Battleground ii losing matches

[Guest Muzz]

I thought when I lost to Fallout a few months ago on my first PPV back, that I would quit, but I'd thought I'd stay around and try and win a big match like this one. And after being in the fed so long, since the beginning, and seeing all these new people go straight to world title level, while I claw my way up title by title, it's just too hard.

 

Seeing Edwin's match shattered me, literally. I've just lost all confidence. No matter how hard I try, I can't win one, so I may as well give up.

 

Edwin MacPhisto © vs. Sacred

Intercontinental Television Championship Match

Battleground II

 

Battleground rolls on into the night, as the Bradley Center in downtown Milwaukee is shown from the outside. It's lit up beautifully, and inside, the fans face are lit up just as much! They wave their signs frantically, most of them supporting their heroes like Xstasy, Mark Stevens, El Luchadore Magnifico or Edwin MacPhisto, but some applaud the evil deeds of the Clan, and the Enlightenment, and some just tease Sacred in all his craziness. The crowd is pumped up as the Main Event draws near, but one match is still too come before then...

 

The screen turns black, and a man is heard in the background, in a deep voice, he booms, "Two men... one title... tonight they will square off in front of the world and battle, battle like they have never battled before... and it all started..."

 

"With a plastic bowl, and a bit of thievery?"

 

After the man finishes, highlights show the history between the two men mentioned before, Sacred and Edwin MacPhisto. We see Edwin cut one of his famous speeches to the adoring crowd, and then Sacred appears on the SmarkTron! Sacred outlines his plan to steal the Carnival's theme music, and then even sings it to them! Following that little escapade, we see Edwin confront Sacred in the sound room where the evil one clocks Edwin on the head with a plastic bowl! This doesn't knock down the crown prince of flash and pinnace, but he trips and knocks himself out on the soundboard!

 

Then, as Edwin begins to taunt Sacred on another edition of Storm, the evil one comes out and knocks MacPhisto down! Sacred lays into Edwin with right hands, until he is forcefully restrained! Then, pictures flash on the screen quickly, of Edwin taking it to Sacred with a flurry of rights and lefts in the ring, and with Sacred hitting the Cruel Fate on the United States title and the Intercontinental Television title! The voice heard earlier comes back as the footage reaches a climax, where Sacred and Edwin stare each other down, the crowd cheering and screaming in the background...

 

"Tonight, history will be made, bodies will be broken, music will be stolen and plastic bowls will come crashing down... Edwin MacPhisto... The Sacred One... one winner, no common sense!"

 

The screen freezes, and then suddenly goes fuzzy and turns black and white, with Sacred's face flashing on the screen numerous times. Then, a shot of the entranceway is shown, as everything is turned black and white. "Seasons in the Abyss" By Slayer kicks up, as an eerie mist envelops the entrance, hiding it from sight. Over the top of all this, we can hear Curry Man's excited and belated voice!

 

"The night is almost at a close, and one of the greatest matches ever in the Smarks Wrestling Federation and IGN Wrestling Federation history draws nearer, but first, we have maybe one of the strangest feuds in our history! And this instigator of it all, this man, Sacred.”

 

NTD nods and laughs, just thinking of what has happened in this feud, “Strange is an understatement Curry Man. Whoever thought of stealing another stable’s music?! And who would have thought a plastic bowl could become a weapon!?  I didn’t, and I’m as strange as they come!”

 

Curry grins, “Now that’s an understatement.”

 

NTD isn’t impressed, but manages to ignore it, “Yes, yes indeed. But anyway, I was disappointed this wasn’t a plastic bowl on a pole match, that’s the money match right there!”

 

“I know why you want a pole match…”

 

“Ahem, yes, nice one Curry…” NTD says, gritting his teeth and trying to hold back his anger.

 

Sacred, the evil Da Pound member and former United States Champion… devoted United States Champion, walks through the mist, and out for all the crowd to see. For a welcome, they loudly boo, and jeer and jeer till they can jeer no more.

 

Then they jeer some more, as Sacred strides down the ramp, is head looking down at the steel, illuminated by the lights. His mind thinks about the match, and only the match, ignoring the crowd’s taunts as they try to provoke a reaction from the self proclaimed evil one. He reaches the ring, and then climbs up onto the apron. He takes a deep breath, before entering the ring, as Funyon brims with excitement as he listens to the crowd. He raises the microphone to his lips, and announces, as he has done so many times before, just not with the same words.

 

“The following match, is a singles match, and is scheduled for one fall, and it is for… the Smarks Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Television championship!” The crowd loves a good title match, and they cheer as loud as they can to show that. “Introducing first, from Adelaide Australia. Standing at six foot one inches tall, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds. Representing Da Pound, please welcome to the ring… SAAAAAACCREEEEEED!”

 

The cheers from the capacity crowd soon subside, as Sacred’s name is announced. They boo him as he walks to the center of the ring, and turns to the entranceway. The black paint around his eyes makes for a foreboding sight, as he evilly stares, waiting for the man he will soon face.

 

“A picture of concentration.” Curry notes as he stares into his monitor. “It’s times like this that I wish I we’re back in the ring… kicking NTD’s arse post to post.”

 

“Do you enjoy insulting me Curry Man? Because it’s very, very hurtful…” NTD whimpers, wiping away a fake tear.

 

“I’m just trying to liven up the broadcast NTD, you have to believe me, it’s just for show! I actually like you!”

 

“Really?”

 

“Actually, no.” Curry says with a smirk, while NTD sulks.

