Smarkdown losing matches

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

Feedback would be greatly appreciated; to say that I am confused would be a gross understatement.

 

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FADE IN

 

Smoke billows in front of the wrestlers’ entrance atop the stage, illuminated by red gateway lights. A series of laser beams create a red mesh of light, as the PA system in the Phillips Arena comes to life.

 

“LET FREEDOM RING WITH A SHOTGUN BLAST!”

 

That battle cry introduces Machinehead’s “Davidian,” and a blast of Pyro fires off upwards from the top of the SmarkTron, as red strobe lights flash across the entrance ramp. Dace Night and Danny Williams step side-by-side out of the smoke and through the laser mesh.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” announces Funyon, “the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit! Making their way to the ring at this time, at a total combined weight of four hundred ninety-seven pounds, ‘The Intercontinental Television Champion, 'Deathwish’ Danny Williams, and the Highpriest of Horrorcore, Dace Night! They represent the Unholy Trinity!” Dace and Danny walk purposefully down towards the ring, the rapidly pulsating glare of the red strobe lights giving them the appearance of walking in slow motion. Upon entering the ring, Dace walks over to his corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle, flashing the metal ‘horns’ signal with his fingers as he stares out into the darkness. Danny calmly surveys his surroundings as fans surrounding the ringside area shower the ring with red and yellow streamers.

 

“For someone who claims to be all business,” notes Bobby Riley contemptuously, “Williams sure has an elaborate ring entrance.”

 

“Funny,” replies Mark Stevens, “you didn’t seem to be all that bothered by it when he was with the Magnificent Seven.”

 

“It bothered me even then; I just overlooked it at Tom’s request.”

 

Stevens rolls his eyes. “Well, while they’re clearing those streamers out of the ring, tell me who do you like to win this match, Bobby?”

 

“You have to like the Trinity,” Riley states matter-of-factly. “They’re much better mat wrestlers than either Wildchild or Johnny Dangerous, and they’re excellent at controlling the pace of the match. Williams, in particular, is not going to allow Wild and Dangerous to make this match into an aerial contest. He’s going to dictate the pace, and keep those two on the ground. Wild and Dangerous have got to make this an up-tempo match to have a chance to win, and I don’t see any way that they can do that.”

 

“On the other hand,” counters Stevens, “slowing down Wild and Dangerous isn’t going to be as cut-and-dried as you make it sound. Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous, Wildchild in particular, don’t really engage their opponents with a lot of wrestling, preferring to hit and run until they wear their usually larger opponents down. Which means, that Danny and Dace are going to have to catch them, which isn’t going to be easy! Also, Danny and Dace don’t have any prior experience as a tag team. If their timing isn’t dead on from the start, Wild and Dangerous are going to pick them apart with double teams.”

 

“They don’t have to catch them,” replies Riley. “They just have to wait for them to screw up! Both these guys are methodical and patient, but most importantly, they’re both tough guys; Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous will probably dominate the early portion of the match with a few speed moves, but neither of them hit hard enough to keep either Danny or Dace down with their speed offense. Sooner or later, they’re going to have to close in on them to try and hit something stronger, and at that point, the Trinity is going to have a field day with them!”

 

The ring attendants finish clearing the remainder of the paper streamers out of the ring, and “Davidian’s” harsh metal beat draws to a close. After a few seconds, twenty-one thousand fans in the Phillips Arena come to their feet as the instrumental version of 50 Cent’s “In Da Club” begins playing. Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous run out from the backstage area onto the stage, posing for the fans as they cheer excitedly.

 

“Their opponents,” continues Funyon, “at a total combined weight of four hundred twenty-seven pounds, are Wild! AAAAAND Daaaaangerous!” Wildchild and Johnny slap hands with the fans as they streak down to ringside, sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring simultaneously. As he gets to his feet, Wildchild’s trademark grin disappears, and his face becomes clouded with apprehension as he stares into Dace Night’s eyes.

 

“Wildchild, Johnny and Dace used to all team together in the SJL,” remarks Stevens, “and I’ve heard rumors in the back that Wildchild is very uncomfortable about having to wrestle against Dace.”

 

“Wildchild needs to learn to put that bush league crap behind him,” replies Riley. “The JL is ancient history; he’d better stop thinking about the ‘good ol’ days,’ and concentrate on the match at hand!”

 

Danny and Dace whisper in the corner, making a last-minute review of their strategy for the match. Johnny, noticing Wildchild’s unease, guides his partner to the corner and tells him to start the match on the apron, as he turns his attention back to his opponents. Referee Eddy Long motions to the timekeeper to ring the bell to signify the start of the match.”

 

“Bell’s gone,” says Stevens excitedly, “and we’re underway!” Johnny and Dace walk right up to each other in the center of the ring, exchanging heated words as they stand nose to nose. Suddenly, Johnny makes the first move, bringing both his hands to Dace’s chest and shoving him away. Dace takes a few steps backwards and then responds with a shove of his own that sends Johnny tumbling backwards into the ropes. The crowd cheers at the display of power while Dace stares fiercely at Johnny with his cold gray eyes.

 

Johnny scrambles to his feet and charges Dace, running into him full speed with a shoulder block, but staring back at the Highpriest of Horrorcore with an astonished look on his face when he fails to move him. Undaunted, Johnny raises his right arm high into the air, challenging Dace to a test of strength.

 

“How stupid is this guy,” asks Riley. “I didn’t give Wild and Dangerous much of a chance against the Trinity as it is, but if Johnny’s going to try and match strength with Dace Night, this could be over even faster than I thought!”

 

With a slow grin threatening to spread across his face, Dace approaches Johnny and the two interlace their fingers on each hand, as they prepare to test strength with a knuckle-lock. Dace waits a few seconds as he allows Johnny to flex and strain hopelessly against his strength before forcing him down to his knees on the mat, the full force of his corded muscles bearing down on Johnny as he bends the Secret Agent’s wrists backwards. Dace then yanks him bodily up off the mat and into the air, nestling his head underneath Johnny’s armpit and falling backwards as he drives Johnny into the mat with a reverse Northern Lights Suplex!

