Storm Losing Matches

[TheBostonStrangler 0]

Damn tiebreakers. Well, here's the match.

 

 

The Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky is still buzzing from the excitement of the final matchup of the SWF World Title tournament between Judge Mental and Michael Craven as SWF Storm returns from its final commercial break. A sign is prominently displayed, reading “I knew that ___________ would win!” on the SmarkTron as the team of Bobby Riley and Cyclone Comet return to the airwaves.

 

“Welcome back, loyal viewers! Alongside Robert Riley, I am CYCLOOOOOOOOOOOONE COMET! Tonight’s transpirings have been tremendously competitive, and our most valuable contest is not yet underway!”

 

“Damn straight, Comet” snaps Riley. “We got our second half of the main event tonight, where the Boston Strangler FINALLY completes the cycle and returns the belt to where it belongs: around the waist of the Superior One, Tom Flesher.” Riley’s grin stretches from ear to ear as Comet looks over, slightly puzzled. “But Robert, Citizen Strangler has been a shining beacon of light in this, the dark days of our federation. I have faith that good shall triumph once again.” Riley scoffs at the notion: “Just watch, Comet. Flesher’s gonna become a two-time SWF Champion, and then our Genesis main event will actually be worth watching!”

 

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! This match is scheduled as an I QUIT MATCH! To win, one man must force the other to say “I Quit!” into a microphone so that the audience may hear! And, introducing the challenger…”

 

As Funyon trails off, “Kashmir” explodes over the arena, signaling the arrival of the Superior One himself. The crowd, with the exception of Riley, is less than pleased by Flesher’s arrival. As the crowd boos mercilessly, a massive round of blue pyro goes off, temporarily silencing the rest of the arena. As the boos replace the noise from the pyro, Tom Flesher comes confidently striding through the smoke to the top of the entrance ramp. Flesher briskly walks down the ramp, with “Kashmir” blaring throughout the arena. Tom makes it to the bottom, and slides into the ring. He hops up to his feet and looks around the ring, bobbing his head in time to the music. A round of blue and white pyro explodes from each corner of the ring as Tom poses in the middle of the ring, pantomiming putting the SWF Title around his waist. He then turns and hands an index card to Funyon. “This is the best part, Comet! It’s the Index Card of Superiority!” giggles Riley, like a small Japanese schoolgirl. “Citizen Riley, at times, you disgust me” snaps Comet.

 

“Tonight, the Superior One has traveled great lengths, and even graced the podunk hick town of Lexington, Kentucky with his presence to regain his SWF Title. Tonight, he plans on proving once, and for all, that the SWF Title is his personal plaything, and that any pretenders to the throne, whether tonight, at Genesis, or beyond, may as well go play in the middle of the highway! Tonight, Tom Flesher will force Strangler to quit this match, and prove beyond a shadow of a doubt why he is called the SUPERIOR ONE, TOM FLESSSSSSSSSSSSHER!” Flesher nods as Funyon throws the card to the ground in disgust. “Thomas has an ego larger than George Steinbrenner and Al Davis put together!” mutters Comet in astonishment as Flesher walks into the corner and rests against the turnbuckle, looking on nonchalantly. “He looks calm, Comet” remarks Riley. “The mark of a true champion!”

 

“Kashmir” dies down, and the crowd starts to buzz, anticipating the arrival of the champion. “Godzilla” finally kicks up, and Rupp Arena explodes into cheers as “STRANGLER” flashes up on the SmarkTron in big, shining white letters. Finally, the song kicks up, and a wave of white pyro explodes up from the stage, signaling the arrival of Strangler. The champion comes walking through the wall of pyro, with the SWF World Title belt clutched tightly around his shoulder. Strangler looks around the arena with a forceful, confident look on his face, watching the fans clad in Tom Flesher and Boston Strangler shirts cheering. Strangler pauses longer than usual, watching the fans, then heads towards the ring, breaking away from the crowd reactions. “And now, introducing the CHAMPION! From Boston, Massachusetts, he weighs in at 303 pounds! He is the BOSTON….STRRRRRRRRRRRRANGLER!”

 

Strangler reaches the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring, locking eyes with Tom Flesher. They exchange knowing looks for a moment, with a surprising lack of enmity, then break the look as Strangler walks to the nearest turnbuckle and poses with the SWF World Heavyweight Title. Flashbulbs explode throughout the arena, and Strangler basks in their glow for a few seconds before hopping off backwards, and handing the title, slightly reluctantly, to Mark Hebner. Hebner hands the belt to an attendant at ringside, and turns to face the two men, who have meandered their way into the center of the ring. Hebner begins to lecture the two about the rules of the match while the crowd continues to buzz, on edge for the World Title match. “The crowd is really into this one, Comet, but the two wrestlers seem very laid-back, which is odd, considering the brutality we’re going to be seeing in just a moment” remarks Riley. “This, my friend, is the calm before the storm” mutters Comet as Hebner looks at both men, nods and calls for the bell, starting the match.

 

 

DING DING DING!

 

Strangler and Flesher immediately lash out and drill each other with hard shots: Flesher with his shotei, Strangler with a big closed-fist across the jaw. Both men go stumbling back, then charge forward. Flesher looks for another shotei, but Strangler lowers his shoulder and simply plows into Flesher with all his 300+ pounds behind him. Strangler drives Flesher back towards the ropes as Flesher tries to stem the tide. Flesher and Strangler bounce off the ropes, and Flesher uses the change in momentum to push Strangler off him. Strangler stops on a dime and charges once again, but Flesher sidesteps the shoulder charge and delivers a hard kick to the back of the leg. Strangler staggers, then whirls around again to be met with a sharp shotei to the chin. Strangler tries to shrug off the blow, but Flesher follows up with a left shotei, followed by a third. The crack from the third shot echoes throughout the arena, and Strangler falls back a step or two, rubbing his jaw and cursing under his breath. “An impressive start by Citizen Flesher, although Thomas will have much work to do to bring down the champion here tonight.”

 

Comet’s remarks go unnoticed by Riley as Flesher grabs Strangler by the forearm and whips him towards the ropes. Strangler plants himself and reverses the whip, sending Flesher flying across the ring. Flesher bounces off the ropes, and runs right into a big boot by Strangler, knocking Flesher flat on his back to the canvas. Flesher starts to roll off to the side, but Strangler drops an elbow across Flesher’s exposed chest, keeping him in the middle of the ring. Strangler starts to pull himself up, and grabs Flesher by the shoulder straps on his singlet to pull him up as well. Strangler reaches back and cracks Flesher square in the jaw with a hard right cross, sending Flesher’s head snapping back. Strangler lifts up and delivers a hard knee to the stomach, doubling Flesher over. “An impressive display by Strangler indeed!” remarks Comet as Riley looks on with concern as Strangler delivers a hard elbow to the back of Flesher’s skull, dropping him to the canvas. “This is still just the beginning, Comet. I get the feeling Strangler is gonna get as good as he gives in this one.”

