Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 The opening pyro of Lockdown fades out, as the camera pans back to the ring. “Well, now that’s that all out of the way Comet, we can sit back and wait. I’m just looking forward to Tom Flesher showing Dace Night just how inferior he is. It’s going to be such a laugh!” Riley half cackles from behind the commentators’ table. But just Riley finishes, smoke billows out of the set, as the lights drop out. A scream rips over the PA system as Captor of Sin rips into life, with the first assault of finger shredding solos. Rolling blasts of white pyro ripple down the ramp as Dace Night steps out, mike in hand. Striding down the ramp, through the smoke and pyro, Dace climbs the ring apron, stepping through the ropes and into the ring. DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! “Oh god no. This is not a good way to start the show. Everyone is going to tear their ears off to save themselves from this.” Riley moans. “Silence Citizen Riley. Let the good Citizen speak. He’s fought his way to a hard earned World Title shot and he must have something on his mind.” Cyclone Comet snaps back. Slowly bringing up the mike up to his lips, Dace looks around at the fans that are chanting his name. “People, people. Quite please, I don’t want you to get any high hopes. You all know I’m no good at talking on big stages, but I just had to come out here and say this, because it was important.” He begins slowly. “So important you had to come out here and bore us all to death?” Riley sneers. “I’ve been through a lot these past few weeks. Being picking to fight for Grand Slam Mark Stevens, winning at Genesis Four, over Bastion and Michael Craven, then beating Craven and Silent… mother fucking Silent, to get my very first shot at the SWF World Title.” YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! “And now, I’m up against the man that has to considered the best man in the business right now,” Dace continues, “Tom Flesher. I know I’ve through some tough guys. But this is the World Champion. I better be as Horrorcore as I think I am if I’m going to win this one.” RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! “So I’m just going to say, to all you people. I’m going to give you the best fucking show I can give you. I’m going to give my very best in this one. For everyone. For all you people, for everyone watching at home. For all the boys in the back and especially for Va’aiga and Danny Williams. Trinity pride you know.” Flashing a small smile from under his scars, Dace grins to the crowd. “Also…” “Thank god, some one’s out here to shut him up!” Shouts Riley. “The River Dragon Has Come” hits the speakers, and the crowd is suddenly up in arms as Nathaniel Kibagami makes his way through the curtains, microphone in hand. BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “The Silent One is clearly upset, and he has every right to be! He was screwed out of a shot at the World title on Lockdown, and Dace Night has the gall to come out here and claim he EARNED it!” ”The stipulations of the #1 contender’s match were very clear, Bobby. Craven’s interference was unfortunate, but entirely legal. Dace Night won the match – Silent’s just bitter about it, as usual.” At the top of the ramp, Silent simply shakes his head. “I thought you were better than this, Dace,” he says. “I thought you would at least have the decency to admit you got lucky. But apparently, I was wrong. You’re out here rambling on and on about what an honor it is and how lucky you are and what a hard-fought match it was. It was a hard-fought match, yes – for me.” SILENT SUCKS! SILENT SUCKS! SILENT SUCKS! “It must’ve been hard to lie on your back for three seconds, yeah.” Kibagami ignores the taunt and the cheers from the crowd. “I beat Craven, not you! You couldn’t put me away on your own – you needed the Nightmare’s help to do it! I should be the man facing Tom Flesher tonight, not you! I beat Edwin MacPhisto, goddamn it!” MAC-PHIST-OOOOO! MAC-PHIST-OOOOO! “SHUT UP!” Silent whips around to face the fans, drawing their ire even more as he does so. “I beat the best this federation has at Genesis! I AM the best this federation has! So I had to fight two men on Lockdown, and the only thing it proved is that the man standing in the ring right now –“ Silent points to Dace – “CANNOT beat me on his own!” “Well, in that case Silent I’ll delay my title shot and take you on, right now. Come on, get your ass into ring and we’ll rumble under any rules you like!” DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! “Did you hear that Citizen Riley? Dace is ready to take the Silent One right here and now!” Yells Comet. “You mean he’s ready to have his ass kicked right here and now!” Riley shouts back. “Oh please Dace.” Silent smirks, “You really think you deserve that. You really think I feel the wasting the effort to break your neck, when I’m got your dumb ass Maori sucker of a partner I can kill later in the show. So don’t get your hopes you. You may have the world title shot. But just like you can’t beat me by yourself, you sure as well can’t beat Tom Flesher.” BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “The slaughter will have to have to wait till another time then. I’m sure these people will try and wait. But if you don’t mind, I have a title match to get ready for, so stop wasting my time!” Dace growls. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “If you mattered and I wasn’t saving a surprise for everyone here, I’d make you regret that line Dace!” Turning on his heel, Silent strides through the entrance way without another word as Dace glares a hole in the back of his head. “Well, well. Looks like things could get interesting in the title match tonight Citizen Riley. I just hope it’s all fair play.” Comments Cyclone. “Well people, this has wasted enough of your time. On with the show!” Throwing the mike to the floor, Dace slides out of the ring, as Captor Of Sin rips back into life. Striding up the ramp, he tags hands with a few fans as they continue to chant. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 SWF Smarkdown October 13, 2003 LIVE from the SOLD-OUT Wheeling Civic Center in Wheeling, West Virginia Hardcore-Gamers Championship Hardcore Match WildChild © v. Quiz Quiz has been keeping an eye out for more chances at more gold. When new commissioner Stevens heard about this, he decided to grant his request, but I doubt the villianous Quiz had going ten minutes with the Bahamian BuzzSaw in mind. Singles Match Va'aiga v. Nathaniel "Silent" Kibagami Yes, Edwin convinced Grand Slam not to fire Silent, but he never said anything about making his stay pleasant. And after seeing the Maori Badass handle the cruel Bastion, Stevens knew just the match to make. Tag Team Match The Boston Strangler and Xstasy v. Erek Taylor and Andrew "The Sacred One" Blackwell TBS has some real issues with Taylor. X beat the high-flyer in his first match back. Grand Slam gave Taylor two days to come up with a partner for this match, and he turned up one of the nastiest men in the business, the new ICTV Champion. Tag Team Match The Bemani Cross Wizards (Thoth and Ced Ordonez) v. Justice and Rule (Judge William Hearford III & Ejiro fasaki) The masters have returned, and only a fool would wait to get them on television! JnR try to take the first step back to tag glory by roughing up the reformed BCW. 'nuff said. Main Event The SWF World Heavyweight Championship Singles Match "The Superior One" Tom Flesher © v. Dace Night For the second show in a row, Tom Flesher sets out to defend his hard-earned title against the man who won the shot on Wednesday, Dace Night. Will Monday be the start of a new era or just another check mark next to the illustrious name of the current champion? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 With his head down low, Wildchild paces about the gorilla spot waiting for his cue to head to the ring and hopefully defend his Hardcore Gamers Championship against the enigmatic Quiz. Now dressed in a full aquamarine jumpsuit, Wildchild still plays the part of the prisoner as he has already linked his hands together with a pair of handcuffs. But in only a few moments, he will release his inner animal… however much he might want to do so sooner. “Hey there hot stuff,” calls out an unseen speaker. Looking over in the direction of the voice, Wildchild visibly rises up in a barely contained rage as his arch-foe Ejiro Fasaki wanders into the camera frame. Still smarting from the burns he received from Justice and Rule on Lockdown, the Bahama Bomber looks about half a second away from wrapping the chain that ties his wrists together around Fasaki’s pencil neck and snapping it to one side. But even as The Human Hurricane’s hackles rise up, Ejiro waves a warning finger in front of his face. “Now, now smoky,” coos the United States Champion, “you know exactly what will happen to you if you break our little agreement right? It renders your whole contract with the company null and void, as well as makes you very much open to a whole lot of legal action! Now, my little peach pit, I know The Judge and I were a little hard on you last week and all. But since you had so much to gain from coming out on top, we felt it was only fair that you suffer a pretty big penalty since you didn’t. You know negative reinforcement and all of that.” “Look,” growls The Hardcore Champ, “I don’ care what you have t’ say, Fasaki. All I wan t’ do is get out dere, do my thing, and den go back t’ my hotel room. Nothing else really matters to me at de moment. So either get behind me and come to de ring, or shut de hell up an’ get out of my way.” Knocked back on his heels for a moment by Wildchild’s confident retort, Ejiro nonetheless continues to speak. “Well… I’m not going to the ring with you since … uhm… I don’t really want to. I just wanted to make sure you take your time in taking a little piece out of Quiz. You know, so Judge and I can have an easier time taking away the tag straps sooner or later.” Wildchild shows a little teeth in what some might consider a smile, “Oh, I wouldn’ worry about dat. I have a little bit of aggression to work off and with no rules, in my kinda match, I t’ink dat I will be able to.” “Well good,” remarks Ejiro off-handedly. “See that you do! Remember what I always tell you…” “I’m goin’ t’ wring your neck someday,” replies Wildchild as he brushes right past Ejiro and through the entranceway. “I never say THAT,” calls Fasaki after the uncaring Hardcore Champion. As we: FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 FADE IN Cyclone Comet and Bobby Riley, oblivious to the fact that the camera positioned in front of them is recording, stare in bewilderment at the stagehands located at the top of the stage, assembling what appear to be podium and a wall of television sets. “What the bloody hell do you suppose that thing is,” asks Comet. “Dude, it’s Quiz,” replies Bobby. “There’s no telling what that silly bastard has in mind; the only thing you can bet on is that it’ll be some kind of game-show related shit…” Back in the production truck, an astute young producer’s assistant realizes that Comet and Riley don’t know that they are on the air. Reaching frantically for a nearby headset, he screams, “Camera Three, WORST CASE SCENARIO!” Suddenly, Comet’s earpiece is abuzz with a litany of desperate shrieking. When he manages to decipher the nature of the hysterical stammering, his eyes grow as wide as saucers, and he quickly snaps his head around to face the camera, a smile plastered on his face, and he nudges Riley with his elbow, whispering through his teeth, “Robert! We’re on the air!” An utterly surprised Bobby Riley turns to face the camera, as Comet continues to look ahead, still smiling, acting as if they had just now come back from commercial. “Ladies and gentlemen, this night has already gotten off to an electrifying start,” says Comet, “and we’re going to kick off our in-ring action tonight with a Hardcore Title match! Robert, Quiz has proven himself to be highly successful in tag team competition, but he’s still looking for the opportunity to establish himself as a singles wrestler; he can do that tonight if he can wrest the Hardcore Title from the Wildchild!” “Quiz has indeed had a great deal of success in the tag team division,” adds Riley, “and I expect him to break into the singles division in a big way tonight! I’m picking Quiz in the upset over Wildchild!” “Wildchild has defeated some of the brightest up-and-coming stars in the SWF in his quest to hold onto that Hardcore Championship,” says Comet. “If Quiz is to shock the world tonight, he’s going to have to pull out all the stops; he’s going to have to show his resourcefulness to get the better of one of the few men in this business that are fast enough to match him move for move! With that, let’s go to the ring, and the irrepressible Funyon, and get right to the action!” Camera three turns away from Comet and Riley, allowing the superhero to wipe beads of sweat from his brow, as the nattily dressed ring announcer stands in the center of the ring, wearing an immaculate gold tuxedo and matching bow tie. Raising the microphone to his lips, he says, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the SWF Hardcore Championship!” No sooner than the words escape Funyon’s lips, the energetic beat of Crystal Waters’ “Come on Down” begins to pump throughout the Wheeling Civic Center. Despite the catchy and enthusiastic beat, the raucous crowd begins to boo lustily as Quiz steps out from behind the curtain. The game shot host, dressed as usual in an obnoxious sequined black sports coat and matching slacks, wields a microphone as he walks over towards his makeshift podium. Placing the microphone on its mount, Quiz turns his attention towards Vicky Black, who stands across the stage in front of the video wall, and the Live Studio Audience™. His music fades out as he begins to speak into the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he says in a booming voice, “it’s time for Final Jeopardy! Let’s find out what tonight’s category is from the lovely Vicky Black!” “Thank you, Quiz,” gushes Vicky. “Tonight’s category is: SWF Superstars! And the answer: This fast-rising SWF superstar is one-half of the Tag Team Champions, and will leave the Wheeling Civic Center tonight as the new SWF Hardcore Champion!” Quiz breaks into an ear-to-ear smile. “Why, that’s easy! The question is: who is… Quiz!” Vicky jumps up and down, clapping her hands together excitedly. “That’s correct, Quiz! You win!” “Why thank you, Vicky,” replies a gracious Quiz. “That’s right, folks; I win! Just like I’m going to win, in just a few minutes, in that very ring! I’m going to give all of you unfortunate souls here in Wheeling something to tide you over on those cold, miserable West Virginia nights…” BOOOOOO! “I’m going to treat you all to the pleasure of seeing me defeating Wildchild right here, tonight! And, before I forget, I’d like to remind all of you to have your pets spayed or neutered… and, judging by the looks of some of you, you may want to consider that option on yourselves as well!” YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! With that, Quiz steps away from the podium as his music kicks back in, and proceeds down the ramp. “Making his way to the ring at this time,” says Funyon, “is the challenger! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing one hundred eighty-nine pounds, QUIIIIIIIZ!” Quiz walks up the steel stairs onto the ring apron and steps between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring. He removes his coat and tie, leaning over the top rope to hand them to a ring attendant, and bounces back and forth on his toes in nervous anticipation of his championship opportunity. “Well, unbearable ring entrance notwithstanding, Citizen Quiz certainly sounds as if he’s prepared for this match,” says Comet. “We’ll find out in just a few minutes whether or not he can put his money where his mouth is!” “Come on Down” fades out, followed by a brief moment of silence, before Shawn Carter’s sardonic Brooklyn accent echoes throughout the arena: I THOUGHT THIS WAS AMERICA, PEOPLE! With those words, over nine thousand fans in the Wheeling Civic Center erupt as Jay-Z’s “Guilty Until Proven Innocent” begins to blast through the speakers! GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT, HUH? THAT’S HOW WE WORKIN’, HUH? OKAY. BEFORE ME, THERE WAS MANY. AFTER ME, THERE WILL BE NONE. I AM THE ONE. As Jay-Z prepares to launch into the first verse, the Wildchild steps out from behind the curtain, dressed in an aquamarine jumpsuit, his hands bound by a pair of breakaway novelty handcuffs. Ignoring the fans that cheer wildly for him, the Bahama Bomber walks slowly down towards the ring. “His opponent,” says Funyon, “hails from Morgan’s Bluff, in the Bahamas! He weighs two hundred fourteen pounds, and he is the reigning and defending SWF Hardcore Champion… the WIIIIILDCHIIIIILD!” Wildchild comes to a stop right at the foot of the ramp, and stares into the ring at his challenger. Raising his hands above his head in front of him, the Human Hurricane suddenly pulls them down in opposite directions, ripping the prop handcuffs apart, to the delight of the crowd. “As you can see,” says Comet, “Wildchild is still holding on to a little bit of animosity over the whole mix-up with Johnny Dangerous mistakenly accusing him of being a drug dealer. This whole new ring entrance appears to be all about him defying the label that was erroneously placed on him!” His eyes still glued to the challenger, Wildchild reaches up around his shoulder and grabs at the Velcro seams holding his jumpsuit in place, ripping them apart to reveal his ring attire underneath, and absentmindedly discarding it. His ribs are again heavily taped, and his upper body is plastered with bandages, covering wounds from his ride through a flaming table back on Lockdown. Adorning his waist is the Hardcore Championship, which he reaches behind his back to unclasp and remove, holding it in front of him and laying it down in front of him on the arena floor just a few feet before the ring, all without taking his eyes off of Quiz. “Look at that,” says Comet, as Wildchild gestures at Quiz with his hands. “He’s daring Quiz to go out there and take the belt from him!” Surely enough, Wildchild even takes a step back from the belt as the two of them begin to exchange words: “You want some of me?” “Come get some, tough guy!” Overflowing with adrenaline, Quiz races back towards the opposite edge of the ring, bouncing off the ropes to build up momentum, and races back towards the ramp, leaping over the top rope as Wildchild suddenly streaks towards the ring. Quiz grabs onto the top rope as he flips over to land on the ring apron as the Hardcore Champion somersaults into the ring and rolls to his feet with frightening speed, racing immediately towards the opposite end of the ring. DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Quiz turns back around on the apron to face the ring as Wildchild bounces off the opposite ropes, but the Tag Team Champion is completely unprepared for the speed of the Wildchild, who covers the length of the ring in the blink of an eye, and leaps into the air without warning, diving over the top rope and into Quiz, knocking them both down to the arena floor! CRACK! Taking full advantage of his velocity and leverage, Wildchild drives Quiz backwards onto the arena floor, crushing the small of his back against the outstretched Hardcore Championship! The game show host howls in pain as he clutches his back! “Brilliant maneuver by the Wildchild,” states Comet. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the plan from the moment he laid the Hardcore Title on the ground!” “I don’t doubt that he planned that,” says Riley, as the referee rolls out of the ring to grab the Hardcore Title and deliver it to the timekeeper’s table. “But what I find funny is the fact that Wildchild never used to resort to such aggressive tactics until he fell under the influence… of Ejiro. Whether he realizes it or not, some of Ejiro’s personality appears to have rubbed off on Wildchild.” Pulling himself to his feet, Wildchild walks over towards Quiz and grabs him by the hair, pulling the challenger to his feet as well. WHAM! Leading him by the hair to the ring apron, Wildchild slams Quiz face-first into the edge of the apron. Before the game show host has a chance to recover, the Caribbean Cruiser grabs him by the wrist and launches him into the ring barricade, where his tender back crashes into the hard rubber. WHAM! As Quiz winces in pain from the whip into the barricade, Wildchild races towards him with astonishing speed and leaps into the air, blasting him with a running dropkick that sends him sailing over the barricade and into the crowd. “Wildchild’s on FIRE right now,” shouts Comet. “This could be the shortest title defense in SWF history!” Wildchild walks back over to the ring and crouches down at the apron, reaching underneath the ring to pull out a kendo stick, which he holds aloft to the delight of the West Virginia fans. “Wildchild gets a hold of a kendo stick,” notes Comet. “It looks like he may be going for an early knockout!” The Hardcore Champion strides over to the barricade in pursuit of his opponent, but Quiz scrambles to his feet and runs out into the crowd to get away. The Bahama Bomber gives chase, catching up to the challenger as he attempts to negotiate his way through a crowded row of fans. Wildchild grabs onto Quiz’s shoulder and spins him around… SPLOOSH! … But the crafty game show host grabs a full cup of beer from a nearby fan and slings it into Wildchild’s face, the barley and hops stinging his eyes as the challenger makes a hasty getaway, forcing his way through the crowd to return to the barricade adjacent to the ramp, and falling over the barricade onto the arena floor on the other side, breathing heavily. “I have to admit,” says Comet, “that was a resourceful, if unconventional, method of escaping a pursuer.” Wiping his eyes clear of beer, Wildchild stalks over towards the barricade, kendo stick still in hand, as he attempts to catch up with Quiz. As he begins to climb over the barricade… WHAM! … Quiz surprises him with a forearm shot, and then quickly bends down to grab a length of the electrical cable, quickly popping back up and wrapping it around Wildchild neck! He turns the Hardcore Champion back around to face the fans and pushes him back over the crowd’s side of the barricade, using the hard rubber barrier as a fulcrum to aid him in strangling the Human Hurricane! “Holy asphyxiation,” shrieks Comet. “Quiz is choking out the Wildchild!” The Tag Team Champion yanks on the cable for all he’s worth as he attempts to squeeze all of the air out of Wildchild’s lungs. But the Bahama Bomber has been in this situation before… and, he came prepared… CRACK! Grabbing the handle of the kendo stick with both hands, Wildchild swings it behind him with an overhead slash, smacking Quiz squarely in the face and forcing him to release his grip! As the challenger clutches his nose, Wildchild turns back towards the ramp and rolls over the top of the barricade back down to the arena floor. “Nice awareness by the Wildchild,” says Comet. “He’s been the victim of a choke out before, more than once, so he’s learned how to keep his composure in situations like that.” “And it doesn’t hurt that he just happened to be holding onto that cane,” interjects Riley. OOF! Quiz reaches his feet first and rushes towards Wildchild, but the Tropical Tumbler jams the point of the kendo stick into the bread basket of the charging challenger. Pulling himself to his feet, Wildchild raises the cane above his head… CRACK! … And sends it crashing down into Quiz’s back! “Wildchild’s taking Quiz to the woodshed,” exclaims Comet gleefully. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Wildchild’s assault leaves a series of welts across Quiz’s back. The Hardcore Champion grabs him by the wrist and whips him towards the ring, where he crashes back-first into the ring apron! WHACK! As the Tag Team Champion staggers away from the edge of the ring, Wildchild charges towards him, the kendo stick raised to eye level, and smashes him right between the eyes with the handle of the cane, sending him falling to the arena floor in a heap! But Wildchild doesn’t allow him even a moments’ respite, lifting him back to his feet and turning him around, lacing his right leg with Quiz’s left as he brings the kendo stick up underneath his throat and falls backwards… SNAP! … Driving the back of Quiz’s head into the padded concrete floor with a kendo stick-assisted Russian leg sweep! “My God,” shouts Comet. “I don’t ever remember seeing Wildchild quite this vicious before!” The West Virginia fans shower Wildchild with praise as he rolls onto his knees, looking down at Quiz in disgust. Popping back to his feet quickly, he slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Without pause, the Bahama Bomber grabs onto the top rope and uses it to propel himself back out of the ring… CRUNCH! … Crashing into Quiz’s body on the arena floor with a death-defying slingshot senton splash! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! “Mighty Aphrodite,” screams Comet. “Wildchild just launched himself from inside the ring, over the top rope, down at least twelve feet down directly to the arena floor, just to inflict more damage to Quiz!” Unfortunately for Wildchild, that maneuver was not without risk, as the impact of his drop re-aggravates his rib injuries. Both men lay on the ground, trying to recover from their injuries. “And it looks like he’s paying for it,” adds Riley. “He’s lying there holding onto his ribcage like it’s about to fall off! He had no business trying something that stupid while he’s trying to recover from two broken ribs, especially when he had the challenger on the ropes. Now, as much as that move may have actually hurt Quiz, Wildchild just gave his opponent a window of opportunity to change the momentum of this match.” “As much as I hate to do this,” says Comet, “I’m going to have to agree with you, Citizen Riley; the risks of that maneuver far outweighed the rewards. A maneuver like that would have been dangerous even if Wildchild were at a hundred percent; with two broken ribs, it was ill-advised at best!” “‘Ill-advised,’ huh,” replies Riley. “Think you can sugar coat it any more than that?” The referee climbs out of the ring and walks over to assess the two competitors. Seeing them both lying motionless on the floor, he begins to administer a ten-count: ONE! TWO! THREE! “Wildchild really hasn’t sustained that much damage to this point in the match,” reflects Comet. “Those ribs must be hurting him more than he wants to admit!” SEVEN! EIGHT! At the count of eight, Wildchild begins to show signs of life, rolling onto his stomach and crawling over to Quiz to try and get a cover. The referee drops down to verify the pinfall: ONE! TWO! THR— KICKOUT! “Two,” shouts Riley. “He only got two! Quiz got the shoulder up!” Slightly frustrated, Wildchild pulls the game show host to his feet and rolls him underneath the bottom rope into the ring, and then rolls into the ring himself. As Wildchild gets back to his feet, Quiz rolls over onto his back and begins to retreat backwards into a neutral corner. Quiz shakes his head back and forth wildly, holding his hands in front of him in a “T” position. “Time Out,” he pleads. “Quiz is trying to call a timeout,” says Comet, “but there are no timeouts in wrestling!” “Don’t underestimate Quiz,” replies Riley. “He’s just buying himself a few seconds to think of a new strategy.” Ignoring his pleas for a timeout, Wildchild approaches Quiz and grabs him by the sides of the head, pulling him towards the ring. “You can’t have a timeout, punk,” he growls, “but you can have lights out!” Seemingly unable to support his own weight, Quiz drops to his knees as Wildchild drags him into the center of the ring. The referee walks over Quiz to ensure that he’s still in good enough shape to continue… CHING! … And the wily game show host takes advantage of his distraction to thrust his fist upwards, punching an unsuspecting Wildchild in the groin! “Holy Castration,” moans Comet, massaging his own testes in sympathy. “What is it with Quiz and shots to the groin? That guy’s even more obsessed with testicles than you, Robert!” Wildchild bends over in pain, clutching his tender nutsack, allowing Quiz to pop to his feet and trap him in a front facelock… BANG! … And subsequently drive him face-first into the canvas with a DDT! “DDT,” shouts Riley. “I told you that he had a plan!” The Tag Team Champion rolls over onto his knees, grinning as he looks down at his opponent. “Sorry, young man,” he says, but you didn’t phrase that in the form of a question!” Quiz then rolls him onto his back a few feet away from the corner and gets to his feet, walking over to the ropes and stepping out onto the ring apron. “It looks as though Quiz is going to try and raise the intensity level,” says Comet, as Quiz walks over to the corner and climbs onto the top turnbuckle. Pointing down at the Hardcore Champion, Quiz shouts, “will he be the next American Idol?” BOOOO! WHAM! Ignoring the jeers of the crowd, Quiz leaps off the turnbuckle, extending his body as he flips forward to crash into Wildchild’s chest with a Swanton bomb off the top! “American Idol Bomb,” shouts Riley. Quiz crawls over to the Tropical Tumbler, leaning over his face as he says, “sorry, Wildchild, but this contest is only open to US residents!” The game show host, entirely too pleased with himself over his latest quip, drops down onto the Hardcore Champion in his first attempt to garner a pinfall: ONE! TWO! THREE— NO! “Kickout,” cries Comet. “Wildchild’s still got some fight left in him! And one has to wonder if Quiz took too much time before attempting to get the pin that time!” “Absolutely,” agrees a distraught Riley. “With the condition that Wildchild’s ribs are in, he probably could have gotten an easy cover right out of the American Idol Bomb, if he had gone straight to it!” Quiz pulls Wildchild to his feet and leads him over to the corner, where he bashes his face into the top turnbuckle! Turning him around to face the ring, the game show host pushes him back into the corner… SMACK! … And slaps him in the face with the left hand! WHACK! Quiz quickly follows up his slap with a right forearm to the temple! He cups the Caribbean Cruiser underneath the chin and lifts his head up… SMACK! … Before smacking him just underneath the breastbone with a vicious reverse knife-edge chop! Taking a quick hop out of the corner, Quiz leaps into the air, flipping backwards… WHACK! … And lifting his foot underneath Wildchild’s chin, raising him up off his feet with a dynamic Moonsault kick! “Quiz Show Combo,” says a happy Bobby Riley. “He got all of it!” “Wildchild appears to be out on his feet,” agrees Comet, as Quiz turns towards the center of the ring to celebrate his athleticism. “Quiz is doing an excellent job of keeping the pressure on Wildchild, but he better keep his mind on his opponent!” YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! Quiz holds his hands above his head, congratulating himself for successfully completing the Quiz Show Combo, much to the dismay of the fans. “Quiz,” shouts Riley, “turn around!” Oblivious to the ambiguously gay announcer’s appeal, Quiz nonetheless turns back around towards his opponent… WHACK! … When the Bahama Bomber explodes out of the corner in a burst of adrenaline, blasting the Tag Team Champion with a Spinning Wheel Kick! Pulling the challenger to his feet, Wildchild hammers him with a barrage of right hands, forcing him back against the ropes, and then grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring. Wildchild leaps into the air as Quiz bounces off the ropes and plants his feet into the game show host’s midsection, locking his hands behind his head and falling backwards, launching him into the air with a monkey flip! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! DUB-CEE! The crowd chants for the Bahama Bomber as he waits in anticipation for Quiz to return to his feet, and then charges across the ring to knock him back down. The cunning challenger sees him coming, and whips his leg around through the air to deliver a roundhouse kick, but the Human Hurricane ducks easily underneath, running to the ropes ahead of him. Quiz tries to get the better of Wildchild yet again as he bounces off the ropes, locking his arm underneath that of the Hardcore Champion’s, and lifting him off the canvas to deliver a hiptoss, but the Caribbean Cruiser changes direction in midair and lands on his feet! Wildchild reverses the hiptoss attempt by lifting Quiz off the mat with one of his own, but the agile game show host lands on his feet as well! Wildchild charges towards him… WHAM! … But Quiz, in a surprising show of strength, snatches him out of the air, twisting him around in a tilt-a-whirl, and driving him down onto his outstretched thigh! “Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker,” shouts Riley. “Wildchild’s comeback attempt just ran into a Whammy®!” As Wildchild lies on the canvas gripping his back in pain, Quiz rolls underneath the bottom rope outside the ring, bending down underneath the ring and rummaging for some unknown manner of plunder. “What do you suppose he’s looking for down there,” ponders Comet. Comet’s question is soon answered, as Quiz pulls out a folded wooden table! “Hah,” snorts Riley. “Wildchild is about to get tabled by… Sorry, I can’t think of any game show puns that have to do with tables…” The challenger pushes the table underneath the bottom rope and then slides in himself. As he gets to his feet, he sees Wildchild trying to make his way back to his knees, but Quiz decides to stop him from building any momentum. Racing across the ring and leaping into the air, Quiz latches onto Wildchild’s neck… WHAM! … And twists it around harshly, sending the Hardcore Champion to the mat with a flipping neckbreaker! “The Lightning Round,” shouts Riley. “Cover him here, Quiz; you may not even need the table!” Quiz hooks the leg as he lay across Wildchild, and the referee drops down to count the shoulders: ONE! TWO! THREE— NO! “Wildchild somehow manages to find the strength to kick out,” screams Comet. Quiz pulls himself to his feet and walks away from Wildchild, leaving to his own devices as he begins to set up the table near the corner across the ring. “I don’t know if this is a good idea,” says Riley. “He was on the right track with what he was doing; this is unnecessary!” “Well,” replies Comet, “for better or worse, Quiz is an entertainer, and he loves to utilize that high-flying offense just like Wildchild does; perhaps he’s trying to beat the Hardcore Champion at his own game!” Having finished setting up the table, the challenger walks back over to Wildchild and pulls him off the canvas, trapping him in a front facelock and hammering his back with clubbing forearm shots before leading him over to the table and laying him flat atop it. Quiz points towards the corner with his right hand, and then crosses both arms in front of him, waving them as if to say, “that’s it!” “Any idea what Quiz plans to do here,” asks Comet. “Well, Quiz has nearly as many top rope maneuvers as Wildchild, so there’s no telling WHAT he might try to do to him,” replies Riley. “But I really wish that he wouldn’t go through with it!” Quiz walks around the table and into the corner, where he begins to climb the turnbuckles. He barely has his feet set on the top turnbuckle… CHING! … When the Bahama Bomber rolls off the table and lunges into the corner, pushing Quiz’s feet out from underneath him, and crotching him on the top turnbuckle! “Wildchild with the block,” cries Comet. “And, he even got a little payback from that low blow earlier!” Wildchild climbs up the turnbuckles behind Quiz, stopping on the second turnbuckle. Tucking his head underneath the game show host’s arm, the Human Hurricane positions his arms on either side of Quiz and lifts them up, effectively interlocking them with those of the challenger. “I don’t know what Wildchild is planning to do here,” says Comet, “but I’d be willing to bet that it’s going to involve that table!” After successfully locking his arms with the Quiz’s, Wildchild lowers them back towards his sides, pulling the challenger backwards, and suddenly Quiz finds himself dangling upside down off of Wildchild’s back! “Oh no,” shrieks Comet. “He couldn’t be thinking what I think he’s thinking, could he?” “He wouldn’t dare,” shouts Riley. “He could kill him from up there!” Nine thousand five hundred in the Wheeling Civic Center rise to their feet, cheering themselves hoarse as Wildchild, struggling to maintain his precarious balance, manages to raise his right leg up to the top turnbuckle, followed by his left. “Don’t do this, Wildchild,” pleads Comet. “This isn’t worth ending a man’s career!” But the Bahama Bomber, heedless of the announcer’s pleas, hops backwards off the top turnbuckle, taking a Nestea plunge into the ring, with Quiz dangling from his back! NO! Comet and Riley look on in stunned silence as Wildchild and Quiz fall, seemingly in slow motion, towards the canvas… but Quiz’s descent is abruptly interrupted by the unforgiving surface of a wooden table! CRUNCH! Wildchild leans back slightly, using his weight to push Quiz down headfirst through the table and onwards to the canvas below! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! “My God,” exclaims Comet, “Wild Ride off the top rope into the table! Quiz is literally folded in half!” Wildchild untangles himself from his victim and pushes aside a few large table fragments as he unfolds Quiz onto the canvas. He falls atop him, hooking the leg as the referee drops down to assess the pinfall, the crowd chanting along with the count: ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! The crowd erupts as the timekeeper rings the bell, drowning out the sound of “Guilty Until Proven Innocent.” Wildchild rolls away from Quiz onto his back, breathing heavily as the referee walks over to him to raise his hand in victory. Outside the ring, Funyon rises from his ringside seat and takes the Hardcore Title off the timekeeper’s table, laying it at the edge of the ring. Lifting the microphone back to his lips, he makes the announcement official. “Here is your winner… and… STILL SWF Hardcore Champion, the WIIIILDCHIIIIILD!” “My God,” says Comet for what seems to be the millionth time, “what an amazing match! What an amazing start to Smarkdown! Wildchild retains the Hardcore Championship after a Wild Ride off the top rope through a table!” Wildchild uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet as the referee walks across the ring to retrieve the title belt. He hands the title to Wildchild and raises his hand once again, as the crowd continues to cheer. “Folks, we’re just getting started,” says Comet. “We’ll be right back with more exciting SWF action!” Wildchild walks over to the edge of the ring, leaning over the top rope to help support himself. He raises the Hardcore Title to his face and gives it a kiss… As we: FADE OUT Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 Riley: Well look what we have coming up next. The immovable object takes on the unintelligible force as Silent takes on The Maori Dumbass himself. Comet: What HAVE you got against Va’aiga, Robert? Riley: He brings shame on this great sport. He swears. He lives to hurt people, he’s a borderline psychotic. And he doesn’t cheat AT ALL. Disgusting. Comet: And he’s Grand Slam Mark Stevens chosen upholder of all that is good and right. He’s standing up for JUSTICE in this federation. Riley: We have Judge for that. Who needs Maori justice anyway? The arena drops to darkness, as Va'aiga's shadow appears in the entranceway, dressed in his hooded training top with the hood down. Funyon: Hailing From Rotorua, New Zealand and weighing in tonight at 305 pounds, ladies and gentlemen… Representing The Unholy Trinity, This is the Maori Badass, THIS IS VAAAAA’AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIGAAAAAAA The bassline of "Bring The Pain" by Method Man starts up and red strobe lights pierce the darkness of the entrance ramp as Va'aiga begins his slow walk to the ring, throwing a few phantom jabs on the way. The Smarktron shows images of Va'aiga shadow boxing and posing, cut with some of his biggest in ring hits - Maori Dropping Jay Dawg onto a flaming section of canvas, flipping Quiz like a pancake with the Lariat, Camel Clutching Jay Dawg with a bent golf club, Maori Dropping CIA through the windshield of the Mag 7 limo, smashing Crow with a chair, shouting right in Bastion's face, holding up both the Tag and Hardcore Gamers belts after the tag title win, Maori Dropping Ejiro as time expires at Genesis IV... Inside the ring Va'aiga rolls down his hood and raises his fists to the crowd, then takes off his top and throws it to a ring assistant before firing off the Maori hand sign. Riley: Va’aiga looks like he’s in a bad mood. Even by his own standards. Comet: As Va’aiga said. Don’t mess with the Maori. Riley: He didn’t say mess, did he? Comet: Well no, but it’s more polite to phrase it my may. Fog begins to billow up from unseen holes in the entrance ramp as the first haunting notes of Nevermore’s “The River Dragon Has Come” echo through the arena. The SmarksTron shows Kibagami, back facing the camera, in a simple wooden chair, just as the audience is lulled into a false sense of security by the soothing music… *BAM*! Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at 268 lbs. He hails from the Sun Devil City, Phoenix, Arizona. Ladies and gentlemen, The Slaughterer… SIIIIIIIIIIIILEEEEEEEEEEENT Every light in the arena – the house lights, the spotlights near the entrance ramp, even the picture on the SmarkTron – suddenly flares, blinding white, as the distortion kicks in and the music begins to pound through the speakers. The picture on the SmarkTron is replaced with the familiar burning ankh… Today, the warning came in the flood… The man himself comes through the curtains and the fog as the vocals begin, and the lights are finally reduced to their usual level. The Silent One briskly makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans’ jeers completely as the music surges forward. He slides into the ring, rolls to his feet, and walks to the nearest turnbuckle. Silent climbs to the top rope and poses in the crucifix position until the music dies down, at which point he hops back off the top rope and turns to face his opponent or await his entrance. Comet: Silent isn’t the most popular of wrestlers at the moment is he Robert? Riley: Wrestling isn’t a game of popularity. Wrestling is about winners and losers. And unlike the Maori on the other side of the ring, Silent is DEFINITELY a winner. Referee Mark Soapdish signals for the bell and the two ferocious combatants circle each other, the crowd starting up a small “VA-ING-UH!” chant, and Va’aiga briefly raising an arm in recognition, which earns the Maori a small ripple of cheers. Va’aiga steps out and extends his arms, offering a test of strength. Silent accepts and then goes for a kick almost immediately, as Va’aiga muscles him backwards a half pace. Silent locks in a side headlock and works it with a few choice flexes of his bicep, but Va’aiga shoots Silent off and as Silent rebounds from the ropes, Va’aiga sticks out his shoulder and the Silent One bounces off the Maori down to the canvas. Comet: Well it looks like Va’aiga has the power advantage in this match, Robert. Riley: Yeah but it doesn’t matter how much you overpower the Silent One, it’s his ability to take as much punishment as anyone in the federation that’s his biggest strength. Comet: Even Bastion? Riley: Maybe even Bastion, yeah. Silent picks himself off the mat and glares at Va’aiga. Va’aiga launches on Silent arm extended, but leaves enough of a gap in his timing for Silent to grab the arm and twist, bending the Maori up into an arm wringer, then a top wristlock. Silent moves round behind Va’aiga with a hammerlock, and as Va’aiga reaches his arm over backward to try to snapmare out of the hold, Silent pushes the Maori off and fires a low roundhouse kick onto Va’aiga’s calf muscle, taking the Maori down to a kneeling position. Riley: Va’aiga may be blessed with the power advantage, but Silent isn’t only tougher and able to take more punishment, he’s got a FAR more technical style. Comet: So you reckon he could outwrestle Va’aiga. Riley: Craven could outwrestle Va’aiga, and he’s nuts. Silent launches himself against the ropes and goes for Va’aiga’s head with a Ganmengiri, but Va’aiga ducks and Silent hops over him. Va’aiga pops back up to his feet as Silent hurtles into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, and as the Silent One comes careering out of control into the Maori’s path, Va’aiga pushes an arm up into Silent’s chest, elevating Silent up and extending the mysterious one out parallel to the mat. Va’aiga pushes his other arm overt Silent as he falls and with to add that little extra impact, Va’aiga spikes the Slaughterer in the small of his back forcing him down to the canvas with a resounding thud! Va’aiga: BOO-YAH! Riley: The spiked flapjack, and the first Boo-yah of the match. Silent laid out flat by the impactful Maori move. Comet: Is impactful a word, Robert? Riley: It is now. Va’aiga drops a knee down into Silent’s back, stands, grimaces a little then drops a second and flips him over, hooking a leg and laying back, beckoing Soapdish down to count with his free arm… ONE! TW… and Silent kicks out after a long one count! Riley: It’s WAAAAY too early to attempt a pin on any athlete, never mind the magnificent mass of masculinity that is The Silent One. Comet: Silent isn’t double tough. He’s triple tough. Maybe even quadruple tough. Va’aiga lifts Silent up by the arm and stuns him with a sharply delivered left, right combination of punches. Silent reels back and Va’aiga cranks back his neck and with a dramatic snap sending a shower of sweat off of the Maori’s brow, Va’aiga smashes a head BUTT right onto the bridge of Silent’s nose, sending Silent reeling across the ring. Va’aiga charges and sends Silent flying off his feet with one of his trademark rugby tackles! Comet: A solid background in Rugby Union has given Va’aiga skills to take anyone off their feet. Riley: And if I hear Va’aiga mention that 63 point victory for his beloved All Blacks again backstage, I’ll… Comet: Silently protest keeping your distance from the scary, short tempered and psychopathic Maori? Standing and dragging Silent up rudely by the hair, Va’aiga goes for a back waistlock, and though Silent struggles against the force of Va’aiga’s lift, Va’aiga fires Silent over with a VICIOUS German suplex. Va’aiga swivels his hips and lifts Silent back up onto his feet, looking to roll into a second suplex, but Silent slides round and takes Va’aiga down with a leg wheel, then floats round and locks in a grounded front facelock. Riley: That was some truly BEAUTIFUL chain wrestling from Silent there. Comet: Silent’s Judo skills coming into play, as he easily takes the Maori Badass off his feet. He may have to keep the Maori Grounded and grind out this win the hard way. Riley: Silent is a legitimate black belt in Judo, and this adds an extra dimension to his wrestling skills and his unbreakable spirit. Va’aiga claims to be a 4th degree black belt in Pure Violence, but I’d reckon that’s not an officially recognised title. Silent works the headlock, keeping the Maori Badass frozen on the canvas, trapped away for a solid vertical base. Silent spins to a rear chinlock and grabs an arm, hammerlocking it in place behind Va’aiga’s back. Silent slides his knees underneath him and rears back, dragging Va’aiga to a seated position, before standing, relinquishing the headlock and wrapping the freed arm around Va’aiga’s waist before splatting the big Maori down to the canvas HARD with a hammerlock backdrop suplex, bridging out waterwheel style for a pin fall attempt! Mark Soapdish drops to count… ONE! TWO! TH.. and Va’aiga kicks out. Comet: Silent is wrestling well today, Robert. Riley: I’m sure he can beat the Maori. Comet: Va’aiga has been unstoppable of late, though. Riley: Yeah but he’s never met anyone as tough as Silent. Comet: Not even Bastion? Riley: He’s NEARLY never met anyone as tough as Silent. Silent stands first, as Va’aiga takes his time to get up, and as Va’aiga reaches his knees Silent SMASHES the Maori across the face with a spinning roundhouse kick. Va’aiga is rocked, and Silent follows up with a rushing knee strike, sending Va’aiga back down to the mat. Silent takes a shoot style mount position and Va’aiga counters by reaching up and grabbing in a guard. Silent struggles and fires a pair of short elbows to the side of Va’aiga’s head. Va’aiga clutches in the guard tight to deny Silent any space to fire off his elbows, but Silent swivels his hips and passes to a half guard. Riley: Va’aiga showing some skill on the mat of his own there. Just not very much. Comet: It’s interesting to see the battle going on here on the mat. Va’aiga is certainly outclassed on the mat here though. He needs to keep this a stand up fight really, and let his power advantage take over. Va’aiga struggles to break loose of the predicament he’s stuck in, while not letting Silent take a better position on the mat again. Silent rains down a few choice left forearm smashes into the Maori’s face and Va’aiga has to cover up, and Silent uses the loose and flailing defence of the Maori Badass to wrap his legs round Va’aiga’s shoulder. Va’aiga scoots backwards on the mat, trying for the ropes as Silent tries to hyper extend the arm out. Silent leans back, clutching desperately onto Va’aiga’s right wrist, trying to lock the Maori’s arm out into a jujigatame, but Va’aiga JUUUUUUST gets fingertips onto the bottom rope with his other arm and Soapdish calls for a break. Silent rolls away and stands. Comet: That looked like a lucky escape for the Maori there. Riley: VERY lucky. If Silent locks in one of those armbars he is so useful with, Va’aiga would have had no chance, and no choice but to tap tap tap like the bitch he is. Va’aiga draws himself up to his feet on the ropes, as Silent regains his composure and fires off a perfect spinning Sobat. Va’aiga breathes out hard as Silent’s foot is stuffed hard into his chest, and as the Maori bends over, Silent fires a snap kick off, upwards into Va’aiga’s face. Va’aiga reels backwards and Silent takes a two step drop back and rushes in with a running knees strike, bailing Va’aiga over the top rope and out to the outside. Comet: Silent is REALLY asserting himself in this match with his martial arts skills. You have to wonder how much damage it’s going to take to put the Maori down. Riley: Not much more I hope. The sooner Silent finishes the big lug off, the sooner we can cut to commercial and the sooner I can go get a coffee. Comet: You’re the consummate professional, Robert. Silent stands in the ring, staring out into the crowd as Va’aiga picks himself up and slides under the bottom rope. Silent shakes his head and snaps back, firing off a crescent kick that misses the Maori Badass by about a foot. Va’aiga charges and shoulder blocks Silent down, and drops to cover… ONE! TWO! TH.. and Silent kicks out Comet: That looked like a momentary loss of concentration by Silent there. You have to wonder if something’s troubling him. Riley: That’s unlike the intensity we’re used to from The Silent One. Mark Soapdish moves over to check on silent as he takes time to stand, but Silent waves him off and fires off another rapid knee into the sternum of Va’aiga, turning the itde back in his favour. Va’aiga is bent double and Silent locks in a side headlock and throws Va’aiga’s arm over him, ready to suplex the Maori over. Silent pauses again and stares idly out into the crowd, and Va’aiga reverses the suplex and sends SILENT over to the canvas. Riley: I think there’s something wrong with Silent. Comet: I’m SURE there’s something wrong with Silent. Silent nods up to Soapdish as the referee asks him if he wishes to continue, staggering back to his feet only to be taken clean off them and back to the canvas with the EVIL AND PISSED OFF, DON’T LOOK AWAY BITCH, STARE AT ME SO I CAN SEE THE LOOK OF FEAR ON YOUR FACE AS YOU TAKE THE LARIATOOOOOOOOH! Comet: THE LARIAT! THE LARIAT! THE LARIAT! Riley: That move always makes me wince. I’m not sure anyone throws a better Lariat in the federation, and that IS high compliment. Va’aiga walks over to Silent and drags him to his feet and locks in a side headlock briefly, throwing Silent casually over his broad right shoulder. The Maori Badass looks out into the Audience as he positions Mr Kibagami over his shoulder and falls to a side, dropping Silent down hard to the mat right on the top of his head and compressing Silent’s neck with a sickening crack! Silent falls limply to the side and stays there! Va’aiga walks over looking to follow up and Soapdish interposes himself, waving off the Maori. Soapdish crosses his arms, as a look of concern crosses his face, and down on the mat Silent isn’t moving an inch. Riley: Something is wrong here folks. Something is very wrong. Comet: I think we need an EMT team out there. Silent isn’t moving. EMTs flood out from the back as Silent lays there in the ring. Soapdish signals for the bell and raises Va’aiga’s hand, and the Maori sets off for the back. Silent slowly gets to his knees and then up to his feet and waves off the EMTs. Riley breathes a sigh of relief at the announce table. Riley: Well I guess Silent is OK. Comet: He's gonna walk out under his own power... Silent is one of the toughest SOBs I’ve ever seen in a wrestling ring. Silent walks slowly to the ropes and steps through them, absorbing the warm applause of the crowd, face and heel boundaries temporarily blurred by this show of inner strength by Silent. The Silent One begins his slow walk up the entrance ramp. Riley: Good Guys and Bad Guys be damned, Nathaniel Kibagami is just a tough guy, and that’s earned him respect. Silent has a slightly glazed look as he treads his way up the ramp, but as he approaches the stage front, where the stage widens as it gets towards the gate area, Silent COLLAPSES. EMTs rush up to him and this time strap him into the gurney. The announcers are speechless as through Riley’s headset you can hear the producer screaming “Cut to commercial!” Riley: We’re going to have to take a break people. We’ll be right back after these messages. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 … and I WANT YOU!