 

Dace picks his foe up and whips him towards the ropes, scooping him into his arms as he rebounds in a tilt-a-whirl slam attempt, but Johnny locks his legs around Dace’s head and uses his momentum to his fullest advantage, surprising Dace with a headscissors takeover! The Barracuda runs to the ropes to build up steam as Dace gets to his feet, and leaps into the air as he rebounds, knocking Dace backwards with a flying clothesline. Keeping up the intensity, Johnny keeps Dace off-balance by pushing him back against the ropes, and pulling him away as he tries to whip him to the other side, but the Highpriest of Horrorcore reverses easily. Dace charges Johnny with his arm extended to deliver a brutal lariat, but the Barracuda ducks underneath and sprints to the other side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes and springing into the air, planting both feet into Dace’s chest and sending him to the mat with a sensational running dropkick!

 

“Wild and Dangerous might not have the power to compete with the Trinity,” says Stevens, “but, if they can keep this level of intensity up, the strength that they do have will take its toll on them, eventually!”

 

Johnny lifts Dace to his feet and applies a standing arm wringer, pulling against Dace for all he’s worth as he leads him over to his corner, where he makes the tag to Wildchild. The Bahama Bomber, a look of unease still on his face, enters the ring tentatively and takes the arm wringer over from Johnny. Dace counters the arm wringer by scooping Wildchild up with his free arm and lifting him above his head, but Wildchild manages to escape fairly easily, slipping behind Dace and backing away passively. Dace turns around and stares at Wildchild with a look of consternation, beckoning him with his hands, saying, “C’mon, ‘Nic! You’ve gotta fight me!” Wildchild, who doesn’t look at all happy about the idea, slowly approaches Dace and the two prepare two lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Wildchild backs away at the last possible second, shaking his head with a frown on his face. Dace starts to appear visibly upset, and begins barking at his opponent, “Let’s go, Wildchild! All these people paid to see you wrestle, so stop pissin’ around!”

 

From the Unholy Trinity’s corner, Danny calls over to his partner. As Dace nears the corner, Danny tells him to make the tag. “If he doesn’t want to fight you, he can fight me!” Reluctantly, Dace makes the tag to his partner and Danny Williams steps between the ropes, flexing his neck muscles as he fixes Wildchild with a cold, calculating stare.

 

“Looks like Wildchild’s jumped out of the frying pan, and into the fire,” says Riley gleefully. “He didn’t want to wrestle against his old tag team partner, so now he’s going to get folded up by one of the best in the business!”

 

Wildchild, his apprehension evaporated, approaches Danny in the center of the ring. They each lean in to engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Wildchild suddenly leans away, grabbing Danny’s wrist to keep him off-balance, and pulling him forward. Wildchild steps to one side as Danny stumbles forward and belts him in the side of the head with a sharp right jab, followed almost immediately by a stiff soccer kick to the back of the knee!

 

WHAM!

 

With blinding speed, Wildchild runs to the ropes behind Williams as he clutches his knee and leaps into the air as he rebounds, snaring Danny’s head in a side headlock as he flies past and driving him into the mat with a stunning bulldog! Wildchild rolls Williams over and makes a token cover, knowing, even as he applies a lateral press to the ICTV Champion, that he’s probably not going to get a pinfall…

 

 

ONE!

 

Predictably, Williams powers out of the pinfall attempt at the count of one, and quickly gets to his feet, his eyes briefly blazing with emotion. Wildchild nearly backs himself into a corner and Danny closes in one him to deliver an elbow smash, but the much faster Tropical Tumbler steps to one side, easily avoiding his attack. Williams swings back suddenly, looking to nail Wildchild with a fierce Uraken, but Wildchild hops backwards, dodging Williams as if he were moving in slow motion, and leaping into the air as he turns around, sending him flying backwards into the corner with a dropkick! The Bahama Bomber rolls to his feet and charges the corner before Williams can react, leaping and twisting in the air as drives the wind out of Danny’s chest with his Blue Crush Splash!

 

“Wildchild appears to have gotten the butterflies out of his stomach,” shouts Stevens. “He’s taking Danny Williams apart right now! He’s moving around him like he was standing still!”

 

WHAM!

 

Wildchild pulls Danny into a front facelock as he staggers out of the corner and lifts him into the air, spinning around and dropping him back to the canvas with a gorgeous corkscrew suplex! Without hesitation, he rolls back to his feet and runs to the corner, leaping onto the top turnbuckle and springing back off in one fluid motion, pumping his arms and legs as he twists through the air, smashing into Danny’s chest again, this time with a twisting frog splash!

 

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THR— Danny powers out of the pinfall attempt before the referee can bring his arm down for a third time. Wildchild beats Williams to his feet and races to the ropes again. Danny, in a sudden burst of speed, leaps high into the air to deliver a Dynamic Kick as Wildchild rebounds, but the Caribbean Cruiser runs underneath him to the other side, leaping into the air as Danny turns around and drilling him with a leg lariat! Wildchild grabs Williams by his wrist and drags him over to his corner, where he makes the tag to Johnny Dangerous. Johnny steps into the ring and the pair pull Danny to his feet, double whipping him to the far ropes.

 

 

WHAM!

 

Johnny meets Williams on the rebound and sends him falling to the canvas face-first with a drop toehold and, as he bounces back to his knees, Wildchild streaks towards him, blasting him in the face at full throttle with a Shining Wizard! Johnny scrambles to his feet as Williams falls over backwards, and runs to the ropes, diving towards Williams with a running elbow drop that practically caves his chest in!

 

“Outstanding double team by Wild and Dangerous,” exclaims Stevens. “He’s going to try to get a quick win here!”

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THR— Williams kicks out at two!

 

Johnny continues to press his teams’ speed advantage, rolling quickly to his feet dropping back down to the mat, stunning Danny before he can react with a martial arts chop to the chest. He rolls Danny onto his stomach and applies a front facelock, but Williams gets to his knees and stands up, using his power to lift Johnny off the mat and carry him into a neutral corner. Once in the corner, the referee calls for the clean break, and Danny backs away from Johnny, but blasts the Barracuda in the face as he tries to leave the corner with a vicious elbow smash! Johnny staggers back into the corner and Danny renews his attack, doubling Johnny over with a knee smash into the midsection. Williams pulls him out of the corner and whips him to the opposite end of the ring, sending him crashing into the corner. Danny rushes in after him to deliver a running elbow smash that takes Johnny’s head off!