 

The house lights cease to shine, as the haunting beginning of the Lo-Fidelity All Stars “Battleflag” starts to sound, and the fans already begin to roar! The only light seen is from Grey silhouettes of a man that flash on the SmarkTron, his arms outstretched, and then with a microphone in his hand, and finally leaning against a lamppost. The fans start to settle down as the soft sounds play, but as a light bat drops in, and an all too familiar voice yells out, “Heeeellllooooo ladies, gentleman, and four toed munchkins!” This sends the crowd into a frenzy, as none other than Edwin MacPhisto makes his way from the back, with a microphone, and big cheesy grin on hand to greet everyone! Funyon is glad to see the Mac Daddy too.

 

“And his opponent, from Adelaide Australia, standing at six foot six and weighing two hundred and thirty nine pounds, he is a member of the Midnight Carnival and the Smarks Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Television Champion… please welcome, EEEEEDWWIIIIIN MAAAACPHIIIIIISTOOOOO!”

 

“And the second man in this equation makes his presence felt in grand style! As always I might add!” Curry says as he eagerly watches Edwin’s every move and mannerism.

 

“I swear, if I have to listen to another one of these promos, I will take my own life, and Curry, don’t answer that.” Curry closes his mouth.

 

Edwin nods his head as the crowd listens attentively to anything MacPhisto says, or does for that matter. “Well, well, well, The Midnight Carnival has a big night tonight hmmm? While El Luchadore Maaaaaaaagnifiiiico and Mark Stevens are off with their own little fights, I’m here to face, maybe someone who is zanier than I!”

 

The crowd boos, there is no one zanier than Edwin MacPhisto after all.

 

Edwin laughs, “Hahaha, ok, I see what you mean.  But tonight is a special night, as I defend the honour of the Carnival, by taking back what is rightfully ours! Hit it chaps! “

 

“Love Rollercoaster” begins to play, and the fans cheer even louder than before! Sacred looks at Edwin without moving a muscle, while MacPhisto smiles and starts to dance right there on the entranceway! He even sings along with the song!

 

“Ohhhhh sh*t yeah, that’s right! That’s right! Rollercoaster! Of looooove! Rollercoaster, of love, love, love!” The song dies down but the crowds cheers don’t. “And kids, I only swore because it was part of the song, so don’t swear! But back to the ultra fun and crazy business at hand, recognize that little ditty Sacred?” Edwin asks with a smile. “You dare change the lyrics of the Carnival’s “Sacred” song? Sacrilege! “I don’t like getting forceful, but this occasion calls for it! No one steals the Midnight Carnival’s music! Oh wait, I love this part!

 

Edwin jogs out to the side of the stage and faces the crowd, getting on his knees and starting to sing at the top of his lungs, “Your love is like! A Rollercoaster baby, baby! I wanna ride! Your love is like! A Rollercoaster baby, baby! I wanna ride!”

 

NTD groans out loud, “Not only do I hate his promos, I hate his singing! Stop this someone! Please!”

 

“Ah settle down NTD! Start dancing!” Curry gets out of his seat and starts to dance… tries to dance.

 

“Please Curry! Sit down! If you dance badly, it makes me look bad too!” NTD’s plea falls on deaf ears, as Curry Man continues to make a fool of himself!

 

Edwin stops again, but a large grin appears on his face as the crowd cheers and chants, “More! More!” Edwin holds his hand out, asking for some quiet so he can get a word in. “Thank you, you’re too kind! Oh flowers? For me? Thank you, thank you! But, enough of this tomfoolery for now!” The crowd rings out with a collective, “Awwwwwww!”

 

“I’m sorry, I wish I could entertain you all night! But as you can see, my evil friend is standing in the ring, and he looks ready for an epic struggle of good versus evil! You look a little angry Sacred, is something the matter? Did the tooth fairy not leave you any money last night? Awww, I’m sorry! Or maybe the Easter Bunny didn’t give you any eggs this year? Don’t worry Sacred, I’ll take care of that mean ol’ Bunny for you!” The crowd starts to laugh at Edwin’s antics, as he breaks out into a spontaneous dance!

 

“Dance an Irish jig with me Sacred!” Edwin appeals to Sacred’s sense of good fun, but it isn’t there right now. “Oh you’re no fun Sacred! C’mon, it’s an Irish jig! Maybe the fans will do it for me! Join in with my little munchkins, dance for the Mac Daddy! Dance I say!”

 

“The fans absolutely love Edwin!” Curry exclaims. “Look, some are even dancing! This is great stuff!”

 

Some fans just laugh, but some take what Edwin says seriously, and start to dance! In the ring, Sacred looks around at the fans, who smile and laugh, and dance! The evil one grunts, and then pulls out a mic from his back pocket. “Enough!”

 

The crowd suddenly stops, and looks in the ring. So does Edwin. Sacred gazes at Edwin, his head is shaking violently from the anger that has built up. “Enough of these fun and games! You’re not evil enough to be in my presence! None of you are!”

 

“I wonder if he knows that it’s good not to be evil…” Curry wonders.

 

“Oh quiet you!” NTD snaps at his partner, while turning to Sacred, “I’m evil Sacred! You’re the best!”

 

“Ah don’t suck up!” Curry tells his partner, while Edwin ignores Sacred and breaks out into another Irish jig! “Ooh Edwin! Can I do an Irish Jig too?”

 

Sacred growls as the fans boo, “That’s right, I’m too evil for all of you! Edwin! You dare mock me? You dare dance in my presence!? No one dances around me, not even in nightclubs! And about you’re music, it’s not the Carnival’s music anymore…”

 

“It’s mine! Hit it my evil sound crew friends!”  Sacred yells out. After he does, some heavy guitar hits, and “Love Rollercoaster” kicks up, but the Slayer version! Sacred grins, as the lad singer screams out the lyrics. Sacred starts to air guitar, as Edwin’s smile fades away. The music slowly fades out, as Sacred grins at MacPhisto. “Let’s start this match Edwin… good versus evil, the most epic of battles, oh, and…”

 

“You’ll never expect Sacred’s Inquisition! Muahahahaahahaha!”