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!! “YOU ARE THE PERFECT DRUG, THE PERFECT DRUG, THE PERFECT DRUG!!” The music is nearly lost in a sea of applause as the silhouette disperses in an explosion of pyro, and the lights lift, revealing the Joy of X at the top of the ramp. He pauses, smiling, and then swaggers to the ring. DING DING DING -Funyon “The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first, from the Nation’s Capital… weighing in at 211 pounds… EXXXX-STASEEEEEEEEE!” As X hops the ring and takes to the far turnbuckle to pose for the crowd, “Godzilla” starts up. With a burst of white fireworks, the crowd cheers again, answered only by the massive superstar who steps onto the stage. He shoots a fist up, and then comes down the ramp. -Funyon “His partner, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 303 pounds… THE BOSSSSSSSSTON… STRANNNNNNNNNN-GLERRRRRRRRR!!” Strangler gets into the ring, taking a turnubuckle just as X comes down from one. Strangler holds his fists into the air, and he and X meet in the center, chatting inaudibly. Xstasy claps him on the back once, and nods, as the opening to “Numb” by Linkin Park starts up. Immediately, the arena boos, and in the focusing strobe lights, the high-flying wonder kid emerges. Actually smiling, he walks down the ramp, his gaze on Strangler the whole way down. -Funyon “Their opponents, first from Anaheim, California, weighing in at 180 pounds… ERRRRRRREK… TAYYYYYYYYYLORRRRRRRRRRR!!” Erek stops near the ring, still staring at TBS as the SmarkTron begins to go fuzzy… “There is nothing wrong with your television set… Do not attempt to adjust the picture…” The eerie notes of Tainted Download, cued up, now envelop the atmosphere of the arena. “I will control the horizontal… I will control the vertical… I am controlling transmission…” The lights dim as The Sacred One walks onto the stage and down to the ring, adjusting a title belt on his shoulder. -Funyon “And his partner, from Adelaide, Australia… weighing 228 pounds… he IS the SWF INTERCONTINENTAL/ TELEVISION CHAMPION… ANNNNNNNNNDREWWWWW… BLACKWELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!” Referee Eddie Long reaches out to take Sacred’s belt and hands it to the timekeeper across the ring as Xstasy walks to his team corner, leaving Strangler in the center of the ring. Blackwell, meanwhile, climbs the ring steps to his corner, and Taylor immediately slides into the ring and faces Strangler with a smile. DING DING DING TBS shakes his head, and immediately backs away. Erek, not bothering to make a stance, walks forward more, laughing the whole time, while a “KICK HIS ASS!” chant starts up. But its as if Strangler cannot hear the crowd calling for Taylor’s blood. Finally, the Sox Fan reaches his corner, and tags Xstasy on the shoulder, causing the Drug to shake his head in annoyance. “Strangler’s the biggest pussy I’ve seen since I hooked up with Amy Craven a couple of weeks ago” jokes Riley, which actually draws a chuckle from Comet, who apparently appreciates a good Amy Craven joke as much as the next man. X hops the top rope, to the joy of the fans, and circles Erek. The Upstart Xstasy shoots in, only to be dodged by Erek, who snaps on a rear waistlock. Two elbows to his head break up that hold, and X turns around, grabbing Erek and whipping him to the far ropes. Taylor rebounds, and before X can grab ahold of him, blasts the Drug in the face with a Dropkick! Xstasy falls, and immediately takes a kneedrop from Taylor, before the smaller man raises him up, and whips him right into enemy territory! “Citizen Taylor is showing off that incredible quickness of his, which was his primary weapon earlier in his career. It appears that it remains his weapon of choice” offers Comet. Riley just nods as X sticks in the corner, and Taylor immediately charges in with a forearm… which is DODGED! Erek hits the corner as X goes to work on his body with punches! Unfortunately, a quick forearm from Sacred nips that in the bud, as The Wonder Kid recovers, and blasts X with a kick to the stomach. He locks on, and WHAMMM, the Drug is dropped to the mat with a DDT! SLAP! Tagging in, The Sacred One comes through the ropes, and stomps X a few times before covering. ONE TWO The shoulder comes up at two and a half, and Sacred is forced to rise and lift X up by the hair to his feet. “Not quite enough” remarks Comet as Blackwell whips Xstasy, lighter than himself, to the ropes, and on the rebound goes for a flying leg lariat… but X slides down to the canvas! Sacred falls down, and upon standing up, he is met with a foot to his gut, and a SWIFT kick to his chin! He nearly falls over, but backs instead into the ropes as The Perfect Drug completes the Whipback Kick in a backflip and lands on his feet! Seeing the ICTV champ against the ropes, Xstasy charges! The Sacred One dips down, and takes X over the top rope, but the surefooted Drug lands on the Apron, and kicks through under the bottom rope, knocking Blackwell down to his knees! Immediately, X hops to the top rope, and comes off, grabbing Andrew by the head, and slamming him face first to the mat… WHAMMM!! The bulldog leaves Silent out on the mat, prompting a quick rollover for a pin by Xstasy. ONE TWO BAM!! Taylor breaks up the count with a well placed boot! “Xstasy’s counter bought him some time, so a cover there wasn’t the smartest idea. Gives him time to recuperate.” Riley’s words go unanswered as Xstasy rises and chases Erek back to the corner as Sacred rises to his feet. A few choice words later, and the Drug is back to the Sacred One, but given enough recovery time, Sacred BLASTS X with a forearm to the head. X returns with a HARD ridgehand chop to the chest, but Sacred continues with the forearms, nearly knocking X to the canvas! Blackwell grabs Xstasy, and whips him to an unoccupied corner where X hits chest first! As he backs away in pain, X is caught by a Chickenwing lock from behind! Referee Long asks about a give up, but Xstasy places each foot on the insides of Sacred’s ankles, and pushes out. The Drug drops down in a full split as Andrew Blackwell’s “happy place” is nearly ripped out of the socket! The audience roars, and Xstasy, a bit winded, gets to his corner and tags in Strangler… to HUGE cheers! “Here comes Citizen Strangler! Time for things to really get going here!” cries Comet happily. Quite unable to walk, Sacred half crawls, half hobbles to his corner, and meets Taylor’s outstretched hand with his own. The Kid immediately comes over the ropes and lands, his face all smiles as he looks at TBS. Faced off again, the crowd roars in anticipation. A roar that turns into an appropriate “AWWWW…” when Strangler turns, and slaps Xstasy on the shoulder! “What was that you were saying, Comet?” snaps Riley as Comet slams his fist against the desk, angrily. “Citizen Strangler might need a quick visit to a psychiatrist, methinks” mutters Comet under his breath. Rolling his eyes, Xstasy sighs, and gets back in the ring. He tries to get the jump by charging Taylor, but Erek takes him over with an armdrag, and immediately wrenches the shoulder with a lock. As the less energetic X stands, Erek uses the arm to whip his opponent to the ropes, then catch him with a Scissor Sweep! X hits the canvas, and becomes the victim of a painful Half Boston Crab! Xstasy scurries for the ropes, and makes it as Taylor drops his leg, and backs away. The Drug rises, favoring his right leg a bit, but is soon on the Warpath towards The Wonder Kid once more. He nails swift Jabs, weakening Erek, then whips him to the far ropes! Erek bounces back as X flies up for a wheel kick… DUCKED! Taylor continues, bouncing from the opposite ropes. Xstasy lands on his feet, but turns unprepared for the rebounding Erek Taylor, who grabs his throat in a choke! X is taken down, and punched down on the canvas before Taylor rises, grabs the right leg again, turns X over, and locks on ANOTHER Half Crab! “Erek is being persistent, and actually grounding Xstasy here. I think Erek recognizes that X can move with him, so it makes sense for him to ground him, then land the high-impact moves later on” hypothesizes Riley. ”However, Citizen Taylor has little experience with submissions, so the effectiveness of the submission must be questioned” retorts Comet. Meanwhile, the Perfect Drug tries to pull himself away to the ropes, but Erek cranks harder, keeping him in the center of the ring as Strangler looks on! X yells for him to come break it, but TBS can only watch. Xstasy grits his teeth then suddenly kicks his left leg into the hamstring of Erek Taylor! He follows with another strong kick, that breaks up Taylor’s concentration, and allows X to YANK himself from the grip of the Wonder Kid! The crowd pops for the escape, as Xstasy suddenly spins himself in a whirl of legs and takes Erek down with a sweep! X immediately rises and shakes out his right leg, walking over to his corner, where Strangler shakes his head no! “Is Strangler trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records for cowardice?” exclaims Riley as Xstasy continues to hold up his hand for a tag, but Strangler refuses! The Drug glares at his partner, mouthing “what the hell?” as Strangler shakes his head, and says something. Xstasy points at TBS, ready to give him a piece of his mind, just as he is grabbed from behind and rolled up on the canvas! ONE TWO But X kicks out and gets to his feet as Erek also rises. “An excellent try by Taylor there, but X was still aware enough to kick out after two. Looks like the Perfect Druggie might have some brains after all.” The two lock up, and X gets better of the exchange with a knee to the gut! X immediately goes for a whip, which Erek actually reverses, and as Xstasy is bouncing, he charges in and knocks him over the top rope with a well placed Dropkick! X lands on the outside, and now Sacred is on the job. As Erek goes over to taunt Strangler, to the chagrin of Eddy Long, Sacred grabs Xstasy and lifts him, dropping him chest-first onto the crowd barrier to a heap of boos! With a shrug of misunderstanding, Sacred lifts X to his feet once more, and whips him into the apronside of the ring! Xstasy shouts with pain, and goes down, as Referee Long turns to see the events transpiring there! He warns Blackwell, who of course says he didn’t touch him. Meanwhile, Erek has charged Strangler behind the Ref’s back, and begins nailing rights. Strangler falls to the outside as Erek leans over the ropes, taunting him, daring him to retaliate, but TBS just walks away. At this point, Sacred pushes X into the ring, and hops up to his corner, begging for the tag! Taylor retreats to the center, and grabs Xstasy. He goes for a right… BLOCKED!! A HUGE RIGHT sends the crowd into a frenzy! Xstasy immediately nails RIGHT after RIGHT, then shoots Erek to the corner! Taylor bounces off, and meets a HARD cross body down to the ground! X stays on for the cover… ONE TWO NO! Taylor gets the shoulder up. X rises, and turns to his corner, only to find it empty! He looks down at Strangler, who all but cowers near the ramp, and shouts “DAMMIT!!” audibly upset! Strangler says nothing to his pissed off partner, and Xstasy shrugs, as if to say he’s had enough, as he heads to the top of the turnbuckle! “Citizen Xstasy is preparing to fly! Perhaps this will signal the end of the matchup!” Facing the crowd, Xstasy nods, outstretches his arms, then leans back, falling backwards to the mat! The flashbulbs go off as the Drug drops down, his eyes closed, seeming weightless, until he finally lands on the back of his head… ONTO THE MAT! WHAMMMM!!! Taylor breathes a sigh of relief only a few feet away as Xstasy holds the back of his head in agony! “Is anyone surprised that he missed? Anyone?” mocks Riley. Immediately, Taylor crawls to his corner, and meets a tag from Andrew Blackwell! He enters, and lays into The Drug with stomps, and covers! ONE TWO SHOULDER UP! Sacred pesters Eddie Long for a Three Count, but the ref holds up two fingers, and Blackwell immediately raises Xstasy up to his feet! He immediately whips X to the adjacent ropes, and knocks him down with a HUGE spinning side kick! Another cover follows… ONE TWO NO! “Citizen X is showing some serious stamina! Superb stuff from the Perfect Drug!” The crowd is rallying now, trying to get Xstasy to mount a comeback, but all looks lost for the Upstart. Sacred now positions Xstasy for a quick Bow and Arrow lock, but somehow X catches hold of a ring rope in his hand! The ref forces Blackwell to release the hold, and Sacred rises, letting go of the Drug for a few precious seconds! Strangler slowly comes back to his corner, but Andrew, seeing the Big Man, immediately tags in his smaller partner. Erek goes to the top rope, as a Scoop Slam from Sacred floors Xstasy! A quick Moonsault from Taylor, and the Drug is all but destroyed! Cover! ONE TWO THE SHOUDLER IS UP AGAIN!! Erek rises, getting X up, and now he locks up with X before lifting the heavier man up, and falling backwards in a suplex! He covers again… ONE TWO THREE! NO!! ”X got the shoulder up on the way to the three count!” cries Comet, while Riley looks disgusted. “That’s gotta be some kind of mistake. Long probably doesn’t know how to count to three!” protests Bobby. Meanwhile, Sacred is arguing with the referee as Taylor chokes Xstasy out on the canvas! Strangler starts to protest, some instinct telling him to go help his partner out, but one look from Erek stills that motion immediately! The ref turns in a little while and immediately chastises Taylor, who releases the hold. Coughing and gasping for breath, X is raised again and whipped to a far turnbuckle. Erek charges, going for a kick, but X moves out of the way as Taylor’s foot hits the ring post guard, and the Wonder Kid backflips to his feet! The impressive feat is not lost on the crowd, whose flashbulbs cascade light into the ring. Not missing a beat, Taylor hits the unexpecting Xstasy with a toe kick to the gut, before locking him up, pausing, and then spinning the two of them around! He falls HARD to the ground… WHAMMM!! And Xstasy is out on the ground! Erek looks at Strangler, and mouths “Come break it up,” as he press covers the Drug. The ref drops down. ONE TWO THREE!!! WAIT! NO! Erek can’t believe it, as the referee points to a foot, draped loosely over the bottom rope and breaks up the count! The crowd ROARS as Erek stands up, completely IRATE! “X-STA-SEE!” is the chant that mounts up now, and Erek SHOUTS down Referee Long. “I HAD HIM!” he yells. “I HAD HIM!” But Eddie Long merely points to the foot once more, and tells him to continue the match! “Xstasy refuses to die, Riley! Citizen X has been through hell and back, but he keeps getting up!” ”And maybe if Strangler grew a set and tagged into this match, X wouldn’t have to sit there and get the shit kicked out of him” shoots Riley as Taylor nails a hard kick to Xstasy, then pulls him away to the center of the ring before signaling the end of his patience! He climbs to the top of the near turnbuckle, and takes a deep breath before signaling once… and then slipping! Xstasy somehow managed to get to his feet, sprint to the ropes, and CROTCH! Taylor on the top rope! The pop from the crowd is ridiculous as X falls again to the canvas and Taylor comes off of the top turnbuckle and leans against the corner, holding his “injured area.” The crowd is chanting for Strangler as X crawls, inch by inch, over to the corner. “Xstasy NEEDS to make a tag, NOW!” cries Comet as he looks on, engrossed in the match. He passes the center of the ring, and pushes himself to his feet. The Drug looks to his partner, then to Erek Taylor. Then he switches his attention between the two of them again. TBS looks at Xstasy, then puts his head down, avoiding his eyes. X nods, then stands up, making his decision by pointing into the air, then bringing that arm down until it comes level with Erek! He nods, and then SPRINTS towards Taylor, launching himself through the air as he nears with blinding speed! Wrong decision. THUD!! With a dull hit, X’s shoulder RAMS into the ring post as Erek sidesteps! “Look what happened!” Strangler wussed out on X again, and X pays the price yet again! This team doesn’t deserve to win this matchup, and the blame lies solely on Strangler for this one.” Riley’s forceful comments blend with Xstasy HOLLERING in pain, as Erek tries to shake off his own pain and capitalize. Erek does indeed take advantage by instantly locking an armbar on to the Drug, and taking him down, cranking the injured shoulder! X writhes in blinding pain now, and Referee Long immediately drops near his face, halfway expecting Xstasy to just give up! “X-STA-SEE!” “X-STA-SEE!” The fans urge X on, trying to give him the strength to hold on and escape. However, X cannot seem to find the energy to break the hold! Taylor applies extra pressure now, sensing the edge of The Drug’s boundless resistance approaching! Xstasy cries out again, nearly defeated, before deciding that he has to do something. So, running on intuition, Xstasy rolls forward… and BREAKS the hold! “Citizen X has escaped! Perhaps this matchup isn’t done yet!” cries Comet. X turns around to counterattack, only to find his stomach punched, his body flipped onto Erek’s shoulder, and his back thrust into the mat… WHAMMM!!! “Look at him go, Comet!” The pumphandle slam by Taylor takes the wind out of the sails of the Drug, and Taylor covers! ONE TWO THREE!!!! NOPE! X somehow gets the shoulder up again! Strangler finds himself rooting for the Drug, more of a spectator now than an actual participant, as Erek raises Xstasy up once again, looking EXTREMELY pissed off. He SLAPS X across the face audibly. X pauses for just a second, then lashes out and DRILLS Erek across the chest with a huge knfe-edge chop, seemingly awoken by the blow! However, Erek immediately counters with a knee to the solar plexus, doubling X over! He then runs, grabbing X behind the head, and falling to his knees as he RAMS the face of Xstasy to the canvas in a HARD Bulldog! Without pausing, Taylor picks The Upstart up, getting behind him, and lifting him up into the air, and sending him over and down to the mat… WHAMMM!! The German Suplex seems to be all Erek needed, Xstasy lands on the mat, and does not move at all…. “Every time Citizen X gets close to a comeback, Erek Taylor has been able to cut him off at the pass. Xstasy must be running on empty right now!” “Comet, it’s obvious: X NEEDS to tag in Strangler! But Strangler’s wussing out on his partner, and it’s gonna end up costing them the match.” Taylor, smelling his victory, grabs X’s legs, steps through, and rolls the Drug over, locking in the Sharpshooter! Eddie Long calls for the tap out, but Xstasy, still conscious, WILL NOT TAP! Taylor nods knowingly and reaches back, ready to lock in the Sleeper and complete the Execution, but as soon as he does so, Xstasy tucks his body and rolls forward again, sending the Wonder Kid to the canvas on his back! The shoulders are down, and Referee Long counts. ONE Erek immediately lets go of the legs, and hops up, outraged! The Drug, all but destroyed throughout the entire match, has been able to narrowly escape multiple defeats! However, X is exhausted, and running purely on adrenaline and instinct right now. Taylor shouts, frustrated beyond belief, until he looks at Andrew Blackwell’s emotionless face! The Sacred One holds out his hand for the tag, and Taylor nods. He raises X up, and whips him into unfriendly territory, before following with a quick corner splash! “Comet, it’s time for Blackwell to show X why he’s the ICTV champ! This might just close things out right now.” Erek tags in Blackwell, and gives Xstasy a HARD whip to the opposite corner, where Strangler winces! Almost Dead, Xstasy sticks in the corner, but receives no help from his partner in the form of a tag. Taylor approaches, once again taunting and daring Strangler to tag in for his partner. He even holds up X’s hand for the tag, but Strangler merely shakes his head. “What a pussy” mutters Riley as Erek laughs, then looks over his shoulder at Sacred’s ready position. Andrew Blackwell calls for X, and Erek smiles, happy to oblige. He grabs Xstasy’s arm, and yanks for the whip, just as Sacred rushes forward across the ring. As Sacred swiftly covers ground, Erek Taylor looks up in horror at Xstasy, who despite the beating, is smiling. Somehow, X is not being whipped. In fact, as the arm of the Drug slips from Taylor’s grasp and Erek stumbles backwards, he catches only a short glimpse of X’s leg hooked around the bottom ring rope. “That sneaky bastard,” he thinks while rotating groggily, as Blackwell launches himself through the air, CRUSHING Erek with the HUGE KAMIKAZE spear meant for Xstasy! “What a maneuver by Citizen X! A crafty veteran move by