 

 

 

… Or would have, had it connected! Johnny dives out of the corner at the last second, and Danny rams his elbow into the top turnbuckle. Johnny steps onto the ring apron and races to the corner, quickly scaling to the top turnbuckle as Danny staggers out of the corner clutching his elbow, and flies into the ring, sending Williams falling to the mat with a missile dropkick! Johnny scrambles on top of Danny, and the referee dives into position to count the pinfall…

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREEEEE— Kickout!

 

“Wildchild and Johnny have done a superb job of controlling the pace of this match,” reflects Stevens.

 

“So far, so good,” replies Riley, “but don’t expect it to last much longer!”

 

Johnny pulls Williams to his feet and applies a side headlock, but Danny grabs him by his waist and lifts him off the ground, falling backwards and driving the Barracuda into the mat with a desperation Belly-to-Back suplex!

“Beautiful Belly-to-Back suplex by Danny Williams,” says Stevens, “and that may have been the exact momentum changer you were speaking of, Bobby!”

 

“Williams didn’t get all of that,” adds Riley. “It looked like he was going for a Backdrop Driver, but he didn’t get him with the angle or the force he usually does. If he had, this match might be over right now!”

 

Williams crawls over to his corner, and makes the tag to Dace Night. Dace steps back into the ring and pulls Johnny off the mat into a front facelock, smashing his chest with a series of brutal knee lifts. He whips Johnny into the ropes, but the Barracuda surprises him with a sudden burst of speed, knocking him backwards with a flying kick! Johnny drops to one knee to recover as Dace gets back to his feet. Dace charges towards Johnny, but the Secret Agent bends down and grabs Dace behind his knees, scooping him up into the air and slamming him back down to the canvas on his back. Locking his arms underneath Dace’s legs, Johnny shouts into the corner at Wildchild to prepare for a double-team maneuver, and falls backward to launch Dace into his partner with a slingshot. But Wildchild, still uneasy about the idea of facing his former partner, hesitates, and the split-second he pauses throws off their usually immaculate timing, causing Wildchild to leap into the air, passing harmlessly over Dace instead of nailing him with a missile dropkick, and land on the mat besides Johnny.

 

“Oh my,” cries Stevens. “Wildchild and Johnny mis-communicated on a double team! I don’t believe I’ve ever seen that before!”

 

“Wildchild better pull his head out of his ass real quick,” Riley throws in. “He’s going to cost his team the match if he can’t bring himself to wrestle!”

 

Johnny gets to his feet, visibly perturbed, and confronts his partner in the center of the ring. “What the hell’s going on,” he demands.

 

“Je suis désolé,” Wildchild stammers nervously.

 

“Look,” barks Johnny, as Dace gets to his feet behind him, “I know you’re uncomfortable, but you’re going to have to put that aside, so we can…”

 

 

WHAM!

 

 

Wildchild shoves Johnny aside and sacrifices himself as he spies Dace Night charging towards them, absorbing the full impact of a Yakuza Kick from the Highpriest of Horrorcore! Dace’s eyes widen as he watches his former partner slumps to the mat and rolls out of the ring, giving Johnny the opportunity he needs to pounce on his back!

 

“You limey bastard,” he shouts. “This is all your fault!”

 

Dace calmly reaches behind him and grabs Johnny by the hair, ripping him off his back with a snap mare. Johnny rolls to his feet and ducks another Yakuza Kick attempt by Dace, but as he runs to the opposite side of the ring, Danny raises a knee that hits Johnny in the small of the back, stunning him. Johnny turns around to confront his attacker, but Dace sneaks up behind him and lifts him up off the mat, falling backwards and nearly snapping him in half with a devastating neck drop!

 

 

“BAAAACKDROP DUH—RIIIIIV—AAAAAHHHH,” shouts Stevens, as Johnny lies flopping on the canvas. Dace rolls onto his stomach and crawls over to Johnny, covering him as the referee counts the pinfall…

 

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEE— NO!! Johnny just barely gets the shoulder up!

 

Dace rolls over to his corner and tags Danny back in. On the outside of the ring, Wildchild has gotten back to his feet, and is trying to clear the cobwebs out of his head. Williams steps into the ring and stalks deliberately over to Johnny, taking aim and firing a series of brutal punt kicks to the side of Johnny’s head!

 

Danny pulls the Secret Agent to his knees and grabs him by his slick black mane, thrusting him in between his legs!

 

“HERE IT COMES!” cries Stevens.

 

Danny hooks Johnny’s arms and in one swift, fluid motion, hauls him up and over, high over his shoulders, and then doubles over deep, SLAMMING the Barracuda into the mat with a horrendous Power Bomb! With the crowds cheering wildly, Danny steps over Johnny’s waist, reaches back, hooks his legs and pulls back on them, pinning Johnny’s shoulders to the mat - no questions about it! The Referee drops to make the count...

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE - NO!! This time it’s the Wildchild that races into the ring, and DIVES for Danny Williams, tackling him to the mat! Wildchild trounces Danny with punch after punch, until Dace Night charges back into the ring himself, and slings his foot right into the Bahama Bomber’s gut, knocking him a good foot into the air and right off of Williams!

 

Wildchild grabs onto his midsection, wincing in pain and staring at Dace with a look of betrayal, as Dace takes off for the far ropes, while Danny grabs hold of Wildchild’s arm and slings him towards Dace just as he fires off the ropes-

 

 

-Wildchild suddenly slams the breaks on, and reverses the Irish Whip, sending Danny instead straight for Dace Night!

 

“DEAR GOD, NO,” cries Bobby as Dace tries to advert the disaster, but it is far to late, and Dace Night sends a COLOSSAL Yakuza Kick rocketing into Danny’s head!

 

KA-RAAAAACK!!!

 

 

“SHIT,” shouts Dace, seeing his partner sprawled out across the mat and knowing he is going to hear about this one later! He growls as he looks towards Wildchild, then charges for the Caribbean Cruiser and grabs him by his neck, jerking him off his feet in one fatal sweep, and holds him up above him!

