Smarkdown Losing Matches for 6/16

[Guest Ace309]

Well, after asking Danny and Dace to include a significant, though not match-altering, angle to build to the pay-per-view, Judge and I BOTH promptly forgot to include it.

 

Of course, I can't blame leaving Strangler out of our match for the loss. I haven't read through the whole thing, but on first glance Danny and Dace seem to have done their usual, excellent job. Strangler or not, they seem to have just plain done a better job than Judge and I. Kudos!

 

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The camera fades in on the sold-out First Union Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and the fans are going wild! Some are shown on the SmarkTron holding up signs like “He May Be A Strangler, But Flesher’s Gonna Choke.” The majority of the crowd is in one t-shirt or another, with the few scattered blue Magnificent Seven shirts and Justice & Rule hoodies standing out in a sea of black Unholy Trinity or Boston Strangler shirts. The crowd is, shall we say, a bit partisan.

 

As they wait for the next match to start, the restless crowd breaks into a chant. One side of the arena starts up a chant of “FLESHER SUCKS!” The other side promptly answers back, “MENTAL’S COCK!” The first section begins again…

 

“FLESHER SUCKS!”

 

And again, the opposite section shouts back…

 

“MENTAL’S COCK!”

 

“FLESHER SUCKS!” “MENTAL’S COCK!”

 

“FLESHER SUCKS!” “MENTAL’S COCK!”

 

“FLESHER SUCKS!” “MENTAL’S COCK!”

 

“FLESHER SUCKS!” “MENTAL’S COCK!”

 

The crowd continues chanting until the camera zooms in on the announcers, “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens and Bobby Riley. Their image appears on the SmarkTron, and immediately the crowd bursts into cheers, anticipating the next match.

 

“Mark, it’s time for the main event of this evening, and I have to say it’s going to be a hell of a match. It’s been a while since Tom Flesher and William Hearford worked together, so I’m going to be interested to see exactly how badly they can destroy these two members of the Unholy Trinity.”

 

“Well, to start off with, Bobby, it’s not the main event.”

 

Riley raises an eyebrow quizzically. “What do you mean it’s not the main event? What the hell would they put out to follow this up?”

 

Stevens shuffles through his papers and looks at the card. “Well, we’ve still got Wildchild, Jay Dawg and Beezel facing off in an elimination-style three-way match for the ICTV #1 contendership. That’s gonna be one mother of a brawl, especially since Beezel and Wildchild are stablemates in Catch-22!”

 

Riley pauses to think. After a moment, he asks, “Mark?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Do you think anyone paid to see that?”

 

“Absolutely! Wildchild and Beezel are two of the most acrobatic workers in the SWF today, and Jay Dawg’s just been destroying everyone as of late, even recording a clean win over the World Champion!”

 

“Odd. There’s just no ass in that match.”

 

Stevens sighs. “Well, coming up we’ve got a slobbernocker of a tag match, featuring the first time Dace Night and Danny Williams square off in tag team action against Tom Flesher. Dace and Danny, of course, are members of the Unholy Trinity, a stable that, with SJL World Champion Va’aiga, has as its sole motive the destruction of the Magnificent Seven.”

 

“You forget their other demands, Mark. For example, daily storytime and free brownies.”

 

“Well, that was unnecessary.”

 

“Come on, Mark, the Unholy Trinity is committed to the literacy of the great unwashed! They want all these kids to have the advantages they never could, like being able to read or find their asses with two hands!”

 

“That’s about enough of that, Bobby.”

 

“I know that and you know that, Mark. But what about the millions of children who can only read simple phrases like ‘My House’ or ‘It’s only a weedwhacker.’ Think of the CHILDREN, Mark!”

 

“Right now I’m thinking of sending this one to Funyon.”

 

Right on cue, everyone’s favorite artificially-flavored snack treat steps into the ring and announces, “The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”

 

The shot quickly switches to one of the backstage curtain, where smoke fills the stage, tinted red by a mishmash of red laser beams.

 

“LET FREEDOM RING WITH A SHOTGUN BLAST!”

 

A blast of pyro explodes from the rear of the stage on cue and shoots across the panoramic view of the First-Union Center. “Davidian” by Machinehead roars over the loud speakers to herald the arrival of the first team for the sub-main event, and the fans burst into cheers as they see Danny Williams and Dace Night on their way to the ring.

 

“Introducing first,” bellows the venerable ring announcer, “at a combined weight of 497 pounds, making their respective residences in Tampa Bay, Florida and Louisville, Kentucky, they are members of the Unholy Trinity… the SWF Hardcore Gamers Champion and the High Priest of Horrorcore, DAAAACE NIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!! And, SWF ICTV Champion ‘DEATHWISH’ DANNY WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIAAAAAMMMS!”

 

Danny leads the way to the ring, with Dace following, and each man climbs the stairs and wipes his feet before entering the ring. The red strobe lights fade out as Danny and Dace salute the fans before finally sliding out of the ring in deference to their opponents.

 

“And their opponents…”

 

Blue lights bathe the arena as the sounds of Queen’s “Princes of the Universe” ring out through Philadelphia.

 

“HEEEEEEEEEEEERE WE ARE!

 

 

BORN TO BE KINGS!

 

 

WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UUUUUUNIVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSE…”

 

The SmarkTron flashes the white words “MAGNIFICENT 7”, “UNPARALLELED GREATNESS”, and “TECHNICAL GENIUS” while the crowd begins to boo before anyone even steps through the curtain. The blue lighting suddenly turns blood red; the music turns darker, and Funyon continues.

 

“Weighing in tonight at a combined weight of 455 pounds, and hailing respectively from Royal Oak, Michigan, and Buffalo, New York… one-half of the SWF Tag Team Champions, the Judge, William HEARFORRRRRRRRRRRD! And his partner, the one and only SWF World Heavyweight Champion and arguably the best ever to set foot on an SWF mat...” The fans boo even louder at that… “The Superior One, TOM FLESHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

 

Hearford and Flesher step out, strutting to the ring looking purposeful. They climb the stairs and wipe their feet, but without any pomp and circumstance shake off their entrance attire and wait in the ring. Night and Williams re-enter, and referee Eddy Long calls for the bell.

 

 

DING DING DING!!!!!!

 

 

Dace Night and William Hearford step out of the ring, leaving Tom Flesher and Danny Williams to start the match. The two step to the center of the ring, staring each other down with cold steel gazes.

 

“And these two are going to cut right to the chase,” says Mark Stevens with a hint of excitement in his voice. “Danny Williams is still trying to earn another shot at Tom Flesher’s World Title, assuming Tom can even get past the Boston Strangler!”

 

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” replies Riley. “All he’s gotta do is put Strangler in a round room and tell him to go sit in the corner.”

 

Flesher and Williams lock up, and Williams immediately gets the upper hand. He forcefully walks forward, shoving Flesher backwards as if he had no balance at all. Flesher tries to stand his ground, but Williams runs him hard straight back into the corner! The fans applaud as Eddy Long backs Williams away, giving the Champion space to regain his footing and shake off the cobwebs. Tom steps out, motioning for another lockup. Danny accepts, but instead of locking up, he opts simply to grab his adversary by the arm and throw him to the mat with a hiptoss! Flesher lands hard on his back, letting out a yelp on impact, and then sits up to try to regain his senses. Danny Williams, however, has other ideas.

 

 

WHACK!

 

 

He winds up, then lets loose with a sickening toe kick to the middle of Flesher’s spine! Flesher cries out, reaching back to try in vain to ease the pain on his back. Danny patiently waits for Tom to calm back down, before…

 

 

WHACK!