the Perfect Drug ends up costing Erek Taylor, as he just got DESTROYED by a huge Blackwell spear! And Riley, don’t look now, but a certain someone seems to have awoken from his slumber!” Xstasy chances a glance at Strangler, who has his hand outstretched, nodding his head! The Sacred One, meanwhile, is apologetic to his partner, checking on his condition, as he hears that ill fated sound… SLAP! And looks up, bombarded by the cheers of the crowd, and frightened by the sight of a 303 pound Boston native coming over the ring straight at him! Sacred immediately drops his charge, and starts to mount a counter-offensive, nailing a right forearm to TBS, before being DROPPED by a huge clothesline! “Here comes the cavalry!” cries Comet as Blackwell hops right back up before being demolished by a second clothesline, which keeps Blackwell down on the mat this time. An infuriated Strangler starts stomping away on Blackwell, letting out the frustration from the time on the sideline. Erek Taylor has rolled out of the ring while Xstasy lies on the ring apron, trying to regain some energy after the brutal beating he had taken earlier. Finally, Strangler lets up with the boots, and pulls Blackwell to his feet in one smooth motion before taking him by the forearm and whipping him towards the ropes. Blackwell bounces off the ropes, charges back, and eats a big boot from Strangler straight to the jaw. As Blackwell lies flat on his back, Strangler drops down and makes the cover, with the Wheeling crowd chanting along with Eddy Long. ONE TWO NO! Sacred kicks out at two, still stunned from the force behind the big boot, but he quickly pushes himself up to his feet. Strangler grabs the dazed Blackwell by the forearm and whips him against the ropes once again. As Blackwell bounces off the ropes, Strangler charges forward and goes for another lariat, but Sacred ducks underneath the lariat and continues his path across the ring. Strangler takes a moment to compose himself and turns, just as Sacred comes flying towards him. Sacred grabs him by the head and pulls Strangler to the mat with a vicious R.K.O. Strangler is out on the mat, and Blackwell crawls over to make the cover. “Could Citizen Sacred have the match won right here?” wonders Comet as Blackwell hooks Strangler’s massive leg and makes the cover. ONE TWO THREE! NO! “Strangler is still alive and kicking, Riley!” “He better be, after sitting on the goddamn side of the ring the entire match!” counters Bobby. Strangler and Sacred both get to their feet, with Sacred getting up slightly faster. Sacred drills Strangler with a hard forearm, then sends a spin kick straight into Strangler’s face. The kick levels the big Bostonian and totally silences the already-subdued crowd. Blackwell quickly scrambles up the turnbuckle in his corner, and with Erek watching on, turns his back to Strangler. Blackwell bounces one, then twice, then three times on the turnbuckle before launching himself through the air, and crashing down………to the mat! Strangler manages to roll out of the way, and Blackwell is on the ground, doubled over from the pain of the missed moonsault. The crowd has erupted once again, and Strangler starts to get up, with a look of determination on his face. “Strangler’s looking unstoppable right now, Riley! Citizen Blackwell is in a good deal of trouble now!” “Congrats, Strangler. At least there’s someone here you can fight” *coughwusscough* Strangler is waiting for a dazed Blackwell to get to his feet, with his hand raised in chokeslam position. Blackwell finally staggers to his feet, still feeling the effects of the missed triple-jump moonsault, before he turns, fists raised, towards Strangler. Blackwell sees Strangler waiting for him, and throws a quick jab, but Strangler shrugs off the glancing blow and locks his hand around Sacred’s throat, which sends the crowd into a frenzy, and Blackwell into a panic. Blackwell tries to worm away, but Strangler lifts Blackwell into the air before spiking him to the ground with the Plunge! “Citizen Strangler is one big move away from finishing, Robert!” cries Comet as Strangler points up into the air, signaling for the Boston Massacre, “and I think he’s going for it right now!” Strangler grabs Blackwell and roughly yanks him to his feet, with the West Virginia crowd still erupting for Strangler. Strangler pauses a moment before grabbing Blackwell and lifting him up into a gorilla press position. Meanwhile, on the outside, Erek Taylor has managed to revive himself, and has a steel chair in hand. “Don’t look now, Comet, but Erek’s back into the equation!” Just as Riley says this, a streak goes flashing across the apron and flying towards Taylor. Erek goes crashing to the ground as Xstasy, going on the last piece of energy he still has left, drills him squarely with a flying cross body off the apron, taking the Wonder Kid back out of play. Meanwhile, Strangler is totally oblivious to the happenings, only recognizing a big pop in the background. He waits a second longer before finally dropping to the ground, smashing Blackwell’s head against the canvas with the elevated Death Valley Driver. “MASSACRE BY STRANGLER! This one is OVER, Robert!” exclaims Comet as Strangler rolls Blackwell over and hooks the leg for the cover. ONE TWO THREE!!!! DING DING DING! “YOUR WINNERS, VIA PINFALL, XSTASY AND THE BOSTON STRRRANGLERRRRRRRRR!” Funyon’s voice booms through the arena as the fans applaud the effort by both men as X crawls into the ring and goes face-to-face with Strangler. “Comet, it’s time for X to get some payback for Strangler hanging him out to dry earlier on!” reports Bobby gleefully as Strangler turns to find X standing there, looking pissed off. Strangler starts to say something, but X stops him, then reaches out and shakes Strangler’s hand, drawing another huge pop from the Wheeling Center. “Dammit!” shouts Riley as the two men turn and play to the crowd, drawing rounds of flashbulbs and cheers from the crowd. “Godzilla” continues to play in the background as Xstasy, then Strangler, exit the ring and start to head up the ramp. “What a hard-fought battle, Robert! Strangler came through when it mattered…” “Who cares? The guy was chicken almost the entire time! I’d rather team with a Frenchie than with Strangler!” “No ethnic slurs, Robert. However, we have many more matches coming up, including a big World Title bout between first-time challenger Dace Night and Thomas Flesher in what promises to be a big-time matchup. So stay tuned!” “Before we go….look out, Strangler. Looks like someone isn’t done with you yet!” Before the commercial break starts up, the camera pans to a shot of a very pissed-off Erek Taylor stalking up the entrance ramp, with seemingly only one purpose in mind… Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 Backstage, Strangler goes walking through a corridor, looking tired from the match as the adrenaline wears off. He continues past assorted staffers and wrestlers, receiving an occasional pat on the back from people for his performance. Strangler ignores all the well-wishers, however, and simply walks along the corridor towards the parking lot. As he nears the lot, pounding footsteps can be heard behind him as Erek Taylor, still sweating and obviously in pain, comes charging up behind him. Strangler turns his head, then quickly whips his head back and braces himself for an oncoming attack. However, the attack never comes, as Erek chooses to walk up behind Strangler and run his mouth instead. “Where the hell you going, bitch?” snaps Erek. “I’m leaving, Erek. My match is done, so I’m outta here.” Erek turns irate at the answer. “What the hell is that load of crap!?! In case you forgot, Strangler, you still haven’t accepted my goddamn challenge! Are you gonna stop running any time soon, or should I just get used to you ducking my goddamn challenge?” Strangler ignores Taylor and pushes his way through a set of double doors, with Erek right on his heels. “C’mon, Strangler! Don’t wuss out on me here! You know you want to fight me as badly as I want to fight you! You want to see me suffer! You want to see me bleed! You want to make me feel pain like I’ve never felt before! Don’t lie to yourself, Strangler! Do it, and fight me, you pussy!” Strangler slips through a doorway and enters the massive parking lot, with Erek still tailing him. “Stop running, you pathetic excuse for a human being! Try growing a set and fighting me! Elton John’s more of a man than you are, you slimy, pathetic, no-good cowardly asshole! Turn around, be a man for once in your goddamn life, and fight me! FIGHT ME!” Strangler continues to ignore him as Erek is growing more and more frustrated. “DAMMIT! Strangler, you pussy! It’s great to mock you and all, but I want to humiliate you in that goddamn ring! Don’t get in that goddamn car! Don’t…” Strangler just slips into the driver’s seat and closes the door, muffling Erek’s voice. This, of course, only prompts Erek to scream even louder. Strangler can hear every word Erek says as he puts the car into reverse and starts to back out of his space. “Strangler, you cocksucker! Get your bitch ass out of that car! You’re a pathetic coward who’s doesn’t deserve what he’s done before, and won’t fucking achieve anything else for the rest of his career! If you drive away, you’re running away from another battle! You’ve been a coward forever, and you always will be, you asshole!” Erek’s next sentence is drowned out by the smell of burning rubber as Strangler peels out and races out of the driveway into the West Virginia night. Erek grins smugly to himself as the taillights disappear from sight. “I’m getting to him…he’ll crack sooner or later. And then…then I finally teach Strangler EXACTLY how I feel…” Erek chuckles to himself before disappearing back into the building, leaving the parking lot empty once again. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 “Welcome back to the show that puts downers in Smarks and watches as they TWITCH!” yammers Bobbie Riley with a really excited look on his face. “That is quite possibly the most insane thing you or I have ever said,” replies The Cyclone Comet with a look that tells the world he isn’t joking about that. “With that, we are only moments away from a tag team spectacular that should pave the road for one of these teams to get another shot at the World Tag Team Championship. Both teams resurfaced last week on Lockdown…” “And only one of them came out with the victory,” interrupts Bobbie as though he’s been pumped with way too much caffeine this evening. “Of course,” returns The Comet, “They were only facing one person at the time.” “Details are for accountants, and this ain’t no ballet.” “What did that mean?” “Even I don’t know,” shrugs Riley with a smile that betrays a great deal of drinking for the evening. “Let’s go to Funyon with the introductions.” The man with the microphone roars, “Ladies and gentlemen of West Virginia, are you ready more some more SWF action? Are you ready for another hard-hitting tag team encounter? Are you ready to DANCE?” Dance? DANCE! With weird Japanese animation and arrows flying up the SmarkTron, the crowd rises to their collective feet at the entrance of the Bemani Cross Wizards. Stepping out on stage first struts the lovable Ced Ordonez followed closely by former SWF World Champion Thoth. With the eyes of the crowd upon him at first, Ced breaks into an well-orchestrated and wild dance that synchs perfectly with the arrows flashing across the screen. Stopping for a moment to point to Thoth, Ced stops on a dime to appreciate the cool and almost detached but perfectly timed moves of his partner. Then breaking out together to the sounds of “B4U” the Bemani Cross Wizards break it down together to the rabid shouts and appreciation of people that might normally prefer the sounds of a good banjo. “Weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of 437 pounds,” calls out Funyon yet again. “They are Thoth and Ced Ordonez. They are THE BEMANNNNNNNNNNI CROSS WIZAAAAAAARDS!” “And the opponents…” A thunderous drumbeat begins to ring throughout the arena. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! JUSTICE! RULE! POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOP! With the sounds of REM playing out through the arena, out comes the hated duo of The Judge William Hearford and The United States Champion Ejiro Fasaki. Mocking the Wizards with a few terrible dance moves, Ejiro laughs at his own joke as Hearford simply keeps his eyes on the ring as he leads Fasaki down to the ring. Both men wearing their Justice and Rule road jerseys, Hearford and Fasaki slide underneath the bottom ropes as the crowd continues to boo heartily. Pulling his title belt off his waist, Ejiro makes sure to wave it in front of the longest reigning US Champion in SWF history in Thoth before retreating behind the stoic Judge. Together Justice and Rule stand as Funyon calls out the last of the introduction information. “They weigh in at a total combined weight of 430 pounds. They are the historically the longest reigning tag team champions in SWF history. They are Judge William Hearford III and Ejiro Fasaki. They are JUSTICE they are RULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!” Cracking his neck in anticipating of working some mayhem, Thoth sends Ordonez to the apron so he might start the contest while on the other side of the ring, Hearford takes command. Together in the center of the ring the two more serious members of the teams meet with a collar-and-elbow tie up. Immediately using his superior power, Hearford tosses Thoth’s hands high before ducking behind the former World champion and hooking him in a tight waist. Immediately jutting his hips away from his opponent, Thoth keeps The Judge from being able to lift him off the canvas while at the same time using his hands to break Judge’s grip. Immediately taking the arm, Thoth twists it into a wristlock before snagging a headlock and grinding it down on Hearford. Immediately getting his body behind him, Hearford heaves Thoth into the ropes in order to break free of the headlock. Leaning in as he rebounds into his opponent, Thoth manages to get his leverage underneath Justice and send him to the mat with a shoulder tackle. Immediately hitting the ropes as Hearford moves up to his feet, Thoth makes the blind tag to Ced without his opponent being any the wiser. Racing back to his opponent, Thoth ducks easily underneath a wild clothesline and a blind elbow while setting the trap for the unsuspecting Judge. Finally in the position where he wants his foe, Ordonez places a boot squarely in Hearford’s belly before both members of The Bemani Cross Wizards grab the doubled-over Judge and slam him backward into the canvas! “And The Wizards work their magic first in this contest,” calls out The Cyclone Comet as Thoth heads out to the apron at the referee’s request. “I have to wonder just which team has the most continuity out of these two former World Tag Team Championship squads.” “Oh I can answer that one,” replies Bobbie. “Justice and Rule are of one mind and two bodies. And believe you me, what a pair of bodies they are.” “Have you gotten over Flesher now?” “No, I am still stinging from that. I still need some me time. You know to get in touch with myself.” “Oh and we all know how much you love that.” Immediately pulling up on Judge’s knee to get it off the canvas, Ordonez spins about the limb quickly and debilitates the grappler with a spinning toehold. Yanking on the knee as he spins about the knee once again, Ced tries to ruin all of Hearford’s classic dance moves with even more torque. But knowing that the spinning toehold will always be countered if it is locked on this long, Ced forgoes the hold and quickly pulls The Judge to a limping vertical base. Shoving Justice back into a neutral corner, Ced pulls Hearford’s head forward and jams a forearm up and into Hearford’s jaw. Rocking back on his toes, The Judge can’t defend as Ced blasts him across the face with a roundhouse kick to the side of the ear. Taking Hearford by the wrist, Ced Ordonez heaves The Judge across the ring with an Irish whip and looks to follow his opponent with a running knee to the face. But as soon as William’s back hits the turnbuckle he explodes right back out and crushes Ced with a rushing lariat! Landing right on the back of his head, the masked man virtually goes all the way over onto his stomach from the impact of the blow as Hearford leans into his corner and makes the tag to his partner for the first exchange of the evening for Justice and Rule. “What a blow from Hearford in able to change the momentum to the side of the evildoers with the most inappropriate name since The Exploding Chicken.” “Huh?” “He was more of a rooster.” Pulling Ced up for just a moment, Ejiro slams an elbow into the side of his opponent’s head with enough force to send Ordonez to the canvas once again. Stepping on Ced’s upper arm, Ejiro is able to gain enough of a purchase on the masked man’s wrist to pull him up to his feet. Then with Ced on his vertical base, Fasaki slams a knee into his foe’s breadbasket in order to double him up at the waist. Cinching up on Ordonez’s head, Fasaki hooks Ced by the tights and uses them to send Ordonez over with a snap suplex. Rolling over the top, the United States Champion cups the back of the back of the masked man’s head and begins to fire elbows into the middle of his foe’s face in rapid succession. “It’s always wonderful to watch Fasaki work against his fellow cruiserweights,” chuckles Bobbie Riley as Ejiro continues to pound away with elbows as the referee warns him of some rule infraction. “But most cruisers are a bit more active in the air than Ced,” counters The Cyclone Comet. “If anyone in the lighter weight class can meet Fasaki on an even keel on the mat, if not exceed his skills, it would have to be Ordonez.” Pulling off Ced at the referee’s request, Ejiro Fasaki slams a kick right into Ordonez’s ribs with a ruthless efficiency before pulling the Bemani Wizard off the canvas. Moving behind Ced, Fasaki looks to send his opponent up and over with a belly-to-back suplex. But as Ced is up in the air, he manages to lock down with a headlock. Rubbing down with the hold as hard and violent as he can, Ced manages to fight off the suplex attempt and end up back down on his feet. Immediately rolling forward and out of Fasaki’s grip entirely, Ced manages to trap Ejiro’s right leg in a rolling leg lock! Cinching in the hold as Ejiro shouts out in surprising pain, Ordonez looks to hyper extend the knee and get a lightning fast tap out before Fasaki can effectively counter out. But before any of that can come to pass, The Judge races into the ring and kicks Ordonez across the head in order to free his partner. Retreating immediately as Thoth enters the ring in protest, The Judge heads back to his apron as Fasaki grabs onto his knee with a pained gasp. Stunned from the kick though, Ced can only take advantage by reaching over to his corner and making the tag. “And The Bemani Cross Wizards make another exchange,” notes The Cyclone Comet. “I have to say for two guys that have to have more rust on them than Justice and Rule, Thoth and Ced are still managing to work well as a team here tonight.” Riley says, “But you have to wonder just how well they are going to react when it comes down to a split-second decision. That little delay made a difference against Quiz and John Duran, you have to think that against Justice and Rule it will be an even greater problem.” Together the Bemani Cross Wizards pull a limping Ejiro into their corner before together they sling Fasaki over and into a sitting position. Then racing off in opposite directions, The Wizards pull of another double team in their allotted five seconds as Thoth slams a knee right into the back of Fasaki’s head. Falling flat to the mat with a dazed expression on his face, Ejiro again is victimized by the Wizards as Ced comes crashing down on his with a leaping double knee drop to the face. Rolling off and out of the ring immediately, Ced gives Thoth the opening he needs to drop down on Fasaki and make the first cover of the night. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO! KICK OUT AT TWO! Looking at the referee with a raised eyebrow, the red headed Thoth pulls Ejiro off the canvas once again before slicing a piece out of his thigh with a hard snapping kick. Dropping down to a knee from the force of the blow, Ejiro struggles to rise back up again only to have Thoth grab him from the side and drop him down to the mat once again with a Northern Lights suplex. Holding onto the bridge while up on his toes, Thoth tries to keep Ejiro down for three once again as the referee slides into position. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE! NO! Punching up from his position on the mat, Ejiro manages to strike at Thoth’s ribcage and force the former World Champion to break the bridge of the suplex. Only momentarily bothered by the strikes, Thoth calmly rolls back up to his feet as Fasaki wags his head back and forth in order to shake loose as many cobwebs as he can in order to continue on with this important match up. But Thoth is not about to just allow to happen as he moves Ejiro back into a sitting position before sending a kick ringing against the back of Fasaki’s head. The force of which knocks Rule right over to his stomach as the United States Champion tries very hard to keep from being knocked flat out unconscious. The Cyclone Comet commentates, “If there is anything that brings joy to this super hero’s heart it would have to be the knocking the hell out of evil doers. And although I can’t do that due to silly things like laws, I can still watching evil kicking by proxy.” Riley replies, “That’s a horrible thing to say, ‘proxy’. Where did you learn such filth? Was it from those damn nuns?” Swiping his hands across his body, Thoth signals that this thing is going to be ending in a hurry. Pulling an almost dead weighted Ejiro Fasaki up; Thoth rapidly pulls Ejiro up into position for what looks to be the opening stages of his cradle tombstone piledriver. But before Thoth can hook the waist for the ‘Riot of the Blood’ Ejiro begins to kick his legs and force his lower body over the top. Landing on his feet behind the Bemani Cross Wizard, Ejiro shoves the former World Champion ahead where Judge William Hearford is ready and waiting to deliver… SLAM! Tossing a huge lariat into Thoth’s face, Hearford manages to knock his foe back a step before the Wizard turns and drops to a knee. But as Thoth rises up to his full height once again Ejiro is there to take a form of revenge for the pounding he has been taking for the last few minutes. KICK! WHAM! STUNNER! Shattered by the impact of his jaw jamming against Ejiro’s shoulder, Thoth goes flopping across the ring as Ced puts a leg into the ring to protest The Judge’s illegal action in this contest. But even as Ced steps out of the ring, Hearford steps in the ring while slapping his hands together to simulate a tag. “That’s another illegal maneuver by The Judge,” rages The Comet. “How many times are those two thieves going to get away with so much garbage before they get caught?” “I figure they are due in about fourteen years from now,” calculates Bobbie Riley to Comet’s annoyance. “Face it. The amount of cheating they do already and still they get away Scott free each and every time.” Immediately forcing Thoth to a neutral corner as Ejiro rolls out of the ring to collect his wits, The Judge slaps the first layer of skin off of Thoth’s chest with a blistering knife edge chop. Once again cutting across Thoth like a glass coated sponge, Hearford manages to drop Thoth down on his seat with a chop so hard the crowd all moan as though they were the ones taking the blow. Then placing his boot in the former World Champion’s throat while continuing to buy time so Justice and Rule can effectively double-team The Bemani Cross Wizard. But as Hearford tries to send the rising Thoth across the ring with an Irish whip, Thoth manages to reverse the whip and send Hearford into the corner himself. Immediately running ahead in order to change the momentum though, Thoth manages to run full steam into a rising foot from the Hardcore Gamers Champion of the Year. Stumbling out from the corner, Thoth falls down to both knees for just a second before Hearford clamps down on him from behind with a tight waist before arching back with… “GERMANNNNNNNNNN SUPLEXXXXXXXXXX!” ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEE! NO! THOTH ROLLS OFF HIS SHOULDERS! Kicking his legs in concert, Thoth manages to get both of his shoulders off the canvas and break his way free of the bridge. Looking at the referee with a raised eyebrow, The Judge ruthlessly collects Thoth and pulls him over to The Justice and Rule corner where Ejiro can be tagged back into the ring. Together the ruthless pair sends Thoth across the ring with a whip. Catching him on the rebound, Justice and Rule both lift the former World Champion off his feet by about an inch before slamming him strait back to the canvas with a shocking double STO! Hearford quickly steps out of the ring, not wanting to delay the referee’s count as Ejiro makes a pin! ONE! TWO! THREEEENO! A shoulder up from Thoth wakes up the crowd with some scattered cheers for the Balancer not being done yet. “It is imperative that Thoth get to Ced as soon as possible and get some rest,” cites Comet, “He might be able to deal with on cheat, but two of them at the same time is a task too great for him, especially with this devious duo.” Ejiro is quick to roll back up to his feet as Thoth struggles for a moment to get off the ground, pushing up slowly and shakily after getting his head knocked hard with that double STO. But this is perfect for Ejiro as he waits for the former World Champion to reach his feet. The Balancer gains his vertical base for a moment, shaking his head out and turning around, but he’s quickly knocked backwards by a hard elbow to his nose! The crowd boos as the Sarasota Cobra pounds his elbow into the nose of Thoth, pushing him backwards even further. Ced can only watch in frustration as his partner gets pushed back into the ropes and whipped across the ring, getting lined up as he comes back… *CRACK* For Fasaki’s patented Reverse Rolling Elbow! “SCREAAAAAAMING ELBOOOOOOOOWAH!” shouts Bobbie as the Balancer drops to the canvas nearly out cold. Judge watches Ced as Ejiro struts around for a second, watching his back just incase his partner pushes Ordonez a little too far… and he gets an idea. Ejiro begins to go for a pin, but Hearford shouts out to him. “Ejiro, don’t!” he smiles as his partner looks over at him patting his knee before motioning his head towards Ordonez. Fasaki gives a puzzled look for a sec, but his eyes light up and a cock smirk comes across his face as he realizes the new plan of attack, dropping an elbow right down on Thoth’s knee. “Hm...” says Comet, scratching a phantom beard on his chin, “Something evil is a foot, or in this case, a knee!” Hitting the joint with a second, third, fourth elbow drop, but the Balancer manages to roll out of the way on the fifth attempt, getting back up to his feet slowly. He shakes off his head as Ejiro charges forwards with an outstretched elbow… but Thoth beats him with superior reach, nailing him with a hard shotei! The crowd cheers as Ejiro stumbles backwards towards his corner and Thoth takes another moment to recover before beginning to move towards his partner. *SLAP* But that’s a moment too long. Hearford tags his partner right on the back and rushes through the ropes as Thoth gets closer and closer towards Ced. But he only gets a yard or so away as the Judge manages to chop block the former World Heavyweight Champion to the ground. Grabbing a leg, he begins to pull the dazed Thoth on his belly back towards the center of the ring and locks on a Half Crab! “Look at the washed up loser,” Bobbie says shaking his head, “To think that guy used to be someone who beat Flesher twice for titles. Gah, it’s like everyone who was good is taking a turn for the worse.” “Thoth and Tom are far better now than they ever were committing acts of evil, Bobbie.” strikes back Comet as Thoth begins to move towards the ropes with determination. “Bah. Evil shall always triumph over good because good is… dumb.” “Bobbie, one would think you could come up with something more mature than 3rd Grade insults.” “Hey, at least that line had a more successful movie career than you did.” “I’ll have you know that right now the The Comet’s Tail 7: Attack of the Radioactive Badger-men is #5 rental in Canada. #5!” As the two incessantly argue, in the ring Thoth continues to move closer to the ropes despite Hearford’s obvious objections. The crowd rallying behind his effort, the Balancer reaches out for the ropes… but misses, allowing Hearford to drag him back to the center of the ring! The crowd begins to die down again, but Ced isn’t willing to give up on his partner that easily. He begins motioning to the people near the ring to start making noise, and he puts his hands up in the air and begins to clap, which the people begin to join in. *Clap* *Clap* *Clap* *Clap* Thoth shakes his head as the referee asks him if he gives up, and driven by the support of the crowd he begins to move towards the ropes again. *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* He crawls closer and closer to the ropes, reaching out with his hand every now and then to check the distance. Only a yard or so out, he makes another grab at it… and makes it! The crowd gives a healthy cheer as the ref calls for a break on the hold. The old man holds onto the submission for a moment more before throwing the leg back to the ground, avoiding a DQ. But that doesn’t last as he quickly grabs the leg again, trying to drag him back towards the middle of the ring once again. “Just look at that tenacity! The old veteran has more fire than most guys half his age. You gotta how much drive he has to still be the best even when he’s getting up in the years.” “Not when greed and selfishness are the powers behind it, Citizen Riley,” says Comet just as Thoth flips over and gives Hearford a kick to the gut, allowing him to get his foot away. “There we go! If you want tenacity and endurance, look no further than the Balancer. He may be a little rusty at the moment, but once he gets back into the swing of things he’ll wipe the floor with these miserable midcarders.” Thoth hurriedly hobbles up to his feet as the Judge recovers, but he’s just not quick enough to avoid one of the Judge’s stiff knife-edged chops! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO! With the last hit, Thoth is backed up against the ropes, allowing Hearford to whip him towards the other side. He comes back, and Hearford’s goes to grab him for a Belly to Belly… but Thoth quickly cinches a reverse ¾ Headlock and sits out, cracking Hearford’s neck right against his shoulder! The old man bounces backwards as Thoth lays back, a bit winded after that striking assault. “Reverse Stunner! Visitor Thoth pulls out a big move for JUSTICE~! and that just might give the Balancer enough time to tag in Ced and even the odds!” The crowd begins making some noise as Thoth is the first to start moving, slowly flipping over and pushing up to his knees. Hearford slowly starts moving his arms, dazed and confused out of the flash maneuver. He slowly turns onto his belly and begins to crawl over towards Ejiro, who holds his hand out as far as he can trying to reach his partner. Thoth up on one foot, then two… Hearford begins crawling faster, Ejiro waving his hand furiously… Ced watches and calls out to Thoth, motioning for him to move faster… The crowd cheers the Balancer on… *SLAP* Ejiro is the first to tag in! But Thoth is almost there… Almost… There… But not quite. Ejiro just barely manages to tackle the legs out from under him, once again putting him just out of reach of his savior. The crowd just dies out as Fasaki grabs hold of one of Thoth’s legs and pulls him back out towards the center of the ring, nailing him with a kneedrop! “Darn all! Thoth was almost out of the grip of Justice and Rule!” “Almost, but not quite! When it comes down to the wire these two are always in the right place at the right time, which is why they were the longest-reigning tag champs ever.” Ejiro follows up on the tired Thoth with another set of kneedrops onto the bad leg of the former World Heavyweight Champion before putting his own leg between Thoth’s legs and spinning around! He keeps doing it, continually hyperextending the leg with each revolution as the crowd vilifies him. “Spinning Toe Hold from Citizen Fasaki… haven’t seen him pull out that move before.” “Well, you’ve obviously never watched Fasaki enough. The guy is a move encyclopedia just like his partner, so you never know what he’s going to pull out next.” As Ced watches with growing frustration as the Balancer’s leg is destroyed by the sadistic Sarasota Cobra. Ejiro continues spinning around, torquing the leg as much as he can to get a tapout from the former World Champ. But Thoth has weathered worse and he pulls up his free leg as Ejiro goes for another spin and kicking him right in the rear, pushing him out of the hold and freeing up Thoth’s legs! The crowd gives a cheer as he tries to get up, but his bad leg has become a big hindrance; he can barely get up to one knee without feeling pain in his other leg. He tries to get up before Ejiro can recover, but Fasaki is quick to turn around, bouncing off the ropes and nailing the kneeling Thoth with a rising knee to the nose! Falling back to the mat clutching his nose, the Balancer is dragged a bit closer to the heel corner and towards waiting, recovering Judge. “This is just textbook tag wrestling right here,” says Bobbie, “They’ve isolated Thoth like Albania to the East Bloc. If I were him I’d just give up and save myself some unnecessary pain.” In the ring, Ejiro gives the bad knee of Thoth a few hard kicks before Hearford tags in again. He’s not at full strength but he’s much better than the Balancer is doing right now. Giving a quick stomp to Thoth’s gut beforehand, Hearford pulls the tired man up to his feet, folding up his bad leg. Grabbing one hand around his waist, he pulls the former World Heavyweight Champion up and crushes his leg back down for a crushing Kneebreaker! Falling to the mat clutching his leg, Thoth is dragged back out towards the middle of the ring to the chagrin of the fans in attendance. He grabs both of Thoth’s legs and puts his leg between the Balancer’s. He looks at Ced for a moment, a grin across his face… and shoots him a salute before dropping down in a Reverse Figure-Four Leglock! “Cross Lightning!” “Cross Examination!” “No, Bobbie, Cross Lightning! That’s Ced’s finisher!” “Bah, that’s Cross Examination, damn it! Jobbers give up all rights to their finishers when they are out of this fed for more than 6 months!” “Quiet, you! Hearford stole it from Flesher, who stole it from Ced! That’s why JUSTICE~! wanted Ejiro to work Thoth’s leg; to do in Ced’s partner with his own submission finisher!” Thoth bangs his forehead against the mat and gives out a stifled yell of pain as the pressure put on his knee is nigh unbearable. He continues to say “No!” to the ref’s pleas of mercy, but it’s obvious he can’t last long in the painful submission hold. “Thoth! Thoth! Thoth! Thoth!” The crowd begins to chant as Ced waves his hand desperately, a scowl gracing his normally calm face. Thoth looks up at it… and, planting his hands into the ground, begins to drag the old man towards the face corner. He moves slowly as the man on his legs continues to put excruciating pressure on his legs, but he keeps moving towards his partner’s hand. “THOTH! THOTH! THOTH! THOTH!” The chants only get louder as Hearford holds on, not willing to let go of the leg. Just as well, Thoth isn’t willing to give up either, still slowly making his way across the ring towards his partner. He reaches out with one hand… not close enough. He moves a few more inches… still not enough. His body is just crying out for him to slap the canvas, but Thoth moves a few inches closer and reaches… *SLAP* “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” The roof nearly flies off the Wheeling Civic Center as the crowd explodes into cheers as Ced enters the ring! He leaps onto the ropes and springs off, nailing the Judge right in the back of the head with a very low Springboard dropkick! The Judge is jarred by the blow, releasing Thoth from the hold and allowing the former World Champion to roll out of the ring, barely able to stand up. But Ced won’t let him go that easy, he pounds the old man with stomps, and that’s when Ejiro enters the ring, sprinting past the ref to save his partner. He puts up an elbow, but Ced dodges it, allowing Ejiro to bounce back- *CRACK* -And get nailed with a Gamengiri right to the face! “Citizen Ordonez is dispensing JUSTICE~! and Rule at the same time! Obviously the insult of using his own finisher against his tag partner turned him into the Human Torch!” “Flame off! Flame off, damn it!” Rule slides back to the outside for a moment to recover as Justice begins to get up and try for a counterattack with a lariat… but that fails miserably as Ordonez easily ducks under the arm and begins peppering the Judge with sharp kicks! To the stomach, to the chest, to the side, to the knee, to the chest, Hearford is pushed back on all fronts as the DDR freak vents his anger on the old man. Clocking the old man with a Roundhouse kick to the head, Ced sends him right into the ropes, where he holds on to keep from falling to the mat. Ordonez isn’t about to let Hearford get any rest, though, as he whips him towards the other side. Meanwhile, a