The thread of losers

[Above Average 0]

Well, it was bound to happen. I'd like to know what people think and such. I waited until late to start, but hey, I always do that. If Edwin. Mark or King, Mark in particular could re affirm why I lost I'd be grateful. I told Mike in chat he'd probably win, and sucks for me, I was right... It was a little short, but I've been doing that a lot lately, anyways... read and mock

======================

 

Just incase people would like to know… CHOCOLATE THUNDER DARYL DAWKINS is in attendance here at the Kingdome in Fargo, North Dakota! I’m Bobby Riley, here bringing you all the action of this Genesis four World Title contendership tourney with CYCLOOOOOOOONE COMET here on Smarks Wrestling Federations own Lockdown!”

 

“Yes Bobby, tonight is our grand tourney and I’m about as giddy as you are for a change. This thing has been heck on wheels so far!”

 

“We’ve already seen Michael Craven vs. the Insane Luchador. "The Sacred One" Andrew Blackwell vs. Xcalibur, Nathaniel Kibagami vs. English Dragon, Jay Dawg vs. "The Sinner" John Duran and finally Crow vs. Apostle—“

 

Suddenly, Rod Roddy’s voice blares over the loudspeakers: “Quiz! Come on down!” In the ring, Vicky Black turns over the name “Quiz” on a green sparkle Wheel-of-Fortune board as Crystal Waters’ “Come On Down” begins, and a pair of sliding doors open to reveal Quiz! He steps out and onto the ramp, tonight wearing a midnight blue tie! He has a microphone in his hand as he walks down the ramp, smiling broadly and flashing his pearly whites as he speaks.

 

“Welcome to tonight’s show! We have one contestant tonight, and his name is Mak Francis! This is what will happen to ‘The Franchise’!”

 

The crowd yells jeers of some sort at him, and Quiz shakes his head sadly, pointing to himself and Show. "I'm sorry, but we were looking for WHAT IS AN ASS KICKING!"

 

Vicky Black, in the ring, reveals the words “Ass Kicking” on the Wheel-of-Fortune board as Quiz walks up the ring steps and into the ring, waving to the crowd before getting prepped for his match. Show finds a nice spot outside the ring, as Vicky removes all of the stuff from the ring.

 

“Making his way to ringside, accompanied by Charlie ‘The Show’ Matthews, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and weighing in tonight at ONE hundred and EIGHTY NINE POUNDS… He’s one half of the S-W-F, TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, Double Jeopardy… QUIZZZZZZZZZZZ!”

 

“Quiz here is the last guy to beat Francis in a match so you know that he has the psychological advantage. The tag team of Quiz and Show, Double Jeopardy, whooped up on International Incident AND the Unholy Trinity for the title at the PPV, GROUND ZERO, which will be available on DVD—”

 

“And I’M the shill, eh Riley!” says Comet in a mocking tone. “By the way, Ground Zero was brought to you by Pepsi Max… for that great tasting, never better cola, that, unlike thesmartmarks.com may just be better than sex… it’s Pepsi Max, drink hard and drink fast, BABY… WHOOOOOOO!” finishes Cyclone Comet after taking a swig of the drink.

 

Quiz sits in the ring, stretching a little as Long checks him for illegal weapons, then Suddenly—

 

“So do you wanna’ be a Franchise… And live large… A big house… five cars…”

 

“And his OPPONENT!” shouts Funyon, as the wispy sounds of a digital xylophone echo throughout the arena; a deep background beat, cleverly created by violins, and slightly overshadowing the original background rhythm. As the opening lyrics from Mak Francis’ Rock Superstar remix continue to blare over the PA system, the crowd bursts out of their seats, in recognition of the all too familiar music!

 

“The rent charge… Comin’ up in the world, don’t trust nobody… Gotta’ look over your shoulder constantly!”

 

The SmarkTron flares up with a blue and white photonegative image of Mak Francis, which is followed by ‘The Franchise’ in large green lettering, flashing on the screen in time with the beat, interspersed with signature spots and clips of Francis’ trademark smirking pose.

 

Funyon takes a breath, “From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at TWO hundred and THIRTY-SIX POUNDS… the REIGNING, S-W-F, INTERCONTINENTAL TELEVISION CHAMPION…‘The Franchise’… MAAAAAAAAAK FRANCISsssssss!”

 

After taking a few steps out and down the ramp, Mak tilts his shades down on the bridge of his nose, before smirking… looking left and then right, soaking up the crowds’ reaction…

 

“I remember the days, when I was a young kid grownin’ up… Lookin’ in the mirror dreamin’ about blowin’ up!”

 

 

 

*PWI-SHEW! PWI-SHEW! PWI-SHEW! PWI-SHEEEEEEW!!*

 

 

 

He readjusts his shades with a smirk, before slowly strolling down to ringside and after walking up the ring steps, he cockily wipes his feet on the apron, giving a salute to the crowd, before entering through the middle ropes. Mak climbs the nearest turnbuckle and poses, as a wave of flashing lights go off. He steps down, and un straps the title belt, handing it over to Mark Hebner, who raises it into the air, to a loud pop, before giving it to a ringside attendant.

 

“And if you’re looking for a hot wrestler Mak Francis is your man.” Says Comet afte checking his notes. “And not like that Riley. This guy has to be a challenger for the tournament winner, as he’s been the wrestler of the month in my book… yes even over Tom Flesher, Bobby.”

 

Riley sulks as Quiz and Francis get ready to go. Eddy Long asks for the bell as this one on one match for a chance to advance is on.

 

*DING! DING! DING!*

 

The Franchise and the game show host circle each other, trying to feel out the ring as they go. Quiz side steps a shoot at his leg from Mak and the two men continue to move. Finally, both grapplers come together in a collar and elbow tie-up, which Francis, being stronger than Quiz, takes control of, easily backing his opponent, step by step, into a neutral corner. Eddy Long slides in between the two guys and asked for a clean break, getting it so far, as Francis backs away slowly… “As they break that grappler Riley, you must note that Mak was easily able to push that dastardly Quiz back into the corn—”

 

 

 

 

*slap!*

 

 

 

 

“Hah! But Quiz just showed him who’s the boss!” interrupts Riley, while Quiz juts his upper body under the ropes and smiles at Mak, as Long backs him away. “Tony Danza?” asks Comet, still wondering about Riley’s earlier statement. “No you comic book reject. Quiz, of course!” Mak stands center ring, a sour expression now showing on his face, as Charlie ‘The Show’ Matthews high fives his partner on the outside, through the ropes. “Quiz is such a role model. He’s like Bob Barker in Happy Gilmore. A take no guff, game show host, with the skills to back up his words!” Comet looks at him like he wants to smack him. “You’re getting more stupid and more outlandish, by the second, just to piss me off, aren’t you?”

 

“You’re one to talk…” mumbles Bobby under his breath. Comet looks on at the action, missing that comment, as Quiz slinks out of the corner, riling up the crowd, as he goes. Francis’ features show concentration, as the two SWF superstars come together in their second collar and elbow tie-up of the night. “They’re going to give it another go,” says Comet, “and hopefully this time there won’t be any heelish shenanigans.” Riley looks over as the two men stress and strain, as they jockey for position, and once again, Mak takes control, effortlessly moving from the grapple into a back waistlock—Quiz, not wanting to find out what the self proclaimed Franchise could have in store for him, sprints forward and latches onto the ropes, yanking himself backwards, causing Mak to do a back roll! Francis stands, just after Quiz turns and the game show guru rushes forward, ducking under the Franchise’s attempt at a back elbow. “Quiz ducks a back elbow for the Franchise,” notes Riley, as Quiz continues on his way. “Quiz on the rebound, and Mak is ready for him. Francis scoops him up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreak—no, the gamer show guru lands on his feet—Thumb to the eyes!”

 

“Infidel!” says Comet in a menacing tone, shaking his fist at the ring. “What a cheap tactic by short stuff in the ring, over there.” Riley just shakes his head. “Now why’d you have to go to his height Comet? That’s really… low…” says Bobby not able to come up with any other word for the verbal jab to Quiz’s jaw. “I know… that evildoer is too, Riley.” Adds the would be super hero, cleaning up the easy set up, intentional or not.

 

Francis covers his eye, as Quiz saunters towards his hunched over foe and locks in the dreaded, unbearably painful and quite frankly, down right boring… side headlock. Quiz cranks on the side headlock and grinds his bicep into Mak’s face, acting as smug as possible, while Francis looks for an out. The self proclaimed Franchise finally finds one, backing the interlocked duo into the ropes, before bouncing off into the middle of the ring, pushing Quiz off to run the ropes! Mak drops to the canvas as Quiz darts back, jumping over him, as the two wrestlers crisscross! Quiz makes his return and this time the Franchise hops up and over him in a leapfrog(!), which the game show guru ducks under. Quiz comes back once again and Francis catches him as he comes in. “Hip toss by the Franchise—nope, reversal!” says Riley, as Quiz blocks and hops over to the other side of Mak’s body. Francis is able to block the basic attack, so the both sit paused for a momentum, as Quiz attempts the hip toss again. “That was a close call for Francis.” Quiz realizing that he can’t hit the move, punches the Franchise in the gut and sticks his leg onto Mak’s neck. As the self proclaimed Franchise stands, Quiz flips and lands back on the mat, slightly behind Francis on his feet with a thump! The game show host latches onto Francis, attempting to toss him in a suplex – but Mak fires off a back elbow, catching Quiz flush in the jaw! Mak ends up with Quiz’s arm, before spinning inside, trapping his arm and poking his head underneath the game show guru’s armpit! Francis arches back, lifting all one hundred and eighty-nine pounds of Quiz over top! “Citizen Francis with a northern lights—no, another counter! Quiz’s shifting his weight… for a tornado DDT—but Francis counters sitting him atop the top turnbuckle before he could hit!”

 

“By the way, how was he lucky earlier, you flaming farm hand?”

 

“Well at least that one was original…” mumbles Riley, “Anyways, any hip toss attempt by Quiz can be turned into his ‘Survivor Driver’ and that hip toss piledriver is the ace up his sleeve!”

 

Quiz not to be out done in the countering department, dives off the top rope, swinging away in a TOP ROPE tornado DDT!! But Mak finds his way out of the facelock and pushes Quiz off, causing him to splat in the center of the ring! ‘The Franchise’ races forward, raising his leg for the high kick—or would have if Show hadn’t grabbed him by the leg causing him to fall face first to the canvas…

 

“Injustice! I just saw an injustice!!” shouts Cyclone Comet, as he shoots up to his feet and prepares to ‘handle’ the fiend that would do such a thing! “Hey, you can’t do that Comet!”

 

“And why not?”

 

“Because it’s not illegal unless the referee sees it.” Comet can only shake his caped and cowl in disgust, as Quiz goes back to the move that started it all. The dreaded and vile… side headlock. “Not this again!” shouts Comet, as Show cheers Quiz on. The game show guru REEEEALLY lays in the hold, as Francis attempts to find an out. Mak, finding no way to counter pushes his way up to a knee, as Quiz paintbrushes the back of his head. “This Quiz seems to be all about humiliation Bobby.”

 

“Yup and that’s… say it with me Comet, a good thing.” The Franchise wallows in the hold of boredom, as Quiz finally takes control of the situation and punches Mak on the top of his head, with rapid fire rabbit punches!! He drags him towards the ropes, while Show gives him a big double thumbs up, looking as much like Chevy Chase as ever. Then Quiz pushes his face down across the top rope and walks him across it! “That’s just nasty!” Quiz sets him up in the corner and then…

 

 

 

 

*slap!*

 

 

 

 

“That’s even nastier!” says Comet. “Quiz starts by simply trying to humiliate Francis, which just isn’t… just.”

 

“But it’s the start to the Quiz Show Combo! Nothing can be wrong with that!” Quiz continues with right armed forearm smash, followed by a lift of the chin—

 

*Smack!* WHOOOOOOOO!

 

—And knife-edge chop! But the Franchise with a fire in his belly grabs Quiz, and then tosses him into the corner by his neck…

 

*Smack!* WHOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Francis press his advantage, rearing back once again—

 

*Smack!* WHOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

—And hitting another devastating knife-edge chop! Quiz can’t cover up, as Mak sets him up once more, lifting his chin, like he’s going to execute him—

 

*SMACK!* WHOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

—Which he practically does with a murderous, blood vessel popping, knife-edge chop!! Mak hooks Quiz in a capture and heaves him overhead in a belly to belly suplex… that sends him more than halfway across the ring!!! “HUGE Overhead belly to belly suplex!” shouts Cyclone Comet as Riley whimpers slightly at the impact. “Francis stalks over towards the game show guru—another HUGE Overhead belly to belly!! And Quiz takes a powder on the outside.”

 

“Smart move by Quiz, as Francis has swung the momentum in his favor.”

 

Francis slides under the ropes and goes outside, as Quiz stumbles around near Show trying to regain his bearings. Mak is quickly on him, tossing Quiz into the barricade. Show backs away, as the referee shouts instructions and begins to count. Mak picks the game show host up, but doesn’t get the chance to do anything else, as Quiz kicks him in the gut and dumps him on his head in a DDT… on the OUTSIDE!!! Quiz shakes his head and slides back into the ring, garnering Long’s attention, as Show takes his cue and lays the boots to Mak!

 

Comet jumps from his seat and pulls off his head set, but luckily, Bobby how him back. Cyclone puts his head set back on in a huff. “That, game show goon and his partner—no, not his life partner Bobby…” Riley rolls his eyes to cover up him suddenly perking up. “are hoodlums and if I had my way, justice would be served!”

 

Long begins to turn around, so Quiz waves off Show and then steps around the ref, hoping over the ropes, landing on the apron. Mak pushes himself up, before Quiz springboards off the middle rope, and flips backwards in a beautiful moonsault!!!! The cameras flash as the arching Quiz lands on Mak!

 

“Monty Hall” Moonsault connects! I can take nothing away from this Quiz character, Bobby,” starts Comet, “he is a superb athlete, but a criminal none the less.”

 

The game show guy gets back up to his feet and stumbles back into the ring, as Show grabs Mak and tosses him under the bottom rope, getting a warning from Long. Quiz and the ref argue for a second as he defends his partner, but Quiz finally stops his petty bickering with the referee and then grabs Mak by the arm and leg, dragging him away from the ropes, before diving onto his rib cage with a senton! Francis lets out a startled yelp, as Quiz pops up to his feet in front of the body and, after taunting the masked member of International Incident, he back flips, landing in a beautifully executed standing moonsault!! “B-E-AU-TIFUL combination from Quiz into a cover!” shills Riley, as he beckons the ref over for a count, hooking a leg…

 

ONE…!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T

H

R—

 

No! Mak raises a shoulder, although visibly weak. “Nice senton into a standing moonsault from Quiz, who despite his attitude, is quite talented in that ring—but Mak Francis will not give up that easy, Bobby!” Riley nods his head, at his announce partner. “Yeah, the bugger just doesn’t give up…”

 

Quiz stands and taunts Mak, as Francis clutches his rib cage slightly, before trying to get up to his feet. The game show guru grabs the self proclaimed Franchise by the head and directs him towards the ropes with a few forearm shivers! As the Franchise’s back hits the ropes, Quiz slaps him across the face. “Irish whip by Quiz, after that nasty slap o’ shame—no, Mak puts on the breaks. The Franchise fires off a toe ki—caught, Quiz has him hopping around on his right foot!” calls Riley, as Mak looks to be preparing, to hit an enzuigiri! But the game show host doesn’t give him the chance to counter, dropping down to the mat and twisting Mak’s leg at a sick angle! The Franchise flops over, falling on his back, as Quiz pops up to his feet. “It looked like citizen Francis was going for an enzuigiri, but that Quiz guy—”

 

“Said, NOOOOOO WHAMMY!” Comet looks at Riley like he’s crazy. “Who would actually say ‘NOOOOOO WHAMMY!’ Riley. That’s like me saying something like BLARGE…”

 

As Francis lies on the ground, attempting to clutch his knee brace and calm the throbbing in his knee, from the Dragon screw leg whip, Quiz looks to the ropes and dashes forward, bouncing of the middle rope… “‘Wink Martindale’ Moonsault!” shills Riley, as Quiz rotates in the air… while Mak rolls out of the way!! Quiz, seeing this at the last second, tucks his legs in and lands in a surprising backflip! “Quiz, lands on his feet, just as the Franchise rolled out of the way.”

 

Mak pushes himself up to a knee, and then to his feet, as Quiz rushes forward and drags him down to the canvas with a flipping neckbreaker!! “‘Lightning Round’—whatta’ flipping neckbreaker by Quiz!” shills Riley. But Quiz is not done, as he gets up to his feet and moves towards the closest corner, stepping outside and climbing the turnbuckle! As Mak gets off ground Quiz leaps off the top rope hitting…

 

“GREAT Missile dropkick! Cover him Quiz! Cover him!”

ONE…!

 

 

 

TWO…!