 

Strangler tries to repeat his earlier strategy and drop an elbow across Flesher’s chest, but Tom is quicker this time, and rolls out of the way. Strangler reaches over to grab ahold of Tom, but Flesher again proves to be too quick and rolls out of the ring entirely to the outside, in order to regroup. Tom takes a deep breath or two, then hops back up onto the apron. Strangler is back on his feet, and charges forward, but Flesher sidesteps, then throws yet another shotei at Strangler’s exposed right kidney. Strangler takes a step backwards, allowing Flesher to lash out and drill Strangler through the ropes with a hard kick to the gut. Strangler backs away, holding his stomach, giving Flesher time to re-enter the ring. “Flesher’s using his speed, which has never been his strong suit, to give Strangler some fits here. Flesher is really showing how his experience with Strangler in the ring can come in handy.”

 

Riley’s comments seem to ring even truer as Strangler tosses a sloppy right hand out at Tom, which Flesher easily avoids. Tom hits Strangler with a forearm to the chest, then grabs ahold of Strangler’s arm and goes for the Irish whip again. This time, Strangler cannot reverse it, and the big man goes stumbling across the ring, and bounces off the ropes. Strangler picks up speed as he goes flying across the ring, then comes to a dead stop as Flesher grabs ahold of him. Flesher wastes no time and uses Strangler’s momentum to send him flying overhead with a railgun suplex. “A stupendous show of strength by Citizen Flesher!” cries Comet. Strangler goes crashing to the canvas, and rolls underneath the nearby ropes to the outside, breaking the action once again. The crowd is somewhat quiet as they take the match in, surprised by the fast pace early.

 

Strangler looks up and sees Tom Flesher climbing underneath the top rope to the apron. Flesher sets one foot on the apron, but Strangler reaches up and grabs ahold of the other, dragging Flesher down off the apron. Flesher’s chin connects hard with the ring apron, which draws a big “OOOOOOOOOOH!” from the crowd, surprised by the force of the blow. Strangler follows up with a big clothesline, taking a wobbly Flesher down to the ground. Strangler looks around, then sets his eyes on the crowd barrier. Strangler goes over and rips the padding off the top of the crowd barrier as the front row fans cheer Strangler on and pat him on the back. Strangler finally rips a long strip of padding off the top of the crowd barrier and tosses it off to the side. Strangler turns back to Flesher, but is immediately leveled by Flesher drilling him in the head with a wrench he pulled out from underneath the ring. The crowd boos mercilessly as blood starts to drip from Strangler’s head. Strangler himself falls back against the crowd barrier, totally dazed from the blow as the blood starts to run heavier from his forehead. “The nefarious Thomas Flesher has bloodied the face of justice! This cannot stand, Robert!” cries Comet in alarm. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Comet” replies Riley, with a snide touch to his voice.

 

“It’s a SPANDEX LEOTARD!” shouts a somewhat-angered Comet as Riley smirks. Meanwhile, Tom Flesher has reached back under the ring, and emerged with a cookie sheet. Flesher sets himself, then runs forwards and jumps into the air before wrapping the metal plate squarely around Strangler’s head. The pan bends to fit Strangler’s skull, and Strangler goes tumbling backwards over the crowd barrier into the front row of fans from the blow. Flesher tosses the bent cookie sheet, now smeared with Strangler’s blood, off to the side, and hops over the crowd barrier to the outside. Flesher grabs Strangler by his long, stringy hair and pulls him up into a standing position. Flesher drills Strangler with a double shotei squarely in the chest, sending Strangler stumbling backwards into a row of recently-vacated chairs. Strangler trips up and goes tumbling into the row of folding chairs, which all collapse down on top of him in a twisted wreck of metal and flesh. “Citizen Flesher is most certainly in charge of this match right now, Robert” remarks Comet in an offhand manner as Flesher takes a moment to simply look down at Strangler, lying on the ground.

 

Mark Hebner has appeared alongside the two men, carrying the SWF Championship belt with him to crown a champion at the end of the match. Strangler is starting to push himself out of the twisted pile of chairs as Flesher reaches down and grabs ahold of one of the upended folding chairs. He snaps it shut with a forceful snap, and the look on his face remains one of pure business. Strangler is groggy, trying to get back into the zone as Flesher cocks the chair backwards, waiting for Strangler. TBS finally turns around, and the first sight he sees is Flesher swinging a large, dark object towards his face. The chair connects with a smash, and Strangler holds upright for just a moment before dropping to the ground, bleeding even more profusely than before. Flesher leans back, and cracks Strangler across the skull once again. “Strangler’s just hit a .8 on the Muta scale!” screams Riley in glee as Flesher leans back one more time, and clocks Strangler with all his might over the head. “This one’s over early, Comet! Time to hit the bars!”

 

“Come now, Robert. Citizen Strangler will need much more convincing before he is forced to end this battle!” Despite Comet’s thinking, Flesher yanks a microphone away from Hebner, flicks it on, and holds it down to Strangler’s blood-soaked face. “C’mon, asshole! Say it! Say ‘I quit!’” Strangler shakes his head side to side, looks up, and barks out a gruff “Fuck you!” to Flesher. “And the bastion of justice fights on!” cries Comet as Flesher’s face starts to turn red. He reaches back for the steel chair he had been using earlier, looking to do even further damage. However, Strangler grabs the microphone from Flesher’s hand and whips it across Tom’s face. The Superior One goes shooting up out of his crouch, and gives Strangler enough of an opening to finally untangle himself from the mess of steel chairs around him. Flesher feels around and grabs the chair, and lifts it up, a victorious look on his face. He shoots up with the chair, but Strangler swings his chair into Tom’s, sending the chair crashing into Tom’s face.

 

“Strangler is back in business, Robert!” cries Comet as Flesher falls flat on his back, stunned from the blow. Strangler tosses his chair away, and reaches down to pull Tom up to his feet. Strangler drags Tom up, and starts to bring him, in a headlock, through the screaming crowd, which is going nuts for the battle the two men are putting on. “What idiocy by Strangler! He just threw away the weapon that neutralized Tom, and that did all that damage to his face! What the heck is he thinking?” ponders Riley as Strangler and Tom near some electrical equipment. Strangler reaches over, grabs a random black box at random, and pulls it away in a small stream of sparks. Strangler cracks Tom across the face with the box, which draws another howl from Flesher, before Strangler continues on, heading towards the backstage area. “This match is about to get MUCH more interesting, Comet!” exclaims Riley, with anticipation filling his voice.