 

 

“AUGH! DAMMIT!” screams Flesher as Williams once again punts him in the spinal column. The pain on Flesher’s face is obvious, and this time he starts to skitter away. As Flesher crawls away, Danny takes the opportunity to boot him once more, this time in the head! He grazes Flesher, rather than actually hitting him.

 

“That one was more for show than for impact,” says Mark Stevens. “Danny Williams takes the upper hand early on, and sends Tom Flesher scurrying to the sidelines.”

 

“Oh, come on, Mark, it’s all part of the strategy.”

 

Stevens rolls his eyes. “You’re telling me you’ve gone into the ring with a strategy that involved taking a severe beating for no apparent reason.”

 

“Yes, once.”

 

Flesher quickly makes it to his corner, with Danny hanging back in the center of the ring with a slightly satisfied look on his face, his expression seeming to say “I’ve got him on the run.” William Hearford, on the other hand, steps into the ring looking absolutely confident.

 

“Remember, Mark,” says Riley, “William Hearford and Ejiro Fasaki have yet to lose as a tag team, and they’ve knocked these two in the dirt before. It shouldn’t be an issue for Hearford to do it again, especially with the help of the Superior One.”

 

“Flesher and Hearford don’t work together in the ring very often,” replies Stevens, pausing a second before grudgingly adding, “Last week’s attack on the Boston Strangler notwithstanding. Danny Williams and Dace Night not only work well together, they’re practically brothers as far as their styles are concerned. Though Danny has a significant experience advantage, Dace Night is becoming more talented as the weeks go by – and he was phenomenal to begin with.”

 

William Hearford, not put off in the least, steps to the center of the ring and faces off with Danny. Danny steps forward to meet him in a lockup, but Hearford cuts him off with a knife-edge chop!

 

 

SMACK!!!! (WHOO!)

 

 

Williams staggers back, and the Judge steps in to try for a bodylock and suplex. Danny Williams, however, catches his balance and lunges forward, swinging his elbow at Hearford’s jaw as hard as he can!

 

 

CRACK!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Hearford stumbles after eating elbow, and Danny follows it up with a stiff kick to the stomach! The Judge doubles over, and Williams hangs back for a few seconds to measure up. As soon as Hearford stands up, Danny charges toward him, arm extended for a Western lariat! William Hearford sees it coming, though, and simply sprawls to the mat to avoid the strike! Danny runs a few more steps before he can get his footing, and Hearford takes the opportunity to pick his ankle. When the Judge stands up, he holds on to the ICTV Champion’s leg and quickly rolls to the side to take him to the mat!

 

“Dragon screw takedown!” says Bobby Riley. “William Hearford is showing off his superior wrestling skills, and we all know Danny can’t compete with him on the mat.”

 

Hearford slides out behind Williams, keeping the boot trapped and moving in for a half crab. Before he can turn around, though, Williams cocks his leg stiffly backwards and mule-kicks the Judge away! Hearford tries to grab Danny, but the ICTV Champion makes it to his corner and tags in Dace Night as the crowd cheers!

 

“Dace night, tagged in for the first time in the match, and now it gets interesting,” says Mark Stevens.

 

“It’s interesting any time Flesher’s in the match,” notes Riley. “Sometimes I wonder if you truly see him for as good as he is, or if you’re just biased because he’s smart enough not to get caught cheating.”

 

As Dace enters the ring, Judge cuts him off and nails him, too, with a knife-edge chop across the chest!

 

 

SMACK!!!! (WHOO!)

 

 

Dace swallows the chop, refusing to even react, and answers with a huge elbow smash! From the corner, Danny Williams applauds (while still making sure to hold the tag rope) as the crowd cheers!

 

“Dace Night, taking a leaf from Danny Williams’ book and just hammering William Hearford with an elbow smash!” says Mark Stevens, adding “I don’t know if Hearford even knows what hit him!”

 

“Of course he does, Stevens, and he’ll be back in control in a few seconds,” snaps Riley.

 

As Judge sees stars, Dace ducks down and shoots forward, hammering ‘Judge Mental’ with a double leg takedown! Judge hits the mat on his back, but like any good mat worker, he instinctively flips to his stomach to avoid being pinned. Dace reaches up, applying a hammerlock to keep the Judge on the mat. Hearford, however, spins to the side and keeps his grip. He comes out on top, a hammerlock of his own sunk deep into Dace’s back. He sits on Dace’s lower lumbar region, still controlling the armlock, and uses his position to scoot toward the corner!

 

As the fans boo, Bobby Riley says, “Mark, he’s actually riding Dace Night! This is just god damn beautiful, you know that?”

 

“I’m sure you’d like to be riding Dace too.”

 

“Well sure, if it meant sharing the Mag-7 locker room with Tom.”

 

Dace Night tries to keep from being scraped along the mat, but William Hearford makes it to the corner all the same. He reaches out, tagging in Tom Flesher.

 

“Odd choice of strategies,” says Stevens. “If I were the Judge, I would have tried to keep Dace on the mat as long as possible, working that hammerlock.”

 

“That’s a stupid thing to say,” replies Riley, “and you’re a stupid person for saying it.” As Tom Flesher climbs the ringpost, Riley continues, “It’s far too early in the match to get a submission, because even with the skills of the Magnificent Seven, Dace is too stupid and brutish to know when to give it up for his own good. You’re not going to get a submission early, so you might as well have some fun.”

 

With that, the World Champion leaps off the top rope, and Hearford quickly gets out of the way. With a smarmy grin, Flesher comes down hard on the middle of Dace Night’s back with a sickeningly stiff double stomp! The fans cringe in unison as Flesher steps off, dusting off his hands cockily. He rolls Dace to his back and nonchalantly covers for

 

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

 

 

but the High Priest of Horrorcore kicks out! As Mark Stevens notes the lackadaisical cover, Flesher grabs Dace by the head and guides him to the ringpost, slamming his face into the turnbuckle and then sitting him forcefully in the corner. Flesher plants his foot on Dace’s face, then scrapes it out toward the crowd! Dace brings his hands up, trying to cover his face from further abuse, but Tom simply pulls back and plants his Doc Marten boot on Dace’s face again! This time, though, the Hardcore Gamers Champion grabs Flesher’s leg! Tom, not sure what to do, hops backward on his free foot to create some space. Dace takes advantage, though, and stands up with the leg still in his hands. He shoves Flesher backwards, setting him completely off-balance and then absolutely rocking him with a double leg takedown! Flesher falls to the mat on his shoulders and nearly does a full backward roll from the impact! The fans cheer as Dace pulls back, waiting for the stunned Flesher to make his next move. Tom gets up, cloudy from the tackle, and Dace grabs on to his head and sprawls backwards into a grounded front facelock. Flesher clamps down on Dace’s left arm, trying to pass the elbow by and escape, but Dace simply tightens the lock and slams a knee into Flesher’s head to quiet him down. The crowd pops, and Dace, with a grin, knees Flesher once more in the head.

 

“Dace Night is just brutally hammering Flesher,” says Mark Stevens. “If he keeps this up, I can’t see Flesher lasting much longer.”

 

“Oh, he la-”

 

“Stop right there.”

 

Flesher scurries backwards, trying desperately to back out of the hold. Dace keeps following him, hitting him with stiff knee strikes, until Finally Flesher manages to hook one boot over the bottom rope! Referee Eddy Long forces Dace to break the hold, which the High Priest does dutifully. He backs away, and Tom pushes himself to his feet. He steps out toward the center of the ring, wobbles a bit, and then flops flat onto his face! The fans pop as a snickering Dace Night drops onto him for the cover!