 

 

 

 

T

H

R

E—

 

No! Only a LONG two count, as Mak gets his shoulder up off the canvas! Quiz gets up very upset at the kick out and yanks the self proclaimed Franchise up with him, before sending him off in a cross corner whip! “Irish whip by Quiz—no, reversal! Quiz goes barreling into the corner—boot up! Quiz is climbing the turnbuckles like he’s going for a moons—OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY CALL 911!” says Riley to steal a catch phrase, as all you can hear is a deafening chant of…

 

 

 

HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

 

 

 

Neither man is moving for what seems like minutes, until the Franchise slowly looks over towards the game show host. “A… Pop up… Spider German suplex… man, cover him Mak…” Riley can only let out a yelp, showing just how unbelievable that suplex looked. The crowd is STILL chanting as Francis crawls towards Quiz, and Show seeing this hops up onto the apron trying to distract him. Mak finally makes it over and drapes an arm on Quiz for a cover. Meanwhile Show still has the refs ear, until finally Long turns around and slides into position making the count.

“Cover… finally. That’s a damn disgrace by the way Riley. Show is just here to commit injustice after injustice, it seems. But luckily there is NO way Quiz is getting up from that…”

 

 

“ONNNEEE…!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOO…!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHH…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

—NOOOOOOOO!”

 

 

 

THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE!

THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE!

 

 

 

But it is true, because Quiz’s arm is up in the air…

 

“Dear god lets see that move again!” says Riley. “The crowd can’t believe he kicked out of that and quite frankly neither can I…”

 

“I don’t know if I want to see it again…”

 

A split screen graphic occurs, the right side showing the replay and the other showing real time action. The real time action has Quiz on his stomach, clutching the back of his neck and Mak on his back near the corner… while the SWF Replay shows—

 

==========

SWF Replay

==========

 

Quiz is shown climbing up the turnbuckles for what can only be assumed a moonsault – but as he gets up to the top, OUT OF NOWHERE, the Franchise pops up into the picture, leaps up the turnbuckle pads and snitches in a back waistlock, before GERMAN SUPLEXING El Scorcho and RELEASING HIM AT THE APEX… SO THAT HE FLIPS AND LAYS ON HIS BELLY IN A CRUMPLED HEAP OF HUMANITY…!!

 

==========

End Replay

==========

 

“And he kicked out of that… I don’t care if Show delayed him… that was a man sized kick out.”

 

Francis stands unbelieving and talks with Eddy on his hands and knees. Mak showing his inexperience bickers back and forth with the ref, as Quiz slowly but surely regains his bearings, if you could call laying on the mat that. Mak continues to argue, clapping his hands three times, over and over and over again, still not believing what did occur. The game show guru did in fact, kick out. Meanwhile, on the mat, Quiz blinks a few times, trying to shake the cobwebs out, but the Franchise doesn’t give him much time, yanking him to his feet and into a standing headscissors!! “We don’t see this very often! Citizen Francis is going for a powerbomb to put this match away!” Riley looks on, definitely worried. “If Mak hits his spiral bomb this match will have to be over! HAVE to be OVER!”

 

Mak lifts Quiz up, spinning around three hundred and sixty degrees, when suddenly Quiz rakes his eyes and lunges backwards, tossing him away in a Hurricanrana that sends Mak falling into the corner! The Franchise hits the turnbuckle head first and sits stunned as Quiz still tries to shake off the effects of that German suplex from the top rope.

 

Quiz sets him up in the corner and then…

 

 

 

*slap!*

 

 

 

“The Quiz Show Combo! Nothing can be wrong with that!” Quiz continues with right armed forearm smash, followed by a lift of the chin—

 

*Smack!* WHOOOOOOOO!

 

—And knife-edge chop! And another lifts of the chin—

 

*Smack!* WHOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Mak sits stunned in the corner as Quiz connects with the moonsault kick, finally completeling his combo.

“Quiz Show combo, now Mak is being dragged out of corner… what is Quiz setting him up for…” Quiz hops over the downed body of the self proclaimed Franchise, splitting his legs and bouncing into the air, before flipping over and landing across the belly of his opponent, the current ICTV champ! “Split-legged moonsault! What a singles win this would be for the tag team champ!”

 

 

“ONNNEEE…!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOO…!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHH…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

—NOOOOOOOO!”

 

Francis darts a shoulder up off the canvas and Quiz can’t believe it himself! “Now the table have been turned!” says Comet. “Quiz was sure he had the win, just like Francis was only moments ago!”

 

“Shut up… the diference is this time Francis won’t be able to pull something out of his ass to win… no facelocks are going to win this match!”

 

Quiz, clearly upset, pulls the Franchise up and after a forearm to the face, sends him off in an Irish whip! Thcrowd gets ready, as Quiz sets up for his… “Hiptoss Piledriver—NOOO! Blocked! Leg sweep by the Franchise—cross arm breaker!!!” yells Comet as Francis stops the hip toss and kicks Quiz’s legs from under him sliding up to his upper body and scissoring his arm. Quiz is so shocked that he doesn’t have time to attempt to block and quickly taps out to saves his arm for another day, not giving Show enough time to do anything to help him.

 

TAP!

 

TAP!

 

TAP!!!!

 

*DING! DING! DING!*

 

“The winner of this bout, by submission… moving on in the SWF World Title tournament… “THE FRANCHISE” MAAAAK FRAAAANCISsssssss!”

 

“Mak Francis pulled out the win once again with a shoot fighting type move, the juji-gatame. A very smart move as anything that didn't get a quick tap out, would have been thwarted by the nere so-well Show on the outside."

 

"Hey Riley," adds Comet, as the wrestlers clear the ring, "could Mak be sending a message to Danny Williams, a man that he has a storied history with and could quite possibly be his opponent in the next round. In fact if my notes are correct, he defeated Williams with that same more in a Ironman match.”

 

“I don’t know about all that but we’ll see him, Danny Williams that is, and the SJL World Champion in a title tournament match, coming up next!” says Bobby Riley as SWF Lockdown goes to commercial break.

[Guest Evolution]

As has been explained in the Lockdown comments, this is a rush job that I had to do due to the fact that there was some doubt in chat whether JD could show.

 

A few notes before I post this match.

 

1) Fuck no-sellers. Every character who no-sells, and no-sells often, should be fucking shot dead. Pardon my language if you will, but fuck no-sellers in their fucking asses.

 

2) That being said, I think my match was going in the right direction, I just didn't give it enough time. I was going to make it more exciting, per suggestion from Edwin, and I think I was heading in that general direction. Who knows though, right?

 

-------

 

Fade in on the King-Dome, as the Bobby Riley and Cyclone Comet discuss things over the buzzing crowd.

 

Riley: "It's about time we kept this tournament going, as we need to fit all these matches into one show! Next up is Jay Dawg against John Duran--"

 

Comet: "Who are the supportive fans supposed to cheer for? Both of these men are filled with evil!"

 

Riley: "Here's a concept: Listen to the crowd. Assclown."

 

Comet: "I was always a good juggler..."

 

"Sinner" by Drowning Pool interrupts Riley before he can make a comeback, as the crowd boos with the entrance of John Duran. Duran steps through the curtain and begins his walk down the ramp to the ring.

 

Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds, from Champaign, Illinois...THE SINNER...JOHN DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

 

As John reaches the base of the ramp, he turns to his right to a teen male. The man must watch his fair share of wrestling, as he realizes that Duran is about to do something to him, and laughs in Duran's face. "The Sinner" answers by faking out the guy, making the young boy flinch and coil back in defense of himself. Duran just laughs at the kid and then goes over to the ring, stepping up on the apron and then stepping into the ring, waiting for his opponent. The fireworks surprise some of the members of the crowd, and the pre-recorded voice rings out through North Dakota.

 

"THIS

 

IS

 

MAH

 

HOUSE!"

 

An instrument-only version of "Du Hast" plays as Jamie "Jay Dawg" Drazon steps through the curtains, keeping his head down before raising it up to face the crowd. JD lowers his head again and smiles to himself as he walks down to the ring.

 

Funyon: "And his opponent, from Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing in at two hundred and forty-three pounds...JAMIE..."JAY DAWG"...DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYZON!"

 

Drazon enters the ring, putting his hands on his side and snapping his neck from side to side. "The Hardcore Maniac" then gets a good look at Duran before going to the corner and resting for a moment, getting prepared for the match and almost taunting Duran in a way. With that, the referee turns over to the timekeeper and calls for the bell.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Drazon must be trained like one of Pavlov's dogs, because as soon as he hears the bell, he goes after Duran, catching "The Sinner" by surprise as the crowd is once again confused who to cheer for. Jamie backs Duran up into the corner and wastes no time laying in shot after shot into Duran's face, hard, stiff right hands slamming into Duran's face. John does his best to fight out of it, managing to kick Drazon far out enough to come out of the corner. Duran throws a punch at "Jay Dawg" himself, but Drazon just simply steps to the side, grabbing Duran's arm and bringing him towards JD. Jamie lifts a knee up as Duran comes in, slamming it into the ribcage of "The Sinner."

 

Riley: "Drazon is certainly giving it to Duran early in this match!"

 

Comet: "Jay Dawg is certainly not being flashy, he is just delivering justice the way justice should be delivered, through his fists!"

 

Jamie continues to batter the doubled-over Duran with punches to the back of the head before standing "The Sinner" back up again. The Canadian continues to slam his fist into Duran's face, and it's clear that Duran is feeling the full effect of the blows, as he's beginning to bleed from his nose.

 

Riley: "Look at that, Comet! Duran is bleeding from the nose, and Jay Dawg is just pounding that nose in!"

 

Comet: "I don't know if this is still justice, Drazon is beginning to get too brutal!"

 

Duran takes another punch before falling to the mat, and the ref checks on him. Duran checks himself, seeing that his nose is indeed bleeding. "The Sinner" doesn't seem very happy about this, rising to his feet and going over to Drazon, blocking the first blow that Jamie throws at him and kicking JD in the gut before hitting a DDT on "The Hardcore Maniac." John gets back to his feet, but Drazon is right there to meet him, apparently not feeling the effects of the DDT. Jay Dawg tries for a Thai Roundhouse Kick, but Duran catches his leg once again and spins him back around, hitting JD with a clothesline once he comes to face "The Sinner."

 

Riley: "Duran is starting to get some good offense in here, what can he do with this momentum?"

 

Comet: "He needs to stay on Jay Dawg!"

 

Duran begins to land punch after punch on Drazon, slamming his fist in Jamie's face as payback for earlier in the match. After a handful of shots, Duran gets back up to his feet and goes to a corner opposite of where JD lays. Duran knows that Jamie won't stay down for long, and sure enough, Drazon begins to get to his feet. Duran crouches down and waits for the right moment, but the ring positioning of JD seems all wrong. It's an afterthought as soon as Jay Dawg turns around, however, as Duran charges. John's shoulder connects with Drazon's gut and Duran takes Jamie for a ride, but Duran, exhausted from being worked over by those stiff strikes from JD, finds it hard to keep "The Hardcore Maniac" up in the air, as they both fall to the mat. Unfortunately, this is mistimed for Drazon, and he doesn't end up hitting the corner, but rather slamming his head onto the middle turnbuckle. Most of the crowd who notice it wince noticeably, but some miss it due to it happening so fast.

 

Riley: "My God! Duran just speared JD and took him all the way to the turnbuckle, but Jay Dawg didn't quite make it!"

 

Comet: "The man has to have a concussion now! Someone should check on him!"

 

Riley: "This is Jay Dawg's house though! He has beaten Duran to a bloody pulp, and despite some good shots from Duran, this turn of events is shocking!"

 

Duran slowly gets to his feet, but it's faster than Drazon is looking to rise, and "The Sinner" calls for the Ultimate Sin, to a mixed reaction.

 

Riley: "He's going to hit it! If Jamie isn't out of it now, he's about to be!"

 

Bloody nose and all, and likely to have a black eye tomorrow, Duran brings Drazon to his feet, but the force of the turnbuckle hitting the back of Jamie's head makes him almost a deadweight. Duran sticks Drazon in a standing headscissors, raising his arms in the air weakly. Duran is definitely looking like a man who just had the shit beat out of him, but he gathers whatever number wind he's on now, reaching down and wrapping his arms around the waist of Jay Dawg. Duran lifts, and even for a man that he outweighs, Duran is barely able to lift Jay Dawg on his shoulders. Duran locks the crucifix in and quickly tosses Jamie up in the air, grabbing his waist again and coming down.

 

BOOM

 

Riley: "Ultimate Sin! This could be an upset for Duran over another WF veteran!"

 

The Ultimate Sin connects, and "The Sinner" manages to stretch his legs over the shoulders of Drazon as the ref counts...

 

ONE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

Comet: "It's a miracle!"

 

Duran shrugs the legs of Jay Dawg off his shoulders, collapsing to the side in a heap, looking downright exhausted as the ref leans down and raises his arm, "Sinner" blaring through the arena once again.

 

Funyon: "Here is your winner, JOHN DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

 

John's blood leaks from his nose onto the mat, as he slowly begins to crawl to his feet. Duran raises his arms in victory, but at what cost to his poor body?

 

Riley: "That had to be the hardest win for John Duran in his career...look at that man, his nose must be broken! It was a short match, folks, but I'm sure it felt like an eternity for Duran."

 

Comet: "Justice was on the side of Jay Dawg, but evil has prevailed!"

 

Jay Dawg rises to his feet once again as Duran travels up the ramp. They meet eyes, but Jay Dawg quickly turns away, upset with himself for losing the match in what is definitely an upset. Duran wipes the blood from under his nose, slightly dried. "The Sinner" continues up the ramp, broken, battered, but able to fight another day in the tournament.

 

Riley: "Speaking of Justice, Comet, will he prevail tonight against Annie Eclectic? The main event is on the way, but there's more tournament to go, so don't go anywhere! This is Lockdown, and it's LIVE! We're in the King-Dome, baby!"

[Guest Space_Cowboy]

Well, it's not very often i have to post in one of these. Partly because i never write, but other than that because when i write a match that isn't rushed i've only lost like three times before.

 

Eh, it's pretty average, but here's my match. At least i wrote though, hopefully i don't go one and a half months before i write my next one.

 

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

 

The visage of the sold out King-Dome is once again projected to countless television sets across the globe, the latest round of commercials giving way to SWF Lockdown!

 

Comet: “Welcome back to Lockdown citizens of Earth. We’ve moved past the half-way point of tonight’s show, seven matches down and only five to go!”

 

Riley: “And I’m certainly looking forward to this next match, as Stryke puts that glorified manager Dante Crane back in his place and moves one step closer to the main event of Genesis IV.”

 

Comet: “Methinks you shouldn’t be so confident friend Riley, Dante is coming off a big hardcore victory over citizen Kibagami, and that is certainly no mean feat. Meanwhile Stryke is on a losing streak that would make BasketballASA blush, the momentum is definitely on the side of JUSTICE~! heading into this one.”

 

Riley: “Whatever, you just watch Comet, Stryke will shove your ‘justice’ right up Dante’s ass by the time this one’s over.”

 

The lights illuminating the King-Dome start to dim, the North Dakota fans immediately jumping to their feet in cheers for the next match on this loaded card. A dim blue lighting raises as Marilyn Manson’s ‘Great Big White World’ starts to play, M.W. Gacy providing soft presses of the keyboard before the vocals kick in...

 

“I'm not attached to your world, nothing heals, nothing grows... I’m not attached to your world, nothing heals... nothing grows!”

 

An explosion of white and blue pyrotechnics goes off on the stage as the song breaks into its chorus!

 

“...cause it’s a great big white world! And we are drained of our colours! We used to love ourselves! We used to love one another!”

 

Walking out from the entrance curtain and through the smoke left behind by the pyrotechnics is ‘Sick Boy’ Dante Crane, wearing his full-length leather trenchcoat. Dante heads down the aisle amidst the cheers of the crowd, but Crane is oblivious to the praise of the fans, his mind is set only on beating his opponent.

 

Funyon: “The following contest is set for ONE-FALL! Coming down the aisle, weighing in at 210lbs from Shawinigan, Quebec, please welcome ‘SICK BOY’ DANTE CRANE!!!”

 

Crane slides into the ring, removing his trenchcoat and handing it to the referee. He backs into his corner and leans against the turnbuckles, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

 

Comet: “This match is a big chance for these men to really make a name for themselves, going far in this tournament could make these men’s careers.”

 

Riley: “Well for once you’re speaking something that isn’t just insane rambling. With Frost, Thoth, TNT and my boy Flesher either leaving the fed or on sabbatical, the door is open for everyone else to step up and make their claim to be at the top of the SWF. And it all starts tonight, with the opportunity to main event the biggest show of the year these matches are the biggest in most of these men’s careers.”

 

The voice of Marilyn Manson fades away, quickly replaced as Acid Bath’s “Cheap Vodka” begins roaring to life, pulsating lights flashing around the SmarksTron before a huge wall of pyrotechnics fires up all across the stage. The sparks clear, and the crowd wastes little time in booing their lungs out as Stryke is revealed on the stage, soaking up the jeers aimed at him. The Australian looks out over the crowd with contempt on his face, before quickly making his way to the ring.

 

Funyon: “Now making his way to the ring, weighing 226lbs from Sydney, Australia, this is STRYKE!!!”

 

Multicolored spotlights dance over the crowd as Stryke makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring. Stryke rolls back to his feet before moving to the nearest corner, Stryke hopping onto the 2nd turnbuckle and raising his arms to the crowd, which only serves to draw more hatred from the fans in attendance. Stryke extends his middle finger to some of the more vocal fans, and with the crowd suitable riled up Stryke drops back to the mat, preparing himself for the match at hand.

 

Comet: “This Stryke seems to be of questionable moral character, look at the way he treats these fine citizens in the crowd. Not to mention his entrance music appears to be advertising the evil that is alcohol, the forces of good shall have to keep an eye on this one.”