 

Strangler and Flesher disappear behind a curtain, and emerge into a backstage area filled with the usual traveling equipment. A cameraman frantically scrambles into position, getting the best shot he can as Strangler continues to walk along the corridor with Flesher in the headlock. Strangler throws occasional punches into the face of Flesher, who winces with each blow. “I think Citizen Thomas may have a broken nose, Robert. That is most certainly not a natural angle for one’s nose to be pointing.” Strangler seems to have noticed, and is intent on doing everything necessary to exploit the injury as best he can. Strangler pauses for a moment in the middle of the pathway through the equipment, and starts throwing a series of punches into Tom’s trapped face. Blood is now streaming from the mis-shapen nose of Flesher as Strangler throws punch, after punch, after punch into Tom’s face. The crowd is chanting along, but Strangler is throwing the punches too quickly for the crowd to keep up. After a solid thirty seconds of Strangler smashing his right fist into Tom’s face, Strangler finally drops Tom to his knees, where he reaches up to clutch his nose.

 

“Strangler is showing absolutely no mercy right now to Flesher, Comet. How can you cheer on someone so cold-hearted like this?” Comet pauses for a moment, then speaks: “Strangler shall do what is necessary to subdue the forces of evil and to help good reign supreme. To put it simply: The ends justify the means, Citizen Robert.” Strangler grabs Tom after his brief respite, and brings him over to an anvil case, which he places Tom on top of. Flesher’s head droops off the edge of the anvil case, and the blood spills out of his nose to a small pool forming three feet below on the ground. Strangler positions himself behind the anvil case, and then starts to push Flesher forwards. Tom takes a moment to jolt back to reality, and looks up to see the wall quickly approaching. Tom only has time to mouth the words, “Oh, shit…” before Tom and the anvil case collide with the wall. The case goes bouncing backwards, and Tom drops to the floor, looking for all the world like he’s dead. “Oh my god…Strangler may have just killed Tom Flesher! What was that ends justify the means crap, Comet?”

 

Even Comet has been silenced by the move, looking over at the limp body of Tom Flesher, which is barely moving on the ground. “Citizen Strangler has got a taste for blood tonight, Robert” says Comet quietly as Strangler grabs the microphone lying nearby, and holds it up to Flesher’s face, which is resembling a red mask at this point. “Do you quit, Flesher? DO YOU QUIT?” Strangler’s voice echoes throughout the arena, partially by a “SAY I QUIT! SAY I QUIT!” chant coming from the crowd. Strangler looks down at Tom, who looks up, with the businesslike look still in his eyes, and simply shakes his head no. Strangler roars in disapproval, and goes to a full standing position before placing his foot squarely on Tom Flesher’s face and grinding Tom’s busted nose as hard as he can. “Strangler is taking a page straight out of Tom Flesher’s book by using that boot as an offensive weapon, in a fashion that must be EXTREMELY painful for Tom Flesher right now.”

 

Comet and Riley watch on their monitors, and the rest of the arena stares up at the SmarkTron, as Strangler continues to press down on Tom’s face. Flesher gropes around blindly, in massive pain, as Hebner is crouched down next to him, listening for the words. Suddenly, Flesher’s hands find Strangler’s lower leg. Flesher quickly pushes forwards with all his might, and Strangler goes stumbling back. Flesher keeps his grip on the leg locked on tightly, and pushes forwards again from a better position, taking Strangler down with his patented single leg takedown. Strangler thrashes about, but a quick shot to the face from Flesher’s right foot stops Strangler for the moment. Tom takes advantage and, readjusting his grip, starts to turn Strangler over into a half crab. Strangler fights it, but it’s too little, too late as Flesher manages to apply the half crab to TBS on the floor of the backstage corridor. Strangler is in a good deal of pain as he starts to crawl towards a couple of crates stacked on top of each other. Strangler crawls quickly, with Flesher doing everything he can to stall Strangler’s forward progress. However, Strangler makes it to the crates, and reaches up to help pull himself up. “Strangler using his brain there to break the hold in a most intelligent manner” offers Comet to an uninterested Riley as Strangler delivers a back kick to Flesher with his free foot, breaking the hold for good.

 

“Don’t worry about that, Comet. Strangler gave Flesher all he had to offer, and now Tom’s back on the offensive. This one should be a laugher from here.” Strangler takes a moment to regroup himself, as does Tom, before getting to his feet. The two men stagger towards each other, with Tom landing the first attack. Flesher’s shotei to the shoulder fazes Strangler for a moment, giving Flesher an opportunity to dart around Strangler, and lock on a rear waistlock. Strangler struggles to break the hold, and a well-placed elbow to Flesher’s injured nose does the trick to free Strangler. Strangler turns around to face Flesher, and locks his massive right fist around Tom Flesher’s throat, drawing a huge pop from the crowd. Strangler sets himself, then lifts Flesher up off the ground into the air. As Flesher goes up, he manages to slip out of the grip and land behind Strangler again on his feet, where he immediately goes for the rear waistlock again. Flesher sets himself quickly and hoists Strangler, but Strangler sets himself as well, and manages to keep himself on the ground. Flesher tries again, but Strangler manages to keep himself on terra firma once again. Flesher, with frustration on his face, starts to lift Strangler again. Strangler goes for the block, but Flesher quickly stops, and counters with a hard kick straight into Strangler’s groin. “Fiendish fiend!” cries comet as TBS howls in pain and goes limp in Flesher’s grasp. Tom grins, sets himself a third time, and lifts Strangler as hard as he can into the air. Strangler goes crashing down onto his back and lies, motionless, as Flesher and Strangler both lie down on the mat, totally spent from the sequence.

 

“Strangler finally falls before Flesher! It’s so reminiscent of most of TBS’ matches against Tom Flesher!” crows a triumphant Riley. Strangler is still down on the ground as Flesher looks around, and spies the anvil case Strangler had used earlier to send him smashing face-first into the wall. Flesher grins and walks over to it, lining it up straight at Strangler, who has just started to get himself up off the ground. Strangler looks around, as if in a daze, looking for Tom Flesher, when he hears a noise coming from the other side. He looks over, and sees Tom Flesher closing in on him with the anvil case at full speed. Strangler manages to stagger out of the way on his hands and knees at the last second, and Flesher sends the anvil case crashing past Strangler into a big pile of steel piping from the Lockdown set. The four-foot-long metal pipes go clattering along the corridor, and one comes rolling to a stop right next to Strangler’s hand. Strangler takes a moment, trying to comprehend what’s happening, then he lunges over awkwardly and grabs ahold of the pipe, wrapping his blood-stained hand around it. He turns around, looking to face Flesher, but another steel pipe goes slashing through the air and crashes down on Strangler’s hand. Strangler cries out in pain and drops the pipe as he looks up to see Flesher standing there with a pipe of his own. “Strangler’s advantage just disappeared REAL fast, Comet” observes Riley, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