 

 

ONE!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

NO! Flesher gets a shoulder up, and Dace shrugs as if to say “Can’t expect too much.” He grabs Tom and ushers him over to the Unholy Trinity corner. As William Hearford looks on, twiddling the tag rope nervously, Dace shoves Flesher into the corner and lands a forearm across his chest! The fans cheer Dace on as he clubs Flesher with another forearm, then tags in Danny Williams!

 

“And the leader of the Unholy Trinity comes in again to rock Tom Flesher once more,” says Stevens. “Flesher looks like his legs are made of jello. He hasn’t taken this kind of beating in a long time.”

 

Danny picks up where Dace left off, clubbing Flesher in the neck with a forearm. The crowd pops for each strike until eventually Danny backs away. Flesher looks up, his eyes hazy, and stands up straight for just a few seconds, until…

 

 

THWACK!

 

 

“DYNAMIC KICK!” shouts Stevens. “Danny Williams hits it, and this one’s over!”

 

Tom Flesher staggers out of the corner, walking a few steps before flopping (with flair!) straight onto his stomach. Danny drops down, hooks his leg and rolls him to his back for

 

 

ONE!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT! Dazed though he may be, Flesher kicks out of the cover. He grabs on to Danny’s left wrist and, seeming to act on instinct, starts to stand up. Danny steps back to let Flesher set up a move, knowing that he can easily hit a counter simply by staying alert. Flesher, desperate to slow the match down, gets all the way up to his feet and locks on an overhead wristlock. Danny simply shrugs off the wristlock and sweeps Flesher’s leg out from under him, then follows him to the mat with a jumping elbow drop! The crowd applauds politely as Danny moves toward the corner, still keeping a token grip on Flesher’s head. The Superior One stretches toward his own corner, blearily trying to make a tag… but with over half the ring between him and his corner, it’s hopeless.

 

“The Trinity’s doing a great job cutting the ring in half,” says Stevens as Danny tags out.

 

Dace enters the ring and, with a nod toward Danny, grabs Flesher by his wrist. He quickly throws the Metal Horns into the air, prompting a cheer from the thousands of fans who return the gesture, and then pulls Flesher up into a short-arm lariat… but Flesher ducks the clothesline! He keeps Dace’s wrist and turns around, crossing the High Priest’s arms and nailing a Straitjacket suplex! The crowd winces at the impact, but Flesher is too disoriented to make the tag! He stumbles toward his corner, still much too far to make the tag but inching closer and closer! Dace sits up, shaking off the impact, and leans toward his corner. With much less distance to cover, he falls toward Danny and makes the tag even as Flesher reaches out for William Hearford! The tension builds…

 

Flesher reaches for the tag…………..

 

 

 

 

 

And misses! Williams grabs him around the ankle and pulls him back towards the middle of the ring, much to the delight of the fans! The demented psychos... we mean the typical Philadelphia fans start a small “WE WANT HEAD DROPS! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE WANT HEAD DROPS! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*” as Danny grabs Flesher by the head and pulls him up to his feet.

 

“Christ, these fans are absolutely insane! How could anyone want to see Tom hurt like that?!” says a worried Riley as the chant begins to gain more and more people.

 

“Even I have to admit that Philly has some of the harshest fans out there…” notes Grand Slam while Danny delivers an elbow right to the face of the weary World Champion, staggering him backwards. Danny follows up with another elbow, and the vicious strikes keep coming vicious succession. Barely able to stand up under the barrage, Flesher stumbles about like he’s had one too many Screwdrivers to drink and Danny winds for the rolling elbow… but misses as Flesher chooses just the right time to falls down to the mat.

 

“Well, that was lucky,” says Mark as Danny raises an eyebrow a little bit for his only reaction.

 

“Luck? Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha HA. That was all skill! Watch as Tom shows us all that he’s just playing possum and knocks Danny on his ass,” says a confident Riley while Tom just lies on the ground. “… Hopefully.”

 

Danny goes to pick Flesher up again, but as he goes down to do so, he actually takes notice of the violent chant, now with the greater part of the arena doing it. He hesitates a moment, thinking something up quickly before giving an uncharacteristic smirk. It’s almost instantly wiped away, though, as he goes down and wraps his arms around Flesher’s waist in and begins to pull him off the canvas.

 

“It looks like Williams is taking requests,” he shouts as the chant turns into a monstrous cheer, “And he’s taking a play right out of Tom’s book!”

 

Indeed, Danny begins to lift the Superior One up for his own gutwrench piledriver, the Ego Buster!... but Tom’s ego (being the size of Pittsburgh) forces him to try that much harder to stop it from being crushed into the canvas! Before Danny can get him vertical the amateur master manages to wrap a hand around “Deathwish’s” ankle. The crowd cheers for Danny and the neck-snapping, skull-crushing redemption he wishes to bring onto the “Superior One” with his own move, but Tom knows the move better than Williams does, and he wraps his left arm around the knee of Danny. He braces his other hand against the ground and pushes up, getting his footing. Before Danny can release the waistlock Flesher grabs his head and pulls him to the ground in a small package!

 

“ONE!”

 

 

 

“TWO!”

 

 

 

“TH-“ And Danny kicks out hard!

 

“I wonder whose ego just got busted there,” says Bobbie with a smile, “Just goes to show that you never rip a move from Flesher’s book or you’ll get burned.”

 

“I’ll give him credit on getting the best of Danny once, but he’s still in a mess of trouble. He’s gotta get out of there before Danny or Dace can get off one of their potent power moves.”

 

In the ring Danny rolls back up to his feet while Flesher lies on the ground for a moment, getting his breath as he mutters a quiet “Damn…” at not being able to catch Danny off guard. He doesn’t resist much as Danny pulls him up off the ground again by the arm, twisting it into a wristlock before he drags him over to Dace for a quick tag.

 

“D&D have been really impressing me in this match,” says Mark with a slight tint of admiration as Dace puts an elbow into Tom’s shoulder before Danny hands him off, “They’ve been doing exactly what you should in a tag match: Isolate a man, make use of your numbers, and making sure to make quick tags. This team has really become a threat in a relatively short amount of time.”

 

“Pfft. They are cheating, I just know it!” says Riley, trying to think up an explanation for the terrific tag team duo, “They must be using some potion of +4 Elbows or something!”

 

“… I think that’s taking the name ‘D&D’ a tad too seriously, Bobbie.”

 

Dace picks up right where Danny left off, nailing Flesher with opening flurry of elbows that staggers Tom back towards the ropes. He makes a desperate reach towards his corner, but his hand barely misses Hearford’s as Dace cuts him off and thrusts him into the corner with another hard strike. With Tom trapped, Dace fires away with a brutal array of elbow strikes to the body and head, causing Tom to slump and nearly fall out of the corner. Night pulls him back up into position, and with Tom looking haggard the young man decides to back away and get some running distance.

 

“Oh no oh no oh no oh no…” repeats Bobbie over and over as Dace cocks his elbow back, and suddenly begins running full speed at Tom!

 

The crowd begins to rise in volume as Dace approaches, prepared to take the World Champion’s head right off with the finishing strike of his nearby mentor, but it crumbles away as Flesher uses his last bit of energy left to dive out of the way! Dace hits the post right in his chest, and staggers back stunned as Flesher desperately scrambles towards the corner and reaches out to Hearford…

 

 

*SLAP*

 

 

 

And makes the tag! The crowd boos as Hearford comes in like a Los Angeles cop chasing a minority suspect and Dace turns right around into the police brutality as he is clocked with a massive lariat! Justice turns around and waits for the surprised youngster to rise up again, only to smash him down with another lariat, this time following up with a vicious flurry of boot-heels.