 

Riley: “I expect this match to go a million miles an hour with two high-flyers in there. Dante may be one of the few in the SWF that is quicker than Stryke, but he’s at a disadvantage when it comes to both size and strength, and Stryke has the experience to take full advantage of that.”

 

Referee Kivell steps into the ring, Stryke and Crane locking eyes as Kivell motions to the timekeeper to ring the bell.

 

*DING*DING*DING!*

 

Stryke and Crane dart forward, locking up in the center of the ring! They struggle for position, but Crane knows Stryke is the stronger of the two and slips out of his grasp, getting behind Stryke and locking his arms around his waist. But before Crane can even think of following up with a move Stryke runs forward, running onto the ropes and holding on, using the spring from the ropes to shrug Dante off, Sick Boy rolling right back to his feet. Stryke turns and charges, attempting to clothesline Crane’s head into the stands, but Dante sees it coming and ducks, running at the ropes and jumping up onto the second rope. Stryke turns around to perhaps try again, only to see Crane spring back off the ropes, twisting around and crashing into Stryke with a bodypress, knocking Stryke down and keeping on top for the opening cover of the match!

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TW… NOO! Stryke isn’t about to lose that easily, kicking out forcefully.

 

Comet: “Look at them square off, a new chapter in the never-ending fight between good and evil. Like a confrontation between Batman and The Joker, Spiderman and Doctor Octopus, Cyclone Comet and Neilsen of the Jungle, this one is sure to have plenty of fireworks. But as we know, good always comes out on top in the end.”

 

Riley: “This isn’t some comic book or fairy tale Comet, there’ll be no happy ending in this one. Dante may have gotten a quick Twisting Press in, but it’ll take a lot more than that to put a two-time Hardcore Champ down.”

 

Crane anticipated the early kickout, quickly bringing Stryke up and shoving him to the near ropes, snapmaring the Australian down to the mat on the rebound. With Stryke in position Dante moves back and bounces off the ropes to pick up momentum, running back and diving over Stryke, looking for a Hennig-neck snap! But just before he can grab Stryke’s head Stryke lays back, leaving Dante to grab nothing but air! Dante athletically rolls through and comes right back to his feet, while Stryke does the same, both men up simultaneously. The quicker Dante is the first to make a move as he runs towards his opponent, but Stryke sets himself, sidestepping and interlocking his arm with Crane’s for a hiptoss! Stryke uses Dante’s momentum against him as he lifts him up and over, but Dante’s agilty again comes into play, rotating over and landing safely on his feet! Crane twists around before laying into Stryke with his lightning-fast kicks, a pair of sharp kicks to the thigh stopping Stryke in his tracks before Dante aims higher, another hard kick finding it’s target in Stryke’s mid-section, driving the air right out of the Australian.

 

Comet: “Sick Boy showing what he does best, his blistering speed keeping him one step ahead of Stryke before punishing the evil-doer with those deadly kicks of his. You can feel the force of them down here!”

 

With Stryke stunned Crane takes him by the arm and whips him to the ropes, setting himself as Stryke rebounds back before snatching him by the arm and snapping him over with an Arm Drag! A cheer goes up from the pro-Dante crowd as Stryke slams to the mat, and as Stryke stumbles back up the fans get another invitation to cheer, Stryke on the receiving end of a second Arm Drag! The increasingly woozy Stryke slowly rises to his feet again, and Dante is right on him, leaping up and locking his legs around Stryke’s head as he snaps him back in a Hurricanrana! A big pop goes up as Stryke is driven headfirst into the canvas, Crane reaching back and holding Stryke’s legs in place for the pin!

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THR… NOOO!! Stryke just kicks out, forcing Crane’s weight off his shoulders before the count reaches three.

 

Riley: “Normally it’s Stryke tactic to pick up the pace of his matches, but against Dante it may be in his interests to slow it down, take the aerial game away from Crane and force him to match power with Stryke.”

 

A chant of “SICK BOY!” begins to pick up in volume as Crane puts a quick facelock on Stryke, bringing the Australian up with him as he stands. Throwing Stryke’s arm over his head Dante lifts Stryke into the air, holding for a Vertical Suplex! But just as Stryke is at the apex of the move he has the awareness to shift his body weight, managing to slip out of Dante’s grasp and land on his feet behind him! Before Dante can even react Stryke grabs his legs, swiftly rolling him up from behind for the surprise pin!

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE… NNOOOOO!!! Dante regains his bearings in time to kick out with all his might, forcing the Australian off and sending him into the near ropes! Dante sits back up, but any joy the crowd had from Crane’s kickout is quickly wiped out, Stryke coming back off the ropes and ROCKING Dante with a seated dropkick, Stryke hitting flush with Sick Boy’s jaw!

 

Riley: “Now we’re cooking. Crane should have stuck to the hit-and-run, Stryke showing Dante he has plenty of agility himself as he escaped the Vertical Suplex, before drilling Crane in the face with that dropkick. Dante’s shown he can dish out the punishment, lets see if he can take it.”

 

Stryke rises to his feet, taking a moment to shake out the cobwebs before reaching down, dragging Crane onto his feet. Stryke doesn’t stand him up all the way though, instead taking Dante’s arm and bringing it through his legs, setting him in pumphandle position! The fans instinctively boo as they anticipate what comes next, Stryke hooking Crane’s other arm before powering Dante up, holding him parallel to the mat before slamming him down with force, right across Stryke’s extended knee! Many of the crowd wince at the sight of ‘Sick Boy’ Dante Crane being bent across Stryke knee, Dante letting out a yell as he arches his back in pain, Stryke taking a moment to glare out into the heavily booing crowd before draping himself over Crane’s shoulders for the cover, Kivell on the spot to count.

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE… NNNOOOOOO!!! Crane manages to twist his body and get his shoulder up in time, a cheer going up as the running mate of Crow keeps the match going.

 

Comet: “A lazy cover from citizen Stryke there, overconfidence has been the downfall of many a villain. This match could turn back in Dante’s favor quicker than you can say CYCLOOOOO-“

 

Riley: “Please don’t, I’ve had about enough of your shameless self-promotion for one night.”

 

Stryke grabs Crane by the hair as he stands, yanking Dante up off the mat before just about sending his head off his shoulders with a hard European Uppercut, Dante stumbling back onto the ropes from the impact! Stryke keeps up the pressure, striking Crane with a pair of right hands before landing another SAVAGE European Uppercut, the ropes the only thing supporting Crane as he drops to one knee. With Dante seeing stars against the ropes Stryke moves across the ring before running back, going to clothesline Crane right out of the ring! Stryke charges, but just before he can connect Dante regains his senses enough to react, dropping to the side and tripping Stryke up with a desperation Drop Toe Hold, Stryke landing throat-first across the middle rope! The crowd goes up as one, trying to encourage Crane to get up, and their cheers seem to have the desired effect, Dante getting to his feet and stepping out onto the apron as Stryke rolls away from the ropes, coughing and holding his throat. Things only go from bad to worse for the Australian though, as Dante grabs hold of the top rope and uses it to slingshot himself back into the ring, landing hard across Stryke’s prone body with a Senton Splash! Dante isn’t finished yet though, adrenaline flowing through his body as he rolls to his feet and continues onto the opposite ropes, jumping onto the middle rope and springing back in a Lionsault, landing across Stryke once again as he completes the Fell Swoop! The fans are electric in support of Sick Boy, Dante keeping on top of Stryke as he hooks the leg for the cover!

 

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEE… NNNNOOOOOO!!! Stryke just finds the energy to kickout, Kivell’s hand coming perilously close to hitting the mat a third and final time!

 

Comet: “Again it’s the speed and quick reaction time that put citizen Crane back on top, chaining a series of moves together and nearly picking up the win!”

 

Crane pushes himself back to his feet, stretching his back as he works out the kinks before pulling Stryke up, moving onto the ropes and using the spring to whip Stryke across the ring. Stryke won’t have any of it though, planting his feet and reversing the whip, sending Dante running instead! Crane rebounds back as Stryke steps forward, ducking his head for a backdrop, but he telegraphs it and Dante is ready, stopping and connecting with a kick to the chest of Stryke. With Stryke temporarily stunned Crane runs back onto the ropes, picking up momentum as he comes back full pace, leaping up and executing a picture-perfect Spinning Wheel Kick! The only problem is that Stryke manages to duck underneath and avoid the move! Dante lands and turns back, looking to continue his assault before Stryke can recover, but this time Stryke is prepared for him, locking his arms around Crane. A quick pop of the hips later, and Sick Boy is tossed overhead, his back slamming hard on the canvas at the hands of a Belly-to-Belly Suplex!

 

Riley: “Beautiful suplex from Stryke, combining his speed to avoid the wheel kick and his strength advantage to send Crane overhead like a ragdoll. With his all-round abilities Stryke could be a real dark horse in this tournament!”

 

Comet: “Once again you get ahead of yourself Riley, Stryke will need his full attention just to overcome citizen Crane here, as we’ve seen this match can turn around very quickly.”

 

Stryke quickly pops up to his feet, foregoing a pin as he moves to the nearest corner, the King-Dome resonating with boos as Stryke starts to scale the turnbuckle! Dante slowly starts to rise, the match clearly starting to take its toll as Stryke reaches the top turnbuckle. Dante turns to locate his opponent, just in time to see the Australian launch himself off the top, executing a frogsplash before slamming into Crane with a Crossbody! Both men fall to the canvas, but Crane is able to keep their momentum going, rolling right through the move and ending up on top of Stryke in a pinning predicament! Crane has the ring awareness to hook the leg, the fans going crazy as Kivell makes the count!

 

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEE… NNNNOOOOOOO!!! Stryke JUST regains his composure in time to kick out, Crane coming oh-so close to stealing the match then and there!

 

Comet: “What did I tell you, just when it looked like Stryke was in full control Crane comes up with a great reversal and almost steals the win, the finish could come at any time in this one.”

 

Both men get to their feet as quickly as their bodies will allow, but the effects of the Frogsplash Crossbody means Stryke gets up a fraction of a second sooner, charging in for the kill. Once again Dante is too nimble on his feet, avoiding the incoming blow from Stryke, both men continuing onto the opposite ropes. Crane and Stryke come back together, and it’s the Australian that takes the initiative, catching Dante mid-run and lifting him up in a tilt-a-whirl! But before Stryke can finish the move Crane latches his ankles around Stryke’s head, snapping him to the mat with a Flying Headscissors! A huge roar goes up as Stryke is sent flying across the ring, pulling himself up in a daze against the ropes. Dante isn’t finished yet though, right on the spot as he rails Stryke with a barrage of kicks! Hook Kick into the ribs, Crescent Kick to the side of the head, the ropes the only thing supporting the dead weight of Stryke! The crowd volume increases with each deadly kick, and Crane goes to finish Stryke off in style, setting himself for a second before backflipping, catching Stryke right under the chin with a Whipback Kick, the force sending Stryke right up and over the ropes, the Australian crashing to the concrete below in a heap! Dante meanwhile lands right back on his feet, the Fargo fans erupting in support of ‘Sick Boy’ Dante Crane!

 

Comet: “This Dante Crane is quicker than the proverbial hiccup, the only things quicker may be those kicks of his, blink and you’ll miss them!”

 

Riley: “Bah humbug, he got lucky, that’s all. Crane will wear himself out with all this flip-flop spotmonkey crap sooner or later, and that’s when Stryke’ll make his move.”

 

Stryke slowly rises on the floor, barely aware of his surrounding, and Dante looks to take advantage, grabbing onto the top rope and setting himself for a Slingshot Bodypress to the floor! Cameras flash all around the arena as Dante takes flight, but Stryke turns and sees him coming in the nick of time, Stryke diving out of the way and leaving Crane to crash unceremoniously on the hard floor! Many of the crowd ‘ooohhh’ at the impact, Crane writhing in pain on the thin padding that surrounds the ring.

 

Riley: “Dante tries his luck one too many times and he pays for it. That’s why they call it high-risk, that mistake could open the door for Stryke to take this.”

 

With the ringside fans booing and yelling obscenities at Stryke the Australian drags Crane up, before giving the fans a close-up look of their hero as he tosses him into the guardrail, pain etched across Dante’s face as his spine greets the steel. Stryke is right at home on the outside from his hardcore experience, and he shows it as he takes Crane by the arm, dragging him up and launching him towards the ring steps, the force of Dante’s back hitting the hard steel causing the steps to be dislodged out of place!

 

Comet: “I declare shenanigans on Stryke! SHENANIGANS!”

 

Riley: “Oh go shove a tape recorder up your ass. Dante’s the one that brought this to the outside, Stryke’s merely taking advantage of the situation presented to him, like any good wrestler should.”

 

Comet: “The citizens of North Dakota don’t appear to agree with your assessment, from the sounds of things they do not appreciate the underhanded tactics of Stryke. Obviously North Dakota is on the side of justice.”

 

Riley: “Pfft, North Dakota. It’s not a real state anyway.”

 

Referee Kivell’s voice is barely audible over the boos of the crowd, Kivell warning Stryke to bring the match back into the ring right now. Dante is crumpled up in pain at the edge of the ring, but soon finds himself on his feet again as Stryke begrudgingly listens to the referee, rolling Dante under the ropes before climbing in after him. Stryke stands and wastes no time in adding to Dante’s pain, laying several hard stomps in, a ‘STRYKE SUCKS!’ chant starting in full force as Stryke brings Crane to a standing base. Stryke swiftly sends Dante to the ropes, and this time there are no counters or flashy reversals from Crane, Stryke pressing Dante up before letting go and slamming him back to earth with a Samoan Drop, Stryke planting Dante in the middle of the ring with the Showstopper! Stryke drapes himself on top of Crane, Kivell making the count!

 

 

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEE… NNNNNNOOOOOOO!!! Dante finds the energy to thrust his arm into the air, a roar going up as Crane’s shoulder clears the mat in time!

 

Comet: “An impressive move from Stryke, but the determination of Dante Crane continues to shine through, this man has really impressed in his short SWF career.”

 

Riley: “It doesn’t matter how impressive he’s been, that won’t save him when Stryke is pounding away on his back some more. Dante better hope he has a few more tricks up his sleeve.”

 

Dante remains down on the mat as Stryke rises to his knees, and the Australian decides to kick things up a gear, rising and taking Crane by the legs, starting to turn him over for his Elevated Boston Crab finisher, the Event Horizon! The arena shakes with boos as Stryke tries to lock on the submission maneuver, Dante realising the trouble he’s in as he fights it with all the energy he can muster, twisting and spreading his body to deny Stryke the leverage to lock the move in! Stryke continues to attempt the move to no avail, and so leans down to get a better grip. It’s right then that Crane makes his move though, reaching up and pulling Stryke down into a roll-up, cradling him for the pin!

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEE… NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Stryke SOMEHOW manages to kick out, milliseconds before Kivell’s hand could count the three! Both men spring up quickly, Stryke trying to keep the advantage as he takes a wild swing at Crane. Dante easily sidesteps it though, getting behind Stryke and hooking his arms under Stryke’s, locking them behind his neck. Then in one smooth motion Dante lifts Stryke skyward, releasing Stryke’s right arm and turning into a facelock as Crane drops down with the Damnation DDT! A deafening ovation goes up as Stryke’s is drilled face-first into the canvas, Crane immediately rolling him onto his back and going for another cover, the fans right behind Sick Boy as they count along!

 

 

 

 

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEE… NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Again the euphorious crowd is disappointed, Stryke digging deep as he twists his body and gets his shoulders off the mat in time!

 

Comet: “Two very close near falls, Dante has turned this match on its head in the blink of an eye! One must give Stryke credit though, he refuses to go down, both these men know what’s at stake tonight.”

 

Dante gets to his knees, wiping the beads of perspiration from his face and exerting a grunt as he stands, before lifting Stryke and taking him to the corner, picking him up enough to sit him on the top turnbuckle. With Stryke set Dante turns his back to his opponent, placing his hands under Stryke’s arms as he sets for the Iconoslam! The fans rise off their seats in anticipation but Stryke isn’t about to give them what they want, the Australian trying to fight it off. Stryke lands a few quick righthands that stagger Crane slightly, but Dante is quick to recover as he spins, rocking Stryke’s jaw with a hard Spinning Uppercut! Stryke is nearly knocked right off the ropes, but Crane takes care of that for him, taking him by the arms and pulling him off the turnbuckles, the fans once again going up as Stryke is buried into the mat with the Iconoslam! Dante slumps back against the turnbuckle, starting to tire as the match continues on, but as he sees Stryke motionless on the mat Dante looks at the turnbuckle, Crane getting thoughts of finishing this one right now as he steps onto the apron and starts ascending the turnbuckles!

 

Riley: “Oh crap…”

 

Comet: “Oh yes, I think citizen Crane has had enough for one night, he’s going to wrap this one up with The Cure! An order of Diving Headbutt coming right up for Stryke!”

 

Not one chair is filled in the King-Dome as the crowd rises to their feet, a deafening ovation head all around the arena as Dante reaches the top, Stryke still showing no signs of life! Dante clasps his hands in prayer and bows his head, before launching himself off the top, surrounded by camera flashes as he falls towards Stryke…

 

 

 

…only to eat nothing but canvas as Stryke rolls out of the way at the last second!

 

Riley: “YES! Come on Stryke, now’s your chance, Dante just crashed and burned big time!”