 

Suddenly, a plastic bowl drops down from the rafters and clocks Edwin on the head! MacPhisto looks around a little confused, while rubbing his head. “Oh that’s done it Sacred!” He yells out in a more forceful tone. “No one, and I mean NO ONE hits me with a plastic bowl! Now you’re going down! Hallelujah, b*tch!”

 

Edwin drops his mic, which makes a loud “Kzzt” sound as it hits the ramp. Sacred tosses his mic away, as Edwin slides into the ring and leaps onto his feet! The match has started!

 

“Ding, Ding, Ding!”

 

“And this match is underway! Look at these two! Trading shots at a fierce pace! This should be a match to remember!”

 

“Hopefully it will be remembered for Sacred winning his first ICTV title! C’mon my evil friend! Slay that pansy but devilishly handsome carnie!” NTD calls out in encouragement, but all he gets is a slap from Curry Man!

 

In the ring now, and the pace is ferocious! Edwin fires a right hand at Sacred, which connects with his jaw, but Sacred fires right back with a forearm to the cheek! Both men trade shots over and over, but soon, the taller and more colourful of the two takes over, hitting Sacred with punch after punch. MacPhisto knocks Sacred down, but the evil one gets right back onto his feet, only to be knocked straight down again! The crowd starts to build as the Mad Daddy takes control, locking Sacred’s arm in a tight submission, while punching him in the face! But Sacred elbows MacPhisto in the jaw, knocking the champion away. Sacred turns around and ducks under Edwin’s arm, looking for the Spanish Inquisition! But Edwin quickly pivots and turns in a half circle, grabbing Sacred by the neck and tripping him to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep!

 

“Ooh nice counter! Sacred was looking for a book end early in this match, but Edwin was wise to Sacred’s tricks, and countered with a great move!” Curry yells.

 

“Ouch, Sacred hit the mat hard! Every punch, every move in this match will be done harder than usual. Each man is desperate to win and defend their honour, and music!”

 

Edwin turns over onto Sacred and lifts his head up, firing his fist straight into Sacred’s head! The crowd cheer with every punch from Edwin, but Sacred counters with a desperation move, a poke to the eyes! “What a dirty trick!” Curry cries in disgust. MacPhisto grabs his eyes and shrieks in pain as he rolls away. This gives Sacred enough time to regain his senses and climb back onto his feet. Sacred grins as he looks over to Edwin, who covers his eyes and yells. Sacred walks over and sends a boot straight into Edwin’s spine. The crowd jeer as Sacred continues to stomp on Edwin, making sure he gets every part of his body, but Matthew Kivell has no fear as he pushes Sacred away! The evil one stands ready to knock the defenseless referee down, but then he remembers the title is at stake, and grudgingly decides against clocking Kivell, although it was tremendously tempting. Sacred strides over and gabs Edwin by the head, ready to pick him up, but MacPhisto thinks quickly, grabbing Sacred around the legs with one arm and pulling him to the mat with a school boy out of nowhere!

 

“Where did that come from!” NTD cries out.

 

“I don’t know, but Edwin can pull out an early win right here!” Curry shouts in reply.

 

Kivell slams his hand on the mat after seeing Sacred’s shoulders hit the mat…

 

O N E  – But Sacred manages to power out, as the two get back onto their feet and square off! The crowd cheers as they circle, knowing that a lot rides on this match, not just a championship. Sacred darts at Edwin, trying to take his legs, but Edwin sidesteps in time. Edwin taps his head and smiles as sacred growls. Sacred lunges again, but it’s a wild lunge, which allows Edwin enough time to sidestep and grab Sacred in a reverse face lock! But Sacred contorts his body and gets upright, facing MacPhisto. He knees Edwin in the stomach, and locks on a front face lock, but Edwin pushes forward and crushes the Australian into the turnbuckle! Sacred lets go of Edwin, as the Mac Daddy thumps his shoulder into Sacred’s ribs, pushing his body between the turnbuckles. Edwin stops before he ref has to warn him to stop, and punches Sacred in the jaw a few times, whipping him across to the other side of the ring. Sacred hits the turnbuckle, but manages to get back into the action, attempting a clothesline, but MacPhisto ducks.

 

The crowd is still buzzing as Edwin turns around and grabs Sacred by the back of the head, ready for a reverse Neckbreaker! But Sacred is crafty, and grabs Edwin around the head with one arm, and twists his body, putting on a reverse face lock, and then falling forward, hitting a Diving Reverse DDT! The crowd sigh in disappointment as Sacred goes for his first cover…

 

O N E  -

 

 

 

T - But Edwin kicks out forcefully, he won’t go down that easily, no siree.

 

“A skillful counter from Sacred and DDT from the Sacred One…” Curry Man says, “But still not enough to get Edwin down for the count. This could linger on for a while, but that’s not a bad thing… that’s…”

 

NTD takes over quickly, “That’s another federation Curry! Don’t use their catchphrases!”

 

“Awwww, but I really like it…” Curry pouts, while NTD has to play the mean parent roll.

 

Sacred curses, but gets his mind back on the match, picking Edwin up off the mat. Sacred raises his arm high into the air, as if going for one knockout punch… and then locks on a side headlock! “Oh my god!” NTD yells out. “Headlock of evilness.” Sacred wrenches on MacPhisto’s neck, putting tremendous strain on Edwin as he tries to get out. MacPhisto suddenly pushes Sacred into the ropes and as the Aussie comes back, Edwin picks him up, twirls him around in the air, ready to slam his back down on his knee, but Sacred manages to land on his feet. Sacred brings his arm back and then “Ooh!” slaps Edwin across the chest with a hard knife-edge chop! “Ooh!” the fans yell as Sacred keeps hitting MacPhisto, turning his chest bright red. Edwin comes back though, hitting a right hand, which causes the fans to cheer, inspiring the flash prince. Edwin hits right hand after right hand, and then whips Sacred into the ropes. MacPhisto crouches down, and then as Sacred comes back, he springs into action, twisting around and scoring with a roundhouse kick to Sacred’s jaw! The evil one crashes to the mat, clutching onto his jaw, while Edwin puts his hands on his hips and smiles to the crowd, appreciating their support.