 

Strangler holds up an arm to protect himself, and tries to reach for another pipe, but a quick flick of the wrist by Flesher sends the pipe crashing into Strangler’s side. Strangler grabs his side and drops to the ground, with his back up against one of the anvil cases. Strangler tries to dodge, but a second shot goes crashing into his knee, which draws an even louder scream from TBS. Strangler never has a chance to react as Tom leans back, baseball-style, before smashing Strangler square across the ribcage with the pipe. Flesher quickly follows up with a brutal-looking shot to the gut of Strangler. Strangler crumples over, the wind totally knocked out of his massive body, as Tom Flesher lets the pipe drop to the ground with a loud clattering noise. He bends down in Strangler’s face, with a microphone from the ground in his hand, and gets in VERY close to Strangler’s blood-caked face. “STRANGLER, GIVE UP! IT’S OVER! SAY I QUIT, AND THIS IS ALL OVER!” Strangler opens his eyes, which are partially covered by small pools of blood forming on his face, and just stares at Tom with a strangely calm look on his face. Flesher waits a few seconds, seething as he waits for SOME indication from Strangler either way, but the calm, piercing look from Strangler is all Flesher gets. “It appears that Citizen Strangler will continue to fight for Justice!” announces Comet, with a hint of pride in his voice.

 

Flesher screams in annoyance, and throws the microphone as far as he can across the massive storage area. The microphone hits the ground, and feedback runs throughout the audio channel, making everyone besides Flesher and Strangler cringe from the noise. “That feedback is still more informative, and easier to listen to, than you are, Bobby” jokes Comet, with a grin on his face. “Stuff it, freak” snaps Riley as Flesher looks around for his pipe. He quickly picks it up, spins around, and sends a massive shot straight at Strangler’s face. At the last moment, Strangler drops to the ground and the pipe shot connects with nothing but the anvil case behind Strangler’s broken frame. The pipe crashes against the case, and Flesher immediately drops it from the vibrations running through his hands. Flesher looks around, trying to find another weapon to use against the defenseless TBS. Finding nothing to his liking, Flesher turns to face Strangler mano-a-mano, but is met by Strangler launching himself off the ground with every ounce of energy he has left to connect with a belt shot to Flesher’s face. As the two men crash to the ground, Strangler drops the belt back into Hebner’s arms, and then collapses on the ground as the crowd is going nuts for Strangler’s comeback attempt. “Neither of these competitors will allow themselves to stay down, Robert! But neither man can take much more abuse than they have already taken! How can either one force the other to say ‘I Quit’?”

 

Both men begin to stir at the same time, as the crowd gets a “T-B-S! T-B-S!” chant going throughout Rupp Arena. Strangler, however, is taking much longer to get to his feet than Tom, who is on his feet as Strangler reaches his hands and knees. Flesher goes charging forward and drills into Strangler’s side with a running knee, which takes Strangler back down to the ground. Strangler rolls over once or twice before coming to a rest against a big, flat cardboard box. Flesher quickly pulls Strangler away from the walls, and up to his feet before locking on a quick front facelock, and giving Strangler a DDT onto one of the anvil cases. “A rare DDT from Citizen Flesher, showing that he can bust out some new moves to surprise our fair champion” astutely observes Comet. Strangler drops back to the ground and Flesher climbs up on top of the anvil case, taking aim at Strangler. Flesher steadies himself, then jumps off the anvil case and connects with Strangler, hitting a diving senton. Strangler shakes from the impact, but continues to try and force himself up off the ground, still in the match. “No matter what Thomas throws at Strangler, he just can’t beat him here tonight!”

 

Flesher walks over against the wall, and notices the flat cardboard box from a moment ago. He looks at the box, and quickly tears the top off to inspect the contents. A huge grin lights up on Flesher’s face, and he starts tearing away at the cardboard. “What do ya think is in there, Comet?” asks a perplexed Riley as Comet looks on, also confused. “I do not pretend to know, Robert” is Comet’s reply as Flesher tears away the cardboard to reveal 5 massive panes of glass. “Oh, sweet Jesus, this is gonna be GREAT!” cries out Riley as the Rupp Arena crowd starts to murmur amongst itself, wondering what act of violence is coming up next. “Tom Flesher lost to Frost in a Window Pain match at Ground Zero, and now glass and Thomas Flesher cross paths once again, Robert. A coincidence? I think not.”

 

Flesher grabs one of the panes of glass and pulls it all the way out of the box before laying it across two of the anvil cases lying around the area. He steadies the glass on the two anvil cases, setting up a perfect target, and then turns back to finish Strangler off. He reaches down to pull Strangler up into a standing position, but Strangler launches his right arm up and connects with a big low blow to Flesher. The cheers of the crowd are distinctly audible, even backstage, as Strangler starts to push himself to his feet as Flesher remains doubled over from the low blow. Strangler takes immediate advantage of the situation and grabs Flesher, pulling him into a side double underhook before dropping him to the ground with a double-armed DDT. “Lights Out from Citizen Strangler! This could signal the end of Tom Flesher right here, Robert!” calls out Cyclone Comet as Riley looks on, with concern on his face.

 

Strangler gets to his feet, and looks around, noticing the giant pane of glass between the two anvil cases. Strangler takes a deep breath, and groans as his bruised ribs make it difficult for him to breathe. He reaches up and wipes the blood away from his eyes, then grabs Flesher by the singlet and pulls him into a standing position. Strangler looks at the glass pane, almost reluctantly, then uses all the strength remaining in his body to hoist Flesher up into a press slam position. The crowd explodes for the Boston Massacre setup as Strangler holds for only a moment, then sends Tom Flesher falling down…down….down through the glass pane. Flesher lands headfirst on the ground as glass goes shattering in all directions. Small rivulets of blood start to spread across Flesher’s entire body, as well as across Strangler’s arms and face, as a HUGE “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant breaks out through the arena. “Dear lord! Citizen Strangler just gave Thomas a Boston Massacre THROUGH A PIECE OF GLASS TO A CONCRETE FLOOR!” Riley is totally silent as the rest of the arena explodes. Strangler gropes around for a microphone, which is finally handed to him by Hebner. He presses it down into Flesher’s face, which is covered with small shards of glass, and barks “NOW! QUIT NOW!” Strangler rolls Flesher onto his back, with the sound of crunching glass clearly audible through the microphone, as Strangler continues to push the microphone into Flesher’s face. “SAY IT!” screams Strangler, who seems totally desperate at this point. Flesher’s eyes flutter, and he uses all the strength he has to raise his tattered and bloodied right arm to flip Strangler the bird.