 

The crowd’s elation is quickly deflated as Dante misses The Cure, both men now barely moving on the mat, the crowd clapping as they try and encourage Crane to get up, Kivell with no choice but to start a ten count for both men.

 

ONE…

 

 

TWO…

 

 

THREE…

 

 

FOUR…

 

…Stryke is the first to stir, rolling onto his hands and knees, muscles straining as he starts to push himself up…

 

FIVE…

 

 

SIX…

 

…Stryke is on his knees and almost up, but Dante also begins to move, starting to roll to the nearest ropes…

 

SEVEN…

 

 

EIGHT…

 

…Stryke is up to the displeasure of the crowd, the Australian blocking the pain out of his mind as he turns to find Crane, who has reached the ropes and is using them to pull himself up! Dante gets to his feet as he supports himself on the ropes, a cheer going up as Kivell stops the count! Dante has his back turned though, and Stryke takes advantage as he charges over and lands a forearm to his back, dropping him to his knees once again. Stryke drags Crane to the near corner, before going to whip him across the ring. Crane has other ideas though, reversing the whip and sending Stryke for the ride instead. Dante chases after as Stryke reaches the corner, but before he can hit the pads Stryke jumps up, landing on the second turnbuckle and moonsaulting back, looking to catch Dante around the neck for a reverse DDT! Crane is prepared though, quick enough to duck under, leaving Stryke to land back on his feet. Stryke turns, and Crane looks to decapitate him as he launches a big Roundhouse Kick! The only problem is Stryke catches his leg before it can make contact! Stryke holds it for a second as he decides what to do, but that’s a second too long as Crane leaps up, catching Stryke in the side of the head with an Enzuigiri, the Australian flopping to the mat like a dead fish!

 

Comet: “Citizen Crane again proves too quick for the Australian, I doubt he even saw that Enzuigiri coming! Dante refuses to say die, just like any good hero should.”

 

As Stryke slowly climbs back to his feet Dante draws on every little bit of adrenaline he has left, standing and positioning himself behind Stryke. Stryke gets up and Crane makes his move, looking for a Full Nelson as he goes for the Ethereal Suplex! The fans almost literally blow the roof off the King-Dome with cheers as Crane tries to lock his Dragon Suplex in, but Stryke struggles and fights with all the energy he has left, knowing if he gets caught in this it’s over. Crane can’t quite get it locked in, and so changes his approach, letting go of Stryke’s arms and locking them around his waist, lifting Stryke over for a German Suplex instead! Stryke is thrown overhead, but incredibly is able to rotate over, landing safely on his feet behind Crane! Dante turns, expecting Stryke to be folded up in a heap, but is quickly surprised as Stryke gets a double leg takedown, quickly adjusting his grip and turning Crane over into the Event Horizon!

 

Riley: “Stryke escapes the Ethereal Suplex and transitions right into the Event Horizon! He’s got Dante turned, this is it!”

 

Crane yells out in pain as Stryke sits down in the hold, the Boston Crab quickly sapping the life out of Dante as he frantically reaches out towards the ropes. Pain is searing through his body as he crawls forward inch by perilous inch, the ropes seeming so close yet so far away.

 

Riley: “Come on Dante, tap out, save yourself for the rest of the tournament!”

 

Dante tries to block out the pain as he reaches out with all his might, but Stryke just continues to put more and more pressure on the neck and back of Crane, refusing to let him escape! Finally Dante has no choice, tapping his hand on the mat as he submits!

 

*DING*DING*DING!*

 

Stryke lets go of the hold, dropping to his knees exhausted from the match. Kivell raises Stryke’s arm in victory, the boos of the crowd not bothering him a bit as he moves into the Winner’s bracket of the tournament.

 

Riley: “How dare these fans boo the fine performance Stryke put on tonight! They’re soiling a fine arena like the King-Dome with their very presence, King should have them kicked out and replaced with fans who appreciate real talent.”

 

Comet: “You mean replace them with nefarious ass-kissing simpleton’s like yourself?”

 

Riley: “Exactly. Wait, what?”

 

Comet: “Nevermind. Dante Crane put on a great performance tonight, but fate was not on his side as he falls just short of victory. This tournament is double elimination though, so Crane’s shot at the Genesis main event is still alive. Now lets go to a commercial for the latest in Cyclone Comet merchandise!”

[Dace59 0]

Well, fuck my ultra shitty ending in the ass. I really shouldn't have crammed. It probably blew my chances of winning with the highly rushed end.

 

----

Comet: "Citizens, we're ready once again for another honourable bout in this grand tournament."

Riley: "Yes Cyclone, that's all well and good. But the fans just want a good fun wrestling match."

 

Comet: "How can you have fun without honour?"

Riley: "Very easily. Well, we've got a duo that have gone head to head many times in tag team matches, but only once in a one on one contest. But that was back in the JL so who the hell cares about that one."

 

Comet: "I shall have to do something if that scoundrel wants to deface the national anthem again. "

Riley: "No you won't Comet. You're not allowed to any more."

 

Comet: "But I must right such wrongs."

Riley: "Don't worry, it'll get taken care off, but not everyone is as... good as you are."

 

Funyon: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following one on one contest will be for one fall and is first round bout in the World Title Contendership Tournament!..."

 

Funyon: "Introducing firstly, from Sarasota, Florida, weighting in at one hundred and eighty eight pounds... a member of the Magnificent Seven ... SWF UNITED STATES CHAMPION ... EJIRO FASAKI!"

 

OHHHHHH SAYYYYYYYYYY CANNNNNNNNNN YOUUUUUUUUU SEEEEEEEE!

 

BBBBBBOOOOOOOO!

 

The Starspangled Banner peels into life across the PA system, as Ejiro steps out onto the ramp.

In a Rule jersey and with his US Title Belt around his waist, he strides down the ramp, waving on the boos as he steps into the ring.

 

Climbing into the ring, he lofts his Title into the air, to more booing and jeering from the fans, before handing it over and taking the house mike.

 

Ejiro: "You people make me sick, you know that, booing me, and your own national anthem, yet you cheer some of the most dangerous and disgusting characters the fed lets walk through it's doors."

 

FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI!

 

Funyon: "And his opponent, from Birmingham, England, weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds... a member of the Unholy Trinity ... DACE 'HORRORCORE' NIGHT!

 

YYYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

 

Justifiable Homicide roars into over the sound system as Dace sprints down the ramp towards the ring, diving under the bottom rope, he slides into the , heading straight for Ejiro, as Funyon steps out of the ring and Referee Hardcastle waves for the bell.

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

Bounding full speed into the ring, Dace throws himself round into a spin, aiming his elbow towards Ejiro's head, but the US Champ ducks, and swings himself around the other way, aiming the point of his elbow for the back of Night's head, but Dace ducks, and slips behind Ejiro, clamping on a Rear Waistlock.

 

Quickly dropping to the mat, Fasaki rolls forwards, taking Dace over with a Rolling Prawn Cradle, but Dace rolls straight through, shifting his grip back to a Rear Waistlock, Horrorcore shoots back to his feet, dragging Fasaki with him. Moving his arms up and wrapping them around Ejiro's left arm, Dace dives forwards, trying to pull him down into a Fujiwara Armbar.

 

Desperately throwing himself off his feet, Ejiro makes a spin around Night's body, pulling Dace's arm out infront of him, quickly hooking an arm around his head and looking for a Heel Trip to take him down with an STO, but Dace shoves him away, and then the two men twist on their heels, clockwise and anti clockwise and two elbows crash together in mid air.

 

CCCCRRRRAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!

 

RRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: "These two certainly starting face, keeps the fans happy. Now, if they can both do this in the way of justice, we will have a good match up. What is this Horrorcore thing anyway Citizen Riley?"

Riley: "I can give you some tapes, but you might find them.. a bit strong for you...Anyway, Dace and Ejiro trade moves, all around those Spinning Elbow Smashes, Dace obviously taking a game plan from Danny Williams' encounters with Fasaki, but that could cost him if Ejiro gets wise."

Comet: "I most certainly do not watch pornography Citizen Riley."

 

Staring at each other for a long moment, with their elbows still pressed against each other in the air before they finally break apart. Night lunges forwards for a lock up, but Fasaki side steps and leaping into the air, plasters the back of his foot into Night's head, sends him toppling to the mat with an Enzuigiri.

 

OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Throwing himself into the ropes, Ejiro comes back, full steam ahead to drives his knee into Dace's face as he struggles to his feet, snapping his head backwards and driving him back to the mat. Standing over his opponent, Ejiro raises himself up on his tip topes and drops his whole body weight knee first across Horrorcore's forehead.

 

BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Comet: "That really isn't on, hitting a man when he's down."

Riley: "Hey, Ejiro took control fair and square with that Enzuigiri now he's working the advantage."

 

Pulling Dace back into a sitting position by his hair, the US Champ draws his leg back and rams it full force into Horrorcore's scarred face, snapping his head back once more. Stepping a leg over Night's shoulders, the US Champ falls back, locking his legs around Night's head and twisting his neck to the side.

 

Grasping at Fasaki's legs, trying to force them from around his neck, Dace rolls his body over on the mat, carrier the lighter Ejiro with him onto his front and bring his head up from the now much loser grip, but Ejiro kicks out backwards, slamming the flat of his boot into Night's face, knocking him sprawling.

 

BBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOO!

 

Riley: "Hah, that'll teach him. Dace is underestimating Ejiro Fasaki and now he's paying for it."

 

Spring back to his feet Ejiro paces around Dace slowly as he struggles back to his feet, waiting til the last moment to throw his body through the air, smashing it heel first into Dace and knocking him right back down to the mat.

 

Dragging Dace back to his feet, Ejiro holds into his arm, whipping him away only to drag him right back via that arm, into a Front Facelock, spinning to the side looking for a Neckbreaker, but Night rolls with it, taking the US Champ back over for the three sixty, locking his arms around Fasaki's waist.

 

Looking to snap backwards with a Northern Lights Suplex, Dace digs his heels into the canvas, but Ejiro slams a knee up into his rib cage, forcing all the air out of his body. Quickly clamping on a Facelock, Ejiro drops back, spiking Dace with a DDT.

 

FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI!

 

Comet: "These people showing that they know to well that a villain Ejiro Fasaki is."

Riley: "Ejiro hasn't cheat yet damn it. Once again he's one step ahead of Dace reversing out of the Northern Lights with a good old DDT."

 

Back on his feet, Ejiro rains down a hail of boots into Night's face and head, lashing out again and again at him. With on last sharp kick into the side of the head, he backs up, patting his feet as he waves, motioning for Dace to try and get up.

 

Clutching at his head, Horrorcore rolls onto one knee slowly, trying to shake out the beats even as Ejiro breaks into a charge from across the ring, aiming straight for that face once again....

 

SMACK!

 

OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!

 

...Throwing his arms up in desperation, Dace blocks the knee from ramming into his face yet again. Launching his body forwards, he desperately clutches at Ejiro's legs, tackling him down into the mat, and trying to force all the weight he can downwards as Hardcastle slides in to count a possible fall.

 

......ONE!

 

But Fasaki shifts his weight, rolling them both of them over and comes out sitting on top of Night's chest.

 

......ONE!

 

Pushing his upper body from the mat, Night rolls Fasaki off his chest and back first to the mat between his legs.

 

 

......ONE!

 

Pushing off the mat into a back roll, Ejiro stops half way through and in a flash rolls back forwards, catching Dace's legs and pushing them over his body, pinning him to the mat.

 

......ONE!

 

Wriggling his legs under Ejiro's body, Dace kicks them out, throwing Fasaki up into the air and forcing him into a handstand and a roll out as Dace scrambles away on the mat.

 

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

 

Not even daring to wait for the US Champ to get back to his feet, Dace frantically lunges for him, clamping his hand in a Rear Waistlock, even before Fasaki has finished standing, but before he can snap backwards, Fasaki hammers an elbow backwards into his face, once, twice, three times, breaking his grip.

 

Spinning around Dace, Ejiro grabs his tights and rolls him up with a School Boy, with a huge handful of tights for leverage as Hardcastle dives in.

 

.......ONE!

 

 

.......TWO!

Kickout!

 

YYYYYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHHH!

 

Riley: "Ejiro getting smart with the first real pin attempt he makes."

Comet: "He's cheating that a true villain, it must not be allowed to go on. And why didn't he try for a pin earlier when he was in control then Citizen Riley?"

Riley: "I hate to say it, but Dace Night is a tough son of a bitch and Ejiro is smart enough to know that. He know he's going to have to wear him down first."

 

Once more landing a heavy kick square into Horrorcore's already scarred face, Ejiro hauls him back onto his feet, before firing him off across into the turnbuckles. Following him in, Fasaki starts to unload Elbow Smashes with that padded right arm.

 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

 

FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI!

 

The ref starts a five count as Ejiro slips onto the apron and forces Dace throat first across the top rope, holding him there in a choke.

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

FOUR!

 

 

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

 

At the last second, Fasaki leaps up, and still holding onto Night's head, dives down with all his weight, landing on the apron and snapping Dace's throat across the top rope.

 

BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Rolling back in under the ropes, Fasaki drags Night's body out of the corner, before throwing himself into the ropes, springboarding backwards of the second rope, looking for a Lionsault, but crashes down and eats nothing but mat, with a thud.

 

YYYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHH!

 

Riley: "Hah, Ejiro beating on Dace with his own Elbow Smashes. It's all about revenge."

Comet: "But justice shows it cause as Dace avoids that Moonsault thingy. And what revenge?"

Riley: "This is the first chance either member of Justice and Rule have had to get their hands on Dace or Va'aiga since they stole the Tag Titles. You gotta know Ejiro Fasaki wants pay back!"

 

Grabbing onto the ropes, Dace drags himself up slowly, still dazed from Ejiro's assaults, even as the US Champ gets back to his feet, fingering his ribs after the impact on the mat. Shooting himself off the ropes, Dace throws a wild haymaker of a Lariat, forcing Fasaki to duck under it, even as Night twists on his heel.

 

CRACK!

 

Driving his elbow into the back of Fasaki's head, Dace loops an arm under his leg and another around his waist, easily lifting one hundred and ninety pounds up into the, taking Ejiro over head with a Backdrop Suplex.

 

Pushing back up to his feet, Night shakes out his head, taking in deep gulps of air, as he watches Ejiro Fasaki climb back to his feet. Grabbing him by the back of head and pants, Dace rams a knee as hard as possible into his chest.

 

OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

 

Turning him over and lifting him up, Dace slams him down back first across his knee. Rather than letting Ejiro fall for the mat, Dace stands him back up, and winding back his arm, Lariats him in the back of the head, smashing him down to the mat.

 

Patting his own knee, Dace drops forwards, driving his knee into the back of Ejiro's head with a crunch, in so small measure of payback.

 

Comet: "Looks like Dace is getting some payback of his own. Don't do it, just try to win in the best way you can."

Riley: "Payback is payback Comet. Dace is just lucky he managed to roll out of the way. He's got to keep this advantage and win. That's not easy against our US Champ right here."

 

Taking hold of the US Champ by the ankles, Horrorcore pulls Fasaki's legs up off the mat, sliding his head between them, standing up at the same time, he straddles Ejiro across his shoulders.

Just like the tag match months ago, Ejiro pushes off with his hands, shifting his weight.

 

Dropping his weight, his leg comes down across Night's neck and shoulder, diving towards the mat for a Fasaki Fuser, but this time Dace grabs onto Ejiro and pushes back up against him, managing to stop him before he eats the canvas. Throwing Ejiro's other leg over his shoulder, Dace stands back up, with Fasaki ready for a Powerbomb.

 

YYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

 

However, Ejiro pushes off once again, shoving his body backwards, catching Dace in a Front Facelock as he falls to the mat, spiking him with another DDT.

 

BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Comet: "It's good to see people still now how to use good old fashioned and honest wrestling moves well."

Riley: "Ermm, yer, sure Comet. That's it Ejiro, you stay one step ahead, and he can't hurt you. Dace blocks the shoulder high Fasaki Fuser, only to get a DDT instead."

 

Holding onto the Facelock, Ejiro rolls through, dragging Dace along with him, back to his feet. Pulling one of Night's arms out across his chest, and changing the Facelock into an arm across his throat, sweeps his leg, slamming Dace down to the mat with an STO.

 

Rolling to his side, grabbing one of Night's legs and putting all his weight onto his shoulders, Ejiro makes a cover.

 

......ONE!

 

 

 

 

......TWO!

 

 

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

 

......1/2!

 

 

 

Kickout!

 

YYYYYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

 

Throw away by the kick, Ejiro throws his whole body weight backwards, slamming into the ropes and shooting off like a pinball, as Horrorcore gets to his knees and starts to stand, Ejiro hammers home a full speed knee to the chest.

 

CRUNCH!

 

Sagging forwards slowly, his whole body balanced across Fasaki's knee, Dace gasps for a moment before collapsing sides ways to the mat.

 

Comet: "Is this going to be Ejiro making an honest winner out of himself?"

Riley: "Jesus that had to hurt! Ejiro goes for a running knee to the face, and instead catches Dace Night full force in the chest."

 

Hooking a leg, Ejiro makes a cover.

 

......ONE!

 

 

 

 

......TWO!

 

 

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

 

......1/2!

 

 

 

 

......3/4!

 

 

 

 

 

.......Kickout!