 

“What a freaking show-off! Get you’re mind on the match Edwin!” NTD calls out angrily.

 

His cohort Curry replies, “Ah shaddup NTD! That was a great move! Deserving of an applause!”

 

“‘Twas a fine move lad, but think of poor Sacred over thar!” NTD says in an Irish accent for no reason other than to be funny.

 

“That’s the lamest Irish accent I have ever heard…”

 

Sacred rolls out of the ring, but lands on his feet, and looks back in the ring at MacPhisto, who starts doing his little jig again! Sacred shakes his head and jumps onto the ring apron, but it may have been a wrong move, as Edwin charges at him and tries for a clothesline, but Sacred ducks it and hits a low shoulder charge onto Edwin’s stomach. MacPhisto stumbles backward, holding onto his stomach, while Sacred places his hands on the top rope and leaps up, springing off the very top and scoring with a dropkick to Edwin’s face! The Mac Daddy is dropped like a stone, and does a couple of flips on the mat, such was the ferocity of the kick. Sacred clambers over quickly and pushes Edwin’s shoulders to the mat, hoping to sew up the match. “He may have it after that sweet springboard dropkick!” Curry Man exclaims, although hoping deep down that Sacred doesn’t get the win.

 

O N E

 

 

 

T W O  - But Edwin gets out once again! And the fans love it! Sacred grunts and slams his fist on the mat, obviously frustrated. He has wanted this title for so long, but Edwin is proving to be one resilient carnie. Edwin gets back onto his feet and stumbles around, but Sacred stops him dead in his tracks with a harsh forearm across the jaw. Sacred grabs Edwin’s wrist and whips the prince into the ropes, but as Edwin comes back, he slips between Sacred’s legs! Edwin quickly leaps onto his feet, and delivers a knuckle punch right into Sacred'’ kidney! As Sacred clutches at the blow, MacPhisto grabs him around the head and runs forward in a bulldog, but spins around and jumps in a sit-out type position, slamming Sacred’s face onto his knee!

 

“Midnight Special from the Midnight Carnie! A devastating maneuver to anyone who has the misfortune to receive it! A great equalizer! Edwin has t use this time well and rest.” Curry notes.

 

“As I’m so evil Curry.” NTD says with a sly smirk, while Curry groans, “I don’t like ‘good’ people, but Edwin is just so impressive! And handsome to boot!”

 

Edwin is on all fours, trying to get his breath back, while Sacred rolls around, his head ringing after getting slammed so far. Suddenly, Edwin leaps onto his feet and leans over, waiting patiently for Sacred to get up. Edwin has to wait a little, as Sacred cringes in pain, desperately wishing he had some aspirin, but none is in the vicinity. Sacred manages to get back onto his feet, as he looks around at the fans, the flash bulbs from their cameras start to disorient him, as he looks around for MacPhisto.

 

Edwin lines up and “Thwack!” His palm hits Sacred right between the eyes! Sacred is still on his feet, but wavering. Edwin grabs his hips and performs a few pelvic thrusts, just for the crowd’s entertainment, and then fires another palm into Sacred’s chest, and a few more in very quick succession. Right now, Sacred is so out of it, and Edwin takes advantage, taking a few steps back, and starts stomping his foot on the mat, ala another wrestling legend. Edwin smiles as Sacred stumbles toward him. MacPhisto leaps forward with a Superkick, but somehow, Sacred ducks it! Edwin is as surprised as anyone is as he turns to face the evil one. Edwin tries for a kick to Sacred’s midsection, but the Australian catches his leg! Sacred twists around and brings MacPhisto to the mat with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip! Sacred isn’t don there though, as he keeps hold of Edwin’s leg, and turns him over onto his stomach, locking on a half-elevated Boston Crab!

 

“It’s the solution nine!” NTD yells. “And Edwin is screaming out in pain! This has to be hard on MacPhisto’s tall thin frame, it looks like Sacred’s going to snap his leg off!”

 

“He’s certainly putting a lot of torque on the leg, and you can see the pain etched on MacPhisto’s face. Sometimes tapping is better than risking an injury, but I know Edwin! He wouldn’t tap out so early in the match!” Curry proudly boasts.

 

“It looks like he will if Sacred keeps doing what he is now! God, that has to be hurting!”

 

Sacred grins like an evil grinning person, as he twists and turns Edwin’s leg into impossible angle’s, desperately trying to get Edwin to tap out, but the champion fights on, his hands outstretched, trying to reach the safety of the bottom rope, but Sacred is holding MacPhisto back! The crowd is worried, but chant the carnie’s name, in hopes it will revive him. “Edwin! Edwin! Edwin! Edwin!” Sacred looks around at the fans and shakes his head, he can feel MacPhisto starting to inch forward. Sacred keeps shaking his head as Edwin lunges forward, and grasps onto the rope! Kivell demands that Sacred take the hold off, but Sacred shake his head definitely and pulls Edwin back into the middle of the ring!

 

“Sacred is determined to not to let Edwin get away! And he doesn’t want to ICTV championship to get away from his evil hands!” Curry cries.

 

The evil one tries to keep the hold on, but Edwin, using all the power he has in those long legs, pushes forward and throws Sacred off his leg! Edwin turns around and hits a mini dropkick to Sacred’s face as he tries to grab Edwin’s leg again! Sacred and MacPhisto get back onto their collective feet, and then charge at each other, knocking each other down at the same time with a double clothesline!