 

“The referee’s lost control of this one,” exclaims Stevens. “I think he lost track of who the legal man is!”

 

“Damn you!” snarls Dace, frothing at the mouth just before he cranks his head back... and SMASHES his forehead into Wildchild, releasing his grip on the Bahaman as he does. Wildchild drops to the mat, with his head spinning like crazy - leaving himself wide open as Dace Night reaches down.

 

“He’s going for the Dark Star Driver,” shouts Stevens. “It’s all about to be over for the Wildchild!”

 

 

“Remember, Wildchild,” growls Dace as he gut wrenches the Bahama Bomber’s waist, and leans down to haul him up. “Nothing personal at all! This is JUST business!” With simple ease, Dace tears the Wildchild off his feet, flips him over and up onto his shoulder! Dace raises Wildchild up to give him the powerbomb of all powerbombs, when the Islander suddenly reaches down and grabs Night’s head, mashing his forearm against his face as Dace beings to toss him down, and pulls Dace down right with him, SPIKING the top of his head into the canvas with a MONSTROUS DDT!

 

WHHAAAM!!

 

 

“OH MY GOD,” screams Mark Stevens, barely able to get his voice over the roaring crowds cheers! “Wildchild used Dace’s own strength against him, and pulled him all the way down! Can you believe the will power inside the Wildchild?!”

 

Shaken, but not stirred, Wildchild staggers back up to his feet, with his hand on his back, gently massaging his back as he staggers a step forward. He crouches down, balling up his fist with his arms to his side, then quickly rises back up, thrusting his arms high into the air as he cuts loose with a mighty battle cry, grabbing another pop from the audience!

 

“Where the hell does he think he’s at,” mutters Riley, “in the Swiss Alps?”

 

Grabbing onto Dace by his head, Wildchild rolls him over onto his stomach and drags him up to his knees, then pauses for a moment as he takes a deep breath... looks down at his former ally... former partner... “DIS’ part,” Wildchild says with a grin, “is pleasure.” Wildchild spins around putting his back to Dace as he locks in a standing headscissors, the leans back and under-hooks his arms.

 

“You have GOT to be kidding me,” says Bobby. “There is no way Wildchild can get that fat ass up for a Wild Ride!”

 

“Well, it looks to me like he’s going to try,” replies Stevens.

 

Wildchild rotates himself over, placing himself underneath Dace while still holding onto his arms, draping the king of Horrorcore over his back! Gritting down HARD onto his teeth, the Bahama Bomber begins to try and rise up with two hundred and fifty pounds on top of him, but the weight is just tremendous! With grunts and groans flying right and left out of Wildchild’s mouth he tries again to hoist Dace up, and gets himself halfway up, but can’t quite seem to get him much further.

 

“See,” says Bobby, “all he’s doing is looking like he’s straining to take a crap! Wildchild is not strong enough to do this; he’ll throw his back out first! He simply can’t.”

 

“THE HELL HE CAN’T,” snaps Grand Slam as Wildchild lets out a MIGHTY growl and STANDS to his feet, still holding tight to Dace night! “He IS doing it!”

 

With the last bit of energy left in his body, Wildchild kicks his feet out and falls to his posterior... AND DRIVES DACE’S HEAD INTO THE CANVAS LIKE A NAIL GOING THROUGH WOOD!!!!

 

 

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

“WILD RIDE,” cries Stevens. “WILD RIDE! OH MY GOD, DACE NIGHT JUST WENT FOR THE WILD RIDE! THIS ONE IS OVER!”

 

The pain is apparent in the Bahama Bomber, but still he manages to drag himself over towards Dace Night’s carcass, hooks his leg, and rears back on it, firmly pinning Dace’s shoulders to the mat! With the crowds counting along with him, the Referee drops to make the count...

 

 

“ONEEEE!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWOOOO!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THREEEE!!”

 

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“YES,” shouts Mark as he leaps from his seat. “Wildchild just put another victory on Wild and Dangerous’ table, and I don’t think it could have turned out any better!”

 

“Sure it could have,” replies Riley. “It could have just been a no contest, which would mean neither team would draw any closer towards our beloved Tag Team Champions - Justice and Rule!”

 

Finally awakening from his slumber, Johnny begins to crawl to his feet as his partner, Wildchild, walks over and grabs his hand. “Did we win,” Johnny asks, but the grin on Wildchild’s face says it all. “In Da Club” begins to pound across the arena as Wild And Dangerous both finally stand tall in the battleground, soaking in the adoring crowds cheers. The referee grabs hold of each of their arms and hoist them high up into the air, as Funyon makes the obvious announcement:

 

“The winner of this match by pinfall... WILLLLLD ANNNNNND DAAANGEROUUS!!!!”

 

“What a match,” cheers Mark Stevens. “Both of these teams put forth a tremendous effort, but in the end Wild and Dangerous were the ones who emerged victorious.”

 

“Yeah, by some less than honorable tactics,” gripes Riley. “They took advantage of their former ally, Dace Night, and they know it!”

 

“Even if they did, which they didn’t, since when did you like Danny and Dace?”

 

After a moment of celebrating with their fans, Wildchild and Johnny Dangerous begin to make their ascent towards the stage, while in the ring, Danny Williams grabs Dace by the hand and helps him to his feet. “You’ll do better next time.” he says to his sorrowful partner.

 

“Well coming up next,” says Stevens, “Michael Craven defends the United States Championship against a former Junior League World Champion, Sean Atlas.”

 

“I’m just so tickled pink about that match,” adds Bobby, raising a brow from Stevens. “It has two of the absolute best wrestlers in the under card! I’m just not sure who to cheer for!”

 

“Cheer for both of them if you want, you’ll be the only one in the arena doing so.” says Mark. “We’ll be right back, folks.”

[Secret Agent 0]

Well, Wildchild, to say I as well am a bit peeved would also be an understatement.

 

After finally reading the match in it's entirely I think it's pretty good. However it is a little hard to tell from that 5 second piece from Danny/Dace on who's is better.

 

I'll reserve my Judgement's until we get a clear cut winner out of this mess.