 

“There’s life in Flesher yet, Comet! It’s not over! It’s not over!” The SWF fans are incredulous by the display of Flesher’s vitality, which sends Strangler into a rage. Strangler storms to his feet and drags himself over to the box containing the glass pains. Strangler takes ahold of another one and drapes it over the same place, on top of the already-broken glass on the ground below. “This is your last chance, Flesher!” barks Strangler. “Say it now, or you go through another one!” Strangler points at the new piece of glass, which is smeared with TBS’ and Flesher’s blood already. Flesher doesn’t respond, and Strangler picks Tom Flesher up off the ground once again. Glass falls back to the ground, and Flesher’s blood is pouring from every part of his body now. Strangler braces himself again, and lifts Flesher into a press slam position once again. This time, Strangler hardly even pauses before dropping down, and sending Tom Flesher flying through the pane of glass. Flesher does a header onto the pile of broken glass already lying there, which sends blood spurting out from the top of his head into a disturbingly large pool nearby. Another “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant emerges from the crowd, although the chant this time is much more subdued, as many people are staring at Flesher’s bloodied, battered body with a good deal of concern.

 

Strangler takes ahold of the microphone once again, and thrusts it into the face of Tom Flesher. “Now say it! LET THIS END!” screams Strangler in a frantic voice. “DON’T MAKE THIS CONTINUE!” Flesher opens his eyes, which are framed by shards of glass, and manages to croak out the words “I quit!” in a low voice before his head collapses against the shards of glass on the ground, where remains motionless.

 

DING DING DING!

 

Strangler falls backwards, landing on some broken glass as well, but the big man ignores the pain as he allows himself to relax. Funyon’s booming voice from inside the arena echoes to their corridor, and the phrase “…STILL YOUR SWF CHAMPION…” echoes loudly throughout the room as “Godzilla” blares in the background. Hebner hands the belt to Strangler, who wraps his two bloodied paws around the belt and holds it close to him as if it was a child. A dozen or so medical personnel come sprinting into the picture, and the majority of them huddle around Tom Flesher’s downed body, brushing off all the glass they can. A few walk over to Strangler, and help to pull him up to his feet. As Strangler gets to his feet, he pushes the staffers away, and starts to walk away under his own power, with blood still dripping from the huge gash on his forehead, and from dozens of small cuts from pieces of glass all over his body.

 

“What a battle, Robert! Strangler and Thomas Flesher gave us one of the finest, most brutal battles that this esteemed federation has even been privileged to witness, in my opinion.” Riley looks at Comet as if he was mad: “Tom Flesher just got put through TWO glass plates! Strangler is a sadistic, evil monster! There’s something wrong with him!” “Well, Citizen Robert, he happens to still be our champion, and he will be representing the SWF in the main event of Genesis IV: The Voyage Home, only on PPV on Sunday, September 28th!” Riley just shakes his head in disgust. “This is worse than when Jay Dawg main-evented last year…”

 

Comet ignores Riley and turns to face the camera. “Once again, loyal viewers, thank you for joining us here tonight! Alongside Robert Riley, I am CYCLOOOOOOOOOOONE COMET! Thank you, and tune in next week for more fantastic action in the SWF!”

 

The camera begins to fade to black, with the final shot showing medics picking Tom Flesher up, still cleaning glass off of him, as Strangler disappears around a corner with the SWF Title slung around his shoulder.

[Dace59 0]

Storm's opening pryo dies down as the crowd continue to yell and shout as the image moves around to Bobby Riley and Cyclone Comet at the commentary position.

 

Comet: Welcome one and all Citizens and SWF fans to this latest SWF Strom here in Lexington, Kentucky, where I, Cyclone Commmmeeeeeeetttt, and Bobby Riley bring the honourable action.

 

Riley: Thank you Comet. Now, I must pimp the up coming Pay Per View, Genesis the biggest SWF Pay Per View event of the year and you can order it right now from your local companies. Be sure to order now, you won't want to miss King putting Hugg and Stevens in there places, under his boot!

 

Comet: Citizen Riley, really. Justice will come out on top in this situation and there are sure to be important events on tonight's show.

 

Stepping into the ring, Funyon stands ready to announce the first match.

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following Tag Team Contest will be for One Fall and will be for ... The Number One Contendership to the SWF TAG TEAM TITLES!

 

YYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

 

Funyon: Introducing firstly, at a combined weight of four hundred and forty one pounds, the team of ... 'THE SICK BOY' DANTE CRANE and 'THE ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARE' CROW!

 

The soft opening tones hum over the arena as the lights drop out as a ring of fire lights up on the stage, as the words explode from the speakers.

 

YOU'RE GONNA BURN IN HELL!

 

The flames explode as the lights raise up to show Crow and Dante Crane walking down from the stage towards the ring. The Gothic Warrior takes the last drags of his cigarette before flicking it away. Dante sheds his trench coat and hands it over to the Time Keeper. Sliding into the ring, the pair climb the turnbuckles and spread their arms to the cheering fans.

 

YYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

 

CROWWWW! CROWWWW! DAN-TAY! DAN-TAY!

 

Funyon: And there opponents, weighing in at five hundred and fifty seven pounds ... representing the Unholy Trinity .... DACE 'HORRORCORE' NIGHT and 'THE MAORI BADASS' VA'AIGA!

 

The ring fades fade out once again as the ramp fills with smoke and strobing red laser light flickers across it. As a red spot light focuses, the pyro fires up as the music rips into life.

 

LET FREEDOM RING WITH A SHOTGUN BLAST!

 

Striding out side by side in the duo make their ways down the ramp under the strobe lights. Climbing the steps onto the ring around, the climb into the ring as the lights come back up. Sliming across the ring to Crow and Dante, the Trinity members make a hand shake before stepping into their corner.

 

YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

TRIN-ITY! TRIN-ITY! TRIN-ITY! TRIN-ITY!

 

Raising his elbow into the air, Dace beats on in, signalling to all the home state fans of Danny Williams, marking their absent leader.

 

DAN-E! BOOM! BOOM! DAN-E! BOOM! BOOM!

 

Comet: Looks like we're deep down in Elbow country here Citizen Riley.

 

Referee Nick Soapdish steps into the middle of the ring and waves his hand in the air, calling for the opening bell as Dace and Dante take up the positions in the center of the ring.

 

DING, DING, DING!

 

Riley: Why do we have to watch the repeat of his horrible match. Why? No one in this match knows how to work right damn it.

 

Clashing head on from the get go, Dace and Dante lock up with each other in the centre of the ring. Using his strength and size advantage, Dace easily starts to force all his weight down onto the Sick Boy, but Crane surprises Horrorcore with a sudden back roll, grabbing Night's wrists as he comes. Coming back to his feet, he has a grip on Dace's wrists which are know twisted around the wrong way. Before Dace can react to the shock, Dante leaps from the feet and Dropkicks Dace squarely in the chest, sending the Brummie Goth tumbling back to the mat.