 

“Now there both down! And the crowd is trying to get MacPhisto back on his feet first! Listen to them chant his name!” Curry admires as he looks around at the fans.

 

“Sacred! Sacred! Sacred!” Curry Man looks at NTD strangely, as NTD shrugs his shoulders, “Well, no one else was!”

 

“That’s very nice of you to support the unpopular one NTD.”

 

“I can identify with him…” NTD says, with a sniffle.

 

The referee looks down at both men, and starts to count them out!

 

“One!” All quiet on the western front.

 

“Two!”

 

“Three!” MacPhisto’s arm starts to move, placing his hand on the mat.

 

“Four!”

 

“Five!” Sacred sits up, although dazed. Edwin looks over at Sacred, and then pushes himself up into a crouching position.

 

“Six!”

 

“Seven!” MacPhisto manages to get himself up, and Sacred does his best, but he slips away and leans against the turnbuckle, and Kivell stops his count. Sacred turns around and sees MacPhisto charging right towards him! Sacred ducks out of the way just in time. Edwin hits the turnbuckle front body first, and then bounces back. Sacred hooks his arms under Edwin’s armpits and then lifts him up and falls back ward, hitting a Tiger Suplex! And holds on with a bridge, for a pinning attempt. Kivell slides across the mat to where he can see Edwin’s shoulders and then slams his fist onto the mat.

 

O N E

 

 

 

T W O

 

 

 

 

 

T - But Edwin manages to roll out of it somewhat, to the great relief of the capacity crowd. Sacred’s been dominant over the past 5 or so minutes, but he can’t get the really big score. Sacred decides to try and end, as he lifts the prone MacPhisto onto his two feet. Sacred kicks him in the midsection, and then locks on a front face lock! The evil one grabs Edwin’s arm and lifts it up, nearly all set for the Cruel Fate! Sacred grins and looks from side to side, provoking the crowd reaction. Sacred nods and grunts out a laugh, but his expression soon changes, as Edwin puts his arms around Sacred and lifts him up onto his shoulders! Edwin turns Sacred around into a fireman’s carry and walks to all Four Corners of the ring, so all the fans can see the evil one!

 

“Uh oh, I don’t like the looks of this!” NTD yells as he watches Sacred stuck on atop Edwin’s shoulders. “I thought Sacred had this thing won but if it not for Edwin’s ingenious counter, we might have a new champion! Darn!”

 

Edwin smiles as he always does, as he shows a helpless evil Australian to the wild crowd! Edwin finally stops in the center of the ring, and grabs Sacred’s neck, swinging him around and slamming him to the mat! “Sound check!” NTD and Curry Man yell in stereo. The crowd goes crazy as Edwin gets back onto his feet, looking down on his fallen opponent. He looks over to the ropes, and something clicks. MacPhisto charges to the ropes, leaps to the second tier, springs off, turns in mid-air as his palm comes crashing down across Sacred’s chest!

 

“Star Wipe Palm Strike! Edwin’s gaining some momentum after Sacred dominated for a while. The champ is pulling out all the stops!” Curry says proudly.

 

“Argh! More Palm Strikes! I hate those! So, so annoying!” NTD cries out in vain.

 

Edwin’s body tingles with enthusiasm as he hooks Sacred by the leg.

 

O N E

 

 

 

T W O

 

 

 

 

 

 

T - No! Sacred manages to kick out after the three count starts, and the fans sigh in disappointment. Edwin swallows up his own disappointment however, and proceeds on winning this match, picking Sacred up off the mat. The flash prince fires a few right hands Sacred’s way, and then grabs his legs and trips him up. Edwin lines Sacred up and falls backward, catapulting Sacred onto the turnbuckle! Sacred hits face first onto the top turnbuckle pad and bounces back. Edwin springs to his feet and springs forward again, hitting Sacred with a sidekick to the jaw! Sacred falls right to the mat, and then rolls to his side and falling out onto the concrete floor.

 

Curry holds his breath, “Oh what a kick! Sacred has to reach deep down into his evil heart and pull out something special…”

 

“A plastic bowl!” NTD cries out of nowhere it seems.

 

“A plastic bowl? I meant in the…”

 

NTD cuts off Curry, “No! I mean Sacred actually has a plastic bowl!”

 

Sacred hides the bowl against his chest, as Edwin reaches down and tries to pull him back into the ring but “Whack!” Edwin falls to the mat, as Sacred swings the bowl as hard as he can and Edwin falls straight to the mat. The fans boo frantically, trying to draw the referee’s attention to the bowl in Sacred’s hands, but Edwin was blocking his field of vision! Sacred puts the bowl back under the ring where he got it, and then grabs Edwin’s ankles, pulling him out of the ring!

 

“That’s disgraceful!” Curry yells in well, disgust. “Sacred had to resort to a weapon to even the odds!”

 

Kivell starts to do his count as Sacred kneels down and stars laying into MacPhisto with some forearms, focusing on the jaw.

 

“One!” Sacred lifts Edwin onto his feet and drapes his arm over Sacred’s shoulder. “Two!” The evil one lifts MacPhisto into the air with a suplex and then throws him forward onto the crowd barrier! “Three!” The crowd gasp as Edwin coughs a few times from the blow. Sacred leaps onto the crowd barrier, about five feet away from Edwin, careful to keep his balance.

 

“I don’t know what Sacred has planned, but he better watch out one of the crowd don’t try and be a hero!” Curry says, watching the action intently.

 

”Four!” Some young punk in the crowd tries to trip Sacred up, but Sacred kicks him away! “Five!” The evil one carefully steps toward MacPhisto, and then leaps off the barrier, driving his knee into the back of MacPhisto’s head! “Six!” Edwin falls to the floor, holding the back of his head, while the young teenager curses Sacred, but the Australian does his country proud and spits at him! Sacred grins and then turns back to Edwin, who is trying to get up, but Sacred thumps him in the spine with a hard forearm shot.