tired Ejiro moves back up onto the apron, and sees his chance… *Slap* He is barely able to tag his partner right on the back, out of Ordonez’s view but in the Zebra’s. The ref signals a tag, but Ordonez is a bit too caught up to register it yet as he takes the Judge down with an STO! The old man hits the mat hard, and Ced moves like a man possessed as he quickly gets back up and grabs Hearford’s legs, sticking his own between the pair. He gives a salute to the crowd and to the sound of a massive pop he falls back in his own Reverse Figure Four Leglock! “Cross Lightning! Cross Lightning!” shouts Comet. “But the Judge isn’t the legal man! Break the hold, ref!” The hold, though, remains on as Ejiro only barely made the tag and isn’t ready to come back into the ring. Finally, the pain too much, Hearford begins to tap out like mad, almost getting an ovation! “He’s tapping out! Retribution at last!” “But he’s not the legal man! What the hell is Fasaki waiting for?!” Ejiro finally shakes off the dizziness from the supercharged Gamengiri, leaps into action, coming in from behind Ced and dropping a knee on the man’s back! The hold gets released as Fasaki shifts his hand under Ced’s arm for a Half-Nelson while scissoring Ordonez’s other arm with his legs. Soon the Cross Lightning turns into the Cobra Crossface, and Thoth is still stuck on the outside barely able to stand! “Yes! Finally, Rule to the rescue!” Ordonez is stuck in the deadly submission hold as the referee asks him whether or not they give. He shakes his head once as he tries to fight through the agony and figure out a way to get to the ropes. But he can’t think of anything in his position, and with his partner sidelined the result is academic. *TAP TAP TAP* *DING DING DING* The crowd boos as Fasaki releases the hold and rolls over to help his partner up to his feet. Hearford looks at him for a second with a glare for not coming quick enough, but that fades away as he nods and gives Fasaki a pat on the back. The referee comes in and pulls up both their hands as the fans toss out jeer after jeer as one realization begins to pop into their head… “The winners of the match via submission…. WILLIAM HEAAAAAAFORD AND EJIRO FASAKIIIIIIIIII!!” Justice and Rule are back. *FADE OUT* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 SWF Smarkdown returns from a commercial for Disney’s new animated movie featuring the voice of “the Happiest Guy On Earth” Alan Clark and pans across the sold-out Wheeling Civic Center in Wheeling, West Virginia. Fans are shown wearing Unholy Trinity t-shirts, and some are wearing old Magnificent Seven shirts with the “Seven” crossed out and replaced with a 1. The crowd is obviously very excited, as they know that only one match is left. Dace Night, a first-time challenger for the World Heavyweight Championship, is about to get his shot at Tom Flesher. “And look at this crowd, my good man Robert,” says Cyclone Comet. “Two of the more popular athletes in the SWF today are about to square off for the SWF World Championship, and these fans couldn’t be more excited.” “Nothing could make me lose respect faster,” says Riley. “Tom Flesher has all of a sudden decided to turn his back on everything that brought him to where he is today, and for some reason these morons are CHEERING for him. Then, throw in some cockney who learned everything he knows from a guy who grew up in Kentucky –” “What, may I ask, is wrong with Kentucky?” “It’s… Kentucky, Comet. I shouldn’t have to explain these things to you. In any event, it all comes down to Dace being incompetent and Flesher being a pussy.” “I had no idea,” replies Comet, “that the SWF was so easily reducible.” “There are lots of things you don’t know, Cyclone.” “I do know, however, that this match is going to be a hard-fought, hotly-contested encounter, with the winner walking away with the SWF World Championship! Now, let’s go to Funyon!” In the ring, Funyon announces, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is your final contest of the night, and so, your Main Event!” He pauses for the crowd to pop, and after the cheers die down, he continues, “It is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWF World Championship! Making his way to the ring, the challenger…” The lights fade out, prompting cheers from the crowd. A burst of black smoke goes up, covering the entranceway. Suddenly, “Captor Of Sin” by At The Gates kicks up with blast beats and shredding as the ramp is lit by red and purple lights. The SmarkTron fires up with a black screen that shatters into red shards, followed up by video clips of Dace’s most hardcore moments. The fans scream their approval, and bursts of white pryo follow Dace Night as he walks out of the curtain. He pauses at the top, looking out to the crowd, and continues to the ring. The High Priest of Horrorcore climbs into the ring and throws the metal horns to the crowd, getting an even bigger cheer from them. “Weighing in at 252 pounds, and hailing from Birmingham, England, this is the High Priest of Horrorcore, this is DACE….” Funyon pauses, and the crowd shouts “FUCKING!” “NIGHT!” Funyon finishes the name, but the crowd is already fired up. Dace throws up the horns once more, getting a great reaction from the crowd. Then, as the song fades out, the lights dim once again and Dace steps aside. “And his opponent….” The SmarkTron begins glowing white. As the opening guitars of the Philosopher Kings’ “I Am The Man” vibrate through the arena, the words “WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION” fade onto the screen in thin blue lettering. The fans applaud, anticipating the entrance of the Superior One. After a few seconds… BOOM! An explosion of blue pyro and smoke lights up the arena as the song starts to rock out over the sound system! Tom Flesher emerges from the cloud of smoke, striding confidently to the ring as videos of his signature moves alternate in half-second clips with the words “SUPERIOR ONE,” “AWARD-WINNING,” “MAIN ATTRACTION” and “THE MAN.” Flesher pauses on the ramp, crossing his arms over his chest as the fans applaud him. They continue cheering for him as he falls out of his pose and walks to the ring, his SWF Title belt slung over the shoulder of his blue warm-up suit. Flesher climbs the stairs to enter the ring and, making sure to wipe his feet off on the apron, steps into the ring. As the music fades away, Flesher positions himself in the center of the ring. Funyon makes his announcement… “Hailing from Buffalo, New York, and weighing in at 213 pounds… he is the SWF World Heavyweight Champion, ‘the Superior One,’ TOM FLESHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!” The fans explode as Flesher swings the belt off his shoulder and holds it up for all to see. Referee Eddy Long takes the belt from him, then shows it to Night. Long holds the belt in the air as Flesher strips off his warm-up suit and stretches out. Then, the official calls for the bell. DING DING DING!!!!! “And this one is underway,” says Bobby Riley. “This should be an interesting match. Flesher and Dace are disposed to have a knock-down drag-out fight and more or less just beat the hell out of each other tonight… And let me tell you, there's nothing I want to see more than these two patsies getting the living crap beaten out of them.” “To the contrary, Citizen Riley,” says Comet, “I expect this will be a cerebral, technical match in which each man concentrates on his specialty. Citizen Night will try to grind Flesher into submission, while the World Champion will do his best to evade and entangle.” Tom Flesher and Dace Night meet in the center of the ring. With a look that reeks of distrust, Dace offers a hand, and Flesher slaps it as an acceptable handshake substitute. Flesher then extends his left hand, and Dace knowingly grasps it with his right. They clasp their other hands together, stepping into a Greco-Roman knuckle lock, and instantly start into the fight by butting chests. “We can see right there,” says Riley as Flesher and Dace strain against each other, “just how much bigger Dace Night is. He's got three or four inches on Flesher, and forty pounds. Do you really think Flesher can put Dace on the mat and stretch him out?” “If there's one thing Citizen Flesher has shown us,” says Comet, “it's that he is capable of executing his holds on just about anyone.” Flesher presses forward, trying to use his barrel chest to shove Night off balance. The challenger, however, compensates by shuffling his stance and forcing Flesher's arms backwards. As each man jockeys for position, several seconds pass, and soon the two are several feet apart, connected only at the hands. Almost by reflex, they slam together once more, still with neither man giving any ground. “And what we have here,” says Riley, “is a pissing contest. Flesher and Night both have experience in amateur wrestling, and they’re each trying to psyche the other guy out by showing that their skills are better. Of course, this isn’t Greco. No points for a takedown, no points for escaping, and no near-falls. Either you’re pinned or you get off your back and keep fighting. Hopefully they can remember that so I don’t have to watch an hour of duck-unders and Russian drags.” “Really?” says Comet. “I swear I heard you say Russians were your favorite drags, especially when they learn to walk properly in heels.” Flesher steps in, swinging his leg in to try to sweep Dace's foot out from under him. Adeptly, the High Priest of Horrorcore dodges the legsweep, then follows up by attempting to duck under Flesher and go behind him. Tom sees it coming, however, and sprawls to keep Night from executing the move. He releases the knuckle lock and immediately grabs Dace in a front headlock. A few of the more astute fans applaud Flesher's awareness as he locks on one of the central hooks of his arsenal, and he stands up to tighten the hold. Dace fights to avoid getting caught, but it’s too late andFlesher quickly tightens up the lock to put pressure on his neck. “The World Champion locks on the front headlock,” says Comet, “and catches the younger Dace Night outside his element.” “Of course, he's not actually younger,” Riley points out. “He just hasn’t been with the company as long. Night's been wrestling professionally for eight years in various promotions, while eight years ago, Flesher barely had pubes.” “There's an image I didn't need.” “What? I bet Dace was an excellent wrestler eight years ago.” Flesher leans on Night, putting his 213 pounds on the Brummie Goth’s head and neck as he tries to fatigue him. Night starts to fight his way out of the hold, but Flesher locks him down by tightening an underhook and stepping back to throw him off balance. As Tom maneuvers to set up the Cement Drop, Dace clamps down on the underhook arm. Flesher tries to pull out, but the Birmingham native yanks it back and frees his head. He stands up, facing Flesher and stepping back while controlling his left arm. Before the World Champion even knows what happened, much less finds the counter, Dace Night drops to his knees and pulls him over in a fireman's-carry takedown! He covers for ONE!!! NO! Flesher kicks out and bellies down. Night, however, keeps control of the left arm and uses it to apply a hammerlock! “Dace is in control already,” says Riley. “I tell ya, I don't like all this ‘Horrorcore’ nonsense, but the Dace Night has talent. In fact, if Flesher sticks to his guns and stays on this no-cheating kick, Dace might even pull this one off.” Dace rests on Flesher for a moment, sinking the hammerlock in deeper as he runs through his plan. As Flesher struggles to escape, Dace puts one knee down next to each of Flesher’s hips and slides his right arm under the champ’s shoulder. He cinches a half-nelson and, still holding the hammerlock with his left arm, spins to the side. He uses the half-nelson to drive Flesher over the hammerlocked left shoulder and onto his back, covering him! Eddy Long counts ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!! but Flesher kicks out! Unable to break the hammerlock, he rolls back toward Dace. The High Priest reasserts his parallel ride, trying to snake his arm under for another half-nelson. Flesher, however, throws an elbow backwards to knock Dace’s arm away, then tightens it to his body to keep him from sliding the half in again. Dace shrugs and attacks from the other side, sliding his arm under Flesher’s bent elbow and cramping the arm up against his body. Flesher senses trouble and pulls his knees up under him, then executes a hip flip and sits out. Dace follows behind him on one knee, still controlling Flesher with a hammerlock on the left side and an arm pin on the right. Flesher scoots around on the mat, trying to create space, but Dace follows him closely and continues trying to force the hammerlock. As he leans in, Flesher slides to the side and throws his pinned right arm up, hooking Daces arm between his neck and shoulder! Flesher continues rolling, pulling his left arm free, and pulls Dace to the mat! In the ensuing scramble, Flesher keeps the right arm hooked and uses it to slide in behind Night. He releases the arm and slides down Night’s body, grabbing his hips and standing up to go for a German suplex! The fans cheer at the early attempt for a big move, but ‘Horrorcore’ stands up and sags his hips to avoid the throw. With a disappointed groan from the crowd, Flesher releases Night and resumes fighting on his feet. “This isn’t working out well for Flesher,” says Riley. “Dace is bigger and stronger, and so Flesher’s having a hard time outwrestling him. Giving up cheating for Lent or whatever damn idea he has in his head is ruining his career.” “Are you denying, Robert, that there is goodness in virtue? That Citizen Flesher would be cheapening his reign by relying on non-wrestling tactics to extend his time with the belt, and that without a doubt a virtuous title reign is worth more than a foul one?” “Who are you, Plato? The best title reign is the one you’re getting paid for, Comet, and that’s all there is to it.” Dace turns around to face Tom, who quickly lowers his level and shoots a double-leg takedown. Dace anticipates it, though, and sprawls back, stopping Flesher with his forearms. Stiffly, Dace throws a forearm across Flesher’s face and starts to spin behind, looking to lock his parallel ride in again. Flesher blocks him from spinning behind and backs away, hoping to avoid getting put on the mat in bad position. As Tom stands up, he starts into his defensive stance, but Dace catches him off-guard with a stiff elbow smash that sends him staggering back! The crowd applauds the stiffness that’s made the Hardcore Brummie the favorite he is, and Dace is happy to oblige them with another sickeningly solid elbow! Flesher backpedals, seeming to be out on his feet. Dace Night capitalizes by grabbing him and whipping him to the ropes. Flesher rebounds, unable to control himself, and Dace steps forward to catch him with a bone-crunching third elbow smash! Flesher collapses to the mat into a heap of flesh, and with the crowd going wild< Dace covers him for ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!! Flesher kicks out! He bellies down and, still a little groggy, starts to get to his feet. Dace quickly figures out where he’s going and stops him by sliding behind and grabbing him around the waist. He pushes Flesher forward to set him off-balance in hopes of hitting a German suplex, but Flesher rebalances and hits a quick standing switch. As he spins behind Dace and locks his hands, the former Hardcore Champion drops to one knee to avoid being thrown and begins peeling Flesher’s hands apart. Rather than fight for the German from the awkward position, Flesher simply breaks his lock and shoves Dace away. Dace Night spins around to face Flesher, who quickly grabs his head and pulls him into a front facelock! He struggles to tighten the lock, but can’t seem to get it quite together. As Dace starts in on a counter, Flesher decides to cut his losses. He throws Dace’s head by, shucking it forward and extending the Brummer’s body at an awkward angle. Flesher takes him to the mat by dropping an elbow stiffly across the back of his neck, and then covers him! Eddy Long counts ONE!