 

“And the fresh Judge Mental looks like he has a lot of anger to deal out on Dace.” observes Grand Slam as Hearford continues to lay boots into Night’s head.

 

“Serves him right. One does not beat up Tom Flesher and get away with it!”

 

Hearford pulls up Night, still reeling a little from the ferocity of the Judge’s entrance, and quickly grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the heel corner. Dace hits back first, and starts stumbling back out, but Hearford follows up with a stiff knife-edged chop to the chest! He falls backwards, and Justice begins taking shots at him.

 

CHOP!

 

“WHOO!”

 

CHOP!

 

“WHOO!”

 

CHOP!

 

“WHOO!”

 

CHOP!

 

“WHOO!”

 

CH- And before it connects, Dace slumps a little lower on the turnbuckle, which sparks the Judge to put his boot in the face of the rookie. The crowd boos at the obvious disrespectful move as Eddy Long starts a count for the Judge to break it up. But Justice doesn’t stop at the 5-count, which forces the frustrated Eddy Long to push the angry old man away. Of course, while Tom may be tired he isn’t out enough for him to pass up an opportunity at revenge. Taking the tag rope, he wraps it around neck of Dace and pulls, choking him out! He puts his foot against the post to get more power behind it, and Dace hacks and tries to pull the makeshift garrote wire away from his throat while the Judge distracts Long for a moment longer.

 

“And the Magnificent 7 turn the tide the only way they know how,” sighs Mark as Tom releases the choking before Eddy can see their handy-work.

 

“By playing smart! Just as you said, using your numbers to your advantage and keeping the man isolated is just what a good tag team does!”

 

“Yes, but you are supposed to do it legally!”

 

“I didn’t see anything illegal there, and I’ll bet Eddy Long didn’t either.”

 

“Of course, he was distracted by Hearford-”

 

“Which means jack crap! If the ref doesn’t see it, it’s legal, boyo, and the Magnificent 7 are smart enough to use that to their advantage.”

 

Hearford pulls up the gasping rookie and quickly gives him a knee to the stomach. The young man doubles over involuntarily, and the old man cinches a front facelock before quickly falling backwards, driving the top of his cranium into the canvas with a devastating crack! The young man holds his hands over his head after impact, but Hearford quickly puts him on his back and hooks his leg for a pin!

 

“ONE!”

 

 

 

”TWO!”

 

 

 

”T-“ And Dace kicks out, much to the exasperation of the crowd. Hearford looks at Long for a moment, but then shrugs and flips Dace over.

 

“This is getting real bad real fast for the Unholy Trinity,” remarks Grand Slam as the Judge steps over Night’s body and puts his hands around Dace’s chin with a Camel Clutch! He can’t quite get arms far back enough to lock them in, and the High Priest of Horrorcore struggles against the power of Justice.

 

“LET’S GO DA-ACE! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* LET’S GO DA-ACE! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*”

 

The crowd starts up an inspirational chant to try and get Dace to break out, and Riley spits out his disgust.

 

“Hmph. You know, for a crazy, demented crowd, you think they could think up a better chant than-“

 

Suddenly the other side of the arena starts up a complementary one: “KICK HIS A-ASS! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*”

 

“LET’S GO DA-ACE!*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*”

 

“KICK HIS A-ASS! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*”

 

“LET’S GO DA-ACE! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*”

 

“KICK HIS A-ASS! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*”

 

Riley crosses his arms and Grand Slam smirks. “It looks like your prayers have been answered, Bobbie.”

 

His blood moving and his gut checked, Night begins to slowly move closer towards the nearby ropes, and not even the strength of the Judge can stop him as the rookie powers himself towards his freedom.

 

“Look at that willpower! Dace got hammered in a short amount of time and it’s amazing that someone with his young age doing this!”

 

“It’s not like he’s all that young. He’s been in the business for eight years. Calling him a rookie would be-“ and suddenly Riley shuts himself up, causing Mark to look over at him with a raised eyebrow.

 

“Wait a second… Did you just put Dace ov-“

 

“NO I DIDN’T! NO I DIDN’T! STOP PROPIGATING YOUR LIES!”

 

At that outburst, Grand Slam just shakes his head and goes back to the action, where Dace is only a few inches away from the ropes. The crowd just egging him on, the High Priest of Horrorcore stretches his hands out, trying to get that extra inch…

 

*CRACK*

 

And Dace gets a face full of foot as Tom uses the ropes to swing a dropkick into his face! Tom is left hanging onto the top rope while Eddy Long begins having an aneurysm at the backhanded tactic. He pushes Tom out of the ring and then yells for Justice to break the hold.

 

“ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!”

 

“See? Even the crowd disagrees with Long’s decision here.” says Bobbie, pointing to the mass of chanting people in the stands.

 

“Actually, I think those are for Flesher’s dirty cheapshot on Dace.”

 

“Yeah, I must have had a brain lapse and thought that Philly fans were intelligent. But a cheapshot, Grand Slam? The hold was gonna get broken up anyways, so why not do it on your own terms?”

 

With Dace left clutching his face from the big kick, Hearford prepares to pick him up, but instead he is called to by Tom, who actually wants to come back in. He extends his hand, and Hearford accepts, and the Superior One enters the ring to some incredible heat. Raising his arms and calling for some more noise, Flesher casually pulls up the dazed and confused Dace Night. Just as Dace gets his vertical base, Dace gets nailed right in the chin with a hard shotei from the World Champ. The rookie stumbles back, but Flesher keeps advancing, throwing shotei after shotei at the young man’s head. He spins around, preparing for the haymaker… but Dace catches it with his hand and quickly whips Tom at the ropes! The World Champion goes towards the ropes while Dace begins to get a running start at the other side… but Tom falls down holding his knee! Long begins to go towards the down champion while Dace stops running near the ropes, looking back at the injured Flesher.

 

“Oh no!” cries Bobbie Riley, “He’s injured! Why, God, why?! Take me instead!”

 

“As much as I wish he would, this is a real tragedy for the SWF. Tom’s our World Ch-“

 

And just as Dace turns around Justice spins him right back towards the ropes before leaping backwards, snapping Dace’s neck and head with a Guillotine Neckbreaker! The crowd boos as Flesher sees the Judge’s handy-work, giving a small smirk before getting up and slowly begins to “limp” up to his feet.

 

“What courage! Tom is going on despite the injury!”

 

“He’s just faking it!” says Grand Slam, actually amazed at the actions of the Magnificent 7, “He was trying to gain time, and Hearford capitalized on it! Even I can’t believe they are THAT low.”

 

With that done, Tom plays a great acting job of “limping” across the ring to make the tag, playing it up while a hurt Dace begins to move towards his corner. Flesher “strains” to tag Hearford, who quickly rushes out and pulls him back towards the center of the ring. He brings up Dace by his arm and gives him a punch before whipping him at the ropes. Bringing his arm up, Hearford gets ready as Dace bounces off and nears him, throwing a killer lariat…

 

 

 

… that misses! The crowd goes wild as Dace ducks under it and hits the other side, and as the Judge turns around-

 

 

CA-RACK!

 

“RUNNING ELLLLLLLLLLLLBOWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

 

Hearford drops like a rock clutching his face while Dace falls to the ground, both in the middle of the ring! The young wrestler shakes his head, trying to shake out the cobwebs before he slowly begins moving towards Danny. Hearford, on the other hand, just kicks his legs in the air, obviously in tons of pain. The old man finally uses all the pain to his advantage, putting his feet towards the ground and quickly propelling himself towards Tom. He gets his hand out for Flesher to tag, and Tom goes rushing towards the down Dace while the Judge tries to raise himself up with help from the ropes.

 

“Dace is almost there!”