 

YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Not wasting time with frustration, Ejiro pulls Night straight back to his feet, into a Standing Headscissors, and underhooks both arms, looking for an Ejirocation.

 

Riley: "Dace could be injured and Ejiro is looking to take advantage of it in the biggest way he can!"

 

Locking his hands, the US Champ digs his heels into the mat, but Night sinks to his knees, half blocking the move, half collapsing. Rather than struggling to drag Dace back up, Ejiro releases his hold and backs, and starts to pound his padded right elbow.

 

FU FASAKI! CLAP! CLAP! FU FASAKI! CLAP! CLAP!

 

Throwing himself around into a clockwise twist, Fasaki launches the point of his elbow out towarsd Night's head for a Screaming Elbow....

 

WWOOOSSSHHHH!

 

YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHH!

 

...Ducking under the blow, Dace makes an anti clockwise spin, with one arm clutching at his chest, and cracks his elbow into Ejiro's head with a Rolling Elbow.

 

CCCCRRRAACCCKKKK!

 

Riley: "Damn it, Dace ducks the Screaming Elbow and nails a Roaring Elbow. Just not right."

Comet: "It was a fair come back Citizen Riley, you have to support that."

 

Both men tumble to the mat like two sacks of bricks, holding their heads and chests respectively.

Hardcastle starts a count as the fans will them back onto their feet.

 

STOMP! STOMP!

 

ONE!

 

STOMP! STOMP!

 

TWO!

 

STOMP! STOMP!

 

THREE!

 

LET'S GO DACE!

 

FOUR!

 

LET'S GO DACE!

 

FIVE!

 

GET UP DACE!

 

SIX!

 

GET THE FUCK UP!

 

SEVEN!

 

GET THE FUCK UP!

 

EIGHT!

 

Grunting with the strain, both men roll over and push themselves up, breather hard, but with legs strong and steady. Ejiro faints a kick, the throws his feet out from under himself, aiming for Night's knee, but Horrorcore side steps at the last moment. Pouncing on Fasaki, Dace brings him back to his feet and drills an Elbow Smash into his face.

 

CRACK!

 

Wrapping an arm around his head in a Front Facelock, Dace throws Ejiro's arm across his shoulders, and grabbing his tights, lifts him all the way up into the air, holding him for just a moment, before dropping down sharply, dumping Ejiro on his neck.

 

YYYYYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: "Ohh, there's that nasty Brainbuster again as Dace makes a come back. I really don't approve of the foul language of some of these fans though Citizen Riley. They back the right people, but they shouldn't go about it like that."

Riley: "I'm sure someone will look into it. But Dace is stalling. He's still hurting that beating Ejiro gave him."

 

Stay down on the mat after planting the US Champ on his neck, Dace has a take a moment before rising back to his feet again. As Fasaki turns over onto his hands on knees, trying to get back to his feet, Horrorcore jumps on his back, clamping on a Rear Waistlock, hauling Ejiro to his feet and over head in one swift motion, dumping the US Champ on his neck and shoulders yet again, while holding on for the bridge.

 

......ONE!

 

 

 

......TWO!

 

 

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

 

......1/2!

 

 

 

 

...Kickout!

 

BBBBBOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Riley: "That one has to show Dace is hurting, normally he does those huge Release Germans, but he held on and went straight for the pin. He wants out of here, I can tell."

Comet: "Are you sure he's just not trying to win anyway? Justice can strike at any time you know."

 

Not letting Fasaki escape across the mat, Night grabs hold of his arm, wrenching back to his feet by it, doubling his grip, Dace whips Ejiro across the ring still hold his arm. Rather than drag him back in, Dace barrels after him, and levels him with a Lariat to the back of the head.

 

Still keeping his grip, Dace drags Ejiro across the ring into the corner, before pulling him back to his feet. Clamping on a Front Facelock, Dace lifts Ejiro up into the arm, before throwing him forwards, sending him crashing gut first across the top rope, before backing up along the ring.

 

Riley: "What's Dace planning here? He just hung Ejiro out to dry by the corner, now what... oh god ..NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

Breaking into a full speed charge, which lines himself up with the turnbuckles, only Ejiro Fasaki's head is in the way, rising his boot, Dace looks to crush that head between the top turnbuckle and his boot....

 

 

OOOOOHHHHHHHH!

 

SMACK!

 

...But at the last second, Ejiro slides off the top rope, avoiding a skull splitting moment, as Dace collides full speed with the turnbuckles. Rolling himself back into the ring, Ejiro makes sure Dace doesn't make any quick moves, unleashing a wave of elbows into his back and head.

 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

 

Pulling Dace back out from the corner slightly, Ejiro steps infront of him, reaching back and looping his arm around Night's head, sprints forwards, scaling up the turnbuckles, and flipping backwards off the top, but at his peak, Dace steps backwards, suspending a helpless Fasaki in mid air.

 

Stepping away from the corner, Dace turns around, looking to drive Ejiro into the mat like a nail, but the US Champ twists his weight, turning around Dace's head and diving back to the mat, pulling Horrorcore down with him and spiking him yet again with a DDT.

 

FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI!

 

Comet: "That looked to be a very interesting move Fasaki was attempting, but he was almost too flashy for his own good."

Riley: "It was the Ejirocution, and once again Dace shows he can't keep pace with Ejiro as he takes another counter DDT. "

 

Quickly scrambling over Night's body, Ejiro hooks his legs for the cover, as the ref dives in.

 

......ONE!

 

Reaching his legs back into the corner, Ejiro hooks them over the ropes.

 

......TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

 

 

......1/2!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.......3/4!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

......9/10!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

......TH-BREAK!

 

At the last moment before the three count, Hardcastle looks up for just a second and catches Ejiro with his feet on the ropes.

 

YYYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: "All evil doers really should learn that crime doesn't pay!"

Riley: "Bah, Ejiro has taking advantage of a situation to win."

 

Now looking extremely pissed off, Fasaki ignores the ref as he yells at him, just focusing in on Dace Night. Hauling him back into some sort of standing position, Ejiro takes hold of his arm, and springing into the air, levels him with an Enzuigiri.

 

Holding on, Ejiro rolls though, dragging Dace back up by that air, and leaping again, nails a second Enzuigiri. Still holding on, he rolls though again, and heaves Dace back to his feet, leaping into the nail and just nailing him in the back of the head as he can with a third Enzuigiri, rolling straight through, cradling Dace up into a cover in the middle of the ring.

 

BBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

......ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

......TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

 

 

 

......1/2!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

......3/4!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

......9/10!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

......THRRRREEEE-NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Riley: "Ejiro just rearranged the inside of Dace's brain with those Rolling Enzuigiri's and the bastard still kicks out!"

Comet: "Nothing can stop the powers of light and goodness Citizen Riley."

Riley: "Comet, I'm gonna feed you bloody Kyrpotonite in a minute. I knew I should have given Ejiro that special pep talk before the match."

 

Pounding the mat in frustration, Ejiro holds three fingers up to Hardcastle, yelling at him, as Dace lays almost motionless on the mat.

 

GET UP DACE! GET UP! GET UP DACE! GET UP! GET UP DACE! GET UP!

 

Grabbing Dace up the hair, Ejiro pulls him into a Standing Headscissors with a grunt, lifting a knee into his ribs, not driving it home, but to try and keep him standing. Reaching under with his arms into a Double Underhook, Fasaki spits on Horrorcore's back as he goes to drill him into the mat.

 

Ejiro pulls back with a snap, Dace rises up off the mat, almost high enough for Ejiro to drop back with, before sagging back to his feet. Fasaki tries again, even more violently than before, but this time Dace sandbags completely and doesn't move an inch.

 

YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

 

In anger and frustration, Fasaki releases one of Night's arms, and spins to the side, diving to the mat, dragging Dace down beside him. Looking his legs around the arm he holds, Fasaki reaches other, trying to hook Dace's other arm around his throat for the Cobra Crossface.

 

Riley: "That's it Ejiro, Dace is boned now, he might still be avoiding getting an Ejirocation, but he's gonna tap out to the Cobra Crossface!"

 

Locking his arm, and shaking his head from side to side, Dace does all he can to try and avoid being locked in the Cobra Crossface, as the US Champ grips at his wrist, trying to pull it around his throat. Ejiro pulls on pulls, no wanting to remove he grip to try something else incase Dace tries something else.

 

In a flash Fasaki changes his mind, releasing his grip, and brings both his arms over Night's head, slamming them down together, but pushing on the with his free arm, Dace barley moves his head and body to the side, and Fasaki's fists crash into the mat. Now grabbing Ejiro buy the wrists, Dace pushes his knees under himself and rolls to his feet, pulling Ejiro across his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry.

 

Standing up it his full height, gritting his teeth against the throbbing in his head, he almost leaps upwards, as he launches Fasaki off his shoulders. Catching him in mid air, almost like a Powerslam, Horrorcore leaps off his feet and dives forwards, crushing Ejiro into the mat with a Maori Drop.

 

YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Riley: "DAMN IT! Dace counters the Cobra Crossface with a Fireman's Carry Maori Drop. This can't be happening. "

Comet: "What's a Maori Drop when it's at home? Sounds like a drink to me Citizen Riley! And drinking is evil!"

 

Holding on to Fasaki as it's the only thing he can do, Dace makes the cover as the fans call along.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TTHHHRRRR-OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Wriggling his left shoulder free and up from the mat, Ejiro just kicks at, being just as close to defeat as Dace was just moments ago.

 

Both men lay flopped on the mat like dead fish, no movement at all from either of them, as Hardcastle once again start a count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

FIVE!

 

SIX!

 

SEVEN!

 

Twitching and stirring beings, as both men try to come to their feet.

 

EIGHT!

 

NINE!

 

Rolling over, they force themselves up onto hands and knees, then back to their feet just before the ten count falls.

 

YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Riley: "Come on Ejiro, you know you're in better condition, you know you've got more left, one last push will finish him off. Just go for it."

 

Barrelling forwards like a raging bull, Dace tries to catch Ejiro before he can get his balance, swing his elbow around to deal a crushing blow, but Fasaki side steps, twisting on his heel even as Dace starts to throw himself into a spin. Ejiro was first off the mark, sending a Screaming Elbow smashing home.....

 

THWWOOOSSSHHHH!

 

 

...Into thin air Dace ducks on last time, catching Ejiro as he spins and exposes his back. Slipping on a Rear Waistlock, Dace throws himself backwards, and just happens to take Ejiro along with him, sending him sailing through the air and across the, until he hits the mat with a thud.

 

DACE F'N' NIGHT! DACE F'N' NIGHT! DACE F'N' NIGHT!

 

Dragging himself back to his feet, Dace Night strides slowly across the ring, trying to keep himself upright as he picks Ejiro up from the mat. Forcing him into a Standing Headscissors, Dace drags him straight up as fast as he can manage and launches Fasaki down into the mat without a pause for balance, drilling him with a huge Powerbomb, before collapsing on top oh him for the cover.

 

YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEE!

 

Ejiro's shoulder rolls off the canvas, and Hardcastle's hand comes down for the three, to late to stop, so he instantly shoots his hand in the air, two fingers up.

 

NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Comet: "That referee must be under mob control, someone has to go and sort it out!"

Riley: "No so fast, that was a fair damn kick out! Ejiro proving just how damn tough he is."

 

Grabbing Fasaki by the head, Dace pulls him back up to his feet, booting him in the gut, doubling him over. Double Underhooking his arms, and lifting Ejiro into the air, falls backwards, spiking him straight on his head, letting him collapse to the mat, and collapsing beside him, flopping an arm across his chest, as Hardcastle makes the count again.

 

OOONNNEEEE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

TTTWWOOOOO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Funyon: "Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner ... DDDAAACCEEEE NNNIIIIGGGHHTTTT!"

 

Justifiable Homicide roars into life across the arena as the ref lifts one of Horrorcore's arms into the air, before letting it drop, as both Dace and Fasaki lay in the ring, complete unmoving.

 

Comet: "See Citizen Riley, the forces of good and right come out on top in the end."

Riley: "Yer, well that took everything Dace had in him, and Ejiro came back asking for more untill the very end. Not to mention it was just luck that Dace avoid losing so many times earlier in the match."

 

Fade out.

[Justice 0]

Just saw this thread. Oops.

 

One time, at band camp, I only had three hours of free time (Which doesn't include lunch or dinner) before 11:00 P.M any given day. This ended up killing me big time . The match is really rushed (Due to me staying up to 4 A.M. the night before to do the majority of it), I still haven't gotten the hang of Comet, my bones are aching, and generally it's one huge spotfest instead of what I really wanted it to be. Enjoy. Or probably not. *Slinks back into his loser's den*

_____________________________________________________________________________

 

And we come back from a commercial break to the sight of the Kingdome in Fargo, North Dakota for a post PPV edition of Lockdown! The crowd begins to rile up as we get closer and closer to our Main Event! A graphic of the two foes appears on the screen: One is of a red haired woman of Japanese decent, holding a Kendo stick over her shoulder with a look of determination on her face. The other of an older man, closely cropped beard and hair, his features stony and bitter as he turns to the side and looks down his nose at the camera. The title below it:

 

HARDCORE QUEEN VS. JUDGE MENTAL

 

We go down to the announcer’s table, where the familiar Bobbie Riley and the not-so-familiar CYCLOOOOOOOOOOOOONE COMET~! await us.

 

“Welcome back, fair citizens, for the Main Event of SWF Lockdown!” chimes in the ever-cheerful Comet, “We’ve seen some spectacular matches already, with some positively heroic showings from the JLers. But now it’s time for grudge match of TITANIC proportions!”

 

“Indeed, there’s definitely no love lost between Judge Hearford and Annie Eclectic. These two were going at long before that woman had to hide her face behind that damn mask.”

 

“Ho ho there, Citizen Riley. I think it quite apparent that was the only way she could avoid some very biased booking. You can’t fault Citizen Eclectic for wanting a fair shot.”

 

“I’ll fault her for whatever I want. At any rate, she’s going to receive a major ass-kicking at the hands of the Judge tonight, no matter what she puts on.”

 

*DING DING DING*

 

“The following MAIN EVENT is scheduled for ONE FALL! Entering first…”

 

Over the arena PA system comes a faint but familiar drumbeat as the place begins to turn a deep red. The beat plays louder and louder, crescendoing to a peak until-

 

“NOW TESTIFY!”

 

Rage Against the Machine’s “Testify” starts up in mid-song as three sets of red pyros go off on either side of the stage, and the Judge enters out to a massive wave of heat. But the old man doesn’t even glance at them; he’s solely concentrating on the job at hand here.

 

“Now entering the ring, weighing in at 242 pounds and hailing from Royal Oak, Michigan, he is one half of JUSTICE AND RULE. He is THE JUDGE, WILLIAM HEEEEEEARFOOOOOOOOOORD!”

 

“Citizen Hearford looks to be supremely focused tonight,” notes Comet, scratching imaginary whiskers on his mask-covered chin, “Obviously he’s been thinking about this match for a long while.”

 

“Of course he would! Him and Annie mix as well as gin and battery acid.”

 

“Interesting analogy there…”

 

“It’s true. These two are worst enemies, and. I’m sure if the Judge had to win only one match against anyone in this tourney it would be Annie E.”

 

The old man quickly enters the ring, ascending the steps and going over to his turnbuckle without uttering so much as a word to the ref, Matty Kivell. He begins his usual stretching, the crowd still giving him a few boos, but they are interrupted by the sound of synthesized trumpets! The crowd EXPLODES into cheers as Andrew W.K.’s “I Get Wet” hits the speakers, and it only gets louder from there as the Hardcore Queen comes out spinning a Kendo Stick over her head!

 

“Now entering the ring, weighing in at 175 pounds and hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana, she is a former Hardcore, US, and ICTV CHAMPION. She is ANNIE ECLEEEEEECTIC!”

 

She slaps a few hands on her way down to the ring, a grin on her face as big as the Bokken in her hand; she’s definitely glad to be back as herself.

 

“And here she is, the Hardcore Queen herself, Annie Eclectic! She certainly looks happy to be coming back like this. As Beezel she flew high, but she certainly has her sights set on the top spot at Genesis right now.”

 

“She won’t be getting there anytime soon, though,” says Bobbie, “Eclectic wouldn’t make it past Xero because of her damn back injuries. I-“

 

“Incorrect, Citizen Riley,” interrupts Comet as Annie gets down to ringside and hands her Kendo stick out to one lucky fan, “I was able to procure some inside information from one of my ‘informants’, who said that those problems left when she took time off in February.”

 

“’Informant’? What ‘informant’?”

 

Comet gives a hearty laugh. “Well, Citizen Riley, I can’t give you his REAL name. But I suppose it couldn’t hurt to give you his code name.”

 

“Code name?”

 

“Yes, he preferred to keep it a little secret like that. But Informant Z-“

 

“Z?!”

 

“Yes, he had a preference for the one-letter system. But rest assured, his identity is safe with me.”

 

Bobbie shakes his head and sighs much like Grand Slam did so often, and in the ring Annie slides in with the crowd still cheering as loud as they can for her true return. But her face turns from happy to dead serious as she moves over to her own corner. She looks over at the Judge, who turns around to face his opponent, his enemy, his nemesis. They stare at each other, and Matty Kivell takes it as a sign that the two are ready, calling for the opening bell.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The crowd begins to quiet down a little after the bell as the Judge is the first to come out, slowly striding out. Annie follows suit almost instantly, and the two come closer, and closer, and they crowd goes dead silent as the two get within only a few inches of the other. Each of their faces is masked with a contained hate for the other, and Annie says something quietly to Hearford, barely audible to the ring mics if not for the quiet crowd.