[Guest Dace59]

Well, the bottom of the card says Dace and Danny are getting a Tag Title shot, so I can only assume we won, but when King got the "Winning Match" PM, that got cut off.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

I understand it's awful to see your match lose and have only a few hundred words of the winner, but Dace & Danny's match has now been edited in completely, so you can peruse for yourself. My apologies for the inconvenience; I had the match marked by 9, but as of nearly 1 last night I couldn't get PMs to work, nor could I get the match to King even through e-mail conduits. At that point I wrote it off as a sunk cost and decided to fix it in the morning, which I have.

 

I marked the match on account of Thugg having too many finals today, and I have a whole page o' feedback ready for you guys, but it's not on this computer--the connection upstairs has been copiously wonky, which is probably part of why I couldn't get PMs working proper. Hopefully I'll have that resolved sometime later today so I can give you guys what I conjured while the matches had my full attention last night, but if you're super-hungry for feedback, just post here or PM me with questions and I'll answer them.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Yeah...my bad on the marking thing. Basically, I volunteered my services seeing that there were only three markers for the show. I knew I had 2 finals the next day, but I figured that I could take an hour break and mark a match. I was right, except for the fact that Wild & Dangerous match was so very late, and I couldn't wait any long for it because I really, really needed to study. Sorry, but my graduation takes precedence. However, as the markers were changed at literally the last second, I didn't DQ you guys and said you had until 8 to get it in to me...which you did and that was good. But, by that time, it was just too late for me to mark it and i really needed to be studying...so I passed it to Edwin. So, thanks for picking that up EddyMac...I haven't read both matches, so I don't really know how they match up against each other. I will say that while The D&D match was a quick read, I wasn't extraordinarily impressed by it. I mean, it was decent...but it seemed to be lacking something in my book...or maybe my mind wasn't totally into it with the finals coming up and all. Which is why I think Edwin marking them was better because he didn't have other important crap to deal with that might blur his judgement of the matches.

 

Da "whatever...that just explains why Edwin marked the match" H

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

And because local area networks are my bitch: the feedback! Here's my assessment of Wildchild and Johnny's match as well as the differences and distinctions that led me to give Danny & Dace the win.

 

The story here is Wildchild being reluctant to fight Dace and making up for it in the end by scoring the win for his team. An interesting story, but not executed that well. The introductions are stellar; the seeds of a great storyline driven match are planted, and we establish early that Danny and Dace will be playing the heels. It starts off very oddly with a series of moves without many transitions; they're just "he hits an armlock, and then goes for a move." No one really uses any sort of tactic, except WC and Johnny using speed. I would have liked to see them get tagged with a big hit once and adapt, or something; speed vs. power doesn't cut it just like that unless you do it really well. The match itself breaks down about halfway in, and there's little wrestling. You use a lot of story, which is fine in relating WC's dilemmas, but the losing team looks like chumps, Danny especially; he's the ICTV champ, and he comes off as a bumbling brute in the long-run, with very few moments of any import. Since the story is WC vs. Dace more than anything else, this is okay, except that Danny isn't just a neutral factor; he's an idiot factor. The tags themselves are a bit disappointing; there's no real memorable hot tag. Wildchild also makes the pin illegally, and that's where you really lost a lot of points.

 

I do NOT buy the "the ref lost control of who the legal man is" explanation as a catch-all for the screwy ending. It's lazy writing, the kind of thing that you should work on fleshing out--there's no real reason for the ref to miss that. Sure, all four guys are in the ring, but Johnny and Danny are entirely out of commission by the time he seems to be having a problem. We should fire that guy if he can't hack THAT. This isn't even brought up in the post-match finish; altogether, the whole effort comes off as significantly rushed and not fleshed out to the potential that the concept allowed.

 

The big moment of miscommunication--Dace accidentally nailing Danny with a Yakuza kick--was oddly paralleled in Danny/Dace's match wherein Danny's diving elbow took out Dace instead of Johnny. I think this is a good place to look to see the differences in the matches. In W&D's match, you have a pretty contrived whip reversal into a "I got confused and kicked my partner" move. In D&D's, it's a consequence of Johnny moving after Danny's already started his attack--it's thinking on the go, and it comes off a lot less staged. There are also parallels in Dace and Danny playing heels--in their own match, they made the conflict much more convincing by fully committing to the more vicious side without belying their own characters' personalities. The W&D match did not do this as effectively, kind of halfing it and having Danny more as the bumbling heel than as something true to his character. To both team's credit, each unit did a good job of handling Wildchild's eclectic style; in most instances in both matches, his spotty nature was worked well into the match and seemed to have its own organic flow. Kudos to all writers on that note.

 

Further credit must go to Dace and Danny for doing an excellent job of working over Johnny with smart submissions and double-teams, really breaking him down. Simple as it may sound, Dace and Danny did a lot more with the tag elements of a tag match--the hot tag, the doubleteams, the creation of tension through isolation, all that good stuff--and the result was that all four men looked strong in their own ways. This coupled with the very contrived finish of the ref losing track of the legal man led me to this conclusion: if this had been booked as a tornado tag, W&D might have taken it with their match. But it wasn't: it was a straight-up tag, and when it came down to it, Danny and Dace turned in the more polished effort for this one.

[Guest Dace59]

Thanks for the feed back Edwin

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

:: shrugs ::

 

I can live with that. I figured we were going to lose when I had to edit almost 800 words out of the match. I lost track of a lot of things, including the whole illegal man situation.

 

My main problem has to do with the fact that I don't know how to write Danny's character. Based on my interpretation of Danny's stats, I saw him as a bloated, roided-up monster, and figured the only two ways I could have portrayed him were to either have him kick the shit out of both me and Johnny for the whole match, or have his roided-out body be too stiff and slow to hit either one of us. It's like if Rey Jr. were booked against Scott Steiner: either Rey's going to make him look like he's standing still, or Steiner going to beat him into a pulp; they're not going to go toe-to-toe. Basically, making Danny a factor in the match without bitching my own character out too much presented a challenge to my imagination that I wasn't prepared to meet, so I decided to settle for putting our team over their team.