 

“No he’s not! He won’t make if Flesher catches him!”

 

Dace reaches out… his fingers almost there….

 

 

Danny stretches out as far as the tag rope will let him…

 

 

Flesher begins going across the ring, not even bothering to sell his “injury”…

 

 

SLAP!

 

And Danny somehow gets an extra inch to slap Dace’s hand! The crowd goes wild as Danny rushes into the ring, pushing Flesher to the ground with a hard shoulder block! He begins to wait for him to get up, but a dazed and desperate Hearford tries to throw a clothesline at Williams… and the ICTV Champ ducks it! He easily steps under it and bounces off the ropes, and Hearford turns right into ANOTHER RUNNING ELBOW!

 

“Christ, is Hearford’s head a magnet for those fricken’ things?!” exclaims a less-than-overjoyed Bobbie as Danny turns his attention back to a rising Flesher…

 

 

 

… but is blocked from doing anything by EDDY LONG! The crowd goes insane as the ref explains to a furious Danny how Williams let go of the tag rope too early! The crowd goes into a riot, and Flesher quickly takes advantage of the situation. He pulls up Dace Night, who doesn’t know about the problem with the tag, and quickly pulls the man into the ring. Not expecting to be attacked, Dace is too surprised to counter Tom as he puts his head underneath Night’s arm and yanks the other through his legs! Tom suplexes him right onto his head with a wrist-clutch Exploder! He quickly covers as Eddy finally pushes Danny out of the ring, then slides in for a count!

 

“ONE!”

 

Danny steps in…

 

 

“TWO!”

 

 

He rushes towards the World Champ, diving in with his elbow…

 

 

“THREE!”

 

And hits him a second too late!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

“The winners of the match… TOM FLESHER AND WILLIAM HEARFORD, the MAGNIFICENT SEEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEEN!”

 

“Logical Disconnect!” cries Riley with glee as Flesher rolls out of the ring, pulling Hearford out with him as Danny almost explodes on Long, yelling every cuss word he knows at the tag call.

 

“I’m not sure which was the logical disconnect, Flesher’s move, or Long’s decision,” dryly responds Grand Slam, obviously not pleased with the result, “But stay tuned, as we have an ICTV Contendership match coming up next!”

 

*FADE TO BLACK*

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

The camera fades in on a marquee proclaiming, “SWF Smarkdown-SOLD OUT!”

 

“There’s not a seat to be had here in the First Union Center tonight!” Mark Stevens hypes by taking his cue from the sign.

 

“Perfect time to shout ‘FIRE!’” Bobby Riley gleefully plots.

 

“And we’ve certainly been on fire with action tonight.” Mark beams a smile to the folks at home.

 

“Oh, nice segue.” Riley gives a pitiful clap.

 

Mark gives his colleague an annoyed glance before rushing headlong into previewing the next match. “That action is only going to get hotter with our next contest. Frost takes on former stablemate Ejiro Fasaki in preparation for what promises to be an epic tag team encounter at 13th Hour.”

 

Riley puts up a hand to block his mouth from Mark’s sight and then whispers to the home viewers, “It’s going to be a squash for the champs.” Mark smacks Bobby’s hand down and glares at him.

 

Mark sighs and continues. “Longdogger Pete was promised a tag title shot for himself and Frost if he could help the Velvet Hammer regain his eye of the tiger after a series of strange incidents brought on by deep depression due to losing a title match against Tom Flesher at Battleground.”

 

“The cherry on top of those incidents being not showing up for a match with Ejiro Fasaki, but I think he was just scared of superior talent.” Riley snickers at the pun referring to the Mag 7 stable leader.

 

“Regardless, Frost gets a chance to redeem himself tonight and set the stage for that tag title shot this Sunday.” Mark looks ready to throw it to Funyon, but Riley holds up a ‘not so fast’ hand gesture.

 

“The only reason they’re cashing in that title shot at 13th Hour is because Justice and Rule came out and attacked Dace Night in the match on Lockdown to determine the number one contenders to the belts. Judge and Ejiro WANT to face Frost and Pete, because LDP is a broken down has been and they want to rub they’re tag superiority in the face of the man who has held half of those belts longer than anyone else in SWF history, Frost.”

 

“Of course, if Justice and Rule lose they only help seal Frost as one of the greatest tag wrestlers of all time next to Chris Raynor and secure his spot in the history books.” Mark looks happy to see the smug look on Riley’s face disappear. The shot cuts to Funyon.

 

“The next match this evening is scheduled for one fall and will be held under standard SWF singles rules. Introducing first…” Funyon is cutoff by “Biohazard” blaring through the speakers and the chorus of boos from the crowd accompanying it. Ejiro Fasaki emerges from the backstage curtain and flies down the ramp as Funyon continues.

 

“Hailing from Sarasota, Florida at a weight of 188 pounds. He is one half of the SWF tag team champions and represents the Magnificent 7, EJ…IROOOOOO FA…SAAAAKIIII!”

 

The sound of the man’s name only drives the jeers louder. He leaps to the apron and springs to the second rope in one swift motion. He points to the title belt around his waist and then holds his arms up over his head in a victory pose to signal a burst of pyro from the turnbuckles. Fasaki flips over the ropes as his fireworks fizzle out. Fasaki roughly jerks the microphone out of Funyon’s hand.

 

The announcer looks miffed, but Fasaki laughs at him before speaking to the crowd. “Ok, let me get the requisite crap out of the way, Philadelphia sucks and you know you suck!” The jeering starts up anew and a couple bits of trash flies Ejiro’s way. He looks pleased at having stirred the fans up so easily. “I don’t talk often, because I let my work in this ring do the talking for me, but I might not have that luxury tonight if my opponent doesn’t show up. Frost was too scared to face me on Storm a month ago. He’s never beaten me in a straight up tag match, a straight up singles match and I cleaned his clock in the six-man tag two weeks ago. I own Frost, but I’d return his ass if I could find the receipt! He’s nothing, but…”

 

The piercing guitar of Black Sabbath’s “Snowblind” cuts off Fasaki. Ejiro looks pissed and Funyon takes this moment to snatch his microphone back. Silver fireworks explode from the ceiling and a blue spotlight shines on the entrance stage. Fake snow flutters down from above and the fans are relieved at the sight of the Velvet Hammer strolling out from the back with a snarl on his lips and a cigar in his teeth.

 

“And his opponent,” Funyon booms “from Reykjavik, Iceland at a weight of 296 pounds. He is the Velvet Hammer…FRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSST!”

 

Stevens: “While what Fasaki said might be technically true, Ejiro overlooks the fact that Frost defeated him in a tables match and as part of a six man tag with the now departed duo of Déjà Vu.”

 

Riley: “Like those should count.”

 

Frost points at Ejiro as he stalks down the ramp. Fasaki jaws at Frost as he unhooks the title belt from around his middle and hands it off to referee Sexton Hardcastle.

 

Riley: “The truth of the matter is that Frost can’t even get by one of the junior members of the Magnificent 7, how does he think he can ever take the title belt off of the group’s leader.”

 

Stevens: “Flesher will have his hands more than full with the Boston Strangler at 13th Hour, but if he can squeak by him, rest assured that Frost will be in the wings for another title shot.”

 

Frost hits the ringside area. Ejiro takes off into the ropes to gain some speed as he rockets across the ring. The fans hold their breaths; unable to shout warning as Fasaki nears the opposite strands and launches himself toward the floor! Frost looks up with wide eyes and puts his arms out to catch the flying man. While 188 pounds is little for Frost to corral most times, Ejiro has just enough surprise and momentum on his side to hit the Iceman with a solid thump in the chest! Both men topple over with Frost’s still smoldering cigar flying out of his mouth!