 

“Let’s finish this off, once and for all.”

 

Looking down at the far smaller woman, the Judge responds just as quietly.

 

“Indeed.”

 

And with that the Judge strikes first, quickly bringing around his right hand for a hard backfist to the jaw of the Hardcore Queen! The crowd boos as the newly returned Annie E staggers to the side, but even after the surprise blow she manages to stay on her feet. It doesn’t work towards her advantage, though, as the Judge follows up with a sharp knife-edged chop!

 

WHOO!

 

Annie stumbles backwards from the hard blow, the Judge not hiding the fact that he put all his power into it, and strikes with another!

 

WHOO!

 

And another!

 

WHOO!

 

And… nothing as Annie ducks under it, coming back up with a hard side kick to the Judge’s midsection. He grimaces in pain, but there’s no time to react as she bends her knee and quickly fires off a sharp cat-kick to his stomach. He doubles over for only a moment, but the time is well spent by Eclectic, who leaps up and switches to her other foot for a spinning heel kick right to the cheek! Suddenly the fans switch from sad to glad as Justice is sent stumbling towards the ropes, grabbing onto them for a temporary balance. The Judge gives a silent curse, but that’s about it as he gets back up off the ropes in an instant, too angry to get a rest.

 

“Those two definitely looked pretty pissed in that exchange,” says Riley with a whistle, “This is match is definitely gonna be one where we see a lot of hate vented.”

 

“Indeed, but Annie must keep her anger under control. Anger leads to bad decisions, mistakes, and most importantly, eVil©.”

 

“I’m surprised you didn’t include ‘The Dark Side of the Force’ in there as well, masked moron.”

 

Comet is right, though, and Hearford’s more cautious this time around. The first exchange was obviously to let off a little of the pent of anger between the two, because Justice gets in his normal form, as does Annie. Hearford slowly begins to approach Annie’s hybrid martial artist stance, watching and waiting for an opening. He circles around, Annie moving with him as the two try to find a chink in the other’s armor. Hearford begins to get closer, and he makes a dash towards her, and Annie fires off a kick… that he catches! He immediately pulls her right into an open knee, and Eclectic doubles over, allowing the Judge put on a front facelock and bring an arm down right on her back! The crowd winces as she goes to the ground, and the Judge begins hammering away with boot heels aimed right at the back and midsection.

 

Annie herself begins to writhe in pain with each successive blow, and finally the Judge stops the assault with Annie holding her stomach in back as she lies on the ground. He mumbles under his breath “Still the same cripple…” as he goes down to bring her up… but in an instant she kips right up to her feet, locking in a front facelock and nailing him right back to the ground with a Kip-up DDT! The crowd goes insane at the sight of the move as Annie gets back up, leaving the Judge on the ground to hold his head in pain.

 

“By Galatea’s Ghost, what a move! She obviously was playing up her old injury to get the drop on the Judge. Brilliant!”

 

“She stole that from Edwin! Christ, it seems like every move she has is fricken stolen from someone, right down to her finisher. And she just blatantly mislead Hearford there by making the Judge think her back was still vulnerable! Why would you support a liar and a thief, Mr. I’m-Mr-Goody-Two-Shoes?”

 

“One must always reevaluate his opponent, Bobbie. It’s the Judge’s fault that he didn’t realize the back injury was not permanent. And she didn’t steal that move, she only borrowed it.”

 

“What? What the hell is the difference?”

 

“I am terribly sorry, Citizen Riley, but I can’t explain it. You just have to know it when you see it …”

 

“… That’s the worst cop-out answer ever!”

 

The Judge holds his cranium for a few seconds, but he’s not down for too long as he pounds his fist against the mat in a rage, obviously ticked off about the newfound lack of an obvious weakspot. He gets back up to his feet, glaring daggers into Annie, who stands a few yards away, a surprisingly cold look on her face as she returns the favor to ‘Judge Mental’. He gets back up, and carefully goes back down into his low grapple stance, and Annie goes right back to her martial arts stance. The Judge waits again, and maybe a little impatient, charges forwards, looking to get ahold of Annie’s legs…

 

*THWACK*

 

And receives a swift kick to the head for his efforts! The crowd cheers as Annie begins to move forwards, firing off another kick as the now reeling Justice and sending him towards the ropes. The old man weakly bounces off them, and Annie waits for him to stumble back, lining up a big superkick… that Justice instinctively ducks! The old man ducks under and swings his arm right into her head with a huge lariat! The Judge falls to the ground with his victim, himself a little off-balance from the sharp kicks from earlier.

 

“In-Justice seems to be having a problem getting a hold of Citizen Eclectic,” says Comet as Hearford begins to rise up to his feet first, but Annie isn’t far behind, “It looks like Annie has changed a lot since their last encounter, or maybe the Judge hasn’t changed enough. Either way, it is definitely good for this brave young woman’s fortunes in this tournament.”

 

The first to get up is the first to strike, and the Judge is quick to start nailing her with fierce forearms to the head. Annie’s not big enough to stand her ground, and the Judge easily moves her with his strikes right into the ropes for a whip! Eclectic goes off running at the other side while the Judge goes out into the middle, and drops down as the Hardcore Queen returns, scissoring her ankles for a drop toe hold. Not wasting a moment, the Judge rolls back up to his feet, quickly going around and grabbing her leg.

 

“Time to Cross Examination this stupid b-“ but Riley is quickly stopped by Comet, who covers his mouth.

 

“Watch it, Bobbie. Remember, this is a family show… where we watch men and women beat each other up and brutalize each other with various destructive implements.”

 

Before the hold can fall into place, though, Annie is quick to flip around and kick the Judge away, using the momentum from it to do a backwards roll up onto her feet. The crowd gives a small pop at the smooth reversal, and the Judge’s face seems to flush with anger. He doesn’t go back into a grapple stance, instead standing straight up as tall as he can. Despite Justice towering over her 9”, Annie doesn’t seem a bit intimidated, and she shows why when the Judge comes in for a grapple and is once again nailed with a kick, this time right in his side!

 

The old man’s momentum carries him closer, but he wears a grimace of pain as he puts one hand down to his ribs, and Annie follows up, switching feet and nailing the other side. She keeps going, nailing Hearford in his ribs with each successive kick. She suddenly goes for a toe kick, which the Judge catches with ease. Of course, that’s what she was banking on as she gets ready for an Enzugiri… but that doesn’t happen as the Judge immediately charges forward for another huge lariat! Annie flops to the mat, her head impacting way before her body as the Judge continues on forwards, going over to the ropes for support for a moment after taking the harsh kicks. Annie doesn’t look as though she’ll stay down for long, already stirring on the mat, and the Judge is forced back into action.

 

As Annie begins to get up, the Judge pulls his arm across his chest, firing off a stiff chop right across the chest of the smaller Eclectic.

 

WHOO!

 

Not backing off, he fires another, making it count as much as possible.

 

WHOO!

 

Yet another!

 

WHOO!

 

Annie is pushed backwards for a third and final time by the hard strikes, and the Judge moves in, putting her in a Reverse Half Nelson!

 

*THUD!*

 

It’s no time flat before she is plastered to the mat with a vicious STO… but the Judge doesn’t go for a cover.

 

“It looks like the Judge is opting for a more painful route with Annie,” says Riley, rubbing his hands together with glee as the old man brings the Hardcore Queen back up to her feet, “And I couldn’t enjoy it more. Finally time the idiot got what she deserves.”

 

“I doubt that, Bobbie. While that may have been a nice power move, even Hearford realizes that it doesn’t stand a chance at getting a 3 count right now.”

 

Whatever the reason, the Judge pulls Annie back up to her feet, quickly grabbing her hand and whipping her towards the other side. She comes back, and the Judge spins around her, wrapping his arms around her throat for a standing Sleeper hold! Annie tries to pry away the Judge’s hands, but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to work anytime soon.

 

“Sleeper Hold! The only move that does it’s namesake to both the victim and the crowd!”

 

“Oh, shut it. At any rate, Annie is screwed unless she thinks something up real quick. Back at his debut, Show got caught in the body scissors version and he was shut down like that,” says Bobbie, snapping his fingers to put a little emphasis on the point, “If the Judge gets his legs on her, it’s gonna be lights out.”

 

Indeed, the Judge looks to be ready to go for the body scissors part of the move, and Annie can feel it. Thinking quickly she reaches her hands back, grabbing the Judge’s head and falling to the ground before the Judge can wrap his legs around her! The crowd cheers for the good ‘ole Jawbreaker reversal, but both are left on the canvas for a moment. The Judge is the first to get up, and he goes over to pull a now rising Annie all the way up. Instead Annie throws off Hearford’s arms, pushing him a few feet back. A little surprised at the burst of energy from Annie, the Judge is left wide open for a big high kick from the woman! It connects right with his chin, and he’s caught stumbling backwards towards the ropes again and the Hardcore Queen leaps up and pulls her legs in before thrusting them out right into the face of the old man for a point-blank high-angle Dropkick! Annie flips over onto her belly as the old man falls to the mat!

 

“Drop Kiss! Eclectic takes to the air and fires off a massive kick into the face of In-Justice! It looked like she put all her power behind that one!”

 

The Judge falls backwards clutching his face with both hands, and in contrast Annie is relatively quickly. The crowd definitely wants a cover after such a massive move, but the Hardcore Queen doesn’t follow their advice, instead backing off to the other side of the ring and waiting for the Judge to begin to get up. The dazed old man starts to push off, getting on all fours, and then getting to a knee, and that’s Annie’s cue. She begins running forwards; aiming to step right on the knee of the old man for a launching point… but as she does it, the Judge rises up, catching Annie around the waist with his arms. He quickly slams her back to the mat for desperation Spinebuster, and the crowd deflates at the reversal while the Judge pushes off surprisingly quick.

 

“The Judge gets up pretty damn quickly,” says Riley, “It looks like he’s running full tilt for this match. He doesn’t want to stay down.”

 

With vigor only saved for his worst enemies, the Judge propels himself off the campus, pulling Annie up with him. He cinches a waistlock on the still stunned woman, though it’s doubtful that would have done anything in this case. In an instant the Judge flings himself backwards, flinging the Hardcore Queen up into the air. Impacting right on her shoulders and neck, she flips over onto her belly as the Judge gets back up with a sadistic grin on his face.

 

“Massive Release German Suplex there!” says Bobbie as Hearford goes over to pick up Annie again, “He just tossed her across the ring like a rag doll!”

 

Pulling her back up to her feet, Justice gives her a hard forearm to the face, knocking her backwards. Dazed and confused, she can’t stop the Judge’s vicious onslaught of hard forearms to the head, and she stumbles off and bounces against the ropes as the Judge grabs her arm and spins around back, putting on a Hammerlock. He guides Annie out towards the center of the ring, but the Hardcore Queen fires off a hard elbow into the head of the Judge, and the old veteran releases the hold. He stumbles back holding his nose, and Annie reaches back, locking in a ¾ Headlock…

 

*CRACK*

 

“SURPRISE WITNESS! Annie just overruled In-Justice’s motion with an injunction of revenge!”

 

“GAH! SHE CAN’T CALL A SURPRISE WITNESS WITHOUT THE JUDGE’S APPROVAL!”

 

The Judge flops on the ground as Annie falls as well, but the crowd is anything but lifeless as they begin cheering their heads off at the finisher theft! The arena fills up with a chant for Annie to “Get up!”, and to the crowd’s glee she begins to push up! She staggers up to her feet, a bit tired but not near ready to quit. She reaches down, pulling the Judge up with both arms and tentatively stands him up, giving him a hard punch to the jaw. Justice back peddles from the blow, and Annie strikes again with a punch, and another, and Hearford spins around, allowing the Hardcore Queen to start to lock in a Crossface Chickenwing! The Judge struggles against it as she tries to reach around and lock it in, but the Judge struggles a bit. Not enough, though and Annie locks her hands and begins to lift…

 

“She’s attempting a Millennium Suplex on the Judge! He’s going to get dropped right on his head!”

 

… But she just can’t seem to get him up! He’s just a bit too big for it, and the Judge begins struggling again with new energy, pulling at Annie’s hands to try and break the grip! She holds on as tight as she can, but the Judge’s breaks the lock, and he quickly spins around out of it, locking in a Full Nelson in return! Annie doesn’t have time to react as she is hurled over onto her neck as the Judge tosses her overhead, not bridging the move for a pin.

 

“DRAGON SUPLEX! A great reversal!... but no pin. That’s weird.”

 

“Indeed it is, Bobbie. Oddly enough, there haven’t been any pins yet. Not even a roll-up or a backslide or anything. Hmm…”

 

 

 

The Judge is the first to back up to his feet, slowly rising and rubbing his neck. He looks over to see Annie beginning to push up as well, and he immediately goes over to her, yanking her up the rest of the way right into a knee. The smaller woman gives a small cry of pain, but the Judge doesn’t give her a chance to recover. He immediately grabs her by the head and swings his forearm in her face for a European Uppercut, pushing her back a few feet. He follows up, grabbing her by the head and holding her for another big upward forearm smash. Eclectic stumbles backwards, and the Judge moves in, putting his head under her arm and grabbing her around the waist. With a mighty grunt, Hearford puts Eclectic over the top for a bridging Northern Light’s Suplex!

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO

 

 

THRENO! Annie kicks out! But the Judge isn’t done yet as he flips right over the top of the downed female, keeping the hold on her while picking her back up and bridging over the top for ANOTHER bridged Northern Lights Suplex!

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THREEENO! Annie kicks out again, and the Judge flips over again, keeping his head ducked under and the waistlock applied. But Annie isn’t going anywhere as she grapevines her leg around the Judge’s. Justice fails to take her off the ground, and when Annie’s feet hit she immediately reaches her free arm around and grabs a handful of tights as she keeps the front facelock on. With all her strength she lifts the Judge up a little above 90 degrees before falling backwards with a big Implant DDT to a huge pop of the crowd!

 

“An Annie T! This super-hero is certainly amazed at the toughness of this woman. She went through two Northern Lights Suplexes and was still able to reverse the last one into a huge move!’

 

“Yeah, but she still isn’t up from that last move, either. That was a last gasp from a desperate woman.”

 

The two foes lie on the ground motionless for a moment, the crowd still cheering, and a few “ANNIE!” chants are now audible. It only gets louder as she somehow pushes up before the Judge, shaking her head a little as she tries to regain her bearings. The crowd is deafening, waiting for a possible pin… but once again, it doesn’t come. Instead, Annie starts to stagger towards the nearest turnbuckle.

 

“Why in God’s name didn’t she cover?” asks Bobbie, confused to as why Annie passed up a possible winning pin, “Did those suplexes knock a screw loose or something?”

 

“I’m just as perplexed as you are, Citizen Riley. Even my incredible deductive abilities haven’t figured out the reason why yet.”

 

The woman steps out and begins to climb the ropes as fast as she can, which at this point isn’t all too fast. The crowd is cheering her on as she makes her trek up, and she gets to the top, slowly standing up on two feet.

 

“ANNIE! ANNIE! ANNIE! ANNIE!”

 

The crowd chants as she balances herself for a moment. Looking down and seeing the still motionless body of William Hearford she extends her arms, crouches down, and leaps…

 

 

 

… turning backwards in midair…

 

 

“METEOR SHOWER!”

 

 

 

 

 

… And landing on nothing but canvas as the Judge rolls out of the way just in the nick of time! Annie faceplants after missing the Shooting Star Press, and the crowd jeers the old man, who slowly starts getting up himself.

 

“Pin her pin her PIN HER!” yells Riley at the Judge, who gets back up to his feet, and stands there for a moment before picking her right back up again. “GAH! Come ON!”

 

“A-HA!” says Comet, his intuition obviously telling him something, “The missed pins, the lack of roll-ups, it all makes sense!”

 

“Oh really? What then?”

 

“They want a decisive victory, slightly-slow sidekick. You can’t get that from a quick reversal or a roll-up or a botched move. They want something like a tapout or a clean finisher to show the other person that they beat them straight up. It looks as thought these two want to really finish this up.”

 

Tentatively standing the dazed woman up, the Judge locks up with her and easily begins pushing her across the ring towards the turnbuckle. He slams her in there, and lets go to nail her with a knife-edged chop!

 

WHOO!

 

CHOP!

 

WHOO!

 

CHOP!

 

WHOO!

 

CHOP!

 

WHOO!

 

CHOP!

 

WHOO!

 

CHOP!

 

WHOO!

 

Each strike nails Annie hard, and as Hearford finishes up he pushes her out of the turnbuckle, following her as she stumbles out holding her chest. The Judge follows, a grin appearing on his face as he comes in behind Annie, spinning her around and scooping her up onto his shoulders. He shows off his catch to the crowd, turning around in a circle so that all the fans can see what’s about to happen.

 

“The Verdict!” says Bobbie in anticipation, “Finally! If that’s not a decisive finisher, I don’t know what is!”

 

Hearford stops turning around, and prepares to bring her into Tombstone position… but Annie is still alive! She begins to slide down, wrapping one arm around Hearford’s face and one through the Judge’s arm. Before the Judge knows it, her legs are wrapped around his waist, and Annie has a hooked a Crossface Chickenwing from a standing position! The Judge tries to keep his balance, but Annie locks her arms and begins yanking him backwards, causing him to back peddle for a yard or two before crashing to the ground with the hold! The crowd is going bonkers as Annie has the hold firmly locked in on her enemy.