 

Riley: Interesting, Dante looks like he's going to play straight into Dace's power advantage, but comes out with a nice speed based move to score first blood.

 

Comet: It's what you have to do, use your strengths in the right, honourable way to get the win.

 

Scrambling back to his feet, Dace lashes out towards Dante but has to duck an incoming Leg Lariat before he can make an attack. Popping straight back up, he just isn't fast enough as Dante leaps from his feet and wrapping his legs around Night's neck, drops backwards, taking him over with a Hurricanrana.

 

RRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHH!

 

Bounding back to his feet, Crane leaps onto the second rope and springs backwards, launching his body at the raising Dace Night with a Springboard Moonsault ..

 

OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Which gets caught as Horrorcore easily holds the Sick Boy over his shoulder. Breaking into a run, Dace looks to plant Dante into the mat with a Running Powerslam, but Dante kicks his legs franticly and slides down Night's back, giving him a firm shove on the way down, launching him full speed and chest first into the turnbuckles...

 

YYYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHH!

 

...Diving into the corner, Crane leaps to the middle rope as Dace staggers backwards clutching his chest. Springing backwards, Dante turns over it middle air and levels Dace with a Crossbody taking him all the way down to the mat. Slamming back first into the mat, Dace rolls ever muscle in his back and uses the momentum to flip himself over, carrying Sick Boy with him and reverse the pin.

 

Throwing a shoulder up before Soapdish can even get into place, Dante rolls to his feet but Dace is already up and wrapping his arms around Crane's legs picks him up with hardly any effort before throwing him back into the mat with a Spinebuster.

 

Riley: Dante takes control with his speed, but gets out manoeuvred by Dace Night. Someone should take control of his match by ending it right now really.

 

Comet: This is the good sort of wrestling we need to see more off all around the world.

 

Dragging Crane back to his feet, Night drills a knee into his midsection, doubling him over and wrapping his arm around in a quick Front Facelock before he falls backwards and spikes Dante's head with a DDT. Holding on, Night rolls back to his feet and plants another knee into the Sick Boy's gut, keeping him dazed before whipping him off into the Unholy Trinity's corner.

 

Riley: Ohh, never a good place to be, the other team's camp.

 

Comet: That surprises me coming from you Citizen Riley.

 

Moving back to his corner, Dace tags in the Maori Badass as Dante Crane tries to shake his head out. Dragging him out of the corner, Dace wraps an arm around Dante's head from behind and hooks his leg from behind as Va'aiga does the same from infront. Sweeping both his legs out, the drill Dante back first into the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep and Inverted Russian Leg Sweep Combo.

 

YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

 

Riley: Here comes a beat down. This might just be interesting maybe. Dante isn't going to last long if he can't break away from Va'aiga and Dace's power and put his speed into action again.

 

Va'aiga drops down and makes a cover in the safety of his own cover, hooking Crane's legs as Soapdish slides into place.

 

 

......ONE!

 

 

 

 

......TWO!

 

Kickout! Even as Crow starts to charge across the ring for the save.

 

RRRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

 

Standing back to his feet, the Maori Badass winds back ring huge right hand as the Sick Boy staggers back to his feet, shaking his head, Va'aiga hammers a jaw crunching Uppercut into Crane's jaw that sends his flying backwards into the ropes and bouncing straight back into Va'aiga's arms. The Maori locks his huge arms and snaps his body backwards, sending Dante flying across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Following him across the ring, Va'aiga pulls Crane back to his feet, running an arm between his legs and scooping him up into the air. Dropping backwards, he nails Dante into the mat with a Northern Lights Bomb.

 

Riley: Belly to Belly Suplex half way across the ring and that Southern Lights Bomb from Va'aiga, really laying into Dante Crane. Just like the last time. Is Crane going to be able to pull out the speed again to save himself?

 

Comet: Well Citizen Riley, we wont fine out until it's happened, but Crane is a true wrestler and he'll be able to make a come back when he gets the chance.

 

Rolling over, the Maori Badass hooks the leg as Soapdish dives in to count the fall.

 

......ONE!

 

 

 

......TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

NO!

 

 

YYYYYYYAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Diving out of his corner, Crow slams his boots into the Maori's back, breaking up the pinfall, saving his partner and the match. Backing off as Soapdish yells at him, Crow steps back into his corner and clutches at his tag rope, waiting until he can make the tag.

As Va'aiga drags Sick Boy to his feet and shoots him off across the ring, sending him barrelling into ropes, Crow leans over as far as he can, stretching out, and just manages to slap his hand on his partners back in a blind tag.

 

SLAP! OOOOOOHHHHHHH!

 

Bailing out, Dante drops into a baseball slide, going straight between the Maori's legs and sliding under the ropes out of the ring as the Antichrist Superstar leaps to the top rope and dives across the ring, Dropkicking the distracted Va'aiga in the back, knocking him sprawling across the ring.

 

Comet: Crow with a Springboard Dropkick to the back, can he make the speed and tactics pay of this time around?

 

As Dante grabs the barrier on the outside and tries to regain his senses, Crow measures up Va'aiga as the Maori Badass stumbles back to his feet. Swinging his whole body, foot first Crow drills into into the Maori's head with an echoing Das Wunder Kick..

 

CRACK! WWWWOOOOOOOOOOO

 

Following it up, Crow hauls the Trinity member to his feet, clamping on a Front Facelock and drops back with a quick DDT. Rolling to his feet, the Gothic Warrior pulls Va'aiga into a sitting position. Running himself into the ropes, Crow throws himself through the air and slams his feet into the back of the Maori's head with a ringing smack. Forcing all his weight across the Maori's shoulders, Crow hooks the leg for a cover as Dante drags himself back into his corner.

 

......ONE!

 

 

 

 

......TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.......1/4!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

......1/2!

 

 

 

 

 

NO!

 

Riley: Crow out doing Va'aiga right now, but he's got to keep an eye on Dace Night if he wants to win this one. It's not going to be easy, but I wish it was. Still, keep ringing those bells, I'm not surprised that the big dumbass Maori's head sounds empty as anything.

 

Shrugging himself off, Crow gets back to his feet and drags Va'aiga with him. Swinging back his arm, driving home a Knife Edge Chop...

 

SMACK! WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

SMACK! WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

SMACK! WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

Following up the blows with a rain of right hands, the Gothic Warrior backs the Unholy Trinity member back into the corner. Spinning him around, Crow climbs to the top turnbuckle, slapping on a Front Facelock, pushing off the turnbuckles and swinging around, Crow spikes Va'aiga with a Murderous DDT as Dace and only watch and wait as he partner takes a beating. Angling the big Maori to the ropes, Crow leaps onto them and dives backwards with a Springboard Moonsault, dropping his body across the Maori's chest for a cover.