 

Stevens: “WHAT A MANUEVER! Ejiro body presses out to the floor and on top of Frost before this contest is even underway!”

 

Ejiro scrambles to his feet, lucky that Frost broke his fall, and pulls the big man up by his shoulders. Fasaki flings Frost into the guardrail and follows with a series of elbow strikes to the back to drive the harsh metal into the ribs from the front.

 

Stevens: “Fasaki is smartly going after those ribs that were a target of Dace Night and Danny Williams last week on Lockdown.”

 

Riley: “Ejiro Fasaki is one of the most studied fighters in the SWF today. He comes in with a strict game plan and a knowledge of where the weaknesses are. I used to know an Icelandic hoss the same way, but his brain has been steadily eroded by his love for buttered bacon.”

 

Stevens: “Realizing that he can do nothing until the match officially starts, referee Sexton Hardcastle calls for the bell and hits the floor to talk some sense into Ejiro.”

 

DING DING DING

 

Sexton yells at Ejiro, red faced, to take it into the ring. Fasaki pulls Frost off of the railing and chucks him haphazardly into the apron. Frost takes the ring edge in the back and slumps, holding a hand to his burning torso. Ejiro and Hardcastle jaw at each other for a second before the tag champ blows past the ref to pursue Frost.

 

Riley: “He’s got perfect sense to me. Fasaki can do whatever he wants until the bell. With a guy like Frost, Ejiro needs to make up for the size difference any way he can. It’s Hardcastle who’s in the wrong for starting the match before both men were in the ring.”

 

Stevens: “That is always the referee’s discretion. Hardcastle was hoping he could coax Fasaki into the ring, but Ejiro is single mindedly taking it to Frost on the outside.”

 

Ejiro grabs the stunned Frost with a wristlock and leads him down the outside area. Fasaki looks behind him to see the ring steps and shoots Frost out with an Irish whip for them. Frost reverses the whip out of instinct and sends Fasaki for the ride! The fans roar at the sight of Ejiro clocking the steps knees first! The impact to the legs causes him to flip head over heels into the air and slam back first to the steps with a hollow clang!

 

Stevens: “A miscalculation on Ejiro’s part as he is now sprawled out on the those ring steps. Easy prey for the Velvet Hammer!”

 

Frost stumbles to where Fasaki lies, still gaining his bearings. Frost brings his arm up and cocks the elbow as he swings out his left leg and angles to smack Ejiro in the chest. Fasaki’s eyes flutter open to the see the behemoth dropping on him and he rolls off the steps to land on all fours on the floor mats. Frost slams the top of the stairs elbow first with an echoing clank and the fans ‘ooo’ in sympathy.

 

Riley: “Looks like a miscalculation on Frost’s part, now who’s the easy prey.”

 

Fasaki scrambles to his feet to face the grimacing Frost. Ejiro retakes his wristlock on the now bad arm and jerks down twice with an arm wringer. Frost blocks out the pain in his elbow and smashes a right jab into Fasaki’s kisser! He releases the hold and stumbles back.

 

Stevens: “Fasaki got a little too confident after that missed elbow drop to the steps and Frost sucker punched him for his arrogance.”

 

Riley: “Sucker punched! Let’s get that right, Frost is a sucker who blindsided a man trying to wrestle a legitimate match.”

 

Hardcastle keeps yelling at the combatants to take it into the squared circle. Frost hears the man’s pleas and wraps his fingers around Ejiro’s shoulder length hair. He jerks Fasaki around and shovels him under the bottom rope. Ejiro trips to his feet heading for the far ropes as Frost and Sexton slide in after him.

 

Stevens: “It looks like this match can now proceed properly…LOOK OUT!”

 

The audience holds their breaths again as Fasaki leaves his feet looking for a second surprise body press. However, a little more prepared this time and Ejiro not getting the type of power the dive to the outside provided, Frost catches Fasaki across his chest in mid-flight! He holds him for a scant instant before arching backwards and rolling Fasaki off his chest and hurling into the ropes! Fasaki bounces between the strands and splats the mat in a heap. Frost quickly gets to his feet, but is clearly favoring that left elbow as he falls into the far ropes, gripped with pain.

 

Stevens: “Barrel Roll slam from the big man to counter the body press on this go around.”

 

Riley: “But he’s favoring that arm. He shouldn’t have went for a move that required such arm strength to throw a guy so soon after he bashed it against the steel steps.”

 

Ejiro reaches up to grab the top rope and untangles himself from the strands by climbing up them like the rungs of a ladder. He stands on the second cord and looks over his shoulder at Frost rubbing his sore elbow and oblivious to Fasaki’s quick recovery. The fans scream for Frost to turn around, but Fasaki bends into the ropes once for added power and flips off! He turns to crash belly to back into Frost and the big man awkwardly tumbles to the mat! Ejiro swiftly swings his body around to place the injured left arm between his legs and bars the elbow with both hands. Fasaki torques the elbow while leaning back to wrench the shoulder at the same time.

 

Stevens: “That lionsault might have been sloppy, but it was effective in getting Frost down and in position for the Fujiwara armbar.”

 

Riley: “A perfect move to capitalize on the bad arm and make it worse. The Fujiawa…uh…rawa…jufuma…uh…Whammy Bar works that whole arm and evenly distributes the pain.”

 

Frost grunts in pain as Ejiro leans back on the arm and squeezes it tight. However, Fasaki leans too far back and Frost is able to twist his free arm around and snag the ends of Ejiro’s dangling hair. Frost jerks it hard and Fasaki yelps from the unexpected agony. His hold on the arm slips and Frost is able to wrap his left arm around Ejiro’s right leg while he readjusts his other arm across the throat. Frost works his legs under him and slowly makes his feet with Fasaki wiggling for freedom on his back. Frost stands upright for a second before kicking off the mat to his right and plowing the crown of Ejiro’s head into the mat with a sick thump! His body shoots into the air ramrod straight and then falls over flat, face down. Frost trips to the lower left corner and falls down to his rear, cradling his left arm across his body and breathing hard.

 

Stevens: “What power and perseverance from Frost as he counters the Fujiwara armbar into an inverted Death Valley Driver.”

 

Riley: “This gives Frost a chance to rest, but I think that Fumi…fuji…wharhar…er… Payne Killer did its job.”

 

The crowd cheers Frost to press his advantage and the big man makes his feet in the corner. He shakes his arm out to get some feeling into it and keeps rubbing it as he walks over to Fasaki. Ejiro pushes himself up by his hands, glassy eyed, and Frost bends down to yanks him to his feet by his hair. Frost shoves the grappler in a front facelock while grabbing a handful of tights and shoving his head under the other armpit. Frost hoists Ejiro off his feet horizontal with the ring and bounces him gut first over the top rope. Frost rides the ricochet up and over to slam Fasaki back first to the canvas. Frost takes a moment to fight down the pain in his arm and rolls over on top of Fasaki.

 

Stevens: “Slingshot suplex! The cover!”

 

ONE

 

 

 

 

TWO

 

 

 

 

TH-

 

Ejiro kicks out and thrusts his shoulder up for the break.

 

Riley: “Not going directly for the pin cost him. Although the slingshot suplex was a good high impact move for Frost there as he uses the spring of the ropes to do all the heavy lifting and not that bad arm.”

 

Stevens: “Did you just compliment Frost on his ring work.”

 

Riley: “Uh…I THINK SOMEONE DRUGGED MY COFFEE!”