 

“CROSSFACE CHICKENWING! It looks like the Judge has been incarcerated here!”

 

“Come on, Justice, power out! Power out!”

 

Powering out is definitely out of the question, but all hope isn’t lost for the Judge yet. The ropes aren’t too far away, and his legs still have some strength left. He begins to bridge his body a little, not enough to reverse the hold into a pin but rather to get traction. He begins slowly pushing him and the Hardcore Queen closer to the ropes with his hand extended while Annie tries to put as much pressure on the Judge’s neck as she possible can. The Judge reaches out, Annie torques the hold more, and everyone in the house watches…

 

 

 

 

 

As the Judge gets a hand on the ropes! Some people boo, other people sigh in disappointment as Annie is forced to break the hold on the old veteran. She looks at the mat for a second, frustrated, but she shoves it aside and goes back to the matter at hand, pushing up off the ground and pulling the Judge up with her. She grabs his legs and a handful of tights, and the crowd goes from quiet to deafening as she begins to get him perpendicular to her…

 

“NO FRICKEN WAY!” says Riley in disbelief, “SHE CAN’T POSSIBLE BE LIFTING HIM AFTER THE PUNISHMENT SHE’S BEEN TAKING!”

 

“Holy Rane! She’s pulling him up for the Hollowpoint Driver! It looks like the Judge is about to get shown what true justice is!”

 

She begins to get him up vertically… but instead of dropping him, the Judge bends backwards, pushing off her shoulders and landing behind her. As he hits the ground he wraps an arm around Annie’s face, pulling her backwards into a sitting position before putting his leg around for leverage and cinching a single-arm armbar!

 

“HE COUNTERED IT! HE COUNTERED IT!” is all Bobbie can say as the Judge wrenches the hold hard to a massive chorus of boos.

 

“The rope isn’t too far away, though! Come on, Annie, fight through it!”

 

Eclectic reaches out, the ropes only a foot or so away out of her reach. She tries to scoot closer, but that quickly is stopped by the Judge’s strength.

 

“ANNIE! ANNIE! ANNIE!”

 

The crowd begins to chant, trying to rally her as her fingers only brush a few inches away from her salvation. The Judge torques to hold even more, causing her to cry out in pain, and she reaches for a final time…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

… and her hand brushes the ropes just before it hits the ground three times!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The Judge releases the hold to a chorus of boos, and begins to walk out with his shoulders slouched over from fatigue. Annie lies in the ring, still, her neck aching, but something hurts even more as Funyon comes over the PA:

 

“The winner of the match… WILLIAM HEAAAAARFOOOORD!”

 

*FADE TO LOGO*

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Judge... dont let someone like Comet stop your matches. His character is very much like the Hurricane... however he went way farther in the IGNWF, was the original masked superhero...

 

So think of an ultra babyface, who's also a bit of a goof. But in a good way...

[Justice 0]

Judge... dont let someone like Comet stop your matches. His character is very much like the Hurricane... however he went way farther in the IGNWF, was the original masked superhero...

 

So think of an ultra babyface, who's also a bit of a goof. But in a good way...

Yeah, I know, but I'm just still adjusting to him. Just trying to get the Superhero Speech down and all that. My commentary isn't horrible, just incredibly bland. Then again I've been stuck in a rut for a while now, so hopefully I'll be getting out of it soon enough.

[Guest Insanityman]

I Ha-ha-HATED my match. Nothing in it I liked 'cept IL's opening speech and that blew too. Sorry to everyone, especially Edwin who had to read it. Oh, I did mark out for the light tube table idea though...

 

 

---

 

(The camera revives back to life after the overly lengthy commercial break for Mike Tyson’s new recipe cookbook featuring “money fillet”, “debt dipping”, and the famous “ear loaf.” The electric SWF crowd is anxious for the tournament kick off as the camera pans it’s way through the segregated fans. Signs like “Where’s Flesher?” and “??? IS TAYLOR!” are spotted. Finally the camera settles down at the announcer’s table where the legendary Cyclone Comet sits next to the legendary- wait no, the eccentric- too harsh… hell, he sits next to Bobby Riley.)

 

“WWWWEEELLLCCCCOOOMMMEE back fair citizens and evil doers alike! I AAAAMMMMMM CCCYYYYCCLLLOOONNNEEE COMET!” Cyclone proclaims, his arm high in the air with his index finger pointing up in generic super hero pose 101.

 

“Yeah, welcome back, we’re kicking off the ‘Road to Genesis’ tournament. Once you get eliminated twice you’re out and forced away- of course there are some inferior JLers thrown into the mix… but they have the same shot as I have of hooking up with Flesher.” Riley makes a little gasp, knowing he just let something slip. Riley suddenly takes notice, “Well, we’re in the Kingdome, the damn best place to be!” The North Dakota fans pop.

 

Cyclone Comet slowly turns his head really hoping he had taken too many bumps or something and never heard that. “Right, but who do you think this mystery man who stepped up Ash Ketchum’s challenge will be? Oh, and you have some brown stuff on the tip of you’re nose.” Riley obliviously wipes at it, asking if he got it a good few times.

 

Riley simply but gets back on topic, “Maybe Taylor. That’d be a treat, I’ve always wanted to watch Ash pound him down to a bloody pulp.”

 

Comet makes a condescending sound to Riley. “I hope its Grand Slam Mark Stevens who got that waiver so he can deliver some Justice and Rule to King!”

 

Riley giggles a little bit, “You haven’t been watching the SWF until you came back have you? Someone else has taken over the whole Justice and, well, Rule thing.”

 

Comet’s jaw drops.

 

“They’re heels.”

 

Cyclone Comet sputters as if in pure utter rage, “It must be that vending machine again…”

 

Before Bobby Riley can even make a comment the lights suddenly shut off. Fans immediately realize this is the very lengthy entrance of “The King of Nightmares” Michael Craven.

 

“I remember back in the ML before all this ludicrous ‘King of Nightmares’ he had a citizen in a pikachu…” Comet recalls, “I think this evil doer may be… ‘shocked’ when he finds his opponent.” Only the people who were dumb enough to know Pokemon get the horrible joke.

Riley nearly laughs at the sheer stupidity; “I think Nelson took you for a few too many bumps off that one Hell in the Cell.”

 

But instead of the usual entrance suddenly the words chime out, “GOTTA’ CATCH THEM ALL! POKEMON!” Laughter inevitably follows. There’s a few seconds of confusion as the light turns back on and the SmarkTron shows the cartoon Ash Ketchum in… questionable poses with his pokemon.

 

“…Not the usual entrance…”

 

Funyon clears his voice, “Courtesy of the mystery man… introducing from Pokemon Island weighing in at 280… he is the most lovable, cuddly, and sweet wrestler ever imitating a show that was meant for five year olds… AAASSSSSSSSSShh KETTTCHUMMM!”

 

Before Michael Craven can even step onto the stage in protest a line of midgets dressed in pikachu costumes begin to Irish jig! But as they turn around they all freak out, Michael Craven towering over them like Godzilla. Mike is in his black, red, flamed singlet, seamless fingerless black gloves with flame pattern and flame boots to match.

 

“Run pikachu run!” Riley laughs to the point of tears, along with everyone else.

 

The camera zooms in on Craven’s face, his jaw also dropped as his swats the little midgets away and into the backstage. He charges down into ringside, avoiding trash thrown at him, as he slides up and begins shouting at Funyon. Matthew Kivell lunges in and shoves Craven away, who’s storming around.

 

“I felt the hate rise up in me…” The lights go out and there’s more silence. “Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves…”

 

Slipknot’s “Wait and Bleed” kicks up in full blast as white pyro explodes everywhere and fans are still quiet. The pyro continues as random red ones take everybody off guard.

 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Cyclone Comet simply states.

 

The lights suddenly flicker back on revealing a man standing tall at 6’1”, arms pumped into the air! His black hair is spiked up sloppily but green highlights are in random places, he wears a long sleeved solid black shirt where the sleeves pass his hands. He wears the khaki cargoes, and the black Orisis skate shoes. He is the Insane Luchador, Andrew Rickman.

 

“RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

GGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The response is basically deafening! Michael Craven nearly drops a load as Insane Luchador charges to one far side of the entrance ramp, throwing up his arms, then treating the fans to the same on the other side!

 

“My God perhaps the longest wrestler to be in the SJL/ML, I remember watching him back when he really used to suck!” Riley points out.

 

He starts to charge down the ramp but suddenly stops as if he ran into a brick wall. He smirks, making the fans wonder if they’re getting underdog or Plague IL, but the smirk turns into an insane smile.

 

“Yes, even though IL has made his mistakes, he’s truly a great hero in his own ways. I just can’t believe he’s in the tournament!” Comet plugs him.

 

Insane Luchador reaches into his cargo pocket and pulls out a black microphone, pulling it up to his lips like he’s done so many times before. He wets his lips and makes a smacking sound before smiling again and randomly spinning around once.

 

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Just hearing that friendly sounding word makes the cheers continue on strong. “My God, I never thought I’d see this day. I remember back when I debuted to take over for Midget… but I’d rather not get into that.” The fans die down, wanting to hear what IL has to say.

“You see… I never got bumped.” Boos follows and IL grins but puts up a hand in a modest “please stop” gesture. “Never got the world title…” More boos this time he basks in the response before just shrugging and the fans die down. “But I always kept trying, I always kept pushing on- no matter if I was being a pseudo gothic plague or the real Andrew Rickmen…” Huge cheers.

 

Michael Craven fumbles around; wanting to get a microphone he finally gets one and brings it to his lips-

 

“Shut up Ash, don’t make me go get the next hired midgets. Trust me.” The fans pop like crazy as Craven’s arm simply drops. “As I was saying… I came into the prime ML stages.” An awkward silence, “ML pride...”

 

“I recall back when Ash and him fought like cats and dogs.” Cyclone Comet recalls.

 

Insane Luchador just gives a slight nod at Cyclone Comet and continues. “But I formed a stable called Destruction… may have heard of it.” Barely any response and IL just chuckles. “Okay, maybe not.”

 

Craven butts in, the jeers so loud you almost can’t hear him, “But I MADE that stable, I beat you NINE times!”

 

Insane Luchador almost looks offended, “Eight times. I beat you once in a hardcore match. Which is odd since aren’t you becoming quite the little HC queen now?”

 

Michael Craven’s lips move but nothing comes out, he just edges close to leaving the ring.

 

“But Ash, what you seem to forget is who I am. I’m the Insane Luchador, I am the self-proclaimed…”

 

Riley cuts in with an insult. “Note self-proclaimed.”

 

Insane Luchador gives a sarcastic snicker at Riley before continuing. “Self-proclaimed hardcore psycho.” Massive pop, description does fit him like a glove. “So Ash…”

 

“Craven!” Michael bellows.

 

“Right, sorry, Ash.” Insane Luchador pauses, just fueling Michael’s hatred with scratching his forehead with his middle finger. “I think since we’re at my first SWF show and it could be my last…”

 

“Oh it will be your last when I’m done with you.” Michael threatens, losing it.

 

“Uh-huh… Anyway, since you’re seemingly all hardcore now and my nature is hardcore…” Insane Luchador puts his index finger on his cheek making an “Hmmm” sound. He suddenly acts as if he’s got a brilliant idea. He slowly strokes at a non-existent goatee. “Let’s make it a hardcore match!” The fans go absolutely nuts in approval. Michael Craven slowly takes a few steps back before slowly shaking his head in a combination of yes and no.

 

“That’s not fair! Much as Craven deserves this, IL can’t go changing the rules!” CC defends.

 

“…But Comet, I’ve already set this up as a hardcore match! Hell, once you contact the right people they even let me go hardcore shopping- you’ll notice my selection underneath the ring.” Insane Luchador just keeps getting more and more cheers. He makes a sarcastic happy face with an equally sarcastic “Surprise!” The fans explode as he charges down the ramp and slides in.

 

Craven drops the microphone, lunging at IL, but Rickman is too quick and is to his feet already.

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Insane Luchador and Mike both circle around each other, staring without blinking. Mike’s blue eyes stare right at IL’s wild green eyes with streaks of other colors, the two continue to stare- both most likely thinking of their past history together.

 

“If I’m not mistaken this is a hardcore match, not a staring contest, give me carnage! Give me IL bleeding like a first timer, give me Flesher!” Riley pauses and winces, “Nix the last one. I just mean Flesher would man handle his ex-drinking friend and yeah…” His voice trails off as he tries to, unsuccessfully at that, make an explanation.

 

Craven slowly inches towards Andrew and the two stand only a few inches apart, still staring. The fans all sit on the edge of their seats, they could cut this tension with a pair of kid safe scissors!

 

“I’m going to make it nine times, Andrew. How’s Lucky? Oh, right, he’s dead.” Ash laughs at his not-so-witty mind games attempts.

 

Luchador strikes with lightning speed, smashing Craven’s face with a hard right! The fans go insane as The King of Nightmares reels back and the Insane Luchador continues to bombard him with punches. But Mike is persistent and soon gets his own blows in and the two battle back and forth. Soon IL ducks under a punch and ducks down- spearing Craven and trying to send him reeling back to the turnbuckle! But Mike resists with a simple axe handle smash to the back of IL’s neck and Andrew falls to his four knees. Mike Craven grabs a handful of IL’s spiked hair, tugging him up and he hits the grapple. The two jockey and move around trying to get into their ideal positions but immediately Craven gets the upper hand and slams his knee into Luchador’s gut!

 

“IL can’t try to out power Mike, he HAS to use his speed.” Comet points out.

 

But Michael locks a strong arm around IL’s neck in a headlock, going for the drop! But Insane Luchador continues to push at him until he gets Craven in the perfect position and he shoves Craven off and into the ropes! The King of Nightmares comes bouncing back and tries to grab at IL who drops to the mat on his side and uses his feet to drop Mike Craven down! Andrew Rickman quickly scrambles over, grabbing the back of Mike’s head and raising it into the air and smashing it against the canvas before he retreats and hops to his feet. Michael quickly gets back to his feet, using his left hand to gingerly touch his nose, making sure nothing’s broken.

 

“Raped your daughter.” IL mutters with a psycho laugh, causing Craven to make a stupid lunge at Luchador who quickly uses it to get behind Michael!

 

“Tasteless yet effective.” Comet states.

 

“Well, I don’t know, that little baby IS adorable.” Riley thinks out loud. “But not my type.”

 

Andrew Rickman wraps his arm around Mike’s throat and quickly drops hitting a very sloppy reverse DDT! Andrew hops right back to his feet, throwing up his arms to the fans and happy he hasn’t been manhandled. But Mike Craven changes that as he lunges up from his knees and tackles Insane Luchador down! He begins to pound on IL, sitting on his chest. Kivell tries to force Mike off, but he continues his powerful punches that make a sickening sound of each connection. But midway he misses a right and stops for that brief second in pain. Insane Luchador with all his might thrusts up, sending Mike to his back and IL grabbing Mike’s already two parted legs in a makeshift pin!

 

ONE! Craven kicks out and rolls away with ease. Insane Luchador quickly scrambles running at Mike who just got to his feet.

 

“Best you got, Andrew?” Mike taunts, ducking a wild left. Craven leaps at IL, knocking him down with a clothesline. But, and to an awesome pop, he kip-ups right back up hitting his own clothesline as he kipped-up on Mike!

 

“That’s all you got? How did you ever make it here or get Amy?” Insane Luchador laughs as Craven rolls to the outside. The two stare at each other for a few seconds before Craven signals for IL to get his ass to the outside. Andrew Rickmen shakes his head no slowly walking towards the ropes. Michael Craven continues to stare, flipping off IL and wagging his middle finger to taunt the bad tempered Andrew. But Rickmen just laughs, taking a few steps back. Out of nowhere he charges and slides down, baseball sliding into Craven’s face! Rickmen slides all the way to the outside where he immediately plays up on his surprise attack!

 

“Superb attack from Citizen Insane Luchador.” Comet grins happily.

 

Insane Luchador throws a few strikes and even delivers a few kicks, causing Craven to balance on the very edge of the barricade- almost falling into the fans! Insane Luchador quickly leaps onto the apron taking a few giant steps back before running… leaping off aiming carefully-

 

“JESUS CHRIST! Insane Luchador just leg dropped Mike into the crowd, both have spilled into these poor WF addicts and I think he’s got the pin! Mike can’t lose to IL, ESPECIALLY like this!” Riley objects and yells as if IL just murdered Craven.

 

Kivell quickly bails to the outside, hopping over the guardrail, panting he drops to his stomach. The cameraman scrambles and gets the view-

 

“ONE!” The fans all hopefully chant.

 

Mike kicks out instantly and rolls away, until he hits a fan’s chair.

 

“Good.” Riley simply puts it.

 

Craven grabs onto a fan’s seat, trying to pull himself up as the little kid slaps at his hand. Michael gets up however, turning around and watching Insane Luchador being helped up easily.

 

“Damn smarks.” Riley swears.