 

......ONE!

 

 

......TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

......1/4!

 

 

 

 

 

 

.......1/2!

 

 

 

 

 

 

......3/4!

 

 

 

 

Kickout!

 

 

YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Riley: Murderous DDT followed up by a Springboard Moonsault for a close too count. If it hand been from the top rope like last time, this damn match would have been over by know.

 

Comet: Va'aiga has heart and spirit, he's fighting on against the beatings is taken. It's a head to head contest of skills and wits. What wrestling should be Citizen Riley.

 

Slamming the mat in slight frustration, Crow moves back to his corner, reaching out and tagging in the recovered Dante Crane....

 

DAN-TAY! DAN-TAY! DAN-TAY!

 

....Jumping onto the tope rope, Sick Boy leaps forwards and sends his body weight crashing into Va'aiga chest with a Springboard Senton, as Horrorcore winces at the impact on his tag partner.

 

Comet: With a shot at the Tag Titles hanging in the balance, Crow and Dante are pulling out all the stops to trying and get the win and set themselves on the path for Tag Team Gold.

 

Riley: How about the pull out all the stops and finish the match before the crowd falls asleep.

 

Pointing to the top rope, Dante starts to climb the turnbuckles as the fans roar into life. Pulling a hand across his throat, Crane balances himself on the top, as Va'aiga lays almost unmoving on the mat. Clasping his hands in a prayer, the Sick Boy looks to deliver The Cure and finish off the Maori Badass. Jumping through the air, Dante drops towards the mat, aiming himself straight at the Maori's heart....

 

RRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

SSSMMMAAAACCCCKKKK!

 

Comet: HE MISSES THE CURE! IT'S NOT OVER YET!

 

Riley: Once again taking to many high risks works against a flyer. Will the pee brains ever learn?

 

As both men lay flat out on the mat, almost motionless, Dante Crane after missing from the top rope, and Va'aiga after the beating he's taken, as Soapdish starts to count them both down.

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

 

 

 

FOUR!

 

 

 

 

 

FIVE!

 

 

 

 

SIX!

 

 

Dante Crane rolls over, clutching at his head as he slowly stands up to his feet.

 

VA-ING-UG! VA-ING-UH! VA-ING-UH!

 

As the fans yell on the encouragement for the Maori Badass to get back to his feet, Dante stumbles over slowly, dragging Va’aiga to his feet. Flicking his leg and slamming it into the Maori’s dead section, Dante Crane looks out to the crowd and across to Crow, and the Bird gives Dante the sign that it’s time to finish the Maori Badass off. Crow steps briefly through the ring ropes and stomps three times on the floor, cueing up the sinster gothic band for the final big crescendo. Dante lifts Va’aiga up and slowly, deliberately places first one arm, then the other underneath the massive Maori’s armpits, twisting them back round and locking his hands round the back of Va’aiga’s neck.

 

Riley: This could be it for the Maori badass. It’s been a tenacious effort to stay in this match, but this could finally be the undoing of the Godfather of Booyah.

 

Comet: It’s nice to see you giving credit where credit’s due.

 

Riley: Yeah it’s only so I can gloat over the big dumbass getting pinned later!

 

Crow rears back, preparing to fire off a massive thrust kick and as Crow launches forwards… VA’AIGA SLIPS ROUND WITH A TOP WRISTLOCK AND LOCKS IN A FULL NELSON OF HIS OWN! Crow fires off the kick he had charged up, with his head turned away to add more snap to the impact, and BLINDLY WUNDERKICKS DANTE CRANE INTO A VA’AIGA DRAGON SUPLEX!

 

VA-ING-UH! VA-ING-UH!

 

Comet: Oh my god! Va’aiga reversed the DEADLY Wunder kick and Ethereal Suplex combination. It that had come off right Va’aiga would have been TOAST, Badass or not! Maybe, just MAYBE the Maori Badass has a chance now to tag in Dace Night! This could be a heroic comeback, and it takes a hero to know a hero!

 

Bobby Riley says nothing and just sits there sulking.

 

Soapdish orders Crow back to his own corner, flustered by the interference overruling his authority as Va’aiga drops down to the mat, choosing to try for his own corner rather than bridging out the suplex. Crow slides back gracefully to his corner, grabs the tag rope and reaches as far as his frame can go out into the ring, Dante Crane struggling after the MASSIVE dragon suplex to recover. Meanwhile Va’aiga, slumped on the canvas starts heading slowly towards his own corner, stretching out a massive bulked up and heavily tattooed arm towards the outreaching Dace.

 

TRI-NI-TY! TRI-NI-TY! TRI-NI-TY!

 

DAN-TAY-CRANE! DAN-TAY-CRANE!

 

Comet: Whoever makes the tag first is in pole position to win this match!

 

Riley: In all my history in this great federation, I’ve NEVER seen a situation like this.

 

Comet: Do I detect a hint of irony in your voice?

 

Riley: Mayyyyyyyyybe

 

Grabbing hold of his neck, Dante Crane stumbles up to his feet and falls forward towards his own corner, flicking just the merest touch of his hand into Crow’s and That Freakin’ Bird leaps over the top rope and rushes across the ring to intercept the Maori Badass. Crow grabs for Va’aiga as the Maori just manages to stand and grabs for a massive Maori arm. Crow drags Va’aiga into a strong Irish Whip but the Maori Badass holds on and with a last burst of energy pulls Crow back into his and flattens the Antichrist Superstar with a Short Arm Clothesline.

 

Riley: That wasn’t the best clothesline I’ve ever seen from the Maori Badass

 

Comet: Yeah but given the situation that could be among the most important!

 

Crow gets to his feet quickly and lunges to stop the tag, but it’s too late as a last despairing dive, like a rugby player diving for the try line with an opponent snapping at his heels, Va’aiga tags in the Big Bad Brummie, DACE NIGHT!

 

Riley: Like welfare check day in a Kentucky social support office, business is about to pick up.

 

Comet: And citizens, get your bring back Mark Stevens badges at reception.

 

Riley: I’ll tell King you said that.

 

Crow charges the fresh Dace Night, but Dace rocks the talented Australian back with a deadly looking elbow smash across the cheeks. Dante Crane rolls back into the ring and stands, looking to help his tag partner out, but Dace turns in time to stagger Dante with a second massive elbow smash. Crow bounces off the ropes to steady himself, but his slowness in steadying his feet results gives Dace time to turn back and fire a third masterful elbow smash back across Crow’s face. Crow stumbles and lays backwards across the ropes, holding firm for support. Dante stumbles back to his feet, still clutching his neck with one arm and a fourth massive elbow sends HIM to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.