 

Frost pulls Ejiro up with him by the hair as he stands and throws his right arm over his throat with the man’s body bent over backwards. Frost sway slightly to the left before swinging all the way to the right and spinning Ejiro around his body and over to strike the back of his neck full force into the canvas! Ejiro skips across the mat like a stone and comes to a stop near the ropes. The fans roar as Frost drops to his knees over the man.

 

Stevens: “The Rock ‘n Roll the Dice! This could be it!”

 

ONE

 

 

 

 

TWO

 

 

 

 

THR-

 

Hardcastle taps Frost on the shoulder as she spies the foot on the ropes.

 

Riley: “Good presence of mind by Ejiro to know where the ropes were. He’s taking everything Frost is dishing out and that’s going to frustrate the big lug.”

 

Frost pulls Ejiro up as he stands by the sides of his head and jams him between his legs in a standing head scissors. A wave of screams rifle through the audience as they sense the Early Winter on its way. Frost raises his right arm in the air, fist clenched, to acknowledge the correct guess of the fans and Ejiro takes the moment to drop to the mat and out of the head scissors. He pulls his head out from between Frost’s legs and, with little else presented to him, hammers two short punches into the left knee. Frost leans over slightly from the shots and Fasaki skip straight off the mat with his feet kicked out and grabs Frost around the head. He throws all of his weight back to get Frost down and over with a makeshift DDT!

 

Stevens: “Good bit of chain wrestling there by Ejiro to avoid the Early Winter. He took what presented itself and now both men are down and out on the mat.”

 

Hardcastle looks at both men, breathing hard and covered with sweat. He holds his hands over his head and starts to count the duo down. Fasaki rolls over to his knees and struggles up while Frost lies unmoving. He hits a vertical base as Sexton hits five. The ref claps and points at Fasaki to signal him up. He trips over to Frost and drops down with both knees to the exposed bad elbow. That blast of pain wakes Frost up and he flips over to his back with his face a mask of pain and cradling the swelling left elbow. Fasaki stands and dives down to nail both knees into the bad arm once more. This time he stretches out on his back and locks his ankles over the shoulder in a scissors lock. Ejiro takes the hand in a wristlock and pulls on it to lift the arm off the canvas and hyperextend the elbow over his body.

 

Riley: “A cross arm breaker by Ejiro. A much better move than the Fu…that other arm hold he had on earlier, mostly because I can pronounce what this is.”

 

Stevens: “You know the Japanese call that a Jujigatame.”

 

Riley: “And they call raw fish sushi, doesn’t make it any better.”

 

Stevens: “Either way, Ejiro Fasaki continues to expertly work on that bad elbow.”

 

Ejiro arches his back and yanks up on the arm to wrench that elbow to the utmost. Frost wails in anguish and stretches out his right arm toward the near ropes. His fingers wiggle a few inches away and Fasaki jerks back on the arm to paralyze Frost with blinding pain. Hardcastle rests on one knee above Frost and asks if he wants to submit. Frost shakes his head and screams a tortured “no.” Ejiro throws himself hard into the mat three times in succession to up the pressure on the arm and Frost howls like a banshee in the night.

 

Stevens: “Frost powered out of the Fujiwara, let’s see if he can do the same here.”

 

Riley: “But that was only because Ejiro was positioned so Frost could get a hand on him. He’s in a completely opposite direction now. Fasaki learns as he goes in a match and alters accordingly.”

 

Frost slaps the mat with his free arm in an attempt to rally himself. The fans pick it up and beginning stomping and chanting “FROST! FROST! FROST!” Ejiro yells at them to shut up and slams back on the arm once more. However, Frost feels the adrenaline pumping through him for a second wind and he uses his famous resilience to block out the pain of the tearing tissue in is arm. Frost pushes himself off the mat with his good arm and rolls into Ejiro. Distracted by the fans, the hard muscle of Frost’s shoulder breaks the scissors lock with the legs and allows Frost to glide up Ejiro’s body. Frost hits his knees and pushes straight up without any hesitation or thought to what this display of power might do to his arm. Fasaki holds onto his slipping wristlock for dear lift as he is hoisted off the canvas. He works up to snag an armbar for better support and hopes to get Frost down with increased pressure to the elbow. Frost puts his right arm on Ejiro’s back to steady him and then swings his huge body over in an arc, Fasaki’s body the weight at the bottom of the pendulum that is his arm. The motion causes the tag champ to lose his grip and he is slammed to the mat with ring shaking results!

 

Stevens: “WOW! What a counter by the Velvet Hammer! I don’t even know what to call that.”

 

Riley: “I’m sure the Japanese have a name for it.”

 

Frost sinks to his and knees and lays over the stunned Fasaki with a lateral press.

 

ONE

 

 

 

 

TWO

 

 

 

 

THR-

 

Ejiro kicks his legs and shoots up his right arm for the break.

 

Stevens: “I think Frost was looking for the fluke win there, as he probably did even more damage to that arm in forcing the end of the cross arm breaker the way he did.”

 

Frost leans up to his knees, but Fasaki slyly slides out from under the big man and to his feet. Frost struggles to stand and Ejiro helps him up by grabbing a wristlock. He jerks on it for an arm wringer and then twists it high overhead, stepping under and through, to keep working the bruising and swelling elbow.

 

Riley: “The beauty here is in how many different ways Ejiro is working that arm. He’s bending that elbow in every direction possible with every move he can think of and that’s torquing it a lot more than just sticking to one base arm hold. I’m sure Tom Flesher is shedding a tear of pride in the back.”

 

Stevens: “If he’s even watching this match. Remember that he and Judge Hearford are up next to take on Dace Night and Danny Williams.”

 

Ejiro steps into Frost and takes one hand off the wristlock to drive two pointy elbows into the side of the arm. Frost cringes and fights down a yell as Fasaki moves back to the wristlock.

 

Riley: “Hey, any team that Frost and LDP can beat is not a match to lose sleep over. I’m surprised Dace and Danny had the nerve to show their faces tonight after that humiliation.”

 

Ejiro whips Frost into the far ropes out of the wristlock. Frost turns to the take the strands in the back and rushes toward Fasaki who is standing off to the side. As Frost reaches him, Ejiro gets his arm hooked and looks to flip him for a hip toss. Frost pulls up on the arm to block, but Fasaki slaps the side of his head into the bad arm to shock Frost with pain and he finishes the hip toss. Frost plops to his rear and sits dizzy. Ejiro backs into the ropes for some extra oomph. He kicks off the mat with a flip as he gets right behind Frost and grabs his head with both hands as he flies overhead. He jerks the head forward and releases as he crashes down. Frost’s body is jerked back and he falls over from the whiplash.

 

Stevens: “A Curt Hennig-esque neck snap from Ejiro Fasaki, but I think he needs to keep on that arm to garner the win.”

 

Riley: “He’s just deviating to regain the advantage, Fasaki knows how to win this.”

 

Ejiro rolls through to his feet and hits the ropes running. He bursts off and takes flight, tucking his knees underneath him. Frost rolls to his right and barely squeaks his elbow out of harm’s way! The fans’ pop is short lived, as Fasaki jumps to his feet without missing a beat. Frost puts his left arm on the nearby second rope, but Ejiro sprints over and delivers a punt directly to the floating joint! Frost yelps and stumbles away nursing the arm.

 

Stevens: “Frost managed to avoid the diving knees from earlier, but Ejiro looked ready for such a scenario. Now it appears that he’s setting Frost up for a single arm DDT.”

 

Ejiro comes up behind Frost and rips the bad arm away from his care. He bars it in front of Frost’s body and reaches over with his other arm to snag the opposite appendage. Fasaki falls forward to drive Frost’s shoulder into the canvas! He yells and sinks flat on his face. Fasaki pulls the arm out straight and applies a wristlock while scissoring the bicep. He squeezes his legs and pulls up on the wrist in an attempt to snap the arm in half at the elbow.