 

“That shot didn’t look like much, but believe me…” NTD begins. “They hurt!”

 

“Seven!” Sacred quickly picks Edwin up and slides him into the ring, and slides in with him. Sacred gets up, and starts to drag a lifeless MacPhisto across the ring and into the corner. Sacred keeps hold of the Mac Daddy’s arm as he begins to mercifully stomp away at Edwin’s chest, driving the air out of him. Kivell interjects and forces Sacred off MacPhisto, but the Australian gets right in Matthew’s face, his dark eyes staring a hole through the lowly referee. Sacred just starts shaking his head frantically, and then steps through the ropes and onto the floor. Sacred ducks down and produces the ever-popular plastic bowl, which came in handy before. Sacred slides back into the ring and leaps onto his feet. He lifts the plastic bowl above his head right in front of Kivell as he strides toward MacPhisto, who is back on his feet and trying to get his breath back.

 

“Is Sacred crazy!? He’ll get himself disqualified if he hits Edwin with that! I mean, at least do it when Kivell isn’t looking like before! Jeez!” Curry sighs out loud.

 

The Australian is about to clonk the Mac Daddy on the head, but Kivell reaches up and grabs the bowl! Matthew yanks it from Sacred’s hands and shouts at Sacred to not bring weapons into the ring and be a good boy. As Kivell walks to the ropes and leans through then, handing the bowl to an attendant at ringside, Sacred runs over and thumps him in the back, hitting him through the ropes and onto the floor!

 

“Maybe that was Sacred’s plan all along! Sacred wants that title so much, even he is not stupid enough to risk a disqualification so blatantly!” NTD yells, trying to make a case for Sacred.

 

“I don’t know about that…” Curry replies.

 

Sacred grins as he looks at the referee, not moving an inch. Sacred turns around and “Wham!” Edwin fires a kick that sends Sacred back into the turnbuckle and bouncing back out toward the Mac Daddy. Edwin grabs Sacred in an inverted headlock and then runs to the opposite corner, jumping up to the second tier, and then the third, jumping off and turning in the air, coming down to the mat and crunching the evil Aussie’s face onto his shoulder! The crowd goes wild as Edwin quickly makes the pin! MacPhisto turns his head and looks for a ref while the fans count.

 

 

“O N E!”

 

 

 

“T W O!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“T H R E E!”  - Edwin wins… sort of. He would have won, but there’s no ref! Sacred knocked him out! Edwin can’t believe it, and he gets to his feet, looking around for the referee. The crowd boos and jeers. They know Edwin had the match won right there. Edwin finds the ref, still out cold on the outside. MacPhisto, being the Good Samaritan that he is, leans over the apron and starts to poke Kivell, hoping to revive him, but alas, he is still out. MacPhisto sighs and gets back onto his feet, getting back on with the task at hand. He walks over to Sacred but “Oof!” The evil one fires an evil low blow Edwin’s way! MacPhisto clutches the affected area in pain, as Sacred gets onto his feet and hooks his arm under MacPhisto’s and lifts him up into the air, slamming him down onto his back and neck with a Spanish Inquisition! The crowd boos once more as Sacred lies in the ring, grinning from ear to ear.

 

“Damnit, damnit, damnit! Edwin won it! Edwin won it!” Curry cries, not wanting to believe what just happened.

 

“Ahahaahaha! Sacred is so smart, and so evil! Now he’s back on top, and the referee is none the wiser to his activities! I love it!”

 

On the outside, Kivell drapes his arms across the ring apron, trying to pull himself up, while Sacred starts to roll toward Edwin. Kivell manages to slide into the ring as Sacred raises his arm and then drapes it across MacPhisto’s chest! Kivell lunges over and finally pins, and the crowd all rise up and roar! “No!”

 

O N E

 

 

 

 

T W O

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T H R E - NO! Edwin kicked out! Edwin kicked out! The fans are in a frenzy as Sacred throws himself of Edwin and slams his fists on the mat.  Kivell just rolls away and rests, while Sacred manages to struggle onto his feet, his bones weary and his body tiring. Sacred reaches down and grabs Edwin, taking a while to lift him to his feet, both of them extremely fatigued.  Sacred whips MacPhisto across the ring, and clotheslines him as he comes back.

 

“Sacred is in control now, and he’ll do everything he can to weaken MacPhisto.” Curry says disappointingly

 

“Sacred deserves the title after all the good work he’s done! And if he continues on, he should get it! Mark my words.”

 

“He hit Edwin with a bowl, he knocked the referee out… he screwed Edwin MacPhisto out of the win! How does he deserve it after that!?” Curry asks pessimistically.

 

“… Well, uh… he’s just so evil! And he used the bowl! The bowl Curry! That’s one famous bowl now!”

 

“I don’t see how using a plastic bowl makes him worthy of the ICTV championship…”

 

Sacred drops a lazy elbow across MacPhisto’s chest, and then gets back on his feet, and does it again! The crowd is booing loudly, desperately wanting Edwin to make a comeback. Sacred turns to them, and then throws his arms out in a crucifix position, getting rather cocky now, as the fans continue to boo him. He walks over to the ropes right next to MacPhisto and continues to pose, to stir the crowd. He turns around from over MacPhisto and does it to the other set of fans that boo even louder than… but they start cheering? They cheer as Edwin MacPhisto grabs Sacred in a backslide and lifts himself up! Edwin then throws Sacred forward along with his own body and spikes the evil one on his evil head! MacPhisto holds the backslide for the pin, and Kivell is all to happy to oblige and lam his fist onto the mat!

 

“Encore Cross! Encore Cross!” NTD and Curry yell together.

 

“This is it!” Curry yells. “Edwin has got it won with his finisher! And after all of Sacred’s dirty tricks, he manages to pull it out! Amazing!”