 

You're right, there was very little wrestling and, quite honestly, when I was plotting out the match, I didn't intend on putting any in: Danny's a striker, Dace is a power wrestler, and Wild and Dangerous are high-fliers. The simple outline of my match were for W&D to run circles around the Trinity, and for Danny and Dace, two guys with really high Vitality quotients, to just absorb punishment until W&D started to slow down. WC becomes the FIP... et cetera, et cetera. Basically, I ran out of words, so I fast forwarded to the end.

 

Thugg, as far as the deadline, I turned our match in to you like a minute after you made that post in the 'Smarkdown Card' thread, but you had already logged off, but whatever. You're right, late is late, and I'm not going to try to defend myself.

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

:: shrugs ::

My main problem has to do with the fact that I don't know how to write Danny's character. Based on my interpretation of Danny's stats, I saw him as a bloated, roided-up monster, and figured the only two ways I could have portrayed him were to either have him kick the shit out of both me and Johnny for the whole match, or have his roided-out body be too stiff and slow to hit either one of us. It's like if Rey Jr. were booked against Scott Steiner: either Rey's going to make him look like he's standing still, or Steiner going to beat him into a pulp; they're not going to go toe-to-toe. Basically, making Danny a factor in the match without bitching my own character out too much presented a challenge to my imagination that I wasn't prepared to meet, so I decided to settle for putting our team over their team.

 

You're right, there was very little wrestling and, quite honestly, when I was plotting out the match, I didn't intend on putting any in: Danny's a striker, Dace is a power wrestler, and Wild and Dangerous are high-fliers. The simple outline of my match were for W&D to run circles around the Trinity, and for Danny and Dace, two guys with really high Vitality quotients, to just absorb punishment until W&D started to slow down. WC becomes the FIP... et cetera, et cetera. Basically, I ran out of words, so I fast forwarded to the end.

.

Danny Williams is by no means Scott Steiner 2003, if that was the case my speed would be 1, vitality -30(can't bump or I will expolde and die), and I'd tip the scales at 270+.

 

Danny Williams is more like Scott Steiner early 90s in terms of athleticism and build. He's a great bumper, very flexibe, very powerful, but can fly in small bursts.

 

But that's not really what Edwin was talking about. Edwin pointed out that for the ICTV Champion I got very very little offense in, and shouldn't have been dominated so much.

 

But ICTV Champion or not you as the face and a very small high flying face are gonna have to be prepared to bitch your character out for the majority of the match. Like Rey/Eddy Havoc 97, Eddy controled the majority of the match with power moves and wear down holds while with expert timing Rey inserted his flashy offensive in at key moments. It's all about timing really.

 

You have to have slow parts to involve the crowd, it's a fine art that is really dying now days in wrestling everywhere. Like him or not, Hogan understood that more than most, and than people wonder why his matches have so much heat.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

Fair enough, except that the difference is that Eddy doesn't have as powerful an offense as Danny. A match like that between Danny and WC would last about 1500 words; Danny dominating the offense against WC = Wildchild out cold in a 3-minute squash.

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Fair enough, except that the difference is that Eddy doesn't have as powerful an offense as Danny. A match like that between Danny and WC would last about 1500 words; Danny dominating the offense against WC = Wildchild out cold in a 3-minute squash.

Dominating the offense doesn't mean throwing nothing but bombs dude, I have wear down holds, and all you really need to control the offense is a chinlock for crying out loud. I give up!

[Guest Dace59]

You wish you'd last 3 minutes.

 

Well, Justice and Rule here we come. WC and Johnny might get a remact with us one day, and it might be for the Tag Titles.

 

We'll have to see. At least it's been good learning experience for everyone.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

Okay, okay, I'll work on it. I'm not trying to cheese you off, dude. Sorry!

 

Please accept my apology; I have a tendency to write the first thing on my mind, and I also tend to respond to feedback based on how I write matches, not necessarily how a good match should be written. There's not need to get upset...

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

Okay, okay, I'll work on it. I'm not trying to cheese you off, dude. Sorry! 

 

Please accept my apology; I have a tendency to write the first thing on my mind, and I also tend to respond to feedback based on how I write matches, not necessarily how a good match should be written. There's not need to get upset...

No need to apologize, I'm not pissed or anything. I just saw your last comment as a bit of a nit picking problem with my character that could have been easily solved by reading my stats. And I apologize if I came off dickish.

 

Everyone just go watch Black Tiger(EDDY) vs. Beniot 11/96 if they want to understand the dynamics of a face/heel crowd involving match.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

But, what about a face/face match?

 

For the record, BTW, to be honest, my comments about Danny and how he would interact with WC in the ring have more to do with how I prefer my character to be portrayed. Basically, the kid can't take a punch: the reason he has a vitality of 5 is because he's fast as shit and has a lot of endurance. If it's at all practical, I would prefer him portrayed as someone who can't take more than four or five good hits from anyone with a strength quotient higher than 5. Danny's running elbow would basically be finisher strength against WC, which is why I try not to have him get hit very often.

 

I can probably work around this problem by working on transitions and trying to introduce restholds (which I hate personally, but such is life). I guess I'll experiment with it...

 

 

EDIT - at any rate, I'm heading back to my barracks; I'd be happy to continue this dialogue when I get back to my room in about 40 minutes.

[Secret Agent 0]

Edwin, thanxs for the feedback, but...

 

WC making the pin when he's not the legal man is NOT lazy writting! It happens all the time in WWE but I guess I'm supose to make all my references from puro wrestling that I have never even seen, right?

 

I mean hell, I spend some time and actually flesh out a good finish and I get called lazy for it, what gives?

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

"It happens all the time in WWE"

 

That's what he means. It's lazy to write something you see on TV all the time. All he was asking for was letting the ref have control, or a reason why the ref didn't notice the illegal pin.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

Are you sure about that, Jay? I mean, if he meant lazy as in cliche, I'm scratching my head, too. I mean, nothing is new under the sun, right? It's hard not to write a match that isn't somehow derivative of something else. And, it's not like we do stuff like that all the time.

 

On the other hand, if Edwin meant lazy as in "intellectually lazy," or "sloppy," then I can kind of see that. I wasn't all that happy with what I contributed to the match.