 

Andrew Rickmen and his opponent stare for a split second before Insane Luchador hops onto the barricade and showing off his speed and balance runs at Mike and leaps into the air! He throws his body into Crossbody formation but Craven shows off his power, snickering as he catches IL. He simply heaves Andrew Rickmen over the fan’s barricade and onto the cement where Insane Luchador hits and bounces off to the side a bit. His arm hits right by the apron, where it secretly reaches under for any weapon. Craven hops over the guardrail glaring down at the Luchador who suddenly whips his arm out, revealing a kendo stick! Mike nearly leaps in the air in fear as Insane Luchador gets to his knees and at the speed of lightning whacks Craven’s kneecap! IL quickly scrambles to his feet, smashing the kendo stick over Mike’s head, nearly breaking the stick! Michael reels back but is able to throw up his foot, smashing into Insane Luchador’s chest and causing IL to stumble back like a drunken bachelor! Michael shakes off the pain, slamming his body into Insane Luchador’s, causing IL to drop the kendo stick! Craven grabs it, jabs it into IL’s gut, and the whacks IL at the side of the head, causing IL to drop like a fly. Michael Craven then grins as he swoops down and reaches underneath the ring, pulling out three tables, a random sack, then a rather small ladder, to a huge pop from the crowd. Finally he slides two of the tables in, opens the sack and peers in- then beams like a little kid looking into a bag that turns out to be candy. He glances at the beaten Insane Luchador then at the table. He stalks over, setting up the table and then grasping the sack he dumps out a heard of tacks! The fans gulp as they watch Craven pull up Insane Luchador, grinning. He rolls Insane Luchador into the ring, who is slowly tries to get back to his own feet and Michael rolls in himself. Craven just snickers as he watches Insane Luchador struggle to get back to his senses. Craven dumbly moves towards him, swooping down, glaring at Insane Luchador who suddenly smirks.

 

“Surprise.” Insane Luchador states, his right hand zooming out of his cargo pocket as Michael screams in pain. The camera zooms in showing IL’s brass knuckles with little spikes on each end and then showing Craven’s cheek torn open- the blood flowing down. Andrew Rickman slips off the knuckles and slowly staggers to his feet. He grabs the ropes and breathes heavily; the kendo shoots effects worn off completely. He turns around, watching Craven’s hand clutch the bleeding wound as Insane Luchador gives a swift kick to Michael’s head! Craven groans, spread out on the canvas as the Luchador ascends the closest turnbuckle and leaps off- pumping his arms and legs in the air, going for the five star splash!

 

“Notice that’s one of Ash’s moves also.” Riley mutters..

 

Andrew Rickman suddenly tries to put on the brakes, watching Craven’s knees go up and IL simply hits it and rolls away to the side, right by the table on the outside! Michael Craven slowly recovers, letting his blood just flow down his cheek. He gets to his feet, stomping on IL who scrambles. Craven slowly pulls him up, filled with rage and wanting to prove he’s the best remaining Destruction member.

 

“I am and always will be the best out of the original, you know that.” Craven whispers in IL’s ear while IL sways back and forth. He slaps his hand viciously against IL’s exposed flesh at his neck and stabilizes him with a handful of the back of IL’s solid black shirt. He lifts him into the air as the fans all begin to jeer, Mike stepping towards the ropes right by the table grins wildly. He then lifts IL even further into the air before dropping him over the ring and right onto the tack infested table! The table crunches, woodchips are flung everywhere, and the Insane Luchador is just in middle of the heap lifeless. Michael Craven slowly rolls out of the ring, snottily flicking a tack away from his elbow pad as he lies over IL for the pin!

 

“This should do it!” Riley cries out with high hopes.

 

Matthew Kivell bails to the outside.

 

“ONE!” The fans all jeer wildly.

 

 

 

“TWO!”

 

….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THREE?” The fans chant cuts off as Craven stands up on the beginning of the three count. He smiles at his own sadistic tactic as he pulls up IL and rolls him into the ring. Craven then points to the other tables in the ring and the ladder. But before hand he rummages under the ring until he carefully pulls out a bundle of florescent light tubes bundled together with bungee cord and two makeshift legs glued on! He grins with an insane look in his eyes as he carefully places it into the ring. He then rolls back in, standing up and then spitting on IL who’s slowly crawling to the other side of the ring! As Insane Luchador gets to all fours, crawling like a guy who’s been stuck and left in the Afghanistan desert and only has a rock for a friend who ends up ditching him anyway, he continues his journey away from Mike. Craven just laughs, kicking IL hard in the ass and giving him the extra boast to slump under the ropes and hanging by the outside.

 

“You can’t run away!” Riley protests. He reconsiders, “Or crawl like a snail for that matter.”

 

Michael Craven wipes his almost dried up blood onto his glove, reminding himself he should be dominating IL, not watching him. So he walks over to the first table setting it up right by the turnbuckle- then he tips the small ladder against the side so it's an easy climb, even though not a very high one. He pauses and looks at his creation as if he was an artist done with a painting with a big nod he turns around towards IL…

 

…

Who happens to be wielding a barbed wire Singapore cane with a big grin on his face. He stalks forwards as Mike tenses himself, thinking of his options. But he does have much time to think as Insane Luchador swings, to the gasps and cheers of the crowd, ripping apart the chest area of Craven’s singlet and drawing some blood!

 

“He lives up to the name.”

 

Michael Craven ducks under the next swing, tackling Insane Luchador to the ground as the ring gets a bit more cluttered with weapons. Andrew Rickmen rolls out of the way of an elbow drop but gets caught with a tremendous sickening kick RIGHT to his temple. The Insane Luchador stops mid roll as Craven swoops down for the pin again.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mike again picks himself up, breaking the pin. He grins at the thunderous jeers as he slowly rolls Andrew onto the table, as he starts to ascend the small ladder. Near the very top he just stops and throws up his arms to mock IL again, before ready to go for the leap.

 

“Oh Jesus, he could be aiming for the Kingdom Come!” Riley squeals with delight.

 

But right as Mike leaps off hitting the Shooting Star Press motion the fans take their pictures all while booing as he drops down towards the Insane Luchador…

 

…

 

But Insane Luchador eyes suddenly blink open and he makes another “surprise” face as he rolls off and away- leaving Craven to slam into the table which simply shatters!

 

“Dodged it!” CC yells.

 

Andrew slowly flops over Craven and the fans all scream in utter joy!

 

 

“ONE!” They all pray. “IL COULD PULL THE SAME UPSET ASH DID OVER RAYNOR!” Riley screams in fury.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWO!” The fans are out of their seats…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…The hand raises and slowly falls…

 

 

 

 

“THREE!” But Ash’s shoulder breaks it, proving the fans wrong. The fans all burst into jeers and fall back into their seats disappointed.

 

Insane Luchador slowly crawls at the ropes, pulling himself back to his feet, and then glancing at the light tube table. He gives his famous psycho grin as he clutches it and props it center of the ring. IL hops over his foe, and Mike's starting to get near his feet, and grabs the ladder. He props it up just a few feet away from the table, he then races around the ring quickly emptying it of all weapons except the one other wooden table. He slowly walks over to Craven picking him up.

 

“This is how you fly, Ash.” He explains as he leaps up, wrapping his legs around Mike Craven and taking him down in a generic hurricarana, just to be on the safe side. The Insane Luchador doesn’t feel content enough, staring down at Ash so he slowly struts towards the last wooden table around (to the cat calls of women and scarily a few males) as he grabs it. He thrusts it up into the air to a wild pop as he sets it down, propping up one leg and then nonchalantly chucking it right by the turnbuckle so the propped up leg rests in between the second and third turnbuckle. Craven, to numerous jeers, slowly gets to his knees already, refusing to let IL beat him.

 

“He’s getting up!”

 

Slowly he staggers to his feet as Insane Luchador even gives a look of being impressed before he starts to charge at Mike, who suddenly comes to and shoves Insane Luchador! IL barely avoids the tube table and ladder as he smacks against the turnbuckle diagonal from the one with the table propped on it. A craven charge to the many boos of the fans while the Insane Luchador avoids being attack by hopping onto the top rope! He leaps off but Mike catches him in his arms and slams him down on the canvas so hard in a spinebuster that the glass tube table bounces and the ladder shakes! The wrestler formerly known as Ash Ketchum quickly picks up Insane Luchador, considering his options while trying to rejuvenate. But Insane Luchador doesn’t want to lose either so he forces away the pain throwing perhaps the hardest punch of his life the sickening pounding sound vibrating off the walls and even IL yelps as he feels like his knuckles just caved in. But Michael Craven spins around from the impact and the Insane Luchador fastens his arm around the back of Craven’s neck in a headlock and he charges towards the turnbuckle across from him…

 

“No! No! No! This is bad!” Riley cries out. “Elbow your way out Mike, shove him off, SOMETHING!” He wails.

 

But Insane Luchador leaps in the air forcing Ash’s whole body to crunch into the table, the table being mauled into oblivion and Ash immediately groaning and twitching in pain. IL lands right by the ropes so he grabs at them to help himself up before staring at the ladder and glass tube table.

 

“Oh no.” Comet mutters.

 

“I-L! I-L!” The fans repeatedly chant as the Insane Luchador takes a piece of the broken table a huge chunk before slashing it across his forehead. He cracks up as the chants die down in fear but as he spins around like an ass with his arms out the fans embrace him again. The seared skin slowly begins to bleed and while it tickles down it seems to cue his psycho face.

 

“Freak. I mean freak too, not like freaks that dress up as women on the weekends- I mean Gary Busey freaks!” Riley just rambles in fear.

Insane Luchador slowly stalks at Mike, glancing at his already torn up singlet from kendo stick shot. He continues to grin like a maniac as he swoops down and tears it open, revealing more blood than lead to believe. Insane Luchador takes a quick chop across his face, as if brushing away the old blood as he winces while dipping his two fingers into his gash. He quickly scrawls the two letters “IL” onto Mike’s chest before tugging him up and trying to throw him onto the light tube table! But Craven suddenly stops and swift as a hawk descending on pray hits IL with a Russian leg sweep! Andrew just rolls right back up immediately attacking Mike with strikes! But Craven catches one of the kicks and tugs the Insane Luchador into his grasp! In pure defense IL sends a slap across the face of his bloody hand, leaving an imprint of blood in the form of IL’s hand- on Mike’s clear cheek too.

 

“This is just getting too heated.” Riley admits.

 

Michael Craven just gets more angered but Insane Luchador sends a cheap shot at his kneecap! Craven ducks down in agony purposely head butting IL in the groin! Andrew reels back but within seconds lunges out in rage, striking Craven right in the face while still bent over! Craven plops onto the mat as the Insane Luchador grabs a handful of his hair and tugs him up. The two equally bloody and in pain stop and stare for a second- before Mike shoves Insane Luchador right into the ladder- which only causes the ladder to reel back a bit. Craven charges but Insane Luchador hops onto the third rung and delivers a kick RIGHT to Craven’s head and Mike staggers right by the glass table. The fans all go insane, as Craven KNOWS he has to move but just can’t. Insane Luchador scrambles up to the top at the quickest speed he’s capable of- and then he leaps off!

 

“NNNOOOOOO-”

 

“IL!” The repeated chant is ear shattering!

 

 

…

 

 

 

“OOOOOOOOOOO!”

 

 

 

Then he connects with the suicidal leap bulldog, driving Ash through the light tube makeshift table that simply explodes, raining glass shards everywhere! The fans go insane at what could be considered a mind-blowing pop as Insane Luchador plops his arm over Mike, equally in pain and torn.

 

“OOOONNNEE!” They cheer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“TWO!” “NNNOOO! MIKE COME ON!” Riley pounds on his desk in rage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“THHHRREEE!” DING DING DING! The bell can barely be heard over the cheers.

 

“YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING… IINNSSAAAANNNEE LUCHADOR!”

 

Matthew Kivell cautiously brings IL back to his feet and Insane Luchador looks down at Mike, completely dead and glass shards stuck everywhere. But then he hits him. He had won the match clean, 8-2. He suddenly throws up his arms, going to run towards the turnbuckle but instantly falling from fatigue and blood lost.

 

But seconds after the camera pans away and CC promises more action to come while the stretchers and medics rush down IL’s psycho laugh can be heard, piercing over the fans joyful cheers.

[Guest SupaTaft]

Appologies to both Mr. Williams and Mr. Raynor for not showing up. We had an electrical surge and the power went out juts as I was starting to get to the wrestling portion of my match. My folks insisted that we leave the computer off for the rest of the day, so my writing was dashed. Here is what I had before the power went out, and rest assured, I'll be showing for my match against Stryke.

 

-Taft

____________________________________________________

 

The crowd in the Kingdome is abuzz with excitement after the last match. They leap to their feet and hold up a magnitude of signs and scream and shout at the top of their lungs, trying desperately to get on the camera. As the crowd shot sweeps past, the fans immediately look to the SmarkTron to see themselves on the big screen. The blaring music pumping from the speakers fades away as the camera switches to a shot of the commentators, sitting idly by as they await the cue to begin.

 

Riley: I swear... I finally get rid of Mr. Goody-Goody Stevens, and I get stuck with the Ultimate Goody-Goody!

 

Comet: Being an honest citizen has NEVER hurt anyone, Robert. I believe that with enough exposure to me, you just might CHANGE your heinous ways!

 

Riley: God, whatever... Alright wrestling fans, we’re back to SWF Lockdown. Tonight we’re having a tournament for the World Championship. We needed to have twenty four men in the tournament, so we decided to give a couple of Leaguers the chance to be in the spotlight for an evening.

 

Comet: Indeed we did... and ONE of those men from the JL is involved in our next match-up. He is the SJL Champion and from what my scouts have reported, he’s... a HEEL!! The churlish knave must be stopped at ANY cost!

 

Riley: Don’t worry, he probably will. The tournament brackets were drawn up at random and the JL champ, Viktor Tarakanov, definitely drew the worst hand out of all the Leaguers. He’s gotta face Danny Williams.

 

Comet: Ahh, yes... Danny Williams... an honest citizen if I EVER saw one! He is highly favored amongst most in this tournament to take the win, and I, for one, am hopeful that Mr. Williams will defeat all evil in this tournament and go on to... GENESIS!!

 

Riley: Yeah, lets go to the ring...

 

Funyon steps into his ring, wearing his special edition Genesis Tournament tuxedo. Yes, tonight the master of the mic is adorned in hot pink and orange, making him appear to have just ran through Elton John’s house. “Ladies and gentlemen, our next bout is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... he weighs in at two hundred and eighty pounds... fighting out of Astrakhan, Russia... he is the SJL World Heavyweight Champion... ‘The Red Rage’ VIKTOR TARAKAAAANOOOOV!!”

 

 

*KABOOM!!*

 

 

*TAAAAAA!!*

 

 

The massive red pyro and blaring opening chord of the Soviet National Anthem herald the arrival of the JL World Champion. As the smoke clears from the stage and the lyrics to the song start up, Viktor Tarakanov emerges from the back. As he walks down the ramp, he is met with a surprising amount of boos. It’s surprising that this many WF fans follow the JL as well... or perhaps they just hate anti-American communist bastards. In any case, Tarakanov walks down the ramp as he tends to do, with his belt flung over his shoulder, ignoring the fans as he tightens his wrist tape. The fans down below begin to chant “U.S.A!! U.S.A!!” at Viktor, but there are few enough chanting that he can ignore them.

 

Riley: Hey, he looks like a winner! He might just be able to take this match after all.

 

Comet: IMPOSSIBLE!! Any enemy of DEMOCRACY and of decent, law abiding citizens is a foe of mine! Tarakanov is BAD, and thus he will lose. Because good ALWAYS triumphs over bad. Good... bad. Bad... good... bad. Good... good... bad good. Bad good bad good... GOOD!!

 

Riley: I just don’t get you...

 

Viktor walks up the steel steps and wipes off his feet on the ring apron before entering the ring. As he holds his belt high in the center of the ring, he turns around and we can still see the letter ‘A’ carved in his back, a painful reminder of the night before. Tiring of the crowd, Viktor hands his belt to an official at ringside before approaching his corner, and using it to stretch lightly. Funyon then speaks up again “And his opponent... from Louisville, Kentucky... he weighs in at two hundred and forty three pounds... DAAAANNYYYY WIIIILIAAAAMS!!”

 

In Flame’s “Jester’s Dance” hits the speakers and the crowd explodes in cheers for the man once called Deathwish. The crowd begins to loudly chant his name “DAN-EE!! DAN-EE!!” as the music swells and Danny Williams emerges from the back. The crowd’s adoration continues as Williams proudly marches down the ramp, supremely confident in his ability. There is obviously a small bit of surprise on the face of Viktor Tarakanov, as he stands at ringside, looking curiously at the man fabled for his technical prowess. Danny climbs in the ring and holds up one arm for the fans quickly, before lowering it and stretching out his built upper body.

 

Riley: There’s hardly any doubt in anyone’s mind that Williams is going to take this match, but after having a look at his opposition, I’d say he’d better watch himself.

 

Comet: Whim wham! There is no way that a

 

Viktor Tarakanov enters the ring and approaches his opponent. The two men stand as close to face to face as they can, regarding the seven inch height difference. Hearing many stories about the man regarded widely as the best pure wrestler alive today, Viktor Tarakanov is shocked to see a twenty two year old kid standing in the ring as his opponent. “The Red Rage” grins and then cant help but laugh, as the near legendary Danny Williams is before him. Danny doesn’t take to kindly to this and instantly shows Viktor why he’s so widely respected. Williams instantly rears back and smashes Viktor in the face with one of his vicious elbows.

 

Viktor stumbles back and holds his face, even he’s not used to such