 

O N E

 

 

 

T W O

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T H R E E - - - NOOOOOOO! Sacred’s arm shoots forward and manages to grab the bottom rope! The fans are irate! They cannot believe It! Edwin lets go of Sacred and looks at the ref in disbelief, but it was indeed two and 15/16ths, not the vital three that Edwin wanted. MacPhisto shakes his head and gets onto his feet, but he realizes now that Sacred is weakened, and he can still win this match.

 

“Kivell claims it was a two count, but it was a looooong two count in my book!” Curry claims. “Damnit! No one here can believe Sacred reached the ropes! Edwin is actually showing signs of frustration, which is uncharacteristic for him indeed.”

 

“This is a great battle, and he wants to win! Everyone wants to win! But there’s personal issues involved! He loves his music, and won’t let anyone take it from him!” NTD yells

 

“And it’s strange to note that neither the Midnight Carnival or Da Pound have come to lend a helping hand in this match. Sacred and Edwin must want to sort this by themselves. I always like it one on one, with no outside factors!”

 

Kivell comes over to check on Sacred as he manages to get onto his knees. As Edwin comes walking over, Sacred pushes Kivell into Edwin! MacPhisto is knocked off balance and Kivell stumbles across the ring. Sacred reaches into his back pocket and pulls out some brass knuckles! Sacred puts them on quickly while Edwin turns back to him, firing a wayward punch that misses the Aussie. Sacred turns around and punches in one motion, and he nails MacPhisto right on the cheek! Edwin falls straight to the mat, as Sacred throws the knucks away and falls to the mat, exhausted. Kivell turns around after being pushed and sees Sacred and Edwin on the canvas, if only he knew how they got that way.

 

“What a punch!” NTD yells. “One punch and Edwin is down for the count! It must have been Sacred’s evil powers flowing into his fists!”

 

“Or…” Curry tells his cohort. “It could be those damn brass knuckles lying on the floor over there!”

 

“It could be Curry, but can you really prove it?” NTD grins, as Curry is lost for words.

 

Sacred finally manages to cover Edwin, but only loosely, leaving his upper body exposed. Kivell is slower than usual after his knock before.

 

O N E

 

 

 

 

T W O

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T H R E E - - - NOOOOOOOO! Edwin gets a shoulder up! Sacred stares at the mat shaking his head like a maniac, while Kivell shows everyone in the arena that it was a two count!

 

“I can’t…. How could…” NTD is the one lost for words now.

 

“I don’t know NTD, but he just did! Edwin is still in this, like it or not, and I know everyone here likes it! Sacred was exhausted and didn’t pin in time, and that was his mistake! The match still goes on!” Curry yells, smiling widely and intently watching his monitor for further developments.

 

“H – How…”

 

Sacred struggles back onto his feet. He’s weak at the knee, worried that he’ll lose his sot at the title. He glances down at MacPhisto, who has a red gash on his cheek from where the knuckles made their mark. Sacred grabs Edwin and lifts him to his feet. The crowd is still buzzing after Edwin’s champion like efforts to kick out. Sacred walks Edwin over to one corner of the ring, and then whips him across to the opposite side, where Edwin thumps into the turnbuckle back first, and stumbles out of the turnbuckle. Sacred lowers his head, lets out a grunt and charges headlong at Mac Daddy, trying to spear him straight to hell! But Mac Daddy somehow leapfrogs over Sacred and the evil Australian keeps going on his wild charge and his shoulder rams into the steel ring post! “Clang!”

 

“And Mac Daddy reverses the tables again, jumping over Sacred’s Kamikaze attempt and saving his own skin! Neither of these two will give up!” Curry says, enjoying the spectacle before him.

 

“Makes you wonder how long it will go for! I don’t see any of these guy giving up, unless they we’re pinned down by a ten ton truck… hey, that gives me an…”

 

Curry Man cuts NTD off right there, “Oh no, don’t even think about it!”

 

Sacred is stuck in between the turnbuckles, while Edwin drops to his knee’s and gets some hard earned rest, while the fans still cheer, chanting a different chant this time One side of the crowd chants “Midnight!” and the other chants, “Carnival!” It’s a fantastic sight, seeing the fans chant, on their feet, cheering to their hearts content. Edwin hears the crowd, and it revives him, like what Spinach does for Popeye. Edwin gets onto his two shaky feet and he smiles, waving to the crowd, as Sacred manages to pry himself out of the turnbuckle, but he walks right into a groin kick from MacPhisto! The referee pretends like he didn’t see it and the match continues! Edwin lifts Sacred up onto his shoulders, and then get him in position for a Powerbomb! But Edwin shows the fans Sacred on his shoulders, pleading for Edwin not to drop him… but the Mac Daddy does!

 

“Love Rollercoaster!” NTD screams the name of Edwin’s move at the top of his lungs. “And it would be somewhat fitting if Edwin managed to get the win with that move!”

 

Edwin rubs his forehead and shakes out the cobwebs, finally managing to pin Sacred, but he makes a rookie’s mistake in pinning, by not hooking the evil boy by the leg…

 

O N E

 

 

 

T W O

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T H R E EEE – NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Sacred shoots his shoulder up! The fans are in shock, and so is MacPhisto! When will one of them stay down!? Edwin glances to the referee, who just shrugs his shoulders. He’s given him all the help he can, MacPhisto gets onto his feet and ponders his next move. No normal move will end this, so another Encore Cross might do the trick. MacPhisto wants to finish this quickly, before Sacred can regain his senses.  Edwin lifts Sacred onto his feet and turns him around, so they are back to back. The crowd realizes what he is about to do, and so do Curry and NTD!

 

“Another Encore Cross! Edwin made sure to be in the center of the ring this time! No ropes to help Sacred! He’s all by himself!” Curry yells, nearly jumping out of his seat with excitement!”