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! Dace kicks out and rolls to his stomach with Flesher still on him, hoping to capitalize on his superior mat skills. “And there,” says Comet, “we have the crux of Flesher’s problems. He’s gotten so used to being able to outwrestle anybody that he just hasn’t been using his other skills to their full potential.” “Yeah,” spits Riley. “He won’t cheat anymore, and that’s all he had going for him.” “To the contrary, he’s a very hard hitter, as he just showed with that elbow. He just needs to get used to hitting when he needs to and THEN capitalizing.” As Dace bellies down, Flesher grabs him around the waist and locks his hands tightly. With a heave, he hoists Dace to his feet, then quickly ducks his head under the High Priest’s arm. The fans start to applaud as Flesher pops his hips, lifting the 18-stone Brit off the mat. He has a hard time keeping control, though, and gives Dace the opportunity to roll down his back and avoid the backdrop driver. Flesher feels himself lose Dace and quickly spins around to avoid getting tossed by the Unholy Trinity member. The strategy backfires, though, when… WHACK!!!!!! “Dace Night nails yet another elbow smash,” says Bobby Riley, “and it looks like this might be all for Tom Flesher!” Flesher staggers, and Dace quickly grabs him by the head. In a flash, he arches back and throws Flesher to the mat with a snap suplex. Flesher hits hard, his back arching in pain, but Dace doesn’t stop there. Instead, he rolls through and yanks Flesher to his feet with another front facelock. He lifts Flesher into the air and stalls for a moment, then sits out as he throws him forward onto his face and stomach! Flesher bounces a few inches, but settles back on the mat. Dace covers him, hooking the leg for ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!! NO! Flesher gets the kickout, but seems to be in bad shape. “See, this is the thing, Comet,” says Riley smugly. “Flesher can’t outwrestle Dace, at least not tonight. As I recall, the Trinity is the only stable that consistently beat the Magnificent Seven in teams action, and that has to give Dace a mental advantage that he’s using tonight to take Tom Flesher to school. And as much as you want to talk about Flesher needing to balance the wrestling with beating the crap out of people… he can’t.” “Maybe not now,” says Comet, “but, Citizen Riley, this match isn’t over yet.” “Only because Eddy Long hasn’t made the three yet. Believe me, Dace has had this won since he walked in the building tonight.” Flesher rolls to his stomach, grabbing Dace by the ankle. Operating mostly on instinct, he stands up, picking Dace’s leg out from under him and sending him spilling to the mat. From there, Flesher applies a spinning toehold. “And this is just sad,” sighs Riley. “He doesn’t have any focus tonight. He’s going from smacking Dace around to working on a damn spinning toehold. Why is he even HERE, Comet? His head’s not in it, and I don’t think his heart is either.” As Flesher completes his rotation, Dace tries to push him away with one leg. Flesher struggles to keep the hold on, but when it becomes clear that he can’t force Night to allow him to continue the move, he opts to drop an elbow into the side of his knee instead! Dace cringes for a moment as Flesher continues wrenching the knee in a familiar move. Dace Night, however, has other ideas. He grabs Flesher’s arms and pulls him around, face-to-face. He then locks his legs around Flesher’s torso in a scissors grip, putting himself in the offensive Judo position known as the guard! “Now, see? Flesher knows better than this,” whines Riley, despite Comet obviously not wanting to hear it. “He’s been in the ring with Jay Dawg enough that he should know better. Every time he fights that clod, he gets caught in the guard, and here Dace Night is catching him! Dace Night, with no Judo experience! What the hell is that?” “Citizen Night is a preeminent student of the sport,” chides Comet. “He never goes into the squared circle without not only knowledge of his opponent, but of the men that his opponent has wrestled. Of course he knows the guard… Flesher gets caught in it every time he wrestles Jay Dawg, for god’s sake.” Riley pauses thoughtfully. “You know something, Comet?” “Yes, Robert?” “You’re a tool.” Dace calmly forces his legs together, trying to squeeze the life out of Flesher while expending as little of his own energy as possible. Flesher panics at first, not sure what to do while caught in the grip of the Brummie’s strong legs. He forces himself forward, though, trying to put pressure on the ankle scissors point. As Dace starts to push him back, Flesher rears back and whacks him in the jaw with a palm strike! The crowd goes wild as Dace, caught by surprise, slumps to the mat and Flesher covers him for ONE!!!!!!!!! but no more, as Night quickly gets a shoulder up. Flesher stays on him and starts to go for a grounded wristlock, but the High Priest quickly shoots his legs back around Flesher’s waist and tightens up the guard once again! This time, Flesher skips the panic stage and goes straight for the solution, throwing a super-stiff palm strike straight at the face of Dace Night! Dace’s head snaps backwards, but he doesn’t release the scissors grip, and so Flesher slams him in the face with two more palm strikes that get him to release the hold once and for all! Flesher slides out of the guard, hooking up a standard lateral press with the leg hooked, and Eddy Long counts ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! Dace does manage to get a shoulder up, and quickly bellies out. “And for all the stroking you’re giving Flesher’s brawling ability, it’s not helping a bit.” “Don’t be ludicrous,” says Comet. “Flesher’s just starting to focus. Of course he won’t get the pin off the first move!” “Sounds like an excuse to me,” Riley singsongs. Flesher stays on Dace, mounting him from behind and quickly grabbing at his chin. As he starts to set up a camel clutch, Night clams up to avoid being stretched in several different directions at once. Flesher continues fighting for the hold, hooking Dace’s right arm over his knee but failing to force the left arm in the same way. Dace clamps down on the right thigh, pulling the leg out from under Flesher and sending him to his side on the mat. He controls the right leg, sending Flesher in a mad scramble to save his position. Flesher sits up, bending his knees in to build a wide base, and reaching through Dace’s legs to grab his own right ankle. Dace curls up, trying to keep the leg under control and peel Flesher’s hand off the ankle. “He took the bait,” murmurs Comet. “What’s that?” “Nothing, good Citizen.” Comet coughs. Flesher grabs Dace’s wrist as soon as it gets near his hand. He yanks Dace’s arm through his legs, locking on a pumphandle. Dace attempts to straighten his body out and free his arm, but Flesher keeps a vise-like grip on the wrist and keeps him from escaping. With his leg now free, Flesher slides to the side and sticks his head in Dace’s ribs. The fans begin to cheer as Flesher gathers his legs under his body, trying to stand up to execute the Logical Disconnect! Dace, though, curls up and keeps his hips as low as he can on the mat, doing all in his power to avoid the deadly sheer-drop suplex. “Dace has taken the Logical Disconnect before,” says Riley. “He’s smart enough to know he doesn’t want to do it again.” Flesher tries for a few seconds longer to hit the suplex, but it quickly becomes clear that he won’t. Instead of releasing the hold, though, he simply pushes Dace rather than pulls him and cradles him up for ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dace quickly breaks the cradle and sits out. Flesher instinctively stays behind him, just as Dace followed him when he sat out early in the match. Rather than spin out for the counter, though, Dace goes the more obvious route and hooks Flesher’s head, standing up and pulling him forward with a snapmare! Many of the fans applaud, and even more cheer as Dace dives forward and nails Flesher in the back of the head with a diving knee! Flesher flops forward, then snaps pathetically back onto his shoulders. Dace hooks his leg and holds him for ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Flesher somehow manages to get a shoulder up, but Dace is still in charge. He rolls Flesher to his stomach, then pulls him to his feet in a standing headscissors. The crowd cheers like crazy as they sense a dangerous power bomb coming up! “And this,” says Riley, “will be it.” Dace hooks his arms around Flesher’s waist and starts to lift him… but can’t! Flesher sags his hips, sandbagging to avoid being lifted! “Ugh,” grumbles Bobby. “He does this every time he gets in trouble. Frost, TNT, Danny… all of them have perfectly viable power bombs, but Flesher doesn’t even bother countering. He just sags like Annie Eclectic’s tits.” “Annie has tits?” Comet asks, seeming genuinely interested. “Er… In any case, it’s obviously a smart move on Flesher’s part, since he can counter a dangerous hold with fairly little expense of effort. Maybe you should look along the same vein into putting less effort into your commentating.” “Pardon me?” “You try too hard, Robert.” Flesher drops to one knee to avoid the powerbomb completely. Dace struggles, fighting to execute the hold at its full power, but Flesher’s ability to sandbag out of the hold is simply too much. Frustrated that he hasn’t learned from the past, Dace releases Flesher and tries to shove him away. The Superior One, however, keeps his balance and picks Dace’s knee out from under him! He stands up, intending to take the Brummie Goth to his back. Dace sprawls backwards, though, and supports himself on Flesher’s shoulders as he gets his leg under him again. Flesher shrugs him off and whacks him in the jaw with a stiff shotei as he tries to regain his footing! Dace backs up, but Flesher, much to the pleasure of the crowd, throws another palm strike straight to his jaw! “That’s what I wanted to see!” shouts Comet. “Flesher transitions beautifully from his wonderful wrestling to his sickening striking!” “What’s next, his fabulous phallus?” Riley grizzles. “As if I’m the one who’s interested,” shrugs Comet. Night staggers back, but before Flesher can follow up with another shotei, the High Priest steps forward and slams into his jaw with a stiff elbow smash! Flesher staggers and bends down, but grits his teeth. He looks up at Dace and throws yet another shotei, catching him in the jaw once more! He follows that up with one more, then yanks Dace down into a front headlock! The fans applaud once again, as Flesher sinks the underhook in extra deep this time. Dace struggles backwards, but the Superior One silences him by jamming his chin into his chest with a simple pop of the hips. From there, he kicks his left leg up, bringing Dace off the mat, and falls to the side! He rolls as he falls, dragging Dace over his hip and slamming him to the mat with the Flying Cement Drop! Dace lets out a puff of air as he hits the mat, and Flesher wrenches his chin for the cover. ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dace gets a shoulder up as he tries to force his way out of the pinning predicament. Flesher keeps the chin wrench as long as he can, forcing Dace’s chin to the mat and putting huge amounts of torque on his neck. Dace grimaces as Flesher tries to keep him on his back, but after a few seconds he’s able to roll toward the chin wrench and relieve the pressure. This, however, rolls him right into another front headlock. “Well, Bobby, you have to admit that Dace’s past experience isn’t helping him here,” says Comet. “There is, of course, only so much you can do when your opponent forces you into bad position. He is, as they say, damned if he does, and damned if he doesn’t.” “That’s an unusually stilted version of an unusually irrelevant statement,” says Riley. “Dace fought out of the hold like a champ. A World Champ, to be precise. He’s about to take this one back, and there isn’t a thing Flesher can do about it. You just watch.” Flesher tightens the headlock, ducking his head under Dace’s arm for leverage. With Dace preoccupied with his sore neck, Flesher is easily able to lift him up for a vertical suplex, but doesn’t finish the throw. Instead, he stalls… and stalls… and STALLS…… until BAM! Flesher drops Night to the mat with an absolutely vertical brainbuster! Night lands flat on his back, and Flesher lays across him confidently. Eddy Long counts ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “How did he kick out of that?” gasps Comet. “Simple,” Riley replies. “Dace is an athlete in excellent condition. No simple suplex is going to put him down. Tonight, in fact, he’s not going down at all. He’ll take charge again in a few minutes and Flesher’s going to regret that he didn’t try a little harder on that cover.” Flesher shakes his head, not sure that Dace really kicked out. Dace is, after all, still out of it on the mat, but Eddy Long holds up two fingers triumphantly. From there, Flesher shrugs and does the only thing he can do. He goes for another brainbuster. Tom stands up, grabbing Dace by the head once again and pulling him to his feet. Just as before, he ducks down for the leverage offered by a double chancery. This time, though, Dace tightens the grip himself and falls to the side, pulling Tom down for a small package! ONE!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!! – NO!!!!!!! Flesher breaks the hold in the nick of the time and rolls away! He gets to his feet, but walks right into a Dace Night elbowsmash! With Flesher stunned, Dace knees him in the stomach and grabs him by the head and thigh, arching backwards with an Exploder! Flesher hits the mat hard, and Dace catches him to cover him for ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!! – NO!!!!!!!!! Once again, Flesher manages to get a shoulder up at the last second. He is, however, badly stunned. He starts to fight his way to his feet, but Dace catches him and grabs him around the waist for a Northern Lights suplex. Flesher reaches down, grabbing at his head and looking for yet another front headlock. Dace, however, sees exactly that coming. He clamps down on the stunned Flesher’s arm and shoves him away, spinning him to the side. Flesher’s face falls, as he seems to realize he just got played. “Tom’s about to go for a ride!” bellows Riley. “This is gonna be good!” Dace slides behind Flesher and snakes both arms under Tom’s shoulders, locking on a full nelson! Flesher sandbags, dropping to one knee… but Dace is just too strong for that to work! “You’re not going to counter like that, Flesher!” shouts Riley with glee. “Not when Dace is as pumped as he is now! No way!” Indeed, Dace pulls Flesher to his feet with the full nelson, despite Flesher’s attempts to stop him. Dace tightens the hold and quickly arches backwards, throwing Flesher straight onto his head with a Dragon Suplex! He releases the hold and lets Flesher roll to his stomach, but quickly covers him for ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!! – NO!!!!!!!!! “This just doesn’t look good,” says Riley. “Or it looks fabulous, depending.” “Much like one of us at this table.” “I disagree,” says the always-oblivious Riley. “That cape just looks awful.” Dace looks down at the stunned Flesher and starts to lift him, but changes plans mid-lift. He throws Flesher back down to the mat and dives onto him, slamming a knee straight into his torso! Flesher grimaces in pain, and then – and only then – Dace lifts him to his feet. “What we’re seeing here,” says Riley, “is the evolution of Dace Night. He’s never been cocky. He’s never taken stupid chances. But as he goes along in the SWF, he’s developing better senses for when he can go for the cover and when he needs to inflict more damage. Tonight, he saw when he needed to stop, and he did. Now, he’s going to collect the SWF World Championship for his trouble.” Dace looks at Flesher, then out at the crowd. He realizes the importance of the situation and stiffs Flesher once more, slamming an elbow into his jaw for good measure. The camera focuses in on him, and he’s almost shaking with adrenaline. He grabs the stunned Flesher around the waist and starts to lift. Immediately, the wave of cheers starts through the arena. “He’s going for the Dark Star Driver!” says Cyclone Comet. “Like it or not, Dace Night’s Dark Star Driver is one of the most deadly moves in the SWF today. It’s easily on par with the Demonstar Driver used by Edwin MacPhisto and Silent to end careers.” He pauses. Forlornly, he adds, “Tom Flesher will NOT be kicking out of this.” Dace starts the lift, but once again Flesher sandbags! This draws a cheer from many of the fans, but others continue cheering Dace Night on as he fights to win the SWF World Championship in only his first challenge! Flesher fights, his eyes open wide now as he struggles not to be thrown onto his head like a ragdoll. Dace sees the counter coming and drives his knee into Flesher’s stomach, doubling him over! He lifts Flesher a few feet off the mat, but Flesher manages to swing himself back down! From there, the Superior One seems to know that it’s now or never! “What the hell is he doing?!” shouts Riley. “This isn’t supposed to happen!” Flesher snakes his body around Dace’s, countering the gutwrench in the classical style and locking on a gutwrench of his own! Dace fights it, and Flesher does his best to keep the gutwrench on his own… but he can’t! Dace peels Flesher’s hands apart, and as the crowd groans, he frees himself from the reverse waistlock… BUT FLESHER KNEES HIM IN THE STOMACH! As Dace pauses for a moment, Flesher drives a knee into the High Priest’s stomach, doubling him over and letting Flesher slap on the reverse waistlock once more! This time, Flesher doesn’t waste time. He lifts Dace into the air and flips him upside down, with the fans cheering him on every moment. After holding Dace for a few seconds, the Superior One spikes him stiffly to the mat with the Ego Buster gutwrench neck drop! Reagardless of their allegiances before, the fans burst into cheers as Dace folds up on the mat. “EGO BUSTER!” shouts Comet at the top of his lungs. “Tom Flesher executes a perfect Ego Buster on Dace Night! This one’s GOT to be over!” “I wouldn’t be so sure!” says Riley. “Dace is a tough son of a bitch! You just wait and see!” Flesher hooks his leg and stacks him up as Eddy Long counts ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Flesher rolls off Dace and then slowly gets to his feet. Eddy Long hands him the SWF World Championship belt as he stands up, then raises his arm. “Your winner,” Funyon announces, “and STILL SWF World Champion, ‘The Superior One’ TOM FLESHER!” Flesher stands in the ring as Dace Night tries to shake off the cobwebs. Flesher reaches down and offers Dace a hand up. Dace grudgingly accepts, but simply stalks away shaking his head angrily. “Tom Flesher defends successfully,” says Cyclone Comet, “bringing the total number of defenses in this reign to three. Already, he’s more than halfway to his record of five consecutive defenses, shared with Edwin MacPhisto.” “As much as I hate to admit it,” says Riley, “that wasn’t bad strategy at the end. Doesn’t mean I have to like him, though.” “It sure does, Robert, because whether you like it or hate it, Tom Flesher is still the SWF World Champion. With Nathaniel Kibagami out due to injury, we can only wonder who can possibly challenge for the belt.” “Oh,” Riley replies, “I’m sure SOMEONE’S going to step up.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted October 15, 2003 Dace Night sits up in the ring, proud in defeat in a thrilling match with Tom Flesher. Dace wipes the sweat from his brow and takes to his feet as Flesher walks out with his title belt. From the entranceway Dace’s tag team partner – “The Maori Badass” Va’aiga steps out, still tired following his match with Silent earlier on the show. Va’aiga walks up the entrance ramp slowly and climbs into the ring through the ropes. Comet: It looks like Va’aiga is out to commiserate his tag team partner after a tough, tough battle with the Superior One. Riley: I’m not sure that Dace Night EVER had a chance against Tom Flesher. Comet: Are you KIDDING? Any man who can get through Silent AND Craven at the same time is worthy of the highest accolades. I’m sure we’ll see Dace challenging for the big belt again. Va’aiga steps over to Dace Night and smiles, then turns to the crowd and grabs Dace’s arm, lifting it high into the air, to a massive cheer. Va’aiga and Dace turn and pose, Dace still breathing heavily from his title match. Va’aiga turns to Dace and….wrenches Dace’s arm back across his own throat! Comet: What’s this??? Va’aiga ducks and steps forward, Torture Racking Dace across the back of his massive Maori shoulders and holding him there, Dace’s arm still locked over his own throat. Va’aiga jumps a little and falls to his side, dropping the Horrorcore One STRAIGHT DOWN, FROM OVER SIX FOOT UP VERTICALLY ONTO THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! The crowd is split between duelling “HOLY SHIT!” chants and a massive stadium wide round of boos. Comet: What the heck? Va’aiga knees over Dace, laid out on the canvas, and screams down into the semi conscious face of the Birmingham native… Va’aiga: WHAT’S MY NAME? WHAT’S MY NAME? WHAT’S MY MOTHERFUCKIN’ NAME? …and the program fades out to shots of the Maori Badass over his former tag team partner Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