 

Thanks for the feedback, fellas. I wouldn't mind some more. Usually when I post a losing match, people tell me why they thought the other match was better, but they rarely seem to tell me what I think I'm doing wrong. Meanwhile, I'm 0-2-2 in my last 4 matches, and haven't won since before I went on vacation.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Edwin, thanxs for the feedback, but...

 

WC making the pin when he's not the legal man is NOT lazy writting! It happens all the time in WWE but I guess I'm supose to make all my references from puro wrestling that I have never even seen, right?

 

I mean hell, I spend some time and actually flesh out a good finish and I get called lazy for it, what gives?

The idea's not necessarily lazy. You didn't do anything with it, though. There was no real reason for the ref to not have control over who was in the match--you mention it right before the finish, and then don't again, and it kinda comes out of nowhere in a match where all four guys have been involved with each other for the last couple sequences. Like I said, at the point where he can't figure out who the legal man is, there's only two guys in the ring. If you're going to make a ref error one of the key points to your finish, you need to maintain it as important throughout the finish, not just throw it out there because you didn't leave a way for Wildchild to tag in.

 

I'm not knocking your idea. I am, however, criticizing your execution, and suggesting that you try to better integrate the idea into the rest of the match if you decide to try that sort of finish in another match. If you don't like "lazy writing," replace it with "a poorly executed finish."

 

In other news, I've never seen a puro match in my life. I consider it a great failing.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

The idea's not necessarily lazy.  You didn't do anything with it, though.  There was no real reason for the ref to not have control over who was in the match--you mention it right before the finish, and then don't again, and it kinda comes out of nowhere in a match where all four guys have been involved with each other for the last couple sequences.  Like I said, at the point where he can't figure out who the legal man is, there's only two guys in the ring.  If you're going to make a ref error one of the key points to your finish, you need to maintain it as important throughout the finish, not just throw it out there because you didn't leave a way for Wildchild to tag in.

And that's my fault; it was my responsibility to edit the two halves, and since it was already after the posted deadline when I got both halves together, I did a pretty piss-poor editing job. I noticed, at the last minute, that WC made the pin without being the legal man, so I knew I needed to mention it, but wasn't sure where it should have gone, so I basically flung poo at the wall, and hoped it would stick. I also thought about having Riley mention the illegal pin post-match and, for some bizarrely inexplicable reason, decided against it.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Usually when I post a losing match, people tell me why they thought the other match was better, but they rarely seem to tell me what I think I'm doing wrong.

I'm glad to be of any help I can, WC. Whenever I've had CC duties I've kinda prided myself on helping out best I can. I think your biggest central problem right now goes back to something you said earlier in the thread...

 

If it's at all practical, I would prefer him portrayed as someone who can't take more than four or five good hits from anyone with a strength quotient higher than 5. Danny's running elbow would basically be finisher strength against WC, which is why I try not to have him get hit very often.

 

I love the Wildchild character, but I can see how this is a problem. The guy who can move faster than lightning and dish it out like none other but can't take much is a cool concept, but it's hard to execute. The biggest problem is that, when you write your matches, I think you limit yourself to it a little too much. I know you've said several times that a resthold/traditional wrestling character isn't something you're interested in, and I definitely don't think you should back down from that. You should write what you want to write, because you're never going to do well writing something you don't really care about. You know exactly how you want to write Wildchild, but it's tough for your opponents, because there's really a very limited set of things you can do with a character who can whip your ass but can't take it when you fire back. It's sorta like what Danny said before--a chinlock here and there might help, metaphorically speaking. Perhaps try incorporating a few more of the basics, even if they are high-flying basics: a springboard arm drag, some wild roll-ups out of the corner, a series of legsweeps or basic splashes. From my perspective as a marker, limiting yourself can hurt you--if the commentators don't really effectively put over WC's style and really play up the fact that "My god, if Wildchild gets hit with one of Danny's trademark elbows, he could be finished!", the duality of his damaging ability vs. his vulnerability doesn't come off as clearly as you want. If you play into traditional build a little more, it might be more natural to write that gameplan clearly. You can make a leg lariat (no clotheslines for the Wildchild!) or a body slam flashy as hell if you try.

 

What this reliance leaves is an opening for is your opponents to take a little license with your character and turn it into something that works better for the match as a whole. I think Danny and Dace's match is a good example of this--they stayed very true to your character's ability to string together wild highspots and insane levels of dropkickery (check their hot tag to WC sequence for some high quality spot madness), but they also allowed for a little more traditional wrestling, wherein their characters were able to take control with a power move but not annihilate Wildchild flat-out. It made for higher drama and a match that had more back and forth, more tension between the teams. If it's all full-throttle Wildchild and he either succeeds or fails based on one or two moves, it can come off as underwhelming unless you construct it really carefully.

 

I guess what I'm saying is that, by writing your own character to that extreme of moves-so-fast, but goes-down-in-just-a-few, you hinder your own ability to evolve as a writer. It's almost like you're in a frame and aren't allowing yourself to play with it and expand on your skills as much as you could be. I don't want to see Wildchild become a Mak Francis clone or a Danny Williams clone, but I think you might do yourself a favor to allow for some different situations in your matches. It'll make things more varied and make writing creatively easier for you, and will put you on the same level as opponents who, either through their lack of understanding or their conscious decisions, are able to make the extreme Wildchild template work better as just a variable on a traditional wrestling match.

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

But, what about a face/face match?

 

For the record, BTW, to be honest, my comments about Danny and how he would interact with WC in the ring have more to do with how I prefer my character to be portrayed. Basically, the kid can't take a punch: the reason he has a vitality of 5 is because he's fast as shit and has a lot of endurance. If it's at all practical, I would prefer him portrayed as someone who can't take more than four or five good hits from anyone with a strength quotient higher than 5. Danny's running elbow would basically be finisher strength against WC, which is why I try not to have him get hit very often.

 

I can probably work around this problem by working on transitions and trying to introduce restholds (which I hate personally, but such is life). I guess I'll experiment with it...

 

 

EDIT - at any rate, I'm heading back to my barracks; I'd be happy to continue this dialogue when I get back to my room in about 40 minutes.