 

“Noooooo! Sacred has gone so far in this match he can’t lose now! Think of the title Sacred, think of the title!” NTD pleads in the hopes Sacred can hear him.

 

Edwin hooks Sacred’s arms through his and lifts him up onto his back and head. The crowd stands up to get a better look, hopefully of MacPhisto’s triumph over evil. MacPhisto tries to throw Sacred forward, but the little Aussie holds on for dear life. Edwin tries his hardest, but Sacred clenches up and grips on tightly to Edwin’s arms. Sacred realizes this is his moment to act, and he reaches over and bites Edwin on the arm! Edwin yelps in pain as Sacred slips down his back. Edwin clutches at his arm as he turns around. Sacred kicks Edwin in the mid section and locks on a front face lock!

 

“He bit him! “Curry exclaims, pointing to Edwin’s arm. “It was crude, but effective, and now he’s looking for the Cruel Fate!”

 

Sacred grabs MacPhisto right arm, ironically, the one he bit, and then he leaps into the air post haste, kicking his legs out and falling forward. Both bodies crash into the mat, but Edwin’s face takes the brunt of the hit while Sacred manages to protect himself from most of the blow. The crowd is roaring now, as Sacred starts to move, his arm coming close and closer to Edwin…

 

“Cruel Fate! Cruel Fate! Sacred’s got his finisher! But he’s taking time, he has to hurry!” NTD yells, jumping out of his seat to see in the ring.

 

“Does Edwin have any gas left in the tank?! Let’s hope so! Go Edwin! Please! Do it for the Carnival!” Curry yells out in support.

 

“No! Do it for evil Sacred! Evil I say! Eeeeeevil!”

 

Sacred’s arm slowly crosses Edwin’s chest, and Kivell dives to the mat, making sure Edwin’s shoulders are on the mat. He doesn’t want to count, but he has to…

 

O N E

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T W O

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T H R E E!!!!!!! OH MY GOD! Sacred wins the Intercontinental Television Championship! The crowd are shocked! They cannot believe it! But as soon as it sinks in, they start to boo at the top of their voices! Curry Man and NTD are just as shocked, Curry appalled, NTD delighted!

 

“No, no, no! Edwin can’t lose! No! New Champion!” Curry says, a hint of sadness in his voice.

 

“Yes, yes, yes!” NTD is quite the opposite of course. “Evil has triumphant over good1 All is right with the world, and the Smarks Wrestling Federation has a new ICTV champion! It’s an evil dream come true for Sacred! One more title, and he will have had every single singles title in the IGNWF/SWF! Quite a feat!”

 

“Oh my god, I can’t imagine this place is Sacred can pull that off…” Curry grimaces.

 

Kivell gets on one knee and grabs Sacred’s wrist, holding it high into the air, while Funyon himself slides into the ring equipped with a mic, “Here is you’re winner and… NEW! Smarks Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Television Champion… SAAAAAAACRREEEEEEEED!!”

 

The ICTV title is slid into the ring, and Kivell places It on Sacred’s back as he lies with his arm still across MacPhisto’s chest. The crowd can’t believe it still as they roar their objections!

 

“Well, it took every trick in the book, but Sacred is the new ICTV champion. I wish him a long and illustrious reign…”

 

“You do Curry? That’s very nice of you to say!” NTD says somewhat surprised.

 

“I’m just saying that because I know this isn’t over, and I know Edwin MacPhisto and the Midnight Carnival will want revenge for the desecration of their music!”

 

Speaking of music, “Evil Rollercoaster” kicks up, as Sacred manages to get on one knee, looking down at his hard won title, almost sobbing, but evil isn’t allowed to sob, so he holds it in and rolls out of the ring, ignoring the fans at ringside who curse him. He backs up the ramp and slings the ICTV title across his shoulder and grins and evil grin, as Kivell starts to attend to MacPhisto.

 

“Well, the show isn’t over yet! We still have the action packed main event to go, and if it lives up to be twice as good as anything else, this will be a classic to remember for a long, long time!”

 

The Pay Per View rolls on, another new champion on this night, will there be another still to come…

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"Well...

 

...let's put it this way Sacred.

 

You have to be pretty good to motivate a guy to write the type of match Edwin wrote for the PPV.

 

So uhhh...yeah.

 

Mothernature says, hmmm..."

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Is it me... or does everyone lose cleanly to Edwin?

 

Don't worry Aussie man... We need you! Losing to Edwin is like losing to Spider... If they have time to write... odds are... they ain't gonna lose.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Booyah!  Finally got to read your match, Sacred, and I liked it muchly.  You don't know how stressed I was writing this match, and Stubby's right: I busted my ass, and really didn't think I was going to win.  You have no idea how many times I stopped typing and sat there staring at the words, thinking "How in the hell am I going to beat him?"  

 

King himself said it was close as hell, and I know we were planning another go at it for the theme music at least.  Hopefully you're still interested.  And please don't call it quits off of this match--I think you wrote a wonderful piece, and in the end, I guess King thought mine was just a smidge better.

 

The match I wrote I rank in probably my top three matches I've ever written, and I think on another day where I didn't hit that perfect groove, you'd have my ass in a sling.  So don't give up now--one bad break ain't the end of the world.  I've got plenty of ass left to kick, and so does everybody else.  PM me about stuff for Storm, too, cause I'm too tired to PM anybody coherently right now.

[Guest Thoth]

Sacred, if anyone knows how you feel, I do.  I lost to Edwin in two close matches.  In a row.  It's frustrating as hell.  But you have to keep this in perspective.

 

He's good.  He's better than me or you, arguably the best in the fed.  I say arguably not to step on any toes, but I believe I can quote HVT himself saying something like "I'm afraid to face him."

 

A loss to Edwin is nothing to ashamed about.  I contemplated quitting, too.  But I'll just pick up the pieces and try harder.