 

Stevens: “The single arm DDT, despite the name, impacts the shoulder, but it was just the move to get back on the elbow to apply this inverted cross arm breaker.”

 

Riley: “Frost can’t roll through it and he can’t grab Ejiro with the other arm. He’s learning with each misstep. Frost is wrestling his ass off just to keep up, but there’s no way he can get out of this.”

 

Hardcastle presses his body flat against the mat to see eye to eye with Frost. He asks the grappler if he wants to submit, but he works his head up just enough to shout a muffled “no.” The fans return to chanting, “FROST! FROST! FROST!” in hopes of rallying him again. Frost pounds the mat with his arm and screams to release the agony in him.

 

Riley: “HE’S TAPPING! HE’S TAPPING! THAT BASTARD IS TAPPING!”

 

Stevens: “He’s trying to get some energy going, Bobby, that’s not a tap out. If someone is getting Riley a new coffee, make it a decaf.”

 

Frost does a one-arm pushup to get off the canvas. Ejiro unhooks his legs and drives the heel of his boot into the space between the man’s shoulder blades. Frost collapses and Fasaki is able to quickly reclaim his scissors lock. He jerks up harder, bending the arm backwards, looking to pop the elbow out of the socket.

 

Riley: “GIVE UP! THERE’S NO WAY OUT! Frost is only delaying the inevitable.”

 

Stevens: “He does look boxed in, but Frost is a rare thing in wrestling; a powerhouse with a brain. If there’s a way out of this, he’ll find it.”

 

Riley: “But there isn’t!”

 

Frost tries to scoot toward the ropes, but Ejiro has him pinned. His free hand roams across the smooth canvas looking for something to grab onto or use as a weapon, but nothing is present. Out of desperation, he pushes himself up by one hand again, only to have Ejiro smash him back to the ground with the same boot to the back. Ejiro demands Sexton to ask him to give up. He does, but Frost still gurgles a “no.” Hardcastle can do nothing but shrug and Fasaki can do nothing but curse and grind on the arm breaker harder. Frost gives a slight knowing nod of his head as he forces it off the mat again.

 

Stevens: “It seems like Frost has thought of something. He might have a plan.”

 

Riley: “There is no plan that will work! There is no escape!”

 

Frost uses his vaunted strength for another one arm pushup and tilts up on his toes. Ejiro unhooks his legs and looks for another kick to the back. Frost has the timing down on this third kick and thrusts himself up with all of his strength. His back slams into Fasaki’s foot right as he goes to bring it down. The force of impact throws the leg back and Ejiro almost tumbles over from the blow! Disoriented, Frost jerks his arm free from the lightweight’s tentative grasp and rolls for the safety of the ropes! The crowd goes nuts!

 

Stevens: “Fasaki went to the well one too many times with the kick to the shoulder blades and Frost uses a combination of ring generalship and strength to break the ‘inescapable’ hold, huh Bobby?”

 

Riley: “Oh….F*CK!”

 

Ejiro gets himself together and leaps to his feet. Frost knows that he has no time to rest and pulls himself up by the ropes. Fasaki rushes forward and leaves his feet for a dropkick to the bad arm. However, the move is too telegraphed and Frost jerks his arm and body back into the ropes. Ejiro splats the mat and Frost rides the ricochet off the ropes to drop his right elbow into Fasaki’s chest. The air escapes his lungs in a rush and the fans pop louder.

 

Stevens: “Frost has the control of this match for the first time in a long time and he needs to rush it to endgame and keep that bad left arm out of Fasaki’s grasp.”

 

Riley: “Well duh! Frost has to hit Ejiro fast and hard here, not let him think and not let him get his wind back.”

 

For the man who trains in the desolate northern tundra, it is simple mind over matter to overcome the elements. Frost lifts Ejiro up as he stands with a hand under his left armpit. Frost adjusts into a half nelson, as they get vertical.

 

Stevens: “And what is going to stop Frost from doing that if he makes sure not to overtax that arm.”

 

Riley: “Uh…er…a confusing Japanese word?”

 

Frost runs a few steps forward, towing Fasaki with him. Frost skips out and lands on his rear as Ejiro smashes face first to the turf! Fasaki rolls over to his back, his body contorted in agony. Frost crawls over to Fasaki to grab his wrist, his left arm dangling dead at his side. He yanks Fasaki to his feet as he stands and whips him tripping into the far ropes.

 

Stevens: “Half nelson is bulldog is followed by…YES! THE HELL FREEZES OVER!”

 

Frost extends his good arm and Fasaki runs headlong into it. Adam’s apple collides with sinewy flesh to rip Ejiro off his feet and tumbling through the air like an acrobat! He does a 450 flip before crashing to the canvas in a mangled pile!

 

Stevens: “This blistering lariat got the win over Danny Williams on Lockdown, will it do the same here?”

 

Frost unfolds Fasaki and hooks the leg as he covers.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE-

 

Riley: “SHOULDER UP! Screw the coffee, someone bring me an oxygen tank!”

 

Fasaki barely gets the shoulder up and the fans groan. Frost swiftly brings Fasaki up by a hand under his arm. He puts one arm between his legs and gingerly uses the bad arm to grip the shoulder. He picks Fasaki up and swings him around for a body slam, but shoves him out to the side and falls rearward to cram his head into the mat!

 

Stevens: “THE SNOW PLOW! He used that move a few weeks ago to pin Nathan Kibagami!”

 

Riley: “Ha! He used the arm too much for the lift. Frost is hurting and can’t make the cover!”

 

The crowd implores Frost to make the pin, but he sits on the mat screaming over his damaged arm. Fasaki lays on his back with is eyes closed. Frost forces himself to slide over on top of Ejiro.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE-

 

Riley: “KICK OUT! Skip the oxygen, just bring me some ludes.”

 

Frost lies across Ejiro gaining his breath before pulling him up. Ejiro pushes himself away from Frost and hammers a jab to the elbow area. Frost is frozen with pain and Ejiro spins behind his foe, stretching the arm out and looking to bar his other arm across the throat.

 

Stevens: “COBRA CROSSFA…NO!”

 

Frost bucks forward before Ejiro can lock on his finisher and flips him over his head. The fans roar for Ejiro smacking his rear. Fasaki spins as he rises, but has lost a lot of his speed. Frost kneels as he steps into Fasaki to jackhammer a right hand of stone into the man’s ribcage!

 

Stevens: “TOUCH OF FROST! That usually leads to one thing…”

 

Ejiro goes rigid from the blow to his most vital of organs. Frost places his paralyzed adversary into a standing head scissors and double underhooks the arms.

 

Riley: “The arm’s going to give out! He won’t be able to hit it!”

 

Frost flips Fasaki around and against his chest. His face scrunches in pain and Frost’s bad arm slips loose from its hold. Frost fights to keep Ejiro up with one arm and wastes no time in plunging to the mat to finish his powerbomb into a pin.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

DING DING DING

 

Funyon: “Here is your winner…FRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSST!”

 

The arena explodes! Hardcastle lifts Frost’s right arm victoriously into the air while he cradles the bad arm in front of him. Fasaki is comatose, showing no signs of movement.

 

Stevens: “Amazing! Frost fights through some fierce, multi-faceted submission work to sneak out the win. While his brains helped immensely, I don’t think Ejiro was able to fully compete with Frost’s strength and size.”

 

Riley: “Bah…size doesn’t matter.”

 

Stevens: “Obviously you don’t go for women. We’ll be back after this break.”

 

The camera zooms in on Frost’s sweaty, but victorious face before fading to comemercial.

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