 

Comet: Dante Crane and Crow hung out to dry like week old washing.

 

Riley: You leave your washing a week before putting it out to dry?

 

Comet: Well not personally.

 

Riley: Leave the metaphors to ME.

 

Dace stands in the center of the ring and looks first left, then right at his opponents both hung up on the ropes and then CHARGES first at Crow spilling the Antichrist Superstar over the top rope, legs flailing in the air, tumbling in an unpleasant arc and crashing down with a thump to the outside.

 

Comet: That look like it hurt, and hurt bad.

 

Dace turns back to Dante and given twice the run up BLOWS DANTE AWAY WITH A TWICE AS NASTY, TWICE AS NICE, ALL THE PAIN OF YOUR BALLS IN A VICE FULL ON OVER THE ROPES YAKUZA KICK! Dace walks calmly back to the center of the ring and throws the horns to the crowd!

 

DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT!

 

And with a slight grin and a nod to Va’aiga… Dace calls out a totally unexpected…

 

BOO-YAH!

 

TRI-NI-TY! TRI-NI-TY!

 

Comet: A nod to his Maori tag Partner there both physically and verbally.

 

Riley: Well if you called Va’aiga the Godfather of Booyah, what’s Dace? The Ray Liotta?

 

Dace stands awaiting his pair of opponents to recover, and the Birmingham based superstar is not disappointed as the ever resilient Crow gets back to the ring apron and hops with his catlike balance up to the top rope. Crow leaps off with a picture perfect springboard cross body, but Dace Night, still with all his wits about him, sharply catches the Birdman of the SWF and holds him for a second before hoisting Crow over his head into a Fireman’s Carry!

 

Comet: Crow unlucky to be caught by Dace there, I’ve seen many a man flattened by a cross body like that.

 

Riley: Well it could have been worse. If you get caught there by the Maori, you get Maori Dropped and pinned before you can say Whakanga Tutae!

 

Dante Crane leaps onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes, moving in on Dace Night and firing off a loose crescent kick, rolling with the momentum to close the distance, but Dace spins round himself in tho opposite direction, cat-in-a-washing-machineing Crow while smacking Dante solidly across the side of the head WITH CROW’S HEELS! Dante Crane drops to the canvas and Dace smashes Crow back first into the mat with a BRUTAL CORKSCREW REVERSE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Dace leans back and hooks a leg and Soapdish drops to cover…

 

……ONE!

 

 

 

 

……TWO!

 

 

 

 

……1/4!

 

 

…….1/2!

 

 

……3/4!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…...9/10…. and CROW KICKS OUT!

 

RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: My god! Superheroic resistance there from the Australian superstar.

 

Riley: Crow is one tough competitor. I’ve seen many a ham-and-egger go down to a Reverse Death Valley Driver recently.

 

Comet: But there’s no ham and eggers in the SWF!

 

Soapdish gets up to order Dante Crane out of the ring as the Canadian Cruiserweight peels himself off the canvas again. Dante skulks his way out of the ring as Dace scrapes Crow off the mat and locks in a tight standing head scissors. Dace looks to see where Dante is, and finding the Canadian on the ring apron Dace powers Crow up over his shoulders and SMASHES the Bird down to the mat with a High Angle powerbomb, holding onto the matchbook pin…

 

……ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

…….TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

……1/4!

 

 

 

 

……1/2!

 

KICKOUT!

 

YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

 

And Crow rolls a shoulder, leaving Soapdish to signal two at Dace Night, drawing a grunt of disapproval from the High Priest of Horrorcore.

 

Comet: He folded him up like origami and mailed him all the way to hurt town.

 

Riley: Is it just me, or is Dace Night getting irritated.

 

Dace flashes a glance over to Va’aiga and the Maori Badass nods in approval, and the roof nearly blows off the building with the MASSIVE stadium wide pop as Dace slaps his thigh twice and looks over to the Ragin’ Maori, who respondsby looking out into the arena and slowly making the slit throat motion! Dace reaches over and tags in the Maori Badass…

 

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

Comet: You know what time it is?

 

Riley: Time the referee cracked down on double team moves?

 

Dante Crane leaps from his corner and rushes in to intercept the double team, only to rush straight into the arms of Dace who promptly SNAPS the Cruiserweight down to the mat with a vicious Spinebuster. Dante stays in position sat up and VA’AIGA HITS A DROPKICK ON HIS SEATED OPPONENT!!

 

Riley: Mark it down in your diary folks, Dante Crane may have only been sitting down, but Va’aiga hit a dropkick! You’ll never see that in your life again!

 

Meanwhile Dace waits on the Bird standing up and then makes DAMN SURE that Crow is set on the mat face down, bouncing off the ropes and driving into the back of Crow’s skull with a huge running enzui-elbow smash! Dace stands to the side of Crow and waits as Va’aiga picks up Crow by the legs, then as the Maori delivers the vicious Inverted Powerbomb, the Englishman fires off that special axe kick to the back of Crow’s neck…

 

Comet: DECAPITATOR! DECAPITATOR! DECAPITATOR!

 

Va’aiga rolls Crow over and leans back across him, hooking a leg and Soapdish drops to count as the fans yell along…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

……

 

 

 

…….

 

 

 

……

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dante Crane dives over to break the pin… BUT IS INTERCEPTED BY A RUNNIGN LARIAT BY DACE NIGHT!

 

THREE!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, here are your winners … DACE NIGHT and VAAAAA’AAAIIIIIGGGGAAAAA!

 

Comet: What a great win from the Maori Badass and the Horrocore one. The Unholy Trinity go marching on, unbeaten in straight tag matches and all set up for that return match at Genesis Four… live on Pay Per View.

 

Riley: Oh no. It looks like Va’aiga has the Microphone. This can’t be good.

 

In the ring Center as Crow and Dante Crane dust themselves off and Dace Night offers each man a handshake, Va’aiga grabs the mic that had been tossed up to him and breathing heavily he addresses both his opponents and the crowd…

 

Va’aiga: Yo! Crow. Dante. That’s twice we’ve faced and you’ve pushed us harder than any team in the federation, without having to bend ANY damn rules and without having to PISS ME OFF! After we kick the sorry asses of Double Jeopardy at Genesis IV, you guys are welcome to take a shot at us ANY TIME, ANY PLACE. And Quiz, Show, I know you boys are watching in the back, so I’m gonna shout this challenge out to you right now, sit up, take notice, don’t spill your sodas… GENESIS IV… TAG TEAM CAGE MATCH! But not just any cage. The most BRUTAL structure ever devised by the sick minds that book this damn federation… THE NO ESCAPE CAGE! BOO-YAH!

[Guest Suicide King]

I thought your match was fucking awesome, Strangler. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of there. A fantastic read.