ejiro nor is it a part of his regular move set nor isn't even logical to attempt during that porition of the match, it comes off as forced transition, like the now infamous Flair turnbuckle spot. Other than that, excellent match.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Wildchild... unfortunately yes... Goldberg did a pussy ass version of the move...

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

Thanks for clearing that up; I hate having to write a match against somebody when I don't know what their moves are supposed to look like.