I see what you mean, Wildchild is a small guy that you don't want to see absorb alot of big bombs. It's very refreshing actually, it's tough, but you can still find ways to work around it without having your guy dominate the entire match. There's plenty of nonthreatening moves you can use that most any wrestler has such as Vertical Suplexes, Belly to Back Suplexes, Scoop Slams, DDTs, or even a Back Breaker or something of that nature.

 

Than there's the wear down holds. They aren't meaningless rest holds if they are used properly. An example of a resthold is like Kurt Angle busting out a chinlock 15 minutes into the match becaues he's blown up and needs a rest. It's wear down if they are sold and used properly. It's tricky, but it's best to just keep it simple.

 

For say, someone can try a verical suplex on wildchild but he jumps out of it. wildchild runs into the ropes gets caught in a abdominal stretch. wildchild makes the ropes, but he's worn down from abdominal stretch, and his opponent drags him off and hits the verical suplex. See, it gives the abdominal stretch meaning while still allows you to save the bigger spots for later in the match. It also gives an opportunity to work in a "Wildchild!" chant to involve not only the imaginary crowd but the reader.

 

 

This isn't for you Wildchild: And on another note, I really don't understand all of the your just a puro elitist bullshit that keeps popping up from time to time. It's just wrestling in japanese for fuck's sake! And as of right now in the present there really isn't that big of a difference with what's going on here, as what's going on over there, so get over it.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

Hrmm... after reading Danny and Edwin's feedback, I have come to the conclusion that I know absolutely jack shit about psychology...

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

*Kills Danny with a vertical schmertical sheer drop jumping head bouncing suppex powerbomb moonsault piledriver combination of doom then clobbers guy with elbow of doom and he kicks out, goes to shake guys hand and makes him tap out to the Roman Knuckle Lock,,, OHMYGODZWROWRT^ @$~#(%"^! $@%(

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

I kip up DDT J.D., and hit him with a Jumping Flying Leaping Roaring Mr. Salty Tiger Bomb!

 

Joey Styles: OH MY GOD!

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Pffft.

 

 

*no sells*

[Secret Agent 0]

This isn't for you Wildchild: And on another note, I really don't understand all of the your just a puro elitist bullshit that keeps popping up from time to time. It's just wrestling in japanese for fuck's sake! And as of right now in the present there really isn't that big of a difference with what's going on here, as what's going on over there, so get over it.

 

Then why do all of you go on, and on, and on, and on, about it? All I am saying is everyone always seems to use a lot of puro for references, while all I have ever seen is WWF/E and some WCW, so that's where all my referancing comes from. No need to get mad about it as it wasn't even directed towards you, but somehow you seem to have taken offense.

 

And BTW: If Puro is so great, why can't I ever watch any of it in the United States? It's not even on Satelite. If it is really superior wrestling, I would LOVE to see it, and no, I can't DL it, it's too big for my 56k poboy connection.

[Guest Coffin Surfer]

This isn't for you Wildchild: And on another note, I really don't understand all of the your just a puro elitist bullshit that keeps popping up from time to time. It's just wrestling in japanese for fuck's sake! And as of right now in the present there really isn't that big of a difference with what's going on here, as what's going on over there, so get over it.

 

Then why do all of you go on, and on, and on, and on, about it? All I am saying is everyone always seems to use a lot of puro for references, while all I have ever seen is WWF/E and some WCW, so that's where all my referancing comes from. No need to get mad about it as it wasn't even directed towards you, but somehow you seem to have taken offense.

 

And BTW: If Puro is so great, why can't I ever watch any of it in the United States? It's not even on Satelite. If it is really superior wrestling, I would LOVE to see it, and no, I can't DL it, it's too big for my 56k poboy connection.

Go and on....eh.

 

The last time I can recall doing this, is maybe about the Thoth match......over a year ago maybe. I think I said something to the effect that I refuse to dumb down my matches for WWE fans.

 

It's kind of a weird bizzaro version of what you posted earlier. I am really ashamed about how I used to act, and I would rather just leave that nonsense where it belongs, in the past.

 

At any rate, I'm not looking to open old wounds, start a flamewar, or even bring the subject up again, but this puro subject has been popping up more and more frequently as of late, and it's not really making me mad, just very confused. I really don't understand why the puro card keeps coming into play.

 

Seeing as to how I'm a very big fan of All Japan, and my character is very much influenced by that, I do of course take notice when the subject comes up.

 

It's not even just me anymore, it seems that if anyone doesn't like a gimmick or a sports entertainment type situation, it's an automatic.....(gasp) HE MUST BE A PURO MARK!

 

Maybe I'm partially to blame for that, and people do have a right to think what they want, but I personally dislike seeing this mild form of stereotyping popping up from time to time, and I will speak out when I see it happening like I've always done.

 

If you do really want to see puro Secret Agent, I wouldn't suggest downloading anyway. Most of the good stuff isn't available, and the stuff that is really isn't apporpirate for beginngers.

 

You should go email Jeff Lynch(available in the new to puro folder or whatever they call it nowdays), and ask him to make you a custom tape with these matches:

 

Jumbo vs. Kobashi 5/91

Kroffat/Furnas vs. Kobashi/Kikuchi 5/92

Kawada vs. Kobashi 4/93

Misawa/Kobashi/Akiyama vs. Kawada/Taue/Ogawa 7/93

Lyger vs. Sasuke Jcup 94

Benoit vs. Black Tiger 11/96

Kong vs. Toyota 11/94

Yamada/Toyota vs. Kansai/Ozaki 11/25/92

 

Now that's a nice tape to introduce you to Heavies, Juniors, and Joshi. Sure it will cost money, but if your a wrestling fan, it's a good investment.

Edited May 21, 2003 by Coffin Surfer

[Guest Grand Slam]

Don't feel bad WC, I just recently saw my first bit of puro. Until then I was exclusively a WWF/E guy and even after seeing it (thanks to the Tom) I still prefer the American Wrestling I grew up watching.

 

Thus with no Puro background did I compete in the IGN/SWF and managed to win a couple of matches...

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Only match in Japan I've seen has been Owen Hart vs. Justin Liger